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coralinnii · 1 year

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ALMOST forgetting your birthday

feat: Ace · Vil · Jamil · Trey genre: fluff note: not gender specific reader, no pronouns used for reader, petnames were used (babe/baby in Ace, gem in Jamil), not proofread,

This is a special treat since I recently celebrated my birthday with my loved ones and classes were canceled on my birthday so I thought why not something birthday related for the fun of it? This is not me venting out that someone forgot my birthday, I just thought it’d be fun because I didn’t expect a voice scene from Riddle wishing me happy birthday when I logged in 😆. So hope you guys enjoy it and please don’t mistake this as me being sad! I actually had a great birthday

Boy was sweating bullets when Riddle asked him about his plans to celebrate your birthday. It totally slipped his mind and now he’s worried how you might be feeling after the fact that his own Housewarden of all people wished you a happy birthday but not your freaking boyfriend.

But you can bet he’d be covering up his forgetful mind by acting his little heart out.

Oh, you were worried he forgot about your special day? Pfft, you’re crazy. He just wanted to surprise you because he just couldn’t wait to spend the whole day with his number 1 love.

On the inside, Ace does feel bad about forgetting your birthday. He knew if you did find out he almost let the day go by without seeing you, you would be hurt and he absolutely can’t have that. So, he swore to spend the entire day making it your day. Your rules, your choices, everything.

Any plans he made for that day were instantly canceled. Hangouts with Deuce, basketball club meetings, his turn to feed the flamingos, he's skipping everything. He’s at your beck and call, making sure you weren’t aware he would have gone the whole day without knowing. This redhead is making sure you know how important you are to him, no matter how much he messes up.

He doesn’t care about the possible teasing from other students or any accusations of being whipped. He’s the one sharing a special day with the most amazing person in the world, so jokes on them!

“Happy birthday, babe! Today’s your magical day so we’re doing whatever my baby wants, my treat”

To be fair, he did make considerations in advance to ensure that he would be free to spend your birthday together. He may be a busy model and actor, but that’s no excuse to be with those he loves most.

Unfortunately, his manager did not agree with that sentiment as they decided to schedule an interview with a popular news channel on your birthday. Vil was upset but what's done is done and it can't be cancelled with all the promotions and advertising out there about this upcoming interview.

You were bummed that Vil might not have time to spend with you but you understood how important this was for his career so you gave your support as always. Your birthday would have gone uncelebrated if not for Rook and Epel’s intervention.

This whole situation left Vil angry at his manager…and himself for not catching this on time. He’s also a little angry at you for undermining your own birthday, even for his sake.

He invited you onto the interview studio as his special visitor so the two of you could still be together as much as possible, and Vil made sure no one treats you any less than they would with him. His tone was polite but everyone at that studio knew he was serious with his “request”

“I hope that you would treat my guest with great care and respect. Any less would be rather insulting to me and will reflect poorly for any future projects”

Immediately after the interview, Vil would grab your hand and rush back to the college where he expects that Rook and Epel have set up the preparations for the birthday celebration as he requested. Whether it's a private dinner for two or a quiet self-care day in his room, Vil’s dead set on making that day all about you like it should have.

“This day isn’t about me or my career. This is your birthday and I intend on making sure you are treated as the fairest of them all on this day…and everyday”

I can’t imagine Jamil ever forgetting your birthday, he would never allow himself to make such a blunder like that. However, things don’t always go the way he hoped.

Kalim, true to his whimsical nature, decided today was a great day to have a party so he decided to host a grand feast, to Jamil’s dismay. But he’s hesitant to refuse the Asim heir so he quickly got to organizing the party’s food as always.

The sweetheart you are, decided to drop by to help him in the kitchen. Jamil’s having mixed feelings as he’s always happy to have you by his side but he doesn’t want to work on your birthday, especially for his sake. But you insisted you wouldn’t offer to help if you didn’t want to.

Still dissatisfied, Jamil decided that the party could be shifted somewhat. You watched with confused amusement over Jamil’s not-so subtle whispers over you working on your birthday.

“I apologise, my gem. I didn’t want your birthday to like this, working so hard alongside me like this”

“I would say it’s ok but I feel like you’re not really talking directly at me right now”

“Oh, if only I could give you the celebration you deserve”

Of course, the “whispers” were overheard and soon caught Kalim’s ears who was excited to hear about this. Whatever prior reason to party has immediately left the Housewarden’s mind “What? It’s your birthday, so let’s change the party! This is now a grand birthday feast!”

Whether you like it or not, you became the star of the party as Kalim pulled you over to the best seat in the dorms with food being offered to you on a literal silver platter. Jamil smiled from afar as he enjoyed watching the special treatment you’re getting. He assumed you were happy with the luxurious pampering courtesy of Kalim’s kind heart, not letting himself delve into his own insecurities of his inability to spoil you the way Kalim can. This was his plan, afterall.

Luckily for him, you never give him the chance to get lost into those doubts as you happily call him over, patting the seat right next to yours. Snuggling to his side, Jamil felt his heart race as you told him how all you wanted was to do today was spend the day with him, be it being treated like royalty or just cooking together in a kitchen.

Jamil wondered if you were aware of what a dangerous charmer you are.

“Happy birthday, my precious gem. A day spent dedicating to you is a day well spent”

Like Vil, he probably remembered your birthday was soon but his school life and his duties as a vice Housewarden jumbled his mind to the point he almost didn’t realize what day it was.

It wasn’t until Riddle told him that you would not be invited to the unbirthday party scheduled that day because well…it was actually your birthday. Trey nearly dropped the unbirthday cake he prepared when he realized what day it was.

His mind was in a tizzy. He tried to stay focused but he’s trying to estimate his time to make a cake for you once the unbirthday party is done and if he could still make your birthday special. Thankfully, Riddle was kind enough to dismiss him once his assistance was not needed at the party. The green-haired senior never ran that fast from a party.

Before the day ended, Trey managed to make a small cake to surprise you with at your dorm but he still felt a little guilty. I believe Trey is the type to tell you directly that he almost forgot your birthday rather than pretend.

You told him you understand. He’s a third year with a lot of responsibilities and you know how busy he gets. You might be sad not being able to spend your birthday with him the way you hope but life gets in the way. You were happy with just the cake and a visit from your beloved.

But Trey wasn’t satisfied with that. He may have gotten away with the bare minimum for most things and romance isn’t his forte but with you, that’s not good enough. Trey wants to take care of you, treat you special, give you all the attention you deserve without holding back. For you, going the extra mile and a half is worth it.

The green-haired student boldly went for a firm kiss on your lips, catching you by surprise. You felt your boyfriend take the lead by softly pushing you to the couch, sitting you down with him. Trey smirked down at your flustered face, fully intending to make the most of the day.

“It’s ok to be a little selfish, you know? It’s still your birthday, afterall”

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rosyronkey · 6 months

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hi! i wrote an essay about rosy ronkey and her clothes, and i hypothesized what time period i think shes from/inspired by ^^ below if you wanna read more :))

ive been fixated (or had a special interest or whatever you want to call it) on rosy ronkey for a YEAR today. i've always been pretty interested in her outfit from an aesthetically pleasing point of view, but recently i wanted to see if i could find any trends and time periods in the inspirations of her clothes, which is what this essay is about! it’s going to be an explanation of most of her clothes, top to bottom, from what i can assume with the research i've done. i say research, but i probably don’t have the best sources? they’ll be linked below, but it was really more cross-referencing than anything else lol

i reached out to annie montgomerie for comment/criticism, but she’s obviously very busy and i enjoyed my research from a subjective point of view :)

basic specs on rosy (no one else but me cares): looking at rosy, the only zoomorphic, or animal looking, aspect of hers is her head. judging by proportions and cross-referencing, she looks to have the body of an american girl doll. this is just what i’ve noticed, but annie’s most recent stuff is way less anthropomorphized compared to rosy and the group she was made with. looking at annie’s most recent exhibit, hand me downs, every single piece is completely animal, with hand-sculpted claws, paws, wings and hooves. some of these dolls legs still look like american girl doll legs, but most everything else is animalistic. this isn’t important, but i just thought id mention it because artists’ growth over time is cool!

starting with her coat, it looks like a double-breasted red childrens’ coat with two rows of two buttons each. these kinds of coats are still available today, but i could find the closest matches by looking at 1920s childrens’ coats, specifically rothschild coats. the rothschild family has a long and complicated history, but all that’s important to know is that they are new york based (which doesn’t totally fit my assumptions about her; in general i assume all of annie montgomerie’s dolls are british because of her nationality) and they’ve been in business for over 100 years. by cross-referencing the growing style of double-breasted coats in the 1920s, and the style of rothschild childrens’ coats in ads from the time, i feel like it’s easy to assume rosy's character has this coat, or at least was very heavily inspired by it.

a theory i’ve seen before is that the ticket on her coat is a luggage label. these were used during WWII to evacuate british children during the blitz. the history press site says luggage labels listed “name, school and evacuation authority,” and is also where i got most of my information. i want to tentatively deny this theory. i'm pretty sure the ticket is an annie montgomerie staple opposed to a part of rosys' character. she's shown with the tag in the yorkshire sculpture park video, and on gerard way’s website, but she’s missing it in all the photos posted by annie montgomerie herself on facebook and instagram. almost every single annie montgomerie piece on display or for sale has a tag as well. i love this theory, and it’s probably what got me interested in researching her outfit in the first place, but i don’t think i could prove it if i tried.

other than the ticket, she has white roses on the left side of her coat and some smaller twigs? sticks? pinned to her collar. white roses symbolize purity, youthfulness, innocence, and in some contexts, respect for the departed. i couldn’t find any historical photos of children with roses in their outfits, but across the board that was the result i got for their meaning. i can’t discern what she has on her right collar for the life of me, if someone else can figure this out, PLEASE tell me

her dress is pink, with a cinched embroidered waist and a peter pan collar. peter pan collars became popular in the 1920s, and have been a staple of childrens’ dresses since (sources for this one were a few blogs and wikipedia, but also some ads, so i feel pretty confident with it.) some ads for girls’ dresses in the 1920s had the same soft pleats and embroidered waist as seen on rosys’ dress. i don’t think there’s a meaning behind the color, except that it compliments the red coat and her fur.

her stockings are standard, I couldn’t find much special meaning behind them, british children have been wearing stockings forever, and for girls especially, stockings became more popular in the 1920s as dresses got shorter. usually they were sheer and nude, and rosys’ look like the gray kind kids wear today, but i think it’s still period appropriate to an extent. her shoes look like red mary janes for american girl dolls, just more scuffed and dirtied. mary jane shoes themselves have been around for a while (called “bar shoes” originally,) but they got their name in 1904. in one of the first drafts for this, i read the fairy tale “the red shoes” to see if it offered any insight. i thought it’d be fun to relate, but it’s just a popular danish fairy tale, and it was hard for me to entertain the idea for long.

TLDR: i think rosy ronkeys outfit is inspired by british 1920s fashion!

that’s all I have! i apologize if this was underwhelming or overwhelming or whatever, i had no model to base this off of and the only tumblr essays i read are from my friends <3 i hope you enjoyed! i love rosy ronkey!

link to my dumbfuck google doc with all the links and braindump on it :)

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hanniology · 1 year

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two umbrellas | jeon wonwoo

Synopsis: wonwoo doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but you do after meeting him. genre: fluff, sick fic, kinda angst. warnings: none I think besides the fact yn makes a bad pick up line. calls wonwoo, wonuwu, im sorry. word count: 1528. pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader. Note: another repost until i have time to post some new stuff later.

“Hey there Wonuwu.”

The boy you addressed the new nickname to lifts an eyebrow.

“Wonuwu?” He asked with a slight face of disgust.

“Yea I think it’s a really cute name for you, what do you think?”

He turns to face you with a straight face, “No.”

Rolling your eyes at his response as he goes back to take a tour of the library to make sure everybody has left the building already. Knowing you’re gonna follow him.

“OUCH!!” He hears you exclaim behind him.

“Wonuwu, my face hurts.”

Not looking behind him because it was probably just a line to one of your cheesy pick up lines you’d always make.

“Did you walk into a bookshelf again?”

“What no that was one time-it’s because I fell face-first for you~” You explain, he was right about it being a part of a pick up line but he still cringed.

“You ruined the joke.” You grumbled while pouting.

You’ve always been like this, making really bad, cheesy, overused pick up lines thinking it’d impress him.

The two of you met in a coffee shop that you worked at, Jihoon, one of his roommates recommended it to him saying it had good coffee and was nice and quiet as long as you don’t go in at rush hour. So he decided to go one day when he didn’t have work, and that day you were working. You remember that day when you saw him, he was absolutely beautiful.

You were taking his order and well when giving him his coffee you thought of giving him your number on his cup. Wonwoo received the cup with the number on it and walked out of the coffee shop to meet up with some friends. He didn’t notice until later when Mingyu pointed out and convinced (read:begged) him to text the number.

He obliged and texted your number asking who this was. You introduced yourself as the person who was serving him and told him he was so pretty and was gonna try and win him over.

He blocked your number.

He didn’t want to seem rude but he didn’t want to deal with some random person he doesn’t know that’s trying to woo him. He’s also just been a strong believer that love at first sight just doesn’t exist.

No one can just grow feelings towards someone that quickly.

He thought that'd be the end of you but that wasn’t until he found you sitting in the living room in his dorm. He thought you were trying to stalk him and threaten to call the auditory. To then realize you were in the same performing arts classes as hoshi and jun, his other roommates and are good friends with them and they invited you over.

And as time passed you two became friends (?) it’s complicated, the two of you would hang out because of friends and sometimes just the two of you. You’d always go on with your lame pick up lines and he'd just simply ignore them and move on.

“Why do you always insist on coming here? You could just go straight home from work. And it’s raining today.”

“Eh, just thought I’d give you some company, you know, it gets quiet in the library when it’s closing time. It gotta be boring.” You shrugged.

Wonwoo finished the turn of the library and went to go get his stuff and you as always followed him. You always did and it wasn’t anything weird. He was used to it but you wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with; you always respected his boundaries.

The two of you were outside now with rain falling down crashing to the ground, the sound of it much louder than it was when you two were indoors.

You watch the frown slowly grow on Wonwoo’s face as he looks at the rain.

“Here,” you hand him your umbrella.

“No, no it’s fine the dorm isn’t too far from here, I don’t want you to get sick because of me.” He declines the umbrella, dropping it back into your hands.

“Aww you care about me~” you coo.

He scoffs before mumbling a “whatever”.

“The dorm is not too far from here so I could make a run for it.” He says before dashing off with just a hood over his head.

“Wait!” You yelled at him trying to get his attention, “I brought two just in case.” Take out the other umbrella from your bag.

He didn't hear you, he was just running and you watch his form become smaller and smaller as he runs with you standing there with two umbrellas.

Putting one back in your bag and opening the other, you started walking to your place. Stopping in your tracks when you remember his dorm is not that close to the library.

The next day you weren’t too sure what to do. You didn’t have any classes today and you had a day off from work. Soonyoung and Jun were planning on going to some tiger sanctuary , you didn’t really feel like going.

Ding noise came from your phone, rolling to the other side of your bed to reach over for your phone. You see a text message from Jihoon.

Unplugging the charger from the phone opened up the message.

It was weird for Jihoon to be messaging you, you always thought he hated you. He always looked somewhat annoyed when you were around, but Jun said he’s just always like that. You weren’t even sure if you guys ever exchanged numbers.

Jihoon: yo I got your number from wonwoo’s phone.

Jihoon: Can you come over? Wonwoo is sick and I got work and Jun and soon left already.

Yn: sure but how’d he get sick?

Jihoon: The rain I think he came back soaked yesterday.

So you were right that he would have gotten sick. And he calls himself smart.

Yn: ok I’ll be there just need to stop by somewhere

Wonwoo slightly wakes up at the sudden noise he hears someone enter the room. Jihoon most likely already left, but he did say something about someone coming over, not remembering who because he was too tired.

He hears the footsteps gradually become louder and closer until the footsteps seem to stop in front of him. Looking up to see you, you were putting down a big bag on his nightstand.

“Oh you’re awake? Did I wake up? Sorry.”

“Eh, it’s fine.” His voice sounded scratchy. Before he could even sit up he felt your hand pushing him down back to his previous lying position.

“Rest.” You demanded.

“What’s in the bag?” He sees you in the corner of his eye, as you slowly take everything out of the bag.

“Oh, well Jihoon said you were sick, but I didn’t know exactly what kind of sickness, so I just took one of everything from one of the shelves at the store.”

“Even got you some corn patches.” Holding them to him. With the sleepy boy giving you a strange look, giving him a shrug back.

“But why are you here and buying all this stuff for me?”

You finish taking out everything from the bag and take a seat on the ground next to his bed. “Because I care about you.” You say simply.

“Yn-’’

You interrupted him knowing what he’s gonna say.

“Yea Wonwoo I know you don’t like me the way I do but I mean I still like having you as a friend. Don’t worry the feeling I have for you will leave eventually, but I still care for you, you know.”

There was a silent pause after you said that, you weren’t looking at him, you were looking at the ground kicking your feet side to side at each other. So you just assume that sleep took over him.

“Don’t.”

“Huh?” Lifting your head, seeing his body facing you and watching you with soft, droopy, sleeping eyes.

“Don’t stop having those feelings for me. I don’t want those to leave while mine are starting to arrive.” He mumbled quietly, before taking a sneeze.

Handing him a tissue, letting the gears in your head turn. “Wait, Arrive. What??”

“Yeah, I kinda wish I’m not all snotty sick and sleepy when I confessed.” He admits, letting his head fall back onto his pillow.

“Well you wouldn’t have to if you just took my umbrella yesterday.”

“I didn’t want you to get sick.” He mumbled.

“Awwww, you really do care about me.” You coo pinching his cheek.

Rolling his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” He scoffs.

“Ok maybe I do care about you,” he quickly mumbles.

“So you should leave or you’ll get sick too.”

Shaking your head, “No it’s fine, if I get sick you’ll take care of me I’m not too worried.” You smile at him.

Letting out a sigh knowing that you aren’t gonna leave.

He starts to toss in the bed pulling the blanket higher, looking like he’s ready to go to sleep. You watch as his eyes fall close and his breathing becomes slower.

“You know I had two umbrellas.” You fall backwards giggling at Wonwoo’s reaction.

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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Is Dorothy gonna be a trouble maker? I feel like she’s going to want to fight everyone like her mom but be a big softy like Eddie 🥹🥹

Hiii babes!! So I feel like she’s a mixture of both of them as in she’s gonna say what’s on her mind but also really fun to be around😂 I’ll give you some examples!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here✨

*in these Dorothy is around 7/8 and the nicknames Reader gives Dotty are ones my mom used for me lol*

“So wanna know what our darling little girl did at school today sweetheart?” “Uh let me guess she…learned something?” “Well…she learned what the inside of the principal’s office looks like.” “Ohh dot…Is it tacky? She strikes me as being very beige.” “Yes mom you’d hate-” “uh excuse me…why don’t you tell your mother why you had to go to the office?” “What’d you do sugar butt? Who’d you make cry today?” “Uhm…well it was…uh…my…teacher.” “Your teacher? You made your teacher cry?” “Not cry but she was…upset but all I asked her to do was look at me when she was talking to me because that’s what you always tell daddy when he’s not listening to you and…she wasn’t listening to what I was saying so I asked her politely…I used my manners and everything…I just asked if she could just please look at me while I’m speaking….” “Well…what did the principal say to you?” “She said that I need to talk to my teachers with respect and be patient with them since there’s twenty of us and only one of her…” “and did you apologize to your teacher?” “No….I didn’t think she deserved an apology since I didn’t do anything wrong and you’ve always said don’t say things you don’t mean…” “right…yeah okay uh…why don’t you go work on your homework while your dad and I talk about this okay?” Okay…” “how the fuck done handle this Eddie? We can’t punish her for asking for her teacher to pay attention to her and she’s right…we do always tell her not to say things she doesn’t mean.” “I say we let this issue slide but if she’s a regular in the principal’s office then we’ve got to be a little more…stern…or…something.” “Right because that’s us…super stern and strict.”

“Uncle Steve is getting married? To someone we don’t know?” “No sugar he’s just going to a wedding.” “With someone we don’t know? What if she’s mean? Or doesn’t have good hair?” “I’m sure she’s nice…now the hair thing I’m not sure anyone is going to live up to your uncle Steve’s fabulous hair.” “Mom be serious…he can’t go with a stranger…we should go with him.” “Sugar he didn’t ask us to go…what if he brings her by so we can meet her would that make you feel better?” “Yes…I’ll go call him.” “Okay…go call him and ask if he’d like to bring her to dinner this week but don’t you dare call her the stranger you hear me? That’s not nice.” “Then what do I call her?” “His girlfriend…just say hey uncle Steve do you and your girlfriend want to come have dinner with us this week? And go from there…” “okay but he’s not coming over on chicken nugget night…”

“Dad can I ask you a question?” “Sure princess what’s up?” “Did you really have your head in your ass?” “Excuse me? Where did you hear that?” “Granddaddy…he said that when you met mom that it took you a while to get your head outta your ass and ask her out…” “I’m gonna kill-” “oh you’re not gonna kill anyone…now sugar no your dad didn’t actually have his head in his ass that’s just a figure of speech…like when someone says it’s hotter than hell outside or when your grandaddy says he’s as full as a tick…does that make sense?” “I thought so…because that’s not physically possible.” “Also you know those are no no words….” “Sorry dad but mom said I’m allowed to say bad words if it’s part of a story or repeating what someone said…” “did she now?” “What? It’s logical…I didn’t know Wayne was gonna go and tell her something like that.” “That’s fine Princess but just don’t say that phrase outside of the house okay?” “Okay dad.”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson series #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie and wayne munson #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 10 months

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Once Bitten

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: Happy 900 lovely!! What a boss! 👑Can I please request: "I don't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing?" Just thinking of Roy Kent leaving his mark on you.... ooof! 🥵 That'll do! You're such an inspiration, I adore your work! 😘

Roy Kent x Reader

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Warnings: Language

You let out a deep sigh as you walked into the parking lot at Nelson Road. You were definitely not a sports reporter, but when your colleague Penelope begged you to cover the Greyhounds press conference so she could go meet with her daughter’s teacher, you agreed. You’d hoped you’d followed along well enough to take decent notes for her; the Greyhounds press room had been nothing short of overwhelming. Besides knowing nothing about football, you weren’t used to being one of the only women in the room, and you definitely weren’t used to Roy Kent’s expletive-filled way of speaking.

“Alright there?”

Speak of the handsome, bearded devil. As you lingered by your car, contemplating the best way to apologize to Penelope, Roy Kent had walked out of the building. His eyes rested on you with some concern, probably seeing the horror on your face.

“I’m fine,” you lied, giving a small wave.

He glanced around the parking lot and walked over to you. “Don’t look fine.”

Despite your inner anguish, a hollow laugh escaped your lips. “Wow. That’s what a girl likes to hear.”

“Oh. Fuck, not like that,” he chuckled, eyebrows raised. “You look good, trust me. Just… It also looks like you’re thinking very fucking hard about something.”

Trying not to blush at the compliment he technically just paid you, you cleared your throat. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

To your surprise, the handsome manager shrugged. “Sure I do. Otherwise, Jamie Tartt’ll invite me out for a drink, and ‘I don’t fucking want to’ is never a good enough answer for him.” He stuck out his hand. “Roy, by the way.”

“Oh, I know.” You shook his hand. “I, um, was at the press conference right now.” You told him your name and what paper you were from.

“What happened to Penelope?” The genuine interest and concern in his voice surprised you.

“Parent-teacher meeting. She asked me to cover.”

His smile only added to his handsomeness. “And I take it you weren’t very excited to join us today?”

You really didn’t want to offend the attractive man standing in front of you but- “I hate sports,” you admitted reluctantly. “Barely knew what the fuck you were talking about in there. And now I just have to hope my notes are good enough for Pen’s article.”

“Brutal honesty, I like it.” Roy thought for a moment. “Why don’t we grab a drink while I look over those notes with you? Can help you translate sports-speak. Plus, I could give you some quotes no one else’ll have.”

“Why?” you blurted out, unable to believe someone like him would be so nice to someone like you.

He shrugged. “I like Pen. She doesn’t ask me stupid fucking questions like the other pricks do. Besides…” He bobbled his head, hesitating about whether he should continue. “I’d never say no to the chance to buy drinks for a pretty reporter.”

How were you supposed to say no to that?

Twenty minutes later, you found yourself sitting in a pub, sharing a corner booth with Roy Kent. Beers sat in front of you, along with the notes you’d taken during the press conference. Roy was bent over them, mumbling under his breath as he read. He glanced over at you.

“You weren’t fucking kidding. You don’t know shit about football.”

Beer almost came out of your nose as you held back a laugh. “Alright, well help me then!”

His eyes studied your face thoughtfully. “Well, scoot closer so you can actually see the nonsense you wrote.”

You froze. When you sat down, you’d very carefully placed yourself a respectable distance from Roy Kent and his overwhelming handsomeness. If you scooted closer, your thighs would be pressed together and your bare arms would touch and oh fuck, he’d be able to feel the warmth radiating off your body that was completely covered in an embarrassing blush.

He could see the hesitation on your face, although hopefully not the reasons running through your mind. “Come on, get over here. I don’t bite.” A wicked smirk crossed his gorgeous face. “Unless you’re into that sort of thing.”

A choking sound flew out of your mouth, but you managed to return his grin and move closer to him, allowing your legs to lightly press against each other. You didn’t need to worry about your arms touching though; Roy instead chose to wrap his arm around your shoulder.

“There,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow at you. “Isn’t that better?”

Looking into his eyes felt so surreal, as if you were living in a cheesy movie and not just your daily life as a low-ranking journalist with an overbearing mother and a messy roommate. “Yeah,” you agreed in a breathy voice you barely recognized. “Much better.”

As Roy leaned closer and softly pressed his lips to yours, your last coherent thought was a mental note to thank Penelope for having a parent-teacher conference.

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Post fix-it (Anakin doesn’t go Dark and fulfills the prophecy, clones get civil rights, everyone is happy or on the way to it). Cody speaks about problems concerning clones’ and his own appearance. Hurt\comfort, romance, discussion of sexual harassment.

Only a couple of months ago Cody wouldn’t believe if anyone told him that the war would be over, and the Clone Rights Bill would pass. Yes, a lot of work is needed to be done – settling cadets and shinies saved from Kamino, helping the Jedi get back into ‘diplomatic’ style, figuring out what the veterans want to do with their lives – but right now Cody is content and doesn’t think about it. At least, he tries. Obi-Wan is sitting right next to him in a cozy loveseat, in front of the cracking fire, leaning into him and reading some news on his holopad. Cody promised himself that he won’t speak about heavy topics at night – they both have had enough during the daytime, and Obi-Wan needs some rest after he and other Jedi rummaged through Sith artifacts they found hidden by Palpatine.

But a couple of thoughts, doubts are nagging in the back of Cody’s mind.

And Obi-Wan must have felt it, because he closes the pad and turns to him.

Cody raises an eyebrow in a lame attempt to avert the attention.

– What is bothering you, my dear? – Concern is written all over his face, and Cody hates it.

– Nothing serious. Just some stupid thoughts, not important.

– Which are so not important that your uneasy emotions emanate all around?

Cody remembers how hurt Obi-Wan was after discovering all the lies Anakin Skywalker had been hiding through several years – from negative emotions like fear and jealousy to secret marriage to murder of the whole Tusken tribe. Now he knows Cody’s also hiding something… Of course, it’s nothing as bad as it was with Skywalker, but the fact remains.

– Well, sir… Obi-Wan, - Cody’s still not used to calling him familiarly. He shifts a little bit facing him fully. – I’ve heard some brothers mentioning that before, and, frankly, I still don’t know what is the right way to react and what to do.

Obi-Wan furrows eyebrows, but listen attentively, and more concern bleeds into his eyes. And Cody hasn’t even told yet what actually happened.

– They weren’t complaining per se, just confused. They say when they come out onto the streets, sometimes, I guess, some not very polite strangers – some natborns comment on them. You know… appearance. Call them pretty or handsome or attractive while not being asked for any kind of such compliments. And… I suppose, we are attractive to some, though it’s hard to tell when you see your face every day and you don’t even need a mirror, - Cody lets out a small self-deprecating smile, but Obi-Wan only furrows further. – They’re confused – during the war we also walked around sometimes without our buckets on, but no one reacted like that. No one noticed any attractiveness. But now, as we’re still in the centre of attention, now suddenly they see us.

Obi-Wan opens the mouth, but Cody isn’t finished yet:

– Today I was walking to my workshop to complete these wooden porg toys for younglings, when someone stopped me and started flirting with me. – He feels uneasy even thinking about it. He’s never felt so awkward before. Not even after he kissed Obi-Wan for the first time and then started mulling over – maybe, he was kissing badly, maybe, he had a bad breath – and not even when after this his former General began reassuring him everything was fine. No, it was a feeling similar to when after several years with the Jedi respecting them and teaching self-worth he looked back on their collective life on Kamino. They were created for the Republic. Units to serve. To be used and discarded. But then the Jedi insisted that they’re not units, but people. Everyone deserves respect. And they were mistreated both by the Kaminoans and the Senate. It was impossible to even start realizing that it shouldn’t have been like that. How must they react now to the previous treatment they’ve got used to? Especially these days, when they’re recognized as sentients? Quite often they were never seen at all or as furniture at best. But now they are at last considered, called pretty, so it is good, right? But why does it feel wrong? – And it felt wrong. I was looked at, admired for my physic, but I wasn’t seen at all. It doesn’t make sense, right? – Cody chuckles self-deprecatingly again, feeling stupid for not being able to figure out his own emotions.

– It does. – Obi-Wan sighs. – First you’re not seen at all, now you’re seen as beautiful dolls. Two sides of the same coin. It shall take time for the general public to realize fully that you have the same rights of respect as anyone else. And it does make sense you do not feel good when called like that, especially when not asked for any kind of such attention. I think I shall talk to Healer Che and Knight Secura about it, maybe Master Tapal also – they can organize something for the Brothers, some lessons specifically about such situations. Mace should know, too – I think about political implications of addressing such attitude…

– Isn’t it too much? Overreacting? – Cody doesn’t want any trouble for both his brothers or the Jedi. Catches Obi-Wan’s somber gaze and deflates: - I guess it’s not. Thank you for bothering.

– Not bothering, it’s serious, - Obi-Wan’s eyes are immensely sad now. – I’m so sorry it happens to you all. Thanks for telling me.

One boulder is off Cody’s shoulders.

– But there’s something else, right?

– Yeah, it’s more personal… and really stupid, - Cody hesitates, then tugs his shirt, pulls it over his head and throws on the floor. Rolls his shoulders, straightening his back: - Who do you see?

Obi-Wan is obviously taken aback – both by question and by Cody’s actions. As they haven’t been that intimate. Taking time, not hurrying into naked business. So Obi-Wan hasn’t seen him shirtless… in romantic context, let’s say.

Cody likes the way his General’s… former General’s gaze wanders over him – quickly, not wanting to be intrusive. But clearly interested. But the doubt – unreasonable, as he tries to convince himself – rots all the joy.

– I see you. Why do you ask?

– Don’t you think about… Jango Fett?

Obi-Wan looks offended.

– I’m his clone, I look the same, and you’d met him long before you met me, - Cody prods with some masochistic insistence. – You’ve told me I’m different in the Force. But our outwards are identical.

Obi-Wan sighs and takes his hand gently.

- Will you believe me if I say I haven’t thought about him in what – three years? I never ever seen not a tiniest bit of Jango Fett in any of you. The Force signature, shall I say, impacts how we, the Force-sensitives, especially the trained ones, perceive the world…

– But do you find me… handsome? – Cody interrupts him – he knows what Obi-Wan’s is trying to tell him. He’s heard it before – “You feel steady and warm, like a sun”. He never expected sex issues to be so complicated, he thinks to himself.

– I do, - Obi-Wan sounds as if he’s saying a vow. – Cody, I have no intention to be insensitive, but do you presume that when I’m with you, I imagine… Rex instead of you? Or Waxer? Or literally any of your brothers?

The idea is the most moronic ever, despite Obi-Wan’s serious voice. Cody even laughs:

– Course, not! – he catches the idea his Jedi is conveying and lets the other boulder fall. He smiles warmly, feeling easy: - I hate being beaten by my own logic.

– I know it may be hard for you, darling, - Obi-Wan starts and then smiles back. Cody knows he feels the change in his emotions, because the concern on his face fades away. For now, at least. – Well, Cody…

– Yes? – Cody is alert, as per usual. Obi-Wan blushes and ducks his head a little bit – Cody finds it adorable. – What is it, sir? – he teases, flashing a flirty smile. He already suspects what he’ll be asked about, and it feels gloriously absolutely opposite to what happened this day.

– Would you allow me to touch you? – Obi-Wan doesn’t look confident – obviously remembers Cody’s not nice experience too. – Of course, the fact you took off your shirt doesn’t oblige you to agree, and it was rude of me to assume you’d enjoy hearing that, especially after today’s unfortunate experience…

– I want it, - Cody doesn’t intent for Obi-Wan to feel as if he did something wrong. Because he didn’t.

Obi-Wan slowly stretches his hand and lays it on Cody’s chest. The touch is gentle and warm, very careful. His heart is fluttering, and there’s a funny feeling in the stomach – intensified by the intimacy of the situation.

Cody cannot take his eyes off Obi-Wan’s face, mesmerized by love written all over it.

– You’re beautiful, - the hand slowly slides lower, on his belly, tracing tense muscles. – Dear, you are beautiful, - finger pads move up, circling chest muscles, brushing the nipple – the latter causes a tremor of pleasant vulnerability in Cody. The hand travels over his shoulder, mapping every inch of skin.

Cody presses his hand to Obi-Wan’s cheek – the beard scratches, but he likes it. Then he lowers it and touches the hem of his Jedi’s shirt, looking questioningly into his eyes. He’s not sure if he oversteps the boundaries – maybe, Obi-Wan is not ready to go this far as Cody is.

– How can anyone say no to these puppy eyes? – Obi-Wan laughs quietly. – Not that I ever wanted, - he raises his arms, allowing Cody to take the shirt off and throw it away to his own.

Cody wants to have a look, but he only catches fair skin before Obi-Wan throws his arms around Cody’s neck, presses himself into him and plants a long and really nice kiss on lips. Cody isn’t stupid to complain about it – especially when he hugs him back, feels warmth and lean muscles under his palms, heat of chest and stomach against his own. And he moves closer, exploring Obi-Wan’s back, taking in all scars – his heart squeezes with ‘there could have been no scars, if not this karking war’. He interrupts the kiss only to press his lips to the shoulder sprayed with faint freckles. He feels like he’ll explode of tenderness. Feels Obi-Wan caressing his shoulder blades and neck, kissing his temple.

– It’s all right, darling, it’s all right, - the Jedi murmurs into his ear, practically cradling him. Cody doesn’t like the somber in his voice, so he uses his weight to tackle Obi-Wan down into the loveseat. Hears delighted chuckle into his ear and grins, shifting himself to look into his eyes. Then leans for a kiss, and the initiative is met with vigour.

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Hello! How are you?

May I please request a Thomas Shelby x Male Reader? he is a very dear friend of Ada’s, which is surprising, since they different in nature, the Male Reader is very shy, very soft-spoken, well-spoken too, very intelligent (also speaks multiple languages). Ada loves him dearly, he’s so kind, always listens to her and her problems, and gives her good advice.

One day he accompanies Ada to the Shelby Mansion (you can decide why) and Thomas becomes hooked on him. Like, slightly obsessed with such a wonderful and angelic person.

I believe you can decide how the relationship starts. But can I ask for Thomas spoiling him rotten and being very protective?

Thank you for your time!

I loved writing this! It doesn’t quite make but it’s very close!

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Pairing - Thomas Shelby x Male Reader

Summary - You went to accompany your dear friend, Ada but didn’t realize someone had eyes for you, getting a bit more than such a simple greeting from him.

Word count - 1400

Warnings - Heated kissing, otherwise fluff

It has been quite a while since you last spoken with Ada, you’d rather been busy occupying yourself with whatever work you can find to at least earn a few dollars to get by. You finally had the time of day to go speak with Ada who had been begging to meet up with you.

A knock at the door broke you out of your trance of thought, soft knocking, easily identifiable to be your dear friend Ada. You stood, grabbing your coat and swinging it on after polishing off your morning cup of coffee. Grabbing the knob of the door, you turned it, pulling the door open and seeing a face you haven’t seen in a while. “Greetings Ada” You smiled, watching her lips purse into a smile. “It’s been a while! Come come! We’ll speak on the way” She grinned. “Where to?” You tilted your head in confusion as you locked the door behind you. “The mansion.” She simply answered before she began to walk off. You followed quickly to stay by her side.

“Heard things have been good for you, hopefully what’s been said is true.” She knew you were hardworking, despite not communicating with people often. You nodded in response, “Things have been fair, no trouble so far.” You kept your eyes up, observing the streets. “Have you been well?” You questioned, Ada huffed in response. “A little overwhelming. The other Shelbys were asking who you were since the last time we met. Tommy was just dying to meet you and wouldn’t stop demanding me to drag you out of your hole.” She scoffed. You’ve never really met ‘Tommy’ formally, always heard of his name in the shadows, maybe a few glimpses of him, he was a mysterious man to say the least. “That’s the reason for today then? Should’ve told me so I would’ve worn something more fancy..” She only slapped your shoulder lightly, “ You look great any day, I doubt that you’ll need to present yourself in front of them.” You hummed at the reassurance, adjusting your coat. As you two shared stories of your own, catching up on events the two of you had missed since you last spoke, you hadn’t realized how much time had past when the both of you ended up on the Shelby Mansion doorstep.

Ada stepped up and knocked on the door before stepping back. “You sure I look alright?” You whispered, heart beating a little quicker, you were tense for sure. “Course you do! You have woman tripping for you in that outfit!” She whispered back. You were about to counter her words but the door slid open, quickly shutting you up. “Aunt Polly!” Ada smiled at her through the door. Polly smiled at her before turning to you. You could break just under that deathly gaze. “You must be the guest Ada was so enthusiastic to introduce formally.” Polly spoke as she moved the door wider, “Come on in, the boys are waiting and they're getting quite impatient.” You nodded, thanking Polly quietly, dipping your head slightly in respect. Ada followed in, leaning over and whispering a few things to Polly who shut the door behind the two of you.

Polly began walking to another room, not bothering to wait. You took a glance around, it was neat, comfortable as well. “Come!” Ada smiled, you calmed down slightly, loosening up at her warming smile. You followed in step after Ada who’d already walked off to the room Polly went to.

“Alright, settle down boys, it seems like our guest finally arrived.” That tone seemed so familiar yet so distant, you’d assume that he was the boss of everyone. You’ve heard of the Peaky Blinders and their games in Birmingham, but you stayed away from them, liking the safety you convinced yourself you had.

Ada pulled you in, standing by your side. You didn’t speak, only bowing to show some respect due to your cultural practices. “No need for such formalities dear.” Polly reassured you with a smile. You could feel eyes on you, eating you up slowly. You looked down at the hand extended to you, responding with your own hand shaking his, “Arthur. Arthur Shelby.” The man with the mustache smiled. “Good to meet you, Arthur.” You let your response roll off your tongue. “He speaks, and goddamn it’s a blessing to hear!” Arthur exclaimed with a proud smile, getting rid of the tension on your back. The second man stood up from his seat, walking over to you and shaking you hand like before, “John Shelby.” He smiled, he looked as if he was the youngest one. You nodded, turning to who you assumed was the ‘Tommy’ guy.

He walked over to you with such grace, his eyes scanning you up and down without shame in hiding them. “Thomas Shelby.’ He spoke with ease, it was the same voice as before. You went to shake his hand as soon as he reached out with a formal smile. When your hands meet, his was gentle, maybe a little rough and scarred but was so soft, you could almost hold it all day. You expected to do a simple shake with the handsome man but he turned the back of your hand to him, leaning down and pressing his soft lips against it. You couldn’t help but blush at the contact, you couldn’t help but think what it could feel like to have his lips against yours. He stood straight, leaning over and whispering in your ear. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” Before you can even stammer a word out of you, he had already leaned back.

“I’ll give him a tour!” Arthur smiled at you as if everything that happened was completely normal. “I’ll actually.” Thomas spoke, taking your hand once more, “Go off and get what you need to get done today, I’m sure you do.” You heard soft groans all around. Your eyes met Ada’s, almost asking for help but she only mouthed good luck. “This is how I end.” You murmured in a different language, following Thomas out of there and down a hallway.

Thomas just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you,eating up your small features. “Have you ever kissed a man before?” He spoke, tone so sweet and demanding. “I had my fair share.” You spoke softly and he pushed you to the wall gently. “ You’re just so..” Thomas trailed off, finding the right word. “Perfect.” He whispered. You could feel his breath on you, locking eyes with the most handsomest man you’ve ever seen in all of your life. He leaned in, hand tucking under your chin to lift your pretty face up. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered, you were mesmerized by him and didn’t want to screw it all over. He didn’t answer, only leaning in and connecting your soft lips against his own. God it felt oh so heavenly, like a fresh champagne bottle being opened after you’ve struck millions worth of gold.

He pushed against you, hands sliding up your waist. You both were enamored by each other since the day you first saw each other almost six months ago. Thomas whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled away, getting you to whine softly at his words.

“You’re mine from now on, darling..” Thomas murmured, you quickly nodded, “Always..” You replied, smiling as his lips pursed. You quickly pulled him into another kiss, this time much more passionate and hungry..

. . .

Ever since the relationship bloomed, you were asked to move into the Shelby mansion. Although Ada protested that she didn’t want to see her brother banging her dearest friend, you moved in anyways. You were spoiled with fancy suits and the most luxurious of things. Despite the money spending, you loved Thomas, the man, his words, his body.

Now here you were, cuddling each other and bathing in the comfort and warmth, you got to learn Thomas’ secrets and he got to learn your own. You could feel him kiss your hair with incoherent murmurs. “I love you so much..” You slurred with a sleepy smile. “ Love you too darling.. Anything for a perfect man like you, for I’ve stricken gold in life..” Thomas smiled, pressing a soft night kiss to your lips in the darkness that cloaked over you.

He really did struck gold with you and only you.

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lightlycareless · 26 days

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Hii! I just wanted to let you know that I'm a big fan of your work!

I started of with discovering your "First it Hurts" fic on ao3, then being updated to your every post cus I look forward to every fic or hc's you make!

Also, I loved the valentines special post 💗💗 BUT IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT NAOYA'S LETTER AHH, anyways I just wanted to let yknow that I love your fics and the way you write Naoya! I hope you continue writing fics about him since there's a scarcity on Naoya fics HAHAHA, but I dont mean to pressure you! Please take your time, and I'm eagerly waiting for your new fics!

Hello!!

Awww thank you so so so much!! I'm so happy you're liking it so far!!!!! 🥺❤️ akajghajkghasgjas as well as my oneshot :>

Also, I'd like to apologize for the delay; I'm slowly working my way through requests, the main fic, and the weird schedule for my job 💀 I greatly appreciate your support and patience 🥺❤️ Also, I'll be writing Naoya fics for like, ever. I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SEE HIM ANIMATED OMG ALL THE INSPIRATION.... gotta keep this small part of the fandom alive!!!!

Now... to the letter.... I feel like it would've gone something like this:

warnings: naoya is a prick, no surprise. but... he has feelings, just that he doesn't know what to do with them. this is the oneshot anon is referring to.

Happy reading!

Y/N.

I didn’t think letters were still written in these times, outside of elderly people and the socially inept, but I suppose that for certain occasions they are still necessary.

By the time you get this you’ll probably already have an idea of where I’m going with it, yet I’ll still write it down.

I cannot deny that you came onto my life in the most unexpected way, not necessarily the best either.

I didn’t like your siblings, and I still don’t. I think of them to be nothing but highly annoying, arrogant, especially your sister who seems to parade herself around Gojo and the privilege she had of knowing him.

Your brother is somewhat… calmer in that aspect, he tends to keep to himself, and I respect that. Everyone should be like that, you know?

But I’m not here to talk about them, of course, I’m here to talk about you.

When I heard that you were going to enroll, I wasn’t thrilled, I genuinely thought great, another nuisance was to grace the school grounds—I already had this preconceived idea of you and was more than ready on keeping it… until I finally I saw you.

I’m sure you’ve heard this a thousand times already, someone like you must’ve undoubtedly… but you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my life. Your beauty is so mesmerizing, I couldn’t believe it was real—anyone thinking otherwise is either blind, stupid, or lying. Or maybe all at the same time.

I didn’t accept those feelings at first, tried my hardest to ignore them and go back to disliking you, find a reason to hate you and move on.

But I couldn’t, and when I heard your laughter, saw your smile, or the cute way your eyes twinkled whenever you were excited about something, I knew it was impossible for me to disregard it any further.

My feelings for you had only grown more and more as time passed, and now, I find it physically impossible to contain them, but still hard to express them to you in person.

So, I resorted to this letter, which I hope will be able to accurately convey what I feel for you, if only for a fraction, until then.

What I mean to say is… If you let me, Y/N, I can show you how special you are to me.

I can give you all that you want in the world—it doesn’t matter what, whether it being money, or the stars themselves—I will not spare any expense to give you what you deserve, and I shall assess that every day of my life until my death, starting with the gifts I’ve sent you today, alongside those waiting in your dorm.

I shall call you mine. No other man will be able to lay a hand on you, and I won’t allow any other woman to do the same to me either. My eyes will solely keep to you, and you alone; I expect you to do the same.

And in turn… I don’t ask much, except that you see me the same cheerful, adorable way you see others when happy, the one that has me completely enthralled, unable to keep it off my mind for more than one second, and… accept me into your heart.

If you so decide it appropriate to get to know each other better, you know where to find me. I shall await your response.

Naoya.

As you can see, Naoya isn’t overtly romantic or good with words (I mean, the slander at the beginning lol) but he tries, as genuinely as possible—his honesty is a virtue to appreciate lol. Also, he was TREMBLING while writing this, if not crying hahaha he really almost died when he wrote you were the prettiest girl in the whole while world.

He’ll become more comfortable with it, of course, he’s a man that can’t hold himself when it comes to talking. But it’s nice to see him all shy for once 😊

Akgjakogja I’m so happy you all liked this little oneshot—I know it was quite the bomb to drop on valentine’s day, but I swear, it’s a happy ending story :>

If there’s more you want to know about that oneshot/au just let me know, I’ll be more than happy to indulge!!

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

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doromoni · 8 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Epilogue

fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : nothing ig?

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Certainty is not a word to describe life, as change is constant, and nothing can tell what tomorrow may bring. No day is perfect, and no day is the same as the ones before. Everything changes and not all people in our lives actually stay, and not everything that we planned is fated for us — but maybe it’s actually for the best.

I thought that I had lost myself when a person that I loved parted from my life. I thought that my everything was over when Charles Leclerc left me.— well I did, and it did, but I found a better version of me in the end.

Now, I could honestly say that I’ve forgiven all that had been done. I am truly thankful for everything that had happened in the past, for what I have now couldn’t have happened because of it.

y/n_stills.

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We’ve decided that it was time that you all get to meet our most precious, baby girl. During the first few years of our baby, we have decided that it would be the best to keep her out of the spotlight and keep her to ourselves for the meantime. We hope that you understand and respect our decision and that everyone will show kindness to our angel.

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“Mommy, please hurry up! I don’t wanna miss Daddy’s race” and there goes my most precious little girl stomping her feet as she sped towards my legs hugging them in a death grip.

“I know, I know , my sweet . Mommy just needs a minute to fix my hair , then we’ll go see daddy, alright? Why don’t you choose which car you want Mommy to drive” I said trying to placate the pouting girl. Nodding eagerly, she dashed towards the garage.

She was a carbon copy of her dad, from her features to her attitude — She really was her daddy’s daughter alright. She even got his love for cars and his passion for the sport — I love her even more for it.

Hearing the small footsteps coming back, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Seeing my daughter bounce in excitement as she clutched the car keys in her tiny hands has brought the greatest of warmth to my heart. Zooming towards me she then pushed the keys to my hands, then making her way back to the garage. Looking down to key, a chuckle left my lips. As expected, my daughter knew what she wanted , her favorite — and of course it’s her daddy’s Ferrari 488 Pista.

After buckling my baby in her car seat, I drove us to the race circuit. Today was her first ever actual race and appearance to the public. Her father and I had agreed that it was about time to desensitize her to the motorsport world, since both of us are still active in our fields … plus she’s been begging to come with us rather than staying in with her nanny.

Feeling the excitement from my baby , as the circuit came nearer and fans wearing the colors of their teams rushing past our car — with some sending waves our way.

“Mommy, why are they saying hi? Are they friends?” My daughter asked with big eyes as she tried to take everything in.

“Yes sweetie, they are our friends! They also support daddy and other uncles’ racing.” I explained as I parked the car in the private lot.

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landonorris MY NIECE! MY NIECE! MY NIECE!

landonorris your favorite unkow wando is hereeee

y/n_stills. Hmmm favorite… sure.

oscarpiastri Mom! You brought Jillyyyyyy~ please let me babysit later! 🥺

y/n_stills. Well she did miss you

oscarpiastri YES! I promise I won’t leave her with lando!

Grabbing everything we need, I picked up my daughter and placed her on my hip. Her tiny arms circled my neck tightly growing shy from the attention we were getting from the fans as we walked through the paddock

“It’s ok baby. Mommy is here, their not gonna hurt you. Remember, they are our friends! Let’s go find your Daddy, hm?” I said soothingly as I placed a kiss on her forehead. Sensing that she was starting to get overwhelmed, I planned to move quicker to our motorhome, when a familiar voice shouted catching our attention.

“Y/N! Mon Petit Jillian! “

My Jillian physically perked up at the voice. Suddenly giddy , she squirmed at my hold. With a soft smile and with no choice but to let go , I looked at my daughter run towards the man with a squeal.

Jillian ran straight into the arms of Charles Leclerc.

———

“Charles, let’s talk please”

Here we are, where everything had all began. We are once again sitting beneath the stars , hidden from civilization, on the same beach where we poured our soul out for the world to hear.

He remained quiet as he looked at the crashing waves up ahead. Charles looked so peaceful, as if everything had finally fallen into place. Then a soft smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he looked straight into my eyes. Patting the place next to him as he looked back into the ocean, I then complied and took a seat beside him.

We sat their in complete silence, only savoring the peace that the both of us missed. He then spoke , his voice blending in with the sound of the waves crashing ahead of us.

“Do you really love him?” Charles had asked earnestly, there was no anger in his voice. His eyes were clear, holding only tranquility and peace.

“Yes, I do. I do love Max, so so much.” a smile growing , as I answered without a doubt. Charles turned silent again , this time closing his eyes. Yet , again a smile had shown in his lips, this time it reflected understanding acknowledgment, and then finally… acceptance.

“I was really a fool for what I did to you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being selfish and hindering you from your happiness . To be honest, I haven’t been alright for a while … even I don’t understand myself. I felt miserable and I felt that it wasn’t fair … and others should feel the same.”

“When I saw you getting along with everyone, I grew jealous and vindictive, specially when my entire family loved you instantly, I could never do that you know? I was blinded by my own faults, so I blamed you instead because it was easier. I had the mindset that you were mine and I that we should be hurting together… that you shouldn’t be happy when i’m not. I took everything out on you and you didn’t deserve any of it. Not at all. You deserve the entire world and more.”

Charles then looked back at me with the same eyes that looked at me when we first met — the same eyes that filled with the same spark… the spark of freedom.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything …. I’m letting you go. Be happy“

My tears gushed endlessly, as i choked on my sobs. Now Charles and I chanting a different promise to the same stars that witnessed our journey.

———

5 years had passed, and a lot has changed. All of us had moved on and had gone through with our lives. Everything has changed, all of us had matured to what we are now.

“How is my favorite little girl, doing? Did mommy let you play with the present I gave you?” Charles had lifted Jillian to his hip as he caught the toddler mid run. Rolling my eyes at the Monegasque driver, I went towards them.

“Noooooo , Uncle ChaCha! Mommy didn’t let me play with it yet! She said that I could play with it when I’m five!”

Seeing my daughter act petulant to her favorite uncle (Don’t tell Lando) brought a chuckle to the both of us.

“What? How dare Mommy say no to a princess?” Charles acted exaggeratedly

“ Well Mommy is the queen , and Daddy said that everyone should follow her orders” My baby said smartly.

“And Daddy stands by his statement! Mommy is always right!” Then the voice of my husband boomed behind me, and our daughter automatically jumping into her Daddy’s arms.

There stood with the biggest of smiles with our bundle of happiness, joy and love , our daughter settled in his arms, Max Emilian Verstappen , my husband, the father of our child, and the love of my life.

I didn’t need to hunt for affection any longer , Now I am surrounded by it .

Fin~

Thank you for reading, everyone 🤍

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I just absolutely love this NCIS series. So much. I’m wondering if Ziva will ever make an appearance? Rooster would be both terrified and admirable of her but also be so concerned because reader is suddenly so into her hand to hand combat training

Ah, this is so bad but this is what I came up with. But anyway here’s a little update and the NCIS series Masterlist

Oh yes. No Ziva is definitely around. I think you’re right though, she’d fucking scare the shit out of Bradley. And I could see you upping your gym sessions a little more frequently after Bradley proposes.

We need to get one thing straight people—Bradley Bradshaw doesn’t regret proposing. He’d never regret a decision like that. He knew he wanted to spend his entire life with you from the minute he first met you. But he did propose out of sheer terror that he’d never get to if he didn’t do it immediately.

“I almost didn't come home this time.” It was a sentence you never wanted to hear but were still thankful enough to hear him say it. It was and would always be better than the alternative. The home calls all military men and women dreaded. The one where officials inform you of a loss. “And it made me realise that I now have someone to leave behind.”

It had been keeping you awake at night. The thought of something happening to Bradley that could take him away from you. He’d told you in full confidence everything that had happened—full disclosure, no confidentiality. Fuck the rules. It had set off a trigger inside you—for him you had to be better, be smarter, train harder. You didn’t want to leave your fiancé behind. There were things you could learn and upskill in to protect yourself. That could give you a better chance of coming home to Bradley every day.

“Ah it’s our resident Flyboy—“ DiNozzo beamed as he spun on his chair. Gibbs couldn’t hide his smirk that had crept onto his face as he walked side by side with Rooster, having collected him at security. Over the years Bradley had really taken a liking to Gibbs. Sure, they had a not so great start but the terrifying father had warmed up to the Aviator who stole his daughters heart.

Gibbs had taken Rooster shooting a handful of times, only threatening to wipe all traces of him from the face of the earth if he ever hurt you only once or twice. But sure enough as time pressed on and Bradley stuck around, Gibbs really did start to treat Bradley Bradshaw like a son he never had, and he had a new found respect for the lieutenant when he was calling him late at night before boarding his plane to Washington to ask him for your hand in marriage. Bradley was gonna do it anyway, regardless of what Gibbs had said—but he wanted to talk to your dad first purely because he was nervous and couldn’t talk to his own.

“What brings you in?”

“Brought you guys some lunch.” Bradley’s dumping the plastic bag full of burgers and fries on DiNozzo's desk. “And came to see my girl” Looking around, Rooster could usually pick you in a crowd. But today? You weren’t around. “She around or?”

“She’s in the gym with Ziva—“ Gibbs replied as he sat with a slight huff at his desk. “Training session, hand to hand combat.”

“She’s been doing that a lot hasn’t she?” McGee questioned as he sauntered over to grab a burger. “I mean it’s probably not a bad thing it’s just I don’t know what would have changed to make her suddenly wanna be a—“

“Certifiable badass?” Tony is smirking as Rooster stood with his arms crossed. Gibbs sent him a look of concern and he instantly knew what this was about. The goddamn uranium mission. “Gibbs knows what she’s doing, it’s proud just some phase, like when she got those stupid sea monkeys for her desk that died like a week later.” Bradley knew better than to know this was just a phase.

“I think it might have something to do with the last mission I was on—“ Clearing his throat with a cough before looking around the room. “She’s been a little off since I came back from it.” Rooster wasn’t about to out the fact he’d told you every small detail about that special detachment. No fucking way not with Leroy Jethro Gibbs sitting in his peripheral vision. “Think it might just be a reaction to something I said, accidentally planted in her head—“ Running his hand down his face with a small sigh, Bradley turned to the agents who shared a sympathetic look with him. Every single man in that room would go above and beyond for you—it was just a little sad how blissfully unaware just how far you’d go for them. “Uh, how do I get to the gym?”

“Floor four, take the elevator at the rear and it’s the first door on your right, if you find yourself in the morgue you’ve gone too far.” Rooster just stared at Gibbs with a stone cold face, watching the old man chuckle. He liked messing with the kid. A lot.

“Thanks pops—“ Rooster tapped Gibbs on the shoulder twice before he left, Gibbs returned the small gesture of affection to Rooster's hand, tapping him back once before he walked away. Making his way down to the gym. He got lost—but inevitably ended up in the place you needed to be. He didn’t come to your workplace very often, but on occasion when he knew you weren’t working a major case, he’d stop by security for visitors tag and call Jethro to come collect him.

Bradley wanted to make his appearance known a lot earlier than he did. But he got caught up in watching you train self defense. Sitting by the door with a small plastic cup of water in his hand, Bradley watched you and Ziva spar. Again and again and again you both ran through sequences and various types of martial arts training. The former Mossad agent had always given Bradley heart palpitations—and not in the oh she’s cute kinda way. More in the, He know for a fact she knows a pressure point that could instantly kill me.

“Not good enough!” Ziva hissed at you as you fell to the ground. She’d kicked your legs out from under you and sent you flying towards the ground. Your arse colliding with the harsh rubber sparring mat. “Get up, quickly. You’d be dead by now if this was real.” Ziva wasn’t lying. You wanted her to be harsh with you, be honest and make you vulnerable because that’s how it would really be. “There’s no second chances when you hesitate for even a split second.” Huh, she sounded like Maverick—just more terrifying. Bradley was entrance. Terrified nonetheless, but completely fixated on the session going on.

With a groan, you slowly stood up. Fixing your stance and giving her a nod to say you were good. Setting your hands in a defensive position before Ziva was coming at you with blows left and right. Right hooks, upper cuts, jabs and powerful crosses that you did your best to block and defend against. Grunting and sweating as you ducked and spun around—kicking her legs out from under her. Returning to sender what she had down to you. Sending her down as you pressed a knee into her shoulder.

“How was that?” You gifted her a hand up from the ground. Taking your hand as you pulled Ziva up, she smirked. She was impressed but she’d never tell you that. She wanted you to believe that there was never a level of confidence that could be reached that would one hundred percent guarantee survival.

“Sloppy at best but we can work on it.” Ziva smirked as she turned her head to where Bradley had been sitting. She knew when he’d arrived but didn’t want to break your concentration. “I think your white boy is here?” Turning to where Ziva's eyeline had gone you were met with none other than your fiancé. Chuckling to yourself as you turned back to her you tried to hide your joy.

“I think you mean Flyboy.” It had become a nickname that stuck around the office. Tony, Tim, Ziva and even your dad would all take turns referring to Bradley as Flyboy. Sure, from time to time a Rooster would slip past. Lieutenant was common and Bradshaw was often the baseline on any given day. But Flyboy? It stuck long term. “But you aren’t wrong for that either.” Making your way over to where Rooster stood watching with curious eyes. “Hey! What are you doing here?” With the biggest smile you could conjure, you greeted Bradley with open arms.

“Brought you and the guys some lunch.” Kissing your flushed cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. “Got bored, the house is super clean though.” It had just been one of those days where everything seemed a little overwhelming. You were and always would be Bradley’s satellite though. “What’s with the uh—the kickboxing and self defense maneuvering ?” Bradley knew he knew the answer. Oh he definitely knew the answer. But he wanted to hear you say it first.

He wanted you to be open with him, something was brewing in the incredible mind of yours. He could tell. But you had somewhat shut off the past few weeks. Not as open as you normally were. Keeping something, harboring your own existential crisis that you should have let Bradley in on. After all, it was his honesty and his own breakdown that had sent you into this spiral.

“She’s lacking in her self defense—“ Ziva piped up as she walked towards where you and Bradley stood. In reaction Bradley took a small step back. Ziva just chuckled to herself and shook her head. “Relax Bradshaw I’m done for the day—unless you wanna go a round?”

“I’m good thanks Ziva.” There had been a time where McGee had tricked Rooster into a sparring session with Ziva. He was out cold in a matter of minutes. The former Mossad Agent had accidentally gone a little too hard knowing Bradley was three times her size. She thought he could take it. He couldn’t. That was the first time they’d ever met, that moment still clearly etched into stone on Roosters mind. “It’s good to see you though.”

“Ziva’s just been helping me up my skills Roo—“ Ah fuck, there it was. Roo. You only ever called Bradley Roo in two situations. When you were trying to seduce him or when you were hiding something. He was pretty sure you weren’t trying to seduce him either—so it had to be that you were hiding something. “Gotta be ready for anything, you know.”

“Lieutenant Bradshaw as much as this reunion of ours has warmed my heart, I heard lunch?”

“I left the bag on Tony’s desk, I can’t promise there’s anything left—“ He didn’t get to finish before Ziva was taking off. Starving and knowing DiNozzo wouldn’t leave a crumb of evidence behind. “She’s intense isn’t she.”

“But a valuable asset when it comes to training.” You sighed, heading over to the water station. “I feel like I broke my tailbone.”

“With the way you hit that mat I wouldn’t be surprised.” Bradley taunted as he followed you. “Hey listen, you aren’t doing all this because of the—“

“I don’t really wanna talk about it.” Oh yeah he had you now.

“Baby—“ he cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he stood behind you. His chin resting on your shoulder. “I can’t have you over exerting yourself like this on the chance of a what if.”

“It’s not a what if Bradley, it’s a when—“ You sighed, turning in Bradley’s arms as he moved them to wrap around the back of your neck. “For both of us, it’s not a matter of if but when.”

“That’s a grim outlook.” You didn’t have a comeback, simply sinking into Bradley’s chest, your ear pressing against his heart. “You gotta dial down the training, just a little—it’s not healthy and it’s worrying me to know that the only reason you’re doing it is because I projected.”

“It was a fair projection though, I mean you were right. When the day comes you don’t make it back or when the day comes that I don’t come home—“ Pausing for a moment to look lovingly into Bradley’s eyes. Drink in the sight of him, vomit every small detail to memory. “I wanna be as prepared for whatever could come my way.”

“Can I level with you for a moment?” Leading you into the middle of the sparring ring, Bradley kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. Watching with a small smirk you watched as he took a defensive stance. You followed in return. “Sure, the risks are high.” Rooster made the first move, coming at you with a hand as he stepped forward. Still talking casually as you ducked his blow. “But what about all the other when’s?”

“You mean like when we get married?” You smirked as you made contact with Bradley’s side. A gentle groan escaping as a wave of seriousness cascaded down his face. Oh you were on.

“Or when we finally buy a house together so I don’t feel like I’m all up in your space.” Rooster was talking to you like you were the sun and moon to him. Which you very much were. But the way he was coming at you with blows and punches and kicks—told a different story. He was trying to show you that when the time came, you’d do everything in your ability to fight back.

“Or when we have a couple of kids running around.” You groaned when you dodged a particularly harsh warning hit to the side. Swinging under to try and catch Bradley off guard by kicking his legs out. But he jumped you. “Dick—“

“Do better, You got this.” It was the encouragement coming from Bradley that kept you going until finally you had him down on his arse in defeat. A sudden thud rang out through the gym as you stood towering over your fiancé. Huffing and panting because he’d put up a good fight. “Damn—“

“You’re not too bad yourself.” You offered Bradley a hand up, but he pulled you down on top of him. “Babe!—“

“Please don’t get caught up worrying about things you can’t control. I wanna enjoy you while I’ve got a chance to.”

“You almost didn’t come home.” It was true. He almost didn’t. And Bradley had fallen victim to the existential crisis that was ever looming doom before. It was a consistent and pressing dear you both shared. Losing one another. But it couldn’t be all consuming—if you let the fear of losing a loved one consume you, there wouldn’t be enough room left to love them while you had the chance.

“Key word being almost.” Kissing your lips softly as you straddled his waist. “I will always do my best to come home to you, so long as you promise me the same.”

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fiona-my-love · 1 year

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Hi there lovely! How are you? How have you been? I just saw your post about angst thingy, so I thought if I could request Lucifer(hazbin hotel) x angel!Fem!Reader.

Basically Angel! Fem! Reader and angel Lucifer were together in heaven until when Lucifer went to hell. Angel! Fem! Reader couldn't do anything about that (you can add the reason). When years have passed, Angel! Fem! Reader finally had a chance to go and meet again with Lucifer. When she goes to the hell(you can add something like, what has she gone through just to meet him) and meets Lucifer in the Hazbin Hotel, she sees his wife and his daughter. When they both saw each other, she broke down and went outside followed by Lucifer trying to make her stay for a moment to make him explain.

(Idk what about the end, but you can add that the angel! Fem! Reader is happy that Lucifer is happy with his family etc)

Thank you! Have a lovely day/night!! Take care ^^

Lucifer x Angel! reader angst oneshot.

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA OH MY GOD. Also, just a reminder: I don’t do gendered readers. Thanks!

Today was finally the day. After all this time, all these centuries.

“Lucifer!” You cried out.

He tried to grab your hand, but it was too late. He had done the ultimate sin, and he was going to pay the price. You watched in utter horror as your lovers wings were ripped apart, the cracking and blood-curdling scream were unbearable.

You would finally see him again.

You knew exactly where he had gone, exactly what he had become. So, you made the journey. What you didn’t know is you would be greeted with the sight of him right away, and not just him, but what looked to be his family.

You didn’t know what to do. You reached out a hand to cup his cheek, but he pushed it away. “I.. I’m sorry. You’re truly amazing, but.. I moved on.” He sighed. You felt bittersweet, you had waited all this time just for this. But, at the same time, he was happier like this. And if you truly loved him, you would respect him and his new life.

“Listen,” you sniffled. “I’m just glad you’re happy after all this time, darling..” He looked at you sympathetically, but his face turned bitter. “Don’t call me that.” he spoke, distain on his tongue. You were taken aback, but it was understandable. What you had was in the past now.

But that doesn’t mean it hurt any less. It felt like it was just yesterday the two of you were as close as could be, love’s purest form. You two were made for each other, but the world ripped it away from you without a second thought. It was cruel, but with a heavy heart, you knew you had to accept it. He was with someone else now. Your lives were once intertwined, but they had drifted away. You two were so different from what you used to be, at some point you hit a tear line.

It was hard to accept it, but it was all you could do. “I’m sorry, I’m just..” your words got caught in your throat. “I understand that it’s been a long time, but.. it would’ve been nice if you could’ve given me a heads up.” He glared at you, almost dumbfounded. “Are you serious?” he seethed. “It’s been, god, hundreds of years at this point. What did you expect?” You stared ahead. You were by no means surprised, but his harshness stung.

“I just.. I still love you..” you muttered. He exhaled, “It doesn’t matter. I’ve moved on and you need to do the same.” You gave up at that point. You were happy that he was happy.

“I’m just glad you’re doing okay. It feels good to know there was someone else to take care of you. I hope she’s treating you well, and I’m glad to see you have the family you always wanted.” You said with honesty, though there was a bit of bitterness in your voice for the last part. You two were always dreaming of having a family, but now he’s chosen someone else to have that family with. What a pity.

But alas, you said your goodbyes. It was like he was a rose, with captivating beauty but too many thorns to be a keeper. His thorns tightened around your heart as you left. It was a shame, you would’ve thought that after all this time he’d be at least a little grateful to see you.

On the inside, it meant the word to him. Your support truly put him at ease, all those years weren’t for nothing. Though he may not love you now, you used to be his muse, and for that he respects you.

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fantastic-nonsense · 2 years

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also before anyone gets the wrong idea about my Jason response, I wasn't trying to say that Jason doesn't care about women and kids or that a well-characterized Jason wouldn't respect women. The point I was trying to make is that while Canon!Jason is perfectly happy to shoot rapists or abusers or drug dealers dealing to kids because he thinks they're scum, he's not shown as someone who like...specifically sets out to protect the unprotected or thinks it's his actual mission to do so.

Post-Crisis!Jason had exactly two life goals as Red Hood: make Batman's life a living hell by creating chaos and prove he's "better" at crimefighting than Bruce. Even taking over Gotham's gang scene was largely a means to an end for him. He kills all those guys because he genuinely thinks the world is better off without them, but his primary goal is not actually to clean up Gotham for the sake of cleaning it up or to protect other people from suffering his own fate; it's to fuck with and piss off Bruce by showing him that his way (killing people and becoming a crime lord) is a "more effective" way of solving crime. And in doing so, he often fucked over or blatantly used people he would have previously died to protect when he was Robin.

And whether or not you agree with that characterization, Judd Winick has been very open in interviews about how Jason's hypocrisy is something he genuinely enjoyed writing, so it was clearly a deliberate choice on his part to portray Jason that way even disregarding the various awful OOC characterizations of Jason we had to deal with in other post-Crisis stories:

As we saw in the original run, he’s also comfortable controlling crime and even becoming a part of it. He can’t kill everyone, nor does he want to. So, along with handing out his own brand of justice, he does believe that crime can be controlled. Batman had said it makes you a crime lord. Jason doesn’t think it makes him a crime lord at all. He thinks it makes him a much more effective Batman. Yes, Jason sees what he’s doing as making himself into a better Batman, the Batman that the world actually needs today. But some of that is just Jason fooling himself. The truth is, all of it is based in the fact that Jason is just damaged and tortured and angry with Bruce. And this is a constant revenge upon him..... ......I also like the fact that Jason’s actions aren’t black and white. Sometimes he functions in that gray area, and it gives you the license to be somewhat hypocritical, because he is. I used to do that with Oliver Queen in Green Arrow, and people would go crazy, because I thought it was interesting to explore that sometimes he’s a bit of a hypocrite. I find that likable about the character. And in Jason’s case, he professes that he’s trying to be a better Batman and he’s trying to rid the world of evil, but then he’s also just trying to stick it to Batman. It’s very much a man-child thing going on. [x]

Warning for victim-blaming Jason for his own death in this one:

Jason can do a certain level of good in one arc and a horrible in the next, and none of that would be out of character. He’s very unpredictable. Maybe that’s what makes him kind of interesting. He’s someone who is tortured, he’s someone who is damaged, he is someone who has been through a lot and is still just trying to find his way. You could say he’s a good man who does very, very bad things, and it’s not always the case that he’s doing bad things for the greater good, sometimes it’s doing bad things just for the bad. Killing villains in his opinion isn’t a bad thing. There is somewhat a message and methodology to what he’s doing, but at the same time he lets his emotions get the better of him. It’s what got him killed. It’s the sort of thing that Jason, in a way, wouldn’t surprise me if he is viewed as somewhat heroic for a fashion, but then falls back on bad behavior, which could happen from year to year, you don’t know. From anti-hero to villain to back again, I don’t know. [x]

So that's the opinion of the man who brought Jason back to life, wrote his debut arc as Red Hood, and also wrote the one other post-Crisis story Jason fans universally like (Lost Days).

Meanwhile post-Flashpoint!Jason is generally too busy dealing with his own trauma and his teammates' issues to actually dedicate any significant, consistent effort to protecting and saving vulnerable populations like sex workers, abused women, and orphaned children. Wanting to save them is usually his response when he stumbles upon something happening, but reboot!Jason generally does not consider it a core moral mission to seek out opportunities to protect or save these groups. Writers other than Scott Lobdell occasionally gave him stories featuring him doing so, but they were incredibly few and far between since Lobdell was Jason's primary writer for nearly a decade. Not to mention Lobdell's blatant misogyny led to a Jason that repeatedly objectified women and engaged in casual sexism on a depressingly regular basis...which despite being theoretically antithetical to Jason's childhood and Robin-era characterization is a characterization he maintained throughout the majority of his post-reboot appearances. So like...that's also a thing to consider.

DC finally seems to be moving a little more in the direction of matching Jason's motivations with his pre-death characterization (where he DID consistently showcase a genuine respect for women and desire to protect vulnerable children), but until that becomes a more consistent aspect of his character now I can't in good conscience pretend like fanon's interpretation of Red Hood!Jason as this incredibly pro-woman guy who has a core character trait of respecting and protecting women and wanting to keep children out of the crossfire actually exists in canon. That's the point I was trying to make in my original post about Jason and Helena. Nothing more, nothing less.

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thegoblinboy · 1 year

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Eddie hated sports, with all of guts. He enjoyed interviewing people but when it came to sports he knew nothing. The people he typically asked questions to were all the movie stars and huge rockstars, it wasn’t all that hard to come up with question for people who he was actually interested in! He had gotten the call the night before from Robin Buckley, a friend of his who was also a journalist but did everything he hated. Which was sports. Of course his first question was why Nancy Wheeler wasn’t the first option for this. (Apparently she was out with the same thing Robin got, how convenient)

So that’s how Eddie found himself standing on a baseball field with a awkward smile. Shoulders tense as he gives the camera a plead for help. He had no idea what he was doing, and thankfully someone knew that and prepared questions for him to ask. He was wearing his Black Sabbath baseball jersey, the only sports related thing he owned. His hair was pulled up in a bun as he waits patiently for whoever the fuck he was interviewing to come over. Everything about this was boring, and he was more than willing to get hit in the head with a baseball to stop this interview from happening. Robin Buckley owed him he left kidney.

He straightens himself up when he sees one of the guys running off the field. He was buff yet somehow lean in a nice dad bod kind of way, he ran smoothly across the fired laughing with guys on the field. Eddie did not know who this was, but he wasn’t that dumb to not guess that this guy was probably a huge deal right now. His number was twenty eight, and he was right in front of the camera within seconds. He doesn’t even look like he broke a sweat getting to them. His smile is bright as he shakes hands with the camera guy, and then Eddie’s. Who’s mind goes blank for a second trying to process what was happening. His hand was twice the size of Eddie’s, palm rough from playing to much baseball and the shirt he was wearing was not hiding how big his chest was.

“Hi I’m Steve.” He introduces with a sweet smile. And oh god he looked like a golden retriever. “You must be Eddie right? Robin called and told me I would be talking to you today.” He hums gently. Eyes never leaving Eddie’s. (Fuck he was also super respectful) The guy was extremely charismatic and Eddie’s brain was not handling it well. Snapping into action he stutters over his words for a second.

“Yeah I’m Eddie, I know absolutely nothing about sports so don’t expect this to be the best interview you’ve ever gotten.” He laughs gently smiling a bit at the other who’s attitude doesn’t change. He just nods his head in understanding.

“Yeah don’t worry, Robin acts like she knows what she’s talking about all the time as well. You’ll be fine.” He says with a knowing grin. Playfully patting Eddie on the shoulder as he leans around him to take a water from one of the numerous people surrounding them. Once again Eddie’s brain stutters. He turns around himself taking the mic that he would be holding up for Steve talk into.

It doesn’t take long for everyone to get situated, the camera on and recording as Eddie asks the most basic questions ever (steve some how turns them interesting) they are almost finished and Eddie has to say that this wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought. Up until the point Steve moves faster then Eddie can catch on. Hand in the air with a baseball now, something that wasn’t there before. It was only a few inches away from hitting Eddie in the head. “Guys! Keep it on the fire!” Steve is yelling, as he quickly pitches it back to one of his teammates. Eddies a little shocked, that was kind of the hottest thing he’s ever seen in his life. He’s pretty sure if he could get wet, he would be right now. His mouth is open a bit as Steve turns back to him.

“Sorry about that, sometimes they don’t know how to keep the ball on the field.” He chuckles, sounding extremely embarrassed. As if he didn’t just save Eddie’s life.

“Dude you were like- one of the Cullens from twilight fast how the fuck?” Of course they had to bleep the word out as Steve smiles with a blush. Arms crossed over his chest bashfully. Everyone around them snorting a bit at Eddie’s comparison. “What! That’s literally the only time baseball has been on my tv!” He says laughing gently as he turns back to Steve who was close to a laughing fit.

“We should probably get off the field before any of them hear you comparing me to twilight.” Steve laughs as he moves gesturing for the interview to move somewhere more safe.

And if Eddie walks away with a phone number, and with a dozens of messages from Robin and Nancy about how they just seen the interview. Well that was for him to know.

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 2 months

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I blocked 11 accounts today because I logged into tumblr after days and wanted to see what Jimin has been upto and his hashtags were polluted with random Jikook ship stuff. It was so annoying. Some lewser claiming the youngest doesn’t think of JM as the best dancer or handsome but thinks of him as his beloved. I threw up internally and physically had a visceral reaction, ngl. Good lord, does it not make you ashamed to write the other half of your ship isn’t as talented as the group but that’s okay because the maknae loves him? What god level image do you have of JK that you can only appreciate JM because he likes him? “It doesn’t matter if JM isn’t the best dancer coz JK looks at him like he hung the stars”???? Who the fk died made JK the lord of judgements? IDC what his opinion is. I need my guy to get his flowers. Have they ever thought of Park Motherfkn Jimin as an artist? I need them to go extinct. I don’t care for shipping, you do you. But to never acknowledge their artistry is a sickness.

Someone sent me a link to the post, so yeah I saw it.

My opinion's still the same as when he went on and on during a live about Taehyung being the most handsome/beautiful (I don't remember the korean word he used for it) person he's ever seen. And at the time jikookers were trying to find excuses but I said; I know it's normal to think other people are more beautiful than your partner; it can happen, we're not always going to date the most incredible looking person on earth, and that's okay. What is not ok to me is go live to millions of people and say "his best friend is the most good looking person I've ever seen". If you're in a relationship, you can't just say that your partner's best friend takes your breath away like...

Jungkook has never thought Jimin was the best in the group at anything. At least he's never said it and he never will. Once too, they went to that show where they had to write something they wanted to hear from another member and Jungkook wanted to hear "you're a good dancer" from Hoseok. And he wanted to hear from him because he respects Hoseok as a dancer and wanted his approval. So I do think he means it when he says Hoseok is the best dancer to him.

I guess what's annoying about shippers is

1) that Jimin actually talks about Jungkook like he's the best in a lot of stuff. He's talked a lot about looking to him for help in singing, and has even said Jungkook is a better dancer than him even when everyone knows that's not true. Jimin goes as far as including Jungkook in the "visual" line, even though the official narrative is Jin and V are, so he'd be okay if he just said vjin. But Jimin is actually a person with a defined personality that doesn't compromise his morals or opinions for others. So if he thinks Jungkook is good looking as V and Jin, he will just say so. And yet all those things fly over jikookers heads. They'll ignore all that and will tirelessly go back to the one time Jungkook compliments Jimin to make up for all the other times he could've, but didn't.

2) that they can't just acknowledge and accept it. They have to write ten thousand excuses and turn everything into a romance novel to make it seem like yes, Jungkook is saying this or that but secretly he thinks different. Secretly, he thinks the world of Jimin and Jimin only. Secretly, he would never think anyone is better than Jimin.

Just the amount of coping.

As I've said once before too, it's gotten to the point where not only they scramble to find reasons (beyond skinship) to think that they're dating, but also to make Jungkook the kind of boyfriend they think he is. They can't just be like "okay jikook might be dating and Jungkook is kind of a piece of shit for saying this or doing that". No. They have to turn everything around and write stuff like "he hung the stars on the sky" only so Jungkook won't stop being the ideal boyfriend they've made up in their minds.

And that relates to what you say about us not really caring about Jungkook's opinion, but how we have to acknowledge these things anyways because all this discourse does is feed into the idea that Jimin is not as good as someone else. I've written about it before, too; that it really doesn't matter that it's him saying it, but just about giving credit where credit is due. Pjms actually have these conversations about Yoongi and other members as well.

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divorcedmalewife · 1 year

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KP Anniversary Week 3; Prompt "Confession"

also posted on AO3!

Kim has never been very forthright. Very rarely is he ever direct and honest about anything in his life.

Porchay, Kim is quickly realizing, is the exception.

It’s been weeks since they tentatively started talking again and Kim likes to think they’ve become friends, in a weird sort of way. Kim wasn’t too sure he could be “just friends” with Porchay. But he would try. He would do anything to keep Porchay in his life. To keep his warmth and love as close as possible.

Has Kim said any of this out loud? Of course he hasn’t. Kim has learned from a very young age that you should only tell someone the truth as a last resort. That trusting someone with your true intentions and thoughts is dangerous.

Porchay is the opposite of Kim in that respect. He has always worn his heart on his sleeve and preferred telling the truth over a lie. Even if they lie would make his life easier.

Kim isn’t used to the kind of honesty that Porchay brings to his life. It’s… refreshing in a way. It’s simple for Kim. He knows that no matter what, he can rely on Chay to tell him the truth. To be honest with him.

Even in everyday life, Porchay just says what he wants to; say’s what he‘s thinking.

“I love hia but I swear if he asks me one more time if I’m okay, I may have to punch him.”

“I don’t know if it’s just because I’m in a pissy mood but Khun is being annoying today.”

“Your dad fucking sucks.”

“You should wear the denim jacket more, it looks good.”

“I like your apartment way more than the compound. I hate it here.”

Kim finds himself replying honestly and not just saying what he thinks Porchay wants to hear. It’s a change — saying what he means and meaning what he says without worrying about what the consequences are. But that’s the effect Chay has on him.

“Your brother can be irritating. He’d probably let you punch him though.”

“Khun is literally always annoying. Want me to pick you up?”

“Yeah…. He does.”

“I like it more than the leather, actually.”

“On my way.”

Each time Kim lets himself be open and honest with Porchay, it feels like a secret confession.

When Porchay reached out to Kim for the first time, asking for answers, Kim readily gave them to Porchay. He was ready to lay it all out for him. And he did. The moment Porchay asked questions, Kim gave him the honest truth.

“Yes, it was me who left all those bodies at the bar.”

“Yes, I loved your song, it meant everything to me.”

“All the time we spent together was real to me too.”

But there is one thing Kim is still keeping close to his heart. He hasn’t told Porchay that he loves him.

Porchay probably knows; he’s smart like that. But Kim knows he deserves to be told the whole truth.

Although, Kim doesn’t think he deserves reciprocation, but he’s working on it. And Kim knows better than to make decisions for Porchay. Kim will tell him eventually and he’ll let Porchay decide where they go from there. Porchay will decide if he wants to keep being just friends or if he wants to try again.

So they keep texting. They keep hanging out. They even play music together again. It’s everything Kim ever wanted since he realized he had fallen for Chay. All that’s missing, in Kim’s opinion, is being able to kiss Porchay and wake up next to him every morning.

In the end, it’s not even Kim who first brings their relationship status up again.

One lazy afternoon, Porchay has his head in Kim’s lap and he’s scrolling through social media while Kim reads a book. Kim has a hand in Porchay’s hair. To Kim, the position doesn’t seem entirely platonic; not that he’s going to complain about it. This is where Kim wants Porchay to be anyway. Kim doesn’t give a single fuck that they’re straddling the line between “just friends” and something that isn’t “just” anything.

Porchay could never be “just” anything to him.

“P’Kim,” Porchay says quietly.

Kim makes a questioning hum but when Porchay doesn’t say anything else, Kim puts the book down to Look Porchay in the eye — only to find Porchay is already looking up at him. He looks so soft, with his hair askew from Kim’s ministrations and the threadbare t-shirt that he borrowed from Kim’s closet. Kim feels his heartbeat quickly as he stares into the pair of eyes that made him question everything in his life.

“Yes, Porchay?” Kim asks.

“You love me,” Porchay says.

He doesn’t phrase it like a question. Like the statement itself is an answer. Kim supposes it is. It’s the answer to why Kim let Porchay in. It’s the answer to everything. Why is Kim doing this? Because he loves Porchay. Why is Kim acting like this? Because he loves Porchay. Why does Kim feel like he’s safe again? Because he loves Porchay. Why does Kim feel like he can be okay again? Because he loves Porchay.

“Yeah,” Kim replies softly. “I do love you.” It’s just one more honest statement that Kim makes because he knows he can. Because he knows Chay won’t use the truth against him.

Porchay’s bright smile in response is enough to make Kim know that every vulnerable moment with Porchay is worth it.

“I love you too,” Porchay says.

#kpappreciation #kimchay #kimporchay #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #of ocurse it was going to be kimchay who do you take me for?#someone who still isnt obsessed with them?#as if #almost got this one to 1000 words but alas #i was so excited to post this one too cndksjnfdjksnc

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