back again with the american chain restaurant thoughts
not to get into old fandom “haha alfred looooooves hamburgers” thinking because he’s so much more than that now, but i think maybe i could spin that into something plausible,,
he once had a cheeseburger so fucking bad that he was determined to make a list of every restaurant he’s ever been to and rank their burgers to prevent it from ever happening to another person
you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t. he likes organization and would totally have a spreadsheet for this. he likes control and if he doesn’t know where he wants to go, he’d look at his reliable old spreadsheet
it sounds silly but i’m so dead serious right now. i think similarly to Food Youtuber Alfred from my margaritaville AU, food critic is also a viable career for him. like. i usually throw in FACE fam dynamics — he has some taste considering he grew up on Francis’s snobby cooking
this is such a stupid thought, but i REALLY just want him to have an interaction that’s like. Mattie’s picking him up to go somewhere and they’re going out to eat. Matt asks him if he’s thought about where he wants to go and Pulls out this google sheets document. he treats it like a Bible. you can’t take him ANYWHERE
and it could apply to other genres of food too
like he ranks restaurants on how well they can make a reuben sandwich (my father is a snob about that so like. i know which restaurants are NOT approved by my father)
he ranks them on things that just don’t make sense to anyone but him
you know how documents can have multiple spreadsheets in them on google drive? that. yeah that. he’s got that. it’s color coded too.
alfred f jones is a chaotic being of a man but in my head he cares deeply about the thinks he cares for and executes ideas in terrible ways
he could’ve just left a review on yelp, but no.
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hey im giving you attention
i love you dearly dawg
i’m your favorite , right ?? ;3 ?
i’m slowing morphing into emu otori help me
i miss you
call me tonight i’m free and i miss you
how are you?
I don’t call you for one night and you come begging for attention in my asks :eyeroll:
Anyways hi i also love you <3 I am loving the emu ootori layout it suits you well.
I will! And I’m doing well :) I just got back from a little shopping with my mom (we went to get birthday gifts for two of my friends and i got like four books from barnes and noble lol)
How about you?
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Y’know sometimes this actually is a beautiful country
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after a talk with my sister @creme-bruhlee about how i would insert myself into escape at dannemora i would definitely be a civilian worker like tilly and i would HARDCORE be hooking up with david
would y’all wanna see me write for david? buzzcut paul is FINE lemme tell you
WHATTA MAN
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Favoured son has to be in my top ten songs of all time
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what new shows did you try? and yes you do need to go back to gif making you make wonderful gifs
Hey anon!
That's sweet of you to say 😊
I think I've had a sensory overload from all the new shows I've watched recently and tbf the ones I tried watching today on any other given day maybe I'd completely love. But I kinda went on a journey of watching Russian Doll for two episodes and I did relate to Nadia's complete love for her cat Oatmeal and risking death each time to find him. Then I somehow ended up watching the entire first season of Galavant even though I'm not into musicals and yet I kept watching and then half an episode of Parcs and Rec before I gave up. I'm probably experiencing some sort of breakdown 🙃
Ah gifmaking *sighs wistfully*
I'm basically like a fic writer who's got the plot of a new fic completely plotted out in their mind but never put a word down. I've got hundreds of unmade gifsets bouncing around my brain from past and new shows. But a combination of needing a new laptop and having to spend the said funds on the cost of living, an estranged parent turning up and making me relive my childhood trauma and general life shittiness we all experience has put it on hold. But I'm hopeful I can save up soon to get a new one and gif my pain away.
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new alessia x reader series sneak peak:
UNC!lessi x DUKE!reader slow burn enemies to lovers vibes based around this request here
"where are you going?" you looked up from your phone at the blondes voice, raising an eyebrow where she lay on her bed. "and you care because?" you questioned sarcastically as her baby blue eyes narrowed.
"just hoping each time you walk out that door one day you just magically don't come back." the english woman grinned as you flipped her off, grabbing your toiletries bag and a change of clothes.
"i wouldn't dare give you the satisfaction, chav." you bit back as her grin dropped. "you don't even know what that means!" she protested with a huff as now it was your turn to grin.
"all i need to know is that it gets under your skin, so it works for me." you smiled mockingly, taking your towel and leaving her behind. "whatever redneck!" the blonde shouted after you but you'd long blocked her out, putting your phone to your ear.
"oh my god she lives!" you cracked a sincere smile at the sound of the girls voice. "ha ha, i've been gone like a few days soph." you chuckled, catching her up on everything as you made your way over to the staff shower block.
"-she is driving me crazy! every night i lay there and the temptation to just smother her with a pillow and end my suffering is overwhelming." you scoffed, blood boiling as the image of the strikers smug face hovering over you at the championship burned into your brain.
"well, why don't you do something about it?" sophia questioned as you paused. "what do you mean?" you retorted with a frown. "you don't want her there, but she needs to be there to make up her community service hours since the vandalism right?" your best friend pushed as you hummed, starting to see where she was going with this.
"so? make her leave, or get her kicked out! problem solved and you don't have to see her again until next season. or if she fails to make up the community service she'd lose her scholarship and its bye bye miss england." sophia encouraged as a small smile curled onto your lips.
"lois you don't understand. on the pitch i have to deal with her attitude for like two hours, here its twenty four seven i can't escape her and she is fucking insufferable!" alessia groaned, collapsing back into her bed.
"so you're telling me you share a room with her and you can't think of any advantages to that?" lois quipped as alessia scoffed. "no? other than that she's constantly within strangling distance!" alessia grumbled with a roll of her eyes.
"less i love you but sometimes you can be so thick. this is great! its like the golden opportunity to get in her head. you have to do the whole camp for your service right? well if you make her life a nightmare she's hardly going to want to stay since she doesn't have to be there." lois continued to hint as finally the blonde started to follow along.
"plus if i can get into her head before the she believes tournament, if we both get a call up i can use that to play some serious mind games. for the good of the cause!" alessia grinned as lois sighed.
"less sometimes my own genius even surprises me."
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you glanced up as you heard footsteps, your singing ceasing as suddenly there was silence and you wondered if you were hearing things. with a shrug you started humming again, ducking your head back under the water to wash the conditioner out.
but as suddenly your towel disappeared from the top of the cubicle your eyes widened and you hurried to shut the water off, sticking your head out.
"oh you have to be fucking kidding me." you scoffed, all of your clothes and towel suddenly missing in action, and you knew exactly who the culprit would be.
"fuck." you mumbled looking around desperately for a solution. with a groan you realised you really only had one choice, not particularly wanting to have to wait there soaking wet and shivering until night fall.
so with an enraged huff you ripped the shower curtains down with a tug, wrapping them as best around your body as you could, having to hold them up as to not let anything slip out.
cautiously poking your head out of the door your eyes locked in on your target and you retreated, taking a deep breath and muttering some affirmations to yourself.
"if you don't show weakness nobody can take advantage of something that isn't there." you mumbled, cocking your chin up high as you kicked open the door and stormed out of the building.
you heard the wolf whistles but paid them no mind, keeping your head held high and marching your way over toward the blonde sat by herself with a smug grin.
"did you leave something behind america? thought i'd bring it over to you, save you the embarrassment but well...guess you were too impatient to wait." alessia smirked as you snatched back your towel which was held in her hand.
"where the hell are my clothes england?" you warned, alessia looking upward with a slight smile as you followed your eyes, scoffing seeing your clothes hanging from one of the trees.
"cheeky kids. never know when a joke goes too far!" alessia tutted, unwavering as you squared up to her, the blonde standing so she was a head taller than you as you exhaled.
"you know russo if you wanted to see me naked so badly, next time you could just ask."
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It Was Only a Kiss | EE73 x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Content, Minors DNI, Underage Drinking, P in V, Thigh Riding, Cursing, use of pet names (baby, princess), not proofread, Slight Angst (If I missed anything please let me know)
Word Count: 2.4K
A/N: So, this is my first time ever writing something like this, this is also my first time writing smut. Please let me know what you think of this, but I'm also sensitive so please be nice abt it, thank you! All love - Chaela <3
"Come on y/n/n please, it's been so long since we've gone out together" Lydia pleads as I try to hide under my comforter. Normally I would love to go out and party with her, but ever since she started dating our friend Mark I've turned into a major third wheel. Don't get me wrong, I love the two of them and how happy they make each other, but sometimes I'd like to be able to enjoy myself without having to watch them suck each other's faces. After a tremendous amount of prodding Lydia finally coerced me out of bed picking out my outfit for the party.
"Lyds, are you sure I should wear this? Isn't it a bit, much?" I ask as I rake my eyes over the outfit she chose. The outfit consisted of a black miniskirt, a red lacy top which showed off the tops of my breasts really nicely, and some matching black boots.
"It's perfect y/n/n you look hot, nobody will be able to keep their eyes off of you babes."
I roll my eyes at her comment and go to finish my hair and makeup before grabbing my keys and head out the door following behind Lydia. The Soph house, home of the University of Michigan hockey team was only a 10 minute drive from our dorms and we arrived in no time. We made our way inside, music blasting throughout the house practically making the walls shake. The house was hot and stuffy as the sea of bodies was full of young adults grinding and dancing along to the music the air smelling of smoke and alcohol. Almost immediately upon arriving the two girls are greeted by Mark.
"Hey babe" he smiles leaning down to press a kiss to his girlfriend's lips, he then turns to the other girl greeting her as well.
"Hey y/n/n, we've missed you" he says hugging his friend.
"Hey Marky, I've missed you guys too, i've just been busy" I lied not wanting to admit i've been avoiding hanging out with the couple. Just as the three of you were about to head towards the kitchen to pour yourselves some drinks an arm makes itself comfortable around my shoulder causing me to look up and see none other than Ethan Edwards. You weren't exactly sure how the rivalry had started, but for as long as you could remember you and Ethan had hated each other. Growing up next door to each other you and Ethan had been forced to spend time around each other, due to always going to the same school and our parents being good friends. When I had gotten accepted to University of Michigan I had expected to finally escape the brunette, but of course to my disappointment he had been accepted right along with me. At the sight of the boy I tried to contain the look of disgust in my face as I pushed his arm off from around my shoulders. Upon Ethan's arrival Lydia and Mark took it upon themselves to make their way to their other friends across the house.
"Wow y/n/n, it's good to see you too." Ethan teased as he moved to put his hands in his pockets.
"What do you want Ethan?" I asked getting irritated by his presence.
"Pump the hate breaks princess, I was just trying to be civil" Ethan states as he holds his hands up in defense.
I scoffed at the idea, Ethan Edwards? Civil? I think hell would freeze over before that happened. I tried to push past him and move towards to kitchen to get alcohol in my system, but of course he had to follow right behind me. I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge cracking it open and letting the golden liquid glide down my throat the sensation already seeming to ease my annoyance. That was until a set of arms were working to trap me against the fridge.
"Ethan, what are you doing" I asked in a questioning tone.
"Just admiring" the boy admits.
"Where the hell is this coming from Ethan? For as long as I can remember you've hated me" I asked him.
"Who says I hate you?" he questions.
"I don't know Ethan, maybe the way you've been an asshole since the day I moved in next door" I state in a matter of fact tone.
"I wasn't trying to be an asshole y/n" the use of my full name shocks me as he continues. "I just wanted to get to know the pretty girl next door, but the only way I could think to get your attention was to tease you." He finally admits.
"W- what? You're telling me all of these years you've been an ass because you had a crush on me?" I ask hesitantly.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I was doing" Ethan starts,
"and if you'd let me make it up to you I'd show you exactly how I feel for you princess"
"Oh yeah?" I asked, my voice just barely above a whisper
"Yeah" he breathes, his hands on my hips as he leans his face down towards mine his lips ghosting over mine as he says, "You have no idea how long i've wanted this."
"Just kiss me already Ethan" I mumble starting to get impatient. Ethan doesn't take a second longer to crash his lips onto mine. I never would have thought that I would be in the kitchen of the Soph house making out with Ethan Edwards, but here I was with one hand tangled in his hair at the nape of his neck, while the other still held onto the long forgotten can of beer I had grabbed minutes earlier. I tugged at the ends of his hair causing him to groan into my mouth allowing me to slip my tongue in and explore his mouth with my own. After what feels like hours we finally pull away to catch our breath, but within seconds I'm pulling Ethan back down to my lips kissing him with a bruising force. Soon Ethan begins trailing his lips down to my jawline and my neck causing me to tilt my head back in pleasure allowing him more access as he nips and starts to leave marks all over. I know that at this point my panties are dripping from the immense amount of pleasure i'm receiving in this moment.
"Eth.." I moan out as his hands begin to explore my body. He hums in response not fully acknowledging me. "Ethan" I repeat this time in a more firm tone.
At the sound Ethan lifts his head from my neck to look at me. "What's wrong princess? Do you not want this? I can stop it's no problem I just-" he begins to ramble worried he's scared me off.
"No Ethan, I want this, just not- not in the kitchen Ethan" I say reassuring him. Ethan gapes at me as though he had completely forgotten that we were still in the middle of the kitchen. "R-right, well then let's get out of here" Ethan says as he grabs my hand guiding me through the crowd of people and upstairs towards his room. The second the door is locked behind us my back is pushed up against the door as Ethan smashes his lips against mine with the same intensity as minutes ago in the kitchen. My hands go to tangle themselves within his hair once more has his go around yo cup the backs of my thighs. “Jump princess” he mumbles into my lips and I comply immediately eliciting a breathy “good girl” from him causing me to moan into the kiss and him to smirk. Ethan backs us up until he's sitting on the foot of his bed with me straddling his lap. As though my hips had a mind of their own they slowly began to rut against Ethan's causing him to pull away and groan. “What have you done to me Princess?”
“Less talking, please” I breathe out as I continue to grind my hips against his. Ethan lets out a chuckle as he goes to take off my top, looking at me for approval to which I nod. He slowly removes the article of clothing and gapes as my bare breasts are revealed. Starting to feel a bit self conscious I go to move my arms in front of my chest to which Ethan immediately grabs my wrist saying “Don't hide from me now Princess, you're gorgeous.” His hands move from my wrists, down to knead my breasts letting his thumbs flick over my hardening nipples.
“Oh God” I moan out at the sensation and before I can speak again Ethan is enclosing my nipple in his mouth licking and sucking at the bud eliciting a string of curses to come pouring out of my mouth. I tug at the strands of Ethan's hair pulling him away from my chest and back to my lips, my hands moving down his chest to palm his strained cock through his jeans. “Oh Princess” he groans. The two of us are quick to start stripping each other down leaving ourselves bare in front of each other. To say Ethan was attractive was an understatement, he quite literally looked like he had been sculpted by Greek Gods with his chiseled jaw, toned abs, and his incredibly muscular thighs which you couldn't help but staring at. Ethan caught your gaze and smirked as he began to speak, “I see you looking at my thighs Princess” you flush at the realization you've been caught, but he only continues when he says “does that turn you on Princess, the thought of getting off just by pleasuring yourself on my thigh. You like that idea don't you?” he pulls me in by my wrist choosing to run his fingers along my slick folds “Look at you Princess you're so wet f’’me already, c’mon baby come ride my thigh like a good girl” he begins to slur lust evident in his voice. Not being able to decline his request I move to sit with my cunt directly on his thigh as he puts his hands on my hips and begins to set the pace for me flexing his thigh every once in a while the muscles in his thigh touching my clit sending the most delicious sense of pleasure coursing through my body. I very quickly could feel the the very familiar knot tying in my stomach as Ethan quickened the pace enjoying the view of me getting off just at the feel of his thigh. Reaching between our bodies I snaked my hand down to my clit pressing tight circles only increasing the pleasure I was feeling at the moment. “I- I’m close” I'm barely able to muster out before my orgasm overtakes me and I clench my eyes shut leaning forward to bite Ethan's shoulder at the sensation.
Ethan mumbles sweet nothings in my ear as he moves his face to the crook of my neck leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. As I come down from my post orgasmic sensation I reach my hand down to begin stroking Ethan's cock which is angry due to its lack of attention. This is a sign to Ethan that I am ready for more. Quickly Ethan moves us around so that I am laying with my back against his mattress with him hovering over me leaning down to leave a kiss on my lips, this one was different from the others, not full of lust or need, it was a kiss full of passion and emotion. Ethan pulls away and looks me in the eyes with a look clearly asking for permission to which I quickly nod needing to feel him inside me. “Uh uh baby, I need words Princess” he says.
“Ethan please, need your cock. Need you t’ fill me up so good” I babble. That's all he needs to hear before teasing my folds with the tip of his cock and then pushing into my entrance without warning causing us both to moan out at the feeling.
“Fuck baby you're so tight f’me, milking my cock so good baby” Ethan groans into my ear.
“So full Eth. You fill me up so good” I practically cried.
Sure I had had hookups throughout the last few years, nobody had ever been able to please me like Ethan already had, and nobody even came close in size compared to Ethan. After adjusting to the stretch, I encouraged Ethan to move and he did just as I had asked. At first it was painful due to the new feeling but soon that pain was replaced with pleasure. Once the pain was gone I urged Ethan to to move faster to which he gladly obliged setting a harsh pace eliciting almost pornographic sounds from my mouth. All that could be heard throughout the room was the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from both me and Ethan. The knot in my stomach began tightening again as I was starting to get closer and closer to my orgasm for the second time of the night. I could tell Ethan was getting close as well as I could feel his thrusts getting sloppier and his cock twitching inside of me at each thrust.
“‘m so close Ethan, so close” I breathe out.
“Me too Princess, I want you to cum with me baby, okay? Can you do that f’me baby?”
“Yes, please Ethan ‘m gonna cum”
Ethan reached between our bodies going to draw tight circles on my clit, pulling my orgasm out of me, my pussy fluttering around his cock milks his orgasm out of him as he lets himself lay on top of me. We lay there for a couple of minutes coming down from our highs basking in the post orgasmic feeling. Once we’ve caught our breath Ethan gets up pulling on his boxers leaning down to press a kiss to my lips before he heads to the bathroom. He returns with a washcloth in his hand going to clean the mess made between my thighs trying to be gentle as to not cause overstimulation. Ethan then goes to grab me a pair of his boxers and a shirt for me to sleep in. After I get dressed Ethan opens his arms for me to come join him under the covers to which I happily obliged laying with Ethan as we slowly drifted off to sleep, deciding to leave the conversation about where this will lead for tomorrow.
fin.
a/n: I have no clue how I feel about this or if I even like this but yk 💁🏻♀️
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BITTERSWEET DELUSIONS — JAY ONESHOT
— you still exist in jay’s world. you’re still here, he believes, yet he doesn’t want to face the real truth. you’ll still stick with him, right?
pairing ⋆ 𖦹 ‧ best friend!jay x best friend!fem reader
(_ _ ) . . z Z % genre : angst, best friends to ???
warnings : mentions of diagnosis of disorder
feat. ᥫ᭡ : jake (enhypen) | word count : 1.4K (1408 words)
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 — no way, soph is going on a posting streak??? only the proofreaders remember this fic 🙏 LMAO idk why i didnt post this sooner — i kinda forgot about it and would always scroll right past it in my drafts (or i never see it cause i dont scroll that far down) this has been stuck in drafts since may 25 2023 😊 BUT this is finally released !
"Whoever loses has to buy lunch for the other person!" Your words echoed as you sprinted along the sidewalk. Glancing behind, you noticed Jay's bewildered expression while you dashed ahead. The black cat keychain swung side to side with each stride you took.
"That's not fair! You started running first!" Jay remarked, observing your increasing distance with a smirk. As usual, he swiftly caught up, transitioning from being far behind to directly trailing you. His sudden voice surprised you, causing a gasp to escape your lips.
"How did you—?" Before you could finish, Jay leaped onto you, causing both of you to tumble onto the ground. Instead of getting upset, laughter erupted from both of you. Clutching your sides and still pinned beneath Jay, you playfully nudged him aside.
Feigning offense, Jay's expression elicited more laughter from you. He smiled, captivated by your radiant smile and how you wiped away tears of joy. He wished he could witness this pretty sight every day.
"Shall we start over?" you proposed, smirking once more.
Beep Beep.
Jay's eyes shot open, startled by the sudden sight. He gasped for air, his heart racing. Anxiously, he fumbled for the towel placed beside his bed, using it to dab away the sweat clinging to his forehead. Tossing it back in place, he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a sense of emptiness wash over him.
Oh how he could wish he could start over with you.
With groggy eyes, he tries to make out the numbers on his digital clock.
9:15 AM.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He had another dream about you, a bittersweet one. Or, should he call it a nightmare? Every time he dreams about you, a wave of guilt crushes over him, even if it’s not his fault. Staring at the blank expanse of his white wall, he reluctantly rose to begin his day.
Jay made his way to the bathroom, methodically rolling up his sleeves. As he turned on the tap, he cupped his hands to splash water on his face, revitalizing his senses. Wiping the water off his face, he noticed a new notification on his phone. Curiosity piqued, he glanced at the screen to find a text from Jake, compelling him to click and read the message.
“You wanna meet up?”
Grasping his phone, Jay contemplated his response. After thoughtful consideration, he finally typed out his reply, observing the words before hitting send: "Sure, where?" Suddenly, with a plan to hang out and no longer a day filled with nothing, a sigh of relief escaped his lips. Placing his phone on the counter, he resumed his morning routine, knowing that today held a purpose.
Running a comb through his hair, he meticulously arranged each strand, allowing them to gracefully cascade across his face.
It's a hairstyle you adored on him, often playfully brushing the strands away and commenting on how handsome he looked.
As he selects his attire, he opts for a simple combination of beige pants and a brown cardigan, a wistful sigh escaping his lips.
The colors hold a special significance, reminiscent of the times you praised how well they suited him. In an attempt to hold onto a piece of your presence, he chooses to wear lighter shades day after day.
Preparing to leave the house, he reaches for his cologne, spritzing a few times with a bittersweet smile.
Jay recalls how you held strong opinions about his fragrance choices, finding some too subtle and others too overpowering. However, this particular scent held a special place in your heart, and he remembers the joy it brought you. Since you mentioned it, he always made sure to keep that bottle in his possession, a subtle gesture made solely for you.
Exhaustion engulfed him, as the burden of the world settled upon his shoulders, relentlessly crushing his spirit. The weight of it all became insurmountable, rendering him a prisoner within the confines of his own room.
Every breath felt like a futile struggle, an agonizing reminder of the impossibility of escape from the torment inflicted by your absence.
Ignoring his thoughts, Jay steps outside his house, a rush of nostalgia flooding his senses as he inserts earbuds into his ears. The gentle caress of a fresh breeze momentarily grants him a fleeting sensation of freedom, but it quickly gives way to a surge of overwhelming emotions.
Each stride feels burdened, as if his body rebels against venturing into a world that still echoes with your memory, causing a subtle frown to etch upon his face. It serves as a constant reminder of the connection he once shared, amplifying the weight of your disappearance.
Despite knowing deep down that you wanted something better for him, Jay finds himself trapped in the inability to move on. He's trying with all his might, and today is no exception.
As he crosses the bustling streets, a soft, melancholic melody seeps through his earbuds, the gentle beats mirroring the fragments of you slipping away, gradually causing him to lose himself in the process. The sidewalks grow increasingly crowded, forcing Jay to navigate through the swarm of people, squeezing his way past them in a bid to move forward.
Placing his earbuds back into their case, he retrieves his phone and scrolls through his contacts until he finds Jake's name. With a mix of anticipation, he dials the number and brings the phone to his ear, the ringing echoing on the other end. His gaze scans the surroundings, desperately searching for any sign of his best friend's familiar presence.
Amidst the sea of faces, Jay's eyes lock onto a figure in the distance, stirring a glimmer of hope within him. Squinting, he desperately tries to discern the features, momentarily believing it to be Jake. But as he looks again, his heart sinks. It's not Jake; it's someone else entirely. Yet, their back, the way they stand, the clothes they wear—everything resembles you, frozen in time since the day you vanished. His eyes widened in disbelief, momentarily forgetting the call with Jake.
It was you.
There was no denying that that black keychain was yours, you guys had matching ones.
He could spot it anywhere, he knows.
Igniting an urgent determination, Jay pushes through the crowd, disregarding the pleas of his best friend on the other end of the line. He runs closer, his voice cracking as he calls out, desperately pleading for people to clear a path, oblivious to their bewildered gazes and startled reactions.
All that matters in that moment is the possibility of finding you, of reuniting, even if just for a fleeting second.
“Y/N!”
No response.
“Y/N!”
No response still. Just you moving farther and farther from him.
Farther.
and Farther.
He's on the verge of reaching you, his heart pounding in his chest, but among the overwhelming crowds flooding the streets, he loses sight of you. A rasping cough escapes his throat, his vision blurred by tears, and the last glimpse he ever catches is of your retreating back.
All he could see was your keychain, swinging from side to side. But this time, he couldn’t chase after you.
He can’t see your face again, can’t hear your laugh again, and can’t hear you request for another race.
You had won.
You had finally won the race.
So, why do you keep leaving him?
Why can't you simply return and reassure him that everything will be alright?
“Jay? Jay, listen to me.” a voice pierces through the haze, calling him back to reality.
He lifts his gaze from the black cat keychain in his hand, finding his psychologist looking at him with a gentle smile.
Confusion mingles with emptiness as he sits in the suffocating confines of a small room, engaging in a conversation he has no desire to partake in.
"Where's Y/N?" he finally manages to utter, his voice tinged with desperation, causing a slight frown to crease the psychologist's brow.
"She's not here anymore, Jay," the psychologist responds, and an irritated expression flickers across Jay's face, disbelief etched in his features.
"No, she is. She's still here!" he insists, his voice growing louder, his anxiety showing up with his bitten, peeled lips. "You just don't understand!" He confronts his helper with a mix of aggression and frustration, seeking validation.
“She’s going to come back. I just saw her earlier—even though she disappeared before I could talk to her, I know she’ll come back to see me.”
His psychologist sighs, holding onto their clipboard. Clicking onto their pen, they swiftly scribbled the words:
Delusional Disorder.
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slow mornings | quinn hughes
a little dad!quinn blurb for your sunday evening <3
The house was quiet. Too quiet for a Saturday morning.
Usually, Saturday mornings started early with Sophie climbing into Quinn and I's bed. This morning, though, I was the only one laying under the duvet. As I racked my brain, trying to remember if there was a reason I had been abandoned in the bed, I remembered that I'd never seen Quinn last night. He was supposed to get home after midnight, flying home from a five-day road trip.
The panic began to set in when I realized that I had no messages from Quinn, his phone wasn't on his bedside table, and -- most importantly -- he wasn't lying in bed next to me. Flinging the covers off, I made my way down the hall to Sophie's room, where I discovered that she too was missing. Deciding to venture downstairs, I could hear the faint sounds of music coming from the living room.
As I entered, my heart swelled at the sight in front of me. Laying on the couch, both asleep, was Sophie and Quinn. Sophie was cuddled into her dad's side and didn't appear to be waking up anytime soon.
I quickly snapped a picture of the two of them before leaning down and placing a kiss to the top of Quinn's head. His eyes fluttered open and a lazy grin came over his features.
"Hey," he mumbled. "Can I have a real kiss?"
I smiled at his request.
"You want me to give you a kiss after you abandoned me in our bed?"
He just continued smiling at me, knowing that I'd give in eventually. And I did, leaning back down to give Quinn a 'real kiss' before walking around the couch and sitting on the unoccupied side of Quinn's body. I leaned onto his side as his arm came to wrap around my waist. I was looking at the movie currently playing on the tv; Winnie the Pooh was currently one of Soph's favorites. She especially loved Eeyore.
"Eeyore's actually such an underrated character," Quinn said, as if he could read my mind.
"You and Soph are too much alike," I replied, earning a nudge from my husband.
"Who's your favorite then?"
I didn't reply, which was an answer enough for Quinn.
"There's nothing wrong with liking Eeyore, you know. His grumpiness is funny. And realistic."
"Fair point."
We both laid in comfortable silence for a while, watching the children’s movie, when I figured I’d bring up the potentially touchy subject of Quinn’s road trip, during which they’d lost two games and won one.
"How was the trip?"
The involuntary sigh that escaped his lips was all I really needed to know. Quinn had already confided in me about how frustrating it was for his team to be having such an awful season, especially compared to Jack's, but to also have to see so many of his teammates and people he considered to be good friends get traded away. He didn't talk about it in front of his parents or his brothers, specifically Jack, because he didn't want to make everyone listen to his pity party when he knew they really just wanted to be basking in the glory of Jack's first really good season in the NHL.
"It sucked," Quinn admitted, his arm gripping my waist a little tighter. “But it’s over now, so it’s whatever.”
I looked up to him, communicating with just my look that it, in fact, wasn’t whatever.
“Fine, fine. It just wasn’t fun overall. I didn’t play very well, and I missed you guys.”
Quinn had a pout on his face when I looked up at him. I couldn’t help myself but to lean up and kiss his jaw.
“We missed you too,” I informed him. “Soph watched every single minute of every game.”
As if she could hear us mention her name in her sleep, Sophie stirred. Wiggling around and rubbing her eyes. Upon her opening her eyes fully, she looked at Quinn, then at me, and did a double take back to Quinn, letting out a little gasp.
“Daddy!” she squealed and wrapped her arms around Quinn’s neck. Quinn chuckled but pulled her closer to his chest.
“Hey sweetheart. Have a good nap?”
The massive smile on Sophie’s face and the hands that were still clutching onto Quinn’s shirt were enough indication that she was more preoccupied with her father than to answer his question.
“Daddy, are you home now?”
The grin that graced Quinn’s features wavered slightly. While Soph was asking if Quinn was home, she was really asking if he was going to stay home.
“No baby, not yet. I’m home this week, and then I’m going to see Uncle Trevor.”
She tried to mask her disappointment. After a moment, though, her features changed to one of curiosity and excitement.
“Oh. But can you ask him to bring me some candy? He always brings me candy when you see him,” she informed us.
I raised an eyebrow and side-eyed Quinn, who looked guilty.
“Uncle Trevor always brings you candy?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “Daddy brings it, but Uncle Trevor gives it to him to give to me.”
“Ah, I see.”
I decided to leave the subject of Trevor and Quinn conspiring to sneak our kid candy another time. Right now, though, I was going to spend the morning watching Disney movies.
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˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ DILUC ; — bad actor
warnings. fluff, diluc being silly, he just loves you a lot, not too good at expressing his feelings, modern!au
notes. finally a diluc fic from user rintosei we cheer woop woop :> dedicated to my fav diluc lover aka soph aka user @alaboadoa
"why are you laughing?" diluc asks as he places your food down in front of you. he sits down, ripping open a plastic straw and handing it over to you.
you take the straw from him, quietly thanking him. "because you're so obvious..." a smile appears once more on your face, barely holding back another laugh from escaping your lips.
diluc raises an eyebrow. “what do you mean?” he starts eating the burger in front of him by cutting it into smaller pieces so it’s easier for him to eat — you still don’t understand why he does that. you find it easier to just bite into it. “you’re not making any sense, y/n.”
“why don’t you just bite the burger? it’s way easier that way you know,” you sighed leaning forward. “also, you’re a really bad actor, diluc.”
he frowns. “i’d rather not dirty my hands with grease and sauce.” he sets the burger down, wiping his mouth with a tissue. “why would i be a bad actor? you’ve never seen me act before.”
you hummed. “well, you are acting right now. and it’s not going well, let me tell you.”
diluc seems even more confused after you’ve explained it (well, more like subtly hint at it). he ponders on your sentence for a little longer but eventually gives up when he finishes taking a sip from his drink. “seriously what do you mean by that? i don’t understand what you’re saying at all.”
“you have a crush on me, do you?” as soon as the words escaped your mouth, diluc choked on his drink, coughing violently making a few other customers look at him with concern. “see, i told you i’m right!”
as soon as he calms down from his coughing fit, he clears his throat, cheeks turning red. “i don’t- i don’t know what you’re talking about.” he distracts himself from the smug smile you’re giving by continuing to eat his burger, eyes looking everywhere except you.
“hey come on, look at me!” you teased him, squishing his cheeks with your hand, forcing him to look at you. “aw, you look so cute all embarrassed.”
he moves your hand away from his face. “no, i’m not. shut up.”
you smiled again, resting your chin on your hand. “my boyfriend is so cute.”
“no, i’m not-” diluc stops, finally processing what you just called him. “you- boyfriend? are you serious?”
“what? do you not want to be my boyfriend?” you teased, taking one french fry from diluc’s plate and eats it, patiently waiting for diluc’s answer.
diluc looks away before mumbling out an answer. “yes, i do want to be your boyfriend.”
you clapped your hands together, looking extremely happy. “great! honestly, i was waiting for you to confess first, but knowing how stubborn you are with your own feelings, you wouldn’t confess even if it’s been twenty years.”
“wha- why didn’t you make the first move then?” diluc asks, seemingly upset that you saw right through him. “you made me wait instead of-”
you laughed. “i loved seeing your reactions you know? you get all embarrassed every time i slightly touch you. it’s cute.”
“i regret ever having a crush on you.” diluc states, frowning as he takes his last bite out of his burger. “now hurry up and finish your meal unless you want to miss the movie.”
“ah-” you clearly forgot all about the movie ever since you started the topic of diluc’s feelings for you. “shit.”
“yeah. now finish it, dummy.” diluc murmurs, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watches you eat your food, face puffing up as you stuff your mouth. “cute.” he whispers under his breath.
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Symphonies by LarissasChristies
(AO3 Link in Title)
Summary: You are Lillian Crowe, a young cellist hired by Larissa Weems as the new Music Director at Nevermore. You quickly develop feelings for Larissa, but the other woman is guarded, walls built high from years of having to protect herself. Will you be able to show Larissa that she deserves to love, and to be loved in return?
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 1,506
HUGE thank you to @weemssapphic for being my beta!
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You looked around the grandiose office, taking in the decor the principal had chosen while waiting for her to arrive. Compared to the rest of the school, it was rather plain, but you could tell that each piece had been selected with purpose and care; the two leather armchairs, one of which you were now sitting in, matched the leather chair sitting empty behind the principal’s desk, the oxblood curtains covering the floor to ceiling windows, the two chandeliers casting a warm glow across the room, all meticulously selected and placed by the principal herself. You lost yourself in thinking about the woman behind the decor, zoning out to a point that you didn’t hear the door to her private quarters open and click shut as the principal appeared.
“Good morning,” she said, her words lilting with a British accent. “I am Principal Weems, and you must be Lillian!”
You stood and whirled toward the sound of her deep voice, having been jolted from your thoughts by her sudden arrival. A small gasp escaped your lips as you took in the woman before you; she was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen, and her crystalline blue eyes pierced your own as she strode toward you with her hand out in greeting. You took the opportunity of the space between you to really look at the woman as she made her way to you. She was wearing a form-fitting tan dress that stretched deliciously across her hips, the heels she wore making her even taller than she already is, and her white-blonde hair was perfectly pinned in a gorgeous updo. As your eyes made their way back to her face you realized she had already closed the distance between you. She raised her eyebrow at you and glanced down at her extended hand expectantly.
“Oh, sorry,” you muttered as you rushed to take her hand in your own, and your mind reeled at how small yours felt in hers. “Yes, uh, my name is Lillian and I am here to interview for the position of Music Director.” You fumbled over your words, still trying to recover from being caught off guard.
“Yes, of course.”,” Hher smile as she gestured for you to sit made your stomach clench and you did as she requested. You quietly dug your nails into your palms in a feeble attempt to pull yourself together as the principal launched into her introduction.
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You walked out of Nevermore with a huge smile on your face. The interview had lasted a little over an hour, Principal Weems asking questions and watching you with a shine in her beautiful eyes as she listened intently to your answers. You found yourself getting carried away a couple of times, but it seemed like the principal had enjoyed the passion with which you responded because by the end of the interview she had offered you the position. Once at your car, you did a little victory dance and took out your phone, and sent a quick text to your best friend before sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Hey Soph, guess what?! I GOT THE JOB!!! Drinks at my place this evening to celebrate?”
You hit send, locking your phone and dropping it in the cup holder before putting your key in the ignition and turning your car on, the radio coming to life playing the lively 4th Movement of Beethoven’s 7th Symphony, one of your favorites. The drive home was short, your apartment only ten minutes away from Nevermore,which was just enough time to finish the symphony. You turned the car off and grabbed your phone from the cup holder before getting out, gently closing the door behind you and walking toward your apartment. Just as you put the key in the front door your phone chimed, a text message popping up on the screen.
“Hell yes, babes!!!!! I knew you would get it, you’re the best cellist I know!!!”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled, pushing your door open and tossing your keys into the bowl on your entry table before unlocking your phone to reply.
“I’m the ONLY cellist you know, doofus. Be here around 8.”
You gently slipped your feet out of the heels you had worn for the interview, sighing in relief as your feet relaxed. You hit send on the message as you slid your feet into your slippers, padding over to the couch. After getting comfortable and turning on your television, you found your mind wandering back to the principal, thoughts of finding something to watch gone. She was absolutely gorgeous, and the more you thought about her the hotter your cheeks got. Her deep voice, her crimson lips, those beautiful blue eyes…. what you wouldn’t give to get lost in those eyes and feel how soft those lips are. To hear her moaning your name.
Nope, you thought to yourself, this is your new boss! You can NOT be having these thoughts!
You shook your head and slapped your hands on your knees, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Your stomach growled as you opened the fridge only to find a moldy apple and some week-old takeout from your favorite Japanese restaurant. For half a moment you contemplated eating the leftovers before your self preservation kicked in and you closed the refrigerator. Your phone dings from the couch and you lean over to grab it, a text from an unknown number on the screen.
“Hello, I apologize for getting your number from your file. This is Principal Weems. Larissa. I was wondering if you might be free this evening? I’d like to get to know you a bit better before the start of the term. Dinner at Koto, say 7pm?”
Your heart skipped a beat at seeing who the text was from. You quickly unlocked your phone and read the message again, your brain taking a minute to catch up with what was happening. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, the blinking cursor taunting you as you try to come up with a reply.
Come on, Lillian, she’s your new boss and simply wants to learn more about her new employee. It’s not that deep! You thought to yourself as you began to type.
“I’d love that, Koto is actually my favorite restaurant! I’ll meet you there at 7!”
You hit send before you could overthink and retype the message six times. As you took a deep breath to steady your heartbeat, a text from Soph came in. Shit.
“8 sounds great! Do you want me to grab anything on my way? I know your fridge is probably barren.”
You rolled your eyes, oddly comforted by how well she knows you, and clicked the message to reply.
“I actually can’t do it tonight, I'm sorry. Larissa— Principal Weems wants to hear more about my career prior to applying at Nevermore over dinner at Koto. Rain check?”
Three bubbles popped up almost immediately as Soph began to reply.
“Dinner at Koto?! Sounds like she wants to do more than just ‘hear about your career’ Lil ;)”
“Oh shut up, there’s literally no way. I am her e m p l o y e e.”
Your phone started to ring then, Soph’s face filling your screen as her contact photo popped up.
“I am her em-ploy-ee,” Soph mocked, her voice echoing around your apartment as you hit the speaker button.
“It is completely normal to want to learn more about the person you have hired to teach your students, it’s not a big deal.” You blushed, your cheeks getting hotter by the second.
“Wait. Am I sensing a hint of…. a crush?” Soph’s voice went up on octave at the end of her question, excitement clearly getting the best of her.
“NO!” You nearly shouted, your cheeks practically catching fire before calmly repeating, “No. I do not have a crush on my new boss. This is just a professional meeting between two coworkers.”
“Oh, my ass, Lil. You totally have a crush on your new boss. Is she taller than you? I bet she’s taller than you. You’re SO predictable.”
“And what if she is?” You said incredulously. You glanced down at your watch, “I’m hanging up now, I need to get ready. Goodbye!” You practically slammed your finger on the red button, briefly missing the days when you could dramatically snap your phone shut. You looked at your watch again: 5:15pm. You had about an hour to get ready before you had to leave and you had no idea what to wear.
Why does it matter, Lillian? Just wear what you’re wearing now, it’s not a date! You told yourself.
With a heavy sigh, you walked toward the bathroom to wash your face and reapply your makeup. Before you knew it, it was time to leave for Koto. You slipped your feet back into the black heels and grabbed your keys. You forced a deep breath to fill your lungs to calm your nerves before you headed out the door
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Timeline Preface
First of all, it's necessary to make clear which years will be used as reference for each game, for these years will dictate everything else in the timeline.
Persona 1 -> 1996
Persona 2 -> 1999
Persona 3 -> 2009
Persona 4 -> 2011
Persona 5 -> 2016
In total, we will be covering 20 years of in-game events plus a few here and there. The following is a list of the events that WILL NOT be considered canon in the timeline, just to keep it in mind:
Shin Megami Tensei: if... Gakuen no Akuma Tsukai
Shin Megami Tensei if...: Jin of the Expanse
Shin Megami Tensei: Kahn
Revelations: Persona (basically the americanized version)
Megami Ibunroku Persona: Ikuu no Tou Hen
Megami Ibunroku Persona: Shadow Maze
Megami Ibunroku Persona Digital Collection
Persona 2: Innocent Sin ~ The Errors of Their Youth
Persona 2 Tsumi: Lost Memories
Persona 2: Tsumi ga Ataeshi Batsu
Persona 2 Batsu: Infinity Mask
Persona: Tsumi to Batsu
Persona 3: Owari no Kakera
Persona 3: Shadow Cry
Persona 3: The Night Before
Persona 3 Portable
Persona 3 Portable: Velvet Blue
Persona 3 Reload
Persona 3: Dancing in Moonlight
Persona 3 Em
Megami Tensei Chaining Soul: Persona 3
Megami Tensei QIX: Persona 3
Persona 3 Broken Shadow
Persona 3 Illust Puzzle
Persona 3 Escape
Persona 3 Drama CD: New Moon
Persona 3 Drama CD: Full Moon
Persona 3 Social
Persona Ain Soph
Persona 3 FES: Alternative Heart
Persona -trinity soul-
Persona -trinity soul- Novel
Persona 4: Kiri no Amnesia
Persona 4 The Card Battle
Persona 4: Your Affection
Persona x Detective Naoto
Persona 5: Dancing in Starlight
Persona O.A.
Persona 5: Mementos Mission
Persona 5 Tactica
Persona 5: The Phantom X
Persona Mobile Online
Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth*
Persona Q2: New Cinema Labyrinth*
Vanilla Versions of P3, P4, and P5
Animation and Movie Adaptations
Manga Adaptations
Bad Endings
Comic Anthologies
Live Action and Stage Adaptations
Drama CDs unless specifically mentioned
Novel Adaptations
That weird promotional P4 flash game
The ones that WILL be considered canon and will be included in the timeline are the following:
Plus the Persona 2: Eternal Punishment PSP additional scenario.
Final Details
After each part, I will be including a "personal assumptions and headcanons" section. None of the things mentioned in said section are confirmed, in fact, some headcanons will be mentioned. Its purpose is just to enrich the canon already established by the timeline. You'll get it when you see it.
If there is a Social Link/Extra Scene/Additional Dialogue in another game/novel/CD that wasn´t in the list but enriches the story, those details will be included (glances at P3 Portable and Reload). A similar thing happened with PQ, which was almost included because of Chronos. Since everyone's memories were erased anyways, I just took Chronos and left them in their pocket dimension to live their non-canon adventures. Same thing happened with the P1 manga, since it offered extra details and more about Naoya. From Tsumi to Batsu I only took the extended Philemon lore.
Possible Questions
“Why wasn't X media included?”
It depends.
I would have been okay with Tsumi if it didn't overlap with what happens in the main game. Batsu did have some interesting elements, but I couldn't find a gameplay in a language I spoke.
I wanted to include Tsumi ga Ataeshi Batsu so badly, but also couldn't find it online.
I didn't include Vanilla P3 since it needed The Answer to feel truly complete. The same happened with Golden and Royal. Portable was already an AU the moment Minako was included (sorry, queen). Honestly, you can just ignore the extra content from the remastered games or change Minato's name to Minako/Hamuko/Kotone to get the timeline you want (if you want the full FeMC experience, also read Velvet Blue).
At the moment of this timeline's creation, Reload still hasn't launched their own version of The Answer.
Ask me for specifics about other media that wasn't included.
"You forgot X media, which wasn't on either list!"
PLEASE, LET ME KNOW! I know the wiki is incomplete (discovered this when I tried doing an iceberg years ago), and that some media slips through the cracks.
If you can provide a link where I can read/watch/hear it (either English or Spanish is fine), I would be eternally grateful (also if someone can give me a translation of the Naruhodona-SEES section of the Persona Stalker Club pretty please, I would kiss you).
Though if new media was released after March 2024, the year this timeline was made, then that's why it wasn't included.
"Are the timelines already done?"
Nope. They're still in progress, but I wanted to leave some things clear before I published them. If you have any proposals or recommendations, there's still time.
That's all for now. See you next week!
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I am a Paul Dano girlie first and a Stranger Things fan second so if you’ve got Dano content you’re withholding I could really use some of that right now 🥺
(I’m half kidding by the way you post what you want when you want when you feel comfortable ❤️)
no no no of course if i can publish something to make y’all feel better i wanna be here for you i just don’t wanna take away from the stranger things fandom today because i know this is huge for you. like if someone was trying to like post random stuff when like let’s say avengers endgame came out i would’ve been ticked so i just want to make sure you guys have the time that you need. maybe i’ll post something today just incase you guys like, need to take your mind off of stranger things just know that even though i don’t watch it and maybe don’t care about it like, the super most, i understand the impact this show has had around the world and id never do anything to take away from y’all💘💖💕
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For your 3k celebration: pregnancy reveal with dilf peter 👀
Here have some girl dad DILF Peter fluff
You felt a small hand tug on your dress. You looked away from the dishes you were washing, to find your daughter looking up at you.
"What's up Sophie?" You asked. Her brown eyes were wide, a smile on her face.
Sophie pointed to the door, "Daddy!"
You grinned, "Is Daddy about to come home?"
Your toddler nodded her head. Peter claimed it was the inherited "Spidey sense" that alerted her when he was about to walk in the door.
"You want to greet Daddy? Show him your new shirt?" Sophie nodded her head.
A smile spread across your face as you watched Sophie run to the door. Her little feet were rocking back and forth as her body wiggled in excitement.
The door opened, your husband stepping in. No matter what kind of the day it had been, Peter's eyes always lit up when he saw Sophie. The smile that adorned his face upon laying eyes on her made your heart flutter, no matter how many times you saw it.
"Hey there mamaleh!" Peter quickly put his bag on the coat hook, crouching down so he was closer to eye level with Sophie (as close as one can be with a toddler).
"Daddy!" Sophie shrieked, running up to Peter. She was quickly engulfed by Peter's arms.
You leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. Despite being an everyday occurrence, the scene never failed to make you smile.
As Peter kissed the top of Sophie's head, his eyes met yours.
"Daddy! Look!" Sophie tugged on the collar of Peter's shirt. He looked down to find Sophie pointing to her shirt.
"Oh that's new," Peter's voice trailed off as he began to read Sophie's shirt. His eyes widened and you could see them scan the text on the shirt again. And again.
"Bug?" Your eyes perked up at your nickname, a sly smile slowly creeping across your face.
"Yes Peter?"
"Why does Sophie shirt say 'promoted to big sister'?" Peter took a step towards you, still holding Sophie in his hands.
You giggled, leaning over so you were at eye level with your daughter, "Wanna tell Daddy?"
Sophie pointed to your stomach, "Mamma has a baby!"
"What?" Peter's voice was breathless. You didn't think his eyes could get any wider. The wheels were turning in his brain, connecting the dots. You could see in his eyes realization sweeping through him.
"Really?" He asked, looking at your stomach and then back to you.
You nodded your head, "I'm eight weeks. Doctor confirmed it today."
A joyful yelp escaped Peter's lips as wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.
You couldn't help but laugh into the kiss. Sophie giggled at the sight.
"I love you," Peter whispered against your lips.
"I love you too," You responded back, breaking away to press a kiss against your daughter's forehead, "And I love you!"
"You're gonna be a big sister Sophie girl!" Peter exclaimed, bouncing Sophie against his hip.
Sophie giggled, "I know Daddy!"
"You know?!" Peter asked, feigning shock to elicit another giggle from her, "Well Daddy didn't know!"
"Had to wait until the shirt arrived," You confessed. Keeping this a secret had been hard. You hadn't told Sophie until today when the shirt arrived. After all, toddlers didn't really understand the meaning of secrets.
Peter put Sophie down, engulfing you in a proper hug this time.
"You happy?" You asked before pressing a kiss against his cheek.
"Overjoyed. We're about to have another little spider!"
You fought the urge to roll your eyes, "Please stop calling our children that." Peter flashed that boyish grin, the one that made you fall head over heels in love with him all those years ago.
"Sophie doesn't mind, do ya Soph?" Sophie laughed as she clung to Peter's leg.
"Nope!"
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psssss, Soph I can't stop thinking about pirate!James pls OMG, why did you do this to me WHY
it'd be so fun right???
I mean, obviously if I wrote it it would be a bit different than that one shot cause I was trying to tell a story very fast
But
the possibilities
like, I like the idea that James helps Sirius escape, because he never wanted to be king, and so he sneaks him off incognito on one of his buddy's ships masquerading as just another member of the crew, and no one knows he's the king they just think they're doing James a favour, and the buddy in question is James's good friend Remus who's like "god ok, i guess I will take care of this poor idiot who has no idea how to be at sea and make sure he doesn't drown or get himself thrown overboard or something"
And then while THAT'S happening you have Regulus who has suddenly been thrust onto the thrown and is like "fuuuucckkk" I'm not a king and he's convinced that his brother's very scandalous pirate friend knows where he is but James isn't saying shit and ends up kinda helping Regulus figure out how to be a king and also like, you know, they get all gooey for one another.
And in the end Sirius and Remus are pirates together and James and Regulus are ruling a kingdom together and it's like SO dumb obviously, like so silly. But there would be so much swashbuckling fun.
Idk
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