#anyway not like anyone particularly cares but Will if you're reading this ❤️

[astralastrid]

The carrd has been updated!

[mickyaltierisgf]

Hii! I really enjoy you're Romickey posts (i think thats how their ship name idfk) I was thinking to do a little angst and fluff

Basically Roman comes home after a long day upset (maybe a little teary eyed) and he just had a rough day in general, so Mickey and the reader basically comfort and make him feel special <3

Take you're time btw!! You're so cool ❤️

I wasn't sure if I should go with headcanons or a fic, but it ended up as a fic so...enjoy!

romickey x gn!reader

the greatest films of all time were never made

A bad day on set was, unfortunately, the norm for Roman.

Working at a studio seemingly fraught with misfortune was sure to be stressful, and dealing with a character like John Milton didn’t help matters. Usually, Roman’s moodiness manifested itself in frayed nerves and sometimes mild headaches. He always settled pretty quickly when he got home, though, and it didn’t take much to sooth him, unless he’d had a particularly long and difficult shoot that day. So you could tell right away that this wasn’t the usual ‘bad day’ you were all used to.

Roman was silent and didn’t pay you or Mickey much mind as he walked past you to the bedroom. You wanted to follow him and find out what was wrong, but you figured he would appreciate a bit of privacy right now. When you looked around, you realized Mickey had followed him instead, and you facepalmed.

You walked into the room and saw Mickey rifle through the drawers looking for a fresh shirt for Roman. He ended up handing him one of his own shirts, which you weren’t even sure was clean, and amazingly, Roman put it on without fussing. You grabbed his discarded shirt, one you had gifted him, and noticed the large stain on it.

"What’s wrong?" you asked, concerned, knowing the shirt couldn’t have been the sole reason for his somber mood.

"They cancelled the movie," he answered dully. You had never seen him so dreary. He was always very vocal and dynamic, qualities that were maybe in part due to his profession but also seemed inherent to him. But now he was pale and almost curling in on himself, and it was so far removed from his usual behavior that you felt a bit unsettled.

"Cancelled? But the movie was done, wasn’t it?" You asked, puzzled.

"Almost. We were about to go into post-production, but Sunrise pulled the plug," he explained. He looked at you for a few moments before turning away again, and you noticed how glassy his eyes were.

"There’s going to be a lot of backlash for this; maybe it’ll convince them to reverse the decision," you commented with a hopeful lilt in your voice.

Mickey came to sit next to Roman on the other side. "They won’t care about the backlash. It’s Hollywood; the only bad press is no press. Besides, people are gonna forget all about it as soon as the next bit of trashy gossip comes up."

"What about all the money and time lost?" you argued.

"They've got a bunch of other movies lined up for release. They’ll make the money back easy."

"This isn’t going to look bad for anyone but me. I’m the director. If they thought the movie wasn’t good enough for release, it’s gotta be my fault, right?" Roman said, despondent. He was avoiding looking at you or Mickey, and the way he clenched his eyes shut suggested he was trying to keep tears from falling.

"Hey..." Mickey nudged him lightly. "They’re all full of shit, anyway. Variety’s trash; you’re not a parasite," he said softly.

You looked at him quizzically, and as Roman turned to him slowly as well, you coughed into your fist to smother laughter.

"He’s right," you said, still covering a chuckle. "You’re not a parasite or a pariah. Who even reads Variety anyway?" you scoffed. "But you could be anything else you wanted to be, Roman. Even a pirate," you added teasingly, trying to get your dejected boyfriend to crack a smile. "We’ll support you no matter what,” you affirmed encouragingly.

"I’d let you plunder me," Mickey agreed with a lecherous grin.

"That is the worst pickup line I have ever heard," you snorted, but you were relieved to see Roman roll his eyes slightly and a half smile tug at his lips. It was only a small sign of positive emotion, but more than you'd seen from him until now.

"It’s not a pick-up line if the person in question is already picked up," Mickey says contrarily.

"Anyway, I’m going to draw you a bath and wash the shirt, okay?" you ask, grabbing Roman’s hand and giving it a light squeeze.

"I’m not sure that stain’s coming out. You might just have to throw it," he says, the half smile falling off his lips again, making you almost frown as well.

"If it won’t come out, it’s no big deal. I’ll get you another one," you promised.

You got the stain out for the most part, but there was just the faintest bit left if you squinted at it in the right lighting. You resolved to get Roman a brand new shirt, though you still held on to this one, figuring he’d like to keep it anyway. You laid out some clothes for him while he was getting out of the bath and went to greet Mickey, who was coming through the doorway with food.

"That was pretty quick. I thought the traffic would be killer," you commented, helping him with the bags.

"Not if you don’t let traffic lights stop you," Mickey said flippantly.

Roman joined you, looking a bit refreshed but still rather downcast.

"I got your favorite from that place over on Kinney Blvd," Mickey said to Roman. "And some booze," he said, holding up two bottles of wine. He put them down on the table.

Roman didn’t speak much, but you were glad to see him eating contentedly. You only took a few bites of your desert and pushed the rest towards him. Before he could fully voice his refusal, Mickey grabbed it and scarfed it down instead. You shook your head a bit, but you grinned at him anyway.

"Thanks," Roman said, perking up a bit. He sat at the table and grimaced as Mickey bent down to lay a wet smack on his forehead and cheek. He didn’t swat him away, though; in fact, you almost thought he leaned into the touch a little bit. So you and Mickey shifted your chairs closer to him and dug into the food.

Later, you sat on the couch together, your hands carding through Roman’s hair gently. He was usually meticulous about his hair, but he did occasionally let you and Mickey touch it. It was particularly soft and fragrant now as he laid his head on your shoulder. He completely relaxed against you, and if not for Mickey occasionally feeding him chips, you’d think he was asleep. Roman made a few off-the-cuff comments about the movie, but rather than bicker, Mickey looked pleased as he laid his own head in Roman’s lap and stared up at him instead of at the TV.

Later still, when you all retreated to bed, you and Mickey laid on either side of Roman. The middle was almost always reserved for you since Mickey tended to shift around and cuddle and would inevitably disturb Roman’s sleep. He put up a tiny protest now at being relegated to the middle, but he settled in quickly and seemed perfectly cozy between the two of you.

"We’re supposed to start shooting another movie in a few weeks. But right now, I don’t even know if I want to," Roman confessed quietly.

"I’ll kill Milton for you," Mickey proclaimed suddenly.

"It wasn’t his call," Roman sighed.

"Give me the names," Mickey demanded.

"Tarantino," you declared with a false, ominous tone of voice. "He was the fiend behind this."

Mickey went silent for a beat at this proclamation, then stated confidently, "Hell, I’d kill him too. Say the word, and I’ll send you his feet," he said, sounding almost too serious compared to his usual jokey speech.

"I might not jump straight to homicide, but I’ll key his car or like, graffiti a giant dick on his garage door," you offered Roman, tucking your face against his neck and inhaling his scent.

"Yeah, well, thanks for offering to murder Tarantino and deface his property, but I really don’t want his feet," Roman said deadpan.

"Can we at least send him some hate mail?" you asked.

"Now, that’s taking it a bit too far," Mickey interjected gravely. "We have to at least respect the man’s artistic integrity."

"You literally just offered to kill him for no reason."

"Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still admire his work," Mickey argued.

You snicked, and Roman followed suit, and you couldn’t see each other that well in the dark, but you were sure Mickey’s beaming smile matched your own.

end

[madame-fear]

Heyo! Can you do more Jonathan fluff pls! Thank you!!! Have a great day ❤️

Hii! Yes of course! I wasn't sure what to write, so I decided to write some fluff headcanons + a short fluffy fic that came to my mind 💕

Enjoy your reading, dear!! 🥰

(p.s: I don't know how to end fics 😂 sorry! Hope you enjoy it anyways 😘)

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Gotham!Jonathan Crane x Reader | Fluff Headcanons + Short Fic

When it comes to you, the little cinnamon roll is so devoted and loyal 🛐

He loves placing his head on your lap and have his hair petted by your soft hands. It makes him feel so calm and secured. Of course, if you need it too, he'll return the favour 💕

Is with you by your side 24/7. He can get so literally clingy with you! But only because you're his one and only safe space ❤

After he became Scarecrow, he'll try to spend as much time as possible with you. He'll take you star gazing to a place far away from the city, and he'll enjoy some good quality time with you while without anybody bothering you.

If you're star gazing and laying on the ground, he's going to want you cuddled by his side.

He's went through so much shit in his life. First, his mother died when he was very young, and then he witnessed his father getting shot. Even if he doesn't verbally express it, he needs you to be there and comfort him. And your presence is more than enough for him.

You'll often receive gifts such as flowers and hand-written notes sent to your job office, and he'd also send someone to give you coffee on your work 🤭

Whenever he can, he fills your face with tons of kisses! You'll both embrace into a tight and loving hug and he would literally shower you with pure love only for you 💕

He's not much into PDA, so he enjoys being himself and expressing his love in privacy, when you two can be completely alone.

You're the only person he can ever trust. You're the only one who's been there for him when he most needed it and he had nobody except you, so expect him to tell you everything that goes through his mind, his insecurities, fears, etc.

If he suddenly wakes up from a nightmare, he'll immediatly look for you. He feels so safe when you hug him and play with his hair while whispering sweet things so he forgets about the nightmare he had.

If you're the one waking up from a nightmare, he'll comfort you just like you do with him. He'll turn all the lights on and tightly hug you and he'd give you tons of kisses to make you feel better and less scared ❣

I think I made it clear that he loves holding your hands. He finds them so soft and comforting, and makes him feel safe knowing that you're there for him.

Loves cuddling with you! Or just feel your body pressed against his in general, it doesn't matter the place. You two are laying on the couch? On the bed? DOESN'T MATTER!! He's there to cuddle you.

Randomly hugs you from behind and nuzzles his head in your neck

There isn't a single moment where he doesn't express his ever loving feelings for you. One way or another, he always knows how to tell you he loves you. He'll either show he loves you by kissing you, hugging, cuddling, or protecting you.

Doesn't let you take shit from anyone. If someone disrespects you, he'll immediatly take care of him/her.

He isn't particularly very well when it comes to cooking, but he'll practice only to make you your favourite dinner after you come home from work.

FIGHTING OVER BLANKETS IN BED EVERY NIGHT ❤

Sometimes he wakes earlier than you only to make you breakfast and take it to bed. He wakes you up with kisses all over your head, nose bridge, and especially on your lips. Then he would go: "Good morning, sleeping beauty 😊"

Out of nowhere he would begin playing soft music and would offer you his hand, so you can grab it and slow dance with him.

Cheek kisses are the best type of kisses for him 🥰 When you kiss his cheek he feels so vulnerable, and his heart beats fast. He kind of feels shy when returning the kiss, but he does return it, and he loves smooching you 💕

Definitely prepares hot & warm baths for you when you're too stressed. Will also get you some tea for your bath 😭💕

He LOVES staring at you. He thinks you're so beautiful, like an angel sent from heaven. If you catch him staring at you, you teasingly blow a kiss to him or either poke your tongue out, causing him to get flustered and look away.

If you don't realise he's staring at you, he'll blurt out of nowhere: "You're soo incredibly pretty...", and now, it's your turn to get all blushy and goofily smile at him.

There are no words to describe how MUCH he loves you. You're his angel, his saviour, he thinks of you as something that's beyond this world, someone to love and cherish.

He wonders how someone like him has someone as amazing as you. When he does tell you that, you immediatly cup his cheeks and tell him all the things you love about him, and you also make him boost his own confidence and self-esteem.

Everyone who knows you personally just finds adorable the love you have for each other. The way you hold hands, kiss each others nose tip/lips, and protect each other is just 100% couple material 🥰👌

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The sudden noise that came from your alarm clock made you violently wake up from your deep sleep by nearly jumping out of bed. You groaned as you sleepily turned off the alarm clock, blinking a few times just so you could see better where the hell was the option to turn it off.

After turning off the alarm, your head instinctively fell back again to your pillow as your boyfriend kept tightly cuddling you. You were drifting yourself back to sleep again, but your boyfriends voice woke you up. "You've got work?" He sleepily mumbled to you.

The only thing you managed to was to nod as a way of saying 'yes' with your head in response to his question. "Can't you call in sick?" You began gently opening your eyes, to look at your boyfriend who now tightened his grip on you. "Come on, love. Don't be like that. I won't be away for long. It's just a few hours." Your voice was raspy from how sleepy you were. You had to get out of bed but your body was too tangled with him and, besides, he was warm.

"Please, angel. We can't spend much time together. Just for today..." The way he looked at you with sweet puppy eyes and his precious face being hit by the sunlight was too much, and he was already lurking you with his tight embrace and the warm he was gave you with his body + the sheets. He was right, with your work and his (as Scarecrow) you weren't spending as much time together as you used to. Maybe not going to work for one day wasn't so bad, after all.

You softly grabbed a piece of his messy hair and began twirling it in your finger. "Well..." you sighed, as he gently placed his hand in your cheek, caressing it with his index finger. "Fine. I'll call in sick, but just for today, prince." An enourmous smile began growing in his face, and he threw himself on top of you, squishing you, as he hugged you tightly.

"Thank you! I love you, my angel." He was now on top of you, filling your face with tons of kisses. His actions caused you to giggle, and you gave him a quick peck on his lips as you petted his soft hair. "Now, get off me. I've got to call my boss to tell him I won't be going. My voice is raspy enough to pass as sick, doesn't it?" You jokingly said, as your voice sounded as if you didn't feel very well, but truth is you were just sleepy and hadn't fully waken up.

His comments caused him to goofily chuckle, and he rolled back to his side of the bed as you grabbed your phone, ready to call your boss. As you were calling him/her, you turned around to look at your boyfriend, having his body laying all over the bed. He looked at you with his beautiful, sparkly blue eyes and you blew a kiss to him, causing his cheeks to get all reddish and giggle like a little girl.

You wondered how you were so lucky to have a beautiful boy like he was. He's always been so shy and awkward around you, even if you had already boosted his self-esteem a little bit. He just thinks you're so incredibly pretty, you literally turned his life around. If it were not for you, he wouldn't have been as happy as he is in these precise moments.

From the first moment he saw you, he already pictured his future with you. You instantly lightened up his world when he laid his eyes on you, and so were you fascinated by his adorable personality. You really couldn't ask for anything more now that you already had him in your life. ❤

[matan4il]

Hiiii, hope you're doing good❤️

not particularly important info but ever since the B/T scene last week when Taylor said "at least that's honest", I had this odd memory wanting to resurface, so I started rewatching random episodes and in Fight or Flight, Doug says "That was honest anyways" when they're driving on the highway after Maddie calls him a monster. And I realised that that was the memory wanting to resurface.

Don't know why but I wanted to share with you, sorry if it makes no sense 💙

Hi hon! It’s so sweet of you, thank you so much for caring, I’m doing my best! I hope you’re doing good! *HUGS*

Oh, don’t apologize, it makes a world of sense, and is a great point, I’m so glad you shared it! Because really, in both case, these couples have failed and mistrusted each other. The circumstances are very different, for example Maddie’s “failure” is a distorted perception in Doug’s obsessed and possessive mind (while Buck for real failed Taylor and she was right to be upset with him), and clearly the Kendall marriage was way unhealthier, but there’s still something pretty similar on the emotional level, where these couples don’t trust each other, don’t properly communicate, and when they end up lying to each other, this also results in bitterness and blaming from the partner that feels betrayed. When a r/s hits these levels of mistrust and bitterness and hurt, I think it’s the show’s way of saying that something is so broken there, it’s beyond reparation, even if some of the partners are not yet ready to admit it and let things end. But it will, whether they like it or not.

Thank you again for sharing, blue heart anon! Lots of fodder for thought. I’m sending you tons of love! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

Hiiii long sappy post ahead but read for info about the upcoming release of my college fic in bold!!

I’m just over halfway through final edits and the final word count is hovering at around *drum roll* 127k words 😳 If you've been following, I know what you're thinking, yes that is more words than the first draft, I promise I did cut some stuff, this is what we're working with 🤪

So now I'm like... pretty much ready for it to be out in the world? And I hope everyone loves it as much as I do because it really has become very dear to me 🥹 Structure-wise it's appalling, clearly there's still so much that needs to be cut but I'm too attached to it. But emotionally, I think it hits all the right places, there are points it makes me want to cry, there are points it was pure torture to write and yet this doesn't even cover as many years as the real life pre-relationship, there are scenes where I really think the writing is beautiful if I do say so myself. It strayed a little further from real life than I think I originally thought it might but there are still a lot of moments that feel very real to me, or at least to what I imagine they could have been. And this particular characterisation of them? They're my babies. And I had to keep reminding myself while writing it that at this point they WERE babies (18 and 21??????) 😭

I’m very excited to post the first chapter tomorrow (for a reason that will be revealed) and then twice weekly after that on Wednesdays and Saturdays 🗓 Mostly because I don't know if or when I'll write another fic so I'm not ready for this one to be over too quickly 🥺 (Side note: definitely not ruling another fic out! I truly love writing these two so much and if inspiration strikes me again I'm sure I would go for it, but this was the last solid idea I had for a whole fic and I think that's part of why I've taken so much care over it and made it so fucking long trying to include every possible idea I had, because if I am going out on this I want to be going out on a high, which I think this is. I'm gonna try and shift focus to working on some original stuff and we'll just see what happens on the fic front. Anyway!) But when I was calculating dates I realised a twice weekly schedule also means it'll be starting in September and ending in May, which feels like a fitting span for this story, even though it takes place over several years 💙💛

It's going to be a longgg journey, but I hope you'll join me for it, if you want. I've been thinking it might be fun to post the wattpad links to each chapter on here along with a little mini commentary of any thoughts I have about it, any BTS on the process, songs that particularly fit?? I know that’s what author’s notes are for but I feel more connected to my tumblr audience than to wattpad, you know? I don't know, let me know ✏️ But I'm grateful for anyone that wants to read it and any and all feedback. It's rare for me to love my writing as much as I do with this fic but I think it's because of how grounded in reality it is, they definitely feel the most true to the way I see Joey and Lauren that I've ever written them. And I'm really excited to share it with you 🥰

Shoutout to Gabi who's read all but the epilogue and tells me it's good so I know at least one person likes it before I publish it, and is also all round the best and most supportive friend ❤️

And I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics. It started off as a single oneshot after AVPW and I now have like 175k total reads across all my works 🤯 I know that's probably the same 5 people rereading them thousands of times but that's still an absolutely mind blowing number for me. I might not have rediscovered my love of writing if it weren't for all of you. Thank you 💗

And finally here's a cover reveal for Right Place, Wrong Time ‼️ (very basic lmao but some fun/painful fitting details)