#i think someone did the 'send me an angel! the nicest one you have' thing with scratch and molly

[castorochiaro]

showed the kiddo "lilo and stitch" for the first time and tbh?

same vibe

[jesterofcringe]

"She's an Angel"

GuardianAngel!Laura lee x Reader

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★"Dude, I can't keep doing this. If you're gonna keep giving me these stupid challenges, send reinforcements at least."

★You had never prayed before, and you were certain that whatever you were doing didn't count as praying. But you were certain that you were trying to talk to god. Trying to spite them at least, for giving you their "toughest battles". And so, you slumped to your knees, clasped your hands together, and mock prayed.

★"Send me an angel maybe. The nicest one you have."

★What a load of bullshit. You were never the religious type so you didn't really believe in that stuff, but the idea of some god hearing you and fulfilling your request was kind of funny in your mind. You kind of chuckled to yourself as you got up from your knees and forgot all about it.

★A few days later you met Laura Lee.

★When you first met her, you felt as if you were reuniting with an old friend. She had this certain comforting glow about her that made you feel safe in her presence alone. You had been talking for a few minutes but it really had felt like years. You almost wanted to spill your guts about every little thing that was bothering you, but you couldn't do that to someone you just met. It did take some considerable amount of restraint though.

★You guys shared many classes together, which you shrugged off as a funny coincidence. It was perfect too, as you honestly wanted to spend as much time as you could with her. You didn't really know why. It felt like a magnetic force was pulling you together, and you sure as hell weren't going to fight it.

★She was also real damn good at soccer.

★You used to consider skipping practice- despite your love of the sport the school day always left you feeling exhausted and the last thing you wanted was to kick a ball around while praying for death. But practicing with Laura Lee was different somehow. You always felt refreshed and ready for more. Anytime you got knocked down she would pick you back up. Whenever you had a good play or scored a goal she made sure you knew she was proud, whether it be by cheering you on or quick pat on your shoulder. Most of the time your efforts went un acknowledged, so it made you feel really good having someone congratulate you.

★You loved chatting with her on bus rides to games, and on long rides home she let you fall asleep on her shoulder. Though on a particularly long ride, you curled up into her lap while she played with your hair. It was dark out when you got home, but you woke up feeling amazing.

★She could also read you like an absolute book. She knew your tells and could tell when something was wrong before you could.

★"Too loud in here for you? Why don't we step outside for a bit? Get some fresh air."

★It always surprised you as you were usually trying to figure out the problem yourself. Whether you were overstimulated or your social battery was dead, Laura Lee usually came to that conclusion before you did, and always offered up a solution before you could have a second thought about it.

★You liked to fidget. That wasn't news. Usually whenever you were sitting idly you liked to have something in your hands to mess about with. On one of these occasions you had gotten your hands on a pair of scissors and was messing with them without thinking about it. Despite Laura Lee telling you to put them down you didn't listen until it was too late and you slipped up, leaving a nasty cut on your finger.

★You yelped and dropped the scissors, flailing your hand wildly to nullify the pain. As you did, she took your hand in her own, rubbing her thumb over your wound. You groaned and squeezed your eyes shut, attempting to focus on the warmth of Laura Lee's hand instead of the stinging of your own. As she held your hand, you noticed the pain slowly vanished, until all you could feel was her thumb pressing against where the pain should have been.

★"Did you just like, magically heal my hand?"

★"You could say that."

★She had said it with a smile, so you assumed she was also joking, and as such you started to laugh.

★"Why is that so funny?"

★Through fits of laughter you managed, "Because I also happen to be seven feet tall."

★"Y/N I'm being serious," She pulled her hand away and your mouth fell open as you saw that your cut was completely gone, as if it was never there in the first place, "It's literally my whole job to keep you safe."

★"Wait... What?"

★"Why is that so shocking? You literally prayed for me to appear-"

★"-Wait WHAT"

[mara-and-its-the-same]

☙Coraline❧ I didn’t post this originally because I forgot but then i didn’t want to but then i did so now we’re here, SHIPS, I love ships, tell me as much as you’re comfortable with about yourself, send a fandom and gender preference, and I’ll ship you and give you some head canons <3

could i please have one of these for newsies the musical and can it be for one of the boys??? ❤️‍🩹

prepare yourself because this is gonna be detailed 🤭

i have long curly blonde hair (it’s nearly at my waist now and is blonder than normal because of the sun) i love it sm now it’s like princess hair 🤭 i have downturned doe eyes that are constantly switching between blue, green and grey. i always curl my lashes and wear mascara because sadly naturally i have very straight pale lashes. i have a slim, slight figure and am tanned because it’s summer!!! my face has a lot of freckles now and but so does my body. i have a small ring of freckles on my knuckle which i love!!! my cheeks are always flushed and i have baby blue braces. the way i dress is very coquette, girl next door chic. think white lace blouses paired with jean skirts or pretty floral dresses. simple, girly angelic and preppy. basically rory gilmore if she was one of the lisbon sisters.

i’m extremely physically affectionate. my friends irl will tell anyone that because i’m nearly always holding their hands or looping my arms with theirs. my love language is definitely physical touch. i’m an infp and a libra. i also get told that my personality reminds people of miss honey or cinderella. so i guess that means i’m pretty soft spoken and kind. i’m very quiet when i first meet people but once they probably know me i can ramble for ages about my hyper-fixations.i can be kinda naive but only because i always wanna see the good in people!!! i don’t really get angry or when i am angry i just end up crying. 😔

i really love classic literature and vintage books!!! along with vintage movies (especially audrey hepburn movies, i’m literally obsessed with her) i love alternative music from the 80s. think the smiths, blondie, echo and the bunnymen + not from the 80s lana <333 though to be fair i just adore anything from the past. but also i thrive listening to vintage love songs. i love pressed flowers and journaling! basically any hobby that is typically old fashioned is my kind of activity 😭

thank you ever so much for doing this, i’m genuinely so interested to see which one of the newsboys you ship me with!!!

It took me a minute but now i have it,

I don’t think it would work with Jack, he needs someone like loud and can argue with him and stuff and i just don’t see you liking that. I think,,,

Spot Conlin (maybe because he’s my favorite, but stay with me) I think that you would be a tailor for Medda, like not a show girl, but you make their costumes and mend things and yadda yadda. And one day Jack brings Spot to a show, just because. And they go through the back door and you’re walking past in a gorgeous light pink dress you made yourself (i feel like you’d look good in light pink) and he’s so used to seeing everyone in brown and dark colors that it immediately catches his eye, But! what really grabs his attention is the armful of bolts of fabric you’re carrying, especially since they’re in front of your face and you run right into him, so of course he couldn’t ignore you. So he helps you pick everything up and you’re apologizing left and right and he’s like “I should be apologizing to you,” in his silly little accent, and when you don’t believe him “I’m serious, youse too pretty to be sayin sorry to me” then you giggle and blush because duh. And then he tries to pick everything up for you and bring it wherever you’re going and you’re like “No, you don’t have to do that, really.”

But he does. And then he makes Jack take him to every show just so he can see you and eventually he asks you out and so he takes you out for dinner and even if it’s not the nicest place you’ve ever been, you still really love it because of how sweet he’s being to take you out. And maybe on one of you’re later dates, after you’ve been together for a little while, some randos on the street try catcalling you because you’re in such a pretty dress and you look so nice, especially standing next to Spot, even if you’ve started mending/making his clothes. So he doesn’t care that they’re insulting him, that doesn’t matter, but what matters is they made you feel bad and he cannot have that. So he walks you home and he tells you that he’s gonna start selling more papes and trying harder and build a better life but you’re like “You don’t have to do all that just for me.” BUT HES LIKE “I’m doin it for us”

and it is love 🥰

[donttalkaboutmemes]

Lilo & Stitch (2002) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 150+ sentences from Lilo & Stitch to use for your enjoyment!    

1.      “You stand before this council accused of illegal genetic experimentation.”

2.      “My experiments are only theoretical, completely within legal boundaries.”

3.      “We believe you actually created something.”

4.      “What is that monstrosity?”

5.      “What you see before you is the first of a new species.”

6.      “He is bulletproof, fireproof, and can think faster than a supercomputer. He can see in the dark and move objects three thousand times his size. His only instinct is to destroy everything he touches.”

7.      “So it is a monster.”

8.      “It is an affront to nature! It must be destroyed!”

9.      “Calm yourself. Perhaps it can be reasoned with.”

10.   “Give us some sign you can understand any of this. Show us that there is something inside of you that is good.”

11.   “I want to destroy!”

12.   “I didn’t teach him that.”

13.   “Place that idiot scientist under arrest!”

14.   “I prefer to be called evil genius!”

15.   “It is a flawed project of a deranged mind. It has no place among us.”

16.   “The council has banished you to exile on a desert asteroid.”

17.   “May I remind the captain that he is on duty.”

18.   “I want an expert on this planet in here now!”

19.   “He won’t survive in water. His molecular density is too great.”

20.   “Earth is a protected wildlife preserve.”

21.   “Am I to assume you are the expert?”

22.   “Can we not simply destroy the island?”

23.   “Every time an asteroid strikes their planet they have to being life all over. It’s fascinating, isn’t it?”

24.   “I’m sure this comes as no surprise to you.”

25.   “I designed this creature for to be unstoppable.”

26.   “To reward you, we are willing to trade your freedom for his capture.”

27.   “It’s sandwich day. Every Thursday I take Pudge the fish a peanut butter sandwich, and today we were out of peanut butter! So I asked my sister what to give him, and she said a tuna sandwich!”

28.   “I want to dance! I practiced! I just want to dance.”

29.   “I called your sister. She said to wait for her here on the porch.”

30.   “You better not have rabies.”

31.   “Are you going to play dolls?”

32.   “This is Scrump. I made her, but her head is too big. So I pretend a bug laid eggs in her ears and she’s upset because she only has a few more days to live.”

33.   “Leave me alone to die.”

34.   “C’mon! That social workers going to be here any minute!”

35.   “You are so finished when I get in there!”

36.   “I’m going to stuff you in the blender, push puree, then bake you into a pie and feed it to the social worker!”

37.   “Do you often leave your sister home alone?”

38.   “You don’t look like a social worker.”

39.   “I’m a special classification.”

40.   “Did you ever kill anyone.”

41.   “We’re getting off the subject. Today let’s talk about you. Are you happy?”

42.   “Okay! That’s enough sugar for you!”

43.   “Let me illuminate the precarious situation in which you have found yourself.”

44.   “I am the one they call when things go wrong and things have indeed gone wrong.”

45.   “My friends need to be punished.”

46.   “Call me next time you’re left here alone.”

47.   “In case you’re wonder, this did not go well. You have three days to change my mind.”

48.   “Why didn’t you wait at the school? You were supposed to wait there!”

49.   “Do you not understand? Do you want to be taken away? Answer me!”

50.   “Ugh! You’re such a pain!”

51.   “Why don’t you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?”

52.   “Hey, I brought you some pizza. In case you were hungry.”

53.   “We’re a broken family, aren’t we?”

54.   “I like you better as a sister than a mom.”

55.   “You like me better as a sister than a rabbit, right?”

56.   “People treat me different.”

57.   “If you promise not to fight anymore, I promise not to yell at you. Except on special occasions.”

58.   “You rotten sister! Your butt is crushing me!”

59.   “Why do you act so weird?”

60.   “I need someone to be my friend, someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel, the nicest angel you have.”

61.   “We’re looking for something that can defend itself, something that won’t die. Something sturdy, you know?”

62.   “Do we have a lobster door? No, we have a dog door! We are getting a dog!”

63.   “It was dead this morning!?”

64.   “Wouldn’t you like a different dog?”

65.   “Yes. He’s good. I can tell.”

66.   “You’ll have to think of a name for him.”

67.   “Stop! I have just determined this situation to be far too hazardous!”

68.   “Using a little girl for a shield. This is low, even for you.”

69.   “Look at you! You look like a monster. We have to blend in!”

70.   “I’m sorry I bit you and pulled your hair and punched you in the face.”

71.   “Apology not accepted. Now, get out of my way before I run you over.”

72.   “That is the ugliest thing I have ever saw.”

73.   “Ew! Get it away from me! I’m gonna get a disease!”

74.   “His destructive programming is taking effect. He will be irresistibly drawn to large cities where he will back up sewers, reverse street signs, and steal everyone’s left shoe.”

75.   “It’s nice to live on an island with no large cities.”

76.   “When you’re ready to give up, just let us know, heh?”

77.   “This is you. This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that.”

78.   “You didn’t even eat your sweet potato. I thought you liked them.”

79.   “She likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her diary.”

80.   “Yeah, well who wants to work at this stupid fakey luau anyway?”

81.   “Did you lose your job because of me?”

82.   “The manager’s a vampire and he wanted me to join his legion of the undead.”

83.   “This is a great home. You’ll like it a lot.”

84.   “Be careful of the little angel.”

85.   “It’s not an angel. I don’t even think it’s a dog. We just have to take him back.”

86.   “He’s just cranky because it’s his bedtime.”

87.   “He’s creepy. I won’t sleep while he’s loose in the house.”

88.   “You’re loose in the house all the time and I sleep just fine.”

89.   “Look at him! He’s obviously mutated from something else. We have to take him back.”

90.   “What about ohana?”

91.   “Dad said ohana means family.”

92.   “I hate it when you use ohana against me.”

93.   “Don’t worry. You can sleep right next to me.”

94.   “Be careful of that! You don’t touch this! Don’t ever touch it!”

95.   “You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try and make something for a change?”

96.   “No more caffeine for you.”

97.   “You’re just jealous cause I’m pretty!”

98.   “What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to visit in the middle of the night?”

99.   “Want to listen to The King? You look like an Elvis fan.”

100. “Heard you lost your job.”

101. “Thus far you have been adrift in the sheltered harbor of my patience, but I cannot ignore you being jobless.”

102.  “Elvis Presley was a model citizen. I’ve compiled a list of his traits for you to practice. Number one is dancing.”

103.  “Elvis played guitar. Here. Hold it like this, and put your fingers here. See? Now you try.”

104. “This is the face of romance. She looks like she could use some lovin’.”

105.  “I’m sure Elvis had his bad days, too.”

106.  “You have no idea how badly I need this job.”

107.  “I might not be a doctor, but I know that there’s no better cure for a sour face than a couple of boards and some choice waves.”

108.  “I know you’re trying, but you need to think about what’s best for her. Even if it removes you from the picture.”

109.  “I really believed they had a chance. Then you came along.”

110.  “Don’t worry. You’re nice and someone will give you a job.”

111.  “I hear you cry at night. Do you dream about them?”

112.  “Our family’s little now and we don’t have many toys but if you want, you could be part of it.”

113.  “Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind.”

114.  “If you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you, though. I remember everyone that leaves.”

115.  “Consider yourself fired and prison bound. Your incompetence is nothing short of unspeakable.”

116.  “The mission is in jeopardy. This could be your chance to redeem yourself. How soon will you be prepared to leave?”

117.  “Don’t run. Don’t make me shoot you. You were expensive.”

118.  “You’re built to destroy. You can never belong.”

119.  “Sometimes you try your hardest, but things don’t work out the way you want them to. Sometimes things have to change and maybe sometimes they’re for the better.”

120.  “I think I found you a job.”

121.  “This is really important. I need you to stay here for a few minutes. I’m going to be right back. Lock the door and don’t answer it for anyone, okay?”

122.   “You can just date me and we’ll call it even.”

123.   “Hiding behind your little friend won’t work anymore.”

124.    “Didn’t I tell you? We got fired this morning. New rules.”

125.    “I like fluffy!”

126.    “Leave my mother out of this!”

127.    “You could do with a makeover. I tried to give you my good looks, but let’s face it, something went wrong.”

128.    “Where’s the girl? What have you done to the girl?”

129.    “Aliens are attacking my house.”

130.    “There’s no need to alert the authorities. Everything’s under control.”

131.    “Oh good, my dog found the chainsaw.”

132.    “You shouldn’t play with guns.”

133.     “No! You’re not taking her! I’m the only one who understands her! You take that away, she won’t stand a chance!”

134.     “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

135.     “You don’t know what you’re doing! She needs me!”

136.     “Is this what she needs? It seems clear to me that you need her a lot more than she needs you.”

137.      “You ruined everything! You’re one of them?”

138.      “Surprise! And here I thought you’d be difficult to catch!”

139.       “Look at the bright side. You won’t have to yell at anyone anymore.”

140.       “Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.”

141.        “After all you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? Just like that!?”

142.      “Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and insanity to my list of things I did today.”

143.       “Don’t worry, it’s all part of the plan. We are professionals.”

144.       “We stay close. Hope for a miracle. That’s all we can do.”

145.       “You’re vile! You’re foul! You’re flawed!”

146.       “So, you’re from outer space? I heard the surfing’s choice.”

147.       “This is my family. I found it all on my own. It’s little and broken, but still good. Yeah. Still good.”

148.       “You know as well as I that our laws are absolute. I cannot change what the council’s decided.”

149.         “Aliens are all about rules.”

150.        “Take note of this. This creature has been sentenced to life in exile, a sentence that shall be henceforth served out here on earth.”

151.       “I was afraid you were going to say that. This won’t be easy to explain back at headquarters.”

152.      “Don’t let those two get on my ship.”

[thekillingjoke-haha]

My Test Prompts List:

Write for these fandoms ×Marvel. ×DCU. ×Supernatural.×The Orginals ×The Boys ×Gotham. ×The Kingsmen ×Slashers. ×The Walking dead ×Znation xShameless ×Lucifer

Write for xFemale!Reader xMale!Reader xGender Neutral!Reader xTrans!Reader

This can be romantic,platonic,or parental pairings,but I won't mix parental with smut.

Trying something new~

Fluff: ◇

1- "I've never thought I could be happier then the day we met,but you keep surprising me."

2- "Can I hug you? Sorry if that seems random it's just like you need a hug and I don't want to brag,but I'm a great hugger."

3- "I'm not babying you. I'm showing you affection. There's a difference, so don't deny my love."

4- "You remember that movie Happy Feet? Our love songs seemed so different yet fit together perfectly."

5- "Get your ass in some comfy clothes and sit down to watch this movie cause I'm tired of being the only cultured individual in this house."

6- "Dear Santa, I really need someone to be my friend. Maybe send me an angel. The nicest angel you have..."

Smut:♡

1- "For the love fuck if this man doesn't whimper my life has been built on a lie."

2- "How did that saying go. Lady in the streets freak in the sheets? Well I can be a freak anywhere a couch,a counter,a wall my freakyness has no bounds."

3- "This might sound crazy but can I bend you over this table? I just want to see how stable it is for later."

5- "Are you serious?!...I save dick by giving it CPR!"

6- "Well today is my birthday and you did say I could have whatever I want so...where's your wrapping paper?"

Angst:♤

1- "Every day, I wake up hoping to whatever is out there that today will be that last. But only the good die young and we've been pretty fucking bad."

2- "I miss when love was the only thing I could feel for you. I miss smiling at the thought of our future. Now I feel nothing at all."

3- "I'm a monster. A monster that you created! You wanted me to be something I wasn't and when that didn't work you broke me. So I'll break you!"

4- "I dont know what to tell you. You knew from the beginning that I couldn't love you. You knew, and yet you stayed in this fantasy."

5- "Don't take that tone with me! You never cared about me, so don't suddenly show up preaching love thy neighbor when you couldn't even look at me!!"

6- "I'm sorry, who are you? Ah, the absent... no wonders there, no memory."

Neutral: ♧

1- "On one hand, I can slap you on the other. I can hug you...If you don't start explaining, both hands can strangle you."

2- "Wow, you've gotten big. NO! I don't mean fat. you're not fat! I meant you've grown up so much since last time I saw you."

3- "Stop licking your lips. Cause every time you do it means your thinking of an excuse. You are quite literally marinating your lies."

4- "I'm not about to do that. Best two out of three and don't get cocky like last time."

5- "Can we leave yet if I'm forced to walk these one more time I'll start singing those songs you hate."

A/N

Will write for many things. In a request, please pick Prompt,Character(from listed fandoms),and reader orientation.

Will add more,but I want to get rid of what's here to see if it clears my writers block.

Just a heads up if you pick a prompt please tell me if you want like additional fluff, angst,smut because if you pick one it will only be that one (I'm known for not making that clear if a fic is smut it will be start to finish and if its angst no joy will be in sight) .

Like Angst prompt+fluff ending or Smut prompt+angst beginning.

[eddiebillysteve]

Soooooo I miiiight be drawing a piece based off of your cat and mouse fic

Just sayin😛😶‍🌫️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

I LITERALLY CANNOT EVEN TAKE THIS RN WHAT THE FUCK

you are an actual angel??? my brain can't even process this right now and i can assure you i'm going to spend the entirety of my next therapy session talking about this because holy shit??? i cannot believe?? someone? likes my work enough to make ART OF IT LIKE I AM LITERALLY SAT HERE CRYING LOL

you have no idea how much this means to me dude like this is enough 'keep going! stay alive!' fuel for the next like. year. gonna include it in the physical copy of the book i eventually make when it's finished. gonna print it off and PUT IT ON MY FRIDGE WHEN I GET MY OWN APARTMENT (both with full creds to you ofc). what the fuck. this is one of the nicest, best things anyone has ever done and in response to your other ask i so did not know that was you and i woULD HAVE FOLLOWED YOU A LONG TIME AGO (but also thought i already was even before you sent that other ask??? i have definitely creeped your blog i could have swore i followed you but anyway)

thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. i'm on the fucking floor. i don't know how to function. you are creating my first ever piece of fanart (if that's what you call it??) and i never thought this would happen and i'm going to be thinking about this for the next three months for sure holy shit

SEND TO ME AS SOON AS IT'S FINISHED PLEASE LIKE I'M DYING TO SEE IT OH MY GOD

[icharchivist]

Sort of a sad thought but Lucifer is described as a little gullible sometimes, so I think he did believe that Belial and he were at least friendly, still. He did notice that they weren't as close as they used to be, but figured it was due to both of them having lots of different responsibilities now. And when he offered to come over and Belial said "I'm actually really busy that month", Lucifer believed him, because why would Belial lie? Both to him and in general

And then the rebellion happened and Lucifer wondered why Belial would betray him and one of the other angels was like "Why are you so surprised, it was obvious that the guy hated your guts" and Lucifer is thrown into a crisis

yeah :( That's why anytime we set up Lucifer trying to cheer Belial up in our AU it's ultimately in a post-canon timeline. Just like Lucifer couldn't notice Sandalphon's torment either.

Any flashbacks we have of Lucifer and Belial always have Belial going passive aggressive and Lucifer doesn't pick up on it. The further back we go (except for Lucifer's transcendance) the less bad it is but it still there.

There's also that one scene i think in Belial's quest? set before the creation of the primarches, where Belial is a bit rude to Lucifer, but Lucifer brushes it off and then the narration talks about how they were working back to back, fully trusting one another and stuff.... it really gives the idea that, at least before the primarches came to be, Belial could still be mean, but in the actions he did truly work with Lucifer and perhaps appreciated his stay.

so.... i think when things got worse, Lucifer just didn't pick it up because Belial has always had a mean edge that he didn't really mean. Maybe he gets meaner, but it's not so different is it?

And you have scenes also when Lucifer has coffee with Sandalphon and Belial is supposed to give a message to Lucifer, but on the way he teases Sandalphon and drinks a bit of coffee with Lucifer. For Belial, he was probably purposingly overstaying his welcome to bother Lucifer during his date, but for Lucifer it could easily be something he interpreted as Belial just enjoying staying around. And well, Belial can be full of contradiction sometimes and i wonder if it was not also a bit of both.

so Belial was basically sending Mix Messages and Lucifer just always interpreted it in the nicest way possible because well. he's always been rude!! but it doesn't mean he doesn't care now, does he?

and so he wouldn't notice the way their relationship eroded itself with the years. He just trusted him. If Belial told him he was busy, it must be because he is. not because he avoids him. All of that.

And everything came crashing down DURING the civil war. Hell, Lucifer even had banters with Belial at the begining because Belial was still acting like he supported him while breaking the news that Sandalphon had joined the rebel ranks. Lucifer's world was crashing down and he still relied on Belial in that moment...... and it's only once he killed Lucilius he realized Belial had been betraying him this whole time.

and once he realized that, remember how his first reaction was trying to go in the gardens and take a cup of coffee with Sandalphon until he remembered Sandalphon was gone. He lost Belial then and he desperately tried to hang on to someone he could trust as well, before realizing he lost both of them that day. And so he threw himself in his work to try to cope with all of this.

So i think yeah that's pretty much how canon is built on that regard. Lucifer just thinking Belial's behavior is normal and isn't about him being hostile toward him, which was true once, but not anymore, and how everything came crashing down at once, and the crisis was so bad he threw himself into work instead.

and it makes me so sad :(

and yeah it's why we really only use Lucifer&Belial reconciliation plotline being set in a "post canon where Lucifer comes back to life and Belial joins us somehow" because it's only since he connected back to Sandalphon that Lucifer is trying to be conscious of what impact he had on people. He probably realized the day Sandalphon told him why he left, that it's not just a question of Sandalphon, and by extention, Belial, hating him, but probably that there were other things at play.

Anyway. sad :(. poor Lucifer.

[shkspr]

hi. on your post where you may or may not have ended on 'moffat is either your angel or your devil' did you have maybe an elaboration on that somewhere that i could possibly hear about. i'm very much a capaldi era stan and i've never tried to defend the matt smith era even though it had delightful moments sometimes so i wonder where that puts me. i'd love to hear your perspective on moffat as a person with your political perspective. -nicole

hi ok sorry i took so long to respond to this but i dont think you know how LOADED this question is for me but i am so happy to elaborate on that for you. first a few grains of salt to flavor your understanding of the whole situation: a. im unfairly biased against moffat bc im a davies stan and a tennant stan; b. i still very much enjoy and appreciate moffat era who for many reasons; and c. i hate moffat on a personal level far more than i could ever hate his work.

the thing is that its all always gonna be a bit mixed up bc i have to say a bunch of seemingly contradictory things in a row. for instance, a few moffat episodes are some of my absolute favorites of the rtd era, AND the show went way downhill when moffat took over, AND the really good episodes he wrote during the rtd era contained the seeds of his destruction.

like i made that post about the empty child/the doctor dances and it holds true for blink and thats about it bc the girl in the fireplace and silence in the library/forest of the dead are good but not nearly on the same level, and despite the fact that i like them at least nominally, they are also great examples of everything i hate about moffat and how he approached dw as a whole.

basically. doctor who is about people. there are many things about moffats tenure as showrunner that i think are a step up from rtd era who! actual gay people, for one! but i think that can likely be attributed mostly to an evolving Society as opposed to something inherent to him and his work, seeing as rtd is literally gay, and the existence of queer characters in moffats work doesnt mean the existence of good queer characters (ill give him bill but thats it!)

i have a few Primary Grievances with moffat and how he ran dw. all of them are things that got better with capaldi, but didnt go away. they are as follows:

moffat projects his own god complex onto the doctor

rtd era who had a doctor with a god complex. you cant ever be the doctor and not have a god complex. the problem with moffats era specifically is that the god complex was constant and unrepentant and was seen as a fundamental personality trait of the doctor rather than a demon he has to fight. he has the Momence where you feel bad for him, the Momence where he shows his humility or whatever and youre reminded that he doesnt want to be the lonely god, but those are just. moments. in a story where the doctor thinks hes the main character. rtd era doctor was aware that he wasnt the main character. he had to be an authority sometimes and he had to be the loner and he had to be sad about it, but he ultimately understood that he was expendable in a narrative sense.

this is how you get lines like “were the thin fat gay married anglican marines, why would we need names as well?” from the same show that gave you the gut punch moment at the end of midnight when they realize that nobody asked the hostess for her name. and on the one hand, thats a small sticking point, but on the other hand, its just one small example of the simple disregard that moffat has for humanity.

incidentally, this is a huge part of why sherlock sucked so bad: moffats main characters are special bc theyre so much bigger and better than all the normal people, and thats his downfall as a showrunner. he thinks that his audience wants fucking sheldon cooper when what they want is people.

like, ok. think of how many fantastic rtd era eps are based in the scenario “what if the doctor wasnt there? what if he was just out of commission for a bit?” and how those eps are the heart of the show!! bc theyre about people being people!! the thing is that all of the rtd era companions would have died for the doctor but he understood and the story understood that it wasnt about him.

this is like. nine sending rose home to save her life and sacrifice his own vs clara literally metaphysically entwining her existence w the doctor. ten also sending rose with her family to save her life vs river being raised from infancy to be obsessed w the doctor and then falling in love w him. martha leaving bc she values herself enough to make that decision vs amy being treated like a piece of meat.

and this is simultaneously a great callback to when i said that moffats episodes during the rtd era sometimes had the same problems as his show running (bc girl in the fireplace reeks of this), and a great segue into the next grievance.

moffat hates women

he hates women so fucking much. g-d, does steven moffat ever hate women. holy shit, he hates women. especially normal human women who prioritize their normal human lives on an equal or higher level than the doctor. moffat hated rose bc she wasnt special by his standards. the empty child/the doctor dances is the nicest he ever treated her, and she really didnt do much in those eps beyond a fuck ton of flirting.

girl in the fireplace is another shining example of this. youve got rose (who once again has another man to keep her busy, bc moffat doesnt think shes good enough for the doctor) sidelined for no reason only to be saved by the doctor at the last second or whatever. and then youve got reinette, who is pretty and powerful and special!

its just. moffat thinks that the doctor is as shallow and selfish as he is. thats why he thinks the doctor would stay in one place with reinette and not with rose. bc moffat is shallow and sees himself in the doctor and doesnt think he should have to settle for someone boring and normal.

not to mention rose met the doctor as an adult and chose to stay with him whereas reinette is. hm. introduced to the doctor as a child and grows up obsessed with him.

does that sound familiar? it should! bc it is also true of amy and river. and all of them are treated as viable romantic pairings. bc the only women who deserve the doctor are the ones whose entire existence revolves around him. which includes clara as well.

genuinely i think that at least on some level, not even necessarily consciously, that bill was a lesbian in part bc capaldi was too old to appeal to mainstream shippers. like twelve/clara is still a thing but not as universally appealing as eleven/clara but i am just spitballing. but i think they weighed the pros and cons of appealing to the woke crowd over the het shippers and found that gay companion was more profitable. anyway the point is to segue into the next point, which is that moffat hates permanent consequences.

moffat hates permanent consequences

steven moffat does not know how to kill a character. honestly it feels like hes doing it on purpose after a certain point, like he knows he has this habit and hes trying to riff on it to meme his own shit, but it doesnt work. it isnt funny and it isnt harmless, its bad writing.

the end of the doctor dances is so poignant and so meaningful and so fucking good bc its just this once! everybody lives, just this once! and then he does p much the same thing in forest of the dead - this one i could forgive, bc i do think that preserving those peoples consciousnesses did something for the doctor as a character, it wasnt completely meaningless. but everything after that kinda was.

rory died so many times its like. get a hobby lol. amy died at least once iirc but it was all a dream or something. clara died and was erased from the doctors memory. river was in prison and also died. bill? died. all of them sugarcoated or undone or ignored by the narrative to the point of having effectively no impact on the story. the point of a major character death is that its supposed to have a point. and you could argue that a piece of art could be making a point with a pointless death, ie. to put perspective on it and remind you that bad shit just happens, but with moffat the underlying message is always “i can do whatever i want, nothing is permanent or has lasting impact ever.”

basically, with moffat, tragedy exists to be undone. and this was a really brilliant, really wonderful thing in the doctor dances specifically bc it was the doctor clearly having seen his fair share of tragedy that couldnt be helped, now looking on his One Win with pride and delight bc he doesnt get wins like this! and then moffat proceeded to give him the same win over and over and over and over. nobody is ever dead. nobody is ever unable to be saved. and if they are, really truly dead and/or gone, then thats okay bc moffat has decided that [insert mitigating factor here]*

*the mitigating factor is usually some sort of computerized database of souls.

i can hear the moffat stans falling over themselves to remind me that amy and rory definitely died, and they did - after a long and happy life together, they died of old age. i dont consider that a character death any more than any other character choosing to permanently leave the tardis.

and its not just character deaths either, its like, everything. the destruction of gallifrey? never mind lol! character development? scrapped! the same episode four times? lets give it a fifth try and hope nobody notices. bc he doesnt know how to not make the doctor either an omnipotent savior or a self-pitying failure.

it is in nature of doctor who, i believe, for the doctor to win most of the time. like, it wouldnt be a very good show if he didnt win most of the time. but it also wouldnt be a very good show if he won all of the time. my point is that moffats doctor wins too often, and when he doesnt win, it feels empty and hollow rather than genuinely humbling, and you know hes not gonna grow from it pretty much at all.

so like. again, i like all of doctor who i enjoy all of it very much. i just think that steven moffat is a bad show runner and a decent writer at times. and it is frustrating. and im not here to convince or convert anyone im just living my truth. thank you for listening.

[hiraethenthusiast]

The Hollandairé | t.h.

pairing: ceo!tom x ceo! reader

word count: 16k+

synopsis: exes cross paths on a big event. will they be able to forget each other's mistakes?

warnings: language, sexual innuendos, mentions of an anxiety attack (if you squint), talks about miscarriage, my favourite angst.

a/n: well, well, well im back from a very shitty writers block! look at me, writing angst with exes? oof. can you tell that i absolutely love angst and makeouts in the end? i was somehow inspired by 'idfc' by blackbear to write this fic lol. it took some time and ofcourse i went overboard with it, so hope you enjoy! don't forget to like and reblog! (i even made a moodboard kinda thing uwuwu)

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"Conan I won't hesitate to knee you in the crotch if you don't stop pulling me off this sofa right this second" You tell your roommate, who is desperately trying to get you to go to a gala with him. Being a CEO brings its pros and cons. Pros being, you have a private jet, you're your own boss and you can shout at people with a reason. Cons being, annoyingly nice roommates. You had just shifted to a penthouse in downtown London with your friend Conan, because you refused to stay alone in this bigass house. (You tried living alone once, you were bored to death)

"Conan leave me alone yoo!" You said whining and hunching back into the sofa.

"Get the fuck up and get ready for the launch dude you promised me you wouldn't leave me hanging" Conan shouts over the voice of the t.v. blaring in the background. You pull you hand away from his grip and reach for the remote to shut off the t.v., focusing back on this tall red-headed figure in front of you.

"You know I don't like fancy shit." You grumble.

"It's YOUR fancy shit, get up Y/N." He says and reaches for your arms now, finally making you stand.

"Call Laura, I really don't want to go." You say pulling your phone out from your back pocket and handing it to him.

"If you haven't realised, your manager is the one who forced me to force you to attend the introduction of your fashion line" He fights back.

"- and Y/N. Hey, look at me. You've dreamt of this for how long? Almost all your life. And if you miss the chance to see your empire expand, it's gonna be devastating. You'll obviously miss the fashion show who's got the actual Rudy Pankow walking on a ramp, you'll also miss the opportunity to see people happy with YOUR work. Now get your ass up and get ready." He says and leaves the room, to get ready himself.

It's not that you don't want to go, you really do. Afterall, all of it is your hardwork. But the reason you're not going is because of that asshole. That asshole with whom you used to go out with once, the one who's current goal is to bring you down. The one and only, Tom Holland. You two used to date at some point, the ones who were in love actually, but the rivalry you two have got going on now has lead to you two knowing too much about each other. More than you know about yourself, the other knows it all. Small arguments turned into big ones, that eventually lead to the two of you leaving each other alone. You don't want to go because whenever you meet him, it all turns up into a big mess and your night is typically ruined, and you weren't in the mood for that, atleast not today. He's just a narcissistic bitch who thinks of nothing but degrading you. And that's the reason you don't want to go. Because you know if you talk to him one more time, these banters will persuade you.

But you do realise that you have to go. You have to go because you haven't gone to the last two launches for your perfume and swim line as well, and if you don't go today, Laura will actually end you.

So you just chug all your tea, leaving the kitchen with a grunt to go get ready.

"Hey Marco, can you send in that pantsuit I got done the other day? Look over for modifications if possible, although it looks great in just the solid colour, and please get it drycleaned." You tell your designer over the phone, to which he agreed and you go into your room to get your hair and makeup done.

"Wear a dress to the launch of your fashion line when it gets famous, yeah?"

"Pantsuits all the way Holland, you know I hate dresses."

"I know you do."

You remember the faint memory from over two years ago, that dream actually coming true, just without the person you dreamt it with.

You put your hair in a low bun with a middle part, giving you a classy formal look, and you do a almost non existent makeup look, only your eyes bold to accent with your outfit. Marco drops off the forest green pantsuit at your house, you giving it a twist with wearing a lace corset beneath the blazer.

"I look hot." You told yourself.

You and Conan leave for the event, you fidgeting in between 15 minute durations, Conan reassuring you that he'll be with you until the night ends.

That didn't last long. You lost Conan as soon as you entered the venue, so you occupied yourself with having conversations with other company owners, hearing how they're doing in the industry, blah blah blah.

"Do I look like I care?" You say to yourself.

You move ahead, only to cross paths with the one and only. He was wearing a cherry coloured perfectly tailored suit, adding a hint of Tom with the glasses. He looked good.

"And what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Y/N?" He says, twirling his champagne glass in his hands.

"Look Holland I really don't have time for this shit, please take a goodie bag on your way home" You say with a bit of sass and start to move away, only to get your arm held back, making you bump in his chest.

"I see you wore the pantsuit you always wanted to wear at your event, angel " He says, making you pull away from him.

"Don't ever call me that again, and this is a warning." You were about to continue further with your answer, but you were utterly shocked to see the person in front of you.

"Is that the Y/N Y/L/N, in person, the one who's way too busy to answer my phone calls?" He says, making you laugh a bit.

"Jaeden?" You say, laughing heartily.

"In the flesh, tigeress." He says, doing grabby hands at you as an indication to pull you in a hug. You oblige and walk towards him and give him the biggest bear hug you've given anyone in two years. You pull back just to hit him on the chest once, playfully ofcourse.

"Tigeress. Oof haven't heard that in a while" You keep your conversation going on with Jaeden, while Tom is absolutely dumbfounded about whatever just happened in these past few seconds.

There's this hot guy named Jason or whatever, who calls you 'tigeress' and you aren't pestering him for calling you with a nickname but you definitely were ready to give Tom a piece of your mind when he called you 'angel'? Who is this guy?

Tom goes off to find Conan, who was situated at the bar downing a shot of tequila.

"Hey who's that guy Jason?" He asks him, pointing towards you and Jaeden in the middle of the hall.

"You mean Jaeden?" He says, biting onto a slice of lemon.

"Yeah whatever who is he?" Tom asks again, turning towards to bartender asking for a glass of whiskey.

"Why do you want to know?" Conan shoots back.

"Just curious. Can you just fucking tell me now?" Tom tries again, getting frustrated now.

"Chill dude. Jaeden used to work with Y/N a long time ago. He had this crush on her for like forever, but then Y/N went in for entrepreneurship and they were just not in contact with each other." He says.

"Crush huh?" Tom says, gripping onto his glass so tight that his knuckles almost turned white.

"Why do you look like you're about to murder someone?" Conan asks, getting concerned.

"Because I might." Tom says, grinding his teeth while forcing a smile.

The night goes by pretty smoothly, for you. You and Jaeden were clinged to each other almost the whole night, and then Tom watching you both from a distance, trying not to snap hard at people. He just took enough of it, he had to do something. He wasn't really sure why was he jealous, 'maybe because you love her' his heart said, but his mind crossing paths with a 'no you don't' in the middle. He was in a dilemma, but was mostly leaning towards his heart's side. He finally got up from his seat and walked towards you.

"Y/L/N." He says, keeping his composure.

"Yes?" You turn around to come face to face with him, laughing on something Jaeden had said.

"Board of Directors want to meet you on third floor. I was going that way only, wanted to inform you." He says.

"Oh okay. Jaeden I'll be back in a few. And tell me about that Mario Kart incident." You say, your laughter dying as you walk towards the elevator, motioning Tom to move as well. You both enter the elevator and you click the button for third floor.

"So Jaeden's a long lost friend, I assume?" He tries to small talk, failing miserably.

"Yeah, I used to work with him a long time back. Why do you ask?" You say, being the nicest you've been to Tom in two years.

"Just making small talk. So, exactly how long ago, you used to work with him?" He tries again.

"A really long time ago." You tell him.

"When we were dating?" He says, hesitating.

The elevator dings and you reach third floor, both of you moving into a very empty hallway.

"Why do you care Tom?" You say, making him frustrated even more.

"Because you're my fucking ex-girlfriend whom I'm worried about because that asshole has a mega crush on you" He says, making you jerk your head towards him.

"How many whiskeys have you had?" You ask him, because he was sounding oblivious that's for sure.

You turn around to open the meeting room to find it empty, making you glare at Tom once again.

"Why the fuck did you bring me up here Holland, where's the meeting?" You say, narrowing your eyes towards him.

"There is no meeting Y/N, the Board didn't show up this year, remember?" He says moving and fidgeting around the room.

"Then why did you bring me up here, dumbass?" That put him over the edge. He starts walking towards you making you take a few steps back, finally cornering you in the room.

"Because that guy is fucking flirting with you Y/N. That guy has been roaming around the whole night with my girl, touching and hugging my girl in front of me and you expect me to keep my calm? Huh? I don't fucking care okay? You're supposed to be mine and I was a jerk who let you go. I can't stand seeing you with other people. What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N, why did you leave me?!" He shouts at you, making your blood boil even more.

You push him back and stand in front of him, glaring as if you were going to rip his head off.

"No Tom, YOU left me, alright? I cried almost every night after that day when you left, and you didn't even have the empathy to give me a call. You, are too self-absorbed, and not me Tom. It was all you. I haven't been to even one of my launches just because I know you'll be there, you'll be there to put me down again. And why the fuck do you care about whom I talk to huh?" You shout at him.

"Why would I come to every single one of your launches Y/N?! To see you! To see the person who understood me more than I did, just to fucking see your face and calm my nerves!" He shouts back. He moves towards you and holds you chin to put your eyes at his eye level.

"Look at me Y/N. Look at me. Did we mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you? Look at me in the eyes and tell me you never loved me. Tell me I meant nothing to you and I'll leave this second. Tell me that this was all a lie." He says, making your eyes water.

"You know I can't tell you that."

"Then why do you keep hurting me Y/N?! You hurt me so much! You left me when I needed you the most! I wanted you and you weren't there-" He shouts again.

"SHUT UP TOM, SHUT UP! Stop it! Stop! Please. Stop." You're crying hysterically now, hunching up in a corner trying to calm yourself down. Tom immediately sees it and runs towards you holding your hands and cradling them.

"Hey, hey Y/N. Look at me, look at me baby. It's Tom. Hey baby. I'm here, yeah? I'm here. Stop crying come on babe, please. Love, look at me. I'm here." He says, now running his hand over your cheeks wiping your tears.

"Go away. Go away from me." Is all you say, which makes his ears perk and brings water to his eyes.

He stands up and moves out of the room, closing the door just to hear you crying again. He sits down on the floor with his back on the door now, crying, waiting for you to say something.

"Please, open the door." He says, bursting into tears and hugging himself with his arms, wishing it was you.

Fifteen minutes pass by and you still haven't said anything. Tom misses you so much, and it was so fucked up of you to leave him like this. He was hurt, but he could never stop loving you. Ever.

"Losing you would be a nightmare that I'd beg to be awaken from everyday." You say opening the door, your eyes blood red, hair disheveled making Tom look at you, whose eyes were blood red too.

"What?"

"I was pregnant, Tom." You tell him, making his eyes widen and holding your hand for comfort.

"The day-" You clear your throat "The day we fought is when we lost the baby. I was going to tell you I was pregnant that day, but then that happened." You were crying a bit more now, but still held you composure so you can handle Tom from now.

"The argument gave me too much stress and, and it was affecting the baby so as soon as you left, um, my stomach started aching really badly and, and yeah we lost our baby then. That's why I left." You say, you were crying on his shoulder now, intentionally ignoring his reaction because you knew it would hurt him.

"We, we- lost our baby?" He says, a bit shocked but choking on his tears. You remain silent.

"Hey, hey. Listen. It's okay. It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I shouldn't have fought with you. You were already really worried and I just added onto your pressure. I'm so sorry baby I'm so so sorry." He was full-on crying now, he sniffled in your neck because he was too afraid to show his emotions.

"It wasn't your fault Tommy, it was ours." You say, running your hand in his curls. The way you missed his chestnut curls. It was all good again, well atleast you hoped.

Tommy. That always brought butterflies in his stomach.

You talked everything out in the bathroom, while washing your faces and cleaning up. You both understood that everything was going back to normal, just like the old times. One conversation lead to another, and you spent two hours on the bathroom floor just laughing and having gossip.

"It's been a while." You say laughing, looking at your watch.

"Yeah."

"Why did you say 'my girl' Tom?" You ask him directly.

"Hm?"

"You called me 'my girl' in the conference room. Why?" You tell him, and he instantly remembers that he did do that.

"You're in my head almost everyday Y/N. Even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't have been this hard letting go, but it was. I still love you, even if you don't." He says, taking some tissue paper off the counter.

"Who said I don't love you?" You say, making his eyes widen.

"Wha- wh- what are you implying here?" He stumbles upon his words, making you laugh.

"I still love you, you goof."

"Y/N you have to be serious you're making me want things I can't have." He says wholeheartedly.

You say nothing but grab him by his collar and kiss him with full force. After two years, you felt those soft lips on yours again, reminiscing every moment you had missed in these past years. They felt the same, soft and plump, just as if they were made for you. They fit in with yours like a puzzle, that was meant to be solved by these two hearts which were tangled, but now, in a right way. Tom kissed back almost immediately, feeling your lips was like a dream come true. A recurrent dream in his mind. You both pull back to see red and puffy lips and give out a light laugh. He doesn't stop, he keeps leaving peppery kisses all over your face mumbling sweet words again and again.

"I missed you so, so much angel." he says leaving a kiss on your nose.

"I missed you too bubba." you say leaving a small peck on his lips.

"Let's go now, we've been here for almost two hours." You start to move towards the door, but get pulled back by your waist.

"Tell Jaeden to maintain distance, yeah?" He says.

"Or what?" You say in a playful tone.

"Babygirl, I think you've forgotten what I'm capable of." He says, kissing your neck.

"I think I have. And stop kissing me I look shit." You say, laughing.

"I really don't care. You still look hot and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now." He says leaving another harsh suck on your skin, which can hopefully be covered by your blazer.

"Are you going to eyefuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" You say, now kissing Tom's sweet spot.

"Finish this event in the next half an hour. I'll see you at my house babe." He says leaving one last peck on your lips.

You both reach downstairs after fixing your makeup and hair, you reach upto the stage and and hold onto the mic.

"Thankyou all for attending the event. We look forward to having more business with you! Don't forget to post something about our line 'The Hollandairé' on your social media platforms and don't forget to tag us! We are, The Y/L/N's thankyou have a good night!"

He listen to you and smirks to himself, because you do do what you say.

"I'm going to name my first fashion line 'The Hollandairé' " You say making a banner with your hands.

"And I'll be right with you then baby" He says, kissing your cheek.

Looks like he kept his promise too.

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[calif0rnia-lovers]

#1: the proposal | plan b.

pairing: angel reyes x black!reader | chapter rating: 💙

total # of parts in series: 10

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I keep falling for boys and mistaking them for men

series sum: After several failed relationships, you decide that you’re over waiting for Mr. Right to come around and help start a family. In a drunken ramble, you ask your best friend if he’ll be your donor. You didn’t expect him to say yes. As you and Angel enter uncharted waters, you both realize neither of you fully thought the initial proposal through.

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What is it they say…hope breeds eternal misery.

Or, as Angel Reyes likes to say, “I don’t know why you’re wasting time on that asshole.”

Asshole is the nicest term you can dub your boyfriend--correction, your ex-boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

It’s strange how quickly two letters--a simple prefix--can change your life.

One minute, you’re joining your boyfriend and his family on a getaway to the beach. The next, you’re being kindly escorted out of a restaurant for tossing a drink in his face.

When you’d left Santo Padre Friday afternoon, you had a single thought in your mind. He’s finally going to propose. The nervous behavior, the talks about moving to a bigger apartment, him inviting you to a weekend getaway with his family.

How else would a rational person explain this behavior?

Well, according to Michael, all of those things do not add up to a proposal. They add up to “softening the blow."

As you sit on the curb waiting for your uber, with Michael's big splurge of the evening in hand--a bottle of Cabernet, you realize his explanation was complete bullshit. How is dragging you to Santa Monica for the weekend "softening the blow?" If he was going to break up with you, he could have done it in Santo Padre.

As you double-check the ETA on your uber, you remember.

Michael didn't drag you to Santa Monica to break up with you. He dragged you to Santa Monica to ask you to "take a break."

Apparently, there's a difference.

As Michael put it, with his birthday fast approaching, he'd had an epiphany. He needed time to "get out there" and "explore" his options.

"We're in our thirties," he'd explained. "We only have a few years left before we're expected to settle down, have kids. I think we should take this time to get everything out of our system, so by the time we come back together, we're ready to start that family you're always talking about."

The nervousness you'd seen the past two weeks? Had nothing to do with hiding a ring, or trying to find the perfect opportunity to pop the question. The nervousness was Michael trying to find the right time to ask you not to renew the lease of the apartment, you share, at the end of the month.

The talk about upgrading to a bigger apartment? Had nothing to do with having an extra room for the kid you've both talked about having. It was so that he could move in with his two best friends.

Michael’s epiphany left you in shock. You were caught between realizing the entire revelation wasn’t a complete joke and realizing you were expected to ride home with his family in the morning. The drink tossing didn’t come until Michael rubbed his hands together, a knowing smile sliding onto his face.

Taking your shocked silence as a lack of protest to his idea, Michael nodded over his shoulder. “You wanna head back up to the room...have some fun our last night together?”

The weight of Samantha--wait. No. Savanna...Sabrina? No, Salena.

The weight of Salena’s body presses Angel into the mattress. Her body is nearly directly on top of his, her face nuzzled into the warmth of his neck.

He’s not used to women sleeping over. Angel has one rule. He wants to sleep alone. Translation, be gone when he wakes in the morning.

That’s why, when he wakes to the sound of a slamming door, Angel is pissed.

His initial thought is that Salena let the door slam on her way out. The only problem is, Salena is still in bed with him--sleeping soundly. If she wasn’t, he would have been up able to react quicker. Because if it’s not Salena leaving, it means that someone is coming in.

“You need to go,” Angel mumbles as he manages to escape her grip.

Salena responds by rolling over and ignoring his request.

When he leaves his bedroom, Angel finds his entire house in darkness. His hand runs down his face as your voice fills the air.

"Ow--shit!" Your keys and purse fall to the floor as you bump into the coffee table.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

“What are you doing?” You counter the slurring of your speech causing Angel’s head to shake. “...standing in the dark like a fucking creep.”

“Are you drunk?”

Your head shakes. Even if half-asleep, Angel knows you’re not drunk. You’re hammered, at least by your standards. He’s known you long enough to realize you’re a lightweight. A two and a half-hour ride with a bottle of Cabernet meant you were well past your limit.

“And why are you back early--did you drive here?”

“No,” you scoff. “I took an uber obviously--”

A second trip into the coffee table silences the rest of your response.

“Alright, come on--” Angel takes your hand in his, preventing you from falling forward.

“I don’t need your help.” Yanking your hand free of his grip--with more force than necessary--you stumble backward. Between the late hour and his body still attempting to shake off its grogginess, the action is too fast for Angel to predict. “Or any man’s help for that matter...fucking men--always thinking they need to save me--”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you--and fucking...fucking Michael--that piece of shit...” Despite your previous attempt to escape him, you turn on your heels causing Angel to bump into you. Instinctively, his hands find your waist. An innocent attempt to help maintain your balance. “--I said I don’t need help walking, Angel--”

“Clearly.” The smirk on his lips narrows your eyes.

The pathetic attempt of a shove you apply to his chest is enough to tip your already unsteady balance.

In his defense, Angel isn’t used to “rescuing” you from a drunk faceplant. Usually, the roles are reversed.

It may not be the smartest move, but it’s the quickest way to prevent another one of your escape attempts. Angel tightens his grip on your waist, pulling a small yelp from your lips as he lifts you off the ground throwing you over his shoulder.

The sudden shift in your posture blurs your vision--sending the room spinning. The rush of blood to your head causes your palm to come down hard in frustration against Angel’s back.

“Put me down…” Angel’s head shakes as your slurred speech trails off for a moment. Seizing the break in your resistance, he carries you across the darkened room towards the security of the sofa. “...what the hell are you doing in my house anyway?”

“This is my house.” Angel huffs as he lowers you onto the sofa. “If you get up, I’m not stopping you. I'm serious, I'll let you bust your ass this time.”

But moving from the sofa has already left your mind. Instead, your focus has drifted. Scanning the living room as Angel disappears. Despite his words, you're still not sure why you've ended up at his house and not yours.

“Here drink this,” Angel sighs as he returns. He hopes the glass of water will miraculously sober you up. Between failing to kick Salena out, and you showing up drunk at 3 in the morning, Angel is considering giving up women. At least for a few hours.

Angel’s steps come to a slow halt as he rounds the sofa to find you gone. Somehow, in the time it took him to fill a glass with water, you have slid down to the floor. Your back against the sofa, you’ve given up the impossible task of unfastening your heels. Instead, you’re tugging at them. Groans of frustration fill the air once the heels remain in place.

The shaky breaths and trembling of your fingers widen Angel’s eyes.

“Shit--are you crying?”

“I’m not crying.” The shaking of your head only seems to push the tears out faster. The blurring of your vision makes the task at hand impossible. “I’m not crying.”

“My bad, you’re not crying,” Angel repeats, hopeful it’ll make the crying stop. Handling a crying woman is not his strongest suit. In fact, he tries to avoid crying women at all costs. He focuses on the easier task of removing your heels. He offers you an encouraging smile once he’s done. “See, you’re all good.”

“No, I’m not.” Reaching forward, you grab the nearest heel, launching it as hard as you can. “Michael got me these.”

You manage to grab the second heel before Angel can. You launch it in the same direction as the first.

“I’ve always hated those ugly fucking shoes.”

The second heel doesn’t land in the middle of the floor like its predecessor. Instead, it flies straight into Salena’s arm as she rounds the corner.

“Ow--what the fuck? Angel!”

The overhead light cuts on, temporarily blinding both you and Angel. When you open your eyes, you find a half-dressed Salena standing over you. Your discarded heel in her left hand, her narrowed eyes focused on you.

"So, this is why you wanted me to leave? Your girlfriend is home?"

"Neither of us is his girlfriend, sweetheart." you correct.

“I’m not sleeping in your bed ever again,” you clarify, your voice muffled against your palms. “Not until you wash your sheets.”

In the time it took to get Salena out of the house you’ve found that your body has begun to crash. The idea of laying down the only thought of your mind. That’s why the moment he’s settled alongside you on the floor, Angel’s shoulder becomes your pillow.

“Please don’t say I told you so.”

Passing up the opportunity to be right, is not in Angel’s nature. But one look at you, he’s biting his tongue.

“I never liked him.”

“You've never liked anyone I’ve dated,” you laugh quietly.

“That’s because you only date assholes.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Exactly.”

Angel's arm drapes around you, the gentle squeeze he gives bringing a weak smile to your lips.

“That’s it,” you sigh. “I’m done dating. Forever.”

“Dating is overrated,” Angel notes.

It’s a phrase Angel has told you nearly a million times over the years. Typically, after you’ve watched him ensnare yet another naive woman with his smile. You typically roll your eyes at Angel's mantra, but right now, you don’t even bother.

“I’m serious, if you see me even blinking at the same guy twice grab me.”

“Yeah, okay,” Angel chuckles.

He knows there's no point in taking the promise any further. If Angel is a cynic when it comes to dating, you’re the poster child for hopeless romantics.

When you fall in love, you fall hard. When you get heartbroken, the fallout hits the hardest.

“I can’t wait until my forties to have a kid.”

“What?”

“I’ll be in my sixties when they graduate high school--my sixties!”

“That’s what this is about?”

“...he doesn’t want kids...at least not right now...he wants time to explore other options before being shackled to me forever.”

“I’m going to kick his fucking ass.”

“When you do, can I watch?”

“Fuck that, you’re getting in a few hits.”

“I can’t believe I wasted three years on him, thinking he was going to help me start a family,” you groan. “When I could’ve just asked you.”

Angel laughs, his smile growing as you giggle.

“I’m serious. Definitely would’ve happened faster.”

“If you want to have sex with me, there are much easier ways--”

“Shut up, it is not about sex,” you assure him as your eyes drift shut. “I actually pride myself in being one of the few women in this town you haven’t slept with. Being immune to your charm is a superpower.”

“You still ended up here tonight,” Angel grins.

You softly smile.

“That’s because you’re my best friend, and you always give the best hugs when I feel like shit.”

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Incorrect Pre-Canon VDL Gang Quotes

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Hosea: Dutch, Why are you standing on the table?

Dutch: I am the backbone of this goddamn family, I can stand where I want, when I want!

Hosea:

Hosea: Where’s the spider-

Dutch: I think it’s under the couch please kill it

—

Hosea: *yelling at Arthur and John* That’s it! I’m going to teach you boys some common sense!

Hosea: Dutch, sit down, you need to hear this too.

—

John: *walking into a general store* I’d like to buy an owl!

Shopkeeper: Uh, we don’t sell owls.

John: Well someone told me you did.

Shopkeeper: Who?

John:

Shopkeeper:

John: Well, I just fucking heard one.

—

Hosea: *holding up a thing of gun oil* Does this make you feel small?

Dutch: For the last time, five inches isn’t small, it’s average size!

—

*Arthur comes home after being out all day*

Dutch & Hosea: *staring in disbelief at all the horses he brought home*

Hosea: Arthur, how many are there?

Arthur: Thirty-six! Counted them myself!

Dutch: *being held back by Hosea* THIRTY-SIX?!?

—

Mary: So, how big are you?

Arthur: 6’2

Mary: ...No, I mean in bed.

Arthur:

Arthur: Still 6’2 but sideways?

—

Arthur: What time does the judgmental express arrive?

John: Dutch and Hosea will be back around noon.

—

Hosea: Why do you want to be an outlaw?

Dutch: I simply do not vibe with the law.

—

Dutch: Hosea, I want a baby.

Hosea: Aww!

Hosea: *going back to reading his news paper* Steal one.

—

John: Did you lose your job because of Arthur and me?

Hosea: No, the manager is a vampire and he wanted me to join his legion of the undead.

John: *quietly* I knew it.

—

Arthur: *praying quietly* It’s me again. I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have.

Feral John™️, in the next town over: *manically laughing*

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Valentine's Special Prompt Game

Prompt: Blind date / Set up by friends.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Male Reader

Word Count: 1,2k

Genre: Fluff

Masterlist

"I promise he's really nice!"

"Of course he is." You sarcastically say after rolling your eyes. "I've been told that tons of times before. I won't fall for your promises this time."

Jimin groans and takes a seat in front of you, bending over a little, wanting your attention on him as he starts to speak again.

"I know you've had bad dates befo-"

"Bad dates?!" You gasp, finally daring to look at him in the eye. "Do I have to remind you how the last guy I went out with spent the whole night crying over his ex boyfriend?"

Jimin inevitably chuckles at the remembrance of how you came back earlier to the apartment with a infuriating expression on your face, swearing you would never agree again to go on a blind date; especially a one set up by him.

"Okay, I take the whole responsibility of that. I should have know that! I thought he changed, though."

"Whatever. I'm not going on another date."

Jimin lifts his hands up in surrender, "Okay, but could you please hear about him? He's the nicest guy I've met, and he's willing to have a date after being single for a long time."

You think about it for a moment before nodding, making your friend smile. "Great! So, his name is Jeon Jungkook, he's 2 years younger than us, and I think you've seen him before. Remember when you came to the dance studio to pick me up to grab lunch? Last month."

"Oh, the tall guy with tattoos?" There's a hint of interest in your tone that makes Jimin giggle. He nods as an answer. "Okay... keep talking."

Convincing you to make you go on that date was easier than Jimin thought it'd be.

"Are you sure you gave me the right adress?"

"Yeah, I did. You're already there?" Jimin speaks on the other line.

"It's a thrift store."

"I know, don't you think it's a great idea for a first date?"

"I don't know if you are fooling around but right now it isn't the time to do so!"

Jimin wholeheartedly laughs, "Trust me. You'll love it."

"I see him coming. If it ends up being terrible I'll physically hurt you."

"Sure thing. Have fun!" And he ends the call.

Jungkook introduces himself with a shy smile on his face. You're finally able to look at him with detail; the black ink decorating his skin of his arms and hands, his big sparkling doe eyes, his marvelous smile and pink tinted cheeks. Jimin was right, he is really charming.

"By the look in your eyes I'm guessing Jimin didn't tell you what is all this about, right?"

"I don't! So, mind telling me what are we going to do?"

Jungkook smiles softly at you, "He has told me you're very competitive, is that right?"

"Oh my god, please tell me he didn't tell you about the chicken wings incident."

"No, but now I'm interested on that." He lets out a laugh, which makes you feel instantly flustered. "Actually, I am very competitive myself, too. And I can see you too have a great sense of fashion, so... We're making outfits for each other today! The winner gets to choose the place we're having dinner after this."

"I love it, but how do we know who's the winner?"

"Jimin, of course."

"Right, I should have know."

Jungkook extends his hand for you to grab it. "Shall we go inside, then?"

You gladly take it, first taking a look in all the hallways of the store before starting to pick clothes.

As you do it, you start a simple and carefree conversation about yourselves and your interests. Turns out you two have a lot in common and that makes you wonder how come Jimin never told you about him. So far you think he is really nice and easygoing.

You get to try some of the clothes you keep gathering, sharing your thoughts about it and complimenting each other, which keeps you two smiling the whole time. After some jokes, laughter and pictures taken together,  you are on your final looks and decide to send the pics to Jimin, who deliberates that Jungkook is the winner.

"Not gonna lie, I love what you chose for me. I am definitely gonna experiment with this style from now on." Jungkook admits as you two exit the store, still wearing the outfit you end up buying.

"I am glad you like it, it suits you! And you just made me look thousands times more stylish. My closet and I are forever grateful."

Jungkook chuckles and grabs your hand again and starts walking on an unknown direction. "I know a great place over here."

"Awesome, I don't think I've been here before. You live near here?"

"No, but with the dance crew we used to hang out nearby really often."

That leads to another chill conversation in which you get to know each other a little bit more. He was right about the place, since you think it's really nice and casual, which makes the atmosphere comfortable for you two.

The night goes perfectly, and you really think that Jungkook is someone you would definitely have a second date with. Maybe, if things work out, have something more formal.

When's time to leave, Jungkook offers to pay for you, to which you immediately reject.

"Oh no, let me pay for it!"

"I insist, I'll pay for you!"

You laugh at his stubbornness and the way he wrinkles his nose, but that gives you an idea; the perfect excuse: "How about this, we split the bill and you pay on the second date."

Jungkook blushes and nods. "Only if you pay on the third one, though."

With a big smile you answer, "Gladly."

Later you are in front of your apartment, staring at each other with nervous smiles and fidgeting fingers.

"I had so much fun today," He starts. "Actually, this has been the best date I've ever had. For real."

"Me too! Honestly, I didn't know how much I needed to do this. I am so glad it turned out this way." You agree. "It's so nice to meet someone so easygoing and nice like you."

You two exchange phone numbers and share a hug, in which Jungkook takes the opportunity to leave a kiss on your cheek, making you blush.

"See you soon?" He shyly asks.

"Of course," You reply and wave your hand. "Goodnight, Jungkook."

Once you get to your floor and enter the apartment, Jimin is already waiting anxiously for you, looking at you with curiosity.

"So?! How did it go?!"

You plop down on the sofa right next to him and give him a tight hug, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Jimin laughs, "I told you. Aren't I the best friend you've ever had?"

"An angel sent from above."

After you tell him all about your date and get ready to go to bed, your phone buzzes a couple of times. You unlock it to see the messages are from Jungkook.

I really had a great time today, and I actually didn't thank you for it

So thank you!

I am really looking forward meeting you again

Goodnight, _____ :)

He attached some of the pictures he took of you and the ones you took in front of the big mirror on that thrift store, and you couldn't believe your luck.

Agreeing on going to this date was the best decision you've ever made.

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PAIRING, BAGELS, REPEAT

— I’VE SEEN FIRE, I’VE SEEN RAIN ; PART 2 / ?

PAIRING: Bruce Wayne x reader

WORD COUNT: 1909

SUMMARY: Being laid off isn’t very fun but Bruce tends to find himself even more entangled in your life, including his alter ego—Batman.

A/N: I’m loving this series and if you are, feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading my crappy stuff aka my daydreams <3

WARNINGS: Guns! Death threats! Crying! A mental breakdown!

MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

James Taylor’s Fire and Rain plays like a funeral hymn on the record player, echoing through your studio apartment. You’re sitting on the ground, back against the ratty couch with a pizza box on your lap. You take a bite of a BBQ Chicken pizza slice, furiously wiping your tears away as you replayed the events from six hours ago. From being called to the principal's office to only be told that you’re one of the non-tenured teachers to be laid off due to cutbacks. Gotham High was...a tough school. The students were mean to you because well, you're young and always gave them the benefit of the doubt. Plus, you taught English Literature and frankly, your students didn’t exactly enjoy the subject as much as you wanted them to. Nevertheless, you’re devastated. Teaching was a dream of yours, and it’s being taken away from you. You cried all the way back home, tried to call your mother but it kept going to voicemail. You must have called someone else, but you don’t remember and couldn’t care less to check your phone—the whole day went by like a blur.

Then, there’s a sound. An insistent buzz, it’s the doorbell. You furrow your brows, not recalling ordering anything else other than the large pizza from Domino’s. Yet, it doesn’t cease, and you’re forced to bring yourself to stand on your feet, instinctively flattening your tousled hair to make yourself seem somewhat presentable. Like, you’re doing fine and you have everything completely under control. Maybe, you did call your mother, and she’s at the door. You’re hoping she is although she’s going to kill you for the mess.

Another buzz and you’re toddling across the wooden flooring and towards the doorway. It’s starting to become infuriating by the second, like a house fly don’t won’t stop bugging you. Considering the mood you’re in, it doesn’t take much to tick you off. Swinging the door open, you expected to see the radiant face of your mother but to your surprise, it’s not.

It’s Bruce.

Shit.

You haven’t seen him in two weeks.

You nearly choke at the sight of him in a slightly crumpled oxford blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair as much of a mess as yours and tired eyes staring down at you with concern. You note how Bruce is very charming, no matter how disarrayed he is. Meanwhile, you’re realizing the current state must be a little startling. Your eyes are probably bloodshot, hair still in a tangled mess and glaring tomato stains everywhere on your GCU t-shirt. This is such a low point for you.

“Bruce,” you say, voice raising an octave with wide eyes as you stare at him like he’s grown another head, “What are you doing here?” His frown is immediate, seemingly confused by your question. “You called me.” He gestures to his phone within his grasp. “It sounded bad even though I couldn’t make out what you were saying half of the time,” He chuckles and holds up a familiar looking paper bag “So, I got you bagels. Three of them. Thought you could use some of these.”

It takes a second or two for you to finally process what he just told you before your emotionally wrecked brain decides to do the most irrational thing ever—You just start sobbing. You’re crying so hard that it terrifies Bruce. He blinks, thoughts racing. The sight of you in complete misery strikes him like a punch to his gut and for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do. Not immediately. Yet, through glassy eyes, you manage to notice the way his face dropped and morphed into pure horror. Justification is key, you don’t want to weird him out and think you’re crazy. You wave your hand in the air dismissively, rubbing your eyes as you spoke between strangled sobs. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day and that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me all week.”

Oh.

Your words are a tug to the heartstrings, and it sends his head reeling but relief was all that overwhelmed him. Bruce would never wish to see you hurt, especially when it’s caused by him. Actions of affection were primarily reserved for those closest to him, but he never experienced the urge to be intimate and care so much for a person ever since his parents died. Yet, out of everyone, you’re the one that brings out the most in him. Moving closer to you, he reaches and pulls you in a hesitant embrace. You stiffened at the mere touch of his arms around you, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Sure, you had a fair share of intimate moments with the man but this, this was different. You couldn’t shake the thought of how something so warm felt so right, smelt right. Despite the fact you had been trying to suppress your feelings for Bruce, and this was doing the exact opposite of that, you can’t help but feel this was what you needed at the moment. So, you let your body sag, muscles becoming loose and you let yourself truly cry for the first time.

You end up inviting him in later, when your tears are dry. You eat two of the bagels, sharing the last one with him. You called a peace offering, a gift of appreciation, for the whole emotional massacre you unexpectedly shoved at him. He simply laughs, eyes crinkling with fondness. He thinks you’re beautiful, especially when your hair is wild, laughing like you don’t have a care in the world. It’s what keeps him grounded, to know you’re raw and very real. The next thing you know, you end up shuffling cards of UNO until the wee hours of the morning—exchanging knowing smiles and Bruce trying to pick a Wild Draw card from the deck to get you to lose. But, he lets you win anyway.

He slept on your couch that night, still in his dress shirt. You must've peeked a glance at his sleeping form, squeezed onto the couch that’s clearly too small for him. Cute. You snap a picture before heading to bed. For blackmail purposes, of course.

-

You end up working a night shift at a burger joint called Big Belly Burger somewhere in midtown. Your first week comes and goes, and you’re starting to hate how your uniform itches and how the restaurant can get really filthy by the end of the day. Yet, it’s the kids from Cameron Kane High that come after school that keeps you going because it makes you miss being a teacher even though they tend to leave a mess after a meal.

Thursday comes and you’re exhausted. Even so, you’re thankful it’s a slow night. You’ve done all your cleaning duties earlier on and Lucie, the manager went out to buy a pack of cigarettes from the convenience store around the corner. Hence, it’s just you, slumped against the counter, devouring a Triple Belly Burger.

You’re half way through the burger when you hear the door swing open. Expecting to see Lucie, you turned around to see two men brandishing handguns your way. “Everything from the register, now!” The taller masked man shouted, gun gesturing to the cash register. Your eyes are wide, and you can feel your chest heaving. There was no way you’ll be able to fight them. Not two of them with guns pointed at you.

The burger drops from your hand and so does your heart. With trembling hands, you slide the drawer of the cash register open and begin pulling out dollar notes. From the corner of your eye, you spot your phone on the counter, close enough for you to make an emergency call. Your eyes scan the two men wearily and with every ounce of courage you had left, you managed to unlock your phone, pulled up the messaging app and texted the first name on the list: Bruce Wayne.

help, was all you managed to say.

To say your luck ran out was an understatement; you were never lucky anyway. One of the robbers must have caught on to what you were doing and just as the call goes through, he snatches your phone away, throws it onto the ground and shoots it.

So close, yet so far.

You don't know if the message got through.

The muzzle is now inches away from your forehead, and you hear the cock of the gun. “Don’t you dare pull somethin’ funny like or I’ll blow your brains out. Give us the money, now.” It was in that moment, your tears give way and your life flashes before your eyes. You pray for a miracle, a savior.

Then, you see him.

A looming figure appears by the doorway and your breath hitches. It’s Batman, looking like a Goddamn angel. The robbers seem to realize this too, guns quickly directed towards the vigilante. He launches batarangs to the pair of men and immediately disarms them. In a flash, he knocks them out, unconscious bodies dropping to the ground like dead flies.

You stare at him in awe although he’s very frightening and intimidating but Batman...just saved you. Now, this is a story you’re going to be telling everybody until the day you die. He approaches you with caution, and you instinctively take a step back. Then, he calls you by your name like it’s second nature. You stare at him with blank amazement, brows raised.

“You know my name?” Your voice dwindled; It’s so soft and timid you hardly hear yourself. Despite the mask, the vigilante looks like his brain just short-circuited for a moment. He clears his throat.

“...Bruce has mentioned you.”

You ignore how his synthetic voice makes every hair on the back of your neck stand and the familiarity that struck for a split second when he said your name because you’re too wrapped up with the fact that Bruce has discussed about you to his other ‘best friend’ as one might call it. Brooding over this lump of a thought, the corner of your mouth twitches. “He did?” you say with a hint of affection. It’s hard to read the man under the mask, whoever he was but you’re certain he looked taken aback by your response. Maybe, it was the way you delivered it—the longing in the very core of the expression. You may have outed your feelings for Bruce to...Batman.

This doesn’t get any stranger than that.

“Yes,” he replies curtly, and you hear the police sirens afar. “Are you hurt?” Like the true caretaker of Gotham, he wants to be sure you haven’t been injured. You shake your head, lips pressed together. The whaling of the police sirens grow louder, lights of red and blue flashing before your eyes. He appears like a shadow against the glaring lights from the police cruisers and before you can blink, he flees with a muttered ‘Goodnight’ and disappears before the police come flooding in and does Lucie. The poor woman looked at with frantic eyes as soon as she glimpsed the two men on the ground, groaning in pain.

The glint of the batarang on the floor captures your attention, you smile at this.

You may or may not have taken it back to your apartment that currently sits proudly on the bookshelf in your living room.

You’re so telling Bruce.

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A/n: hello everyone!! im very excited to put this out :-) i was going to make a long one shot but ive never written anything multi-part before and i wanted to give it a go!! also my first time with an oc 🌟so i hope everyone enjoys!! not sure when the next part will come out but i wanna upload at least once a week or every two weeks or something idk haha but anywayssss lmk ur thoughts!

biggest, biggest thank u to my love @harryysstyless​ for beta reading and being so encouraging<333 luv u!!

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Los Angeles was your newest muse.

You had always been the spontaneous type. It came as no shock to your family and friends when you told them you had purchased a one-way ticket and were moving across the country. Although your parents weren’t too keen on the idea of their daughter moving so far away from them, they helped you withdraw your savings and find a modest apartment in LA before sending you on your way.

Your reason for moving to LA was simple, really. You were a freelance photographer that felt your career was growing rather… stagnant. You had a thick portfolio and were proud of the work you produced, but your clientele wasn’t as impressive as you’d hope it would be after nearly six years of working at it.

And so began your desire to move from New York to Los Angeles— one big city to the next.

People who knew you often described you as ambitious, fiery, and an absolute go-getter. If your big move scared you in any way, no one knew any better. Your confidence never faltered— not even in the slightest.

After nearly three months of being in LA, you developed a routine of sorts. You’d wake up, eat a breakfast that almost always consisted of avocado toast and coffee, and go on a run. After your run, you would come home, shower, and decide how far you wanted to venture to take pictures that day.

Sometimes your roommates, Serena and Iman, would join you to keep you company. Although you’d never met either one of them before answering their ad for a roommate on Craigslist, you had grown extremely close to the girls in the few months that you’d known them. Despite the two girls being friends since their childhood, they never made you feel left out, and you fit in with them effortlessly.

During your short time in the city, there were so many places you had been, but still, even more you had yet to see. Serena and Iman, both native Angelenos, would often suggest spots for you to check out and even offer to drive you around— you were from New York after all, and at twenty-four years old, you were still not the owner of a driver's license.

“You’ve never been to North Hollywood yet, right Aminah?” Iman questioned as you all lounged around, trying to come up with a place you had not yet been.

“No, I haven’t really gone anywhere farther than walking distance,” you reply, looking around the cramped living room for your camera bag. “Or the places you guys have driven me. That was still considered Downtown though, right? Where we went the other day?” You were still getting used to how absolutely massive Los Angeles was.

“We should go to Santa Monica or something— wait, Malibu!” Serena exclaims. “We have to go to Malibu, Mina. It’s so nice there, you could totally get a bunch of good shots.”

“Yeah, we might even see a celebrity!” Iman chimes in, stifling laughter.

It was an on-going joke between the three of you. When you first moved to LA, you told your roommates that you couldn’t wait to make your way around the city because you were hoping to run into a celebrity. It was Los Angeles after all— you figured they were everywhere.

You quickly learned that wasn’t the case. Celebrities here kept a low-profile and even if you did encounter a celebrity, it’s not like you would approach them. “You’re not funny, Iman,” you tell your roommate with a roll of your eyes.

“Yes I am,” Iman quips, wiggling her eyebrows. “If we’re gonna go to Malibu then I gotta change. Can I borrow a cute shirt from anyone?”

A short twenty minutes later, the three of you were piled in Serena’s car on your way to Malibu. You’d heard of the city before and knew it was a wealthy area, but that’s about it. Your roommates promised you that out of all the beaches in LA, Malibu had the nicest ones, and lots of places to take pictures. Since none of you had anything to do, you all decided it was as good a day as any to have a beach day and get some shots of your roommates to add to your portfolio. Since you didn’t know anyone except Serena and Iman, the pictures on your camera from the last few months consisted entirely of nature and inanimate objects. While it was good practice, you really preferred to photograph actual people.

“Traffic is so bad today,” you say from the backseat after traveling approximately two feet in five minutes. Iman snorts from the passenger side.

“When isn’t traffic bad, Mina,” she turns to look at you, an amused look on her face. “Don’t worry about it. It always gets backed up at this fuckin’ exit and then as soon as we get past it there’s like, zero traffic.”

“Right! I always complain about how shitty this exit is. I have no clue who designed it,” Serena adds, skipping through songs on her playlist. “It’s still early in the day, though. I’m just hoping the beach won’t be too crowded by the time we get there.”

“I don’t care how crowded the beach is. I just don’t want it to take us forty minutes to find parking…”

You tune out your roommate's voices, instead choosing to focus on the traffic jam outside the car. To Serena and Iman, people who were born and raised in Los Angeles, the city wasn’t necessarily anything special. Sure, they loved how there was always something to do, but the bad drivers, traffic, and smog got old. The novelty of LA hadn’t yet worn off to you, though. You didn’t know how your roommates were content to sit inside the apartment all day when there were tons of things to do basically right outside your doorstep. You felt like you were the one convincing them to go out with you half of the time, and you didn’t even know where you were going.

After what feels like almost entirely too long but was really only half an hour, Serena pulls into a fairly empty parking lot. “Are we not allowed to be here?”

“Why do you think that?” Iman asks, squinting her eyes to read a sign. “It doesn’t say it’s closed. I mean, there are a few cars–– look.” She points to a few cars scattered around the parking lot.

“I mean, it is nine in the morning on a Wednesday. People are probably at work,” you tell the two girls in the front seat. “Besides, there’s someone in the parking booth. Can you even close a beach?”

Serena drives forward, rolling down her window. “I mean, I guess not. You can close the parking lot, though.” You hum in agreement. She quickly pays for parking and tosses her receipt on the dashboard before driving slowly through the parking lot.

“I love when no one’s at the beach,” Iman sighs, clapping her hands. “No one will get in the way of your picture-taking either, Meens.”

You smile at the nickname. “Yeah, that’s true. We picked a perfect time to come too, guys. The lighting’s great.”

“Really? Is it gonna make my skin pop?” Iman turns around and sticks her arm out, sensually running her fingers along it.

“You always look good no matter what the lighting’s like, Iman,” you reply, refraining from rolling your eyes at her. “You have the glowiest complexion out of all of us.”

“We’re literally all the same skin-tone, Aminah,” she retorts, crossing her arms.

“We have different undertones, though,” you answer. “So not really. Plus, Serena is way lighter than us! What are you talking about?”

“Should I park here?” Serena asks, interrupting your conversation.

“Why here? All these empty spots and you wanna park directly next to this car?”

“This is a good spot, Iman. It’s a parking lot. If they didn’t want anyone to park next to them, they should’ve taken an Uber and got dropped off.” She turns into the spot, quickly putting the car in park and crossing her arms to prove her point.

You unbuckle your seatbelt, smiling at your friends’ bickering. They were so close they were basically sisters. They argued sometimes and were quick to call the other out on their shit, and you loved it.

“I just think you’re weird for parking next to this car. It’s a nice car.”

“Who cares, girl?” Serena groans, exasperated. “We’re gonna be on the beach. They’ll probably be gone before we will.” She pops the trunk before unplugging her phone from the aux cord and stepping outside. Iman mimics her before flinging the door open as well and stepping out of the car.

You make sure your camera bag is closed all the way before situating it over your shoulder and climbing out of the car as well.

“It’s kinda cold,” Iman says, wrapping her arms around her body. “If I knew it would be so overcast I would’ve bought a jacket.” Serena hums in agreement and you look up at the sky, unphased.

“It’s like, seventy degrees?” you look at the weather app on your phone in confirmation.

“We get it, Meens. You’re from New York,” Serena teases, closing her trunk. She hands you a few towels and a blanket to carry while she rolls the cooler and Iman carries the beach chairs and umbrella.

“It’s a cold seventy degrees and you know it,” Iman defends. “Look at my goosebumps. I can’t fake this shit.” You shake your head at your overly dramatic friends and follow them down to the beach. You take off your sandals as soon as you’re off the pavement, wiggling your toes in the cold sand.

“We can set up pretty much wherever we want,” Serena points out, tucking flyaway curls behind her ears. “Where do you think the best place to be is, Mina? Y’know, so you can get good pictures?”

“It doesn’t really matter, to be honest,” you tell them distractedly, too busy looking around the beach in awe. Your friends were right–– out of all the beaches you’d visited in Los Angeles so far, this one was the nicest (and cleanest). “Maybe we can get a little closer to the water?”

The three of you walk for a couple of minutes before Iman abruptly stops, dramatically dropping everything she was carrying. “Let’s just set up here. There’s no one around anyway, it doesn’t matter.”

“There actually is someone around,” you tell them, looking at a stranger who seemed to be fixated on staring at you and your friends. “Don’t look, but a cute guy is staring at us.” Serena and Iman immediately turn around, shading their eyes from the bit of sun that was starting to peek through the clouds. The guy couldn’t have been more than twenty yards away from where you were setting up.

...“Huh,” Serena says, turning back around. “Is it just me, or does that guy look a lot like Harry Styles?” She looks back over her shoulder again, but he’s no longer staring at the three of you, focusing on what appeared to be a book instead.

“Why would Harry Styles be at the beach by himself at nine in the morning?” Iman asks, unfolding a beach chair and flopping down on it.

“Why wouldn’t he? It’s Malibu, dude,” Serena responds. You could tell your friends were about to start bickering again, so you quickly jump in.

“Doesn’t matter. Neither one of you would go up to him even if it was, so what’s the point in arguing about it?” They both raise their eyebrows at you.

“And you would, Mina? Bullshit!” Iman exclaims, laughing. “I dare you to go see if it’s him, and if it is, ask him if he wants to join us.”

“That’s weird! What if it’s not him?”

“Even if it’s not him, we’ll still get to hang out with a cute boy.” Iman points out. Serena nods in agreement and you can’t deny that she makes a convincing argument. “Just ask him if he wants a mimosa or something!”

“No, don’t ask that,” Serena interjects. “Tell him that you’re a photographer and you’re working on building a new portfolio. Ask him if he would be cool with you photographing him.”

You narrow your eyes at her. “Are you sure that’s not weird, Serena?”

“Aminah, trust me. I wouldn’t deliberately let you make yourself look weird.” Your roommate reassures you.

And so you found yourself clearing the short distance to where the handsome stranger was laid, half hoping it was Harry Styles, half hoping it was not. You couldn’t act like you weren’t a fan of him–– you thought he was incredibly attractive and enjoyed his music just like most people. If Harry Styles was the first celebrity you encountered during your short time in Los Angeles, you‘d never stop talking about it. Ever.

When you’re almost to him he looks up, dog-earring the page he’s on. After making eye contact with him, there’s no mistaking that this is Harry Styles. You pinch the back of your hand, urging yourself not to freak out. He has a knowing look on his face and you’re grateful for your darker complexion that hides your blush.

“Hi,” you speak first, stopping a few feet away from him. “Uh, my friends and I are just uh, we’re... you know.” You internally wince at your inability to form a coherent sentence. His gaze never breaks from yours and you look away first, growing shyer by the second. If you thought he was beautiful on Instagram, he was even more gorgeous in person. It was incredible.

“Hi,” he finally says after a brief moment of silence. “‘M sorry if I was starin’ at you ladies a moment ago. I jus’ usually never see anyone else this early out here. Are you a photographer?”

You almost ask him how he knows when you realize your camera is still hanging around your neck. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I am.” He’s still staring intently at you.

“Would you like to sit?”

You look over your shoulder at Serena and Iman who were pretending to be preoccupied putting on sunscreen, but you know they were waiting for you to come back with the man you now knew to be Harry Styles.

“Oh, my friends are waiting for me,” Harry looks up at you patiently, waiting for you to continue speaking. “I was actually going to photograph them. I’m working on building up my portfolio. I understand if you can’t for… I dunno, legal reasons? Or if you just don’t want to–– and that’s fine if you don’t, but would it be okay if I photographed you as well?”

“That actually sounds like a lot of fun. It’s kinda boring jus’ readin’ out here on my own,” he agrees quickly, surprising you. Harry stands up and stretches a bit before leaning down to gather up his blanket, towel, water bottle, and book. “What’s your name? I’m Harry.”

You know that Harry knows that you know exactly who he is, but the fact that he introduced himself to you makes him even more endearing. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Aminah.”

Harry extends his free hand to you. “It’s very nice to meet you, Aminah.” You love the way your name sounds coming out of his mouth.

As you approach Serena and Iman, their eyes go wide when they realize it really was him. Serena nudges Iman and you know without even having heard it that she’s saying, “I told you so!” Harry stops a bit behind you, smiling at them.

“Hello,” he starts. “S’okay if I join you ladies? Aminah here extended such a nice offer that I jus’ couldn’t pass it up, but wanna check with the two of you first.”

Serena’s mouth is shamelessly hanging open, and you realize that she may have been a bigger fan than she let on. Iman answers for them. “Of course! Mina’s building her portfolio and I bet it would look like, super cool, if you were a part of it!” Harry nods, setting the few things he had with him down.

“I don’t think I would even be the center of attention if ‘m sittin’ beside you beautiful ladies. I’ll jus’ act as a prop or something,” he flashes them a dimpled smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, what are your names? I’m Harry.”

“We know,” Iman answers a little too quickly. “I’m Iman and this is Serena.” Serena gives him a timid wave.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you all. Are you guys from around here?” He lays his blanket beside all of your stuff and sits down cross-legged, not once breaking eye contact with any of you. You had no idea how he did it.

“We live Downtown. We’re only over here so Mina could get some good pictures, she’s a photographer,” Iman answers proudly. “She’s amazing, but she’ll never admit it.”

“Iman…,” you trail off. “Stop, dude.”

“It’s true,” Serena jumps into the conversation, now seemingly over the initial shock of who was sitting barely two feet away from her. “She’s the best photographer I know.” Harry turns to look at you, an amused look on his face.

“That’s a hefty claim. I can’t wait to see your photography skills, Aminah.”

“They’re just hyping me up,” you reply, making a mental note to yell at your friends for embarrassing you once the three of you were alone again. “I’m not that good.”

“That looks pretty professional to me,” Harry says, gesturing to the camera that has not yet left your neck since arriving at the beach. “I bet you’re just as good as they say you are.” You look away, hiding your face. Iman, being the wing woman she is, can tell you’re growing flustered from all the attention and moves the conversation away from you.

“Do any of y’all want a mimosa?” Before anyone can even answer her, she’s popping open the champagne and handing the orange juice to Serena to open. Harry politely declines, as he drove himself to the beach that morning. You and Iman are ultimately the only ones who indulge in a drink since you were the only ones not driving.

Talking to Harry was like catching up with an old friend. He wanted to know everything about the three of you and whenever he felt the conversation was becoming too much about him, he quickly changed the subject. Harry learned that Iman and Serena have been friends since the second grade when Iman pushed some boy off of the monkey bars for teasing Serena. He learned your favorite take-out spots, your favorite bars, and what freeways Iman and Serena tried to avoid at all cost (it was the 405, which he agreed with). What seemed to intrigue Harry the most, though, was him learning that you just moved from New York and had never even been to Los Angeles before moving.

“Why did you pick somewhere all the way across the country that you’d never even vacationed at before?” He had a look of confusion written across his face. You shrug, not really knowing the answer.

“I mean, I’ve seen it on TV shows and in movies. That doesn’t count?” you joke. Harry still looks utterly bewildered.

“I mean… no?”

Serena laughs. “We were just as confused as you were, Harry. We were scared for a moment when she moved in because we were like, oh shit, what if she’s insane? You know? Like, what sane person would move all the way across the country to live somewhere they’d never even vacationed before?”

You let out an offended, “heyyyy”, lightly smacking Serena’s thigh. “I just needed a change and I’m a drastic person! I either go all-in when I do something, or I just don’t do it at all.” You defend yourself.

“I actually think that’s really fuckin’ cool,” Harry says after a moment. “Sometimes I wish I could just… up an’ go. Y’know?” you all nod, and it falls silent again. “Well, should we take some pictures now?”

Any intimidation you felt to photograph Harry disappeared as soon as he started posing for you.

Being that he was a major celebrity, he was no stranger to posing for a photoshoot. Harry was ethereal–– you knew the pictures of him would most likely require minimal to no editing. Serena and Iman also looked incredible, and you were thankful to have such gorgeous people as your muses. You were taking pictures of them in various places around the beach, only stopping once it started getting too crowded. There were starting to be too many people in the background of your shots and Harry wanted to get going, not particularly in the mood to be recognized. The three of you decide you should get going too. You had more than enough pictures to go through and besides, you were all starting to grow hungry.

Harry follows the three of you to the parking lot, keeping his head down the entire way. The closer you got to Serena’s car, the sadder you got. You didn’t want to stop talking to Harry and photographing him. However, you knew you were just in the right place at the right time, and it was likely that you’d never cross paths with him any time soon–– if ever again.

“Thank you for letting me photograph you,” you tell him sincerely once you were almost to Serena’s car. “That was really kind of you. I can promise you I won’t post them anywhere without your permission or like, disclose the location or anything like that.”

Harry finally looks up, determining you were far enough away from the crowds and he was no longer at risk of getting recognized. “It was my pleasure, really. Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends. It was a lot of fun getting to know you all.” You feel your body heat up.

“Where did you park?”

“Right there,” Harry points straight ahead. “You?”

You let out a loud laugh, causing Serena and Iman, who was walking slightly ahead of you and Harry, to turn around and look at the two of you. “We parked right next to you! Iman was getting on Serena for parking next to you because the lot was pretty much empty when we got here this morning.”

Harry lets out a breathy chuckle. “I guess it’s fate that we crossed paths then, yeah?” You let out a quiet hum in agreement, stopping a few feet in front of Serena’s car. You hear her and Iman debating on where you should stop for lunch, but you were waiting to see what Harry would say next.

“Aminah? After you get a chance to look at those pictures, do you think you can send them to my manager? His name’s Jeff. I’d love to see how they come out.”

“Oh yeah, of course! Do you have his business card or something?” You were excited that Harry actually cared to see your work but based on the couple of hours you spent interacting with him, you learned he was just an overall insanely kind person.

“I can jus’ put his contact info in your phone? If you don’t mind,” his gaze falters, a sheepish look on his face.

“Totally! Let me just unlock my phone,” you dig in the pocket of your shorts, pulling your phone out and unlocking it with your face. You hand it over to him and while he’s looking down typing you glance over at your roommates who had shocked looks on their faces. You would explain to them later that he wasn’t giving you his number, just his managers, but for now, you’d let them think he was giving his number to you out of all people–– a total stranger.

Harry hands it back to you a few moments later, running his fingers through his hair. “Thank you again for such a great morning, Aminah. I’ll let you get goin’, don’t wanna hold you ladies up any longer,” he waves at Serena and Iman. “It was really nice to meet all of you. Hope to see you all again soon.” You notice that his gaze lingers on you for a moment when he says that, and you feel your body heat up for what must have been at least the tenth time that day.

The three of you watch as Harry unlocks his car and throws his items haphazardly into the passenger side before climbing in, slamming the door shut. His car starts immediately afterwards and he gives you a quick nod before quickly backing out of the spot, leaving. None of you say anything for a bit, just processing what just happened. Serena is the first one to speak, her hand on the handle of her car door.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Harry fucking Styles?” her voice raises at least two octaves and you know she’s about to have a mini freakout. “Did he ask for your number, Meens?”

“No dude, he just gave me his manager's number. He wants to see how the pictures come out after I edit them,” you tell her, opening the backseat of her car. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Uh, that’s definitely a big deal, Aminah. Stop being so humble,” Iman tells you, exaggerated annoyance lacing her voice. “Did you see how he looked at you? When he said, ‘Hope to see you all again soon’?” She puts on a terrible posh accent.

“You’re so annoying,” you groan, shaking out the blanket and beach towels before throwing them onto the seat. “Where are we gonna eat?”

Iman and Serena pile into the car as well, telling you about the three restaurants they were stuck choosing between. You hum distractedly, typing the name ‘Jeff’ into your contacts to see if Harry left a number and an email, or just an email. Your brows furrowed in confusion when you see the name is nowhere to be found in your contact list. You chalk up the mistake to Harry just forgetting to press ‘save’ after creating the contact and figure you can just find his manager’s contact information on the internet somewhere. As you’re scrolling back up through your contact list, your eye lands on a name that makes your breath hitch in your throat.

Harry Styles.

[skzshortcake]

hellooo!!! hope you're doing great and happy early christmas if you celebrate it!! saw u opened requests, so could u do a stray kids reaction to you being chubby (than usual beauty standards, specially the korean one)?? 👉👈 idk if it is too personal but i do feel insecure about it after seing skinny girl idols... i hope you're okay with this request 🤲💓 thank uuuu

of course babie! I thought they would all react in a very positive and loving way, so I tried to keep it to the specifics of how they appreciate you! please keep in mind that all of you are beautiful and i’m sure skz would absolutely love all of you!

member(s): all

genre: angst and comfort

warnings: mentions of body insecurities, mentions of eating a bit less, food mention. please don’t read this if you think it would be upsetting. just know that skz love you so much.

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chan 

if he notices that you feel insecure about an outfit you’re wearing, he will bombard you with compliments and explain how hot you look to him 

he even takes pictures of the two of you together in your fancy outfits and shows you how cute you look!

chan is such a loving and nurturing person

he wouldn’t let you go more than an hour feeling insecure, and if you are insecure, he’s always there cheering you on and pampering you!

“one more picture please! come on, darling, you look so gorgeous! all of my friends are so jealous of me.”

minho

if minho sees you picking at your food he will sit there with you and help you through it

he’s not the type to get upset, he just quietly encourages you and gives you the softest head pats when you take a bite

he’d never tell you because he’d get shy but you mean the world to him

and seeing you sad makes him sad, so he lets you know all the time that he thinks you’re precious!

“love, just one more bite? you need your energy so we can have a pillow fight later. i’ll win this time.”

changbin

if changbin ever catches you looking at pictures of other girls with “beauty standard bodies”, you best believe that you’re getting all of his attention for the next 10 hours

“why are you looking at them? I don’t want you to be like them I want you to be like you! because I love you!”

and he will sit and talk with you for hours, letting you lay on him or laying on you

he just wants you to walk away from the conversation feeling a bit more confident. even just a little bit.

he gets a little whiney if you try to move out of his grip. he just wants to hold his baby!

hyunjin

hyunjin will listen to all of your insecurities, kiss your tears away, and constantly reassure you that he only wants you

if you get a little insecure about borrowing his sweatshirts, he will practically send you five more, insisting that 

“babe, you look so cute in them. it shows everyone that you’re mine and mine only! how did I score someone as amazing as you?”

in fact sometimes he buys a second sweatshirt so he can match with you!

omg couple outfits

and he always says you wore it better than him. because that’s truly what he thinks!

jisung

at first he’s a little confused. how can you dislike the way you look? you’re so hot to him?

he’s always looking out for you, whether you notice it or not

if you’re ever feeling a bit jittery about the way you look, he’s always right there to bring you away from negative thoughts

we’re talking about jisung. this boy practically parades you around. 

(he’s honestly a little proud that he pulled someone as gorgeous as you)

“sweetie pie, you know I don’t like it when you say those things. come. come with me, we’re getting ice cream. my treat.”

felix

felix genuinely thinks you’re an angel. he’s not just saying that, he really truly thinks you’re not from earth and must have been sent down from a higher power

he will let you talk to him for as long as you need about it. he will listen to everything and let you get it all out

but he will also treasure you and your body and show you that you are so beautiful and worthy of love

he kisses any part of you that you’re insecure about and tells you how he sees you from his perspective, and if only you could see you how he sees you

“angel, you’re so special and loved. you know that right?”

seungmin

he almost.. outsmarts you?

he will listen to your complaints and mentions of how you “should look like other girls” and he will shut it down in the nicest way possible

“well for one thing, we should go get food because you need to eat food for energy, we can take those aesthetic date pictures you like, and I get to brag about you with the pictures. its a win-win-win situation.”

he texts you periodically when he knows days are difficult with encouraging and loving messages

usually about how he thinks you’re so cute and how you’re his favorite person!

jeongin

jeongin baby is confused

but you’re so comfortable? and perfect? and your hugs make him feel so safe? he doesn’t want you to change!

when he catches you looking in the mirror with a sad expression, he comes up behind you and sets his head on your shoulder and makes funny faces to make you laugh

when you split food and take the smaller part he switches it around to you and secretly puts more of his fries on your plate because

“you’re so nice and comfy and you don’t need to change. I love you because you’re you and I just want you to be safe.”

(of course your body is yours, and if you wanted to change it they would be on board with helping you as long as it is in a safe and non-destructive way. these babies just want you to be safe and happy!)

[galactic-academia]

If You Love Me (Really Love Me)

This is just an idea, but hear me...

Ok guys, I know I’m all over the place, I’m hoping from Fandom to Fandom like a starved butterfly, I’ve got two series going and several asks to fulfil BUT Pedro Pascal hit me right in the heart like a f*cking freight train 🤯 Let’s make a long story short: I started to watch power through watch “Narcos” (read: coo at Javier Peña 🙈😍) and just happened to hear an old song I love dearly and BOOM!

Just imagine Javier working for the American Government, not necessarily DEA or CIA, but something important nonetheless BUT, I don’t know, during the 70′ and not the 90′? 🤔 Need it to make it “vintage”, just follow me 😶

SO, whatever the time set, Javier Peña stays Javier Penã, what can I say? 😅 So, sure, he did whatever he needed to do to get the job done (I’ll find a good backstory, I swear) and the job had, indeed, been done. But he still fucked up badly and the Government needs him to step aside for a time without just dismissing him completely (Yeah, I’m at the beginning of the season 3, does it show? 😶), so Javier gets to be the bodyguard’s of the Ambassador Bullshit’s niece: Reader 😏

Well, maybe my Javier is slightly OOC, because he wouldn’t be thrilled about it AT ALL (while canon!Javier would be pissed AND f*ck the Reader into oblivion during the first 2k words). He resigned himself to follow a dull girl while she goes shopping and prevent her to sneak out at night to get to her lover of the month, but, hey, it could be kinda fun when I think about it... 🙈 However, this is not the plot. Nope. Reader is the sweetest, the nicest being Peña has ever met and it hurts. She does humanitarian work when she’s not smiling through her Ambassador Uncle’s meetings where he uses her as a shield of charisma. And she has a beautiful voice, so Ambassador Bullshits sends her all over Colombia to sing to Americans and Colombians military and police for every “big event”. Javier is smitten 😍😍😍

Alright, I may be in the side of the Angels, but don’t think for one second that I am one of them 😜 I said Reader was so sweet it hurts, remember? Yeah, it hurts, because Peña can’t help but want her. It’s all about the yearning and the guilt for wanting to ruin such an innocent, sweet being (did I hear “innocence kink”? Or was it “virginity kink”? Or both? Someone helps me 😵). Of course, Reader is head over heels for the kinda rough but so kind Agent Peña (age gap, daddy kink, competence kink, go feral, I’m taking notes 😏). We’re talking about hands brushing while walking through a crowd, secret smiles, blushing, stolen kisses and promises. Then about making out somewhere they shouldn’t be while all the staff is searching for her, sneaking in each other bedroom at night, jealousy, irrepressible desire to fly away. We’re talking about slow burn and true love 😍😭😍😭

I think everybody knows where I’m heading now, right to the drama. So, somehow, Ambassador Bullshit discovers his niece is having an affair with her bodyguard and that won’t do. So Peña is sent back to the US and is forbidden to contact Reader. It’s not his fault, he would never have done such a thing to her, but he still feels guilty, because Reader must think he had abandoned her, that he took advantage of her, that he played with her feelings, yadda yadda.

But I’m a sap. Like a HUGE one, so, no. Reader may be innocent and sweet and kinda naive, whatever you want, but she’s not stupid. And she’s stubborn. So, during the next big Government party Javier is forced to attend, who comes to sing on the stage for all the brave men in the attendance? Reader! Javier sees her from where he’s hiding in the shadow, he sees her eyes frantically searching for him among the other officers. He doesn’t dare show himself, God knows what would happen otherwise. He can’t contact her, Ambassador Asshole had been very clear about it.

But it’s just too tempting. And since when does Javier Peña follow the orders, anyway?! 😅 He can’t let her go, not when she’s just there, in the same room, breathing the same air as him. He’s in love, for God’s sake! So he sneaks in the backstage where he spots a conversation between Reader and her old (but funny and wise) nursemaid and it breaks his heart, because Reader is getting crazy searching for him, exhausting herself singing everywhere he could be, refusing to get some rest or to give up because she can’t live without him (I warned you, biggest sap ever, right here, that’s me 🙈).

So Javier just comes out of the shadow, Reader almost faints seeing him, they throw themselves in each other’s arms and well... Either they run away with the nursemaid’s benediction, or they just decide to face the music and confront the Ambassador, anyway: a happy ending 😁

There, that’s the idea. Now, you can scream at me 😎