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sunohws · 4 months

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irresistible - choi soobin

pairing: top!biker!soobin x m!reader

synopsis: After receiving a phone call from the Hospital, you find out your ex-boyfriend had gotten into a minor accident. You also find out that is impossible to resist him.

genre: smut, minors dni.. please stay away. its kind of angsty idk

word count: 3.1k

a/n: made this while listening to maze in the mirror and happily ever after. my ears were busting from that eargasm. I was waiting for skipping stones to play but unfortunately it never came... also this is super SUPER long.

The workday was coming to an end. You found yourself fantasizing about your night. You in your cozy pajamas with some fried chicken and the new episode of his favorite tv show. A great way to end your work week. Your favorite way in fact.

You were just about done with your paperwork. Just ironing out the final details. So close to going home for the night. Your phone began to ring. It was an unknown number, so you ignored it. You continued the work until the same number rang again. You thought 'Maybe they have the wrong number and will figure it out soon.' However, the phone rang again.

You sigh in frustration and annoyance as you pick up your phone to answer this troublesome caller.

"Hello?" You says with a huff.

"Is this Kim... Y/N?" The voice on the phone speaks. You were just about to hang up. You aren't really interested in whatever program they want to sign you up on.

Regardless he continues the conversation, "Yes this is he. Who is this?" You ask.

"Hi I'm Yoon Dayoung. I'm from Asan Medical Care. You are the emergency contact for Choi Soobin."

"Soobin?! What happened!?" You panic. You shoot out of your chair in shock. Your heart racing at the sudden movement and the anticipation of the verdict.

"Mr. Choi was in a motorcycle accident. From what we can see, he is alright. He has some minor bruises and some wounds. His in the bed now being treated. We need someone to pick him up. He should be ready to be released in a few hours or so."

"O-ok! I'm on my way now!" You jolt out of your chair. Grabbing your jacket on the way out. You squeeze out a jumbled sentence to your manager about an emergency at the hospital on your way out.

While on the road, your adrenaline cooled, and anger raised. You began cursing out Soobin. You were angry for his recklessness. You were angry that you were still the emergency contact. But most of all you were angry that Soobin scared him. You thought you'd lost him. Just thinking that brought tears to your eyes. Yes, you'd been broken up for a few months now. But there was still love in your heart for the man.

When you made it to the hospital, you checked in with the same receptionist who had called prior. She told you where to find him. And off you went. Your mind had simmered when you saw Soobin.

He was laying in the hospital bed with a few bandages wrapped around his body. One around his right wrist. Another across his chest. A few band aids on his head and arms. You had analyzed every part of Soobin that was hurt.

When you walked all the way in Soobin was asleep, most likely due to the amount of medication they had given him. So, you sat down in a chair near him and waited for the raven-haired man to awaken.

A few hours had past, the sun set and the night cooled. Soobin decided to open his eyes.

"Y-Y/N?" His voiced crooked.

"Oh. You're up. That's good. I'll go get the doctor." You respond back.

"Wait-what are you doing here?"

"Apparently I'm still your emergency contact?" You say before he walks out the door. You left Soobin there to sit in embarrassment.

While he waits for You to return. He sits up with a groan and a curse. Soobin swivels his head around to get a look at the time.

9:45 it reads. He wonders how long he's been out for. All he remembers is going out for a ride around 4 or 5ish then another motorcycle swerving into his lane. After that, everything went black. He hopes the other racer is okay if they did get hurt.

His bones feel swore but nothing too crazy to slow him down. Soon enough You come back with the doctor. However, you don't stay, you leave. Soobin assumes you're going to sign him out and wait in the lounge.

After the checkup, the doctor writes Soobin's prescription to pick up and clear him to go home.

Soobin walks out into the lounge with his damage helmet in hand, reminding you why they are here in the first place.

"I can find a way home from here. Thanks for coming." Soobin tells you. He can't bother to look into your eyes due to the embarrassment.

"No need. I'm dropping you off home." You insist. And Soobin doesn't fight it. He follows you out into the parking lot. You both get in the car. Not another word announced.

The drive was awkward and silent. The air, tight and thick. Soobin contemplated making small talk. But you and him knew that y'all were past that. The drive continued for about a half hour before they got to Soobin's place.

"Thanks for the ride." Soobin said as he gathered his things and exited the car. You gave him a head nod and a pressed grin in response.

When Soobin was gone you let out a huge sigh. You felt like you'd been holding in this breath for what seemed like forever. Your car now smelt like Soobin. A smell you had missed. The faint smell of cologne. His cologne. As you were basking in the smell, a gentle knock on your car window snapped you back to his senses.

It was Soobin, with his same ivory grin. A sparkle in his eyes that only You knew what it meant.

"Yes?" You say as you rolled down your window. "Come inside for something to eat or a drink. It's the least I can do." Soobin implored.

"Nah. I'm okay. Go inside. Get some rest." You turned down his offer.

"Come on Y/N. I know you just got off of work. I know you're hungry. Who knows how long you've been waiting on me. Come inside." Soobin appealed. It was something about his tone or how well he knew you. His voice hooked you in and you couldn't say no anymore. Not that you put up much a fight anyway.

"Alright fine. I guess I am a bit hungry." You agreed. But you'd try to remind himself to remain composed. Don't let things get crazy. Just a meal. Just a meal. He repeats.

Before You knew it you had been swept up in Soobin's charms.

Soobin's place looks the same as it did a few months ago when You had last been there. Dark and masculine. Clean as well. You sat at the dining table for two near the kitchen.

"I have left overs from my mom. It's really good." Soobin says as he gets the food from the refrigerator.

"Oh great. I missed your mom's cooking." You recalled.

"You missed it?" Soobin teases, and you can hear the grin in his voice. He then heats up the food in the microwave.

"Well yeah! My mom is in Japan! Of course, I miss home cooked meals from a mother figure!" You corrected. Your head drops, eyes looking in your lap.

"Oh okay." Soobin taunted.

"It's the truth." You whined.

"I believe you. Now eat." Soobin hushed the blond. He placed the warmed food on the table. He went back to get utensils and such.

The two began to eat and talk. Picking up as if they never stopped talking. They laughed and recalled fond memories. Dinner was over and you began to clean up. It was like your body went into auto pilot mode. Just like before.

"Oh you still remember where the plates go." Soobin noticed.

"Shut up." You say as you continue to wash the dishes. Soobin had been making remarks like that all evening. He did it on purpose. It's a game to him you think to yourself.

"You know, I've missed you..." Soobin confesses. All of the sudden, the room gets thicker. And you can feel Soobin's eyes burning on your skin. His voice was raw.

You can't find anything to reply back with, so you continue with the dishes. Your heart began to quicken. Your mind wondered. You thought about you and Soobin's more intimate moments. The little touches, kisses, dates. All the things you love about Soobin. All the things you hated about the man.

Like a snake Soobin slivers his way back to you. He takes your hands to wrap around his waist. His body is warm against you. And you can feel yourself fall into the embrace.

"Soobin..." You let out a breathy plea. Soobin plants a soft kiss on the back of your neck which sent unwanted flurries through your now sensitive body.

"I miss you Y/N." Soobin confesses again. This time he twirls you around so that their faces are close in proximity. Your wet hands fall onto Soobin's white tank top. It had faint red stains, predictably Soobin's blood. You stared at the bandage going across the man's chest.

This was the very reason the two broke up in the first place. Soobin's motorcycle. You couldn't handle the stress of the motorcycle, especially after the major accident Soobin had a few months back. Early in their relationship. You worried every day since then. The stress became too much for you so you left.

Soobin can see the gears turning in the your eyes as you look at his scars. He sees the worry build in your eyes, so he takes your wrist to plant a soft kiss, before he runs your hand over the wound to let him know that he was okay.

You looked at him with so much softness, that Soobin could actually give up the motorcycle for good.

It was so easy for you to fall back into Soobin's old tactics. His old charm that wins you over even when he doesn't want to admit it. Staring into Soobin's eyes it's like nothing has changed. You want to go back but you just can't. Today just proved his point.

However, the longer you stay in Soobin's presents the more his will chips away. And Soobin knows this, so he grips harder onto your waist and he doesn't break his stare on you.

"Soobin." You repeat.

"Y/N, please." He testified.

"Look what happened today. Do you not understand how terrified I was when I got the call? Thank goodness it was a minor accident. But what happens if the next time it's not. Like before. What if you-" Your voice breaks off as your throat get clogged. Your eyes began to redden as tears began to form.

"Baby. You don't have to worry about that stuff. I'm standing right here, aren't I? You can't break me." Soobin cups your face.

"Can't you just give it up?" You respond.

"Y/N it's my passion."

"A dangerous one!" You shout. Tears prickled at his eyes threatening to fall.

"Baby." Soobin cautioned.

"Stop calling me that." You throw Soobin's hands off your face and walk away.

You don't make it far before Soobin grabs your wrist. He pulls you in. And without a word he kisses you. His lips swallow Yours. His lips are soft and welcoming. His grip on your neck deepens as he becomes more passionate. It had been multiple months since he felt your lips against his.

And you didn't break the kiss instead, you endured it. Taking hands to grab at Soobin's biceps. He would get turned on just by looking at his muscles. The pure strength on this man was crazy.

The kiss disregarded any discourse they had before. A new argument was being fought. But with their tongues. Soobin's hands traveled around your body. Making you feel just, how badly you were deprived of psychical touch. It had been so long since you were touched by a man. Your body yearned for more.

The kiss finally breaks but it's not for long, Soobin swirls your back into the counter in the moments that they parted. He goes straight for your neck. Soobin plants sloppy thick kisses down your neck. Making you grab onto the countertops for support. Enjoying every second of this.

Fuck the breakup. Fuck the motorcycle. Just fuck me. You thought.

Soobin dragged soft lips along your neck. Kissing, tugging, biting. Everything lips, teeth, and tongue could do to a person. Your moans vibrated on Soobin's lips and your body pulled him closer.

"My room?" Soobin says words hot on your skin.

"Your room." you reply. There was not a moment for you to turn back, even if you wanted because Soobin dragged you across the house to his dark bedroom. Throwing you on the bed quickly. Your bodies connected instantly, Soobin taking his needy hands to trail vigorously upon your body. Grabbing anything in its path.

Soobin goes back in for a kiss. He's messy and sloppy as his tongue explores corners of your mouth. Your tongue is also grazing every inch of Soobin's mouth. With such passion it would be impossible to separate you two. They stopped every so often for air.

"W-wait." You try to catch your breath.

"What's wrong?"

"We should stop. You're injured." You sit up, he rearranges his clothing. Wiping his lips off as well.

All Soobin can do is laugh.

"What's funny?!" You look serious but Soobin laughs harder. "Hey!" You repeat.

The laugh stopped as if a switch was turned. Soobin's eyes darken, and his dominance spewed over you, as he leans over. "Do you really think a few scratches is going to stop me?" His voice is low, so low that it sends waves to your core.

"Uh...?" you respond meekly.

"Exactly." Soobin grin. He waits no time ripping your shirt off. Planting his soft lips onto the bare skin. Continuing his work through the rest of your body. And you didn't protest anymore. You wonder why you even questioned Soobin. There are many nights and scenarios where he knows Soobin's true stamina. You can only hope there's mercy for you tonight.

As passion burns, clothing gets removed and fingers start entering new territories. Causing many yelps from you. Two fingers crossed and swirled inside of you. Warming you up for what's to come. Based on how tight you were, Soobin could just tell he wasn't with anyone after him. That pleased him in many ones than just one. Soobin thrusted deeply one last time before abruptly yanked his fingers out. Causing your back to arch under him. Spiting an inaudible curse. Soobin just smirked and gave you a quick hard kiss.

Impatiently Soobin took his cock and lined it up with your hole, then invited himself into you with no mercy. Moaning into the tightness. Tightness that griped him so well. You let out a deep moan, your eyes shut and you throw your head into the bed. Soobin finding his breath after the first thrust. The entering is always the best feeling. Anything after it is just trying to chase that same feeling. Soobin dragged his cock practically out of you before shoving it back in. To chase that same feeling. He was going to fuck you hard. Make you feel it in your soul, make you not want to ever leave again.

Soobin continued with a pattern he knew drove you crazy. Hearing his name come out of your mouth in dirty moans made this even better. This was makeup sex at its finest. A sick part of him wanted to keep breaking up with you so he could enjoy this type of sex more often. However, that was just a horny thought and he no real plans of letting you go. He was his and only his. You would have to go back to Japan for Soobin to leave him alone but then again that's not far enough.

You wanted to pass out due to the pleasure being too much. It overwhelmed him. He hasn't had sex since the last time Soobin touched him. You couldn't be bothered to entertain a new person after Soobin. You had just been getting by with TV and work.

You were almost angry with how sensitive you were. Your cock was hard. Really hard. His body betrayed him instantly. The slight touch from Soobin and the war was over. Soobin won.

Not to say you didn't miss Soobin, you really did. Your relationship didn't have many flaws, only the motorcycle issue. They got along just right and when they didn't, Soobin knew just how to make thing better.

Just like now, Soobin knew all the spots to hit to drive the man under him crazy. Slamming into you like the car that ran into him.

"I'm close!" You moaned.

"Fuck- me too." Soobin bit his lip as he picks up the speed. Everything suddenly got louder and faster. The moans, the strokes, and their hearts. Soobin pumped harder and you squished their bodies closer. With one finally deep thrust they both let out the longest cry with white filling their eyes. The climax roughly coursed through them. Leaving you twitching under Soobin and Soobin groaning.

You too were still as their bodies registered what just happened. The room was still. The air still hot but filled with heavy breaths.

"That was..." Soobin says finally.

"Wow." You finish the sentence. You look at each other and smile like love struck idiots. Like routine, Soobin springs into action with aftercare.

"No, I'll do it this time. You're injured remember?" You stop him.

"I'm fine. Let me-" Soobin tries to protest.

"Sit." You demand and Soobin abides. He watches as You goes to the bathroom to get warm rags to clean up. He admired his work, the redness on the back side of You from his insane thrusts to the purplish-red love marks all over the man. You can feel Soobin watching you, so you blush a bit.

You continue cleaning you both. You grab one of Soobin's shirts to wear to bed and a pair of shorts for Soobin. When all is done you lay in bed with Soobin.

"Phew. That was a lot. I'm tired." You say as you snuggle closer to Soobin.

"I could've done it."

"But I did."

"I know and you did a great job." Soobin kisses the top of your head.

"Soobin...I missed you too." You finally say back. you kiss Soobin's neck.

"Round two?" Soobin says with that look in his eyes. It was supposed to be sweet!

"NO! I just cleaned us up! Go to bed." You turn the other way.

"I'll do it this time." Soobin grabs on to you, dragging his hands all over your body. He kisses your neck and whispers tempting things. You giggle and fight back. You knew you were going to lose but it was worth a shot.

For a man who just was in the hospital he had a lot of energy. In the end, He ended up cleaning you up after many, many rounds.

YALL THIS STAR DIVIDER IS SO CUTE IM IN LOVW WITH IT.. USNG IT FOR EVERYTHING ATP. also isnt my new pfp cute :33

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inamagicalhallucination · 2 months

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okay like i said earlier, here's my favorite parts from my fic kldfjakldsfj (the one i posted a week (?) ago) that had me giggling as i wrote them so now i have to share them specifically or i'll die

its a lot tho lmao so scroll away if u must

starting of strong

(i am 100% gonna try to write a fic that's just this part)

"He briefly considered Higuchi, who wasn’t up there with Gin and the Jinko, but higher than say: Tachihara. But she was rather strange.

She was always all red and squealy; she had gotten an interest in boss-secretary romances for a while now, and no matter how many subtle hints he sent that that was an awful thought, she did not get it. Either way, he made the resolve to keep her away from Mori, as best as he could. It wasn’t hard, of course, since the chain of command meant that she usually reported to him or Chuuya-san, whom Ryuunosuke, himself, reported to. Either way, it was clear her sense of romance was distorted." "

"So he did what any sensible man would do. He hoarded his room with non-perishable snacks and drinks. Then he locked himself in. Unfortunately, Gin, the traitor, had called Chuuya and Chuuya had physically forced Ryuunosuke’s door open – by breaking it. And then he had dragged Ryuunosuke from where he hid under his bed when he first heard Chuuya’s voice. He dragged him kicking and screaming, dodging all of Rashomon’s attempts at freeing her human from Chuuya’s grip."

"“Cr-” Chuuya choked out, “crushes? What crushes? I don’t have crushes! In fact, I have a not crush!”

“Chuuya-san,” Ryuunosuke replied, concerned, “do you hear yourself when you speak?”"

(10 bucks and i write kunichuuzai whilst sskk drama is going on)

"He just had to figure out what to bribe Ranpo with. Ryuunosuke did not think the shipment of cocaine he had just dealt with during a mission would suffice. This was unfortunate as it was something Ryuunosuke already had in hand."

“Okay, sure. I'm only here because Atsushi likes you or whatever.”

Ryuunosuke’s heart started acting up and he made a mental note to bring it up during his next doctor's appointment.

“I don’t like you,” Tanizaki continued, aiming Ryuunosuke with a glare. Perhaps it would have affected Ryuunosuke, but he was still concerned about his new heart problems. Knowing he could be dying from a lung disease was bad enough, now heart problems?"

" The Jinko was wearing his usual stupid cat-boy business attire but Ryuunosuke decided to not comment on it."

"Ryuunosuke closed his eyes and for a second pretended that the warmth of Atsushi’s presence was something he could deserve.

When he opened them, he knew he did not. " (i sent this to like 3 different ppl after writing it)

all of atsushi's dialogue about feeling like an idiot for thinking he could be loved

"“ I will only love you too much!” Ryuunosuke shouted, startling Atsushi. “I will love you, I will take and take and take every single speck of you in my selfishness and I will never be able to give you anything that can even dare to stand next to that. In my heart, body, and soul, I will hold you and no matter how much you want to be let go off, I will not be able to. Atsushi you have to know, the only thing I am good for is taking. I take and take, and I will take and take until there is nothing left of you, can you not understand?”"

"“You misunderstand me,” Ryuunosuke said, trying to force the words out. It was better this way. “I ignored you on purpose.” "

"For the record though, most people have feelings.”

“I do not believe you.”

"“Akutagawa Ryuunosuke,” Atsushi’s voice was hard, “please refrain from thinking of me as a thing.”"

*copies and pastes all the dialogue from their (unnecessary) fight*

#shin soukoku #sskk

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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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OKAY WAIT

late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉

thank you harry styles <3

I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea

UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT

She’s got a book for every situation

Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader

Summary: this ask

Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??

Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.

“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.

“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”

“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.

“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.

“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”

“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.

“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.

“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.

“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.

You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.

“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.

“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.

“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”

“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.

“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.

“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.

“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”

“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”

“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.

“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”

“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”

“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”

“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.

“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”

“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”

“How do you know?”

“Because nobody’s publishing me.”

“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”

“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”

“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.

“Do what?” You ask.

“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.

“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”

“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.

“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.

“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.

“You won’t fail.”

“But what if I do?”

“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”

“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”

“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”

“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.

“One thing at a time, lover boy.”

Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.

“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”

“Oh, yeah? What was that?”

“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.

“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.

“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.

Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.

#college!joel au #college!joel #Joel Miller au #the last of us au #the last of us fluff #joel miller fluff #tlou fluff #joel miller x reader #joel miller one shot #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller drabble

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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"Kaufman Shoes" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Steve and Lori run into Y/N once again, Lori is determined to make Steve ask Y/N out on a date.

Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,404

Content Warning: mentions of food, honestly i think that might be it? but as i always say, let me know if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff

Extra Notes: i know that light up sneakers aren't historically accurate but this is my world and i make the rules

Based On: a conversation me and @dungeons-are-too-cold had lol

Originally Written: 10/14/2022

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"Daddy, are we almost there yet?" Lori asked for probably the twentieth time before taking a sip of her apple juice.

"Almost, bub," Steve answered, reaching over to give her a reassuring caress of the cheek.

Steve was almost regretting his decision to bring his daughter along on his shopping trip. Though he made sure to pack her favorite Scooby-Doo plush and multiple Barbie dolls, he knew she'd get impatient after a while, and that was a breeding ground for a tantrum, which no one wants to be a part of.

But Saturdays were Lori days. One of his two days off, Saturdays were set aside to spend time with his daughter. Normally, it would be spent playing Barbies in her Townhouse (courtesy of Dustin, who'd begged Steve to let him buy it for her birthday) or taking her to the Hawk to see whatever movie she'd been begging to watch.

However, when Steve got the news that Family Video was hiring a second manager, he leaped at the opportunity. He didn't see any reason not to—similar hours, extra pay, and it came with health insurance. Unfortunately, this meant spending his Saturday looking for a suit and dress shoes for his interview.

Luckily, Steve was able to bribe his daughter with a Happy Meal afterward if she promised to be on her best behavior. Of course she'd promised she would, but Steve secretly had his doubts.

Soon enough, they'd finished the half-hour drive into Lafayette, Steve parking as close to the building as possible so as to not wear Lori's legs out any more than he had to.

"Up," she requested as he helped her out of her car seat, her little hands doing a grabbing motion to signal what she wanted.

Steve sighed, regretting his decision to teach her what the word "up" meant. "OK, but just until we get in the store. Daddy's gonna need his arms to try on some clothes."

"OK," she hummed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he lifted her.

Steve closed the car door with a slight slam! before walking into Kaufman Shoes, apprehension weighing heavy on his shoulders as soon as he walked in the front door.

"Welcome to Kaufman's- hey, it's you!"

He immediately laid his eyes on Y/N, who somehow managed to look even prettier than she had in Family Video.

"Hey," he smiled, trying to hide the fact that he was nearly blushing at the mere sight of her.

"And you!" she grinned, walking around the counter to greet Lori. "I love those shoes. Too bad we don't sell anything near as chic as those."

Lori giggled as she showed off her favorite sneakers. "They light up when I stomp!"

Y/N let out an excited gasp. "Can you show me?"

Lori nodded before swiveling her head to face Steve again. "Down, please."

He chuckled as he placed the girl on the ground. "Be gentle though. Don't want you making too much noise, OK?"

Lori let out a nod before stomping hard on the beige carpet. She giggled as butterflies on the ends of her shoes lit up neon pink. "See?"

Y/N bent down, her face lighting up almost as much as the shoes on Lori's feet. "Woah! Those are so cool! Can I borrow them sometime?"

Lori's lips scrunched together as she thought about her answer. "Well, I'm not sure they'll fit, but if you can squeeze into them, sure."

Steve chuckled at his daughter's politeness, leaning down to leave a kiss on her hairline. "That's very sweet of you, Lori-girl."

Y/N's hands clasped together, turning her attention back to her actual job. "So, what can I help you with, Steve?"

Steve exhaled, nervously wiping his palms on his jeans. "I'm on the hunt for a suit and some nice shoes."

Y/N nodded understandingly. "Mhm. Any particular style?"

He let out an awkward and embarrassed huff. "I'm gonna be honest, I haven't gone shopping for a suit since my high school graduation three years ago," he admitted, a bashful blush creeping into his cheeks.

She gave him a sympathetic smile, leading him toward the back of the store. "I think I know just the place to start."

Steve found himself popping in and out of the dressing room, modeling various suits, looking to Y/N and Lori for approval. For what felt like hours (but in reality was only about forty-five minutes), he tried on suit after suit, hoping something would check all the boxes on his mental checklist.

"OK, how about this one?" he asked, making his way out of the dressing room in a basil green suit, the tailored pants accentuating the length of his legs perfectly.

Lori stood from her spot on the floor, grip tight around her Barbie doll. She walked up to Steve, her head swiveling up and down to look him over. "Hmm, do you think it'll match the tie I picked out for you?" she asked.

Steve's expression softened as he looked down at the girl. "You picked out a tie for me?"

"Mhm," she answered, motioning over to Y/N, who was holding onto the tie for Lori.

Y/N held up the tie, showing off its blue and green paisley print. "Didn't she do such a good job?" she asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

The print was less than attractive to Steve, but he could never say no to those rosy cheeks and silky pigtails. "I think it'll match perfectly," he said with a nod.

Another twenty minutes later, Steve had finally found a pair of shoes that complemented the suit he'd decided on.

The three made their way to the checkout counter, Lori's legs wrapped tight around Steve as she sat on his hip. "Pssst," she whispered in his ear, sitting her chin lightly on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he chuckled as he placed his items on the counter.

"You should ask her on a date," she said softly.

Steve's cheeks heated up even hotter than they had the first time he'd met the woman standing across from him. "Lorraine, what has gotten into you?"

"Well, what else would you need a suit for?" she shrugged, this time speaking at normal volume. "Don't people usually wear suits on dates?"

Y/N giggled as she finally understood the topic of their conversation. "I agree, Lori. It's a very nice suit to wear on a date," she added. "What's the occasion anyway, Steve?"

"A job interview," he answered proudly. "Not many dates on my agenda."

Y/N zipped up the garment bag before carrying it around the checkout counter. "But you aren't completely opposed to the idea of adding a date to your agenda?" she smirked, holding out the bag.

Steve nearly shivered as his fingertips brushed against hers. "I suppose not."

"Well, I think any woman would find you as attractive as I do when you're wearing that suit," she blushed.

Steve stumbled over his words as he attempted to find something to play along with her idea. "W-would you? Maybe wanna go on a d-date or something?"

"Hmmm," she said, thinking over her answer. "Will you be wearing something as handsome as your new suit?"

His cheeks flushed even more red than they already were. "If you wanted me to."

"Then it's a date," she nodded. "If you want it to be."

"I-I'd love that," he stammered. "When are you free?"

"Saturday nights after work usually work for me, if that's good with you. I understand if you have prior commitments."

Steve turned his head to face Lori, who was now sporting a proud smile. "What do you think, Lori-girl? Would next Saturday be OK with you? Would you wanna spend next Saturday with Maxi? I know we usually spend Saturdays together but would you be OK with that?"

Lori nodded, proud of herself for her successful session of matchmaking.

"How does 7:00 sound? Maybe we could meet up at that new Italian restaurant that just opened up in Hawkins? If that isn't too far out of your way," Steve fretted.

A smile once again made its way to Y/N's mouth. "Sounds perfect."

And with that, Steve and Lori made their way to the BMW, Steve mentally preparing himself for his first date since Lori had been born… and Lori planning through all the ideas she had to make Steve and Y/N's date the most memorable date they'd ever been on.

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airplanned · 1 year

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I’d like to see an epilogue to proposition. Link nagging Zelda about her health while she’s pregnant and being generally protective (and totally completely professional… probably) and then him getting to meet his child in secret would be cute. Any chance of that happening?

So, no, I'm not going to write that specifically.

...Instead I wrote something else.

Have an epilogue!

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They had found that the best way to keep Baby Zelda (or, excuse him, Princess Zelda, because, as she insisted: "Not a baby!") from crying for two weeks while her mother was away on a diplomatic trip was to send Princess Zelda on her own, very important diplomatic trip. To...uh...Ordon. Where she needed to...umm...show the people there how sweet and well-behaved a princess she was.

So escorted only by the Captain of Her Majesty's Royal Guard, she would spend two weeks in Ordon, improving their diplomatic relations with the village.

The castle staff appreciated this. The Royal Guard appreciated that they could take some well earned time off, because all the royals were gone.

The Queen also appreciated this plan, because it would be good for the princess to experience life outside the castle. The princess loved this plan, because she got a full fortnight of undivided attention from her second favorite person.

Link was pretty fond of this plan too. He got to sing Baby Zelda to sleep with songs sung to him when he was little. He got to wrestle her hair into a messy braid twice every morning and once again in the afternoon while she laughed at the determined look on his face.

When they reached home again after two weeks away, she managed to stay put in the saddle in front of him all the way through town, but once she caught sight of her mother, waiting for her on the front steps, she shrieked, "Mama!" and attempted to throw herself off the horse.

Link was a professional, and was used to the princess' ways, and grabbed her easily around the waist until one of the valets was ready to take her, at which point she swung fro their arms to the ground and ran. A smile burst across the queen's face, and she crouched down with her arms spread wide to catch her.

The queen closed her eyes as they hugged, and Link had to hold back the spike of fondness at seeing the two of them together by giving instructions to the stable hands and valets that have appeared. He could still smell Baby Zelda's scent of cinnamon and allspice from all the cookies she snuck on the trip, trying to stifle giggles that she could be so sneaky that Link didn't notice her.

He wasn't sure how much longer that game was going to last.

The queen stands, shifting the princess to her hip, and Link follows after them as they head into the castle.

The princess is already telling every single thing that happened to her as fast as she possibly can. "Colin got a dog! It's brown! She's a good girl and likes sticks. And I pet a goat! They like to be pet. Goats smell really bad! And they all wanted pets and one chewed on my dress and one chewed on my hair! And we splashed in the water, and when it got dark, there were fireflies everywhere, and Captain caught some for me in a jar, but we had to let them go because jars make fireflies sick if they stay in them for too long. And Ilia has a baby and it's tiny! He held my finger. And we went fishing. I didn't catch anything, but Captain says that no one catches anything when they go fishing, and I did a good job. And Colin and Grandpa made a cake with me, and it was lemon!"

The queen shoot a quiet look over her shoulder. "Grandpa."

Link closed the distance between them by a couple paces to explain. "Rusl's hair went gray, and now everyone calls him Grandpa."

Both of these facts were true, and Rusl was desperately aggrieved by both of them, but Link left out the part where Rusl's unfortunate new hair color and his unfortunate new nickname are not related to each other at all.

Everyone started calling him Grandpa, because the princess started calling him Grandpa. He's not entirely sure why the princess started calling him Grandpa.

He's not going to tell the queen the details.

(For some reason Uli is still Ooli, which serves Link's purposes just fine and also won't get him murdered by Uli.)

"Captain says the forest is full of monkeys!"

"It is," the queen agreed. "Did you see any of them?"

"No!" The princess kept talking as they walk to the queen's office, and then talked for another twenty minutes until the long trip and the comfort of home caught up with her and she passed out asleep in her mother's lap.

He found himself leaning against the desk, giving them a fond look. His girls. He could only call them that in his head and late at night in the dark with Zelda's fingers threaded through his as she used his shoulder as a pillow.

He was going to have to get a grip in a few minutes. He couldn't be looking at them like this now that they were back in the castle.

A few more minutes wouldn't hurt though.

Quietly, the queen asked, "How was it?"

"It was good," he said. "No injuries."

She breathed a soft laugh and pressed her lips to the top of her daughter's hair, closing her eyes, breathing her in.

There was something so melancholy in the gesture that Link frowned, his thoughts suddenly alert.

"What about your trip?"

"Fine," she said. "It was fine."

"Then what's wrong?"

She opened her eyes to look at him, and her pale smile made his chest seize with fear. It made him want to circle the desk and take her face in his hands.

"I think our luck's run out."

He stiffened, his voice hard as he asked, "Who knows."

She shook her head a fraction and took a deep breath before looking him in the eye again. With a crooked smile he'd never seen before, she said, "I'm pregnant."

He stared at her.

Then dropped into the seat across from her. "Shit."

"Indeed."

"Are you sure?"

She gave him an unamused look.

He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Oh, they were in so much trouble. And not just him and Zelda, but Baby Zelda too. No one was going to believe a second divine gift of a baby when there was already an heir to the throne. If people did buy that, they would think the Goddesses were implying something about Baby Zelda. Her imminent death or the wisdom of her eventual rule. It would imply that the Goddesses had made a mistake, or at least that they hadn't granted Zelda a child for any desperately important reason.

No, no one was going to buy it a second time. And then they'd notice that the princess was starting to favor her left hand. They'd see the low set of her eyebrows. They'd start whispering about how much time the captain spent with the queen.

And they'd just gone on a damned family vacation.

He took a deep breath. Zelda had her cheek pressed to her daughter's head, watching him carefully.

"What would you want to do?" he asked.

"If we weren't trapped in a web of lies of our own making?"

He nodded, and her eyes turned distant. From the slow loosening of her shoulders, it seemed that maybe this was the first time she'd let herself think about it. Then her face softened, a smile twitching at her lips.

Something lit in Link's chest. That was his family, and he was not going to let anything happen to them.

The start of an idea itched at his brain. It started to roll around.

"How would you feel about digging our hole deeper?"

Her eyebrows rose.

Okay. He might have been about to give his daughter even more delusions of grandeur than she already had, but he was pretty sure this would work.

***

It took a full week to gently lay the seeds and make the princess think it was her idea. (You know, if you really wanted something, like Colin's puppy, you'd have to go in front of the queen and ask at court.) He actually wasn't sure if she was going to do his plan, or if she was going to do something off the wall weird. Or ask for a puppy. It wasn't like he could go over what to say with her. They couldn't exactly practice.

So when she appeared before the court, escorted by one of her nannies and dressed in her her full little regalia, all he could do was clench his fist and pray.

Everyone, the queen included, found the princess' appearance at court charming. She'd never really made a grand appearance before, except to rush in, hug her mother, whisper that she'd sen a duck, and then run out again. But now the princess walked toward her mother's throne, stopped at the appropriate place, and dropped into the most adorable curtsey anyone had ever seen.

The queen looked something between delighted and terrified (because she had met her daughter), but it looked like the delight was winning out.

"That was very well done, my darling. What brings you to court today?"

The princess beamed. "I want to ask for something. Your Majesty." She curtsied again.

In mock seriousness with amusement in her eyes, the queen asked, "You may ask, Your Highness."

"I want a baby brother or sister."

The court tittered.

Zelda froze.

Link kept his face absolutely still, because fuck yeah, it worked! That was his girl!

The queen's eyes slid briefly to his, and something about the way he was holding himself must have given him away, because her eyes slid away again.

"My darling, I'm sorry, but I cannot--"

And then she started to glow, the feigned look of surprise on her face really selling it, as the court erupted into murmurs and gasps.

And maybe Link's face slipped a little bit, because he was goddess damned delighted.

#Zelda #my fic #proposition AU

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merakiui · 8 months

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Hooooooooly crap your latest Azul fic is probably the most intense, jaw-dropping roller coaster ride I've ever been on. Like oh my gosh, starting it off with such a suspenseful scene was such a good way of getting the reader's attention- not to mention the spiral as to how it even gets to that point. The in-betweens were so fucking good!

Absolutely obsessed with the way you describe the scenery and the inner turmoil, like it's so poetic and just creates such a delicious imagery!! The fluffiness in the first vow was soooo tooth rottingly sweet- Like holy crap got me giggling and kicking my feet over here. I absolutely adore the way you wrote the mc, especially with how well she was at handling Azul's negativity and self-deprecation at the start. Just the way you're able to make the reader's feel the same way as the mc- I was SEETHING. The amount of times I got so frustrated with Azul- Especially with how he tried to get her to stop working, like dawg, she's doin' it cause she likes it, JUST LET HER HAVE THIS ONE THING

I was so glad when mc called it off when she did, cause ain't no way Azul was talking about some "You don't care for me as much if I'm healthy" LIKE WTF ARE YOU SAYING?? LITERALLY RIPPING MY PILLOW TO SHREDS RN

Aaaaaaa and oh my gosh the way mc just snaps- just says 'fuck it' and just lets everything out was so satisfying yet also so scary cause like- bro's definitely not gonna just accept that. Holy crap the bits of dialogue as he realizes mc was leaving- I can't. I'm not okay. Like the build up?? Like we know what's about to happen, but the way we see his perspective as it's about it happen- My mouth is agape. Eyes bulging out of skull- THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD SCENE!! Actual chills

Ending it on the hospital scene as his mentality just reverts back to how things were before her- Ugh... I can't- I can't function anymore. I have never been gagged so much by fanfic- like the life has been sucked out of me in the best way possible

Definitely will be re-reading, there's no way I could be fine with reading it only once

Such a satisfying conclusion too- like oh my gosh <3

OMG OMG THANK YOU!!!!! THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA (≧◡≦) ♡

I wanted it to feel like a fic that suffocates you with sadness and emptiness while you're reading it, so opening with the aftermath of the murder felt appropriate! It sets such a haunting mood because you don't quite know why Azul did this or what happened for things to turn out this way (until you read the end of the fic), which only makes it more unsettling the further you read.

:D I'm so happy you enjoyed many aspects of the fic, especially the short-lived fluff in the beginning! I think that was my favorite part to write out of everything (although the hospital scene is a close second). Azul and Reader were so genuinely cute together in that scene. T_T if only it could be like that always...

And I'm especially happy you liked the way I wrote the reader's character here!!!! I wanted her to be more in tune with emotions than Azul is because it felt like a nice contrast to the very out-of-control, emotional Azul. She's honestly such a sweetheart who is just trying her best to be genuinely kind and loving despite the situation. Azul is so frustrating here, so the fact that Reader could remain patient and gentle throughout six entire years of their marriage... It felt satisfying to write her finally snapping at him, so I'm glad that was a scene you could enjoy! I liked switching perspectives partway through as the focus strays from the subject of Reader and her bringing up the divorce to Azul's disturbing behaviors as he begins to lose himself to his fears and insecurities. And then he just shuts off and tragedy ensues. >_< it's heartbreaking and scary and so many other unfortunate things!!!

And the hospital scene oooooo yes yes!!!!! Azul's psychology in this fic is so fascinating to me. He really did mean it when he said the reader was his world, so with her no longer in it his entire existence undergoes this drastic shift and suddenly he's not whole. He's lost a vital part of himself, the part that felt loved and appreciated, and so now he's back to floating through life with this lonesome emptiness and self-hatred. Now the world is small and devoid of color. Now it's just monochrome and cold.

Aaaaaaaa I loved writing him in this state of slow, uncertain delirium and the way he panics when the nurses won't answer his questions. I also greatly enjoyed writing him using the phrase "my wife" over and over because Reader is no longer just her own person to him. She's Azul's. His wife. And then there's also the symbolism in Azul killing Reader and knowing that no one else will have her ever again and that, because he got to take her life for himself, it will be no one else's. It's not even Reader's anymore.

Forgive my ramblings!!! I'm just very happy to know you liked the fic and that you will be reading it again!!!!! Thank you so much!!!!!! 💖

#sweet messages #shmoopyldoopy

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catofadifferentcolor · 7 months

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Terrible Fic Idea #67: Game of Thrones, but double the irony

My absolute favorite thing in media is when you're presented with a truth at the beginning of the work and, somewhere near the end, the creeping irony of the situation catches up and grabs hold of you until you can no longer breathe. The Boy-Who-Lived must die sort of thing. So naturally I had the thought: how can I add another layer of dramatic irony to Game of Thrones?

Or: What if Rhaegar's bastard daughter and Robert Baratheon's bastard son fell in love?

Aka: The Queen of Nightingales Fic

Just imagine it:

Lyanna Stark dies giving birth to a daughter who takes after her in nearly every respect but the eyes, which are so dark a purple as to be almost black. She bleeds out before she can even name the child, and so her brother names the babe Jenny Snow.

Jenny's childhood follows closely to canon. She is, perhaps a little more tolerated by Lady Catelyn for being less of a direct threat to Robb's inheritance, but otherwise her bastardy allows her to get away with things a lady never could. She learns swordplay along with the needle, but her greatest talent is her voice, which is said to be so lovely even nightingales would pause to listen to her song.

When King Robert comes to visit, Jenny doesn't need to be told to hide away. Unfortunately, her voice carries and she's soon brought before the royal couple to entertain them.

Robert, being Robert, cares less about her singing than the fact she looks like his lost love reborn, but has just enough morals not to force himself on his best friend's daughter. Instead he orders Ned to bring her south and spends the remainder of his life failing to seduce her.

This naturally earns Jenny few friends at court, save for those who value music above all things - who call her Lady Nightingale.

Canon continues apace, with Ned losing his head with both Arya and Jenny in the audience. They're separated in the chaos, with Jenny being taken north by the Night's Watch in the guise a boy and Arya stowing away aboard a ship bound for Braavos.

On the long, circuitous journey, Jenny becomes fast friends with another Night's Watch recruit, Gendry Waters, who eventually learns her secret.

Realizing that continuing to try to head north is only going to get them killed, they run away together. Gendry finds work as blacksmith near Saltpans. Jenny gets work at the local inn. Though they say nothing to the effect, many of the townsfolk believe they eloped together after their parents refused them permission to wed. They don't intend to pose as a married couple either, but fall together on the journey in a soft, destined sort of way that has maidens cooing for the greater part of the next millennium.

The war, however, goes badly. Stannis doesn't resort to using magic to kill his brother, so there are five armies tearing apart Westeros and borders shift daily. Two years into their stay at Saltpans - just a handful of months after Jenny has given birth to her first son, - Renly gains control of the area. Jenny is once again dragged off to entertain a king, but insists that her family be brought along.

A few months later Renly dies of dysentery, putting the Tyrells in a bad spot. Things have gone on too long for them to easily go back on their position that 1) Joffrey is a bastard born of incest, 2) Stannis is a madman and heretic, and 3) Robb and Balon are treasonous upstarts. They can make the claim Margery is still a virgin, but after 2+ years most are going to think they're trying to cover up infertility if they play that card, and she's the only card they have left to play.

Except: All anyone has to do is take one look at Gendry and see a young Robert Baratheon. And all anyone has to do is take one look at his wife and see a Stark - and if they paint a pretty enough picture they can claim her voice came from Rhaegar, making her the rightful Targaryen heir. They're young, untrained bastards. They'll make perfect puppets and allow the Tyrells to rule in all but name.

It's an audacious plan - but it works, if not precisely as the Tyrells plan. Yes, Gendry would rather be in the forge, but Jenny was raised a duty-loving Stark. And while their heir ends up marrying a Tyrell, the Tyrells never gain quite the power the Lannisters once had.

The War of Five Kings ends with the remnants of Renly's forces joining Robb's army and deserters and Joffrey's. They take King's Landing, install their new rulers, and have just long enough to bring in one good harvest before The Others descend. The war takes many good men Westeros can't afford to lose, but ends after Jenny makes peace with Stannis long enough to bolster their forces for one final battle - which, for Stannis, is Redemption Equals Death.

Jenny never quite buys that she's Rhaegar's daughter, thinking all the evidence that crops up through the years has been manufactured by the Tyrells, but there is little doubt Gendry is Robert's son. Jenny does most of the ruling under the name Jaehaera II while Gendry - Gaemon I - is as content to let her do the heavy lifting. It's far from perfect, but is wildly acknowledged to be the best rule the country as seen since Aegon the Unlikely.

Bonuses include: 1) The softest, gentlest, friends to lovers that can be imagined for Jenny and Gendry, with the soft, tentative friendship formed heading north as Night's Watch recruits turning into best friends turning into first crushes into first kisses into first loves. They should get each other in a way that makes it clear that even without romance they would be platonic soulmates, and are just short of disgustingly in love; 2) Tolkien levels of musical inclusion, to the point of being genuinely obnoxious; and 3) All of their children having the Baratheon look, save for the last - twins Daena and Rhaena, the first of which was born with pale lilac eyes and the latter with a bright golden streak down the middle of her black hair.

And that's all I have for this plot bunny. As always, feel free to adopt, just link back if you do anything with it.

More Terrible Fic Ideas

#plot bunny #fic idea #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #got #asoiaf #jon snow #jon snow is a targaryen #female jon snow #gendry waters #gendry baratheon #house baratheon #house stark #house targaryen #targaryen restoration

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imzadi-caskett-huddy · 3 months

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Hell Hath No Fury Chapter 3

Once again, I really cannot express how overwhelming the response to this very unplanned story has been. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. I really try to thank each person who reviews personally, but those of you who review as a guest or without an email account attached, I can’t thank…but I appreciate all of your reviews and the fact you took the time to read this story!

I know you all have been waiting for this chapter, but I needed to rewatch “Knockout” and “Rise” again before I felt I could do this chapter justice, because I didn’t want to mess something up. And I was close enough in my season 3 rewatch that I was almost there, so I didn’t want to skip ahead (also, sorry…I did watch the LA episode a couple of times…it’s one of my favorites, so it delayed me a little).

More than one person has expressed interest in seeing Castle’s dad help Beckett find the shooter…and I’m going to sit the record straight here. He will not be a part of this story. I’m sorry to those of you who really wanted to see that interaction, but I’m not doing it here. His father was not a part of the show this early on, and I’d like to keep it that way here. Plus the shooting took place because of Beckett’s mother’s case; she was the target. There wouldn’t have been a shooting if not for that, so I don’t see a reason to bring him into the story.

Now that I’ve had my morning therapeutic cry…thank you Stana for that…I know you guys are all waiting for Castle and Beckett to see each other. I really hope it lives up to your expectations. So here we go…and I still don’t own Castle…or the characters…unfortunately.

xxxxx

Beckett had been in a hurry to get to the hospital to see him, but now that she was there, walking through the doors that led to the ICU, her pace had slowed; she suddenly realized she didn’t know what she was even going to say. She knew she would have to say something…staring was creepy. But what was she supposed to say to the man who saved her life, who had taken the bullet meant for her? She paused outside his door for one more moment before putting her hands in the pockets of her black leather jacket, effectively tugging it tighter around her.

Stepping inside the room silently, she offered him a smile. “Hey,” was the only word that she was able to get out right then. Seeing him alive, awake sent a small wave of relief through her. For the first time since the shooting she began to believe that maybe he really would be okay.

“Hey,” he replied, still offering her a small smile despite his discomfort.

Martha looked between the two and noticed the tension. She stood then, nudging Alexis gently. “Come on, Alexis. Why don’t we go home and get some real dinner and a hot shower?” she suggested to the girl.

“But I want to stay!” Alexis tried to protest.

“Nonsense. Your father is awake and doing well now. We both need to clean up, and I am not ashamed to say that my days of being able to sleep in contorted positions in chairs are far behind me,” Martha replied.

“Grams is right, Alexis. Go home and rest up. I’ll be fine, and you can come back tomorrow after school,” Castle told his daughter, his voice sounding tired, weak, more hollow than his normal excited exuberance.

“Fine. But you better do what the doctors tell you,” Alexis warned her father.

“Scout’s honor,” he offered his daughter the best smile he could muster.

Alexis simply rolled her eyes. “You were never a scout.”

Beckett couldn’t help but crack a smile at that, looking down at her feet as she remembered their first case together when he’d tried the same line on her, and she’d bought it. “Don’t worry, Alexis. I’ll make sure your dad follows doctor’s orders,” she offered the girl a smile.

Alexis seemed to accept that. She did know the detective cared about her father very much and was more than capable of keeping him in line.

“There, now you see? It’s settled. Richard, I expect you to be a good patient. We’ll come back and see you tomorrow,” she told her son, giving his cheek a soft kiss. “Katherine, he’s all yours. Good luck,” she said simply, knowing her son was not the best patient.

“Night Dad,” Alexis kissed her father’s cheek as well. She started to go out of the room, but turned back to Beckett. “Call if he’s not listening.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I won’t have a problem,” Beckett replied to the girl. Once the door had closed behind both redheads, she turned back to Castle and really studied him. He was pale, obviously in discomfort; the way his voice had sounded when he spoke was not like she was used to hearing from him at all. She couldn’t help the fresh waves of guilt that washed over her. She had so many things to say to him…so many things that they needed to talk about…but she wasn’t sure what to say to him; and it seemed like for once, he wasn’t sure what to say to her either.

“How are you doing?” Beckett finally asked him softly. She figured that was a relatively safe topic.

Castle shrugged slightly, wincing at the motion. “The doctor said he still wants to monitor me for some things in the next 24 hours. But as long as I don’t set off any alarms, they should move

me down to a regular room tomorrow afternoon,” he answered, studying her every bit as much as she’d been studying him, trying to gauge what she was feeling, what she was thinking. They’d had the huge fight where she’d said they were over, but then Montgomery had sacrificed himself for her, then with the funeral and the shooting, they hadn’t had a chance to talk at all.

Nodding, she was silent again for a moment before taking a step closer to his beside. Her fingers wanted to take his hand, but her brain stopped them. “Thank you…for saving my life,” she murmured softly, meeting his eyes for the first time since she’d entered the room and doing her best to mask her emotions from showing in her own.

“That’s what partners do, right?” he replied. He did shift his hand to take hers then, the pain medicine he was on making him a little braver than normal. He figured she wouldn’t pull away from the touch anyway; she had taken his hand before in moments of comfort.

“Is that what we are? Partners?” she softly repeated the words from their earlier argument. “Just try not to make a habit out of getting shot, ok?” she tried to joke…deflect and lighten the mood the way he effortlessly did so often, but it fell flat on her lips. Why was she so bad at this; why was this so hard? She was a very articulate woman, so why couldn’t she just communicate how she was feeling?

He gently squeezed her hand, sensing she had more to say and hoping that if he waited her out a little, she might continue. He was slightly rewarded for his patience when she stuck out her foot and hooked it around the chair leg to scoot it closer to the bed so that she could sit next to him without having to release his hand. That was positive at least.

She looked at their joined hands for a moment, trying to find the words to say. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Castle…” she started, pausing then and swallowing hard. She needed to get through this; she felt like after everything that had happened between them, everything that had been spoken…and unspoken… between them, she owed him at least this much. “I was so worried…if you hadn’t made it…” she tried again, feeling a few tears stinging her eyes and she did her best to blink them away.

“Kate…” he interrupted her softly. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

She looked at him then, no longer able to hide the emotions in her eyes. “I watched you die in that ambulance, Rick. And for a minute, my heart stopped too,” she admitted, her voice laced with emotion that she usually held back.

He wasn’t sure what to make of her confession, and wondered for a moment if the medication floating through his system was making him read more into it than what she might really be trying to tell him.

“It was like that night my mother was murdered all over again, only worse…because that bullet was meant for me.”

He realized then maybe it really was the medication after all, because what she was saying right now seemed to be coming more from a place of guilt than what he had hoped had been her feelings for him.

She got quiet then, bringing her free hand up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. “Why the hell would you think you should take a bullet for me?”

He wasn’t sure how to answer that question; well, he knew the answer, but he wasn’t sure how receptive she’d be to it. “To be fair, I was only trying to save you, not actually take the bullet for you…” he tried to lighten the mood a little.

“I’m serious, Rick.”

There she was using his first name again. “Because…” he started, swallowing hard then. “Because you’re my partner. I’m supposed to have your back,” he chickened out of telling her the real reason. This wasn’t the place for that conversation. Besides, she had a boyfriend, he reminded himself. Not that he particularly cared about Josh or his feelings, but he knew she wasn’t a cheater, and he wouldn’t intentionally put her in that position.

She remained silent for a moment then, looking back to their hands. Apparently he was no more ready to jump than she was. Maybe that was a good thing; maybe they both needed to get through this whole situation before they could jump. She knew, though…both of them knew, really…that the feelings for each other were deeper than friendship at this point, or even partnership. But they weren’t ready…certainly the hospital was not the place for the conversation. For now…for now, this would have to be enough.

“I hear I have Motorcycle Boy to thank for saving my life,” he commented then, changing the subject. “Tell him thanks.”

She stiffened slightly at the mention of Josh. “I did,” she answered, unable to look at him for a moment. She really should tell him. “But Josh and I…we aren’t…we broke up...” she trailed off. Why couldn’t she just find the right words to say? Why was talking to him like this so hard?

“Oh.” He didn’t know what else to say; the fact that she was no longer with the doctor was surprising. She’d seemed to like him enough; the last time they’d really brought him up, she was ready to try to make their relationship work. And he was certainly around enough now…he saw the two together all the time, and it had hurt thinking they might be becoming more serious. “I’m sorry,” he felt the need to say. He wasn’t sorry that Josh was gone…but he was sorry if she was hurt by it.

She finally looked at him again. “Don’t be,” she said softly. “I wasn’t being fair to him," she started. "I really, really liked him…but that wasn’t enough anymore. Our relationship just wasn’t what either of us wanted it to be…and someone told me I have a habit of staying in relationships with men I don’t love,” she added quietly, her words leaving a lot unspoken.

Her words surprised him; she’d actually listened, and acted based on what he’d said. Though part of him did wonder if they would be having this conversation had he not been shot. “Really? Sounds like a smart person…a genius, really,” he smirked slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

His attempt to get her to smile succeeded; she couldn’t hide the slight grin as she rolled her eyes. “A genius, huh?”

He nodded. “It’s true.”

Shaking her head, she let her fingers gently play with his. “Not a genius…just someone who really knows me,” she gave him an almost shy smile then, letting her words hopefully heal some of what had been said in anger during their fight when she’d told him that he didn’t know her. He did know her…better than anyone, she’d realized. She was just used to keeping everyone at arms length; the fact that someone got that close to her had made her panic.

He returned her smile. “Still…he sounds like a smart man. And brave…you’re scary when you’re angry,” he joked.

She gave a soft laugh at that. “He is,” she met his eyes. After a few moments of silently gazing in his eyes, she took a deep breath and released it slowly, finally looking away from him. “You should rest. I’m sure you’re tired,” she realized then.

“Yeah,” he admitted, shifting slightly in his bed. “You should go home,” he added. When she stood, he squeezed her hand. “I mean home as in your apartment. Not the precinct.”

She stood still for a moment, no longer surprised that he knew exactly what she was most likely planning to do. “Castle, I need to see if the boys found anything.”

“You can check that tomorrow.” He knew she’d be working the case; it was connected to her mother. The shooter had been after her. He knew there was no way of getting her to back down now.

“Castle, I’m fine,” she insisted, trying to reassure him.

“Kate…” he started, but stopped when she pulled her hand away from his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Castle,” she stated, and with one last smile in his direction, she left.

He sighed in frustration. She was the most maddening, infuriating, stubborn woman he had ever met.

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“Tell me you found something,” Beckett stated as she passed Esposito’s desk on the way to hers. Tossing her jacket on the back of the chair, she perched on the edge of her desk, giving the murder board her full attention.

“How’s Castle?” Ryan asked.

“Awake,” she answered simply.

“Did you ask him if he remembers anything?” Esposito came to perch on the edge of Beckett’s desk next to her in a stance usually adopted by Castle.

She shook her head. “No. He just woke up; I didn’t want to ask for details yet. I’ll go back tomorrow after he’s had a chance to rest and process what happened.”

“Yeah, well, something had to have tipped him off to tackle you the way he did,” Esposito pointed out.

“Hopefully he saw something, but the way the shooter has been able to cover his tracks and just disappear, I’m not going to hold my breath,” she leaned back slightly on her hands as she worked her way through the evidence once more. “There has to be something we’re missing; someone had to have seen something. The shooter had to have left some kind of DNA behind…some lead for me to follow.”

Esposito shook his head. “Not necessarily. If the guy is former special forces, he’s going to know how to become a ghost. It’s part of the training.”

She knew he was right. She’d been a cop long enough to know that professional hits were the hardest to track down; as good as she was, even she couldn’t run down a lead if there was nothing for her to run with. “Then we have to draw the ghost out of the shadows.”

Ryan approached the two then. “How do you draw out someone who doesn’t want to be found?”

“By giving him what he wants,” she stated simply. When the two men exchanged questioning glances and looked back at her, she continued. “Me.”

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thebunniesgrim · 9 months

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Blitzo not a fan unfortunately

He’s a good and fun character but not my cup of tea for a reason I just figured out why

I was rewatching “Unhappy Campers” just to feel something honestly.

(insert that "can i talk my shit again" sound from tiktok)

Maybe I'm reading too much into this, maybe I'm not understanding something. All very likely but!

I personily don’t like that Blitzo looked for Barbie idk if that’s just my own personal thing or what

but it's like she told you not to look for her, the rehab nurse said don’t look for her, she even said at the end of the episode don’t look for me anymore leave me alone. The whole time I was watching the episode I was like “dude back up off her. Leave her alone”

now me personally I have never been in a situation like/similar to Blitzo none the less if I hurt someone and wanted to fix it and I went to that person and they said don’t talk to me, I don’t want to fix our problems, don’t find me in or out of rehab. I’d do that especially if it was family showing someone, you’re sorry is fine but if they don’t want to forgive you or doesn't want to be in your life you should let them make that decision.

I understand Barbie is Blitzo’s last blood relative that we know of but if she doesn’t want to be near him, he should let her have her space. I think the best thing he can do for her is leave her alone and show her that he will respect her wishes. He doesn’t do that

He was told before and after that Barbie doesn’t want Blitzo around her. She doesn’t want to be in his life or he in hers.

and this episode has made me realize why I personally don’t like Blitzo.

(He was never a favorite character of mine. I understand the appeal, but I really didn’t like Blitzo. I love characters that are flawed, you know? I feel like I should have liked him)

That being said something about him always rubbed me the wrong way and I couldn't figure out why until now.

He keeps forcing relationships also he’s kind of icky

Fun fact!

moxxie and Millie were and are my favorite characters (Fizz and Ozzie are close rivals) and in the beginning even in the pilot I loved them immediately they were the best in my eyes. I didn’t like that Blitzo kept invading they’re relationship even after Moxxie states out loud to him with no sugar coating that he didn’t want him in their relationship. I understand that he craves what Moxxie and Millie have but like... I still didn’t enjoy the gag after learning that you know? In Murder Family he threatens Moxxie at the end of the episode by saying he’ll sleep with him and Millie, so he knows how uncomfortable Moxxie is with the idea so much that he can literally threatens him with it.

Like? Really?

Like at first it was funny but seeing Moxxie’s face during and after the threat it became less and less funny.

Maybe I'm a sensitive snowflake that can't take a joke but ew!

like does Blitzo really see Moxxie as a friend or part of his found family if he’s willing to like do things to Moxxie against his will? Blitzo is willing to threaten to sexually assault Moxxie and that never sat well with me.

In Harvest Moon Festival when Moxxie asked Blitzo to reframe from talking about his dick or touching his dick he doesn’t.

In truth seekers when they have the truth gas and Moxxie say “Just ask me something specific that I wouldn’t normally tell you” and Blitzo ask does Millie ever peg you? blah blah blah funny great gag, but he knows that's something Moxxie doesn’t want to talk to him about doesn’t want to give him that information and uses this situation where Moxxie can't tell him off or lie about it to get that information out of him. I understand it’s a joke for the audience and call back to Spring Broken but in the moment for the characters that wasn’t a joke to moxxie that was a personal thing to him. I understand Moxxie was asking Blitzo to ask him a question he wouldn’t tell him but that could have been anything like “what are getting me for my birthday” or “what is something you don’t like about Millie” something Moxxie wouldn’t tell him for whatever reason. Why something Moxxie has established a boundary about? Also, I know his mind was already thinking about Moxxie and Millie’s relationship when he said that Moxxie only talks about Millie or doesn’t want to hang out with him because he’s hanging out with Millie. Fair enough but that wasn’t sexual he could have asked “why don’t you want to hang out with me outside of work?”

Also, side note I wouldn’t want to hang out with someone who doesn’t respect my boundaries, threaten to sexually assault me or touch me knowing I don’t like it, or belittle me at any opportunity.

But anyways

But why the sexual question? They're little pow wow in Truth Seekers didn’t hit with me it felt wrong for some reason. Why did Moxxie get a lesson about something he already does? It was him speaking his mind and not getting in his own head about stuff sure he’s very self-conscious about not being enough for Millie’s parents or being a good assassin or whatever that one works but he already speaks his mind!

Don’t get me wrong I like this episode I rewatch it a lot! One of my top 3 favorite episodes as of right now.

But Moxxie already speaks his mind if Moxxie was hesitant of speaking his mind we wouldn't have him telling off Loona or even Blitzo. He wouldn’t have told Blizto to stop touching his dick. He probably wouldn't have called Blitzo a fool in Loox2 Land.

They're little talk at the end makes its seem like they’ve reached some understanding

What understanding?

In (my favorite episode) Ozzie’s once again we have Moxxie saying that he doesn’t want Blizto to follow them to Ozzie’s it's just moxxie and Millie time. Does he listen? No.

Maybe I'm a stick in the mud who can't take a joke, but it wasn’t all that funny. The novelty kinda wore off, no?

Also, I'd like to say that during the song in Ozzie's (that’s a bop and then some)

Blitzo stands up to defend Moxxie and Mille but neither Moxxie or Millie stand up for Blitzo or Stolas when Fizzaroill, Verosika, and Ozzie are going in on them. Blitzo gets his ass musically handed to him by his ex’s and the M&Ms do nothing in fact! They don’t interject and at the end sing a song about themselves and that speaks volumes to me.

Could you image standing up for someone then they watch and kind of agree with what everyone is saying about you and then sing a love song about their love for their partner.

Couldn’t be me honestly lol

Like look at Moxxie face! Lol

And Moxxie’s face when Fizz says “some nerve you have comment on a relationship” like it looks like Moxxie kind of agrees (I could be wrong though)

Ok now

I don’t really like Blitzo and Loona’s relationship

It's kind of abusive to me at least on Loona's end like she beast the shit out of him and doesnt respect him in slightest even after all he does for her like? Don’t kiss his ass but you could not be so violent towards him you know?

They arent meeting in the middle, Blitzo wants something that will love him unconditionally like a dog. Like Loona.

The way Blitzo treats Loona is good but not what she wants or needs he keeps trying to force this thing they don’t have. Loona is a grown adult and Blizto is treating her like a baby. Loona needs a supportive fall back to help her. The codling and cooing aren't helping her him being a hover mom and overly doting and hugging her isn't what Loona wants. Anytime Blitzo tries to hugs her she pushes him off and Loona has also said that she doesn’t see the adoption the same way he does. He needs to understand other people's bounders

and another thing!

I truly think he's going to fix all his burned bridges

I don’t like that :(

I don’t think he should it's good that a person like Blitzo will learn to have worth but also have people he has scorn and has understood that he has done to them will never righted and that person is just better off without him.

I could be very wrong, but it just seems like Blitzo is going to get everyone on his good side and be the same

I'm not saying that he deserves to be alone forever but leave people alone and focus on what you have fix the relationship with Stolas, Moxxie, Millie, Loona and then try to rekindle with barbe and everyone else when both of you are in better places.

He’s obviously going to fix whatever he and Stolas has going on which cool expected :)

Like duh

But I pretty sure that Fizzarolli is going to forgive him, Barbie is going to forgive him, Versoiska is going to forgive him.

I'm fine if he doesn’t make up with Versoiska because she’s not important let's all be honest with ourselves, she is not even on the totem pole of important relationships. Also, why would she? They're clearly bitter exes. He still cares for her but like you know that’s fine

It's fine if he and barbie don’t make up and I think that’s a good lesson even the people you are family with don’t have to like you and no matter what you do they will always dislike/hate you it’ll hurt but it’ll be good.

They all have reasons to not forgive him, you know? You can even speculate on reasons why they wouldn’t.

Versoika

He left her pay the hotel bill, ran 3 rings to wrath and maxed her credit card out on shitty horse-riding lessons. She also said he didn't reciprocate in bed which I very much believe. When Versoika said “A selfish imp in the sheets, and just as bad in the streets a reckless, heart-breaking freak” I'm going to take a wild guess and say that after he ran away from her at the hotel and stole her credit card, he ignored her when they ran into each other. Also, how funny would it be if that was why he was in jail in Exs and Ohs. Verosoika took him to court. Maybe even while they were dating there was some stigma about dating succubus, and he didn’t want people to know he was with her. Maybe while Versoiska was growing in her career as a singer he would ignore her whenever they bumped into each other because he was jealous of her fame.

Fizz and Barbie

Maybe Barbie and Fizzaroill were better performers than him and had more fame and Barbie started to do drugs and stuff and instead of helping her he enabled her and encouraged her to keep doing drugs and it cost her to lose her fame. Maybe out of spite he sabotaged one of Fizz’s acts and it cost Fizz his arms and legs. Maybe he tried to make his part of the show more spectacular or upstage him and it backfired, and Fizz got caught in the crossfire

But I'm pretty sure all his bad relationships will work out and he will have learned nothing it's like saying “you can be a dick to people all you want and if you apologize good enough, they’ll forgive you”

Maybe I'm asking too much

maybe I don’t understand Blitzo’s character

Maybe I need to sit back look at him form a different angle

who knows not me

But I mean hey at the end of the day if he didn’t stalk Moxxie and Millie we wouldn't have the Ozzie’s episode, so you win some you lose some

silver linings!

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Hell Hath No Fury (3/?)

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“Hey,” he replied, still offering her a small smile despite his discomfort.

“But I want to stay!” Alexis tried to protest.

“Fine. But you better do what the doctors tell you,” Alexis warned her father.

“Scout’s honor,” he offered his daughter the best smile he could muster.

Alexis simply rolled her eyes. “You were never a scout.”

Alexis seemed to accept that. She did know the detective cared about her father very much and was more than capable of keeping him in line.

“Night Dad,” Alexis kissed her father’s cheek as well. She started to go out of the room, but turned back to Beckett. “Call if he’s not listening.”

“How are you doing?” Beckett finally asked him softly. She figured that was a relatively safe topic.

Castle shrugged slightly, wincing at the motion. “The doctor said he still wants to monitor me for some things in the next 24 hours. But as long as I don’t set off any alarms, they should move

“Kate…” he interrupted her softly. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

“It was like that night my mother was murdered all over again, only worse…because that bullet was meant for me.”

She got quiet then, bringing her free hand up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. “Why the hell would you think you should take a bullet for me?”

“I’m serious, Rick.”

“I hear I have Motorcycle Boy to thank for saving my life,” he commented then, changing the subject. “Tell him thanks.”

His attempt to get her to smile succeeded; she couldn’t hide the slight grin as she rolled her eyes. “A genius, huh?”

He nodded. “It’s true.”

He returned her smile. “Still…he sounds like a smart man. And brave…you’re scary when you’re angry,” he joked.

“Yeah,” he admitted, shifting slightly in his bed. “You should go home,” he added. When she stood, he squeezed her hand. “I mean home as in your apartment. Not the precinct.”

She stood still for a moment, no longer surprised that he knew exactly what she was most likely planning to do. “Castle, I need to see if the boys found anything.”

“You can check that tomorrow.” He knew she’d be working the case; it was connected to her mother. The shooter had been after her. He knew there was no way of getting her to back down now.

“Castle, I’m fine,” she insisted, trying to reassure him.

“Kate…” he started, but stopped when she pulled her hand away from his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Castle,” she stated, and with one last smile in his direction, she left.

He sighed in frustration. She was the most maddening, infuriating, stubborn woman he had ever met.

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“How’s Castle?” Ryan asked.

“Awake,” she answered simply.

“Did you ask him if he remembers anything?” Esposito came to perch on the edge of Beckett’s desk next to her in a stance usually adopted by Castle.

She shook her head. “No. He just woke up; I didn’t want to ask for details yet. I’ll go back tomorrow after he’s had a chance to rest and process what happened.”

“Yeah, well, something had to have tipped him off to tackle you the way he did,” Esposito pointed out.

Esposito shook his head. “Not necessarily. If the guy is former special forces, he’s going to know how to become a ghost. It’s part of the training.”

Ryan approached the two then. “How do you draw out someone who doesn’t want to be found?”

“By giving him what he wants,” she stated simply. When the two men exchanged questioning glances and looked back at her, she continued. “Me.”

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Hi, i'm new here and i wanted to start an Heimdall x Reader i wrote the first chapter, i'm not english so please don't hate me.

I hope you will like it and please tell me if i write something wrong, i'm still learning english and i want to learn this language 100% well.

Part 1

This is (yn)

They are the goddess of Power.

Her eyes are one of a kind, his father had something like this, she hides them by putting bandages to cover them so that nobody sees them.

Although they look nice to look at she doesn’t let anyone see them.

Her hair is brown and long, she doesn’t like someone touching her hair she only lets Moon touch it.

(yn)'s tattoo:

Some pictures of what (yn) wears , and earrings:

I created another character, her name Is Moon and she Is the goddess of justice, revenge, karma, personal growth and new beginning.

From their first meeting they did not separate anymore, Moon felt the sense of revenge of (yn) guide her to her, from that moment they always helped each other, (yn) taught Moon how to fight while Moon taught (yn) some methods for healing.

They were always together wherever they went.

She is proud of her eyes representing the color of her magic and also her favorite color

Her hair is dark and she likes to style it differently when she has time.

Moon's tattoo:

Some pictures of what Moon wears :

"hey (yn) we should go check on that creature it’s been a while since we went there"

Speak a voice that distracts me from my reading.

"You’re right and the temperature is falling we must hurry if we don’t want to find It dead"

I get up from my seat and put the book on a nearby table ,I take my staff, you have understood well staff, it may seem a useless object if it was just a normal staff but fortunately mine is not, and my sword that I attach to my belt. I leave the small house lowering a little so as not to hit my head, I am high enough and the door is too small for me so I lower myself, just outside meeting Leo, my pet is really good, and it’s very big, Leo has a very soft mane of light orange color with red streaks on the body, I caress his snout and a little mane , I wait for Moon to come out.

While I check that there are no Helwalker around, it’s already cold and I don’t think she wants to fight and neither do I now that I think about it.

"I’m here let's go," says Moon, closing the door behind her

"Let’s go Leo"

We walk to the abandoned structure where the creature lies, unfortunately we do not know its name and I do not think it wants one probably has already, given by its previous owner.

We keep walking until we get to the poor abandoned animal lying on the snow, we get closer and try to understand if it is still alive and fortunately opens its eyes. Suddenly we hear a thud behind us, we turn ready to attack whatever has approached, we turn to see a boy on the ground who is about to be attacked by a Helwalker.

I quickly pull out my Kunai and throw it at the monster by stabbing him , I throw him with the chain attached to the Kunai away from the boy, I throw it back on the head killing him permanently, while Moon approaches the poor boy on the ground.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" she says checking for any injuries on the teenager’s body.

"no I’m fine thanks for saving me," he said

"What’s your name? And what are you doing here alone?"

"my name is Atreus and I ran away from home"

"You should be careful, you look lost," I said, approaching him and reaching out to help him up.

He took my hand with a smile rising from the cold ground

"in fact I am umm I haven’t been here for a long time I was looking for this house a friend of mine lives there"

"I’m sorry to disappoint you but nobody lives here" Moon replied

"what?" he says making a confused face

"She didn’t even come back to take care of him?" he said as he approached the poor animal

"has been abandoned for quite some time"

he looks away from us to look at the house

"That’s why we were there" I say making him stop to look at us

"We don’t live very far from here we found it covered with snow and we decided to keep an eye on it until its owner would come back but no one ever came back," said Moon going towards the creature, she touches its face a bit making it wake up.

"Ehy we are here to help but we have to get in to do it you can please get up"

With a little effort the creature gets up just enough to let us in

"Come on! I don’t think he can stay that way for long"

We run to the door and slide under the small space before it closes again, we fall into the empty and cold house.

"Ugh… where is Leo?" I said as I attach my staff to my back

"Leo?" asked Atreus

"Here!" I looked in the direction of Moon to see her get up with Leo next to her

"Woah!" Atreus flinches slightly at the sight of the predator

"Calm down is harmless if you do not bother him so much" I also get up and approach Leo stroking his head a little, we look around the house to find something to light a fire

"I never had your names" suddenly says Atreus

"Oh right, where are our manners? I am Moonwhile she is (yn) and you have already met Leo" said Moon continued by a deafening silence, you may hear a pin falling.

"Why did you run away from your house?" she suddenly says

"Moon!"

"What?" she says as I approach a table locating a book on it

"maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it might be a private thing," I told her as I opened the book and tore some pages

"oh no no it’s okay umm my father and I fought because I wanted to go to Asgard-"

"Asgrad?!" Moon said with surprise as I turned to look at him holding tightly the paper ball I was about to throw into the fireplace

"y-yes but it’s to save my father and my friends too"

"Do you work for Odin?" I said softly while he stiffens under my tone

"no no, I just want to stop whatever’s on his mind."

"ah this is a relief" I say turning again and throwing the crumpled paper

"Do you know him?"

"unfortunately" Atreus approaches pulling a knife and taking a stone but I stop him putting a hand in front of him, he looks at me confused, I close my hand fist and then reopen it making a flame appear I throw it in the fireplace lighting a decent fire to warm us up a little

"Do you also know magic?" Atreus asks curiously in his voice

"different kinds of magic" I answered by sitting by the fireplace to savor some of the warmth.

"We met Odin a long time ago I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t recognize us anymore" Moon says

"I hope you know you shouldn’t trust Odin," she continues by sitting next to me

"I know if I can ask why you wear blindfolds?" I turn around and look at him, "sorry I shouldn’t have asked."

"No it’s okay you told us why you ran away from home and that you want to meet Odin… I wear bandages because I don’t like to show people my eyes I don’t like to be the center of attention and my eyes would attract enough people would be scared they’re not pretty to look at," I explained to Atreus, getting tired of being sitting on the floor, I noticed that Moon made a sad face at my explanation, she tried a lot of times to convince me not to hide them, She says that people would not be scared but amazed, but I never believed that people would accept someone’s differences just because they are beautiful, I wanted not only words but also actions.

"You said you wanted to stop whatever Odin had in mind, do you have a plan?" Moon asks looking at him with curiosity wanting to know more "I feel a sense of revenge coming out of you"

"I don’t really have a plan I’ll try to keep an eye on him- wait you said you feel a sense of revenge? How do you feel that?" he looks at her confused while she laughs slightly "this is a story for another time" says Moon

"You know by yourself I don’t think you’re gonna get very far Odin is smart"

"I know but it’s just me others are against me they don’t want to understand that I’m trying to help them but even if they did I don’t think they will help me" says Atreus with a little disappointment in his voice, Everyone who is against you but you are just trying to help them is really hard to deal with on your own.

"We can help you the situation you’re in is stressful especially when you’re alone we understand what you’re trying to do even if we’ve only known each other for 5 minutes I’m willing to try to help you" I say looking him in the eye even though he can’t see mine

"Really?! But as you said, we’ve only known each other for 5 minutes, I’m a stranger to you," he says, getting off the ground

"Correct but Moon and I also want to stop Odin and you are alone even though Asgard may seem beautiful it is also dangerous you have to be careful of the people who live there" Atreus simply smiled happy to have someone who believes him and understands the intentions he has.

"Well how do we get to Asgard? And can we take Leo with us?" asked Moon

"Leo comes whether Odin likes it or not," I say, ignoring any request Odin has in mind

Before Atreus can keep talking we hear a little knock on a window.

Atreus approaches and opens the window revealing a crow with red symbols on his eyes

"We were looking for you I’m ready to take us to him," he says

The crow flies in and perches on a chair nearby, making a noise by letting in other crows.

Leo shakes off some water making it go in the eyes of Moon "Leo!" As she dries her eyes we look around confused

They fly around us until you just hear the sound of the beating of the wings then they disappear and we find ourselves falling into a lake,

We have difficulty staying afloat to get air but then we can get closer to the mainland, coming out of the cold water of the lake.

"This is not Asgard we are out of the wall," I say, pointing to the large wall not far from us.

We walk towards it killing some monster and passing a bridge that leads to a small village just near the foot of the wall, while Atreus and Moon talk to a boy I look up at the wall.

"will be hard to climb" I thought

"Ehy (yn) the only way to get to Asgard is to climb the wall so come on let’s go!" Moon says, we all approach to begin the climb

"We are coming Odin"

note: i hope you liked the first chapter and please tell if write something wrong. byeeee

#gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #god of war x reader #god of war heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #gow x reader

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You know we can't be friends. Can I taste your lips again?

(here there be steam beneath the cut!)

"Lenny," she hisses, her head thumping back against the wall of her dressing room.

One of his wonderfully talented hands is all the way up her skirt, her panties pushed aside and his fingers stroking just so, while his other hand roams along her arm, her hip, her back, her neck. His lips capture hers again, muffling the sounds that she can't quite hold back. And thank god for that, because while she's pretty sure Gordon wouldn't fire her for getting finger-fucked in her studio dressing room, she's also pretty sure that's a conversation she never wants to be stuck having with him.

Her orgasm is creeping up on her rapidly, but unfortunately, Midge's brain comes back online at the most inopportune moment and catches up with what Lenny just said.

"Lenny," she says again, more insistently this time, pulling back just enough to look at him. "What do you mean, we can't be friends?"

Lenny looks down at her incredulously.

"I'm doing some of my best work here, and you want to talk about that?" he asks.

"Hey, you brought it up, not me!" she fires back. With a huff, Lenny slips his hand out of her skirt and crosses his arms.

"I just figured ... You know. You're on your way up in the world. TV star, Hollywood's probably calling any day now. And then there is the whole fact that we've..." He gestures broadly at their mutual dishevelment. "Well. I can't imagine friendship with a repeat criminal and still-recovering addict is part of the new 'plan' ... but..."

"Seriously?" Midge cuts him off. "Lemme get this straight. You think that because you fucked me, yelled at me, and I got a new job, that we're not friends anymore?"

Lenny shrugs uncomfortably.

"No one's ever been, ah. Interested in... both," he says, and there's an awkwardness about the admission that's so endearing Midge can't really be mad. Instead, she loops her arms gently around his neck and tugs so that he has to look her in the eyes.

"Well, I'm told that I'm a very unusual woman," she deadpans. She's rewarded with her favorite slow-spreading smile.

"Yeah?" he whispers, leaning close enough that she can feel his breath on her lips.

"On one condition," she breathes back.

"Name it."

She takes his hand and places it at the hem of her skirt.

"Finish what you started, Mr. Bruce."

And does he ever.

#midgelenny #midgelenny fic #midge maisel #lenny bruce #the marvelous mrs. maisel #tmmm #tmmmfic #tv: the marvelous mrs maisel #ship: you're still staring #ch: midge maisel #ch: lenny bruce #mine

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★ — Aaa! Hello! Unfortunately, it pains me when I accidentally press double back which leaves all my writing for matchups... That I was about to submit because I was finished... Oh well, time to redo :') help... (I'm not sure if is sent or Tumblr automatically steals it and eats it LMAO)

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— My pronoun is she/her!! I am aro/ace as in fact I'm okay to be a part of a relationship... I prefer matching with a male! ★

— I'm a big fandom of TDAC so I'm here for that!

— I prefer not to be paired with Jax, unfortunately...

— my personality can happen to a stranger that I'm not a friend with. I can be more awkward in socialization, quiet, very chill, and clueless. I'm not good at understanding the jokes or what they mean. And my personality can be sudden the change that I'm friends with. I can be more laid back! I feel excited when I see my favorite person like I would run up to my favorite person and give them the biggest hug ever! I somewhat may be a little chaotic, and just a little gremlin doing weird things. I get playful, still get clueless, and depends on how dumb I am because I forgot what the left and the right side is... LMAO

— my hobbies are like... cozy? I'm not sure! I am an artist, I always love to draw and scrapbooking stuff to put in my sketchbook. I also love to listen to music. It helps me to relax and bring imagination to my mind. I also LOVE baking cakes! It's just so fun to make! (also I would love to make angel food cake for Caine ♥)

— what am I looking for a partner who is more... respectful, fun, playful, acceptable, helpful, and good at communication and understanding without judging? Yes, please! And I also like the partner who makes me laugh because my humor is 100% broken.

— my love language... I'm pretty sure I'm so much pleasing to physical contact! I love hugs! Hugging is my favorite! I like to hug my favorite person and favorite person squeezes me till my bone pops for good! I like hand-holding, cuddling makes me feel secure! (besides I am also comfortable with a PDA!) and lastly for giving the gift to! It just shows how much I appreciate and trust! :)

— for my zodiac sign is Leo ♌ !

— my aesthetic/style is like... Tomboy? I wasn't very fond of super girly aesthetic/style stuff because it's not my thing. I like wearing all the cool casual clothes! Men's clothing is the best... Oh my!

— my appearance can be shown that I have short brown wavy/curly(?) hair which is close to a pixie-cut hairstyle! I have hazel eyes, freckles, and black glasses. My height is around 5'0-ish! I'm very lightweight, so that means I'm easy to pick up LOL!

— FUN FACTS:

— I am a 100% fully deaf person. I do have both C.I (cochlear implants) that help me to hear anything and people talking! But a bit of a problem is that I do struggle to hear/listen. And I do prefer to have a close caption to easily understand what are they saying. I also do (ASL) American Sign Language to communicate, but mostly I talk without signing language.

— I struggle to pronounce the words it depends on whether the words look hard or too long. I usually do spelling the words out of my mouth. And the funny thing, is I struggle to pronounce scissors... 😭

— playing tic-tac-toe and go fishing card games are my favorite to play games!

— I suddenly will steal the clothes to wear... Whoops

— Oreo cookies are my most favorite to eat!

— I... Love... DINOSAURS!! AAAAA

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That's all! Hope that helps you from me putting a bit of detail for TADC matchups! Remember this, take your time! No rush is needed! <3!!

Hi, thank you for your request! I’m sorry, it seems like tumblr did eat your first ask but no worries!

YOUR MATCHUP IS…

CAINE!!!

Hmm… funny, playful, and respectful? Caine is all of things and more! I think you and Caine would be a good match, seeing as he is a funny little AI who is eager to help with any and all your needs.

Okay, upon first meeting Caine, most of your relationship is him trying to get you out of your shell since you're socially anxious. This phase is pretty awkward since it's mostly him cracking jokes/doing bits you don't understand or laugh at. He's plenty outgoing (almost too much so) and probably manages to get you to open up more with him pretty fast!

Once you're more relaxed around him, Caine embraces your chaotic nature! As long as you're enthusiastic about participating in his adventures and games, he will match your playful energy. Also, he doesn't mind you getting confused, he will happily guide you through whatever it is you're clueless about. It is his role as ringmaster, after all!

Caine isn't used to idle hobbies like drawing or baking. (He much more prefers excitement!) But he will try for you when you’re in a relationship. He'll watch you draw or draw with you and even commentate, if you'd like! And if you bake him a cake? He'd be over the moon--literally!

Physical affection is also important to Caine, especially hugs! He'll give you a hug to greet you, to say goodbye, just because, etc etc. And Caine just likes PDA in general, he's always gotta be touching the people he loves, so you better believe he likes hand-holding and cuddles too! (He isn't... the best at them since he's an AI and all but he is enthusiastic, which more than makes up for it!) Also likes carrying you around so you have him to hold onto when he transports you from place to place...

He's more than accepting and willing to accommodate to your needs as a deaf person. If you ever need help or repeating, things like that, he will happily do so. He has his fun digital powers to make it so whatever he says to you is accompanied by closed captioning. And he knows ASL if you ever want to use that, since, as an AI, he has knowledge on all languages!

#tadc matchup #tadc caine x reader #caine x reader #tadc #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus #my matchups #anonymous #caine #romantic matchup

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