#anyways back to SCREAMING AND JUMPING WITH JOY

[emilylsart]

welp GUESS WHAT I WATCHED ON MY SUDDEN PLANE TRIP TODAY

[momentomori24]

Ahhh, the September 5th. The day after the 5 year anniversary of the Sans being in Smash reveal. *blows kiss at my 12 year old self* Happy anniversary of a very happy memory to you too, you little unhinged maniac. This is all for you.

[sinsxo]

pretty please? —blue lock

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro.

synopsis. who knew shopping with their wife and daughter could be this much of a handful? especially when they know that they’re spoiling both of you but can’t say no anyway.

cw. drabble, you guys are married and have a toddler daughter, fem!reader, fluff.

wc. 1.3k words, not proofread.

blue lock: girl dad diaries.

isagi yoichi ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

isagi didn’t realise how terrifying a shopping trip could be until he found himself standing in the middle of a toy store with both hands completely full — shopping bags hanging off every finger, and your toddler staring him down with the most intense pout on her face.

in her hands was a giant barbie dreamhouse box. it was ridiculous. it was taller than her. and her eyes were already starting to glisten.

“hey… i think we’ve bought enough toys for today. we can come back next time and get that one, okay?” isagi said, voice trembling as he tried to reason with the 3-year-old.

“whyyy??” she whined, lips wobbling.

“i just think, y’know… you might not have room for all these at home,” he tried. “and it’s kinda heavy. you don’t even like barbies that much, right?”

she looked down at her feet dramatically, like she was mourning the death of her dreams. and then — she looked up.

it was the look. wide eyes, lower lip sticking out, mouth open just enough like she was holding back a sob. head tilted upwards with a soft little sniffle.

“okay! okay! we’ll get it! don’t cry!” isagi panicked, awkwardly tucking the dreamhouse under his arm and picking her up with the other.

you came back from the bathroom to see him near the register. “another one?” you asked, raising a brow.

“yeah, another one,” isagi said, smiling, but his eyes were screaming. “else we’d have to deal with another tantrum.”

you grinned. “hey, after this… can we stop by chanel?”

“…chanel? why?”

you just smiled at him.

“…yeah. okay.” isagi sighed. he knew he never really had a choice when you smiled like that.

as you looped your arm around his and your daughter happily hugged her new barbie box, isagi glanced between the two of you — his heart a little fuller despite the bags weighing him down.

he didn’t know how he ended up being the wallet, the chauffeur, and the designated bag-holder. but if it meant seeing the two of you this happy, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

itoshi rin ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you were trying on clothes in the fitting room while rin sat on a bench, scrolling on his phone and trying to stay sane. meanwhile, your daughter was bouncing between shelves with sparkly shoes and little dresses in both arms.

“papa!” she ran up to him with way too many things. “i wan’ these!”

rin stared blankly. “…all of them?”

she nodded enthusiastically.

“pick one,” he said.

“nooo, pwease?” she blinked up at him, her little hands clutching the dresses she picked out like it was life or death.

rin exhaled. “you have so many at home.”

“but not these,” she whispered, like it was the most important secret in the world.

he clenched his jaw. “no. one is enough.”

“papa…” her voice cracked. she hugged the clothes tighter and looked like she was going to cry. “pweaseee?”

rin groaned and covered his face. “…fine. just this once.”

“yay!!”

just then, you stepped out with a pretty dress and smiled. “think this one’s cute?”

before he could even answer, you hit him with the same exact expression your daughter just used.

he blinked.

“…are you both doing this on purpose?”

you and your daughter just smiled at him.

he sighed, already reaching for his wallet. he was weak — and he knew it. he gave up, walking toward the register with a cart full of glittery chaos.

“thank you, papa!!” your daughter beamed, jumping with joy.

you celebrated with her while he stood there, wallet out, caught between dread and awe.

his sigh was deep, but the smile he tried to hide was real. he watched the two of you — matching grins, eyes sparkling.

being loved by the two of you was overwhelming. but loving you back? even easier.

“…let’s just not make this a weekly thing,” he muttered, slipping an arm around your waist as your daughter grabbed his hand again.

even if it did become weekly, he already knew he’d say yes every time. he knew he was spoiling you both. he definitely knew.

but with the way you and your daughter looked at him, how was he ever supposed to say no?

itoshi sae ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

sae always prided himself on being the firm parent. no unnecessary spending, no spoiling. at least, that was the idea.

you were browsing at a boutique while your daughter tugged at his sleeve and pointed at a necklace display. “papa… i wan’ this shiny!”

“you have shiny stuff at home,” he said flatly, barely sparing it a glance. “your drawer can’t even close.”

“but dis one has a star…”

“and? you’ve got hearts, moons, suns—”

“pweaseeee.”

“no.”

“pweasee papaaaa.”

“still no.”

she tried being cute. then she tried hugging him. then she tried sweet talking him. and when none of it worked, she huffed and crossed her arms with a dramatic pout.

“meanie papa.”

sae raised a brow. “what did you just say?”

“you’re mean, papa.”

he stared at her. she stared back. a silent face-off in the middle of a luxury store.

and then… he cracked. “fine. just one. you’re such a brat, you know that?”

as she squealed and hugged his leg, you appeared behind him with a small box of perfume in hand.

“could i get this too?”

“you too?”

“please, baby?” you said with a sweet smile.

he pinched the bridge of his nose. “…i need a refund on my pride.”

you kissed his cheek on the way out. “you’re such a softie.”

“i’m not,” he muttered.

but your daughter was skipping ahead, clutching her necklace, and you were beside him with your perfume bag, fingers brushing his — and yeah. maybe he was a softie.

but only for the two people in the world who could talk him into anything — and somehow make him love every second of it.

nagi seishiro ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

nagi had no idea how he got dragged into this. he thought it’d be a quick trip. thirty minutes, tops.

now it was hour three. he was trailing behind you and your daughter like a transport animal, arms full of bags, back slightly hunched, dragged around by both of you.

“papa! look!” your daughter ran up with a pair of matching pyjamas. “you wear it too!”

he blinked down at the pastel chaos. “uh... do i gotta?”

“yes!” she nodded like her life depended on it. “family jammies!”

you walked over and kissed his cheek. “please?”

he sighed. “...fine.”

fast-forward an hour and he was carrying even more bags, another plushie, your purse, and a half-eaten cookie your daughter handed him like it was a gift.

“you okay?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“my soul left my body three stores ago.”

just as you were heading out, your daughter tugged on his sleeve. “can we go to da pink store next?”

nagi didn’t even ask. he just yawned. “...sure.”

the pink store was loud. the colours were loud. even the air smelled loud.

but not louder than your daughter dragging him by the hand like a tiny gremlin tour guide, pointing at everything pink, sparkly, or vaguely shaped like a dessert.

“papa! dis one! i want it for sleep time!”

she shoved a squishy unicorn pillow into his face. he blinked. looked over at you, who were comparing moisturisers like your life depended on it.

“i’ll hug you forever if you say yes.”

“...okay.”

“yay!!”

you came back to find the shopping basket overflowing.

“i left you alone for ten minutes.”

“yeah,” he said, deadpan. “we did some damage.”

you looked at your daughter, now happily cuddling the unicorn. then at him.

“you’re such a pushover.”

“i know.”

you held up something cute. “so... can i get this too? i’ll give you a kiss whenever you want.”

he looked at the item. then at you. then sighed like a man who’d already accepted his fate.

“...fine.”

but he gets a forever-hug from your daughter and unlimited kisses from you.

honestly? best trade deal in history.

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[holyblonded]

rattled | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen reader, barcelona femeni x teen!reader

summary: your mouth gets you into serious trouble

warnings: head injuries, implications of blood

notes: i don’t enjoy the way i wrote this or ended it that why it hadn’t been posted but y’all really wanted this one. the chances of this getting rewritten is extremely high 😭

There’s something about game days that gives you a rush like nothing else. Maybe it was your love for the game, the pure, unfiltered joy of stepping onto the pitch and knowing you were exactly where you belonged. Or maybe, just maybe, it was your love for talking shit.

As much as it might sound horrible, you couldn’t help it, there was something deeply satisfying about getting under an opponent’s skin. You loved watching the way their faces scrunched up in frustration, the way their movements got just a little more reckless, a little less focused. You didn’t always say much in your opinion, just enough. Just a glance, a smirk, a well-timed comment whispered under your breath as you walked past. You didn’t need to scream to make someone unravel. You just needed to smile at the right moment.

By the time you were in the locker room, boots laced, hair slicked back, headphones blasting, you were practically vibrating with energy. The speaker in the corner of the room was booming with Sexyy Red, the bass making the walls hum as you danced around in your compression shorts and undershirt, hyping up everyone in sight.

“Let’s gooooo!” you shouted, clapping your hands as you bounced from one side of the locker room to the other, pulling teammates into your orbit whether they liked it or not. “They don’t know what’s about to hit them today, I’m telling you right now!”

Jana was laughing, boots half-on, as you danced behind her and smacked her shoulder pads like drums. Mapi whistled at you as you slid on your socks and started freestyling some chaotic chant that made absolutely no sense but got everyone screaming anyway. The vibe was electric, loud, unhinged, exactly how you liked it.

You stood on the bench, arms wide, head thrown back as you yelled, “They gonna have to call the fire department after this game ‘cause I’m about to set this whole pitch on fire!”

The locker room exploded in laughter and cheers except for Ona, who was leaning against her cubby, arms crossed, trying not to smile.

“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble,” she said, shaking her head at you.

You jumped down and stuck your tongue out at her. “They gotta catch me first.”

Then you turned right back around, shouting over the music, “This is our house! Let’s make them regret ever showing up today!”

The nerves melted off you completely. You were in your element. You were ready to go to war. And win or lose, you were going to make damn sure they remembered your name.

The air was tense at Camp Nou, thick with anticipation even though the scoreboard read 5–1. You had two goals already— one in the first half, one just ten minutes into the second, but you were hunting for blood. The crowd buzzed with every touch you took, the energy crackling like static. Wolfsburg was playing dirty, and you were playing right into it.

They had two defenders on you now, crowding your space every time you got near the box. You were talking mad shit, your voice cutting through the drizzle and noise, lips curling into a smug grin. And not just in Spanish or English, you’d spent the last few weeks learning German just so you could spit it back at them on the pitch.

“Du bist zu langsam, komm schon!” You shouted as you flicked the ball through their legs. (You're too slow, come on)

You could feel how pissed they were getting, and it only fueled you more.

Across the pitch, Alexia cupped her hands around her mouth. “Estrella! Cool it!”

You waved her off without turning around. “I got this, mami!”

The whistle blew. Play resumed. You took the ball at midfield and spun out of a tackle like you were made of wind and fire. The defenders tried to hold you back, but you slipped through the cracks like you were born there. You could feel her chasing, nipping at your heels, but you kicked into another gear, outrunning her like she was standing still. One touch. Another. Back of the net. Hat-trick.

You slipped as you turned to celebrate, the wet grass catching you off-balance, sending you to the ground. You laughed to yourself, raising an arm as if to say did you see that?!—but before you could even move—

Crack. A blinding pain split your skull, and your vision went white. You didn’t even hear the roar of the crowd; everything was static. Everything stopped. The stadium went dead silent. You didn’t move.

Ona was the first to react— she sprinted to you, panic all over her face, with Jana right behind her. Patri and Lucy had already turned toward the Wolfsburg defender, fury etched across their faces. The ref stormed in, pulled a red card from her pocket like it burned her hand, and shoved it in the air.

Alexia stood frozen. Eyes wide. Mouth open.

Ingrid touched her shoulder. “Ale.”

Alexia blinked, stumbled forward, then sprinted.

She dropped to her knees beside you, her hands shaking. “Estrella, Estrella—” Her voice cracked.

You didn’t move. On the bench, the girls were already crying. Vicky’s hands were clasped over her mouth, tears streaking down her cheeks. Sydney was crying too, hugging her tight.

The medics arrived fast, sprinting across the pitch with the stretcher, but time had warped— every second felt too long. Ona and Jana were ushered away, both of them breaking down as they backed off, whispering to each other between choked sobs.

Up in the family box, Eli had her eyes squeezed shut like she was praying. Her lips moved, no sound escaping. Alba’s hands were shaking so badly she could barely hold her phone. “She’s okay. She’s strong. She’s okay,” she repeated over and over, as if saying it would make it true.

Olga sat stiffly, holding Eli’s hand in both of hers, her eyes closed, jaw clenched. She couldn’t look. She couldn’t breathe.

Soleil stood a few rows down in the stands, surrounded by friends who were trying to soothe her, but she couldn’t hear them. Her eyes were locked on you. Her chest felt like it was caving in. You never looked like that. You were always fire, always motion, always larger than life. And now, you were still. Too still.

The medics huddled. Pere ran down from the technical area. One of the medics shook their head. Silent tears ran down Vicky’s cheeks. Sydney covered her face.

Finally, slowly, you stirred. Your hand twitched. Your lips moved. Alexia exhaled like it hurt. She stayed beside you as they loaded you onto the stretcher, brushing the damp hair from your face. You didn’t open your eyes all the way, but you reached for her hand— and she held on like she’d never let go.

The crowd clapped. Loud. Raw. Hopeful. As they carried you off the pitch, Alexia walked beside the stretcher, hand in yours. Silent, but present. Your team watched. The world watched as you were, for once in your life, silent.

[headdinthewall]

MATCH CELEBRATIONS ── g.clarke ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary : in which george forgets to celebrate his goal during the match, so he makes up for it afterwards a/n : my brain is just full of creative ideas atm so… also can you tell george is my favourite? but i was rewatching the charity match and got this idea // italics is stephen doing the commentary content : established relationship ,, sexual innuendos ,, mentions of injury ,, a severe lack of knowledge on how football works xx

─────── THE ENERGY THROUGHOUT Wembley Stadium was electric and buzzing. The match had gone incredibly smoothly so far, with a new record of 16 goals being scored, making the overall score be 8-8 with only eight minutes to go. Your fingers were crossed on your lap, knees bouncing nervously as your boyfriend was subbed back on.

You were sat between Sabina and Arthur, both of them talking to you and making casual conversation. You and Sabina murmured over what the hell was going on during the match and the newest make up releases that were actually worth buying, while you listened to Arthur just complain about the constant off-side passes — whatever that meant.

You continuously checked your phone, a nervous habit you picked up when George wasn’t around. It made no sense — of course — because it’s not like he could text you right now anyway, he was literally on the pitch.

“Oh! It’s a corner! It’s a corner!” Arthur exclaimed, hand gripping your arm ridiculously tight, causing your bracelets to dig into your arms.

“Arthur!” You hissed, pushing him off like an annoyed older sibling.

“Sorry.” He laughed, staring at the huddle of players in front of the goal.

Tobi was stepping back, preparing to boot the ball towards them.

Just as he did, Angry Ginge completely missed his defence kick, the ball flying straight past him and into the foot of—

George.

All of a sudden, the stadium burst into screams and yells of support and excitement, everyone raising from their seats as your boyfriend’s foot knocked the ball into the back of the goal (and himself in the process as he stumbled into the net).

“Oh my God!” You screeched, standing and jumping whilst clapping, “Yes George! Oh my God, yes!”

Arthur and Isaac were just as excited as you, arms around each other’s shoulders and jumping in joy. Arthur pulled you into it and you laughed at their boisterous celebration.

George looked incredibly confused as he ran towards Tobi, gesturing between the two of them and trying to figure out who was actually to be credited, but when the rest of the Sidemen team joined in on clapping his back, he relished in the feeling.

He found you in the crowd and waved, resulting in him getting an air kiss back.

“And there goes George and his mrs, subtle PDA, we love to see it. Blowing kisses at him, though I’m sure he’ll be getting more blowing of another kind for that goal.”

You cupped your mouth with both hands and whooped for him, screaming loudly.

The cheering died down as the game continued to progress but you still couldn’t get over the adrenaline rush of the love of your life scoring a goal right in front of your eyes.

The grin never left your face, even after Theo Baker scored a last minute equaliser, making the score 9-9.

“Does that mean penalties?” You looked over at Arthur and Isaac, and they nodded.

You refrained as much as you could from biting your nails, considering you’d just had them done a couple days ago.

The crowd was in utter shock as Sketch saved Simons goal, as he was known for being a great penalty shooter.

As the game came to an end, with Speed getting the winning shot for the Youtube Allstars, a lot of people began filing out of the stadium, ready to leave and go home, yoy however, could not, as you had to wait for George.

From your spot, you could vaguely see Munya and Els doing interviews on the pitch, grabbing different players and putting a microphone in their face.

“Clarkey! Clarkey!” Munya called out, grabbing George’s shoulder and turning him to the camera. “Your goal virginity is gone!”

“Yes.” George laughed.

“How does that feel?”

“Well, it’s one of them ticked off the least, hopefully that means the second one tonight!” He joked, smirking, “No, um, honestly I had absolutely no idea that it was my goal, hence the complete lack of celebration and just, sort of, pointing at Tobi, um, but no, insane.”

“With more time, how would you have celebrated?” Munya asked.

“I—“ George laughed with a scoff, “I don’t think time was the problem, I think it’s just that I’m a pure idiot— uhm, but I do have a celebration now … where is she?” He hummed, eyes scanning the crowd and then pointing at you. “Isn’t she beautiful.”

He beckoned you down, waving his hand at you.

“Me?” You mouthed, pointing at yourself.

“Yeah! Come down!” He shouted, even though you probably couldn’t hear him.

“Is this a camera moment?” Munya questioned, confused as to what was going on.

“I mean, it’s going to be caught on the fifty thousand phones that are here, so might as well get it in good quality.” George shrugged with a laugh.

You made your way down the stairs and through the tunnel, when security stopped you.

“Sorry, love, players and interviewers only.”

“Oh, no, my boyfriend asked me to come down—“

“Tom, it’s good.” Simon came through, patting the security on the back, “She’s allowed through.

Tom nodded and let you past.

“Why does he want me?” You asked Simon, as he clearly had an idea as to what was going on.

“No idea.” He lied, gesturing for you to follow him.

You jogged up to George, ecstatic to be seeing him, and threw yourself at him, arms around his shoulders, “I’m so proud of you!”

He laughed, arms around your waist, and tapped your bottom to put you down.

“I’ve got something for you.” George stated, stepping back slightly.

Munya and the camera man cleared the scene, allowing him more space.

“What— Oh my God.”

The air was knocked from your lungs as you watched George, panting and flushed red from his exertion, as he got down on one knee.

His eyes were full of pure adoration and nothing short of unconditional, eternal love.

The air around you seemed thick, and despite the roar of the crowd and buzzing atmosphere around you, it didn’t seem real. You were grounded by his presence, and the scenes around you disappeared, as if it were just you two, alone, on a field of grass.

“Reader … you have been in my life for seven years now, and those seven years have been the most wonderful, exhilarating years of my life, and I genuinely couldn’t have done this whole Youtube, social media thing, without you.”

You burst into tears, unable to control yourself.

“Waking up next to you every morning is like witnessing the human embodiment of an angel, and there is no one else I could dream of doing that with. I don’t usually believe in ‘everything happens for a reason’, but I whole-heartedly believe that we met for this reason. Because you are my soulmate, through and through. You’ve been there for me through everything, from tough times like when my mum was sick and to the best days of my life, like asking you to be my girlfriend, and every day that’s followed since.”

Your sobs were uncontrollable as you nodded with his words, your hands on your cheeks.

“You’ve put up with me since day one, which shocks me, especially since I sweat like a pig when it’s only eight degrees outside, and even though we lost the game today, I know that I’ve already won in life, because I get to call you my girlfriend— and hopefully my wife.” He laughed, clearing his throat as he neared on crying himself.

“So … reader … will you marry me?”

The question lingered for a split second and you were entirely speechless, opting for a shaky nod instead of saying anything.

“Yeah?” He muttered.

“Yeah.” You croaked, holding your hand out.

He grinned and slipped the ring on. Once it was secure, he shot to his feet, lifting you off the ground. Your arms locked around his neck and your legs around his waist as you sobbed into his shoulder.

“To Mr and Mrs Clarkey!” Munya exclaimed into the microphone and everyone erupted into cheers.

“I love you so much!” You sobbed, pulling away from his neck and placing your hands on his cheeks, “Of course I’ll marry you, oh my God!”

He laughed at your reaction, giving you a chaste kiss, keeping it appropriate and sensible for the cameras and children in the crowd or watching.

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after five years on knowing you and four years of dating you … i can legally call you mine (soon)💓

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[stoopidpigeonxx]

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aw look at em go. Anyways. BABY. DADDY. CURLY. RAUGHHGJDGHKDJGHDG.

SUGGESTED BY A LOVELY SOUL!! @ultimateship-shipper TY SO MUCH I LOVE YOUUU !! <33 Fandoms/characters: Mouthwashing, Captain Curly Content: SFW, Reader is female, pregnancy, brief mention of childbirth yk, curly being a good ass dad, tooth rotting fluff, I actually love this sm.

-Curly would most likely want a family. -Not a big one, but he is set on getting you pregnant at least once. -And he does. The instant you showed him that positive test, he was ecstatic. Grabbing you and swinging you around, screaming about how he was gonna be a dad. -He'd be SO good to you during your pregnancy. Making sure you're always comfortable, getting you all your weird cravings, rubbing your back when you needed it. -Obsessed with your growing bump. Will lay his head on it and constantly ask to feel his baby kick. He's just so amazed that you're growing literal life inside of you. -Wants a girl. I don't know why, but I feel like he'd be a girl dad. -Makes a list of baby names and goes through them with you to help pick out the ones you like best. -When the little one finally arrives, he's by your side the entire time. Holding your hand and coaching you through it. -When you're handed your little bundle of joy, he bursts into tears apon seeing them. He can't help it. -Holding his baby for the first time... he's in love. -Hes a good parent. Although you have to be the strict one from time to time, he loves his kid more than the world itself. -I swear, he mothers that baby more than you do. Always holding them, bottle feeding them when you aren't there, showing off pictures at every opportunity. -I see him being a 'dont tell your mom' parent. He's goofy. -When your kid starts asking for a sibling, he's quick to jump to the opportunity to have another. <3

[matts-hersheys-kisses]

"you should've stayed"

-matt sturniolo

warnings: mentions of death/funerals soul shattering angst.

i wait for you - alex g

It was raining when Matt found her letter.

Not in a cinematic way, not with thunder cracking or the world falling apart around him—though maybe it should’ve been. The rain was quiet, barely there, like the kind that gets under your skin and stays, and everything smelled like the end of something.

The envelope was pale pink. Her favorite color. His least favorite now.

Matt,

You’ll hate me for this. Maybe you already do. Maybe I’m just finishing what’s been broken for a long time.

He stopped reading after the third line. The ink bled at the edges where his thumbs had pressed too hard, and his heart felt like it was caving in slow motion. It didn’t matter how long the letter was. It was enough.

It was the end.

--

They met when they were kids. She wore those dumb star clips in her hair and had the loudest laugh in the world. He used to tell her to shut up every time she laughed. She never did.

She called him “Matty” even though he hated it. She said he looked like a Matt, but sounded like a boy who needed a hug.

She was always saying things like that.

--

He saw it coming. That was the worst part.

The pieces didn’t fall all at once—they slipped. She started wearing long sleeves in July. Her texts got shorter. Her eyes didn’t glow the way they used to when he made her laugh.

She never laughed anymore.

He told himself it was a phase. That people get sad. That she’d come back, that she’d snap out of it.

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t make her tell him.

And now—

Now he was standing in the middle of her empty bedroom, the walls bare except for one thing: a photo booth strip stuck to the mirror. Four blurry squares of a time before the ache took her voice. Her leaning into him, eyes squinted, both of them grinning like idiots.

His hand shook as he reached for it.

--

The funeral was too quiet.

They didn’t play her favorite songs. They didn’t mention the way she used to sing off-key on purpose just to make Matt cringe. No one brought up the time she dared him to jump into the lake in January and he did it just to impress her, even though he got sick for a week.

They made her sound like someone else. Like a girl who was just sad, not someone who had once been made of fire and noise and reckless joy.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to break the goddamn silence and shake someone and say, She was more than this. She was everything. She was the reason I stayed.

But he didn’t.

He just sat in the back, hands clenched in his lap, trying not to throw up every time someone said her name.

--

He visited her grave every Friday.

It was a quiet sort of ritual. He never brought flowers. She hated flowers. Said they always died too fast and made her feel like she was looking at something already grieving.

Instead, he’d bring her things she liked.

A bag of sour candy.

A book she never finished.

Once, he brought his hoodie. The one she always stole. He left it folded on the stone, even though it rained that night and he knew it would be soaked by morning.

He didn’t care.

--

Months passed, but the ache didn’t.

He heard her laugh in dreams he never remembered.

He thought he saw her once, standing by the gas station, hair tangled by the wind, hands in the pockets of a hoodie that looked too familiar.

But it wasn’t her. Of course it wasn’t.

--

She wrote one last line in her letter. He hadn't read it until now—sitting in his car outside the cemetery with the envelope unfolded beside him, hands numb.

I loved you, Matty. God, I loved you so much. I just didn’t know how to stay.

His chest caved in again.

Because he would've stayed for her.

He did stay. And she didn’t.

idk if yall fw this but imma force it on you anyway sorry chat✌️💕

xoxo

-𝒜 💋

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[avocado-writing]

Omg i love your poly Deadpool and Wolverine fics !! I especially love that reader is totally a sunshine ! Could you do any fic with them and that trope ? 😍

vague sequel to this

Your bad day has been utterly forgotten. 

It’s not incredibly hard for them to cheer you up, Logan and Wade have learned. You’re so rarely sad that it’s hardly an issue anyway, but all they really need to do is redirect your energy into something else. A distraction to take your mind off of whatever’s gotten under your skin.  

There’s a little carnival that’s set up near the apartment. One of those ones which is constantly on the move, overcharges for everything, and is exactly the kind of place you love. So it was a no-brainer to take you there for the evening. 

Logan bought you a necklace made of hard candies, Wade took you on all the rollercoasters which were definitely not safe but you screamed with joy while riding. You’d insisted all three of you squeezed into a boat through the tunnel of love, and they’d come out the other side with your lipstick all over their faces, you smugly sandwiched between them. 

And through the evening you’ve been fucking jubilant. Your laughter rolls like thunder, but the kind which means a storm is going to clear out the oppressive atmosphere of a muggy day. A sweet, loud kind of laughter which peals from your very soul. Wade and Logan catch each other’s eye as you absolutely decimate a stick of neon blue cotton candy: they’ve done well. 

The three of you are preparing to go home when something catches your eye, slowing you to a stop as you stare. It’s a prize booth - the kind where you have to knock over a tower of tin cans to win. Hanging from the rafters are huge plushies of your favourite animal. 

“C’mon baby, you know these games are rigged,” Logan sighs, aware he’s marching into a losing battle. You lick the sugar off of your fingers and dump the wooden stick into a garbage bin, eyes wide in the fluorescent lights of the bumper cars nearby. 

“Aww… but they’re so cute…” you sigh, looking really disappointed. 

Well, neither of them are ones to let that happen, so Logan and Wade find themselves speaking in unison when they say: “I’ll win you one.”

They exchange a look and you grin. Oh. This has become a challenge, and both are too stubborn to back down. Together they step up to the counter, each slamming five dollars down and making the poor teenager manning the booth jump. 

“Uh, okay, you have two balls and need to knock the whole tower—”

The teen doesn’t even get a chance to finish their explanation before Logan has launched one of the pathetic beanbags at the cans with such force that it crumples a couple of them in half. They’re cleared off completely in one hit. The attendant can only gawp as he smugly points to one of the huge plushies which is dutifully fetched. You let out a little woop of joy as he passes it into your arms, giving Wade a look which says beat that. 

Wade hums, throwing the beanbag up and down in his hand, testing its weight. 

“Okay, well, not all of us are barbarians who need to use brute strength to compensate for our advanced age. It’s all about the finesse, pookie.”

Wade angles his throw so it bounces off the side wall, clearing all of the cans but one. Logan lets out a smug huff. Wade frowns. 

“Hey, look, is that Spiderman doing full-frontal nudity?” he says, pointing into the distance, distracting the teen with one hand while he whips out a knife with the other and skewers the can to the back of the booth. 

“Prize please!” he says when they turn back, turning pale at the sight of what’s been done to their game. They pass him another plushie from the roof with shaking hands, and Wade presents it to you with a flourish. 

“That was cheating,” Logan states as the three of you walk away.

“Uh, I cleared the cans, old man. No cheating about it.”

“You had a second ball to throw,” you point out, and Wade pauses. 

“Do you want the toy or not, sweetcheeks?”

And that is how you find yourself more stuffed animal than human, waddling out of the carnival with a huge smile and arms full of polyester. The whole thing is sort of ridiculous but, honestly, if you’re smiling? Logan and Wade can agree it’s totally worth it. 

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[nijae-roni]

Stardew Valley HCs: Flirting

"You're pretty cute"

(bachelor's first, I'll do the girls some other time lol)

Alex

- nods confidently but then realizes - "oh.....o h" - blushes a bit awww - composes himself after a few minutes and compliments you back - goes back home and jumps up for joy while screaming "LET'S GOOOO" - he's now aggressively working out cuz he's super happy

Elliott

- FLIRTS BACK RIGHT AWAY - you're the one blushing now - will caress your cheek and say your reaction was cuter - he blushes a bit - internally he's thanking every single divine entity - makes a poem about the encounter

Harvey

quiet then blushes a LOT - sweats nervously - takes a deep breath and thanks you for the compliment - compliments you back in the most sincere voice ever - goes to his clinic to check his heart rate lol - harvey please breathe

Sam

- stutters a lot - "o-ohh that's...well...uhh..." - tries to calm down but his face is still red even after a few minutes - immediately goes to Abigail and Sebastian for advice (they laugh at him because of how he's STILL red) - will eventually muster up the courage to say you're cute too - yeah it took him a day to flirt back but hey it's cute

Sebastian

- "cool...cool..." - help him he's blushing so hard he can't breathe - bro's happy sobbing internally - suddenly motivated to work - crush buff during gaming (Sam hates this HAHAHHAAH) - zoning out, still blushing at 2am

Shane

- ".... huh?" - give him a second, he's processing - he's now at the saloon, staring at his half-finished beer - he probably asked Gus if he found him cute - 100% in denial - next time you call him cute, it'll bump up to 150%

I made this months ago but I remembered I had this so why not finish it lmao. Anyways, my favorite bachelor is Harvey, who's yours?

[lustjunkiie]

sacred promises; one

TransMasc!Reader x Retired!Simon Riley

Contains (eventual, this chapter): Emotionally unavailable Simon, angst, SMUT, Simon as a hard!dom, Use of “pup”, “lad”, “mutt”, “sir”, “prince”, whatever the opposite of slow burn is, awkward!TransMasc!reader, gender confusions, masturbating, age gap dynamics (Simon is 42, Reader is 22), slight forcemasc vibes?, NOT PROOFREAD, and more to come. ;)

Xoxo, Mrs. Beth.

Dating apps fucking sucked. That was the general consensus as you swiped aimlessly, all the men on your screen either repulsive-looking or had something akin to a hate crime written in their bio.

Don’t you just fucking love Englishmen?

You were about to close the app and give up on the prospect of love and everything it stood for before a man caught your eye.

Simon. 42. His face conveniently covered in every photo, either by the phone or a plain piece of black cloth. Photos of his toned abs dominating his profile. Only a few sentences written in his bio.

“Searching for a little lad to throw around ;) Not good at commitment. Picky. 👻”

The ‘picky’ comment was a bit discouraging, but you truthfully had nothing to lose. Maybe a bit of ego, but even that was scarce nowadays. You swiped right, expecting nothing and —

Did it just fucking match?!

The desperate part of you was jumping for joy, but the sensible part of you was clearing your throat and planting your hips firmly in bed as to not bounce off the walls. Despite the time,

1:04AM…

You typed up a message anyways. Unfortunately, Simon beat you to it. Cockiest bastard you’d ever matched with on this godforsaken app.

“Was waitin for u to match w me, knew u would”

Okay, ego alert. You snorted, with a complimentary eyeroll, before typing up a quick response.

“Oh, you’re so sure of yourself?”

“Nah just sure of u. i know ur type, pup.”

You wanted to scream. Out of annoyance, out of excitement and a little bit out of fear. You hadn’t even told him your last name, and he was already belittling you and pinning little pet names to you.

“Excuse me?! What the hell does that even mean?”

“Need a big man like myself to protect u”

This guy had a lot of nerve. And probably the qualifications to back up his ego, but still! Give a guy some breathing room.

“What are you even on here for?”

“You”

“Wow! You can spell the entire word.”

“Watch it, lad. wouldn’t wanna have to show u who u belong to.”

You audibly gasped. You were sure at this point that this man was either fucking with you, or extremely desperate for some kind of something. The conversation unraveled from there, him sending photos of his gray sweatpants — outlining what it was he was thinking with, and you sending photos of simple things. Thighs, post-workout photos. Anything to keep him wanting. Asking for more.

Maybe this could be something real.

[*]

A few weeks had passed, flirty conversations and unfulfilled promises of him doing all kinds of dirty things to you lingering within those conversations. Him sending his number in an attempt to get you off this app.

And right now, you lounging on the couch after an insufferable 7-hour shift at Tesco’s. Narrowly avoiding your manager asking for you to stay over. And Simon’s name flashing across your phone screen, a soft vibration accompanying the image.

He was calling you.

He was calling you.

He’s fucking calling you!

You picked up way too quickly, any dignity quicker shredded in the wake of this new relationship (could we even call it that?) development. You’d get to hear his voice. After many thirsty images and many nights spent with a soaked gusset, you’d hear the man behind the screen.

He picks up, his end of the line silent for a frozen moment in time before he speaks — the grin he’s wearing evident in the inflection in his voice.

“Hey, pup.” Something akin to a cough rumbles from his lungs and he sighs. “Wanted to hear ya.” You hear a soft zip sound, and it registers with you exactly what this is. What exactly he’s asking for.

“Hi, Simon,” you drawl out, your voice akin to that of a teenage boy, but you push through. He knows your story. Some of it. Why there’s constant red marks on your ribs from your binder, the story of your first awkward packing experience, the trials and tribulations you faced to get here. To become who you are. To become him. He knows it all, and he doesn’t mind. It doesn’t phase him. Encourages him, it seems like.

He laughs gruffly, a thud from him snuffing his cigarette before he has himself in his hand, stroking softly. “Hi, lad. You been good today?” He asks, and normally… this would turn you off. Spark a spite in you to stop taking care of yourself, but it blooms something in your chest. Something soft and warm and dangerous. Something permanent and sticky. Something not easily tamped down.

“Yes, sir,” you smile, voice becoming more timid as Simon gets more bold. He likes you this way, soft and quiet while he does all the protecting. All the instigating. There’s long, focused breaths he’s taking. Surely to keep his composure as the soft squelches grow louder, more rapid.

“How can I know that, lad? You tellin’ me the truth?” He chuffs out, his grin growing larger with every soft giggle you let out. He seems to adjust the microphone, his phone closer to where he’s holding himself in his hand. Like he wants you to hear what he’s doing to the sound of your voice. The squelching a continuous sound, his breathing rough.

“Yes, sir,” you giggle out, your face all splotchy in its flush. He laughs back at you, growing silent for a second before he speaks again.

“You need me to come and show you how to behave anyways, prince?” You flourish at the nickname. Like a flower after fresh rain, sun-bathing and blooming new petals. Even if he’s repeatedly assured you that this is nothing more than fuck-buddies, you can’t help but feel loved. Cared for. Maybe it’s the lack of substantial care as a child, or the lack of any kind of memorable authority figure, but you flourish under his praise. Finally growing into someone important under his ownership.

“Maybe,” you sigh, almost wistfully, and he’s over the edge. Spend lazily shooting onto the concrete of his balcony, next to where the cigarette had been tossed. He’s redone his belt before you can even say his name.

“Address, prince. I need it,” He says, and there’s a soft pleading edge. You hear the rumble of some kind of motorcycle, and type it to him.

Read 7:13PM.

“See you soon, Simon,” you sigh again, a whimpered lilt at the end just to be a fucking tease.

“Damn right you will,” and the call is cut.

[ * ]

The knock is firm. Intense. Knowing. Ready.

You open the door, mouth widening as you take him in (with your eyes). Your eyebrows furrow, and he’s on you. Motorcycle helmet and balaclava tossed lazily on your counter, shoes tossed somewhere socially appropriate, and his arms caging you in against the wall. You catch a glimpse of his face here, but everything is moving too quickly to be registered.

His hips rutting against your stomach as he completely fucking dominates your mouth, spit covering your face in a way that isn’t typically possible when kissing anyone else. But Simon had something to prove. Something he wanted to show you.

You make a soft whimper, pushing on his abdomen to hopefully slow down this seemingly immovable object, and he takes a step back. All too abruptly. You whimper at this, too, and he sighs.

“Bedroom.” He snaps, his voice low. You nod, leading him there. You stand in the doorway like a moron before he all but snatches you up and tosses you onto the bed, finding hems to clothing and snatching. You try to close your thighs, slow him down at all but this is now a mission to him.

And you always have to complete the mission.

Once you’re spread out for him on your messy bedding, he looks at you. Still fully clothed to keep a distance. Uphold the dynamic he has created here. But mostly to keep the distance. He wants nothing more than a warm body out of this, but why is it so hard to keep reminding himself of that? When you’re giggling or sending him photos of pastries that’re just too damn sweet to be healthy? Or photos of your orange tabby?

Why is it suddenly so hard to create distance?

But he manages, grabbing at your clit and twisting. He tuts softly, shaking his head.

“Tiniest prick ‘ve ever seen,” he scolds, and it knocks you from your turned-on trance. Did he just..? “Can’t even see it until I start playin’ with it, strokin’ on it,” You are majorly confused, but just lay back and try to enjoy the action. You’ve been lacking in that department, why ruin a good thing? Plus, it’s probably just a weird sex thing. Nothing to worry about.

He gets his mouth on the sensitive nub, now red and swollen from stimulation, and you’re bucking your hips and whining.

“Enough, pup,” he snaps up, his eyes boring into you. He firmly plants hands on your pelvic bones, pressing you down into the bed. “If ya can’t fuckin’ be still, you’re gonna piss me off. N’ ya don’t want that.” And as much as you wanted to be a brat, his eyes and his tone scared the piss out of you.

He ate you until you finished thrice over. Wanted to go for a fourth but you whined too much. It was 9:43PM by the time you had cleaned yourself up and redressed yourself. Finding him getting his things ready by the door after rinsing his face with water.

“Si! Don’t you want to stay?” Your tone broke your own heart. Suddenly, you were five again. Asking your mom to come to a dance recital that she was too drunk to even write on the calendar. Empty promises that she would make it, and yet her seat sat vacant. The spot you begged your teacher to —

“Can’t do that, pup. I work construction. Gotta be up early.” His voice breaks you from the trance. Tears gathering at the brim of your waterline as he looks down at you, his face shielded now with the balaclava. He’s off tomorrow, but you don’t know that. You can’t. He can’t tell you. Can’t stay. Doesn’t want to leave.

He has more he wants to say, festering on the tip of his tongue like molasses. Sticky and immovable. So he just shakes his head, grabbing his helmet and rocking on his feet. He wants to kiss your temple, and give you more comfort. But he’s already waded in too far. Told you he couldn’t fuck you ‘cause he didn’t bring a rubber, but what he didn’t say was he couldn’t guarantee he would pull out at all.

He’s gone, and you’re tearing up. Feeling barely an inch tall. Begging your stepdad to watch cartoons with you, but he’s too doped up to walk straight. Promises for ‘next time, bug.’ A next time you never got.

“When can I see u next?”

Simon asks, still in the parking lot of your building.

“Idk”

You respond, because that’s the most honest truth. And he understands. You’re both standing on different sides of the river, and it’s just too cold to swim over.

[into-fiction]

i promise i did try and make this more like funny/cute or whatever, but my brain switched fully to angst mode for part two. my bad.

anyway! blame @c-rose2081 for putting the idea in my head. here is gelphie as...tiny gelphie?

///

Glinda can’t breathe. 

Glinda? Ga-linda? Galinda. 

Galinda can’t breathe. 

Her thoughts are muddled, her head pounding with confusion as she tries to sort out what’s real. Her adult memories are fading by the second, starting to turn hazy and disjointed, like a dream she can’t quite remember.

The room she’s in is dark and vast, terrifying to her now much smaller self. Tears are dripping down her cheeks, and for the first time in years- Galinda’s first thought is Momsie hates crying. 

“Hey,” a quiet voice calls out. It startles Galinda so hard she screams, jerking away from a shadow by her shoulder. 

“It’s okay! I’m sorry; it’s okay!” 

Galinda pushes her blonde curls out of her face with a trembling hand and blinks up at a girl a few years older than she is, her deep green eyes full of concern. Actually- all of her is green, and it sends a burst of warmth through Galinda’s chest, a tingling sense of fuzzy, happy, overwhelming joy. 

Whoever this girl is, Galinda thinks she must’ve known her. Back when she was big. 

Her brow scrunches. Back when she was big? Galinda is so confused. 

“Y-you’re gween,” she mumbles, finally getting her feet underneath her enough to stand. The other girl winces, leaning away from her with wary eyes. 

“I am,” she says shortly. “I’ve always been green.” 

She seems to be waiting for something else, so Galinda sends her a wobbly smile. “I like gween.”

It’s…her favorite color? Galinda grips the fabric of her skirt with shaky hands. Isn’t pink her favorite color? Who is this girl? Why does she feel so familiar? So trustworthy? So…right? 

Galinda looks around and realizes that their entire surroundings are green as well. All smooth jade walls and vaulted ceilings.

The Emerald City, a little voice in her head says. But Galinda’s never been to the Emerald City before, has she? Her past memories are hidden, a jumbled mess of incoherent pieces that are locked behind a wall of fog deep within her mind. 

But within them, surely, there is lots of green. She- she knows this. She knows this girl. 

“My name is Galinda Upland,” Galinda introduces. She says is slowly, carefully, just the way momsie has taught her. 

The older girl beams at her, seemingly delighted that Galinda isn’t put off by her green skin. “I’m Elphaba. Elphaba Thropp.” She thrusts her hand out to greet Galinda. “Have we met before?”

Galinda shakes her head. Nods. Frowns. Shakes her head again.

“E-elff-aba,” Galinda tries, but she stumbles over the long name. Her cheeks darken as she tenses, her momsie’s voice whispering through her mind. 

Say it right, Galinda! 

But Elphaba just smiles softly, giving Galinda’s hand a squeeze where she’s still holding it. “You can call me Elphie,” the girl says. “If that’s easier.”

Elphie. The nickname sings in her veins, something pushing through the fog in her brain so forcefully that it makes her place a hand to her temple with a wince. It hurts. She doesn’t remember Elphie, but she knows her. She- she-

She loves Elphie. Even though she’s only just met her. She loves her. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Elphie asks. 

Galinda shakes her head. “D-dunno how I gots hewe,” she says, sniffling and wiping at her cheeks with her fist. 

“Me neither. My brain feels all twisted around. I think I had the strangest dream.”

Galinda nods, agreeing. Something feels wrong. Galinda was sure when she first woke just minutes ago that she knew where she was and why she was there. But it’s gone now- slipped away like smoke. It scares her that she can’t remember. It feels like she’s missing something important. 

Before they can say anything more, there’s a slam of a door opening, startling both girls as they jump and spin around. On the other side of the green room, a woman strides into view, her white hair twisted up on top of her head, her features sharp and cold as she scans the room and settles on the sight of the two girls. 

She freezes, a slight stumble of her steps. She gapes at them both, eyes widening in shock. 

Whatever she’d been expecting to see, it clearly wasn’t them. Galinda feels her stomach twist, a sick, yucky feeling. Something about this woman terrifies her, the sight of her hair and her face and her sharp heeled shoes making Galinda want to scream. 

Galinda doesn’t remember what she did wrong, but this woman is here to punish her, she just knows it. Panic rises, stealing the breath from her lungs as she reaches out and tangles both her hands in the back of Elphie’s shirt, crowding close to the other girl’s back. 

Elphie seems to take it in stride, standing up taller and pulling Galinda behind her. She glares at the woman as she shakes out of her stupor and stalks closer, looming over the pair. 

“What is the meaning of this?” the woman shouts. “What have you done?!” 

**Part Two. TW: mentions of child abuse & fear wetting**

Galinda’s breath hitches on a sob, tears gushing down her face as the woman towers overhead, screaming. She feels tiny and terrified, her stomach twisting and twisting. Even Elphie is cowed, leaning away from the woman though she resolutely remains in front of Galinda.

“W-we didn’t do anything!” Elphie cries, fear lacing her own voice. 

But the woman is enraged, stomping past them to grab something off the floor that Galinda hadn’t even noticed. It’s a book- strangely built in two different pieces, hinged in between and with pages that glitter with symbols that look nothing like words. 

Everything is so confusifying! Galinda’s brain hurts, and she clings harder to Elphie as the older girl braces herself for the older woman’s approach.

She knows this woman just like she knows Elphie; buried in memories she no longer can access. But where Elphie feels like a warm embrace, this woman feels like the cold slide of fear that accompanies her momsie pointing to the corner. 

Punishment. Galinda shakes harder. Under her hands, she can feel Elphie’s back rising and falling in desperate breaths, nearing hyperventilation. 

The room stinks of fear, the woman stalking over and shaking the book, yelling something about spells and magic and idiot blondes! Galinda can’t quite hear her. Her ears are ringing, body trembling, and before she knows it, before she can stop it, there’s a sudden warmth and wetness that flows down her legs. 

Everything freezes. The woman’s nose curls in disgust. Elphaba spins around to look at Galinda, tearing the blonde’s hands from her shirt. Galinda realizes she’s had an accident and her sobs turn into proper wails. 

“I’m sowwy!” she cries, throwing her hands over her front as though that can hide the growing dark spot. She scrambles backward, the room too big and too open and the woman’s face too mad, and Galinda is in trouble, she knows she is. “I’m sowwy, ‘m sowwy, please, I d-d-didn’t mean to!” 

If Momsie were here, she would put Galinda in the corner. She’d tuck the back of her nightgown in her collar so she could give her a proper spanking and then leave her there, shivering in her soaked clothes until Popsicle came home and saw the evidence of her shame. 

Something about this woman makes her think her version of punishment is even worse. There’s a spark of memory from behind the fog, something that rumbles like thunder and cracks across her skin, lightning hot and piercingly painful. Galinda stumbles and trips, falling to her butt on the cold floor. 

“Ple-ease,” she whimpers, curling into herself. “I be good, I pwomise, please.” 

She repeats herself over and over, babbling on about being good, doing good, she’s so sorry. 

Elphie rushes to her side, small green arms surrounding Galinda as the older girl tries valiantly to glare at the scary woman.  “D-don’t come near!” she shouts. 

She sounds just as scared as Galinda. Her little chest is heaving with fast breaths that never reach her lungs. She’s got her arms spread like she can physically shield Galinda with her body. 

“Y-you can’t hit her, it was an accident!” 

But that’s not how punishments work. Galinda knows that, and she thinks Elphie knows that, too. They must’ve done something wrong. But as the woman advances on them, all she can think is it’s all her fault. 

Galinda did something wrong. And now both she and her new friend are going to pay for it.

(2k continuation of this scene now posted here)

[seokminfilm]

for one last time | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, tiny mention of jealous!seokmin, mentions of sports (wii sports), reader is lost, kissing, small mention of physical touch, bits of shamless flirting (on seokmin's end), pet names (reader w baby, seokmin w honey, babe), lyr projects her love for wii games on reader, seokmin throws something at reader (a baseball cap as a teasing gesture), they're cute & in love your honor

now playing: for one last time, cheyander

"You swing your arm back and forth like this, babe. That's how you hit the ball." Seokmin's behind you, breath hitting your ear as he puts one hand on your waist and the other on your right arm, performing the swinging motion. Your cheeks are warm from the touch, and Seokmin notices this, a smile on his face as he pulls away.

Your boyfriend was a sports fanatic—he loved lots of sports, and were good at a lot of them too. The first game he had bought for the Wii you two shared was Wii Sports, and he had the joy (at least, that's what he said) of teaching you how to play the game.

You loved Wii games, but disliked sports—you didn't see the hype around them, and you never understood the rules anyways. Seokmin was just so excited to show you how to swing for tennis and serve for volleyball using the Wii remotes, though.

How could you say no to a sweet smile like the one your boyfriend had?

"Seokmin, baby, I really don't think I'm made for this." You look at him, and he adjusts his baseball cap, shaking his head as the watch on his wrist shuffles with his movements.

"We're just gonna give it sometime, okay? Let's try baseball again, okay?" Seokmin looks over to you, voice soft as he exits the tennis portion of the game.

"You'll crush me! You're so good at baseball, Minnie, it's not even a competition with you." You mumble, and Seokmin laughs, kissing your cheek as he shakes his head. "I'll go easy on you, I promise. I want you to get the hang of it first."

As he continues to find the baseball setting, you watch your boyfriend from behind, studying his broad frame and muscled shoulders and arms he's gotten by pitching baseballs and serving volleyballs, no doubt.

As Seokmin worked to recallibrate your controller, you studied his nearly perfect batting form, watching the slope of his nose, bite of his bottom lip, and twinkle of his eye as he focused on the instruction on screen.

"Alright, I think I've got it. Come on, honey, let's try again." Seokmin hands you your remote, and you sigh, shuffling to get in place as you spread out from him.

"Why can't we just play Mariokart and call it a day?" You question, and Seokmin looks over to you, eyes puppy-like as he juts out his lower lip.

"Let's just try one more time, okay? Just one more time." Seokmin begs like a little child, and you can't say no, especially when he's looking at you with wide, sparkly eyes.

"......Fine. One more time." You finally give in, spreading your legs out as you get ready to bat. "I love you." Seokmin looks over to you, nose scrunched up as his eyes disappear into pretty crecsents.

Shaking your head, you brace for Seokmin's pitch, giving it your best shot as you swing your arm like he told you. Your ball flies into the sky, an announcement of a home run adorning the screen as you scream and jump for joy. Seokmin runs to you, obviously happy for you as he picks you up in his arms and spins you around.

Once he places you down, with your hands still on his shoulders and his still on your waist, he takes the Wii remote from you, eyes now half lidded as he smirks at you.

Unable to look at him seriously, you laugh, eyes lighting up as you take in Seokmin's now devious expression. It's obvious that he wants something from you, but you can't blame him, as you also want what he's thinking about.

"I think I deserve a home run kiss." You whisper, bringing your hand to the brim of his baseball cap as you take it off, revealing his messy, dark brown hair.

"I was just about to give it to you." Seokmin says, voice soft yet deep as he searches your eyes.

Your run your hands through his hair, letting the bangs fall in front of his eyes perfectly as he starts to lean in, eyes closing as his lips touch yours. His lips feel perfect against yours, and your hands go from Seokmin's shoulders to sliding down his strong back, and making their way back into his curly hair.

The baseball cap in your hands is long gone, on the floor as your hands go back to Seokmin's broad shoulders yet again. He smiles under you, over the moon at your kisses as he pulls away, breathless.

"I knew you could do it. You just needed a little bit of practice." Seokmin smiles softly, and you sway with him, hands in his as you stare into his eyes.

"I think it's because your Mii character is so cute." You tease lightly, and Seokmin glares at you, picking up his baseball cap and throwing it at you as you squeal, laughing.

"I'm just kidding, Seokmin. No Mii could ever take me from you." You sigh, and Seokmin beams, handing you your controller as he asks: "For one last time?"

feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated! i love reading your throughts :>

[jo-com]

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙➛ I am right here!

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader

Summary: Physically seen but never romantically.

Genre: Highschool!Au, a bit angsty

Note: There are some grammatical errors and this is not proofread.. Finally back to writing!! Hope you guys like and enjoy this. Got Caught up in my work that i forgot to write and was mentally drained to even do so. But now i am back at it again and be sure to read all of the updates I'll be uploading!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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It was your free period so you've decided to go to the library and catch up on your other lessons. You were the only person there, so everything was perfect; it was quiet and the atmosphere was just right. The peacefulness surrounded you like a warm embrace─ it was relaxing and comforting.

Suddenly a loud bang from the doors and paddles of feet could be heard from across the room.

Well, so much for peace and quiet.

You didn't even have to check who it was that made the noise. You already knew who it was, correction who he was.

"Guess what y/n/n~" Oscar beamed─ Jumping at the seat next to you.

You flickered your eyes from your book to his. Slowly examining his whole figure.

He had this goofy grin plastered across his face and his smile widens even more as he speaks, you can practically hear the joy radiating from his voice.

God that smile is just so contagious, it matches so well with his angelic tone.

The look that you gave him definitely screams 'uninterested' but of course that's only the expression you show him.

Unbeknownst to Oscar all the deep feelings you want to further express to him.

You softly put down your book to the side and diverted all your attention at the man sitting beside you.

"What? Is there a reason why you look awfully like an idiot right now?" You answered, acting all cold and mundane as possible.

Oscar rolled his eyes and gently nudged your shoulders. "Why do you always frown like that, you know, you're way prettier when you smile."

And why do you always make my heart go crazy with those words??

You shrugged nonchalantly, "it's because you're super annoying and not very smile worthy."

"Ha Ha, real funny y/n, you crack me up" Oscar said sarcastically making you giggle softly. "Anyways, i have good news."

You stopped and raised your brows─ signaling for him to continue.

He took the hint and continued what he was going to say, "You know how I've been courting lily for the past few months now?"

Your smile soon fades and your demeanor quickly shifts as you try your best not to falter.

The reality was quick to weigh down on you. Crushing and crumbling your heart with each truthfulness.

From out of sight, you were gripping your thighs to stop the tears from going down, so much that it will probably bruise later.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, "I remember, only because you wouldn't stop talking about her, you lover boy" you spoke weakly─ punching his shoulders playfully to make it seem that it hadn't affected you.

"what about it?" You asked, even though you know where this conversation was heading.

Oscar couldn't contain his excitement and happily blurted out his words, "SHE FINALLY SAID YES."

Your lips subtly quiver and your eyes start to gloss. You knew where this was going so why does it hurt so bad?

"Wow uhm..i am so happy for you osc" you croaked, feeling your voice crack a little.

"I just feel so lucky to have her" Oscar sighed─ the smile on his face says it all.

He then went on and on about how she said yes and what he felt at the time. He was so busy talking about his feelings that he couldn't see yours.

You were smiling, yet your eyes tells another story.

He kept on talking, saying just how happy he was. "And then when she said yes, my heart just stopped beating and everything was in slow motion"

That's what i feel everyday with you.

His voice seemed to blend in the background and all you could hear was the ringing silence of loneliness.

You nod your head every now and then to what he was saying, despite not listening to what he was actually rambling on about.

You then abruptly cut him off and stood up, "uh i am sorry Osc but, i forgot that me and alex have this thing."

"What is it? Maybe i can help?" He offered, his eyes softening at your sudden reaction.

God, don't look at me with those eyes.

You shook your head and averted your eyes, ignoring his looks of concern. You didn't want him to see you like that. Not like this.

Don't fall for it y/n, he's just concerned as a Friend.

Without saying a word you quickly grabbed your things and scurried away from him. Leaving Oscar confused and dumbfounded.

...

You hurriedly ran to the nearest rest room─avoiding all the people that were in the way. Not wanting them to take a glance at your now tear eyed face.

As soon as you close the cubicle door, your whole body just went limp. Not having any energy anymore.

And you were now balling your eyes out on the ground─ bitting your lips, to stifle the cries that were escaping from your trembling mouth.

You were stupid enough to think that there was something going to happen between you and Oscar. It's your fault, for falling at his rosy sweet words, even though you knew deep down inside that he only meant that as a friend.

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Short cause it got deleted ON MY FIRST DRAFT. Hope u enjoyed tho

[sakumz]

Can I order a doughnut and caramel macchiato to dine in with Hoshina please?

a/n : bro Tumblr idk MY tumblr deleted half of this fic like 3 times 😭😭 while writing it why is it eating the words..

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[ h. soshiro x reader]

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" grow taller and maybe I'll date you, " you pat the smaller hoshina as he fumes red, the singular rose drops in the process and he exits in a hurry. soichiro laughs at his younger brother's antics.

the l/n and hoshina bloodline has always been close. fighting side by side, taking down kaijus together. eventually your father introduced his only child to them, hoping for the long term relationship to continue.

both heads of the family watch with glee as soshiro confess his love after a small sparring session with you. you were two years older than him, if you were to marry into the family, soichiro would've been an option being the next head and all.

you pick up the fallen rose, glaring at the older hoshina as he continues to laugh with tears pricking his eyes at his younger brother.

" quit laughing, stupid. " you slap his arm hard and he lets out a girlish scream from the pain, instantly shutting up when he realised your father and his were still in room. they only watch quietly and whisper a bet between the three. who would you fall for?

well that was a funny story and a memory you'd definitely laugh your butt off when you remember the first confession you receive. everything did change slowly, you rarely interacted with the brothers during your teenage years. soshiro was a first year in high school and you were in your third, busying yourself with joining the kaiju defence force.

you managed to grow with experience, earning a good name for yourself in the force. you eventually choose to back away from eliminating kaijus in the front line, witnessing so many bloodshed and lost of your comrades when you were captain. the JAKDF wasn't gonna let you go that easy. you were a promising fighter with your strength and expertise, you could still lead and nurture any new talents. so even if you were gone in the front lines, there's still the back. where you assist and guide the team to eliminate kaijus and ensure their safety.

" hey vice captain, you might wanna turn around, " your voice comes out seductive to most, having to hear it from the earpiece, they each wore.

hoshina turns around anyways, quickly cutting the kaiju that ran towards him in two.

" y/n? " he calls but you ignore, scanning over quickly to see if there were any more kaijus.

" cutie with the silver locks, you should shoot your foot with those cryo bullets to stabilise yourself, if you wanna shoot bigger, " you played with the pen on your hand as okonogi sniffles back a laugh, stealing the paper you wrote.

" you wrote a lot of battle moves for the troops, it's amazing only seeing them first hand today! " one comment.

" woah even vice captain hoshina is in the list, a clean cut to the core if he moves faster by just doing one leap? " another comment, you snatched the paper back, crumbling and aiming at the trash bin perfectly.

" it's just useless critics, " you laugh off.

" ya know, we can still hear ya. " hoshina huffs as the operational room laughs, they laugh harder when you turn rosy.

" and what do you mean one leap? that kaiju was huge! "

" it's not even taller than a level two building, are you saying you're still short? " you retort back.

" what?! if it's that easy you should try, ex captain. "

" you don't really have to accurately jump at its core, just one leap to at least half its body is enough to save time, short king. " you grumble under your breath, exiting the room as okonogi wraps up the mission.

the ride back was silent, you bump into the group at the halls not sparing a glance at them.

" y/n? " hoshina calls, mina pats his shoulder.

" she wanted to surprise you, " mina smiles, hoshina could only stare in horror.

" vice captain, you should join us in the showers, " of course he did.

the boys gather around him close, trying to get at least an information or two about you.

" woah that's a nasty small cut on your arm, " one points out as he smiles at the memory.

that was during the first sparring session you had with him, accidentally cutting him with the sword. it was his fault for asking them to change the wooden ones with real steel. you quickly threw your blade away, squatting to his level to inspect his wound as the fellow maids rushed around, tending to him.

" was it a kaiju that gave it to you? " another asked as hoshina laughs.

" yeah a very horrible kaiju who couldn't wield a sword properly, " the atmosphere shifts awkwardly, not knowing if they should laugh at the joke even if they were supposed to, it wasn't funny.

" who is this y/n? " reno questions, earning a few whispers here and there.

" is it true, she wore a numbers suit? " haruichi shoots another question.

" were you dating her or something? " another asked, he glares at them.

" y/n was once the captain of the sixth division, my older brother took it from her after a year because she couldn't stand watchin her comrades fall in real time. she wore the number sixth suit that's why she was willing to give cryo bullets tips to her fellow users. she only wore the suit for a month and I'm not datin her! " he scolds.

" thoughts on the short king comment? "

" shut up! "

" what happened to them? " you catch hold of reno fanning his fallen soldiers on the floor.

you poke one of the half naked dudes on the chest, they sit up halfway, letting the towel on their face drop, catching your finger in his.

" stop that, " you flush as you realise it was hoshina soshiro, pouting as you recall the earlier interaction. most of the dudes by now were silently watching the exchange on the floor.

" you boys are disgusting, half naked on the ground, eavesdropping? " you pick up the small towel on the dude next to hoshina, revealing haruichi as he shoots you a wolfish grin.

" why were you fools spending an hour gossiping in the toilet no less, put on some clothes or you'll catch a cold! " throwing the towel that fell off hoshina's face back to his face as you run out of the room.

the boys exchange looks to one another, smiling sweetly at their vice captain.

" if you're not gonna date her, can we- " he takes the towel covering his face earlier and throws it at them hard.

" she's mine. "

" she's mine, " someone points at you as you grip their finger hard.

" I'm not interested in becoming yours, idiot. " hoshina who happens to walk by stops beside you, glaring at the boys.

" it's past your bed time, do you need me to tuck you back to bed? " they laugh awkwardly, running away.

you turn to look at hoshina, his face unreadable, he takes your wrist like it's second nature. pulling you along with him to the roof. you sit on the bench as he stands in front of you, taking one last look, was he able to make you advert your gaze quickly, covering your face with your hands. thanks to the moonlight you were able to catch him clad in that stupid compression shirt that pressed nicely over each muscle.

" like what ya see? " he smiles, pulling your hand away from your face, he kneels to take a look at your red face.

" s-stop that! " you flick his forehead, laughing at your shyness.

" hey, remember that time you said if I grew taller, you'll date me? I've certainly grown taller than you, " he smiles oh so cheekily like he always did when he was younger.

" I meant it as a joke. "

" well, ya should've said it last time, I took it seriously and- "

" then you're stupid and why do you still want to date me? "

" you're the girl I've always loved, " he takes your hand.

" even if you fear the lives of your loved one being taken away by a kaiju, I won't let one take me out under your watch. " violet hues stare right back at you, at his devotion, his promise to you.

you dont even realise the tears falling from your eyes. watching so many of your comrades fall one by one under your watch. you were supposed to ensure everyone's safety, wearing that number's suit, should've proved you really can ensure a no death mission. you knew it was impossible, that someone will eventually die. this wasn't an easy job after all. you hated yourself for being so weak despite wearing one of the strongest suit- he was the king of the kaijus. maybe the worst part of it all was your comrades dying in the frost you love so much. you couldn't move them away and the targeted kaiju was already in front you, with one frosty blow you freeze the area, taking the kaiju out. hoshina pulls you in a hug, squeezing you tight as your mind wanders back to the present.

" I saw the report, it wasn't your fault. even if it stirred some unease tension within the other captains and vice you didn't intentionally hurt anyone. they're just jealous you climbed the ranks quickly and was able to wear a suit no one could wear over the last decade. " you sniffle back your crying, his words touching your heart, making you flutter and light.

" you can start saving your comrades in the third division, with your eyes and strategic thinking. heck you can even train them if you're not drowning in paperwork, " he laughs, pulling away from the hug as you finally calmed down.

" soshiro, thank you, " you ruffle his hair.

silence befalls you both, just staring into each other. he certainly grew. he's more mature even if he pulls the legs of others from time to time. it was moments like this, that made your heart flutter so hard.

" I love you, y/n. always have, " he says breaking eye contact as he looks away.

" I love you too, " you place a hand on his cheek. he stiffens upon hearing your words. the words he longs to hear. you lean in close, sealing his lips with a kiss.

your dating relationship with soshiro wasn't so secretive. everyone caught on quickly that their beloved vice captain and you were a thing, they noticed how gentle he got when speaking to you or the way he touched his earpiece to hear your voice even closer. soichiro obviously laughs his butt off when the news reached him. he never made an effort to make you his, he's happy his brother finally got the love his younger self always yearned for.

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bakery event | orders

[uneducated-author]

I have a little conspiracy theory. I think Belinda was never supposed to exist.

Lemme explain.

So, I believe that Ruby was supposed to be a companion for two seasons. I think they had fair notice, probably before they started filming the first, but I think the general storylines were already put in place, and major episodes, specifically 'Robot Revolution', 'The Well' & 'Interstellar Song Contest' were already largely drafted.

I didn't dislike Ruby as a companion, but I really did quite love Belinda. But I feel like this ending feels matched with Ruby's themes, as well as the FINAL episode basically fridge Belinda, literally trapping her in Stepford before having her literally locked in a box.

Final episodes, especially Companion final episodes always involve the active companion. Especially in an RTD season. Rose becomes the Bad Wolf/gets locked in an alternate dimension. Martha walks the entirety of the earth to unionise the human race. Donna unlocks the metacrisis. Even in Steven Moffat, Amy brings back the Doctor, Clara jumps into his timestream, Clara basically drives both the season 8 and 9 finale two parters.

Belinda does... Very little, comparatively. Even her moments with the Doctor feel strange, there's no fallout of her calling the Rani's forces on him, not even any fallout to them being married. She gets a scene where she runs off into the woods to scream, but she doesn't even get an explanation as to who Poppy is from Space Babies, and how the Doctor knows her.

Comparatively, Ruby not only has the emotional weight of stopping Conrad, she also convinces the Doctor of Poppy's existence. Hell, Belinda isn't even THERE when they give the God of Dreams and Wishes to Ruby's family for them to raise.

Theory. Alan Budd was Conrad. Ruby was Belinda. Season 2 starts with a flashback of her kissing Alan, noticeably sexist and disrespectful, names a star after her, and we cut to seventeen years later. The MissBelindaChandra Bots, now known as the 'MissRubySunday Bots' grab her and take her away. The Doctor, of course, comes chasing after her, and the two reunite. This also answers the question as to how Mrs Flood is both Ruby's and Belinda's neighbour. They're the same character. It should be the same house.

The season, largely, continues as normal. Ruby and the Doctor have very much the same dynamic as Belinda and the Doctor. They probably rewrote a lot of the dialogue for a more combative dynamic to distinguish the two. But generally, the two are pretty close, best friends, dressing up and goofing off, and on a rewatch, even when Belinda's words are her own, her actions never feel far from Ruby's.

(I'll admit that's a stretch as 'companion' characters tend to have the same actions, but I hope you understand what I mean.)

Season 2, the vindicator isn't a thing. Ruby admits to enjoying life with the Doctor, and they commit to a couple of funky trips. Replace the 'something is connecting us' speech with Belinda with something like 'the whole universe, and I found you twice/Doctor, I thought I might have to live my life without you, without the universe, let's go everywhere'. This even helps the moment where the Doctor promises Rose that she Will see him again seem to make a lot more sense. Bear in mind, Joy To The World still takes place, so he still has his 'missing Ruby, making two coffees' arc.

(This opening would probably be a parallel to Partners In Crime in some senses? The Doctor and Ruby in the start of Robot Revolution being like the Doctor and Donna constantly missing each other.)

Here, the vindicator never existed. Anyways, it's never mentioned more than a couple of mentions per episode, and even as the deus ex machine weapon against Omega, you could remove every mention of it from the season and it would be fine. The Doctor and Ruby don't have any pressure on getting back on time, they're vibing. It is very much like the last season, only replace the Susan Twist cameos with Mrs Flood cameos.

In 'The Well' we get an indicator that the human race is not in fact gucci. And in 'Interstellar Song Contest' Graham Norton pops up and tells them that the Earth was destroyed on the 24th of May. And this is like Journey's End, when the Doctor and Donna return to Earth, and then the planet vanishes.

(I really see a LOT of Donna's era in this season)

So, in Wish World, the Doctor and Ruby are married. Replace the scene where Ruby knocks on the door and says everything is fake with Ruby being the Doctor's wife telling him that she doesn't remember their daughter. Keep the scene of her being asked about giving birth to Poppy and screaming in the woods, keep the scene of her finding Shirley, only this time, someone else calls the police on both the Doctor AND Ruby. Which is why we get zero fallout of the Doctor feeling like he can't trust Belinda. Because here, they were BOTH reported and taken in.

So in Reality War, Ruby is the companion confronts Conrad, except it isn't Conrad in this version. It's Allan. Noticeably sexist Allan. Belinda even says 'all you ever did was correct me' and that's what he's doing. Correcting the World, in his image. His obsession with obedience.

Hell, it even makes Poppy make more sense. Poppy is born because 'Allan' would want 'Ruby' to be a mother, and in season 1, we see Ruby ask the Doctor if he has children, to which he responds that he will have. Ruby sees him with the space babies. And RUBY, who remembers Poppy, tells the Doctor NO, that she was real, that Poppy existed and he NEEDS to save her. Ruby even tells Poppy 'I wish we were (your parents)' which would make space babies make sense.

Maybe the Zero Box exists, maybe it doesn't, but midnight hits and it's the 25th. And Ruby convinces everyone as to Poppy's existence, and the Doctor leaves, pours regeneration energy into the time vortex, bringing Poppy back and entrusting her to Ruby. (Poppy returns, but is fully human.)

This works for Ruby's themes way stronger. Ruby's arc was always about finding her mother, and being a foundling. I mean, she was even wiped from existence. (They try to make Belinda relate with being trapped in a time storm which is weak).

This is RUBY'S story. Even the idea around family, we get wonderful moments with Cherry and Carla, and after a whole season of Belinda nattering about her parents, we only see her mum for three seconds. And I think they wrote Lucky Day to establish Conrad, and explain why Ruby matters to him.

I don't think this makes the season bad at all. I am a bit upset that Belinda seems like such an afterthought as a character. But here's my theory all the same.

[soulsforsales]

"Best Day of My Life" (part 1)

Summary: Guess who's finally getting married to the love of his life? Yup, Jason mf Todd. But the universe has a way of fucking him up, and it doesn't care if it's the best day of his life.

A/n: Jason Todd is my hyperfixation if you can't tell (I am sure you can, though). I wrote this even when I have my history exam the day after tomorrow but I am planning on pulling an all-nighter anyway so... enjoy, I guess!! And please comment!! I love y'all<3

Possible triggers: Blood, mentions of violence (I guess? Nothing too much though)

Part 1

This is the best day of Jason's life, no contest.

He used to believe it was the day he first met you and saved you from some low-life thugs as Red Hood. He remembers how you stared at him in awe and it always took him off guard that you weren't scared of him. Not when he broke bones with his punches or when blood covered his knuckles.

He remembers walking you home, and giving you his jacket when he noticed you shivering. He remembers the way you smiled up at him when he did that and that's when Jason knew he was doomed. Because there was nothing in the world he wouldn't do to keep you smiling at him like that.

He used to think nothing else could be better than that but boy, he was wrong.

Because now you're walking down the aisle in a beautiful white gown, looking almost angelic in the showering sunlight. And you're smiling at him and god, Jason is crying. He doesn't need Dick's little elbow nudge to know it, he doesn't need the nod from Alfred to know it. He can feel the warm tears on his cheeks that he doesn't even try to brush off.

Because Jason never believed he deserved good things, let alone you - the greatest gift he's ever been presented with, and now he's marrying you. He's going to be your husband and you his wife. What else is he supposed to do but cry from happiness?

You stop in front of him, barely a few inches away and the only thing he wants to do right now is hold you close, shower you with compliments and kisses, and never, ever let go. His fingers twitch and he rubs them against his thigh.

Jason's attire matches yours. His tuxedo is the same off-white as your gown. A lace veil covers some of your face but Jason catches your eyes looking into his when he's finally not crying anymore.

You smile and it reaches your eyes in a way that makes you glow from happiness. And he glows with you.

The priest speaks and the words, "I do," flow from Jason's lips like he's been waiting his whole life to say them. He doesn't look away from you, not once, as if he's conjuring you in this moment to his memory. The rosy tint of your cheeks, the soft curve of your lips, the way your eyes shy away from his only to look back again.

Gods, he loves you. Jason never believed he could feel... so much. Not after everything he's been through, for the longest time he was numb but now? Now emotions are flooding through his veins, and each one of them screams for you.

It's a few more words Jason can't pay attention to until he hears you whisper, "I do," in a voice that might as well be a melody to his ears. And then he's slipping a ring onto your finger and extending his own palm for you to do the same. You chuckle, he smiles and holds your hand.

When the priest finally tells him to "kiss the bride", Jason doesn't wait for a second. His hands are around your waist and his lips press against yours in a way that is a mix of desperation and devotion, like he's trying to assure every vow he just took with you by that one kiss.

The crowd applauds, Dick cheers beside Jason when he finally pulls back and presses his forehead to you, and even though he's done it countless times before, his heart jumps in his chest at the sight of you so close, so beautiful, and all his, in every way possible.

Finally, after what feels like the best few moments of his lifetime. Jason holds your hand, intertwining your fingers, and turns to the crowd. Both of you are smiling, beaming with joy even. Guests cheer around you, well there are barely any actual guests except Jason's closest family and your mother.

Jason wanted a quiet, small gathering and you understood. Of course, you did, this is Gotham and with Jason's reputation as both Red Hood and simply Jason Todd, he didn't want your big day ruined in any way. He'd done everything right.

The ceremony was held near a Lake house that belonged to your family, the same place where Jason proposed. You hadn't asked a lot when Jason and you started planning the wedding but you had asked this. You wanted it to be here. This place meant a lot to you, the tree house where you played as a kid, the lake in the back, they were all beautiful reminders, and now, your wedding too. It was everything you'd wanted and more.

For Jason's part, he'd asked Bruce to double the security since this place had no real systems for protection and Bruce had. All of them made sure nothing would happen, no chaos, no troubles. Just a simple, proper ceremony. For once.

But, it is Gotham, isn't it? And seeing Jason Todd happy doesn't sit right by many.

You wave at your mother in the crowd, grinning and the older woman waves back.

It feels like a scene out of Jason's rarest dreams. You are in your wedding gown, smiling big and wearing his ring on your finger. Jason is looking at you, simply admiring and that's when it happens-

The bullet slices through the air too fast for Jason to register it and everything else stops. Freezes as the first thing Jason does is grab for you.

But the bullet cuts through the air between you two, hitting the priest right in his head. The old man's body falls to the floor.

Silence.

A beat. Then, another.

Finally, panic.

Some of the guests rush to hide when the sound of the gunshot finally pierces through the air. The Bat Family is on alert the moment it happens. Dick is moving into the crowd, eyes scanning for the source of the bullet and the rest of his family while also rushing the guests inside the Lake house.

Jason's heartbeat is too loud for him to think over it. He needs to calm down. He knows it. He needs to get out there and beat whoever bastard did this to a fucking pulp.

But he doesn't because you're trembling in his arms and god, your white gown is stained with the blood that flows from the priest's body.

Jason doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to think. It happened so fast, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he isn't prepared. Not in the slightest.

He was prepared to dance with you tonight, to carry you bride-style over the threshold of your new apartment. Not this.

Jason curses under his breath and holds you closer, hiding behind the altar where he hopes no one can see you. And even if someone does come for you, he'll deal with them.

He'll fucking rip apart whoever tries to take you away from him.

He isn't letting that happen. Not now, not ever.