#here I am again - randomly posting in the middle of the night

[spielzeugkaiser]

Never touch the ground.

#our flag means death #ofmd #ed teach #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #our flag means fanart #gentlebeard #bleackbeard #that dialog shredded my heart in teensy tiny little pieces :') #here I am again - randomly posting in the middle of the night #also I wanna add that I listened to the barbie movie soundtrack while drawing this and it fit so well it is NOT ALLOWED

[kairiscorner]

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

mfw the rest couldn't fit in one post, so imagine:

atsv babes with an insomniac partner (part 2!)

(part 1)

pav would have received a miss call from you, which you regretted later because you knew how worried he gets when he misses a call or a message from you. the minute he heard his ringtone and watched as the light faded from his phone, he panicked when he saw your caller id and immediately called you back, even if it was 1:15 am when you called. you answered, because of course, what could you do? you didn't wanna worry him anymore, you wanted to explain you called randomly because you couldn't sleep, but boy was asking you questions a mile a minute. "babeareyouokayimsosrryicouldntpickupiwassleepingohareyouokaypleasebeokayimissyouandiloveyouandifyoustillneedmeimhereaaaaahpleasetalktomeee" he said that all in one damn breath, and the only thing you could pick up was the "are you okay" and "please talk to me". "i'm sorry, pav, it's just... i called you because i had trouble sleeping." you admitted, a little ashamed of yourself that you called and worried him for such a minor detail, or at least, a minor detail to you. to pav, it was okay to have done that, not a lot of people are in their right state of mind when they're running on a body that's barely slept and can't sleep. if anything, he's happy he was the first one you thought of telling and confiding in about it, it goes to show you trust him and want him to know. "love... it's okay. i'll be here for anything and everything you're going through, even if i can only help at a distance right now, i'll never fail to meet you halfway. i'm spider man, after all, i can do everything for you a thousand times over, just ask me to do something for you, and i'd do it." he told you over the phone, which relieved you so damn much. "would you... be willing to listen to me ramble all night until i sleep...?" you asked seriously, but you wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to. but, surprisingly and unsurprisingly, he said yes. "and hear your voice and have a peek of your mind? yes!" he beamed as he settled in his bed, hoping to hear your voice all night, until the instant you both finally doze off.

hobie would have probably caught you leaving your house in the middle of the night while out on the streets as spider man. "hey, what are you doin' out here? last time i checked, you were on a curfew you so religiously follow. not that i'm upholding authoritarian rule over adolescents by shirty 'rents... but i'm a li'il worried, y'know? you good?" he asked in a concerned tone as you avoided his gaze. "not... exactly." you croak out as you look up at him. "well, lemme hear it. wait, before that..." he muttered as he gently grabbed hold of you by the waist and swiftly swung the two of you up to the roof of a tall apartment complex. you screamed as hobie smirked. "still not used to it? that's ar'ight. sorry for startlin' you, love." he said as you breathed in and out heavily as he still held you in his arms. he sat down by the edge of the building's roof and took off his mask, patting down a spot on his side for you to sit down. "so... what's wrong?" he asked again as he caressed your cheek with his palm. "i can't fall asleep." you said briefly in an exhausted manner. he nodded as he looked at your sullen face. "well, tomorrow's a weekend, innit? how about you and i make the night ours?" he suggested with a comforting smirk on his face. you raised an eyebrow at the suggestion. "we can go anywhere you want tonight, do anything you want--my treat." he said as he stood up and extended you a hand. "let me help you live a little more, so what's one night of not sleeping? a whole world of possibilities, is what." he said with a small chuckle as you smiled up at him. "take me away then, spider man." you say as he mutters a, 'wicked' underneath his breath. he holds you close as you cling on to him, and he swings you all around the city; taking deep plunges and high jumps--the wind behind your hair as you two scream into the night in excitement and adventure; he may not be very consistent, but if you ever wanted, he'd stop everything he was doing and take you out for an adventure, just for the two of you in your own world in the night.

#atsv spiderman #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #atsv x reader #miles morales #atsv gwen #gwen stacy #hobie brown #hobie brown my beloved #atsv hobie #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar #gwen stacy x y/n #miles morales x y/n #hobie brown x you

[lostarchivesoforpheus]

Hey! I read some of your work and I loved it! When I saw your event, I knew I just had to try it! Especially with one of my favorite cookies!

I'd like...prompt 10 with affogato cookie please? I know he likes sweets so I thought it would fit him really well!

Sweet Tooth

affogato cookie x gn reader

prompt: baking sweets & pastries

warnings: physical touch, mentions of food, reader is a menace (affectionately), possibly ooc(?? idk i finished this at 1 am)

"Darling, I love you with all my heart, but just where do you plan on taking me at 1 in the morning?"

A confused and groggy Affogato Cookie followed closely behind a for some reason very awake and bubbly you, not understanding why you decided to drag him out of bed in the middle of the night. Though, he figured you probably wouldn't be answering his question, as all you said in response was, "It's important!" before continuing to pull him down the hall.

A few minutes later, the two of you found yourselves in the kitchen. Affogato gave you a confused look. "Why-" "We're baking midnight snacks and you can't say no!" You quickly cut him off before you rushed to grab the necessary supplies to make some sweet treats.

"Okay, but why-" "I know you like sweets, and I'm hungry, so it's a win-win! Now help me bake these!" Once again cutting him off, you didn't give him any time to respond before dragging him to the mixing bowl and telling him what to do.

After about an hour, the two of you were finally able to take the snacks out of the oven and properly enjoy eating them. "Here, you can have the first one!" You offered, swiftly placing one of the treats in Affogato Cookie's hands. He looked at you for a moment before taking a bite.

The moment he tasted it, his expression lit up. "Oh wow," he spoke between bites, "It's almost hard to believe we made something so sweet! This is absolutely delicious, dear." You gave him a cheeky grin, "Of course it tastes good! We put our hearts into it, after all!"

He couldn't help but smile at your cheesy statement.

To him, your words tasted sweeter than any snacks he's ever had.

a/n: affogato cookie my beloved,,, ew i hate how i ended this but i ran out of ideas,,, anYWAY IM SORRY I RANDOMLY VANISHED,,, IVE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE FIC & DRAW ARTFIGHT SO I GOT BURNT OUT FAST,, ALSO MY GRANDMA WENT TO THE HOSPITAL TWICE SO YOU CAN GUESS HOW I FELT ABT THAT,,,, on the plus side tho ive been getting into a new game recently and i plan on opening requests for it/putting it on my masterlist after the event is over!! yay,,, for now tho i will be trying to get back to writing and posting event stuff as fast as i can without overexerting myself :,,)) btw sorry for any decrease in quality that might be found in this fic and the next few works, im still recovering from burnout so yeah,,, bye for now

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[aksually2008]

aksel's guide to relaxing media

A lot of people have asked me to compile a list of my go-to depressing/dooming media, but I feel it would be irresponsible to give you that without an antidote.

Maybe this will be of help to you on an anxious night and instead of smoking a cigarette you'll turn to this or maybe its a nice cozy afternoon and you need something to maintain that feeling.. either way here's stuff that I consume on those days:

Film/TV

Joe Pera Talks You to Sleep

This is something I have recommended to most of my friends at this point and if you ever give me the opportunity I'll probably talk your ear off about this man. I have a very special affinity towards this video, as it randomly found me on a particularly stressful quarantine night and boy am I glad it did.

I'm not gonna talk about it too much further, but if you're feeling a little bit lost or anxious, even after my 250 watches of this, I end up feeling a little bit better. If you like it make sure to check out his show, Joe Pera Talks With You on hbomax as it's one of my favourite shows ever!! The episodes are short and easy to digest :)

How to With John Wilson

It's hard for me to exactly describe this show, it's just one of those things you have to see for yourself to fully understand the appeal of it. For the most part, this show uses street footage of New York City and interviews with average everyday New Yorkers to convey some kind of narrative, usually disguised as a tutorial(hence the "how to"). There's a lot of absurdity, laughter and sometimes it plays with your emotions a bit, but sometimes it's nice to just unwind and learn about the insane industry of scaffolding in NYC.

Come and Visit Us Again

Okay, so this is probably one of the most niche things here.. Considering that it has 205 views as of me writing this and it's in estonian with no captions available.(Maybe someday I'll translate it)

As far as I can tell, it is a documentary short made by Liis Nimik, who at the time was a film school student. It follows the day-to-day of a village grocery store cashier and her interactions with the people who visit her store everyday.

Moms, dads, scary little kids and village bums.. It has it all and serves as this kind of a sweet time capsule of one particular week in this one Estonian village. I will admit this is probably extra comforting for me as I grew up near a village similar to this that also had a store just like this one. In a small village, the people who work at the local grocery store really become apart of your everyday life and I loved to see it captured like this.

I feel like even if you don't understand Estonian, it's nice background noise.

Malcom in the Middle

Need I say more?

Youtube

If you know me, you know I'm a fiend for comforting youtube personalities. Here are some of my favorites:

Steve Wallis

Even if you aren't particularly interested in camping, you'll still probably enjoy these videos. Steve is probably one of the sweetest dudes I've found on YouTube and he really knows how to keep a conversation. All in all, just nice to throw on if you just wanna disconnect for 30 minutes

Shirley Curry

I've loved Shirley's stuff for years now. She calls her viewers her grandkids and posts vlogs & let's plays. I think that covers the gist of it.

Featureman a.k.a. Tom Willett

This is an older gentleman, who for the most part shows you different meals that he makes & tells you stories about his time as an actor in the 1980s. Every video feels like you're visiting your grandpa.

GIFGAS

I found them quite recently, but they're quickly turning into my favourite Youtube channel. Videos of trainhopping, which are so well shot and the music choices are soooooo gooooood. Every travel vlog should have a mandatory requirement of at least (1) shoegaze song.

Roger Hance

Found this guy randomly on my recommended and him only having 4k subs feels like a crime. He's a bird photographer, who vlogs his outings and talks about all the little birds he sees. super cute.

Music

Below are a couple of playlists and tracks I recommend for this occasion:

Mixture of ambient tracks and just relaxing instrumentals. There's no vocals. During the summer, I would always listen to this if I was sitting in a park or doodling.

This is just some of my favourite ambient tracks. If you've never really listened to ambient music before, check this out I guarantee you'll like it.

I have fallen asleep to this so many times that sometimes i just constantly hear it in the back of my head. Maybe thats not a comforting thought but it helps me sleep so that's a price I am willing to pay.

That's about it though.. I didn't include everything, because this is already pretty long and I have to keep some things secret, but I hope you find use in some of this. bye

#comforting #aksually #Youtube #Spotify

[starl3ght]

Heyy star love love your work so far and was wondering if I could get a gaz reader hc ?❤️❤️

THANK YOU FOR THIS!! I love this man so much he’s perfect material❤️👄❤️

I really hope this seems accurate and to your liking <3

//~Kyle “Gaz” Garrick hcs~//

A/N: I was working on this a while ago I just forgot about it. Glad I could add the stuff I needed🥹 Currently in the process of more hcs, I’ll definitely post Alejandro or Soap depending on how much I write the this week. I’ll also be doing a little König oneshot because I love bae

Enjoy!!😍✨

Contains: Fluff, 18+, mentions of sex, little angst, just genuine hcs

Minors watch yourselves!!

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• Ok Gaz definitely fell for you when he first saw you. Love at first sight is what it was oh yes

• I see him as a dog person. Will randomly pet dogs on the street or bring a puppy in the house😭

• HE IS VERY SMART! Definitely was an honor student. He knows literally every subject he was ever taught in school

•When he comes home to you and you’re awake he’ll pick you up and you wrap your legs around his waist then he pulls you in for a kiss.

• If you’re asleep he’ll silently put his duffle bag in the living room and walks into your shared bedroom watching your sleeping form.

• “I’m home love…” he whispers sweet nothings into your ear and kisses your forehead then leaves the room to shower

• You go car cruising together at night in the city lights with any nice song playing. Most likely Passionfruit by Drake or some Weeknd

• Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night and see his side of the bed is empty. You got confused a bit but when you walked into the living room to look for him, he was laying on the couch watching the recording of the basketball game he missed while he was out

• He just looks at you for like 5 seconds and gives you a playful smile “You wanna watch with me love?” Why the hell not🤷‍♀️

• You lay on top of him under the blanket and watch the game literally at like 2 am

• Arguments are rare. But when you do just prepare for some heartbreak

•If you have tears streaming down your cheeks he might release some too

•He’ll pull you into him and apologize while kissing the top of your head.

• When it comes to comfort, you’re both there for each other. When you cry he’ll hold you. “It’s alright, you’re ok love...”

• Some nightmares here and there sometimes. You’ll talk to him until he feels better and he hugs you.

• Now this may be odd. But no matter how late it is he’ll take you to the living room and have jazz music playing in the background while he slow dances with you.

• Price knows about you so he treats you really well. Really good friends actually

• Ghost would probably be casual about it. He knew about you when he and Gaz were taking out some enemies and they just talked to pass time.

• “Bloody Jesus, Gaz you really did a number on em mate.” Gaz loaded his gun again before turning to Ghost. “Yea, just wanna finish quick so I can get back home to my birdy.”

• Now Ghost was oddly curious. He turns to Gaz “You got yourself a lass huh? That’s nice mate” Gaz and Ghost turn back to the enemy soldiers, “yea…it is nice” he has a smile on his face

• Soap also finds out eventually and just spits out questions about you. Ghost slapped the back of his head so he could leave Gaz alone. Good job Ghost

• The 18+ now ong

• 🎶Sex, money, feelings dieeeee🎶

• Soft dom definitely

• Will never pressure you until you’re ready

• When you do, he knows how to use his voice👁👄👁

• Focuses on both of your experiences when he’s inside of you and whispers ‘I love you’ so many times

• holds your hands very tight like you could slip away from him

• Will indeed look after you well. Kissing you and in the bath he probably plays around with the bubbles to make you laugh🌹🥹

• ONG BUYS YOU STARBUCKS!!!😭😭

• Literally if you’re shopping and you come across it you just tug on his sleeve and you point at it. He’ll smile at how cute you look like a child and will buy whatever drink you want

• Little pillow fights, might’ve ripped a pillow once and feathers were everywhere in the room but you’re both laughing too much

• He literally has you pinned to the floor sometimes playfully and you caress his cheeks smiling at each other and you lean up to kiss him.

• Gaz is just a sensual, loving, amazing partner in my eyes.

• Would do absolutely anything for you

#gaz mw2 #call of duty #cod modern warfare #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x you #gaz x reader #gaz cod #simon riley #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #soap mactavish #john price #john mactavish #ghost call of duty #kyle garrick #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #rodolfo mw2 #modern warefare ii #simon ghost riley

[cyberphuck]

Assassin’s Apprentice Abridged: Part One

EDIT: Tumblr randomly swallowed like 500 words in the middle of this, so I've added that back in.

I am finally embarking on my long-threatened project to summarize all of the Farseer Trilogy for my friend Razz so they can understand my shitposts about it but don’t actually have to read it. I started with this post about the cast of characters in the first book.

This is being broken up into sections because the trilogy and AA in particular (as well as Royal Assassin... whew, that one’s gonna be hard) is so insanely long and complex.

And now, Ladies and Gentlequeers, AA Abridged: Part One.

We open on the narrator musing both about writing a history of the Six Duchies (but being unable to because every time he tries it turns into a salty rant about everything bad that's ever happened to him) and also about how very old and decrepit he is. He is hunched over his writing desk, his fingers gnarled and knuckly, literally crumbling away like a Thanos-snapped MCU character as he sorrowfully attempts to make some record of the long and storied life he's lived before he lapses into the sweet void of death.

Fitz is 35.

"I bet you're wondering how I got here," Fitz writes. "It all began when I was born. Neither of my parents bothered to show up."

Actually, the curtain opens on Fitz as a six year old, being hauled up to the front doors of a fort by a cranky older man. "Surely you must have memories of your childhood before six," someone in the audience asks, but Fitz replies "No, I definitely don't, I never did and I'm tired of you asking me that." It never really becomes super important what he was doing before he was six, unless you count the time where he was traveling from the King-In-Waiting's ballsack to the sweet hot vagina of Some Lady He Never Spoke To Again.

Fitz is scooped up and brought inside the fort, and presented to Prince Verity. You'd think Verity would be at least a little upset that his older brother has muddied the line of succession with his long-ago nut, but Verity acts as if Fitz's existence is the funniest thing he's ever seen. "Yep, looks just like him," Verity confirms, then instructs a soldier to bring Fitz to Burrich.

That's right, the cranky old man hammers on the front door, waits for someone to open it, says "this is Prince Chivalry's kid and I'm tired of dealing with him," and then walks off. Despite this, Fitz never develops any abandonment issues and only has healthy and honest relationships with people for the rest of his life.

"Those are all the memories I have of that fort," Fitz writes, "except for that one night that Prince Verity, Burrich, and Prince Regal stood and looked in on me in the stall and Regal complained that I was muddying the line of succession."

Burrich does not think this situation is as funny as Verity did.

But he's honest and loyal, so he sighs and says "C'mon, Lil Accident, I'll find a place for you to sleep." That place is in a horse stall with Vixen, the hound dog, and Nosy, her pup. Burrich looks down at all of them, mutters "Patience is gonna have a fucking aneurysm" and then walks off.

After a couple of weeks, Burrich puts Lil Accident on a horse behind him and they ride away from Moonseye and towards Buckkeep. During this time, offstage, Fitz's father Chivalry gets word of his appearance and does the only sensible and logical thing, which is to ollie out the window while flipping everyone off and yelling "GOOD LUCK FIGURING THIS ONE OUT, LOSERS!" He abdicates and retires to a farm with his weirdo wife, which pisses off basically everyone.

Burrich and Fitz arrive at Buckkeep, the capital of the Six Duchies, a tall castle on a hill overlooking the ocean. Burrich is the stablemaster, in charge of all the critters large and small at the keep. He'd also been Chivalry's right hand man until he'd jumped in front of a boar to keep it from killing the Prince and fucked up his leg. Burrich comes home to Buckkeep with a bad leg and a six year old bastard to find that his bestie has just fucking peaced out without saying anything to him. He's kind of having a bad day. He hands Fitz off to stableboy Cobb, who leads him and pup Nosy to the kitchens to get something to eat.

Cobb sits FItz-and-Nosy just outside the kitchens and goes inside for delicious pie. A burly man walks by Fitz, does a double-take, then points and yells, "Hey everyone! It's Chivalry's Bastard!"

Fitz shrinks down.

"I heard you don't even have a name!" Burly man hollers, then gets right up in Fitz's face. "Is that true, tiny and defenseless six year old boy that I'm accosting? You don't have a name?"

Fitz yells "NOOOOOO" and, like a tiny, dirty Jedi master, force-shoves the man onto his ass. The crowd, assuming that the dude was just a coward who couldn't handle being yelled at by a toddler, has a laugh and carries on with their tasks. Fitz gets up and he and Nosy run away and spend all day hiding in a hole.

Burrich does eventually find him, and with a hearty "what the fuck you can't just burrow underneath the shed, get out of there," returns him to the stables, where his new home is Burrich's little bachelor pad above the stalls. In the days and weeks that follow, Fitz wakes up, eats breakfast, and immediately escapes the keep to go down to the town and run around with a bunch of street kids.

Fitz doesn't say much but he's game for anything and he has a dog, so he's accepted into the gang as "Newboy." He and his new friends generally just run around making trouble, stealing food, and bothering people. One of the notables in the bunch is Molly Nosebleed, called that because she always looks like someone just got done beating the shit out of her. Wholesome!

One sunny day, Fitz, Molly and Nosy are on the rocks near the beach looking for sheel to eat. I have no idea what sheel is and neither does Google. Then Molly's dad shows up to hit her with a stick to teach her a lesson about having a drunk, violent dad.

Alarmed, Fitz force-shoves Molly's dad into the sand. Molly immediately freaks out and struggles to get dad back on his feet to stagger back to their candle-making shop (or chandlery if you're feeling fancy). Fitz is confused at the intricacies of abusive relationships, but relieved that no one yet knows that he has force-shoving powers.

Aside from his brief encounter with childhood trauma, everything is going great for Fitz. Then one day, while he and his fellow urchins (and Nosy) are running from a dude whose sausages they just stole, Fitz runs right the fuck into Burrich.

"You get your butt right back up to the castle, young man," Burrich says, dragging Fitz along by his ear. "And if I EVER find out you've been down in town hanging out with someone again, I will personally have sex with them a bunch of times," he added foreshadowingly.

"I don't have to do what you say," Fitz barks.

"Bark," says Nosy.

Burrich's eyes narrow. "How many fingers am I holding up?" he asks.

"I don't really know numbers," says Fitz.

"Bark," says Nosy.

"Nosy says that's three," Fitz translates.

"Alrighty then, no more puppy for you, the puppy is going to live on a farm upstate," Burrich says. He drags the puppy outside.

Presumably something cool happens to it.

So now instead of slumming around Buckkeep Town, Fitz spends his days following Burrich around and being taught how to manage horses and dogs but not birds because birds apparently hate bastards. Fitz is careful not to let Burrich see him being friendly with any animals.

One day, Fitz is sitting underneath a table in the Great Hall, being friendly with a bunch of puppies. It's the morning after a party and there's plenty of leftover food to be had, and he's happily stuffing pies down his shirt and sharing pieces with the pups. Then he hears footsteps and who should show up but KING SHREWD!

Shrewd is technically Fitz's grandfather but has never really spoken to him. He's walking along with Prince Regal (*crowd boos*) and the king's new fool, a weirdo albino child who's just cartwheeling along behind them.

Fitz goes "hmm, time to bounce" and crawls out from under the table. Shrewd stops to look at him. "Ah, the Little Accident," he says. "If you leave weapons laying around, someone will eventually pick them up and stab you with them."

"What?" says Regal.

"What?" says Fitz.

"I am not going to leave you laying around for someone else to kill me with," Shrewd says. "Lil Accident, take this pin. I am going to to feed you, train you, house you and clothe you. If anyone's got shit to say about it, show them this pin. It means you belong to me."

"...Okay, sure," Fitz shrugs. He puts the pin into the collar of his shirt. Shrewd nods magnanimously and walks on. Regal flips him off. The Fool cartwheels out the door as they leave.

That night, Fitz goes home to Burrich's bachelor pad, but Burrich turns him right back around. "You done gone and did it now," he says. "King Shrewd noticed you and now you're gonna have to go live inside the castle like a fancy lad. Go on."

"But despite my fear and resentment of you, I see you as a protector and father figure," Fitz says.

"Oh little boy who blew up my life, I love and resent you too," Burrich assures him. "If you get lonely, you can come back down here and I'll murder another puppy for you."

Fitz trudges up to the castle. He has a room of his own. There's a fucking weird tapestry on the wall of the ancient King Wisdom consorting with... what is that thing? Slenderman? It's creepy.

Weeks go by. Fitz is kept busy with new lessons in reading and writing and 'rithmetic, as well as swordery. Once in a very long while, he makes the trip back down to the town to visit his buddies, but those trips become fewer and farther between.

It's the middle of the night.

Fitz wakes up to a draft and a light in his face. There's an old man at the foot of his bed, holding up a lantern. "Come with me," the old man says.

"Oh," Fitz yawns, getting out of bed. "It's the call to adventure."

The old man leads Fitz to a doorway in the wall that hadn't been there before. This is where the draft was coming from-- a steep staircase leading up between walls. Old man leads Fitz up a maze of passageways and then finally to a huge hidden room with all the amenities a crazy old wall-man could want, like a fireplace and comfy chairs and a big bed and a library and a science lab.

Also, the old looks like he took a hot frying pan to the face. Like he really looks like hell.

"Wrow," Fitz says.

"Wrow indeed, boy," the old man agrees. "My name is Chade. I bet I look familiar to you. Well it's because I'm King Shrewd's brother and I blah blah blah I have a weasel named Slink. Next you're going to ask what the fuck happened to my face. I can tell everything you're thinking, because I'm a master spy and assassin and-- now this part you should take to heart-- I am always right about everything. Never doubt me."

"Okay," Fitz says.

"Good. That out of the way, let's train you to kill people."

#rote #robin hobb #farseer trilogy #fitzchivalry farseer #aa abridged #farseer trilogy abridged

[creative-heart]

I randomly remembered a fic I read years ago with the title "an ocean apart", it was a long distance relationship thing.

Something like this with Enzo, maybe?

And yes, I admit... it would be something for my little heart since I AM literally an ocean away 🥲🥲🥲

Lucia’s notes: Ok, so this came about from this ask, sorry for the angst, but I’ve been kinda in that mood lately. I really hope you enjoy this @lastflowrr

Playlist:

Talking to the  moon- Bruno Mars

Come back…Be here- Taylor Swift

Calling you- Blue October

Content Warning: Just some angst, with a happy ending I promise.

Word Count: 1.9k

Enzo and Y/N have been together for a few years now, they met one summer while they were both on holidays and it simply clicked, they could talk for hours on end, coffe or tea mugs in hand, even if they grew cold because the conversation was way too interesting. There were no such things as uncomfortable silences between Y/N and Enzo, for her laying her head on the black haired guy’s legs as they read their books in peace, they truly were best friends who were in a relationship, so when Enzo told the brunette girl he had gotten a chance to better his acting career in Europe, she was truly so excited for him encouraging him to take it and move to Spain, even if it meant they would have to take their relationship into long distance, she was in the middle of her college degree and couldn’t leave the city to go with him. When Y/N took Enzo to the airport and the taller guy engulfed her in the tightest hug ever and leaned down whispering in her ear “never forget that I love you with all my soul chiquita, because the soul never forgets”. Y/N closed her eyes hiding her face in his chest taking a deep breath wanting to keep every single detail of her boyfriend engraved in her memory and her senses until she saw him again. As she nodded softly Enzo held her face in his hands giving her a soft loving kiss before he walked through the boarding area doors.

The first few months weren’t that hard, the facetime calls every night, the love still in both their hearts and bodies, it worked, somehow it worked for both of them. But as time started going by, Y/N started noticing how Enzo’s texts and calls were less and less frequent, of course she understood that his life must have been busy, she knew for a fact that the tan skinned man was booking so many jobs, modeling, acting, whatever you thought about he got it and she was extremely proud of him. That didn’t mean that seeing all the Instagram stories and posts about the events he attended, the travels, the parties, the girls on there, it stung, specially with them being so far apart, and she felt stuck. Her classes felt stupid, she couldn’t focus, her grades were starting to slip and she hated that it had such an effect on her, Y/N did trust Enzo, but she missed him so bad it didn’t make sense.

Three months had gone by since Enzo had moved to Spain and the facetime calls were rare by now, they had gone from daily to maybe weekly, that is if he didn’t bail on them and as Friday afternoon approached, Y/N texted him to confirm they were still on for that call.

bebé 💖: En babe, please tell me we’re still on for today’s facetime? it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I miss you.

Zito 😘: Chiquita….you’re gonna kill me…I’m so so sorry…. I have a last minute event tonight, but I promise I’ll call you as soon as I get back if it ain’t too late back in Montevideo. I love you too I miss your pretty face as well.

bebé 💖: Yeah…..sure whatever you say Enzo….. call me whenever you get 2 minutes to talk to your gf…..if that’s what I am still.

Y/N was furious, she couldn’t believe he was dodging her again, she was getting so tired of trying, but she knew that she didn’t want to let it go, she didn’t wanna let him go. She let herself fall down on her mattress looking out the window and stopped fighting the tears rolling down her cheeks as she hastily wiped at them; she was happy, she needed to be happy for him, be supportive of his dream, but what about them? did the relationship they had mean nothing to Enzo? somehow the brunette still trusted that he wasn’t cheating on her, she knew her boyfriend, yet there it was, that tugging feeling at her gut telling her something wasn’t right. 

Enzo’s POV:

It destroyed him knowing how she was feeling, there was nothing more than he wanted than to be there with her, to hold her, kiss those pink lips he loved so much. But if the hazel eyed guy wanted to be able to bring her over to live with him he needed to save enough money to pay for her college here, get everything ready so she could transfer universities. He had spoken to Y/N’s parents about this, and they had given him the all clear for it. Y/M/N had told him that Y/N wasn’t doing too well, of course she had never really said anything about it, that’s how much she loved him and that broke the older guy in half. 

bebé 💖: En babe, please tell me we’re still on for today’s facetime? it’s been so long since I’ve seen you, I miss you.

Zito 😘: Chiquita….you’re gonna kill me…I’m so so sorry…. I have a last minute event tonight, but I promise I’ll call you as soon as I get back if it ain’t too late back in Montevideo. I love you too I miss your pretty face as well.

bebé 💖: Yeah…..sure whatever you say Enzo….. call me whenever you get 2 minutes to talk to your gf…..if that’s what I am still.

Enzo bit his lip hard at Y/N’s last text, if she only knew that he didn’t have an event, he was doing so many things in so little time, he was booking the hotel for the trip to Capri for Y/N’s birthday next month, he had arranged it with her parents, needed to go sign the lease on the new apartment he was going to rent  so she could have a study space there, he needed to pick up the engagement ring he had specially made for her. Now as Enzo went about his errands, he was scared he might be screwing it up with the love of his life, it was hard on him too, he could see the pain in her eyes every time they facetimed, and it broke him not being able to wrap his arms around her petite body the way he always did to shelter her from the outside world.

Y/N was still laying on her bed in and out of sleep, she checked her phone one more still holding onto some hope that Enzo would indeed call her and she saw the time, almost midnight, he wasn’t gonna call. Just as she was placing her phone on the night table it started ringing with the tone she had specially selected for him, she turned around again turning the night light on as she reluctantly answered the call “Chiquita, hi, were you sleeping? sorry I didn’t mean to wake you” Enzo said as soon as he saw his girlfriend’s face, her eyes were rimmed with red, he knew she had been crying, he could always tell and his stomach dropped. Y/N shook her head sitting up better, no matter how upset she was, as soon as she heard his voice, everything disappeared, “No, was just about to, but not yet, how have you been En? how was the event?”.

Enzo bit the inside of his lip “it was good yeah….busy but good, how’s school going?” seeing her just shrug and look away from the phone he smiled softly “you kicking ass already? excited about your birthday next month? any plans?” the girl looked back to the screen “no, not really….you said you can’t make it, so why should I?” The conversation carried on until Y/N fell asleep, her phone still in hand, Enzo smiled taking in her resting features, would take any opportunity to see her face that he got.

Three weeks later Y/N sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen “I already told you guys, don’t feel like taking a trip” she sighed as her parents brought up again that stupid trip to Capri they had planned for her birthday. “Plus, what am I supposed to do there alone?”. Y/M/N smiled looking at her “you wouldn’t be alone honey, Marina’s coming as well, you know your cousin always wanted to visit Capri, we think it would do you good to get some sun on your face, get out of here for a while, we already got you the tickets and hotel booking, come on”. As the hazel eyed girl looked at her parents alternately she nodded softly “if I accept will you be happy?” Y/D/N grinned nodding “so happy”. Y/N nodded again “fine then, I’m going.”

That day Y/N sat on her plane seat next to Marina her cousin- something’s fishy here, she looks so weird- “you’re not gonna tell me what’s going on, are you?” Marina looked up from her book with the best dumbfounded face she could master “Going on with what boo?” Y/N rolled her eyes and went back to playing on her phone. Once they landed and got their suitcases they headed to the hotel. Marina was the one with the hotel details, no one had let her get her hands on anything for the trip, all this was so fishy, so weird, maybe it was just her anxiety, but something was weird, like why did they have two separate hotel rooms. “What? you may have a boyfriend, but I’m planning on getting myself some hot italiana to share my time with here. Thank you very much” Marina said with a cheeky grin on her face when she saw Y/N giving her a quizzical look seeing two different hotel room keys. “Okay, what do you say we settle in, rest a bit, take a shower and meet back down here in an hour or so for dinner?”. And an hour later Y/N walked out of the elevator into the lobby waiting for her cousin, she had changed into a white and baby blue two piece set and a messy bun with some white and gold flat sandals. 

After dinner they were walking down the beach, arms intertwined enjoying the gorgeous sunset. As Y/N stopped to take a picture of it, she felt her cousin move away from her “Hey Mar, would you take my pic..” the brunette turned around looking for her and stopped in her tracks seeing Enzo there down on one knee. 

“I’ve been stupid, beyond stupid, it kills me seeing how you were feeling. I don’t want to see you suffer, never again, I would do anything to see that gorgeous smile of yours, I want to spend every minute of every day of my life with you, would you make me the happiest man on earth ever and marry me?” Y/N kept looking at him gobsmacked, utter shock in her face before she stepped forward hitting his arm over and over “You fucker! you know how shitty I’ve been feeling because you dodged all our calls? I’ve been spinning out of control” she said hiting him with every word before tears started flowing down from her eyes nodding “of course I’ll marry you!”. Enzo grinned sliding the ring on her finger before standing up engulfing her in his arms kissing her “I’m so so sorry, I promise I won’t ever make you cry again”. As Y/N slowly relaxed into his embrace she knew that even beyond the waves, her love for this man could never die and as long as she had his arms to hide into, everything would always be right.

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shadows in the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter three

summary: more than a year after the events of middle of the night, y/n and Bruce are happily engaged and working to lower the amount of crime in Gotham. However, a new killer calling himself the Riddler has other plans for their happiness…set during the events of the movie, mostly canonical, some changes made to fit the story

a/n: Time for another chapter! Trying to stick to a twice a week schedule for now until the draft of the fic is completed! I’ll be going on vacation starting this Sunday so I’m not sure when ch 4 will be posted. I’m going to try to make time to post while I’m gone though! Also, yes I am randomly changing the setting of the house around to make it not be the tower but still fit with the movie! 

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She really had a bad feeling about this. Something was brewing in Gotham, and Batman was at the center of it all.

The roar of Bruce’s motorcycle preceded him into the Batcave by several minutes. The bats that had settled after y/n’s earlier entrance now took off again, screeching and chittering in a familiar rush of noise. 

She wanted to ask Bruce a bunch of questions, but she waited while he removed the motorcycle helmet, set aside the backpack with the cowl in it, and walked over to the workstation that held the screen. 

He took out the contacts and earpiece and set them both in their proper place. 

His shoulders were tense. His face was drawn and tired. 

Y/n tried really hard not to chew a hole in her lip. 

“I can hear you, you know,” Bruce murmured as he started his routine replay of the night. On screen, a subway station materialized, a gang of men in weird face paint watching him from a distance. 

“Hear what?” she asked with a frown. She hadn’t sighed, had she? She was trying to be patient, but– 

“Biting your tongue and trying not to ask a million questions.” He gave her a small lift of the lips that could have been a smile. 

She smiled a little sheepishly. “Sorry.” 

He brushed one knuckle against her cheek and pulled his latest journal closer. “You watch, I’ll write.” 

She nodded, glad that the curiosity burning a hole in her chest would soon be eased. Bruce reached around her and turned up what she referred to as his “moody writing playlist,” which was mostly a bunch of Nirvana. He always listened to something while he wrote and watched the replays of his night. When she’d asked about it, he’d said it helped him to get his mind off of things, helped him focus his thoughts more objectively by not getting as caught up in the recordings. Without the music, he was too focused on the recordings when he wanted to be shedding the Batman for the night. 

As Bruce started scribbling furiously, she watched his night unfold across the screen. The face-paint guys were getting their asses kicked. 

“I’m vengeance,” Bruce’s voice said on the screen. 

Y/n couldn’t help it. She snorted. “You’re so dramatic,” she teased, earning herself a small smile from Bruce as he wrote. 

She watched him take her call the moment he’d finished kicking those guys’ asses, watched him meet with Gordon and receive the news about the interim mayor. 

“Unbelievable breaking news this hour, everyone,” the GC1 anchor said from behind them on the screen playing the news. Y/n hit pause on Bruce’s recordings to listen. Might be better to ease into it before she watched the crime scene footage. “Interim Mayor Don Mitchell, Jr. was found murdered last night inside his home in the exclusive Crest Hill district.” 

A woman’s voice chimed in. “Exact details of the crime still have not been released, but a citywide manhunt is already underway as police and FBI search for the brazen killer. And this certainly is not the first time Gotham has been rocked by the murder of a political figure. In fact, in an eerie coincidence, it was 20 years ago this week that celebrated billionaire philanthropist Dr. Thomas Wayne and his wife Martha were slain during Wayne’s own mayoral campaign. It was a shocking crime that remains unsolved to this day.” 

She and Bruce both froze. He reached over and turned off the music. He was trying to downplay it, but she could see how his whole body tensed. How every single part of him was suddenly focused on the news. 

The news anchors continued. “Don Mitchell, Jr.’s political career was especially notable for his tough war on drugs when he and city police launched a major sting operation, resulting in the arrest of notorious mafia crime figure Salvatore Maroni with what, to this day, remains the biggest drug bust in GCPD history.” 

The elevator rattled to a halt and Alfred came limping out. 

The news reporter continued, “Don Mitchell, Jr. has had such a successful run as interim mayor that he had planned to–” 

Bruce and y/n both turned back to the replay of the night while the news played on. 

“I assume you’ve heard about this,” Alfred said as he handed Bruce a glass of green juice. He patted y/n on the arm. “I didn’t know you were back, dear, or I would have brought some down for you as well.” 

Y/n glanced suspiciously at the juice. “That’s alright, I ate at the restaurant.” It was a lie–she’d completely forgotten until that moment to eat. She’d been too worried about Bruce, too caught up in working to keep her mind off of what was going on. 

On the screen in front of them was a man with his face completely wrapped in duct tape. 

“All this blood’s from his head?” Gordon asked on the video. 

Y/n swallowed. Bruce was tense next to her. She had no idea if it was because of the murder in front of them or the mention of the anniversary of his parents’ murders, or both. 

A second detective on screen answered Gordon. “Most of it’s from his hand. Thumb was severed. Killer may have taken it as a trophy.” 

Y/n swallowed again and averted her eyes as Bruce’s lens went to the aforementioned severed thumb. 

“He was alive when it was cut off. Ecchymosis…around the wound.” Bruce’s voice on the video, this time. 

“Nerd,” she muttered, elbowing him. She couldn’t help it. He was on edge, and she wanted to make it better. It worked, a little. He at the very least rolled his eyes as they continued to watch the crime scene unfold. 

After a couple of minutes, Bruce printed out a copy of the card the killer had left him. 

“I don’t like this,” she said softly as her eyes skimmed over the words. Bruce started scribbling furiously on the printout. He lies still. She had no idea how he’d figured out the riddle so fast, and in front of a bloodied body no less. Sometimes she forgot just how smart he was. 

Alfred’s gaze darted between Bruce writing and the screen, where Gordon was holding up an envelope that was addressed to Batman. “The killer left this for the Batman?” he asked incredulously. 

“Apparently,” Bruce muttered. 

“You’re becoming quite a celebrity.” 

Y/n kept quiet, eyes fixed on the screen, brain whirring. This wasn’t good, she thought for the hundredth time. She had a really bad feeling about all of this, and she couldn’t shake it. Now that she was seeing what Bruce had seen…

“Why is he writing to you?” she and Alfred asked at the exact same time. They exchanged a sharp look. 

Bruce was unphased. “I don’t know yet.” 

There was tension in Alfred’s eyes. He was as freaked out as she was, y/n realized. And Bruce was acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. 

“Have a shower,” Alfred said authoritatively. “Our accounting friends at Wayne Enterprises are coming for breakfast.” 

Y/n and Bruce both jerked their heads towards Alfred. 

“Here? Why?” Bruce demanded. His shoulders were even more tense than before, if that was impossible. She gently laid a hand on the crook of his elbow. She could feel the hard edge of the suit armor beneath the jacket. 

“Because I couldn’t get you to go there,” Alfred snapped. Usually Alfred wasn’t like this but this new killer had them all so immediately on edge she knew he was struggling to control himself. She knew what they were all thinking about–another case, another murder, another mayor. It was like it was still haunting them, even after more than a year. 

“I haven’t got time for this.” 

“It’s getting serious, Bruce. If this continues, it won’t be long before you’ve nothing left.” Alfred’s fists clenched. 

“I don’t care about that. Any of that.” 

Y/n tried very hard to disappear into the shadows like Bruce did so well. She didn’t want to be a part of this argument.  

Alfred’s voice was calmer now. “You don’t care about your family’s legacy? About your life with y/n? Your future?” 

“What I’m doing is my family’s legacy. If I can’t change things, Gotham will destroy our future. If I can’t change things here, if I can’t have an effect, then I don’t care what happens to me.” Bruce clenched his jaw so tightly she was sure it would break. 

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Alfred said a bit sadly. It’s what y/n was afraid of too, though she didn’t chime in. This was between the two of them. 

Bruce gave a humorless smirk. “Alfred, stop. You’re not my father.” She couldn’t help her wince at the words. 

Alfred’s expression closed off immediately. “I’m well aware.” Her heart squeezed at the obvious pain in the older man’s eyes. 

“Bruce–” she said, but he smacked a button on the computer to print something and stalked off to the elevator. 

She and Alfred shared a look after Bruce was gone. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “He–” 

“You don’t need to apologize for him,” Alfred said softly. “He’s right, I’m not his father. But…” 

“I know,” she said. But Bruce needed someone to look out for him. “He’s being a dick. I’ll talk to him.” 

Alfred gave her a small smile. Behind her, the computer was still playing Bruce’s night. A shift in Alfred’s expression had her turning to look at the screen.  

On the screen, a young boy sat alone on a bed. 

“We really gotta go, man,” Gordon said on the recording. 

Alfred closed his eyes and sighed. 

“Oh,” y/n said, suddenly understanding Bruce’s mood a lot better. 

The boy had found his father.

Just like Bruce had seen his parents get killed, almost exactly twenty years ago. 

Once, when she was recovering in the hospital from the events of the gala, Alfred had told her that Bruce blamed himself for the murder of his parents. He’d only been a kid at the time, but apparently that hadn’t mattered. It’s what had started him on this whole journey to becoming Batman. 

Her heart broke for Bruce all over again. 

“Let me–Let me talk to him,” y/n said as Alfred picked up the card and the cipher Bruce had printed. 

“Thank you, dear,” Alfred murmured. They shared another look. Without saying the words, she knew Alfred’s heart was breaking all over again for Bruce, just like hers was. But worse, because Alfred had lived through it, too. She squeezed his arm on her way to the elevator. 

–

Upstairs, Bruce was coming out of the shower, towel slung low on his waist, hair dripping water down his scarred and muscled chest. Normally, the sight would have driven her to distraction–and maybe into action–but her mind was too full of too many other things. 

“I’m sorry,” she said to him. “About–what you saw at the crime scene. I know–” 

He brushed past her to the dresser. 

“I know it’s hard,” she continued obstinately. “But you should be nicer to Alfred. He loves you. We both love you.” 

“I know,” Bruce snapped. He abruptly softened. He rested one clenched fist against the top of his dresser. “I know,” he said again. “I’ll–I should apologize.” 

“Yeah, you should.” When his head snapped up, she smiled so he would know she was being purposefully hard on him. 

“I don’t–why are the accountants coming here?” he asked suddenly. He yanked on a pair of pants. 

“Beats me. Although I probably pay about as much attention to this stuff as you do.” She shrugged. It was the truth. Wayne Enterprises had never particularly fascinated her, although Alfred had told her she would own shares of it when she and Bruce got married. She didn’t care about it, partly because Bruce didn’t care about it. She understood where he was coming from downstairs. The money didn’t matter. Helping Gotham mattered. Being together mattered. If they were broke and had to live under a bridge, she didn’t care, so long as he was with her. 

“We should probably go downstairs,” Bruce said as he blindly grabbed a shirt from the dresser. He seemed a little less tense and a little more guilty now. 

She tugged on his wrist as he walked past her. He stopped and looked down at ther. He softened further as he studied her. Her thumb stroked over the soft part of the inside of his wrist. 

“Hi,” she said with a soft smile. “Feel like I didn’t actually get to say hi to you yet.” 

“Hi,” he murmured.

She stood on her toes and kissed him lightly. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” He squeezed her hip with his free hand. There was a storm in his blue eyes, but it dimmed, just a bit, as he stared down at her.  

“Come on, Alfred might not be your dad, but he might still spank you.” 

Bruce snorted and followed her out to where Alfred was waiting in the large study on the other end of the second floor. They’d had a giant table put in so they could work at the same time, or use the separate desks in the space if they didn’t. Usually it was Bruce who spread papers across the entire surface, but she’d done the same thing when she was first launching the Gotham Project. It was a makeshift study and a smaller version of the library upstairs all rolled into one. 

Alfred’s preferred music–classical–drifted down the hallway to meet them. 

“Some fresh berries there,” Alfred said without looking up. Still mad, y/n thought with a grimace. Bruce idly lifted a blueberry to his mouth as he peered over Alfred’s shoulder at the cipher. 

Y/n excused herself to the kitchen to make coffee, leaving Alfred and Bruce to it. She hoped Bruce would apologize, but she wasn’t holding her breath. Even now, even after everything, getting Bruce to talk about his feelings was like pulling teeth and herding cats at the same time. Painful and impossible and sometimes not worth the hassle. He was most open with her, but with Alfred…it was hard to break old habits. For both of them. 

As her coffee machine percolated happily, her phone chimed with an alert. The accountants had been let in the gate and were making their way to the manor. 

She grabbed her coffee cup and went to the front door, glad she had dressed a little better than Bruce had as she greeted a couple of really professional looking accountants. She led them into the formal dining room–a room they had never used in all of her time in Wayne Manor–where breakfast was already waiting. 

“I’ll go get Mr. Wayne,” she said to the accountants, hustling out before she could get caught in conversation. “Please, help yourselves.” 

“The accountants are here,” she said to Alfred and Bruce when she re-entered the study. She tried really hard not to laugh at Bruce wearing sunglasses inside, but didn’t quite manage it. He sighed softly. He knew exactly what she was smirking about. 

She started silently praying that she, too, didn’t have to sit in on what was going to be a deathly boring meeting. 

“Go on, then,” Alfred gestured at Bruce. “Let’s go have breakfast. Y/n, you should get some sleep.” 

She opened her mouth to ask how he’d known, but then realized it was Alfred. Of course he knew she hadn’t slept, just like Bruce hadn’t slept. 

“Have fun.” She winked at Bruce, who winced. She was immensely glad she wasn’t to be included. 

She glanced at the cipher, now covered in letters, before immediately giving up. She wasn’t good at those sorts of things. 

After a few minutes, her curiosity got the better of her, and she wandered downstairs towards the dining room. She wasn’t going to eavesdrop, exactly, just make sure Bruce wasn’t causing a scene. That’s what she told herself, at least, as she clutched her coffee tightly and stopped just down the hallway out of sight. 

“–won’t sign a prenup. Everything is hers, whether I’m alive or dead. In fact, when we get married, she can have my shares in Wayne Enterprises. I don’t care. Everything I have is already hers, if she wants it.” 

Well, she thought drily. Looks like he’s causing a scene already. 

Then the words sank in. 

This meeting was about her. About getting Bruce involved in the company, but also ensuring that the company was safe from her. An oily feeling slithered slowly down her spine. Her gut clenched. Even as long as they’d been together, they thought she was going to steal the company and the Wayne money. 

But Bruce wanted her to have all of it. 

She flushed. 

“--be hasty, Mr. Wayne,” Alfred was saying in a soothing voice. “We’ll just add that to your living will, and then we’ll add her name to the shares upon your marriage like we discussed.” 

Bruce’s voice rose and fell again, interrupted by that of the accountants. 

Y/n really shouldn’t be eavesdropping. She crept back to their bedroom with her coffee and climbed into bed in the dark. The curtains were drawn, as usual, and she didn’t even bother turning on a lamp. As soon as Bruce was done, it was time for bed. 

Everything I have is already hers, if she wants it. 

She knew he loved her. Knew it beyond a shadow of a doubt. But something about those words in particular caused warmth to surge through her while a lump formed in her throat. He was telling that–and vehemently–to official Wayne Enterprises accountants. 

It wasn’t much longer before Bruce came stomping into the room, shucking his shirt off as he went. He was muttering to himself, clearly worked up. 

“Hi,” she said. She set her empty coffee cup on the nightstand. 

He looked up guiltily. Even in the dark, she could tell he was flushed. “Oh–were you sleeping?” 

“No, your hissy fit was keeping me up.” But she smiled. He rolled his eyes. 

Bruce slid into the covers beside her and yanked her almost roughly to his bare chest. “They think you’re after my money,” he said angrily. 

“Oh, I am,” she said. 

He ignored her and continued on, “They want me to sign a prenup and they want me to keep you from owning shares of the company. At all.” His body was tensing more and more by the second. She knew that this, on top of everything he’d seen last night, was too much for him. “I don’t even–” 

“Shh,” she said. “If it makes everyone happy, I’ll sign. I don’t care about the money. We could live under a bridge for all I cared, as long as you were there. And as long as I had access to coffee.” 

She kissed the underside of his jaw. He relaxed marginally. 

“I’ll sign the whole goddamn company over to you right now just to spite them,” Bruce muttered. “You’d be better with it anyways.” 

Y/n stiffened. “I really don’t want that,” she said a bit breathlessly. It would be a nightmare, to say the least. 

“You’d be so good at it. I’ve seen what you’ve done with the Gotham Project in less than a year and–” 

“Okay, but Bryn and Ollie keep that place running, for the most part. Hey, maybe we should give Wayne Enterprises to them.” 

Finally, Bruce relaxed into her touch, and laughed. “I would really consider it, if it wouldn’t give Alfred an aneurism.” 

She huffed a laugh at the thought. “Yeah, let’s keep Alfred healthy. Between the two of us, he already has high blood pressure.” 

Bruce nuzzled his face into her hair and took a deep breath. Then another. Slowly, they both relaxed into each other’s warmth until their breathing matched. 

“I’m…scared,” y/n finally whispered. She hid her face in the space Bruce’s neck met his shoulder. She breathed in the scent of him. “I don’t like that this guy, this killer, addressed a card to you. And with Mitchell–” 

“I know,” Bruce murmured. “I’ll figure it out. But after you get a few hours of sleep first.” 

“Me?” she asked. One eyebrow quirked upwards even though he couldn’t see it, as tucked underneath his chin as she was. “I’ll sleep if you do.” 

She started to pull away but Bruce tightened his grip. He sighed. “Fine.” 

“Good, I was about to threaten you if you didn’t give in.” 

“Mmm.” 

She grinned. He was already almost asleep. 

She let his quiet breathing soothe her until she too fell asleep, cradled in his arms.

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[winkle-pickers]

MORE "SPIDEYKAIBA", "more kaibabros garabage" and "puffship"

HEHEHE. OK I'm gonna put the spideykaiba stuff in a separate post, but HUZZAH I'm so stoked for some

puffship

The story behind this one is actually my favourite classical composer story of all time: Rachmaninoff desperately wanted to become friends with his fellow composer Stravinsky, but wasn't quite sure how to break the ice. He heard Stravinsky liked a certain type of expensive honey, and just randomly showed up at Stravinsky's house in the middle of the night with a big ol' jar of honey. It worked. They became friends.

BUT ALSO THIS IS LIKE, PEAK BAKURA BEHAVIOUR, ISN'T IT?! (as I am rapidly adding more red yarn and thumbtacks to my 'tenuous connections between YGO and classical music' corkboard, a large hook comes to drag me off stage)

Hence this excerpt but with a more Jounouchi-esque food substituted:

When the buzzer in Jounouchi’s flat goes off at midnight, he’s not sure what to expect. The only people who ever drop by unannounced are Honda and Anzu. Anzu has a key and has never once in her life bothered with the buzzer, and Honda only comes at ungodly hours of the morning to clean his apartment and lecture him the entire time while Jounouchi watches TV in a half-awake stupor. “Hello?” Jounouchi says into the receiver. “Hello,” a soft voice returns. A pause. “Bakura? The hell are you doing here at midnight?” Bakura is silent for a moment, and then: “Do you like shrimp?”

I'll put the next one under a cut 'cause this is getting long, but it's a YGODM rewrite where Seto's mind crush goes. Very differently lol

Anyone who knows me probably remembers this one 'cause I've been poking away at this for actual years 💀 but very roughly (??!) it's a YGODM rewrite where Mokuba is Seto's half-brother and they don't grow up together. So when Seto gets mind-crushed he doesn't have any reason to 'put the pieces back together.' He's in his mind crush coma for two full years, and then Isono manages to find Mokuba in foster care. Yuugi & Atem's relationship is really different in this one too! It's a much slower burn to Friendship™️and there's more 'oh god an arson obsessed ghost is in my body' fear and paranoia. Basically just me enjoying dark freaky Season 0 vibes for way longer and easing into the whole plot later on when the kids are college-aged.

more kaibros garbage

Anzu had completely forgotten herself, and was examining Kaiba with open fascination - and revulsion. She moved closer to him hesitantly. “Can he...can he hear us?” she asked, her voice small. The maid Okazaki was already nodding enthusiastically, but Isono slowly shook his head. “There’s really no way to know, Mazaki-san.” Yuugi knew that the answer was more complicated than the question had been. Kaiba could hear and respond to noise, certainly; the whole reason he wasn’t hooked up to a mess of tubes in a hospital bed was because he could eat with assistance, and raise and lower his arms obediently when asked to in order to facilitate clothes-changes and cleaning. The question was whether he understood any of those noises in a meaningful way, and whether he ever would again. It had already been two years. The outlook didn’t seem so good, these days. Anzu gingerly sat down in the chair closest to Kaiba. She took another long, hard look at his vacant face. Her expression slowly began to shift. Pity. An emotion that Yuugi couldn’t allow himself to feel towards Kaiba. To pity the frail, twisted boy before him was to condescend to him, to disrespect their relationship. Yuugi had done this to him, and so he owed it to Kaiba to remember him as he had been - tall and powerful with a loud, strident voice - vicious, calculating, eyes shining like the cruelly sharp edge of a diamond - alive. Anzu reached out and gently, gently laid her hand on top of Kaiba’s. “Hi, Kaiba-kun,” she said softly. “We brought your diploma.”

#asks #lmao i'm sorry i know No One wants to read about the interpersonal dynamics of modernist composers on a yugioh art blog #unfortunately I have absolutely no self restraint #YOU'RE ALL TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME #HmmMMmmmmmmMMm sorry Kaiba I love you very much and that is why I do these things to you #What if Yugioh But Even Worse is a fav writing exercise for me #The thing that is really stopping me with this DM rewrite is that my brain is totally impermeable to TCG knowledge despite my best attempts #just bounces the fuck off like a thrown rock meeting a brick wall #SEND TWEET

[equalbxz]

- updates -

hello my little beauties! so tonight i tried again to go into the void and even tho i didnt go in i kinda meditated for almost 20 minutes which is a HUGE improveent to me. also i always editate with some kind of noise in the background, meaning that i fall asleep with youtube continuing to play videos. and then i like woke up randomly by something and let me tell you was SOOO damn close. i think it ws because in the middle of the night my mind is too tired to wander around so it is easier to get manipulated (??). i hope that makes sense. so tonight ill do the rem method ( in case you dont know what i am talking here is a great post about it ). wish me luck!

yours dearly, equalbxz <33

#void state #void #REM method #law of assumption #loa #loa blog #loassumption #neville goddard #manifesting #self concept

[lynsburner]

BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE DID YOU SEE THE VID OF ANDY SINGING UNKNOWN ON STAGE????

https://twitter.com/hozier/status/1666156710816251927?s=46&t=LSoyIXqT91OLGNpISabobw

“you know the distance never made a difference to me” THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF WAS YOUR FIC 😭 this song is sooooo andy/lovely core im obsessed!! i can’t wait for it to come out, A) bc it sounds amazing already, and B) bc im so excited to hear your thoughts on it!!!

Oh... bestie... you might not like my answer for this one because I am absolutely begging him to put this one bACK IN THE VAULT (or whatever it is. Sorry I have too much Taylor on my mind after going to the eras tour twice now. And for the last time, I swear.)

Is it a bad song? Absolutely fucking not. It's gorgeous. But it hits a little too close to home for me.

So... I am about to tell a silly story. Picture this. It is late September. I am SEATED to see Carly Rae Jepsen at Radio City. I check twitter (yes I am on the hoz side of twitter. Not under this name, though lol). People are freaking out about a tik tok he made. I had only seen a small clip posted of him jamming on a guitar so I think nothing of it.

The curtain goes up. Carly comes on. I am having the most fun two hours of my life because how can't you when you get to hear the best opening number for an album ever made, sax and all? She ends with Cut to the Feeling, one of the most joyous songs ever made! I am on a happiness high! Nothing can ruin my night!

And then I am sitting at the bus stop and I check tik tok and realize it was a full song! A full song about a long-distance relationship! And I start SOBBING!!!! Because guess what? That song is SAD!

So I go from absolutely forgetting every bad thing that had ever happened to me to full-on crying about a failed relationship I was still not over!!! In the middle of 5th Avenue, no less!!!!

Idk if you've heard the full thing, but it is DEPRESSING! It's basically the opposite of Francesca (or the "I'd do it all over again" motif) ! He literally sings "And there are some people, love, who are better unknown" like??? Imagine thinking you're better off never someone than knowing them at all! (which, I know is my interpretation, and I can very much be wrong but that's what it's giving to me!) I can imagine! I was still in that mindset! Especially since this one was about a long-distance relationship! It hit me too fucking hard!!! I have literally ignored every live performance I've come across of it on social media since because it makes me absolutely sob!!! I wish I was joking!

Anyway, a hilarious bookend to this: the day he announced in that Instagram Q&A the date Unknown was officially being released? Guess who I was seeing in concert that night? That's right! Carly Rae FUCKING Jepsen!!!!! *Insert the "If I had a nickel" meme here*

But yeah, he got the real long-distance thing down to a fucking t, especially with the second verse, "Funny how true colors shine in darkness and in secrecy. If there were scarlet flags, they washed out in thе mind of me" because yeah, you can forgive a lot of shit when the person isn't physically in front of you! Also, "Where a blinding light shonе on you every night Either side of my sleep" to me is just a fancy little way of saying face time/late night calls lol. (Again, I could be wrong, but still!)

But (I am sorry for repeating "But"... BUT!) he also confirmed it's from circle 9, which is treachery! Which... well I am not defining a successful relationship as treachery, I'm sorry! Judas is in that circle! And I did too many years in Catholic school to know what that guy fucking did!

Anyway, unlike me and my ex (and whoever the fuck Hoz is singing about, may they have their peace and never have to hear this one randomly in a store or some shit), Andrew and Lovely are definitely on better terms in my mind and are absolutely thriving <3 As I said before, love those crazy kids! They're in their own universe probably looking at rings as we speak! Or face-timing since he's out on the road! Good for them!

This is also not an insult to long-distance relationships in general. I loved that shit. It was wonderful! The guy, though? He sucks! And I am still doing some reflecting on that (which I am sure will continue once I force myself to listen to Unknown in a non tik tok way!)

Lovely Anon, I know this is not the answer you expected, but hopefully, it makes you chuckle! Or at least gets you to listen to the greatest album ever made: Emotion, by Carly Rae Jepsen!

PS: thank you for that other ask because I have been putting "no plan" back into my rotation of songs and oh boy I forgot how fucking good it was!!!!!

PPS: I hope this didn't come off as too, "Uhm, actually!" because that was not my intent! The opening, out of context, is absolutely Lovely and Andrew coded! But the rest? Oh, she has words for him!!!!!

#like I said I know this is not what you expected but that song really hits me HARD #and I really don't cry to songs #except maybe treacherous and would've could've should've but that is for OTHER REASONS #anyway again i am sorry for this silly story #anyway these songs of his make me want to write an essay on the way hoz plays with perspective and how mayhaps he is the problem! #but again another story for another day #i need to go to bed lmfao #I need to start tagging these asks uhhh how about #lyn needs to stop talking

[knightotoc]

So my account got weirdly deactivated last night ~11 pm, then reactivated this morning at ~4 am; it must have been some crazy mistake, though I just can't understand how that could have happened in the middle of the night? (I'm only a few timezones away from Tumblr's office.) I felt bummed and had some trouble sleeping (hence why I was randomly awake at 4). I also lost my two side blogs for those few hours -- one I could recreate relatively easily, but the other would be impossible to recreate, especially all the thousands of interactions with other fans that helped me through these shitty last couple of years. Certainly the whole thing makes me not want to compose original stuff on here anymore; maybe I should write everything in a document first and then copy it to the blog. I have one physical journal I'm keeping for my movie opinions, so at least that can only be destroyed by an actual fire or something. The thing that made me most sad was losing all my mutuals; I don't have very many, but I really do care about you guys. If it happens again I'll remake and try to DM everybody. I have Twitter and IG too, though I don't really like these apps, and I still use FB a lot, in case anybody wants to connect there as well.

^ hundreds of my mostly Anakin-themed posts at somebody else's discretion

#watch me toeing the line even more than usual i guess lol #i wasnt feeling that bad until i remembered all my higher ground blogging lol

[rrxnjun]

if i could i would fight the school system just so u would have the time and mood to write >:T but i'm glad u could write a bit and waiting for ur next fic!!!🥳🥳 (your post about a fic u are writing seems pretty fun :o and love jihoon as a side character!!!) AAA IM HAPPY TO HEAR THAT I WOULD LOVE TO READ TREASURE FICS FROM U ESPECIALLY THE JIHOON ONES HIHI!!! I AM VERY GRATEFUL FOR UR FRIEND WHO CONVINCED U!!!!

hmmmm idk if its reveal vibe or not but my fav ep from them is the thrill ride ep (probably has a special place in my heart cuz that was my first cb with them lmao but that era was so well done and i really love the songs!!) i think their new ep is really great my favs are especially awake and savior aaanndd their breaking dawn album slaps as a whole i love it so muchhh and for my last recommendation from them would be survive the night which is a song that was fully written by sunwoo and it's definitely one of my favs (there is also a song from giuk featuring sunwoo that just dropped and u might like it if u are interested) and i really hope u will like some cuz idk if any of these would be the type of songs u would listen to;-; the last longer content i watched from them was come on the boyz but eric isn't in it cuz he was on a hiatus at the time:( but it's really fun! i also started to watch back the boyz timeout (and had to stop cuz school >:T) and that is also really good and everyone is there:D so i would recommend those if u want like a series (?) type of thing with them but for "shorter" contents their mafia games are very fun to watch!!! their idol human theater videos are great as well!!! and the last one i would say is they just made a video with the fo squad and that seemed very funny although i didn't have the time to watch it yet;-; (IM VERY SORRY ABOUT JUST RECOMMENDING SO MANY THINGS AND FOR THIS LONG ASS LIST I WENT A BIT OVERBOARD D: )

KEVIN IS SUCH A LOVELY GUY his bubble messages are usually either very funny or just very meaningful and his posts are always top tier🤌 i think he would just solidify his place in ur heart lmao and eric is just such a bestie material!!! well u know i just came in here in the middle of ur treasure era being like 🧍the boyz🧍and i don't want to interrupt u with just randomly talking about them 🧍(which i deff did so im sorry and sorry again for the long ass list of recs)

ooo god gifted kid burnouts suck so much;-; but tbh yeah the grade doesn't really matter just pass and get the paper in the end cuz that's the most important ig and u would get it with even just passing (although im just🤡 cuz i will never think like this sadly so) i don't think my experience will be different ngl;-; so im trying to get myself ready to just not be sad about it cuz it's bound to happen lmao

AHH UR REPLIES JUST MAKE ME SO HAPPY LIKE U READ MY LONG ASS RAMBLINGS AND U ARE ALWAYS SO LOVELY SO I JUST🥹🥹 I APPRECIATE U VERY MUCH!!!!!! (liebestraum anon💗💕💕 sorry for disappearing again☹️)

SJSJSJ its okay because the motivation is that once its over i have the whole summer to write is making me go through this more easily 😙😌 also im handling things a lot better than last semester LMAO so im good over here 🤞 DJSJ glad u liked the posts abt the fic so far, jihoon is kind of the main character unfortunatelt (he is in the fic more than mark i-) but the brainrot cant be helped. IM GRATEFUL FOR MY FRIEND TOO she's a real one 😙 i'll let u know abt the blog if i manage to set one up after all hihi

first comebacks with a group are always the most special istg i thought about this the other day. like for me rock with you, hot sauce and can't you see me? are really special too😭 i havent had time to listen to these but i promise that by the time we talk again i will and i'll have my reviews ready!! 😌😌 also i love how u can kinda get my music taste w western artists (like when u recommended me hungarian songs and were spot on) but w kpop u rlly cant tell😭😭😭 i love me some kpop group variety shows tbh so i will definitely watch all of these later !! DONT BE SORRY ABT RECOMMENDING SO MUCH I GET U IF I WAS ASKED FOR RECS FOR ANY OF MY FAV GROUPS I WOULDVE DONE THE SAME THING. i saw kevin's weverse (?) replies on tiktok today and i- 😭 my man is a comedian i love him. the same w eric. icons. SJSJS dont worry about interrupting my treasure era i can handle it (im also suddenly into cix as well so i can handle everyone atp)

and u get it u get it !!! like it does feel good to get academic validation from time to time (i got a 45/50 on my essay today❤❤❤) but as long as its not an F i do not feel disappointed. esp when i get reminded of the fact that im studying on one of the best unis in my country and that my major is actually kind of hard 💀💀 get ready for the terrors of university i mean u can expect it but actually experiencing it will be just as shitty so i just pray u dont take it as badly as i did for a lil while🤞 im here for u if that happens tho!!

always appreciating u and smiling at your asks, mwah mwah ‼

#💌ask #liebestraum anon

[painsandconfusion-moved-shoo]

Whump Prompts: Found You

I just saw a fantastic post by @whumpingcrow and it got me thinking about when an *almost* recovered, escaped whumpee is found by whumper again. So here's a list of ways for Whumper to say 'found you'.

Whumpee walks into their home, takes off their shoes, hangs up the keys, and goes to flop on the couch. But they see someone is already there. Whumper gives them a big smile, “I was wondering when you’d be back. Let’s go, I already packed up your things.”

Whumpee getting a text from an unknown number: “Tag! You’re it.”

Whumpee picking up their office phone at work and freezing when they hear Whumper’s voice. “Ah, there’s that lovely voice. No, don’t you dare hang up on me. We have some things to discuss.”

Whumpee working tech support and getting randomly connected to Whumper. Freezing up as they recognize their voice, trying to change their own. Not knowing if Whumper knows it’s them and trying to find a way to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Then they hear, “You know, I don’t think I’m going to be able to get this on my own. Maybe I should give you my address and you can come help me. Better yet, give me yours and I’ll come get you.”

Whumper getting a letter and opening it at the mailbox. “I didn’t think I’d find you in a real house, especially not one with such a well-stocked fridge. Congratulations. Really, you’ve outdone yourself. I’m so proud.”

A note on their desk at work in all too-familiar handwriting: “See you soon! <3”

Whumpee coming home to find a bouquet of their favorite flowers on their table. Flowers only Whumper ever got for them.

Getting random text that says, “I can’t say I like the new name. It doesn’t suit you. However, I AM a huge fan of your outfit today. You know red’s my favorite color on you.”

Whumpee having coffee alone at a busy cafe when Whumper slides into the seat across from them. “It’s been so long! You’re looking great.” Whumpee can’t manage to do anything but stare as they hands start shaking.

An exhausted Whumpee driving home from work. They flinch and swerve as they feel a knife at their throat. “Take a deeeeep breath. Just keep driving and do what I say, and you’ll be fine.”

Whumpee just walking down the sidewalk as an arm tugs around their waist. They look up to see Whumper pressed close. They try to stop walking, but Whumper tugs at their hip and they are too afraid to pull away. “Don’t fight me. Just keep walking and this will turn out much better for you.”

Whumpee waking up in the middle of the night to Whumper standing over them. This still happens several times a week, but it’s always just a dream. They take a deep breath, blink hard, and flip on their lamp, trying to make the image fade, but it’s real this time. “You look surprised to see me. Didn’t I tell you I’d always find you? Now get dressed. We’re leaving.”

Whumpee answers to door and freezes when they see Whumper’s smile. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Whumpee sees Whumper leaning against their car when they get to it in the parking garage. “Shhh shhh. Don’t talk. Don’t move. Don’t scream. I’m already very angry with you. You don’t want to make it worse, do you?” Whumpee just shakes their head in small jerky motions.

Whumpee taking out the trash to the dumpster in the alley after work. Whumper appearing out of nowhere and backing them into a corner. “You can walk to my car and get in the trunk, or I’ll use this and carry you. Your choice.”

#whump #whumper #threats #whumpee #caught #kidnapping #found you #captured #whump prompts #prompt list #whump tropes #whump prompt list

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n, Tommy, Jack and Tubbo

Requested:yes/no

Pairing: Platonic jack/tommy/tubbo/reader

Summary: another day another adventure

Content warning: cursing / I didn't proof read

An: reader has bright unnatural hair I wrote a lot, I can't figure out how to add read more on mobile I'm sorry

The music you were currently listening to was interrupted by the discord group notifying you that you have a new message.

Tommy: Y/N HOW BUSY ARE YOU TUBBO HAS COME TO VISIT AND JACK IS HERE

y/n: I mean I've currently got hair dye on but it’s being washed off and dried in around 20 minutes, why?

y/n: WAIT TUBBO?!?!

tubbo: oh yeah I forgot to tell you

y/n: how did you forget you know what nevermind, I’m glad you’re here :]

jack: we should be here in an hour so you have plenty of time to get ready

tubbo: what colour dye y/n

y/n: you’ll see soon enough as apparently, you’re all showing up at my house

Tommy: I suggest you wear comfortable shoes

y/n: I am terrified

Tommy: you have nothing to fear... for now

•••

luckily it had only taken you just over 40 minutes to get ready giving you roughly 20 minutes to prepare for the adventure ahead. or so you thought, as soon as you sat down ready to check your phone the sound of Tommy and tubbo laughing could be heard from your room, jack sent a message “hey we got here extremely early I’m sorry there’s no rush the others have been distracted by dreams music :)”

grabbing a backpack from next to your bed you had quickly chucked your phone and purse into the bag unsure as to what you’re going to need today.

•••

as soon as you opened the door you were met with an ecstatic tubbo who instantly pulled you into a hug unable to contain their excitement of seeing their friend

“I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN AGES YOUVE CHANGED SO MUCH LOOK AT YOUR HAIR”

“I look exactly the same”

“Now I’m no genius y/n but last time we spoke you didn’t have unnatural hair”

you paused for a moment as tubbo had a point the last time you and tubbo were on face time your hair was classed as a natural colour however today as a fuck you to your school which didn’t allow unnatural hair you decided to dye it your favourite colour.

“you raise a fair point now if you don’t mind releasing me from your grasp I have to lock the door so no one gets in”

•••

“Tommy unlock the door let tubbo and y/n in”

“Y/N YOU'RE HERE- HOLY SHIT YOUR HAIR! JACK ARE YOU SEEING THIS”

“Hello to you too Tommy”

“well if we weren’t going to get noticed at the shopping centre earlier y/ns bright fucking hair will definitely cause people to notice us”

“oh I’m sorry I didn’t expect to be going shopping with a bunch of Minecraft streamers today”

“don’t you stream Minecraft?”

“This isn’t about me jack”

the trip to the shops was surprisingly relaxing y/n sat at the front listening to jack sing along to songs playing on the radio, however, it was clear the boys had something they weren’t telling y/n which became evident through Tommy and tubbo bickering in the back of the car about who was going to tell them. it was a relatively short journey due to the fact you lived close to the city centre

•••

“let’s go shopping boys” Tommy practically yelled to everyone, tubbo held his phone in your direction then looked towards you, nodding at him you grabbed his phone and began recording

“I'm vlogging”

Tommy walked over “YEAHHHHH”

walking past cex you had to put up with Tommy making sex jokes until you made it to game, you stood holding back your laugh as you filmed Tommy and tubbo fighting about who’s paying whilst jack went off to buy a Minecraft squishy and mug despite everyone’s arguments against it. soon enough fans came over asking for photos with you all once the group of fans left jack took over recording for tubbo whilst you went off to quickly buy some games that you could play on stream.

•••

“want a wig bro? jack!”

the four of you walked into the shop, you couldn’t help but stand in awe looking at all the bright colours already questioning what colour to dye your hair next the sound of Tommy and jack being amazed pulled you out of your thoughts

“Gogy goggles, I’m actually buying them”

“i wan’t a pair”

“no, you’re getting a wig jack”

“I don’t want a wig I want George”

“y/n has bright hair and they’re not complaining”

“what do you have against people with colourful hair jack hmm?”

•••

“I'm not happy”

“you look lovely jack”

“we’re getting so many looks”

tubbo stopped everyone to ‘fix’ jacks wig which resulted in everyone laughing once you had finally stopped laughing you noticed tubbo had walked off and you were convinced jack had randomly decided to record strangers until you saw tubbo going up and down escalators

“oh there he goes again”

“pov you’re thinking about bees”

“where to next boys?”

Tommy pointed towards the lift

“Is this a lift for us”

Tommy noticed the safety sign and automatically made comments about it

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if I wasn’t carrying a knife”

“oh same Tommy”

“look you can see me”

taking that as an invitation to join the vlog you stood behind tubbo and pointed at the sign again and looked at Tommy and jack

“keeping us all safe is what I would say if we weren’t about to do this-“

the three of you went to jump up and down

“NO”

the four of you quietly left the lift however you were convinced that the public heard Tommy comment on having a knife and you threatening to jump as once the lift opened everyone was staring at you but it could also be due to the fact you had brightly coloured hair and somehow convinced jack to keep the wig on, you all spent a long time trying to convince Tommy to get a new outfit, eventually you went into another shop a certain keyboard caught your eye

“I’ve found my home, ill stay here at the gamer bunker”

you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to buy the keyboard that had caught your eye, once tubbo noticed it was too late you stood holding the bag with your purchase leaving you stood in the middle of the shop defending your purchase to him claiming that it was a business expense and not just because you thought it looked cool.

“you told me you wanted to save your money”

“it lights up tubbo and it fits the vibe of my room”

Tommy placed his arm on your head treating you as an armrest as you were shorter than him and he knew it annoyed you

“they have a point tubbo it lights up”

once the recording ended you made your way back to the car

“say y/n you wouldn’t mind if me Tommy and jack stayed the night as tomorrow we were thinking-“

“sure thing”

“YESSSSSS”

•••

the next day you were woken up at 9 am by Tommy stood at the foot of your bed

“hi y/n”

“WHAT THE FUCK- oh hi Tommy Jesus christ do you know how horrifying that was to wake up to”

“Sorry bout that but if I didn’t wake you up now you’d only wake up in the afternoon and we need to go soon I’ll leave you to get ready”

you noticed a note was next to a jumper on the floor ‘hi, thanks for letting us stay the night I really liked your hoodie so I decided to wear it today here’s mine in exchange- Tubbo :D’

normally you’d be concerned that someone stole your hoodie as you live with your parents however today was an exception once you were all ready you set off jack pulled into a McDonald's drive-through so you could all get breakfast

“nice hoodie y/n”

“Thanks, someone took mine and decided to make a trade”

“you’re welcome”

the journey was quiet again you sat next to tubbo in the back Tommy sat at the front screaming at jack and trying to distract him and people around you decided to took a picture with tubbo who now had his arm wrapped around you as it was rather cold in the car and posted it to Twitter ‘@ ranboosaysstuff wish you were here :D’ less than a minute later you received 2 notifications ‘ranboosaysstuff replied to your tweet: same’ ‘ ranboosaysstuff has tweeted: *the spongebob gif*’

•••

soon enough you all arrived at mint golf to say you we’re excited would be an understatement

“can I get the shortest club you have”

you stood hiding your face in the jumper tubbo left you whilst you laughed a few minutes later you received a call from ranboo the others said they’d sort everything for you whilst you answered

“what’s up tall one”

“stay safe okay”

“ranboo it’s mini-golf I’m not fighting criminals”

“yes but I know how clumsy you are”

“first of all rude second of all fuck you third of all jealousy isn’t a good look on you” you managed to say through laughter

“jokes aside please come to the UK boo”

“oh sure I’ll go book a plane ticket now” *ranboo ended the call*

ranboo made jokes like that before however this time sounded a lot more serious and you had no idea why he called you so you made a mental note to call him again later. once with friends again you were met with Tommy telling the worker all about you all

“yeah we’re big on the influencing”

“What on earth did I walk in on”

“no time to explain let’s go golf”

you were handed a club and a ball and were dragged away by jack

•••

tubbo joked about getting a hole on one as soon as it was his go, you bet £10 with jack he wouldn't

“hand over the money y/n”

you looked at Tommy who was now recording you handing jack the money “so today we have learnt to not underestimate your friends and that gambling is bad. you lose your money to a tall bald guy”

to put it politely you and Tommy found out that mini golf is not your calling in life

“ill stick to streaming“

“you’re both losing by the way”

“yeah well- why and how does tubbo have soup”

tubbo stood cradling the soup as though it was a child

“Some things I can’t explain to you”

you stood tilting your head to the side questioning where the hell he got soup from

“eh”

“soups like a small child I take care of it as if it was my own”

you couldn’t contain your laughter at this point the confused faces of your friends alongside tubbos happiness of soup sent you over the edge so you decided to just sit down before you fall as your knees were already weak from laughing too much

“where did you get the soup from”

“I manifested it”

•••

after a few solid minutes of arguing over soup you and Tommy dropping the phone you all continued with bowling.

“tubbo get out of the way of my dream ball”

you stood recording jack cheering him on tubbo had different plans and kicked the ball away resulting in jack giving up and copying what you had been doing most of the rounds, after missing the hole 3 times each go, picking up the ball and placing it in the hole however again he missed

“you can’t be serious”

“golf isn’t for everyone big man”

Tommy took the phone from you to record “pov you’re me golfing”

•••

“how do we get across there”

“probably the bridge”

Tommy pulled to rope moving the bridge across the gap

“Why thank you, Tommy, wouldn’t have been able to do it without you”

you laughed

“you're extremely welcome y/n it was extremely easy because I’m a big muscly man”

golf was finally going well till you hit the ball a bit too hard causing it to go over the fence tubbo was able to get the ball back

“I’ve been watching a lot of doctor shows” you stood amazed at how far you made the ball go

“see the issue is its mini golf. if this was regular golf I'd have got a hole in one I'm telling you”

•••

“I'm never being in your vlog again”

jack looked at you and tubbo who was now laughing at you pretending to worship the can of soup in the hole

“Tommy please come back”

the rest of the game was chaos, you kept missing the hole then claiming to rage quit golf tubbo and Tommy kept making jokes jack left his drink somewhere then had to go back and find it, no one had been paying attention to you which allowed you to take the score sheet and make it so you had won the game eventually he game was over you had declared yourself the champion of golf despite the fact everyone was better than you including Tommy

•••

the journey back was chaos you called ranboo who claimed he only called you to plan a video/stream with you however it was clear that wasn’t the reason tubbo whispered to you so no one could hear

“I think he wants to be here with us I think he’s jealous”

you laughed and nodded

“of course”

eventually, you all made it back to yours, ranboo said goodbye to everyone then ended the call now it was time for you to say your goodbyes. since your love language was physical touch you hugged everyone. As you walked into your house Tommy yelled “Y/N HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PLANES”

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[ravenrune]

This is my 900th. post and I am celebrating with some flash fics. One Leon x reader, one Carlos x reader. Both based on a randomly generated word. Total word count around 1400.

Enjoy?

Postcard. (Carlos x reader.)

Down. Carlos was feeling a bit down when he finally came home that night. He’d spent the entire day working his ass off, arguing with his superiors and questioning whether or not it was time to find a new job yet again. He was feeling down, and he didn’t know what to do about it this time.

Being away from his love wasn’t helping, either. He really missed you during the days off, but then he usually just ended up just chilling and gaming with his friends. It helped him take his mind off of things. But he missed you even more when he wasn’t feeling well and had nobody to come home to. At least not for a little while.

He grabbed a beer and the mail and plopped down on the couch before starting to sort through things. Bills, official letters from his current employer and a handful of pamphlets he wasn’t interested in. Nothing good ever came through that letterbox, Carlos thought as he threw the mail back onto the coffee table. As the mail landed on the table, a postcard fell out. One he hadn’t spotted because it had been hidden between the pamphlets. Suddenly curious, he picked it up. There was a silly picture on it of a polar bear drinking tea, and Carlos knew of only one person who ever bought such weird postcards. He smiled. “Where the hell did you find this abomination, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath as he turned it around to read it. Hello my love! I miss you! It’s only been a month, but those stupid phonecalls aren’t enough to keep me going. I wish you were here so I could finally crawl back into your arms and fall asleep with my head on your chest. It hurts a bit, sometimes. No, it hurts a lot, sometimes. The weather here is terrible, I am constantly melting. The scenery consists of concrete stacked upon more concrete and then also there’s a lot of concrete. I would kill to see the woods again. I miss our walks. Only two more weeks to go, though! Or thirteen days. Eleven when you get this! You better be ready for me to come back, because I won’t be able to leave you alone for the first couple of days after I get to touch you again. I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here. I hope you’re doing okay and taking good care of yourself. If I find out you’ve only been eating pizza, I will probably turn you into a pizza. I’m running out of space to write now. Sending you all of my love (and also some to the cat and the dog), I miss them too. xxx Y/N <3 The things you’d written made Carlos laugh. He could almost sense your chaotic personality near him, just by reading your postcard. It hurt him that you weren’t there with him, but just reading you for a minute had brightened up his mood a bit. He hadn’t been okay when he came home, but as he pressed the postcard against his chest, he sighed. Only eleven more days until he’d be with you again. He could handle eleven more days.

After setting the postcard on the table where he could look at the idiotic polar bear whenever he felt like it, he turned on his phone and checked to see if you were online somewhere. Feeling a bit disappointed when he noticed you weren’t, he turned his phone back off. He wasn’t going to wake you up in the middle of the night, but he’d definitely be calling you first thing tomorrow.

Hidden. (Leon x reader) Leon thought it was strange how one of his coworkers, Y/N, always managed to vanish during parties. One moment you were still there, the next you were gone. It was as if you’d vanished into thin air. It kind of disappointed him. He’d been kind of interested in you for quite a while already, but whenever there was an office party, he never got a chance to talk to you. A bit bored, he looked around. Hunnigan was having a conversation with that asshole from the third floor of whom Leon had no idea what their job even was. Hunnigan seemed pretty amused, though, so Leon decided to leave them be. He could’ve sworn he’d seen Ashley around earlier, but she’d disappeared too. Probably off to get herself in trouble again, just like she had been doing constantly over the past couple of months. Those days she’d spent in that village had naturally done a number on her mental health, and while Leon didn’t necessarily approve of her recent behaviour, he really couldn't blame her for acting out. That left him to talk to the people he wasn’t that close to. It wasn’t that Leon disliked most of his colleagues, it was just that he wasn’t in the mood to deal with most of them tonight. He’d only shown up in the hopes of Y/N being there, too, and he’d fished behind the net. Again. Sighing, Leon made his way over to the bar, where he ordered another drink. Leaning against the bar, he scanned the room again. Still no sign of Y/N. He briefly wondered if perhaps you hadn’t actually left the building, but were instead spending some time elsewhere. Because he was bored and didn’t think anything exciting was going to happen at this party, Leon decided to check the building if Y/N was still around. If you were, he might get a chance to have you to himself for a bit. He searched several offices, the cafeteria, the break room and most of the hallways, but you weren’t anywhere to be found. He was about to give up before decided to check outside. He hadn’t thought of checking outside yet because it was cold, but a little bit of fresh air sounded pretty nice by now. And then, as Leon made his way outside, he saw you sitting there. Right around the corner, on a little bench, you were staring at your phone, wondering when it would be appropriate to leave the party. Leon sat down next to you, something that startled you. “Whoa, Y/N, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you…” You smiled. “It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said softly. You turned off your phone and glanced at Leon. “What brings you here?” Leon shrugged and shot you a crooked smile. “I was looking for you.” “Why?” You tried to suppress the urge to stare at his neck and hummed. “I don’t like crowds.” Leon looked at you. “Yeah, I noticed. Neither do I, really,” he replied. “Why not just go home?” “I dunno. I guess because it feels inappropriate to leave early?” “Mmm, yeah, I understand what you mean. Want a drink?” Leon asked, showing you his half-empty glass. “It’s scotch.” You mustered up the courage to look him in the face. That man was too handsome for his own good. You smiled. “Nah, thanks, I don’t drink.” Leon tilted his head. “Smart one, I guess.” He set the glass down on the ground. “How about a dance, then?” “A dance?” “Yeah. You can still hear the music here, but there’s nobody else around right now... “ He stood up and offered his hand. “Come on.” “What if somebody else comes outside and sees us?” Leon laughed. “Who cares?” He asked softly. “I came here to drink and to dance. I had a drink, now I want to dance.” He was still holding his hand in frontof you. “Come on Y/N, let’s make this party a little bit more fun for the both of us.”

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