#i let this ask sit in my inbox for a while bc i knew i was gonna write a whole fucking spiel

[comradekatara]

The Awakening is one of the most underrated episodes in the series.. this episode was such a turning point for aang

Aang first ran away in a storm to avoid his duty, and now he’s running away in a storm to do his duty. Poetic!

Love also Roku and Yue in this episode

yes! the way this episode establishes so many of the central tensions for the final season and parallels basically every character so deftly is perfect. the chiastic storm symbolism, the storm inside aang of crushing responsibility and guilt and grief and rage…. and in both cases, whether it’s to run away or to attempt to face his problems head on, leaving behind his loved ones (like he tried to do in the crystal catacombs) is always the wrong choice, he needs to rely on his friends. and his friends need him too. katara’s speech about how aang thinks he has to do everything alone kind of seems out of left field considering aang has always valued and cherished forming deep bonds, especially with katara. but then you remember that katara’s last memory of aang, that has been haunting her for the past however many weeks she’s been on that boat desperately trying to save him, was aang (unintentionally) martyring himself. and that would be traumatizing for anyone to witness, their best friend literally dying in their arms, but it’s especially triggering for katara because it’s happened before. kya died for her. hakoda left her. sokka emotionally abandoned her in his promise to die for her.

being a waterbender, the last waterbender, is such a complicated role for katara, because on hand she must feel immense guilt over the way her entire family and tribe prioritizes her life, and is especially motivated to become the world’s greatest waterbender specifically to prove that her mother’s sacrifice was not in vain. but it’s also that drive to be the best that awarded her the spirit water, that gave her the ability to heal aang when history repeated itself. katara couldn’t save kya, she couldn’t make hakoda stay, she couldn’t heal jet, but she can with aang. she literally brings the avatar, struck by lightning while in the avatar state (thus effectively ending the line of avatars were he truly dead) back to life. katara revived him as the inciting incident of the entire narrative, and then she revived him again in their darkest moment. because katara will continue to bring back hope to the world, resoundingly, through sheer force of will, with nothing but her bare hands and overflowing heart.

i do love aang’s arc in this episode, the narrative parallelism, the tragedy of him burning his glider, his last physical relic of his past and his people. i love the way he is so determined to perform the duty he has shied away from for so long due to the shame and humiliation of actually trying, and failing. of course aang was already motivated to perform his duties to the world, because guilt is a hell of a motivator, but the existential terror of actually being killed adds tenfold motivation. instead of running away from his problems, aang is now running towards them, equally as thoughtlessly and hastily. because he is too ashamed to care about tact, he just wants to rectify his devastating mistake. and that’s why he says that he needs to regain his honor. scarred and humiliated and lost, he finally understands how zuko feels.

zuko acts as the third side of a prism through which he, aang, and katara, are all refracted and reflected in one another. this episode makes use of that parallelism both in the contrast between zuko “finally regaining his honor” (illusory, of course, but he gets to come home and see his father again, and that’s all he’s wanted all along) while aang has lost it, and zuko confronting his father for the first time in three years, just like katara does. katara is angry at hakoda, her anger exacerbated by her grief over aang. she’s angry that hakoda left them, even if logically she doesn’t blame him for it. and she doesn’t mask her anger (i don’t think she’s even capable), and hakoda, for his part, receives it, listens to her, treats her with love and affection, holds her, acknowledges his own pain. it’s an incredibly beautiful scene; the episode is excellent if only for that scene.

it’s also immediately followed up with its opposite. zuko walks into ozai’s chamber, no anger only fear, kneels before his throne while ozai circles him like a predator (a move that both zuko and azula picked up from him). even a few episodes later, in “the beach” when azula asks, “are you angry at dad?” zuko’s face falls open and vulnerable, almost afraid at the accusation, and goes, “what?? no!!” even though it’s a perfectly fair question. ozai banished zuko for three years when he was still a child, whereas hakoda left katara for three years when she was still a child. katara resents hakoda for leaving against his will whereas zuko doesn’t even feel like he’s allowed to resent ozai for anything. ozai never once actually touches zuko, but zuko still flinches. zuko kneeling on the ground while ozai circles him like a hawk. hakoda and katara holding each other, both in tears, both open and vulnerable. zuko katara parallels always make me go crazy, of course, but this is one of the most insane juxtapositions in the entire show to me. i just love the katara hakoda reconciliation scene, and all the more for its narrative impact as it precedes zuko and ozai’s.

the ozai face reveal is also pretty incredible imo. for the past two seasons, ozai’s face as been obscured by shadow, framed only at angles that made him unknowable to the viewer. he is a larger than life villain, to both aang and zuko, not simply a man but something far greater and more terrifying. except no. he is just a man. zuko returns home, and immediately sees that. the ozai of looming shadow from zuko’s faulty memory is in fact just some guy. a uniquely powerful guy, of course, but he’s not gargantuan, too great to be comprehended by mortal eyes. zuko was just a child when he left, but he has since grown, in many ways. and while ozai still terrifies him to his core, because how could he not, we see, as zuko sees, that he is just a man.

as the image of aang’s goals becomes clearer in his eyes, he too, learns to see ozai as just a man. in the following episode he even crafts his likeness out of noodles (“impressive, i admit”). ozai is not some fantastical godlike being. no, aang is the fantastical godlike being in question, and it’s his literal god-given right to humble that man playing god who claims that aang has no place in his world. to obscure ozai’s face is to illustrate the sheer magnitude and terror of the power he wields. and to show ozai’s face, and then over the course of a season, continually undermine him and mock that face and depict it as noodles, or pantsless, is to take away some of his power, his cultivated, dictated, arbitrary power.

the awakening is a fantastic episode as it sets up the central internal conflicts for book 3, especially for aang and zuko, but also for katara, acknowledging the weight of her grief as it culminates in “the southern raiders.” (also her waterbending progress as it’s demonstrated in that one scene is incredible, i guess being at sea helps in one’s waterbending, who’d have thunk!) it’s basically a microcosmic encapsulation of the entire season, appropriately ending on a loving gaang hug as they promise to help one another through this. the heart of the show lies in that hug. it’s a fantastic episode.

[xxblairexxss]

Smitten (part 2 for ‘Everything Shower’)

Pairing : Charles leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

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Charles groaned as you pulled the drapes to the side, allowing the sun to illuminate the room.

“Morning, baby!” Your mood was clearly not on the same level with your boyfriend because he still had his eyes closed but his arm was stretched out when he sensed you walking closer to his side of the bed.

“For a second I forgot what happened to my image.” He scooted a little bit so you could sit by his side and started stroking on his cheek.

He looked so beautiful, even more beautiful with the morning sunlight. The way his eyelashes lined up along the ends of his eyelids, the way his mouth was slightly ajar as he breathed out. He wasn’t asleep anymore and you knew it from his grasp around you waist.

“Your lover boy image? Are you embarrassed that they found out you were obsessed with your own girlfriend?”

“No, I am the proudest boyfriend ever but I can’t stand them teasing me. Daniel would be attending this race too. As if things couldn’t get any worse.” He grumbled before you caught his arms and pulled him up to sit.

“Get up, bubs. It’s time for you to get ready.”

His arms found the way back to your waist again and he started planting kisses from your neck, up to your jawline and ended the train of kisses on your nose. “But I’m not done spending time with you yet. Care to join me for breakfast together?”

You weren’t a breakfast kind of girl because you would always feel nauseous if you eat something heavy in the morning and Charles knew it too. But you knew he had asked you just so that you two could pass time together before he spent the rest of the day in the pit today.

“Sure, let me get ready first.” You left a peck on his cheek before getting up to leave to the bathroom.

“Baby, count me in too.” Charles threw the duvet away from covering his half naked body and followed your steps. You couldn’t even brush your teeth alone.

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kymillman Charles Leclerc arrived at the paddock. Not sure what happened but the crowds went wild!

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After what happened at Silverstone Grand Prix, you just continued with your life as if you weren’t the one behind all those teasings he had to face during the weekend. Well, there was nothing wrong. It wasn’t like you aired your boyfriend’s dirty laundry.

Charles had told you that he kinda liked it because it kinda gave him a reason to mention you in interviews but he refused to admit the clingy part.

“Bubs, you are the clingy one.”

Charles firmly shook his head. “No, I’m not. I didn’t see you for 2 weeks so it was a moment of weakness.”

“So you are saying it won’t happen again? You won’t hug me like you usually do while I’m prepping my skin?” He had his hand under your oversized shirt as you leaned on his chest and you felt his thumb abruptly stopped from stroking the skin of your belly which caused you to giggle. You knew he liked clinging on you whenever you finished your shower. He liked the scent of your vanilla scent from your hair shampoo, the sweet fruity scent from your moisturizer. It was just accidentally being recorded in the tiktok because you were just trying to make a video, not because you tried to expose him.

He was quite and you could sense he was thinking hard, analysing every single consequences for every answer. “I can’t hug my girlfriend?”

“You just said it was a moment of weakness.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“You said, it was a moment if weakness.”

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You turned on your phone and propped it against the box of cotton pads. A few skincare products were placed in front of it, careful not to cover the camera. Once everything was set up, only then you turned off the shower. You knew Charles would come in when he no longer heard the water flowing and you wouldn’t have enough time to set up your phone if you did it by then.

You had just washed your face when you heard a soft knock and a muffled voice coming from the outside.

“Baby, are you recording a video again?”

“No, why?”

Charles didn’t reply but you heard a faint creaking sound from the door being opened. “Nothing, I was just asking.” Your ‘not clingy’ boyfriend is now in the bathroom with you for no absolute reason. He didn’t go straight to embrace you as he usually did because you were glaring at him ever since he stepped in.

“I just wanted to check on my girlfriend….” It was as if he had read your mind before you could asked him, what are you doing here.

You continued with your skincare, serum, niacinamide, retinol all sorts of things while occasionally still glaring at him and your boyfriend was just there, staring at your reflection while touching all sort of products you had in front of you, itching to hold you like he always did but if it wasn’t the consequences of his own words. You knew he didn’t missed your look, he was just ignoring it.

“Oh? This is a new one. I have never seen this before.” Your boyfriend looked like a curious kid who just happened to find something new that was worth his attention. Charles stood up straight and took the product that caught his attention. “Chérie, what’s this? Looks like the one you always put on every time we go out.”

“That’s my lash serum, Charles.”

“Wow, you have serum for your lash too? How do you put it on?”

You took the product from his hand and twisted the cap to pull it open. “You put it on like how you always see me put on my mascara.”

“Put it on me.” He scooted his way in front of you, blocking you from seeing your reflection in the mirror and now the camera could only see his back that was leaned against the cabinet. Charles finally held you as he pulled you closer by your waist, making you stand as close as he could in between his legs.

“You can put it on yourself.”

“No, I don’t know how. You do it.”

“Such a baby.” You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on the side of his neck as the other one started carefully stroke the brushes on his long lashes. “You know, you really don’t need to put this one you already have long—“

“Ouch, that went into my eyes. It stings, baby!” Charles suddenly flinched and turned his head away. You immediately put the serum aside and tried to stepped away so you could do something, anything.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Wash it off. Come here, I’ll help you.”

“No.” He closed off his legs before you could move any further and you could feel his grip on your waist went tighter.

“What—“

Before you could finish your sentence, he slanted his body against you and hides his face in the creek of your neck.

“I just want to hold my girlfriend…can you stop glaring at me…please?”

And he didn’t say anything else. All you could hear after was just the sound of his breathing and warm breath against your skin.

“You scared me! Is this your moment of weakness again?” You stifled a giggle as you bring your hand on his fluffy hair and stroked it.

He hummed in response. He couldn’t pull you closer because you were practically latched on his body now. There wasn’t even an inch of space in between your bodies.

“No, I’m just smitten with love.”

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[rookiesbookies]

mischievous COD ideas😈

Heavily pregnant reader knowing that her hubby doesn’t want to be rough in the slightest with her due to her pregnancy and refrains from punishing her, so she abuses that fully to be a brat

To my sweet sweet brat reader, Im sorry if this is not all you hoped as I am a resident good girl. The one time I was a brat I got degraded (“such a good bitch”) and cried. I hope I do a good job portraying the relationships, if I dont let me know and I will edit it or rewrite sections that dont fit. You also didn’t specify so imma write for my usual set of lovelies. (Im also added Krueger because I’ve recently fallen in love with him a lil bit and he kinda fits thi)

The boys with pregnant brat wife

Price

This man is too worried about helping you get your shoes on. “You’re pregnant, isn’t not being able to see your feet punishment enough?” He’s not going to do much other than pinching you. Whether it’s your ass or your arm, and they’re hard “i had to discipline Soap subtly and im a dad” pinches. He’ll also use pressure points. Give the back of your arm the good pinch and twist. He’s just trying not to take it personally.

Soap

He’s googled what positions he can put you in. He’s googled if its safe for the baby. He has googled what he can and cannot do. He has spoke with your doctors about it, as embarrassing as that phone call was. And for certain punishments, its a long game. Like holding your ice cream you crave hostage until you learn. If he can’t make it sexual, he’ll find other ways.

Ghost

Like Price, he’s also using pressure points. Not the ones that knock you out but the ones that feel weird or make you got “ow”. Cannot get hard and it’s not because you’re not hot its bc he literally gets more flaccid than a limp noodle at the thought of possibly hurting that baby. He’s also very good at holding grudges and every time you brat out and walk all over him, he’s making a note on his phone for later.

Konig

Oh but he just got you to whine and cry you admit you want his cock. He knew eventually he could wait out your little game. “You acted out and now you must wait until I want to give it to you. You ask so nicely though, keep trying. I like when you beg.” He’s so mean, he’d make you wait until after you gave birth and however many times you acted out is how many weeks (or months depending on how he’s feeling) after you have to wait to get any pleasure from him.

Keegan

your toys aren’t doing it for you anymore? Nope. He’ll keep fluttering his fingers over you figure and let you use that tiny dildo he got you that cant even stretch you like he can. That’s all you get. His hands wont even go lower than your waist. They wont even touch close to your nipples. This is real torture. Every orgasm is so unfulfilling. I feel bad for you really. Hope this teaches you.

Gaz

He’s a doormat anyway. I don’t see him punishing anyone. He’s too much of a gentleman. I do believe he’d pull orgasm after orgasm out of you casually when you act up with his hands. Never giving you his dick as much as you beg. Pleading, crying for it, he wont budge. No you can deal with the consequences of your actions while he sits here and watches this movie. “Why aren’t you watching, love? You picked the movie. No, no, stop your whining, just sit and watch.”

Krueger

Sebastian doesn’t care. He’ll find other ways. Like right now you’re legs spread and hands flat against the wall as he spanks your ass, every time he does you have to say thank you and apologize for snapping at him. He knows you’re hormonal, but he’s going to make you apologize. Oh and he’s kissing away those tears and asking you if you understand what you do wrong while running you a nice bath and all the rubs and lotion for your poor butt.

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

[bones4thecats]

haiiii!!

ok so I hope this is not to much but can you mix the two fandoms of pirates of the Caribbean and record of ragnarok but here’s what u want the plot to be like and you can changed it if you like bc this was like the biggest brainstorm I ever had but anyways so the reader is married to William turner but the reader is also fighting for the humans . Most of her/his comrades ( Nikola Tesla, Raiden, Qin, and the other campions on the humans side expect for Adam that knows the reader married but doesn’t know who till the end ) has feelings for them and so does the gods (Poseidon, hades, Thor, hermes, Heracles, and the other campions for the gods side) they have been trying to court the reader cus why not 🤭and the day before the ragnarok officially begins the gods and humans are eating dinner together but sitting in separate tables for obvious reasons, brunhilde surprises the reader by bringing her/his husband (William turner) ( but if you don’t know which movie to follow the plot like this like when William becomes the captain of the Flying Dutchman) you know the reader and William has there reunion like you know them being dramatic the reader runs into Williams arms as he spins her around and kisses her lovingly while tears of joy stream downs there face due to being apart for ten years the gods and humans are shocked and a little heart broken , and like they start asking questions the readers answers and you can do the rest on your own if you like cus that’s all I thought about for the past 15 mins but anyways sorry if this is to much :3

A/N: I decided to write for three humans, if you want any Gods, you can send in a request when my inbox re-opens. Enjoy!

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🦅 Lü Bu had admired your strength for quite a while now

🦅 You were once known as a fearsome pirate that traveled with the once prideful Captain Jack Sparrow, but nobody knew how much your life changed after meeting William Turner

🦅 Lü Bu loved to challenge anybody he deemed worthy to fight, and you were one of the rare few that could give him a bite back

🦅 You could say his admiration evolved into slight, slight, feelings for you, as he never really allowed himself to think of anything outside of battle or friendship

🦅 He was sitting beside his fellow human fighters when he heard Goll shriek in happiness, to which everyone in the area reacted

🦅 A young male stood beside you as he laughed at Goll's antics, that was when he discovered what happened to you after your journey aboard the seas

" Everyone, this is my husband, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, William Turner! Will, these are my fellow fighters. "

🦅 Lü Bu felt his heart tug at the sides, he had no idea you were married, and thankfully, he didn't act on his feelings, as that would make him feel like the biggest piece of crap in Valhalla

🦅 Unlike others, Lü Bu could push his feelings aside like nothing, so when you introduced your husband to your friend, it wasn't hard for him to get along with Will

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🩸 Jack admired you not just for your strength, but for your personality

🩸 You shined a color he had never seen before, at least one he hadn't seen so strongly and so openly

🩸 As a true English gentleman, Jack did not wish to court you without your permission, and he planned after dinner that night, he would ask for your permission

🩸 Jack watched as Brunhilde brought in a young man wearing an old-fashioned pirate outfit, and his eyes widened slightly as you ran up and let him twirl you around before dipping you in for a kiss

🩸 And that kiss hurt his heart so much

🩸 William flushed when he noticed how many people were in the room, to which you laughed and introduced him to everyone there

🩸 Jack knew he wasn't the only admirer of you, but others took the news far better than him

🩸 He's good at masking his feelings, so watching as you happily sit by your husband while speaking to Jack and the others was a time that nobody could tell he was feeling quite down

🩸 William did though. And when he confronted him about it, Jack just answered him honestly, and William accepted it

🩸 Will knew you had these admirers, and he understood why, and since Jack had treated you and him so respectively, despite the hard hit, William just gave him the best advice he could

🩸 Jack watched as he walked away with you, and he couldn't lie

🩸 You and William deserved each other, and while Jack knew you wouldn't feel the same about him, being your friend and ally was a place he could stay and be happy

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🥊 Not gonna lie, Raiden reminded you of Jack Sparrow, a lot

🥊 From the way his determination and arrogance clouded his judgement and led to quite a few people knocking him down a few pegs, it just reminded you of the man you considered to be a brother so much

🥊 Raiden had romantic feelings for you ever since he had first seen you fight against Sasaki Kojiro during a practice session

🥊 The way you held yourself was something he admired and because of that, it evolved into something far more serious

🥊 He leaned back in his chair, and when he saw the kiss you and William shared that night, it made him sit up and ask who he was, along with others, but he was a main person to get a hint angry

🥊 Why did he not realize you were married?

🥊 William was very respectful towards you, and Raiden couldn't help but compare himself to the young captain

🥊 You loved the way he talked to gently and with so much passion for his crew and job, despite the long time he was forced to stay away from you

🥊 After dinner, Raiden sat awake and pondered why he felt this way. And when he realized why, it broke his heart, but, unlike certain people, he pushed his feelings to the front lines and he hid himself away for hours on end

🥊 Once he finally processed everything, he got along with Will surprisingly well, and while his feelings for you may never truly fade away, if this guy makes you happy, it's worth every minute

[brokenjere]

seveteen going under (j.f) (ch. 19)

seventeen going under (j.f)

an: let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for the last few chapters :( my inbox is always open so if you wanna cry about it being almost done with me i'd appreciate it bc i am truly sad! i have at least one or two more chapters in me but maybe i can be persuaded to keep their story alive but I'll need ideas so feel free to chat with me :) let me know how you guys liked it!

synopsis: when jeremiah disappears, yn is left all alone on the dance floor but when he returns, he doesn't find her dancing solo

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Jeremiah was gone a long time. After the escort dance, they played slow and boring ballroom music and let people mingle. I could see their fake smiles hidden behind their fake lips plastered in expensive lipstick. Susannah flew around the room talking to her country club friends. The women that volunteered instead of work. The women that think their kids are the best kids and no one else compared. They stroked their daughters backs as Susannah gushed about how beautiful they looked and then she moved on to the next family. The boys sat by the stage in a huddle, none of them except Steven and Conrad really having family here it seemed.  

Shayla sat with Steven, her arm draped over his leg in a lazy intimacy that made my stomach twist into knots. Conrad stared at me from where he sat and leaned back against the steps. I stayed in my chair, fiddling with the elbow length gloves I was forced to wear. My mom was talking with her hands about something I’ve already long forgotten about and my dad just loved to listen to her. Belly, Cam, Shayla, Nicole, Conrad, and even Freaking Gigi were all laughing and having a good time while I sat here and waited for my date to return to me. My date. My boyfriend. My best friend. My Jeremiah. Whatever he was, he had disappeared and left me sitting here alone. 

I could join them, I thought. I could go over there and no one would think twice about it but I secretly liked the game that Conrad and I were playing from across the room. He watched me intently until I looked back at him and then we watched each other. He shifted on his butt, his hair falling into his face so he had to push it back, exposing his forehead. He adjusted his jacket and tie like he was clearing his throat and I trailed the chain of my necklace with my gloved finger. It was a necklace Jeremiah got me for my sixteenth birthday. He gave it to me a few weeks early because he was too excited to wait. It had a moon charm dangling from the chain. The card read: “I will always love you to the moon and back.” I haven’t taken it off since. 

He shuffled his feet, his toe of his left foot hitting the heel of his right. I tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear and used my tongue to pick out a piece of rubbery chicken from dinner and then washed it down with the glass of white wine in front of my mom. She swatted my hand and I pretended not to notice. Then, the lights went dark and every scurried off to their respective tables. Jeremiah was still not here. 

“The waltz is about to start,” Belly said when she reached me, dipping her head close to mine so she could whisper it in my ear. “Where’s Jere?” I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. I was well aware of all the girls finding their reliable, safe, and handsome men while I stood like a deer in headlights searching for mine that would not be found. I should have followed him, I thought. Why didn’t I do that? 

Shayla shot me a concerned glance from her and Steven’s spot on the dance floor and I shook my head. I started to circle the room, asking anyone and everyone if they had seen him. I knew no one had. No one left besides him. He could be anywhere at this point, maybe not even in the country club. How could he do this to me? 

When I reached the table again, my mom met me on the dance floor. “Where is he? Why’d he take off like that earlier?” I started to shake my head almost uncontrollably. If i wanted to, I could burst open like a dam and flood the entire room with tears but I couldn’t let that happen so I sucked them back up. I was breathing so heavy I thought all the air in the room would go inside my lungs. She put her hands on my shoulders. “I’ll go find him, okay?” I nodded but it was too late. I told her that. She said, “no, it’s not. Just wait, okay? I’ll go find him.” I nodded again but still didn’t believe her. She disappeared out of the same door he did not that long ago and then I was alone on the dance floor while everyone had their person. Where the hell was mine? 

When the music started and the slow drum of the song we listened to in practice reverberated through my bones. I felt his hands on me again like a phantom pain in my limbs and I heard his laughter as he spun me around and I felt sick and alone. I don’t know whether I was spinning or if it was the room but when my eyes focused, Conrad was standing and he was walking toward me with his hand outstretched. “I know all the moves, remember?” 

I hesitated and swallowed all the things I thought I knew and I took his hand. I thought I was destined for Jeremiah Fisher. But destiny, happenstance, is only romantic when you choose that route, too. When you knowingly and willingly fall into place just as the universe intended you to do. So I took his hand and let him lead me in the waltz. His hands were firmer than Jeremiah’s. He held me with purpose and ease. We did not fumble over each other’s feet and we did not laugh. We stared at each other with such intensity, everything around us faded away. 

He twirled me and I felt as if my eyes never left his. His feet moved like he does this dance in his sleep and it was easy to follow him. My feet chased him like squirrels in the park. His steady and even breathing called out to my rapid breaths and told them to slow down. He was here. It was okay. Everything was going to work out. How did he do that? Steady me without saying a word? He twirled me again and I caught a glimpse of sandy blonde curls. Sad eyes and sagging shoulders. My hands landed on those of his brother. 

“Good?” He asked me and I nodded. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. Conrad kneeled down on one knee and held his arm up over his head. I held it loosely and circled his body like I was instructed to do in class. The boys were told not to watch. Face forward. Do not look at the girl. Conrad was stone-faced and I swear, he saw Jeremiah, too. Watching us. His face was cold and hurtful. But he left me. He made this happen. Conrad’s touch felt too hot for me at that moment and I craved for the blonde boy across the room the way you crave chocolate after a hardy meal. 

We kept moving the way we knew how. The only thing to do was to keep going. Keep going and going until the music stopped and everyone clapped and it was just him and I, heavy breathing and clammy hands. “For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’m glad it was me.” 

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t reply. I just stepped out of his embrace a little too early and wiped his sweat off onto my white dress and cleared the room to Jeremiah. I ignored everyone staring at me. “Where were you?“ I hissed at him, dismissing the fact I was just waltzing with his brother. His hands were in his pockets and he was leaning against the back wall. I don’t know if anyone else saw him come in. He wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes were somewhere over my shoulder. 

“I had something to do.” His voice was cold. Colder than I had ever heard it before and I shivered despite being hot. “You looked good out there.” His eyes darted down to me. 

“Don’t flatter me”

“I’m not. I’m just stating a fact. You two are a good couple.” The word couple spat out of his mouth like a hidden piece of broccoli on his dinner plate he didn’t anticipate eating. It hit me in the face with a thud. 

“What?” I stuttered on my words. He didn’t know. How could he know? 

“Where were you?” Conrad. His voice came from behind me. Jeremiah looked up almost startled to see him but he straightened his shoulders like he was ready to fight. A soldier going off to war. 

“I took Mom’s phone. She had some pretty interesting emails,” Jeremiah said. I felt a wall of tension forming, brick by brick. Interesting emails. Couple. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t. 

“Jere, not now,” Conrad said in a low voice. The whole ballroom was alive with motion now so I doubted anyone was paying attention to the skeptical that was happening in the back corner. 

“Why not? You seemed to want to have it in with Yn earlier. So why not have it in with me?” He pushed himself off the wall, stepping closer to his brother. I stepped out of the way and I was no longer a person of interest. He had heard and he hadn’t said anything. He heard before he left. He kissed me like he loved me, yet he knew. Conrad looked at me, panicked and Jeremiah said, “don’t fucking look at her.” I flinched. 

“We don’t need to do this now. Let’s just go home.” Conrad reached for his brothers hand and instead of going with his big brother, as Jeremiah so often did, he snapped his hand back and used it to punch Conrad in the face. A square hit right in his left eye. 

“Jeremiah!” I yelled but it went unheard from him. Conrad stumbled back, holding his eye but he didn’t throw a punch back. 

“You should have told me!” He yelled. Now we were collecting an audience. I saw my parents standing up and Susannah pushing herself out of the chair and then Jeremiah hit his brother again. “You knew she was sick and didn’t tell me! And then you fucked my girlfriend!” His voice was laced with poison. Acid spat between his teeth and hit him again. Conrad tackled Jeremiah now, if only to get him to shut up. He never threw a punch back. They just wrestled on the floor and I helplessly tried to pull Jeremiah off of him by his tuxedo jacket but it was no use. They only stopped when Susannah yelled at them like she did so many times in their childhood. Like they were fighting over a used toy. Maybe they were.

“What the hell is going on here?” She asked, obviously not having heard the words exchanged between them. The boys looked at their mom and their features softened.  I loved that about them. That no matter what, they were mama’s boys deep down. Everything and anything for Susannah Fisher. 

“I think they know,” my mom said from behind her. I looked at her and I think, without really knowing, she knew everything. I was still attached to the umbilical cord that grew out of her body and she could read my mind. See my thoughts. Live in my feelings. Susannah looked at my mom confused and then back to the boys. 

“We know. I’ve always known,” Conrad admitted. I saw Susannah’s heart sink and then, from somewhere in the crowd, little Belly asked: “know what?” 

Laurel ushered her two kids out of the ballroom. I could almost see them now: crying. Hugging. Hearing that their Susannah was sick again and wouldn’t make it this time. Little Belly, who looked so grown up today and was a blossoming teenager, curled in the fetal position as her life tipped upside down. 

Susannah tried to usher her own kids out, but I reached out for Jeremiah before he could follow her.  He flinched. “Can we talk?” I asked him quietly. “When you’re available?” 

“I don’t really have much to say to you right now. You should have told me.” He looked at me as he walked out of the ballroom. Still as if we were the only two people in the universe. I watched and watched until he was gone and i was surrounded by strangers wondering what this little girl had gotten herself into. I wish I knew. I wish I knew. I started to drown. The current pulled me under until I couldn’t breathe and I was a gasping, floundering fish in the ocean tidal wave. 

My mom said it was a panic attack. What happened to me at the debutante ball. She said it was normal. She said it had happened to her before, too. That it was nothing to worry about. My dad carried me out of the ballroom bridal style and all the way to the car. I didn’t remember a thing. My head was under water. Even now, as I lay in my bed of cloud-like pillows with the night sky calling out to me, I felt dazed. 

I remembered Jeremiah and my body screamed for him. I checked my phone. No messages. I locked it and put it back under my pillow. I’m sure he was with his mom. That’s where he needed to be. Not with me, consoling the inconsolable. I was a blubbering mess but my mom wasn’t dying. She was right downstairs, probably reading a book or watching an old reality tv show that no one cared about anymore. My dad was probably holding her hand. They probably chatted about how to help me. What they should do. Oh, our poor daughter. Yeah. Their poor daughter. Who was crying over a boy with a dying mom. I didn’t shed a tear for Susannah. My sadness was all my own and I felt selfish for it. It made me cry harder. I think I cried myself to sleep. 

The next morning it was raining. For a town that never saw rain, there sure was a lot of this summer. Maybe the universe knew that this summer was doomed for the rain. The gloomy skies and cracks of thunder. It was still dark out. The sun was still sleeping. 

There was french toast and eggs on the table and bacon sizzling on the stove top. Dad was flipping them over, taking all the little hits of grease as they splattered his arm. “Good morning, kiddo,” he said. I wrapped my arms around his middle and he kissed the top of my head. I was grateful he was here to flip my bacon. “How did you sleep?” He pretended not to see the bags under my red and swollen eyes. 

“Decent enough. Where’s Mom?” I asked. I pulled out a stool from the breakfast counter and sat down, my feet dangling. I liked to sit here where my feet don’t touch the ground. It makes me feel like a child in the best way possible. Like I still have room to grow. 

“She’s at Susannah’s with Laurel. I think they’re all just taking a day, you know? With each other. Now that everyone knows.” 

“Have you heard from anyone? About Belly and Steven? How they’re doing?” He sighed and set down the tongs he was using. I held my breath. “The boys?” I added in a whisper. 

“Belly and Steven are going to be okay. They’re all going to be okay,” he said. His back was still turned to me. He prepared the paper towel and one by one he placed a strip of bacon on it and padded the grease dry. 

“Even if Susannah dies?” If wasn’t really the word I should be using. I knew the finality of it from the moment Conrad told me. She beat it once but twice was a long shot. I didn’t know if anyone really thought it was an option. 

Susannah could fight it if she wanted to. She could fight a snow storm in flip flops and a sun hat. She could fight a tornado with no shelter and weather any storm that dared to face her. But I don’t think she wanted to. The last time she got sick, her brain turned nearly to mush. She couldn’t stay awake. She lost most of her hair. Her eyes didn’t sparkle. She wanted her eyes to sparkle and if she lost the fight all those years ago, with unsparkling eyes, well, the thought alone would have killed her.  If the boys and I were to be at her deathbed, her eyes better be fucking sparkling. 

“There was a trial that Adam and Laurel found online. They shared it with your mother and the three of them asked Susannah to participate. She met all the criteria. She didn’t want to, at first.” There was a long pause. “The boys convinced her to try.”

“That doesn’t mean she won’t die.” 

My dad slammed his hands down on the counter and turned toward me with a fierceness he couldn’t muster very often. I shuddered and sank into the chair. “She might die, Yn. You’re right. She might also live. She might also be able to watch her boys go to college or get married. She might be able to watch them have their babies of their own. Or she might not. She may only make it to Spring. And that’s something we can cross when we get to it, alright?” By the end of his rant, he was less angry. He was back to normal. He handed me a plate of food and patted my hand and told me he loved me and then he went next door through the backyard and I pretended that it was a black hole into an alternate universe where Susannah was happy and the boys were happy and I was six feet in the ground. 

Jeremiah’s POV 

I stayed up most of the night crying. I knocked on the wall that Belly and I shared like I had done before, but usually, I’m calling for Yn. I knocked twice, instead of the three times meant for her. I love you. That’s what the three meant whether she knew it or not what we started it, that was what it always meant for me. She knocked back and then she was in my dark room. Her hair had fallen in her face with effortless messiness that made me smile. Her pajamas were still freshly pressed. Something I’m sure my mom did this morning just so she’d have nice pj’s to sleep in. It was the kind of thing my mom did. 

I scooted over in my bed to make room for her and she crawled in like she did when we were kids. We often used to do this in the summer house. Share a bed. Share a seat at the dining room table. Share a shake at the movies. We shared a lot. Now, we’ll share grief. I let her lay next to me in bed and when she started to cry softly, the floodgates in my eyes also opened. We lay there, more vulnerable than we had ever been with each other, and cried. Eventually, Belly fell asleep. She stifled her tears and shut her eyes and the water on her face dried up into her eyelashes. 

There was a lot of crying that night. Mom cried as she sat me and Conrad down and told us the whole truth. That she had relasped. She was no longer in remission and she would not try to fight it again. “Why not?” I asked her, tears running down my face and snot bubbling out of my nose. “Fight for us.” 

She said the trial didn’t guarantee results. She wouldn’t dim her life to save it. She wanted to go out authentically Susannah. She refused and refused and cried and cried until Conrad, with too many tears choking his words, croaked out: “Please, mom.” Then, she conceded. We fell into a pile of limbs and tears and grief for a mother not yet gone. I don’t know how long we stayed like that. Long enough for my arms to go numb and the waistband of my dress pants to start to hurt. When we untangled ourselves, Mom put us to bed like we were kids and I snuck out like always to see my big brother. 

I did that a lot when I was a boy. When the age gap between Conrad and I seemed far greater than it did now. He was the older brother. Cool and interesting and I always wanted to tag along. We’d get put to bed and when the hallways were dark, I would go to Conrad’s room to see him awake and reading under the covers. He would let me hang out for a while, telling me stories about his day that, when the sun was shining, I was too young to know about. Now, as I creeped into his room, there was only sadness and anger and a hint of distrust. He didn’t trust that I wouldn’t hit him again. My knuckles throbbed at the thought. 

“I’m not going to hit you,” I told him as the door shut. He loosened his tie enough to pull it over his head. He tossed it on the bed along with his jacket but he still eyed me suspiciously so I held my hands up in surrender. 

“Then what are you doing in here?” 

“Why her?” I asked before really thinking about it. I didn’t have a speech planned. No grand argument bubbling inside of me ready to erupt. That was my only question. Why did he have to love her, too?

“I can ask you the same thing,” he said. 

“No you can’t. She was always mine. Since we were kids. She was my person.” 

“You can’t just claim her because she’s your best friend. She’s allowed to fall in love outside of your little bubble. How long were you planning on being the only boy in her life?” 

“Forever,” I snapped. Forever was always the goal. I could not imagine a future that didn’t exist with her in it. There wasn’t one. “She was always mine.” 

“When you weren’t kissing Vivian?” His head cocked to the side and I wanted to punch him again. Harder this time. With no one to stop me. His eye was bruising from earlier but instead of feeling guilty, I regretted I didn’t make it worse. “That’s why she came over, you know? Because she was so fucked up about you kissing Vivian. That almost killed her.” 

“Good thing you were there, huh? Conrad to the rescue. Always there to save the day. Did she come to see you? Or was she there for me?” He was quiet. I had gotten him. She went looking for me and fell into his arms instead. What if I had heard her or seen her before she was in his bedroom? Would she have went up with me? Could we have been doing this since Spring? The thought made me sick with regret. “Why’d you do it? You had to know. That we loved each other.” 

“I had just found out about Mom,” he said. Shrugging as if that explained it all away. “I was upset and she was upset and it just happened. I didn’t really think about it.” I didn’t really think about it. Taking her virginity was just a Friday night activity for him. Something he didn’t really need to think about. Friday night. The night Vivian kissed me. I remember it all so clearly now. The pieces were falling into place. 

“You came in my room that night, didn’t you? While I was asleep. You said you needed a condom. I thought you had called Audrey over for a late night booty call but it was Yn, wasn’t it?” Conrad looked away and refused to look back at me. I clenched my fists, begging myself not to hit him again. He was still my brother, after all. “Wasn’t it?” I repeated. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled like a little kid getting caught doing something bad. He stared at his feet. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mom and I’m sorry I fell for her and I’m sorry I did that to you.” 

“I’m sorry, too.” I walked out of his room and to my own. I put my pajamas on. I brushed my teeth and took a shower and laid down in bed and wondered how the house would smell if Mom wasn’t here. Would her perfume still linger in every crevice of the house? Would there still be remnants of flour and sugar and chocolate chips all over the kitchen from when she bakes cookies every weekend? Would the windows sparkle the same from her cleaner and would all the wood in the house still smell like lemons? 

Then I thought about the house next door and how that house would always smell the same. Yn will always live in every stretch of fabric and her shoes will always be in the front entrance hall and I will alway climb through her window because she will always leave it unlocked. For me or for Conrad? Was she disappointed every time it was me that slipped through? Would I ever get over the ache that echoes in my chest when I think about them together? Or when I see Conrad’s face? Is this the thing that breaks the unbreakable?

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[letsperaltiago]

you and all your little things | jake & amy

Based on an old prompt I received in my inbox a loooong time ago:

"this is either a fic request or just a nice thought, depending on if you like it haha! i saw a reddit post today about a woman who said she loves finding kitchen appliances in the wrong place bc she knows that means her boyfriend must have tidied up the kitchen. she said on a stressful day, coming home and finding something in the wrong place makes her feel happy that her bf is trying to do something to make her day easier - even if he messes up a little. gave me early j&a vibes, season 3ish"

Rating: G (Pure fluff <3)

Words: 1.4k

Read here or on AO3

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She doesn’t think too much about it… Or maybe rather she tries not to think too much about it. 

Amy Santiago tries not to think too much about the fact that she really likes being in a relationship: the solid, silly, and amazing kind with Jake Peralta. She might even be loving it, if she has to be completely honest.  

It’s the smallest things she usually loves the most and it drives her that much more insane that the man does the tiniest, trivial things and she swoons as if he’s asking for her hand in marriage - not that she’s thinking about that yet… duh. Or… maybe a bit? How can a guy she’s been with for just barely 6 months mean so much to her already? Is that normal? More importantly: is it safe? 

Even during the entire (and very intense) ‘annoying and difficult to be around’-phase Jake happened to go through when she first started at the 9-9, deep (very deep at times) down,  Amy always knew she liked Jake. Even before they were dating, obviously, but now that she has him her true and completely unhinged feelings are starting to surface and show. Slowly, bit by bit like the iceberg in the horizon, threatening to come closer and crash into her. No, of course, she doesn’t think of their relationship as a fatal shipwreck but they did just watch Titanic a few days ago and the metaphor is right there. After the movie, tiredly stretching after having fallen asleep with her head resting in his lap, Jake had suddenly gone silent and looked at her through the dark with a look so intense she could’ve sworn he was about to tell her a century old secret that could change the world. 

“Ames?” he’d said so seriously that it made her heart drop to her gut.

“Y-yeah?” 

“I’m about to ask you something very important.” Even in the dimmed light of her scented candles, she could see the depth of his brown irises grow darker. What had happened to the lighthearted and never-serious boyfriend of hers? 

“W-what?” She was tired, disoriented from her mid-movie nap, and now she was supposed to sit here and just witness him breaking up with her or something. Her life was definitely a joke. Silence swallowed them as he reached over the tiny gap between them and grabbed her hands. Another few seconds snailed by. Neither moved from their seats on the couch. 

“Will you paint me like one of your french girls?” 

What? Her brain short-circuited. 

“What?”

Then she saw it. A glimt, so mischievous it couldn’t hide, ever, appeared in his eyes. Lips broke into a tight line that told her he was holding back a grin. Even in the darkness, it was clear as day that he was messing with her. 

“Jacob, you asshole!” she punched his shoulder and he finally broke, letting out a cackle. 

So yeah, no actual Titanic happening in their relationship, and Jake has totally stolen her heart, and Amy is all at once completely enamoured but also horribly scared of how quickly she’s falling… getting used to it. Mainly, as already mentioned, the little things. 

Jake utterly, obliviously and completely messes with her way of thinking logically and even worse… her love and respect for organizing. 

Example: A couple of months ago, Jake had stayed the night. Even though she was going to work the in the morning, while he had a day off, Jake had insisted on staying the night. In the morning he’d sent her off with a kiss (and a playful smack to the butt) before passing back out in her bed. Driving to work Amy couldn’t help but overthink all the mess she’d come home to because untidiness was part of her boyfriend’s DNA. Even though it took some minor controversies and time getting used to, now she didn’t mind too much. Cleaning was fun and if it meant that Jake was making himself at home and stuck around more often then she’d gladly put up with it. It was safe to say that she was both pleasantly surprised and amused upon arriving back home to her now-empty apartment. 

When she walked into her home the air was crisp, clean even, telling her that Jake had aired the apartment for her before leaving. Lucky her because she’s pretty sure that the smell of their miserably burnt popcorn from last night must’ve been hell to get rid of. Suddenly she wondered what else he’d done. She didn’t expect anything but maybe Jake Peralta had the potential of being a tidy boyfriend. After taking off her boots and coat, putting it away as per usual, Amy wandered through her apartment as if she was visiting an exhibition at a museum; curious to learn and openminded. 

The blanket from last night was folded and rested across the sofa’s armrest - just how she always did herself but she’s positive that she didn’t do that yesterday. They’d made out on the couch and Jake had carried her straight to bed to continue the horny activities. It was safe to say that neither of them had gone back to the living room after that. Sure, the blanket could’ve been folded more neatly but Amy couldn’t possibly get herself to do anything about it; she’d been too busy smiling from ear to ear at the image of her boyfriend folding the huge, black plaid to the best of his abilities. 

The kitchen had been cleaned as well but she did happen to do a double-take when her eyes wandered across the sight of their two mugs (yes, they have stupid matching couples’ mugs) standing very much washed and clean, she also noticed, on top of her coffee machine.  Following her own logic, mugs would always belong in the cupboard: above the plates, next to the glasses. 

However then, suddenly, Amy could also see it from her boyfriend’s point of view: what do you use mugs for? Coffee. Where do you make the coffee? Coffee machine. Duh. Thus they belong together. 

She’d napped a picture of it and sent it to him right away. 

Amy Santiago:

Never thought of doing this but it somehow makes sense.

A few moments later her phone pinged, notifying her of a new message.

Jake Peralta:

oh ames welcome to the wonderfully logical world of jake peralta

She’d chuckled at it before heading for further exploration of her own home. Besides it being tidy as usual (almost up to her own very high standards) she didn’t notice much. The bed was made, shower scraped clean and his dirty clothes in her laundry basket. From day one they’d made a rule: she didn’t mind washing his clothes but the least he could do was put it in the laundry basket and not leave it all over the place. Never had he broken the rule.  And for him to clothes leave behind for her to wash is okay since he always does the same for her when she leaves something behind at his place - so far he’s only turned two of her white items pink. The first time, very early on in their dating slash situationship, he'd confessed straight away.

Jake Peralta:

don’t be mad. i turned your t-shirt the color of love.

click to open attachment. 

He’d texted her the first time.

Amy Santiago:

Wow, what a unique take on messing up my white t-shirt.

Jake Peralta:

sorry :( 

Amy Santiago:

It’s okay <3 I’ll just have to steal one of yours

The second time he'd left the item on her bed, folded in something resembling a heart, with a note with 'color of love' and a tiny heart next to it. She couldn't be mad - even if it was her night shorts. The note she kept in her drawer. 

Although she hadn’t noticed earlier that day he'd stayed over on his day off, she later comes one more puzzling yet amusing surprise. One is when she’d been looking for her reading glasses and couldn’t find them, only to randomly come across them… lying next to her toothbrush. She’d been more than curious to understand the logic behind the placement and sent him a picture. 

Amy Santiago:

What is the logic behind this? 

Jake Peralta:

You always read in bed before going to sleep. You always brush your teeth right before getting into bed. I thought it was normal to pair the two? 

Wow. She’d been smiling and blushing so hard and if he had been there with her then he definitely would’ve teased her about it. 

He definitely wasn’t a titanic. He was a million things, tiny little things, that made her heart flutter and lips curl into stupid school girl smiles. What can she say? Jake Peralta has a wonderfully weird brain and she’s slowly, bit by bit, falling more and more in love with him and his logic. 

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

“No, sorry, you laughed. I… I never saw it before. It’s- pretty”

Characters: Eula x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol (bc Mondstadt), nothing else, just fluff

This post is part of my 800 Follower Event, if you'd like to read other post belonging to the Event you can find them on my blog under the tag #JustASimp'sSimpingEvent

a/n: I accidentally answered this request when I posted the other Eula fic, so I have to use a screenshot to show the ask in my inbox.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eula

While people who only knew Eula because she was a Lawrence might have said that her sense of humour was… rather unique, if they even realised that she had one and didn’t assume she meant everything she said 100% seriously, that is, you had grown rather accustomed to it. It may have took you some time to realise that you weren’t necessarily in trouble whenever she swore to take vengeance on you, once you did you couldn’t help but smile whenever you heard her say what had basically become her catchphrase.

But no matter how hilarious something might appear to her, due to her upbringing the most you’d get out of her was a smile or chuckle, never once having seen her laugh more than just a simple “Ha”.

Managing to order something to drink whenever the green alcoholic bard decided to play something in exchange for alcohol, while difficult enough, was hardly as much of a nightmare as bringing the two mugs back to your table, having to depend on nothing but luck and your ability to predict whatever movements the drunkards around you would make. But when you finally came back to where you had sat before going on your adventure, Eula seemed awfully focused on whatever the boy was singing, seemingly enjoyed it.

“Are you enjoying the music?”, you asked with a big smile before putting down the drink in front of her, only for her to turn her face back to you.

“As much as a Lawrence can enjoy a song mocking their family’s history”, was her response, and while her words might have made others think that she wanted nothing more than for it to stop, her tone and look made it rather obvious that there was at least one Lawrence that seemed to like it.

“I have a feeling that the jokes only make sense to those that know a bit about the recorded history of the Lawrence clan, so I’m probably not this song’s targeted audience”, you admitted before finally sitting back down on the chair.

“You should let yourself educate about what terrible things we have done and how dangerous we still are today, maybe then you’d finally realise that drawing my ire is a bad idea”, Eula joked before taking her first sip of the night.

Apparently, songs about the Lawrence clan were just what the bar’s visitors liked, since after the first song finally ended, almost all following one’s were about the same subject. And while you didn’t understand most of the events referenced, your parents having decided that telling their small child about horrible crimes from centuries ago, probably wasn’t a great recipe for good dreams, there whenever you did understand something, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

While Eula herself seemed to find most of the jokes amusing herself, and the few drinks she had since the first song certainly did a good job at making her more open about what was going on in her head, there hadn’t been a single laughter from her part. Or so it was, until the two of you were in the middle of a small conversation, only for her to overhear a joke about how great the upbringing of the Lawrence clan probably was, causing her to break out in laughter. You immediately became stopped talking, trying to memorise her laugh within just the second or two it lasted, knowing full well that it would probably be a long time until you got to hear it again.

“Are you okay? Why did you stop talking? Don’t tell me you’re choking on something, you can’t die before I managed to have my vengeance”, she asked, and although she was obviously joking, Eula still seemed slightly worried, only to relax a bit when you finally responded after silently staring at her for a few moments.

“No, sorry, you laughed. I… I never saw it before. It’s- pretty”, you blurted out, only for your face to heat up when you realised what had just come out of your mouth. “J-just forget I said anything, that was probably the alcohol”, you backpaddled, only to shut up once again when you saw Eula shake her head.

“No, no. Taking back what you said to an aristocrat is not an option, although you better really think what you said, since flattery alone won’t save you from my vengeance. The last kind of person I need around me is a sycophant”, Eula stated in her usual dramatic way, only to smile once she saw you shily nod your head in response. “Now back to the important matter at hand. How shall we make that bard pay for ridiculing my clan?”, she changed the subject after looking back at the increasingly drunk bard in green.

“We could buy him another drink. The hangover he’ll suffer tomorrow will be his punishment”, you jokingly suggested, deciding that playing along was the best course of action to make you forget your little slip-up. Your ‘plan’ instantly catching Eula’s attention, who turned back to you with a big smile.

“Great idea, that will show him.”

[frecklystars]

hi keri!!

I have some really good news! I saw you and ken on a date (in my dream but eh, close enough sjshs)

it was a live theater date (they're doing mamma mia in my city shsh) and from where I was sitting I could see you and ken holding hands!! (don't ask how I knew it was you guys, I just did)

you seemed stressed or nervous about somthing but ken just gave your hand a little squeeze and caress like "keri, my sweet girl" then he gave your knuckles a kiss "apple of my eye" another smooch "owner of my heart" final smooch "everything is going to be fine"

I was watching this like 👀😮💘

side note: I hope this silly little dream I had can you bring you even a fraction of joy that it brought me. I know things are tough for you right now but I'm hoping things get better! I'm so annoyed that people have been copying "my sweet girl"!!

I will admit, ever since I sent the ask about how much I adore the nickname, I have been inspired to step up my game while selfshipping😌 which basically means I come up with sickly sweet nicknames bc "it's what keri and ken would've done🙇🏽‍♀️"

so yeah, sorry for the wall of text, I hope the rest of your day/night goes well!! positivity blast!!! 💖💗💘💓💝💕🌸🌺🌷🐶

-🍀

LUCKY CLOVER ANON SWEETHEART I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU YESTERDAY!!!!! :D I hope you're doing well!!! NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR WALLS OF TEXT I shall always welcome every single beautiful beloved word you bring into my inbox <33!!!!!!!

YOU HAD A DREAM??? ABOUT KEN WITH ME???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 WUWHUHWUWHWUHWHUUHW WOWWWWWW WOW WOW!!!!!!!! I am so!!!! honored!!!!! 😭😭💝💝💗💘💓💞💞💞 Thank you so much for telling me!!!!!!!!! What a treat!!!! What a dream!!!!!

That makes me feel SO much better ;-; thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to send me an ask!!! OOGHOGH AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR SYMPATHIES OMG it has been eating me uppp how far away I've felt from Ken lately, feeling very unlovable and replaceable and the "sweet girl" ordeal was like the cherry on top. ofc it's not like I invented the pet name "sweet girl" or anything like that, and of COURSE it's fine if other self shippers want Ken to call them that, BUT I JUST DON'T WANNA BE TOLD ABOUT IT ESP ON MY OWN POSTS AND IN MY OWN INBOX?? SLFJSDFL??? especially when they're like "i took that from your comic btw :)" like WOHOAOOH!!!! WHOAH??? [spongebob voice] BACK IT UP. BACK IT UP. BACK IT UP 🚚 !!!!! I understand these ppl are saying it nicely and I am flattered they loved my comic/pet name idea THAT much but it... stings so bad omfg it HURTS, BRO........... the pet name is so personal to me/my story with Ken and it feels weird for me to now write/draw him saying it to me and no longer thinking he's talking To Me anymore :( BUT!!! i hope i can fix that by spending more time with him (watching Barbie, watching interviews, making gifsets, making art/fics) plus when I go out of town in a couple of weeks I'll stay completely offline for 10 days straight bc I won't be able to watch him sing I'm Just Ken at the Oscars (no cable where I'm going WAH) and I don't want spoilers. and. tbh maybe spending time offline from this hellsite will help Fix Me 🔨✨

I am so. WOWOWO i've read this 5 times in a row AND THE FACT THAT YOURE SUBCONSCIOUS CONJURED HIM BEING SO SWEET??? TO ME??? OF ALL PEOPLE??? Kissing my hand wtf that's one of my favorite Kisses... I think being kissed on the hand is one of the most loving and tender sweet things in the world... hand kisses + neck kisses are my absolute favorite and wowoowowoowwwhuhwuwhuhwhu LAYING ON THE FLOOR IN A POOL OF MY OWN TEARS THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!!!!! and the fact that we'd go to a live theater date!!!! BRO!!!! BRO THAT'S SO ROMANTIC I LOOOOVE LIVE THEATER 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙💙

LUCKY ANON!!!! I AM SOOOOOOOOO!!!! SO SO SO HAPPY YOU'RE STEPPING UP UR GAME SELF SHIPPING!!! "because it's what Keri and Ken would've done" made me SQUEAL swinging my legs in my chair and drumming my desk!!!! I was all excited and needed to let my energy out SLDKFJSLKDFHSDF THIS IS SOOO SWEET!!!!!! Coming up with special nicknames make self ships feel so... idk the word, it makes it feel so much more wholehearted and tender and soft!!! like it's a special connection JUST for the two of YOU!!!! Any time I have a main F/O I try to make them call me something that isn't just the generic "baby/darling/sweetheart" (though I DO use those pet names QUITE often on many, if not all, of my ships) but there is just something about having them call you something pertaining to the ship itself, your story with them, something you know they wouldn't call anybody else But You!!! whether it's them calling you your favorite flower, or something they find synonymous with you like a dessert or a star, or even your own name but rhymed with something else, something silly, or something inspired by a lyric of Your Song that the two of you share, it's just!! it's SO SPECIAL I absolutely adore doing it, it makes the ship feel quite exceptional imo!!

I AM GIVING YOU THE BIGGEST HUGS IN THE WORLD AND ALSO DONUTS!!!!!!! 🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩🍩💕💕💓💓💗💖💗💗💓💓💞💕💟💟💝💘💞💞💓💓💞💕💕💕💕💕 I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEETNESS!!!!!!!!! I hope you have the BEST DAY EVER 🥰🥰🥰🥰☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️!!!!!!!!!!

[teatin]

hiii! hope you're well.

this might be random but i just wanted to ask if you've played re4 remake yet? and if you have i would love to hear your thoughts on it? (i guess more specifically about aeon bc i am a Big Simp for them LOL but ofc i would love to hear any and all thoughts you have)

also i absolutely love your fanfics on ao3, you're so talented and your writing is so good aaaaaaa i've been rereading them over and over lmaoooo

anywayyyy thank u for ur time and i hope you have a lovely day ❤️

Hi there! So sorry I let this sit in my inbox for so long 😭

First of all: Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm so glad that you enjoyed my Aeon fics on AO3 and I hope I can continue to contribute even more fics to the fandom.

Now to the important stuff: Honestly? I really like what they did with Aeon in RE4R. My main criticism of their relationship in the OG game is that the devs didn't seem to know how to write a conversation between them that would last longer than 5 seconds, so all of their interactions in OG RE4 essentially boiled down to Ada smoke bombing Leon the moment the conversation started to get even slightly confrontational.

That's one thing I hoped they would improve on in the Remake and they did.

The original boat scene had no dialogue, but Remake's boat scene contained what is probably the closest thing we've had to a heart-to-heart between them. In the original, Ada swerved and crashed the boat against the rocks the moment she sensed Leon might have something to say, but here, she actively gives him an opening to speak his mind, and they actually get a chance to talk things out a little, even if the moment didn't last nearly as long as it should. I can appreciate that.

I also like the way they changed their final confrontation over the Plagas sample in a way that fits better with the narrative established in RE2R. In the original, Ada holds Leon at gun point, forcing him to hand over the sample, and even though we knew she would never hurt him, in the Remake timeline that scene wouldn't work as well considering 1) Leon had already challenged her to shoot him and she couldn't, another standoff like that wouldn't make any sense from a thematic or character standpoint, and 2) Remake Leon is clearly shown to be extremely vocal about his disillusionment and distrust of Ada, having her pull a gun on him after all that would've essentially undone any development they might've had throughout the game.

But it's not just Ada who changed. Leon pretty much let her have the sample without even bothering to put up a fight, and this is done without having a gun pointed at his head. This is also a continuation of the narrative established in RE2R: He probably remembers the last time he tried to fight her over a virus sample and how it led to catastrophic consequences. It also shows (in a very subtle way) that despite everything he said, he trusts Ada to not let the sample fall into the wrong hands. You can't tell me that if he had even a sliver of doubt, he wouldn't have at least tried to reason with her to get it back, instead he just kinda lets her have it.

I do think they could've done more with their relationship (I understand why Leon choking Ada while under the influence of the Plagas was removed, but I will forever be bitter about them axing a significant scene that involved Ada and giving it to LUIS of all people), but unlike a lot of people, I never went into the game expecting things to be sunshine and rainbows between them so the angsty direction of their relationship did not surprise me at all. If anything I could see shades of their Damnation era relationship in RE4R so I'm actually pretty pleased all things considered.

Also, them casually Facetiming each other this time around is just so funny to me somehow. It added a bit of lightheartedness in an otherwise quite heavy game (Aeon-wise).

RE4 era has always been a rough patch for Aeon. That has never changed. They bonded in such a short time in Raccoon City and that budding connection was immediately crushed by Ada's deception, and then she "died" before Leon could even process any of it (and he continued to not process any of it in the 6 years that followed, if the opening cinematic is anything to go by). That's a LOT of unresolved trauma and conflicted emotions. But they do care deeply, underneath it all, and we know that they will eventually get to a place where they can be comfortable with each other as they are. They haven't gotten there yet, but they will. And that's okay.

[berrymoos]

I think my ask the other day was sacrificed to the Tumblr gods and I have school in the morning so have this little thought

Also alluding to major spoilers for ST V2

Steve's first experience with age regression and caregiving was definitely when Dustin regressed after a nightmare (maybe or maybe not involving eddie) and called him dada bc he was very small and scared :((

Steve's unknown protective caregiver mode kicked in and he just went along with it because Dustin obviously needed the comfort and who's Steve to deny it to his little brother in all but blood \(°- °)/

While Steve's first experience with regressing himself, Robin had bought him a gag gift of a winnie the pooh stuffed animal and he was ecstatic about it /pos

Nancy who was jonnys cg at times immediately knew what was going on and helped him when he begged her to open it and she obliged, how could she not?

After Steve went to sleep cuddled up to winnie, Nancy decided to explain what was going on and that's how they found out robin was a regressor too!

hngehgheh maybe it did get sacrificed to the tumblr gods bc i cant find it in my inbox >:~[ hate when that happens!! but i hope your school year goes well, aiden!! i don't start until after labor day, but im pretty sure i have 2 orientations to go to before that time 💔

sorry this was so delayed btw, i've been pretty drained with lack of sleep & other summer things, not to mention this concept got SUPER long

something about these two events makes me think they happened in like the span of a few weeks maybe? hekdjwodksk idk why??

like ,, steve & dustin had been having a sleepover (rlly less a sleepover more of a "we fell asleep during our movie marathon" moment) when dustin is startled awake in the middle of the night by a nightmare. The Nightmare – the one about that night, after a certain someone ... you know :(

it's particularly scary in this case bc he woke up in the dark on a couch, in a place that wasn't home; even with that nightmare, being at home & able to instantly recognize where he was, able to snatch a comfort item in a blink offered some instant comfort, especially with a rapidly regressing brain. not being at home adds more of a scare, regardless if he actually knows the place (steve's house)

the exact moment he starts whimpering upon getting greeted with darkness (the thing he was in) & then full on crying, unable to properly see exactly where he was, something in steve’s slumber begins to feel wrong. he stirs to hear sniffling coming from where dustin had been sleeping. he's got a knack for knowing in his gut when one of his friends are crying, especially the kids

"dustin?" he mumbles, already getting up to go to him, but dustin kicks off his blankets as best he can to get to him first, but he ends up getting tangled so he can't – no no NO the bats got him he's gonna get EATEN – now crying audibly & reaching out frantically for him. steve, naturally being concerned, is now even more concerned for him, but when he untangles dustin from the mess of blankets & the kid crashes into his arms, sobbing "dada...!" over & over again into his chest, every part of him SCREAMS oh my god, he cannot let him out of his sight for the rest of the night

steve sits there for as long as it takes to calm dustin, rocking the sobbing little guy back & forth in his lap, messing with his curls to ground him until his cries tamper off into simple sniffles & hiccups. he asks, in a gentle (bordering on parental) voice if he wants to talk about it, but when dustin responds with a low whine, steve doesn’t press. instead, he carries him to the kitchen (given dustin refuses to let him go no matter what) & offers him a bottle of water: “don't drink too fast, mkay?”

dustin proceeds to drink too fast even with steve's hand partially keeping it steady, choking a little on the water

“that's exactly why, buddy.”

dustin looks at him – god, the look in his eyes is so innocent. “so’hy dada...”

steve smiles; if had any doubts about what dustin called him before, they're all gone now. he definitely called him dada. “it's alright. just drink a little slower.”

he spends the next hour getting dustin to relax by taking him to his room to playing numerous made-up games (ranging from peek-a-boo to some kind of tickle game he made up on the spot), indulging in junk food, & continuing their movie night (but forgoing any horror movies). dustin gets fussy when he starts getting sleepy, afraid of another nightmare, but steve brings him close to his chest, bounces him on his knee, & plays with his hair – in minutes, dustin's snoozing peacefully on his lap with two fingers lodged in his mouth

as cute as it is, steve can't help but wonder: what was that all about?

come the next morning & dustin is so embarrassed – like more than he's ever been in his entire life. literally the moment he wakes up & notices steve is up as well he's LAUNCHING into this apology, how he didn't mean for any of that to happen, how he knows steve isn't his dad but in the moment with his scrambled & terrified brain it just slipped and he'll never do it again, god he's so weird–

“dustin! dustin, it's fine! i'm not mad or anything, i promise.”

“you're– you're not?”

“no, ’course not, dude. i'm just ... a little confused about what happened last night.”

brief relief washes over him. thank god he's not mad. “okay. okay, cool ... great.”

dustin tells steve about everything that went on that night over some breakfast he made, but dustin is more playing with his food than anything; steve already said he wasn't mad about it, but will that hold up after he tells him about how this isn't his first time feeling small & how it's formally called age regression? will he still like him after it all?

"oh. okay."

"...okay...?"

"yeah. okay. you said it helps you deal with ... what happened, right? that it's a reaction your brain has when things are too much?"

"mhm."

"then why wouldn't it be okay? a lot of shit has happened and after so much of it, your brain kinda..." steve makes this whistling sound as he dives his finger toward the table, then an exploding sound when it hits. "so it's just trying to protect y- dustin? you okay?"

he asks bc dustin is crying over his plate of uneaten breakfast & that cg surge from last night comes back, though not as strong as before. he's ready to hop up from his chair to comfort him, but: "th-thanks, steve. you're- i love you, man."

steve smiles gently & takes his hand in his. "i love you, too. now eat your breakfast, i slaved over that stove for you and my hard work is getting cold!"

for about two weeks, steve & dustin are like even tighter than before with their new dynamic: dustin feels small, he walkies steve, steve comes over, & they take it from there. all is well, really! nothing too out of the norm, but steve learns some things abt this little guy in the process – like how he loves stuffing foreign objects in his MOUTH, dustin you canNOT eat this WATCH

of course, things are relative in the norm – yknow, baby dustin / cg steve – until steve is presented with a winnie the pooh stuffie from robin when he visits her & nancy three weeks after dustin's nightmare, & this sudden yet pleasant fuzzy feeling washes over him the MOMENT he sees the cute little tail sticking out of the wrapping paper. he knows INSTANTLY what the gift is bc he was like, the BIGGEST winnie the pooh fan when he was little (& actually still is 👀), so he doesn't even have to see the whole gift – he just knows

he's so excited he can't even get the wrapping paper off, it keeps slipping thro his butterfingers 😭😭 "nancyyy!! nancy nancy nancy nancy!!! need help!! help help help, p’ease!!", bouncing on the balls of his feet & wiggling like a little worm AUGH ╥﹏╥ nancy is MELTING on the spot as she goes "i got it. bud, give it here." & opens it for him - IMMEDIATELY steve grabs it & tugs nance & robin along to play with his new toy ,, robin is a little bit confused bc ?? what's up with her best friend?? he doesnt usually act like this?? but she never ever judges him – that's not who she is!! in fact she might've played a little harder with him than nancy did 🤭 not that that was a problem, bc nancy was sitting there monitoring the two of them, soft around the edges thinking about how similar little steve is to jonny ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

& when steve starts drifting off to sleep & nancy tucks him (and winnie, ofc <3) into bed, robin's earlier confusion comes back

"hey, nance? uh ... what was that? not that i'm gonna judge or anything like that! i'm just ... a little confused? i've never seen him act like that..."

"oh! it's called age regression. kind of like when the mind reverts to a simpler stage in life for one reason or another. usually it's because of trauma, but other times it's for stress and whatnot."

reverts back to a simpler stage because of trauma or stress... "nancy...?"

"yea, rob?"

"can people .. regress just for fun, too?"

"i'm pretty sure they can."

oh.

is that the fuzzy feelings that comes to her when she passes the care bear stuffies at the store or sees one of their movies at work?

is that why she gets so giggly at simple things like watching dogs play fetch at the park or going up high on the swings?

that ... has to be why she feels much smaller than normal when she has a doctor's appointment & cries more freely when she has to get a shot, right?

that's ... the same feeling she kind of felt while she was playing with steve.

"robin? are you okay?"

"oh– yeah, just .. figured out a few things about myself, that's all."

even though she's not very explicit about what she means, when she meets nancy's eyes, it's clear that she understands by the way she smiles

& in that hour or so later, after steve wakes up, out of his newfound headspace and finds robin & nancy chilling in the living room, talking amongst themselves, winnie still in his arms, nancy is prepared to talk to steve about what just happened - like homegirl has a speech at the ready

"hey, steve?"

"hey, nancy."

"you're probably really confused on what just happened-"

"mh, no. not really. age regression."

well. her speech is thrown out the window instantly 💀 she spent that entire hour practicing with robin & he just. already knows?

"wh–? you already know? you've regressed before?"

that night with dustin – and all of the days following it – come barreling into steve's mind. a fond feeling softens his heart

"yeah. a friend told me about it."

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [Chapter 1] 

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕

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“Mmh… Wonwoo…”

His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”

A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.

“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.” 

There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”

Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.

“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes. 

The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.

“Okay. Just say--”

You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.

The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.

Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.

“Ugh... Damn it.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.

“Oh, god, please, p-please…”

Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.

You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back. 

When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.

“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.

Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably. 

And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.

‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?

‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said

‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag

‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...

‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏

‘Gyu: lmk

You’re nervous. Shy, even.

After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.

‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.

You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.

You just had to be a little more patient.

Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.

For studying, you tell yourself.

The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.

Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.

Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.

You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone. 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away. 

Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.

“Sweetheart?”

The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”

He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there. 

“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.

“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”

The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.

Not bad, just different.

His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.

Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.

“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.

“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.

“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”

“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.

“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”

You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”

Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.

“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.

“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.

“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”

Oh.

“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”

The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”

Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.

“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”

You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.

“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.

“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.

You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.

“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.

“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months. 

There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.

“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?” “Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”

The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”

Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.

“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”

Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.

“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.

Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.

The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

[itsallyscorner]

Just saw your little mix!reader au (LOVED IT) and I was thinking, what if y/n is kinda like Perrie aka the queen of leaking things and she's dating Tom and everyone makes fun of them bc they are THE couple that keeps spoiling/leaking stuff

Hello lovey!! Thank you for requesting and reading my other work, it’s very much appreciated!🥰 I love this request sm, omg. Happy reading, I hope you like it!💖

💌.

The King and Queen of Leaking

I had WAY too much fun with this request...enjoy!🥰

It had been a regular day in your household. You were in the kitchen starting up on breakfast while Tom was in his makeshift gym doing his morning workout. You were just finishing up on the eggs when your phone pinged. Glancing at your phone you saw that it was a text from Jade.

Jade💜: Babes! Check you email ASAP!!!

The texts in the band’s group chat began to flood in making you curious. Have you all done something to get in trouble with management? Maybe it was an awards nomination? Turning off the stove, you place the last pile of scrambled eggs onto Tom’s plate. After you set the plates on the table, you pull out one of the dining chairs and sit on it, pulling out your phone to see more texts from the girls.

Perrie🦋: Oh.My.God. I CANT BELIEVE IT!!!

Leigh-Anne😻: AHHHHHH THIS IS BIG!!! FIRST NUMBER ONE OF THE YEAR!!!

Jesy💖: I’m so so so SO proud of us!!! And our fans omg, they’re amazing!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!

Jesy💖: Where the hell is (y/n)???

Jade💜: Probs busy with Tom👀🍆💦

Perrie🦋: Has she not seen the news yet??

Leigh-Anne😻: Based on her lack of response, I’m guessing she’s busy😉

Jesy💖: (Y/N) I SWEAR HOP OFF TOM’S BLOODY DICK, SWEET MELODY IS NUMBER 1 ON THE CHARTS!!!!!

You gasp once you read Jesy’s last message. Your fingers move rapidly across your screen, exiting the messaging app to open up your email. The anticipation builds up in your body as you refreshed your inbox. Your leg bouncing as the little circle that went around and around popped up on your screen. For the last couple of days and weeks, your fans have been streaming Sweet Melody to top the charts and get it to Number 1. It has only been 10 weeks since “Confetti” has been released and the album has been getting an amazing response. Seeing your fans’ determination to get the song up the charts made your adore them even more and you just wanted to hug and thank every single one of them. You guys had the most amazing fans in the world, though many celebrities claimed that theirs were the best, Mixers were the crème de la crème in your eyes.

Your inbox refreshes and the first email you see is from the Official Charts Company, a company that celebrated singles that reached number one on the charts. You click on the email and carefully skim through the paragraph. When you read that Sweet Melody had officially charted at number one you let out an excited squeal. Tessa, who has been sitting beside your seat, jumped up to her feet the same time you did. Your crouched down as she happily bounced around you.

“Number one Tess! We made it to number one!” You squealed as you gently squished her face. She let out a bark before licking your face.

“Let’s go tell daddy the news, huh? Let’s go!” You couldn’t contain your excitement, the feeling rushing through your veins. You felt like your heart could burst from all the happiness you were currently feeling.

You practically ran to where Tom was, your feet moving as quick as your heartbeat. Tessa’s nails clicked against the wooden floors echoing in the hallway.

Tom, who had just finished his workout, heard the commotion outside. Your excited squeals and the sounds of both your and Tessa’s feet getting closer to him. The stomps came to a halt once you stopped at the doorway of his “gym”. He looks up from his phone and looks at you expectantly. You were beaming, like the sun that brought light into the room. His expression mirrors yours, but his smile was a bit more confused.

“Hi darling, what’s up?” He asks, removing his AirPods and placing them back into their case. You squeal excitedly once again as you run across the room and stand in front of him. Though, it was as if your feet had springs in them because you couldn’t stop jumping. Tom looks at you amused but was still confused.

“(Y/n), what did you do, love?” He asks. Maybe you were up to something?

You stop jumping for a bit and unlock your phone, shoving it into his face. He moves his face back so his eyes can focus but ends up taking the phone from you because you were moving too much. As you dance around the room, Tessa joining in on your little fiesta, Tom reads the email to himself. Once he reads the news his jaw drops looking up at you with wide eyes.

“NUMBER ONE BABY!” You scream before running into his arms. A look of shock is on his face before he screams “YES!” at the top of his lungs. Your legs wrap around his torso as his arms support your back and your bum. He starts shaking his hips and jumping around just like you were as you both celebrated your band’s huge success.

Your cheeks began to hurt from smiling too much, but you just couldn’t keep it off your face. You were too happy to keep a neutral face so you continued to smile. Tom looks up at you with the most proudest expression. He knew how hard you and the girls worked on every song on your albums, so to see that hard work being rewarded made him feel immense amounts of joy for you all.

You began to giggle as you hid your face behind you hands, Tom still carrying you. “I can’t believe this actually happened, oh my god.” Your voice came out muffled but Tom could still understand you. He chuckled while he placed your feet back to the ground. You leaned your head against his chest while his hands rubbed circles onto your back.

“Of course it happened love, you guys deserve it.” He places a kiss on your temple while he swayed you guys back and forth. His cheek resting against you hair as he held you. Your excitement boiling down to disbelief at the news.

He moved his head and gently removed your hands from your face. “Look at me.” Turns out you were silently crying, your tear stained cheeks making his heart drop, but then he noticed they were tears of joy.

You sniffled, smiling when Tom wiped some of your tears away. His hands cupped your cheeks while his eyes gazed at you lovingly, “You have no idea how proud I am of you— and the girls. You guys have worked day and night for this album to exist. I’ve seen you guys write each song and saw how much thought goes into each one, you guys are fucking incredible. Look at how much success it’s getting, you guys did that.”

You laughed as more tears ran down your cheeks. You groaned throwing your head back and wiping them away, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. You’ve been so understanding with everything and you managed to be one of my biggest inspirations for writing. Thank you. I love you so much.” You beamed at him before crashing your lips against his soft ones. You felt his lips curve up to a smile as his hands held your face. You suddenly pulled away, Tom chasing your lips, still stuck in your little moment.

“Oh my God! We need to tell the fans! They’ve been streaming for weeks!” You pecked his lips once more before rushing out the room. The excitement entering your body once again. Tom looks down at your phone in his hands smirking. He turned to Tessa, “Give her a few seconds.”

“MY PHONE!” He heard you exclaim in the hallway. Your head popped from behind the entrance. You skipped into the room and took the phone from Tom.

“I love you!” You sang, kissing his lips again, then skipping out to the hallway.

Before you can post anything of the band’s new achievement, you opened the group chat.

(Y/n)🌻: First off, I was far from Tom’s dick, I was actually cooking😌

(Y/n)🌻: Second, I love you all so much!!!!!! I can’t believe we did it, the amount of pride I feel to be part of this band is astronomical right now! Nine years together and we’re still making it, I love you guys!❤️❤️❤️

After you messaged the girls, you opened up Instagram. Meanwhile, Tom had joined you, dressed in new clothes and fresh out the shower. He hummed at the food on the table and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his way of silently thanking you. He sat in the chair beside yours and began to dig into his breakfast.

“Do you mind if I film a video real quick?” You ask him, looking into the camera as you fixed your hair. Tom wipes his mouth and swallows his food.

“Go ahead, tell the world you’re number one.” He teased you. You rolled your eyes though your lips were curved into a smile. You prepared yourself before pressing down on the circle.

Video:

“Hi guys! So I’ve just found out some amazing news and I thought you guys might want to hear it too—“ Tom began to drum on the table, making you look at him in amusement.

“Oh, that’s a good idea.” You nod, approving of his actions. When he stops drumming and points at you, you look back to the camera with a giant smile.

“Guys...WE MADE IT TO NUMBER ONE! SWEET MELODY IS AT NUMBER ONE ON THE CHARTS!” You announced, voice bouncing off the walls of your house. Behind you was Tom, also cheering equally as loud while he pumped his fists into the air.

“Thank you guys so much! The girls and I love each and every single one of you, you guys are the best fans in the world and we are forever grateful for you. Thank you!” You blew a kiss into the camera before ending the video.

You watched the video over then tagged the girls and the group’s Instagram. You quietly hummed Sweet Melody to yourself as you clicked around and added some stickers to your video. When you were content, you clicked on share and turned your phone off.

“Alright, celebratory breakfast.” You sang as you grabbed your fork and stabbed it into a strawberry.

Tom chuckled beside you and nudged your shoulder, “Then celebratory sex after?” You hummed at his suggestion, eyes teasingly squinting at him.

“Give me time to digest first. Then celebratory sex.” When Tom agreed you laughed and dug into your food. Everything was going great at the moment. Your song is number one on the charts, your career is flourishing, you had four amazing sisters, and you had the world’s best boyfriend. It was as if nothing could go wrong.

~half an hour later~

Tom had you pinned to the bed, light kisses scattering along your skin while his hands rubbed your thighs. With clothes still on, he was snuggled in between your legs, finding comfort in the tight space. He managed to get your top off leaving you in that red lacy bra he adored on you. His lips ghosted between the valley of your breast and down to your belly button. His lips stopping right above your sweatpants. He tilted his head back a bit to drink in your appearance. Hooded dark eyes, laid out before him, that red bra making your breasts look irresistible, you were perfect.

“Look at my pretty girl. Aren’t you stunning?” His voice was deeper than his usual chipper tone. The tone brought butterflies in your belly, the vibrations of his voice going straight to your core.

“I’m all yours, Tommy.” Your hand finds its way to the brown curls that rested on his head. You gently guide his head back up and pull his lips towards you. Your lips connect, first gently and almost innocent, but full of passion. The passion burns more when he presses his hard on against you, roughening up the passionate kiss, your teeths clashing and tongues wrestling. You were lost in his trance until your phone tinged.

Tom curses under his breath as you both jump from the sudden sound. You quietly apologize and mute your phone, not bothering to look at the notification. When you lay back on the bed, Tom’s palms press against you cheeks as he crashes you lips together. His hands move below you, tugging off your sweatpants. He was about to remove the last layer of clothing separating you two when your phone continuously began to vibrate. On the other night stand, Tom’s phone began to vibrate as well.

Your boyfriend groans plopping his head against your stomach. You sigh apologetically, hands now stroking his bare back.

“We should get that, seems important.” He kisses your stomach, hesitantly dragging himself off you. You roll over to your stomach and grab your phone.

Notifications

Jesy💖: We love you too my darling!! We miss you so much here in London:(

Perrie🦋: I would say let’s have a sleepover as soon as you come back from Atlanta, but the pandemic:( I miss you tons!!!🥺

Jade💜: I love youuuuuuuu❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: You absolute gem, I love you❤️

Jesy💖: (Y/n) what did you tag me in?

Jade💜: Wait, I’m tagged too.

Perrie🦋: I didn’t get tagged :(

Oh wait, I see it :D

Leigh-Anne😻: Why do I have a bad feeling about what she tagged us in?

Jesy💖: (y/n)?

(Y/N)!?

WHY IS SHE NOT REPLYING WHEN I NEED HER TO REPLY!

Perrie🦋: OIIII!!! AT LEAST IT WASNT ME THIS TIME🤪

Jade💜: Jesus, she’s turning into Tom, smh.

Leigh-Anne😻: She’s always been like this lmao

Tom’s only made her worse🙄

Jesy💖: (Y/N) DELETE YOUR FUCKING STORY ON INSTAGRAM THEY ARENT SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT SM IS NUMBER ONE YET!!!!!!!!!!

Jade💜: I bet you NOW she’s busy with Tom

hehehe🍆💦👀

Leigh-Anne😻: Babes!!! Now’s not the time to be doing the deed with Tom!!

Jesy💖: Hold on let me text Tom too.

Your eyes widen as you read the messages from the girls. A string of “shits” with a mix of “fucks” fall continuously out your mouth. You struggle to turn around, getting tangled in the sheets. When you finally sit up properly you go to your Instagram and rush to your stories.

“Uh, (y/n)—“

“Yeah, I know, I know.” You frustratedly mumble as your thumbs fumble on the screen. You go to your story and don’t even hesitate to delete the video you posted just half an hour ago. Tom’s phone rings and you swear you hear him gulp. He answers it, putting it on speaker mode and holds it away from his ears.

“Tom Holland I blame you!” You hear Jesy’s voice through the phone. You double check if you deleted the story before turning your phone off and shoving your face into your pillow.

“I didn’t even do anything!” Tom defended himself, almost laughing. Honestly, as bad as the situation was, it was ironic how it was his girlfriend that leaked the news. You guys are really meant to be.

“The hell you weren’t! Literally drumming on the table, you div! I can’t with you two!” Jesy exclaimed. You knew she was joking by the tone of her voice. “Where is your girlfriend anyway?”

Tom giggle shoving the phone next to your ear, “My lovely girlfriend is right beside me.”

You hear Jesy gag, “Babe, did you even read the email properly?”

You lift your head from the pillow and take Tom’s phone. “No, I got too excited about getting number one.” You admitted pouting. Tom chuckles at you, moving to lay beside you. His arms wrapping around your almost bare figure and shoving his head in between your breasts. Nothing sexual but because they felt like soft pillows against his cheeks.

“They said they’re announcing it on Monday.” She informed you chuckling. You whined and facepalmed yourself. “It’s okay, hun. You were just in the moment, I know how you can get. Although, the fans absolutely love it.” She mentioned.

“Do they?” You asked stifling a laugh.

“Having an absolute field day, they’ve deemed you the Queen of Leaks. Apparently Tom’s been crowned as your king.” She teases. You feel Tom laugh against your chest, his shoulders shaking.

“Alright, I’ll go now, let you two get back to what you were doing. I suggest lurking through Twitter and Instagram, the fans’ reactions are hilarious.” You bid your goodbyes and hang up. Tom’s head pops up from your chest, “Can we please go through the reactions?”

“I was thinking the same thing.” You tell him already opening up Instagram. You go through your tags to see a bunch of memes. Tom shifts to sit beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder.

Some fan reactions:

🖤 1,944 likes

Tom watching (y/n) make her video and being the supportive boyfriend he is🥺 They’re made for each other I swear

🖤 1,393 likes

The girls watching (y/n)’s story and finding out she just leaked the news. We stan our Queen of Leaks😌🙌🏼👑

🖤 1,838 likes

Tom realizing that (y/n)’s really the one because they both can’t keep secrets without spoiling them. This is why they don’t have good things smh.

🖤 1,878 likes

Jesy calling the police, not for Tom, but for her because she’s ready to shred that boy’s ass for turning (y/n) into him💀

You and Tom spend the rest of the day stuck in bed going through the different reactions from your fans. They were entertaining, making you and your boyfriend laugh at your fans’ humor.

While you sat in between his legs, your back against his chest, Tom leans down to nuzzle his face into your neck. He breaths in the scent of you mixed with your shampoo, something he would never get tired of. You feel that goofy grin press onto your skin making you look up at him.

“Why’s that look on your face?” You ask hun teasingly.

“Because the fans have a point.”

“That we both can’t keep shit to ourselves?” You laugh. Tom makes a sound of agreement pulling you closer.

“Well yeah—but when they say that we’re meant for each other, they have a point. You really are my soulmate.” The goofy grin on his face was permanently stuck to his lips. You giggled shifting to peck his lips. When he sees you struggle he meets you halfway, finally touching those soft luscious lips of yours.

“I guess I am.” You hummed contently, mirroring that lovestruck look on his face. There was no other person in the world that you’d be willing to spend this moment with. The more you stared into those honey brown eyes of his the more you believed your fans; he truly was your soulmate.

[duuhrayliegh]

unrequited bucket list

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: language, angsty, some smut, but that’s mostly it i think.

a/n: this was a request and it took me so long to write it bc i’ve been taking summer classes so i’ve been super busy so i’m so sorry abt how long this has been sitting in my inbox :) i love y’all

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!

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xoxo ray

To say that you were proud of him was an understatement. You absolutely adored him , maybe more than a best friend should. You had known him since high school, being an outcast as much as he was. The two of you bonded over your differences, bonded as if you were siblings. He only saw you as a sister, yay. You hated that. You fell in love with him the first time he sat down with you at lunch. You tried to avoid it, but you fell fucking hard, face first into the pavement. Sebastian was a captivating man, and he fucking knew it too, introverted bastard.

Girl after girl after girl. He had game, you had to hand it to him, and he mostly crafted it himself. Did he ask you for advice when it came to girls? Absolutely, you were the closest person to him besides his mom. When he started acting, you went with him. Splitting the apartment with him, running lines for auditions, being the helpful sister that he thought you were. You remembered when he was auditioning for Fifty Shades of Grey. You thought you were going to melt into the floor when he fucking looked at you like that.

Now, here you were sitting on the couch of your shared apartment, downing glasses of wine, alone because he was out celebrating the release of his new movie. You were so proud of him, so, so proud. You were curled underneath a fluffy blanket, rewatching Criminal Minds episodes. Really you were just trying to get your mind off of Seb. Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, making you lean forward with a groan to pick it up. Not coming home alone ;)

You dropped your phone to the couch, of fucking course he isn’t coming home alone. You texted him back quickly, okay, i’ll clear out. Every bone in your body was telling you to stay and interrupt his plans, but you just couldn’t do it. You picked up your blanket, trudging to your room and tossing it on the bed. Scrolling through your contacts on your phone you found the one you were looking for. You balanced your phone in between your shoulder and ear as you listened to the rings.

“Hello?” Chris’s velvet voice rang through your speakers.

“Hey, Chris. Can I come stay with you tonight? Seb is bringing someone home and I don’t really want to be subjected to that torture.” Chris’s sigh was heavy and disappointed.

“Again?” You let out a short laugh at his comment.

“You know how he is after a movie. I just can’t be here while that’s happening.” Chris agreed as you packed a duffel. The ride over to Chris’s house was tricky. You had been dealing with Seb’s more playboy ways for years now, but this was just harder for some reason. Chris opened the door after you knocked twice. Your shoulders were slumped over, duffel bag weighing you down physically. Chris opened his arms wide, waiting for you to initiate the hug he knew you needed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Chris led you to his couch, dumping your duffel next to his dining table. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as you both sank down on the cushions. “Why don’t you just tell him you love him, Y/N?” You scoffed loudly at Chris’s comment.

“As if! You kidding, Chris? He only sees me as his sister. I’m not willing to go through losing him just because I have these fucking feelings.” Your voice was cracking, not wanting your sobs to escape.

“You never know, Y/N. He might surprise you.” Chris backed away from you, leaving to get a glass of water for you.

“I love Seb, but that man is so clueless. There’s absolutely no way that the love he has for me is anything other than platonic.”

******************

The door pushed inwards at the turn of the knob. Sebastian’s lips hadn’t left the girls before him, his hands roaming her torso, gripping lightly. He listened to her little moans, smiling into her mouth. He pushed her against the now closed door, hips holding her in place. Her hands traveled to his hair, pulling harshly causing a groan of pleasure to leak into her mouth.

He leaned down, gripping the back of her thighs, waiting for her to jump. He wrapped her legs around his waist. He brought his hands to her ass, kneading the flesh there. Sebastian dumped his phone and keys off on the bartop before he brought this woman into his room, plopping her on the bed. He caught his upper half with his arms, lips still locked with hers. She ground her pussy into the bulge in his jeans.

“Mmm, Sebastian.��� The woman beneath him moaned in his ear. “Are you gonna fuck me good?” She leaned forward, gripping her hands at the nape of Sebastian’s neck. Her hands drifted to Sebastian’s cheeks, jerking his head to the side, biting down on his earlobe. Sebastian brought his head out of her reach, ducking lower to land sloppy kisses on her exposed chest. The woman below him moaned again, tangling her fingers in his dark tresses. Sebastian allowed his hands to roam her lower half, slowly pushing the fabric of her dress over her hips, his lips never leaving her skin. The woman pulled harshly on his hair, causing a short groan to leave his lips.

“Mhm, Y/N, baby.” The air shifted. The woman beneath him hesitated for a second. She pulled on his hair again, yanking him up to face her.

“I’m Tracy, baby.” Sebastian’s cheeks heated, but not from the actions he was committing. He decided to ignore Tracy’s comment.

“Well then Tracy, can I take this off of you?” He plucked at the fabric covering her breasts, eyes darting up to look at her through his lashes. A move that he knew would get him what he wanted.

“Oh, god. Yes. Please, yes.” Sebastian backed away, just long enough to shed the dress from Tracy’s body. He didn’t stop to admire the woman under him, that wasn’t what he was here for. Instead, Sebastian dove back in. Sliding down her body, stopping at her waistline, her pussy covered by a hot pink thong. How original, he thought. He slipped a finger in the fabric above her lower lips.

“Can I?” He smirked as the woman stuttered out a yes. Sebastian wasted no time, pushing the thin strip to the side to begin his mission. He focused on the woman’s clit, sucking harshly, then backing off, continuing this cycle until she was begging him for more. Sebastian felt a sharp sting on the crown of his head then a dull ache as the woman used her leverage to bring him closer.

“Please, Sebastian!” Sebastian moaned at her tugs, vibrating against her exposed clit. The woman threw her head back at the feeling. Sebastian smirked into her vagina, softly thrusting two fingers inside her. “Oh my god, Sebby baby, please!” Sebastian’s brows furrowed slightly, not sure how he felt hearing this woman call him your nickname for him. He ignored the knot growing in the pit of his stomach.

“You okay with this?” Sebastian’s lips were latched onto her neck, mumbling into her skin. The woman’s throat fluttered with a groan, she pulled his head back to look in his eyes.

“My name is Tracy, I want you to use it, baby.” She kissed him harshly, “And yes, fuck me now Sebby baby.” He grimaced on the inside, not letting the emotion show on his face as he removed his clothes. The woman’s hands came up to his waistband after she took off her dress. Sebastian stepped out of his pants as the woman’s hands landed on his underwear band. She looked up at him through her lashes, a smirk painting her features underneath the obvious layers of makeup. He once again ignored that nagging feeling once again. Instead, Sebastian’s head fell back as the woman’s lips wrapped around his hardened cock. His head dipped backwards before pulling her back up by her hair.

“If you do that, I’m not going to last.” He tossed her backwards, his left hand gripping his shaft preparing to guide it into the woman’s ready and wet pussy.

“Oh! Yes! Sebby baby! Fuck me hard!” She yelled as Sebastian pushed into her fully. He drowned out her moans, feeling that feeling in his stomach grow yet again. He knew it wasn’t from pleasure, but he couldn’t quite place the actual feeling. Eventually, Sebastian felt his pelvis rest against the woman beneath him. His head dropped, chin resting on his chest.

“Oh, god. Y/N.” The words just slipped out. The woman under him was apparently oblivious to what he said. Unfortunately, he figured out what the feeling was as he was balls deep in this random woman. His dick softened, his body disgusted by his actions, not letting him partake in the action he wanted to. The woman under him scoffed.

“Did you just--?” Sebastian pulled out, backing away from her. He cupped his now flaccid penis, grabbing a pair of sweatpants out of his dresser.

“Yeah, I did. Look you’ve gotta go. It’s not you, I’m just hung up on another girl, I guess.” The naked woman on his bed held a baffled facial expression.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” Sebastian tilted his head at the woman occupying his bed, biting his bottom lip.

“Trust me.” He scrunched his nose at the situation. “Normally, I would fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk right tomorrow, but I’ve got some shit to work through.” Her jaw dropped in disbelief. She pushed herself off the bed, walking seductively towards him. Sebastian crossed his arms over his still bare chest as his eyes ran over her naked form.

“I can help you work through it, Sebby baby.” Sebastian’s brows raised as he side stepped her advances. He leaned down, picking up her discarded dress from the floor, holding out the crumpled fabric to her. The woman clenched her jaw, eye slightly twitching. She huffed as she took the dress from him, pulling it over her head. She was still huffing as she walked to her shoes, slipping them onto her feet. The woman rolled her shoulders, squaring herself before facing Sebastian again. She approached him again, walking her fingers up his still bare chest.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help with your little problem?” Her eyes flicked down to his groin, brows raised. Sebastian walked past her, opening the door.

“You need to leave, Tanya.” The woman stomped her foot like a child.

“It’s Tracy.” She stormed past him, on her way out the door. Tracy stopped once more before leaving, holding her phone up. “I’ll call you later, Sebby baby.” She winked at him as Sebastian slammed the door closed. Sebastian turned to the now empty apartment that he shared with his best friend, the only girl he’s ever really wanted in his life besides his mom. He dropped his head into his hands, groaning at how clueless he’s been.

“Fuck me, man.” He walked off to his room, stripping the bed of the sheets and comforter. He threw them in the wash before retreating to take a shower to wash off the remnants of Tracy.

*******

Meanwhile, you were curled up on Chris’s sofa, drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Not the most healthy, but you were also not really caring about being healthy at the moment. You stroked Dodger’s head as he laid next to you on the couch. He came back into the room and groaned at the sight before him.

“Oh my god. Where the hell did you find that?” He snatched the bottle from your hand, putting it out of your reach. “You’ve gotta get up, sweetheart.” You swatted at him. Your hand felt heavy as you let it flop back onto the couch without resistance.

“What’s it matter?” You glared at the ceiling as Chris sat on the coffee table in front of you. “I just want to forget Seb right now, Chris.” You let your head drift to the side to face him, still petting Dodger. “It just so happens that I want to let good ol’ Jackie help me through it.” You held your hand back out to him, opening and closing your fist. “So gimme, Christopher.” You weren’t drunk, Chris could tell that much. He could also tell that you were hurting way too much to know when to stop drinking, so he wasn’t going to provide you with anything that could hurt you in the long run.

“You don’t want to forget Sebastian, Y/N.” He leaned down, locking eyes with you. “You love him, remember?” You groaned, flopping back against the couch, disturbing the peaceful dog beside you.

“Ugh! Yes, I know that, Christopher!” You sat up quickly, hands resting on the cushions on either side of your legs. “I also know that Sebastian has absolutely no romantic feelings for me!” You stood suddenly, walking to Chris’s kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from his fridge. You took a swig of the refreshing liquid, deciding something on a whim. You stalked back over to your stuff on Chris’s dining table, rifling through your possessions for your phone. You held the object in your hands, dialing Sebastian’s number before Chris realized what you were doing. The phone was already up to your ear when Chris figured out what your plan was.

“Sebastian!” You spoke into the speaker to the man’s voicemail box because he couldn’t be bothered to stop his most recent hook-up to talk to you. “We really need to talk! I’m heading home now, so if you’ve got a bimbo there, get her out.” Chris started towards you. Your eyes widened as you continued talking into the speaker. “I don’t want to walk in on you fucking some chick because we’ve got some real important shit to talk about.” You ran away from Chris, shouting now. “Actually, I’ll just say it now. I don’t like you anymore! I don’t! I’m tired of waiting for you to feel the same way, so I’m giving up!” Chris stopped in his tracks, disbelieving as he listened to what you were saying. “Also, I’m moving out. I can’t do it anymore Sebby.” Your eyes filled with tears, as you finished  talking. You ended the call and locked eyes with Chris.

“What did you just do?”

“I can’t take it anymore, Chris. It hurts too much.” Your eyes were glassy with unshed tears and they would stay that way. You’ve spent too many nights crying to Chris about your unrequited love for Sebastian Stan. “I deserve better.”

“But you’re in love with the man!” You shrugged your shoulders as you shoved your stuff back into your duffel. “If you go through with this, you’re really going to lose him.” You hesitated, gulping harshly at his comment. You shook your head.

“That’s a risk that I’m going to have to take.” You turned to face Chris fully. “Chris, I can’t do this anymore. Every time I get those texts that he isn’t coming home alone, everytime he asks me for advice about a date, everytime that he invites me to his premieres. I. Can’t. Do. It. Anymore.” Chris tilted his head at you, understanding what you mean. He opened his arms for you like he did when you first got there. “I can go to a hotel if you don’t want me here, that’s fine.” You spoke into his neck as he held you.

“Surely you aren’t serious.” He pushed you back by your shoulders. “You’re welcome here for as long as you want. Long as you walk Dodger sometimes.” Dodger let out a bark at the mention of his name, making you and Chris laugh. You offered him a watery smile.

“Thank you Chris. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.

************

Sebastian had just finished remaking his bed when he realized he lost his phone in the process. His newly cleaned sheets were calling for him to join them and he longed to. What he really wanted though was to wake up to you in those newly cleaned sheets. He looked around his room, picking up his jeans from earlier, checking the pockets for his jeans. His mind was scattered with all these new emotions, so he wasn’t thinking straight.

He was unsuccessful in his search of his room, so he traveled to the living room. He spotted his phone on the countertop of your shared apartment. As he picked up his phone, he thought of all the times you sat on the counter, watching him make dinner for the two of you. A small smirk crossed his features as he remembered the one time you attempted to make brownies, almost burning down the apartment building in the process. He shook his head, glancing down at the phone in his hand. The screen lit up with a new notification from you, well, new being from two hours ago. He opened the voicemail, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Sebastian!” He smiled when you said his name. “We really need to talk! I’m heading home now, so if you’ve got a bimbo there, get her out. I don’t want to walk in on you fucking some chick because we’ve got some real important shit to talk about.” He winced at your comment, guilt bubbling in his chest. He could hear Chris shouting at you in the background of your message, making him smile at your naturally funny nature. “Actually, I’ll just say it now. I don’t like you anymore!” Sebastian’s stomach dropped as he continued listening. “I don’t! I’m tired of waiting for you to feel the same way, so I’m giving up!” He listened as you inhaled sharply, he could hear the sobs you were withholding as you ended the call. Oh my god, no. His head snapped to the door as he heard a key turn in the lock.

“Y/N?” Instead of seeing your face, he saw Chris. Sebastian walked to him quickly. “Where’s Y/N?” It was a question, but he wasn’t really asking. He needed Chris to tell him.

“What does it matter to you?” Chris was immediately on the defense for you.

“Chris, come on man.” Sebastain was begging at this point. “You know how I feel about her.” Chris cocked a brow at Sebastian, settling his hands on his hips.

“Then why all the women, Seb?” He pointed to the door, “She is suffering because you can’t man up and admit that you fucking love her.” Chris walked into Sebastian’s space, backing him up. “Why should I tell you anything, Sebastian? After what you did to her?”

“Because I love her!”

“You love me?” Your voice sounded unusually small coming from the threshold of the apartment. You walked to stand slightly behind Chris, wanting a physical barrier between the two of you. Sebastian’s shoulders sagged as he took in your wrecked form.

“Yes, Y/N. I love you.” Your eyes flicked from Sebastian’s to Chris.

“You can go Chris. Sebastian and I have a lot to talk about.” Chris turned to you, hand on your forearm.

“Are you sure? You can stay at mine if you want to.” You smiled at him, hugging him quickly. A slight feeling of jealousy flared in Sebastian’s chest, which he knew he had no right to be feeling. You seemed to be whispering something in Chris’s ear, enough to reassure him that you were okay. You stayed quiet as the door shut behind Chris. Your eyes hadn’t left the spot that Chris had been standing in.

“Please say something, Y/N.” Sebastian pleaded. You shrugged, finally bringing your gaze to his. Sebastian’s heart clenched as he stared at your glossed over eyes.

“What is there to say, Sebastian?” Sebastian went to respond when you cut him off. “No, you know what, I’ll tell you what there’s to say. You love me. Too fucking late. You love me after bringing in girl after girl after girl. You love me but you asked me for help on your nightly excursions.” You stepped towards him, backing him into the counter.

“You love me but you have no shame in texting me that you’re not coming home alone. You love me but you have the audacity to think I’m deep enough in sleep to bring a girl here while I’m home.” You backed away quickly, leaning your weight against the back of the couch. “What the fuck is that Seb?” You threw your hands up, “I told you over the phone that I was done. I was serious.”

“Y/N. Please, hear me out!” Sebastian started, but you weren’t having it.

“No! I’m in love with you! You don’t have to say anything. I know you only have platonic love for me which is fine! I’m in love with you, Sebastian Stan. I just needed to say that to be able to move forward.” Sebastian’s brows furrowed at your last statement, he pushed off the counter, starting toward you.

“You needed to say that to be able to move forward?” He stopped in front of you, making you straighten up and rise to your full height. Even though you weren’t as tall as Sebastian, you refused to be too much smaller than him. “What do you mean by that?” You scoffed at him.

“You know what it means, Seb.” You swallowed a fresh batch of tears. “It means that I love you, but I can’t do this anymore. It hurts too much, so I need to move on.” Sebastian’s eyes roamed your face.

“What if I don’t want you to move on?” Your brows furrowed. “What if I have more than platonic love for you?” He dipped his head closer to yours. “What if I’m in love with you too?”

“That’s a really cruel joke, Sebastian.” You pushed on his chest, but he didn’t move.

“Good thing it isn’t a joke, Y/N.” His lips met yours in a feverish kiss. You gasped as he moved his lips with yours, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. You let yourself enjoy the moment for only a few seconds before breaking it off, wiping your mouth in disgust.

“Ew, Sebastian. I know for a fact that you had one of your bimbos up here earlier. If you think I’m kissing you after that bitch then you’re fucking delusional.” You were able to shove him away from you in his shocked state. You went immediately to your bathroom, ignoring the mass of a man following you. You started brushing your teeth vigorously, glaring at him as your toothpaste foamed from your scrubbing.

“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t even fuck her?” Sebastian leaned against the doorframe of your bathroom. You laughed as you rinsed out your mouth.

“No, I wouldn’t.” Sebastian brought his hand up to clutch his heart as if your comment physically hurt him. You walked past him to your dresser pulling out a pair of spandex and a random shirt. Sebastian placed himself on your bed, leaning against the headboard as you went back into the bathroom to change. When you came back out, Sebastian’s heart dropped. You were wearing one of his shirts that he’s been looking for.

“Wow.” His eyes ran over your body in his clothes. A blush spread over your cheeks, as you wring your hands into the hem of the shirt. You shuffled to the other side of the bed, not sure what to say to him. You pulled back the covers on your usual side of the bed, crawling in and getting comfortable. You shifted your body to face Sebastian who was sitting under the covers now too.

“Look, Seb. I’ve loved you since we were kids, but you’ve really hurt me with all the women that you’ve just proudly pranced in front of me.” You laid down, settling your head on your pillow. “So it’s definitely going to take time for me to trust you.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes, Y/N. I really do love you.” Sebastian said as he leaned over, placing a kiss on your forehead. He went to leave, but stopped when your hand gripped his wrist.

“Now that I’ve confessed my love for you, do you want to help me cross something off of my bucket list?” His brows raised as he waited for you to continue. “Will you sleep here tonight?” Sebastian smiled big, what he wanted was going to happen too.

“Of course, Y/N.” He snuggled in close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to his body. He pushed his face into your hair, inhaling your shampoo. “Mmm, I’ve wanted this for a long time, Y/N.” You smiled at his action.

“I’ve wanted this too. I just wish one of us would’ve said something sooner.” You placed a soft kiss on the junction of his shoulder and neck, letting your eyes drift closed.

“Me too, Y/N. I’m not letting you go anytime soon though.” He felt you smile into his skin at his statement as he also slipped into a happy slumber.

[batarangsoundsdumb]

guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

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Onyx last ask and then I swear I’m not disturbing they anymore lol (forgive me, my mind is racing AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHA)

So idk how old is Naoya or who he is (I only know that he exists thanks to tiktok lol) but I had this little scenario in my head and... PQIENFISHNEIGUQBFO

Like it’s an habit to have him and Toji (bc why not?) at your apartment since:

1) you hate eating alone all the time; sometimes it’s great but also there’s times where you need company

2) who wouldn’t love to see these two Adonis near them?

But returning to the subject, one day while you’re making dinner, they catch you facetiming you best friend whining about being hard getting some good vitamin D because the boys are selfish and don’t know basic things.

I can feel Toji and Naoya smirking 🤤

Well I’ll leave the rest to them to imagine 😏🥰💕

P.S.: lots of kisses and love 💕🥰💕

-🤰🏻Anon

Lots of kisses back to you!!🥰🖤 you're always welcome to spam my inbox baby don't worry!!

And oofff I can only think of breeding when it comes to those two... Naoya is a bastard of a man but we love bastards here. He's the head of the zenin clan.

warnings: degradation, objectification, smut minors dni (18+)

Maybe inviting two men who don't know how to keep it in their pants was a bad idea.

You just wanted some company while you ate, that's all. The bickering between them is entertaining and they are hot. Both of them wear tight shirts showing of their muscles and loose pants. Casually eating with you and throwing snide comments to each other. It's quite the show.

You stretch your arms over your head, shirt pulling up your belly and they go silent as they watch. Once you realize they're staring you just roll your eyes at them. "Perverts, don't stare at me like I'm some sort of food," you continue eating and talking to them.

You step away from the table once you see your friend calling you. Shes asking about you and your mom and how she's been nagging you about being healthy. "Yeah, she keeps ragging on me that I'll fall apart when I'm old because I don't get enough vitamin D or something?"

That's what has the men sitting at your table perking up, then all of a sudden you're squished between Naoya and Tojis chests while you're hanging up on your friend, the body they were checking out they are now feeling up, thick calloused hands wandering up your body. They knew what you meant by vitamin D but this is one way to get something they both want.

Honestly you aren't complaining, they're both sexy men and you use them as eye candy just as much as they use you.

"'D' huh?" You can feel Toji smirking into the back of your neck, "Is that what you need?"

Naoya steals the words from your lips with a rough kiss, "Of course that's what she needs, just look at her." You aren't exactly sure what that's implying but nonetheless you let them work your clothes off. "She's just a desperate whore for us Zenin men, isn't that right?" Naoya pinches your chin in-between his thumb and finger and make you look at him to encourage your answer.

"Yes," it's embarrassing but the least you could do is reflect the energy they are showing you right now, "I'm a whore for Zenin cock." You gauge his reaction, you can already feel Toji groan into your neck and grind into your ass.

Naoya pulls back from you for a second to look you up and down, "As you should be." With Tojis help he keeps you propped up against his chest, Tojis arms under the crook of your knees, exposing your cunt to Naoya. "So fuckin' wet, so disgusting," he doesn't even take off his clothes, just pushes his pants down enough to expose his cock to tap against your cunt as Toji looks down on him, your body helpless in his arms.

When Naoya enters you your head rolls back into Tojis shoulder causing both of them the laugh at your debauched state. Then he starts rolling his hips into you and you feel brainless, helpless like a toy for them to play with. "Disgusting little cocksleeve for us, huh?" Naoya forces you to look at him as he degrades you, "Your body is just made to take my dick."

Toji adjusts you in his arms again which only makes Naoya feel deeper, you're mumbling out slurred out responses that agree with him, clawing at his shirt as he assualts your cunt. You're quite the sight, teary-eyed from the pleasure and the stretch of his cock.

You won't be able to talk when Toji gets his turn.

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prompt list: "39) i want to know everything about you." for idv michiko x mary, maybe? hope you're doing well :^)

if this was in my inbox for so long, you forgot about your request. no it wasnt. yes it was. so sorry. inspired by idv stage episode 3, cry for the moon, bc their characterization is always lovely and mary is no exception

39. “I want to know everything about you." michimary

Mary sits, surrounded by meaningless chatter. She folds her hands politely, napkin draped over her lap, never elbows on the table, as she eyes the utensils laid out in front of her. Salad fork, soup spoon, meant to be used from outward, in, and she can’t help but cringe at the lack of etiquette all around her- it’s not their fault they don’t come from high class society, except Joseph of course, but even he is moping pathetically next to her, pushing around and stabbing at his food like a weepy child and not even eating any of it.

Then there’s Robbie, banging the handles of his silverware against the table, gouging the wood, as he begs Luchino to recount another overly exaggerated tale. And some of them, some of them don’t even use the utensils, their hands are too big; warped and made monstrous by the sins they’ve committed in their life.

Not Mary’s, though. They’re dainty, clasped together a bit too tightly, and she’s got half a mind to pick up her fork and show them how it’s done, were it not for the fact that whatever food and drink she puts on her palate comes spilling out of the stitching of her throat when she swallows. She’d learned that one the hard way, snatched a drink out of White Guard’s hands and downed it in a fit of rage, only to embarrass herself in front of them all, wine somehow staining the collar of her dress an even deeper red.

But there’s no use in trying to argue with them, in trying to make them see her way. She’s learned that much, and hey, who even knew she was capable of learning anything?

She’s capable of learning, thank you very much.

They’d only laughed at that.

And trying- learning to be like them had not fared much better.

Piping up to add her opinion, to supply an excerpt from her memories that she felt was relevant to the conversation, or god forbid, a compliment forced out through gritted teeth.

And they’d only laughed. Told her that nothing she had to say could have possibly mattered. That, how could she possibly relate to them, she’d had it so easy? What sort of tragedy could she have possibly known? How foolish she was to even think-

This is why she stays silent. And lets their meaningless chatter surround her, fill her ears, staring down at the edges of the wood grain with glassy eyes and a stony, tight lipped frown.

Let them have their fun. Let them eat their bread.

“Well, what about you, Mary?” A gentle voice cuts through her stewing rage, and she lifts her head, almost surprised.

She finds the source of the voice rather quickly- there are few in the manor who can speak with such a sweetness. Michiko’s gaze is on her expectantly, and she notices, with chagrin, that the rest of the table has fallen silent as well, anticipating her answer.

Mary clears her throat.

“What about me?” It comes out scratchy and soft.

“I was asking what your favorit-“

“Don’t bother with her,” someone interrupts and Mary grimaces, her irritation coming back twofold in an instant, nostrils flaring. “She’ll only say something stuck up and probably insult you in the process.”

As Mary stands, fingers gripping the edge of the table, napkin falling to the ground, her chair is sent backward, screeching against the floor and her face flushes with anger.

“You all should learn some manners!” she hisses, and it’s airy and she knows she’s probably embarrassing herself even further by doing this but she can’t help it. “Interrupting someone while they are trying to speak! That is the worst insult of all! How rude! Perhaps you should learn to be pleasant company before complaining about mine.” She releases her grip on the table, smoothing out the fabric of her dress with stiff, flustered motions, and then pushes in her chair, excusing herself from dinner.

The room remains silent as she storms out, there’s only the sound of her echoing footsteps as she carries herself out through the main hall in a blind rage until she feels that she is far enough away, and then forces herself through the first door she sees.

Cold outside air hits her face and she shivers, the brunt of the chill taking away some of her steam as she stomps over to a nearby bench and plops herself down with a huff. It’s not ladylike to make a scene, and she knows shortly, the humiliation and regret will follow, but she wants to hold onto her anger for a few more moments. Feels it’s the only emotion she’s justified in keeping.

“Are you alright?” Comes that voice again and Mary jumps, muttering a curse, whirling around as she spots Michiko trailing out into the cold, not far behind her. Her footsteps are silent.

“You shouldn't have asked,” Mary whispers, emotion brimming out of every word as she turns her head away and down again. And at first, she fears that the next thing out of her mouth is going to be about how it isn’t right, isn’t proper, for someone of such a low status to ask her such a question, to even speak to her at all. But instead- “You shouldn’t have bothered. They don’t care about what I have to say.”

“But I do,” Michiko says, soft as a butterfly’s wing. “I care.”

Mary lifts her head in disbelief.

“Why? Why could you possibly care?”

“I think,” she pauses. “I think, even if you’ve been cruel to us, you still deserve a chance to grow. A chance they’re not allowing you. And I know what it’s like. Being surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar place. Nobody should know that pain.”

“You know what it’s like?” The frown on Mary’s face persists. “How do you know?”

“Well,” Michiko hums. “Maybe I’ll tell you, one day. We are strangers right now, after all. But I’d like to change that.”

“You’d like to change that?” Mary repeats.

Michiko has kept her space this entire time, remaining standing, but something about the way she’s staring now has Mary feeling seen, truly seen, warmth leaching into her but they’re not nearly close enough to be sharing body heat. Not until Michiko leans in, her eyes earnest, like she means it when she says “Yes. Who cares what they want? I want to get to know you. I want to know everything about you.”

A silence falls over them, then, and Mary blinks a few times, trying to make sense of the tangled mess of feelings inside her head and her chest. Her fingers twist into the material of her skirt, bunching it up and creasing it in a way she knows she would have been scolded for as a child. The whole country had known who she was, and so even in her youth, she had to be perfect, not a hair out of place. How lonely it had been, to have everyone’s eyes on her and not a single soul bothering to truly know her.

Mary clears her throat once. Twice.

“Well,” she tries and it’s more hoarse than she means for it to be, and perhaps, a little more watery. “I suppose we have to start somewhere. What was that question? That you asked at the table?”

Michiko smiles.

“I wanted to know your favorite song.”

“Oh,” Mary breathes, inhaling deeply into her lungs even though she doesn’t need to, even though she’s dead. Even though she knows it’ll only last her so long before she’s sputtering and coughing and crashing. “It's Lullaby for the Moon. It goes something like this."