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jeonbunnie · 10 months

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love is gone

pairing: reader x jeon jeongguk

anon suggested: “I had this idea for a fic it's angst with a lot of heartbreak with soft smut based on love is gone by Slander ft. Dylan Matthew, basically the oc and jungkook have been in a relationship for two years but recently she's felt him drifting away from her and things aren't the way it used to be so she plans a super cute date night in hopes of saving their relationship which he agrees too but he doesn't come home that evening....when he does come home the next day and mentions they have to talk she knows what he's going to say but she thinks if she can show him one more time he'll feel how much she loves him...but in the end his love is gone.”

summary: Jeongguk tries to let you down easy.

genre: angst; smut; 18+;

content/warnings: POV shifts; boyfriend!jeongguk; established relationship;break up!au; hurt/comfort; make up sex (kinda lol); fingering,unprotected sex

soundtrack: love is gone— by slander ft.Dylan Matthew (highly recommend listening to the acoustic ver)

a/n: writing this made me… 😮‍💨 mark me down as sad and horny byeeeeeeeee. Also reader has brown eyes bc of reasons. Brown eyed girl supremacy, mwah!

word count: 1.4K

♪ It tears me up when you turn me down. I'm begging please, just stick around♪

"Baby, let's talk."

Something about the way he said it made your heart crack. The tone of his voice, the softness of Jeongguk's words, there's a finality to it all that made you anxious for what came next.

"Can you come with me for a minute?"

You didn't want to have this conversation. You already knew where it would lead.

Everything in you wants to say no. But it's the first time you've seen Jeongguk in 24 hours and the first time he's held your hand in weeks, so you let him lead you outside, helpless against his touch.

You couldn't face him when you sat down on the park bench, and you're sure the words you've been avoiding will be written all over his expression, so instead, you look out at the horizon.

It was hurting you. Sitting at the bench with Jeongguk so close but so far away, the distance between you verging on strangers.

You had half a mind to lash out and accuse him of breaking up with you in public so you could accept it quietly and not cause a scene. But you know him.

You know your boyfriend was kind and gentle-hearted. He probably brought you out here because you loved sunsets, and he wanted to give you a nice memory even as he said goodbye.

In the distance, the sunset was a red-orangey glow, casting everything the light touched in golden warmth—but you can't feel it. All you feel is ice-cold dread for what's about to happen.

So you beat him to the punch. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

All the air rushed out of Jeongguk in a sigh. "Am I that obvious?"

You would have laughed at his question if it hadn't hurt you so much. "You've been avoiding me all week. Last night, you asked me for space, and now you want to 'talk.' We haven't talked in days. I might be blindly in love with you, but I'm not an idiot," you said, trying hard to keep the words from coming out bitter.

Jeongguk ran a hand through his hair, nerves on edge. Masked behind your anger, he could hear the hurt in your voice, and he hated being the cause of it. This wasn't easy for him, letting you go. But he couldn't keep you either.

"I think," he started. "I think we should start seeing other people."

At his confirmation, a hot tear slid down your cheek. Before you could wipe the tear yourself, Jeongguk reached out, closing the distance between you, and brushed the tear away with his thumb. He never could stand seeing you cry.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, barely keeping yourself together.

"No. Of course not. It's not you—"

"—It's me?" You finished, offering him a wobbly smile. "You don't have to say that just to be nice."

The look on your face made Jeongguk's chest ache so much he could barely breathe. "I don't wanna hurt you. . ."

"But you don't want to stay either?"

He doesn't answer that question; somehow, the silence between you only makes you feel worse.

"I see. . . "you said, nodding your head. "So that's why you didn't come home last night."

You fell asleep on the couch, waiting for him to find his way back to you so the picnic basket you packed remained untouched on the counter. You thought you could remind him of how great things used to be by recreating your first date at the park.

It involved fairy lights, wine, and homemade sweets filled with the love you hoped to remind him of. The love you hoped was still there.

Now you realize Jeongguk was never going to come back home to you. Not last night or any night after.

In a way, you're grateful. Considering the surprise you had planned, it would have been embarrassing if he had come home the night before.

Of course, you still made it to the park, but the situation was dramatically different now. But instead of making up, you were breaking apart.

"I'm sure you noticed how different things are between us now," said Jeonggguk. "Last night, I needed time alone to think. I tried to imagine myself without you. And the thing is, I could….and it all felt so."

You bit your lip, holding back more tears. "Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?"

Jeongguk was quiet for a moment, and hope built in your chest, but it died just as quickly when you saw him shake his head no.

Jeongguk forced his face to stay neutral. "I will always love you, but just not in the way I wish I still could."

"So this is it then? We're over? Just like that?"

You want to cry, scream, and beg, but Jeongguk is still and calm beside you. So calm you know he's already decided to end things, and you know him well enough to know how stubborn he is that he won't change his mind now that he's made it up.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I understand if you don't want to be around me, I've already made plans to stay at Joons tonight if you prefer me gone."

That was the last thing you wanted. "No," You said, pushing down the sobs that threatened to come from your mouth. "Can you stay, please?"

Jeongguk hesitated, looking away from the face of the setting sun. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea…" He didn't want to give you the wrong impression that there was any way to salvage your relationship. And more than that, he didn't want to lose his resolve because a night with you would make it that much harder to walk away.

"Just for tonight? I don't wanna be alone." It felt stupid to want him there now when he was the cause of your pain, but Jeongguk was one of the few people in your life who knew how to comfort you. You wanted him close, even at the most inopportune moment.

The word 'no' was at the tip of his tongue, but he turned to look at you, and the hurt he found there in your big brown eyes had him saying 'yes.'

And he knows he shouldn't, but Jeongguk can't help but comfort you like he always has. Even though you broke up, it didn't change the fact that he still cared for you, still had love for you. He told himself it was just a reflex that had him reaching for your hand on the walk back home.

It's reflex that has him curling up next to you in bed and wrapping his arms around your waist to be the big spoon, as always.

Reflex that has him kissing away your tears, neck, and shoulder.

Reflex that has his hands sliding underneath your clothes to rub you through your underwear, desperate to make you feel good.

At least, that's what he tells himself.

And before he knows it, he's sinking into you with a groan, getting lost in the familiar warmth of your body.

You're so wet it was easy to slip inside, and even though he's already inside you, so close, naked body flush against yours—it's not enough.

Jeongguk still wanted more.

He couldn't help but grip your thigh, lifting your leg to push in deeper, to feel more of you as his cock slid in and out of your heat.

It has to be a reflex because it can't be love that has his hips driving into you, over and over and over again.

It can't be love that has him moaning into your mouth, kissing you until you are both out of breath, till you clench around him and he spills inside you, filling you up so perfectly.

Because if it is love and not the memory of loving you that makes it so hard to pull away hours later when your tears have dried, and your heart beats steady as you sleep dreamless on the side of the bed that used to be his—then Jeongguk is making a mistake. It was possibly the biggest mistake of his life.

Jeongguk isn't sure he can live with being the one to break both of your hearts. But he'd rather end it all before your relationship's indifference could turn to something cruel. He'd finish it now before you could hurt each other further.

If he had thought about it more, Jeongguk might have seen the love hidden in his actions. That there was something here worth saving, worth fighting for.

But that wasn't what he wanted. Jeonguk didn't want to think of everything he was giving up walking away from you.

It was much easier to pretend his love for you was gone.

#bts fic #btshoneyhive #bangtanbathhouse #jungkook smut #jungkook angst #bts scenario #bts drabble #jungkook fic #jeongguk fic #jungkook drabble #jeongguk drabble #jeongguk x reader #poc reader #songfic #req fill.📦#my fics.🍪

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cherubispunk · 5 months

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Damn, what a year right? As I’m sitting here stuffing my face with Christmas chocolate, I’m thinking about some of the bad stuff, but also all the good things. I joined the fandom at the the beginning of this year and in the middle of that I lost my account and hand to repost everything 😱😭

I know. SHITTY. But!!!! I’m taking some time to thank you all for making this one of the best fandom experiences I’ve had. Thank you for your interactions with cherub. Your love, support, re blogs, comments, all of it. It means the utter world to me and I cannot stress that enough. You are all such wonderful people.

There are loads of you out there who I want to thank but I’m going to stick to a few that have been my rock through the shitstorm of 2023.

First, @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin. Ange. You are one of the kindest most genuine people I know. Being your mutual is an honour. You’re so generous and always there for me to rant and rave or obsess with. For that I cannot be more grateful to you. Your fics are beautiful and so is your mind. The love you show me and cherub is more than I could ever ask for. So thank you. Xx

@chaotic-mystery and @tightjeansjavi I know we don’t talk as much as we used to when I first joined the fandom. But just know I think of you two often. I love love love!!! your work and if I’m having a bad day I always pop back to it to make myself smile. I hope you two are doing better and that the new year shines in your favour.

@planet-marz1 mari!! Where do I even start? Your mari mail makes me giggle every time I see hbo Joel and pixel daddy Joel in a tutu or a tiara, or even as a snail. I’d love them as a worm, and I’d love you as a worm. I’m so excited to see what more you have in store for us with your writing because from what I’ve seen so far you are insanely talented!

@joelslegalwhre Em, you’re so sweet. You really are! And I’m so happy that we’re mutuals. I can’t wait to obsess over more Joel with you and get to know you more too. I love seeing you pop up in my inbox every now and then.

@jenna-ortega OH MY GOD I don’t THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE VERTIGO BRAINROT I STILL HAVE!!!!! I often re-read it as a bedtime story because the premise of that fic is just chef’s kiss! Can’t wait to read more in the new year of you choose to continue bby

@chloeangelic thank you so much for your kind words on cherub part one and two. It really means the work that you loved it so much. Your reblog made my Christmas. I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time and read it over and over trying to let it sink in that such a great writer ENJOYED MY WORK!! So thank you again l, sending much love your way, chloe. Mwah!

A few more honourable mentions go out to @swiftispunk @netherfeildren @janaispunk @saradika @morning-star-joy @psychedelic-ink @persephone-girl @walkintotheriveranddisappear @worhols @pedrit0-pascalit0 @morallyinept @cupofjoel @cavillscurls @joelsgreys @joelsflannel @joelscruff @joelsversion @wannab-urs @notjustjavierpena @millerscoffee @beskarandblasters @dilfspitdrinker @bbyanarchist @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @reddedmiller @toxicanonymity @thetriumphantpanda @cool-iguana and so many more for their work and the interactions we’ve shared over the year.

I hope with all my fanfic writer heart that the new year inspires you and shows you love, warmth and happiness. Keep smiling cherubs! Xxxxxx

#love from lu #2023 recap

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caramelberzatto · 7 months

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Hi! my birthday is coming up (oct 16) and you are by far my favorite carmy writer 😭💜.

Idk if it's too much to ask for a roommates to lovers blurb or one shot where carmy is in love with the reader and is overwhelmed about how much the reader takes care of him in subtle ways and one day he just kisses her (and possibly gets smutty 👀) and they finally declare their love for each other?

HI HAPPY BIRTHDAY I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE I HOPE YOU HAD THE BEST DAY MWAH 🩷🩷🩷

Okay so, like, I'm thinking about it being a kind of small, non-confession?? But at the same time, they both know exactly what the other means. Just something soft, and you're each other comfort person.

It's late one night, and you're still awake, hunched over the dining table reading or working on something, waiting for Carmy. And when Carmy finally gets home, seeing you there, and the way you smile at him, his heart does that thing it always does when it comes to you.

"Hey, I was starting to get worried." Closing your laptop, you stand up and stretch your arms above your head. "There's leftover casserole in the fridge if you're hungry."

"I'm okay, but thank you." Carmy stifled a yawn, toeing his shoes off by the door. "Seriously," he muttered as he approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders, squeezing gently. "Thank you. Not just for the leftovers, but for everything."

You cocked your head, trying not to focus on the way your stomach flipped from such a simple touch. "What do you mean?"

He shrugged, pulling away, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Just, like, everything. Helping me and stuff. Bein' nice. Making sure the rent goes through, like, at the right time because im always busy and I forget sometimes."

You nodded, smiling softly to yourself. "It's nothing."

"No, hey," he touched your cheek, tilting your face so you looked at him. It was the most intimate touch you'd ever shared, and it made your knees weak. "It's not nothing. You’re a godsend, seriously."

"Oh, well I-"

"Don't downplay it. I'm very, um," he cleared his throat, meeting your gaze. "I'm really fuckin' grateful for you."

The two of you had been living together for a year now, and honestly, it had been the best year of Carmy’s life. Not for any particular reason, just for the fact that he didn't have to worry about being too loud or worse, too quiet. He didn't have to worry about playing conflict diffusion. He didn't have to worry about home, for once.

Carmy’s gaze lingered on you, dipping to your lips, then back up. The dim light of the kitchen lit the side of his face, blurring and softening the curves and edges of his chin, cheek, and jaw. And his lips.... you found yourself imagining, not for the first time, how perfect they'd fit against yours.

"Carm-" It was a sigh, unfinished, because he'd kissed the word away. The gentleness of his hand on the small of your back, pressing you closer, sent a flicker of warmth through your whole body.

And when he pulled back, far too soon, and cupped your face in his hands as though you were something holy, you shuddered. Carmy's heavy-lidded gaze was almost picturesque, and you wanted to capture this moment here, with him, in your little kitchen, and remember it forever.

#the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #jeremy allen white #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you

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softggh0ul · 5 months

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new years appreciation post!!!

sorry if there are any grammar errors wrote this last night but forgot to post it

i only came on tumblr to read ppl's work, cuz one day i was bored and wattpad doesnt have that many good fics lol, so i came here. saw many amazing fics of ppl, that i really enjoyed. tbh the only reason i started to write was cuz i was bored 😭😭💀 like dawg im not lying, just woke up one day and was like "hmm let me write smth fr"😭😭 and thats what i did, i was like i'll delete it if it doesnt get many notes or smth

@gildedkrone mr vine boom!!! you were one my first moots i think, bro i remember i was on tiktok, suddenly i get the notifaction that you followed me back, first thought that came to my head was "he's deff drunk cuz why did he just follow me back??" 😭 until you came in my inbox and told me to post the price drabble, you were the first person to encourage my silly writing. ive prob gotten this far cuz of you yk. ive always liked the stuff you wrote they are just so yummy! not to mention you are a very sweet and funny person, must say i really enjoy talking to you!! wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah

@dilfverz yoruuuuu!!! really really like your writing, its just sooo gooood. i was shocked to see you had followed me back, like i didnt get why someone as cool as you followed ME back 😭😭, tho i am glad we became moots, youre a fun person to talk to, i like your humor, always got me laughing, even tho i do get hella awkward sometimes lol 😭💀wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@seveett vincent!! my dear pooper trooper! you are a funny nd kind person, still will call you weird for picking up your cats with them damn grippers 😭💀. i didnt believe it at first when you followed me back, i again thought it was some silly glitch nd tumblr is playing with me lol, but it wasn't lol, and im glad!! and since im being nice i will be giving your dogs back, cant seem to find the emoji on this damn pc but anyways. wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@bonesnmore mr green alien!!! first of all i find your green alien cute nd silly, i love it smm!! ive always enjoyed your work, and to see you follow me back was just like WOAHHH!!!!, since i didnt expect it at all 😭 ( i never do), we dont interact that that much but youre always so sweet when we do, wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@ccreekside creek!! my partner in crime!! if chaos was a person it would be you 😭😭, you are a very funny person, love the fake fights that you start! you are a very sweet person too, i love going in your inbox to say random stuff or what not, not to mention your writing is sooo good!!! remember when you need to bully someone just call me i'll be there in matter of seconds!! wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@gazmialmagemela embry!!!!! you are a very funny and kind person, i always love interacting with you, the down bad shit you say about characters is sooo funny😭💀😭😭, makes me laugh so hard, also your writing is sooo yummyyy!!! like dayummmm!! always has me acting up frrrr, im your 1 supporter frrrrrrr you are also someone that can bring a sense of comfort to someone! wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@agoofyannoyancetolaw hiiiii!! you seem like a really kind and funny person, but yk im always so scared to interact with my moots 😭😭 i do hope we interact more this year, i truly love your writing especially your graves fics they are so good broo like dayummm. YOU NEED MORE RECOGNITION FRRR!! wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@colt-redfield colt!!! i was happy to see you had followed me, you seem like such a funny person, still confused as to who yer married to but i'll figure it out soon enough 😭😭 must say i really love your writing its always so good bro!! wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

@miguel-owhora(i thought i had smth abt you but didnt 😭😭)anyways mr tree (calling you tht rn cuz yer 6 Ft FUCKIN 5) you give off such older brother vibes tbh 😭😭 out here giving advice and everything yet being mean to creek and me😒 . also not to mention that like when smth annoys you, you just say it yk, you like to make shit clear when its needed and i find that admirable lol , also like the way you write miguel like alot ! wish you all the luck this year and hope we grow closer mwah mwah!!

this is to my moots who i barley or don't interact with lol; you guys seem like nice and cool ppl, i can never bring myself to interact first most of the time since i'm awkward bro 😭😭so my apologies for that lol, hope we do get to interact this year, wish all of you the best of luck this year, may all your wishes come true!!! mwah mwah!!

@astroknottt @kyoscrayons @cosmicalwalrus @transi1vanianhunger @mlm-cowboys @milky--away @batfleshh @prettyboyformasks @luci4theminorannoyance @theyluvvmeesblog @demovamp @yourftmfriend @y-yearning @amansabastris @malewh0re @planetrhythm @arthurmorgansballsack @kylesgarrick

(hope i didn't miss anyone bro)

sorry if i kept saying the same things over nd over again lol 😭🙏

#✧.*ghoul’s note #✧.*moot's #rahhh

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pinkcherryblossom18 · 1 year

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Hiya! Can I request a Jason x vigilante!reader fic?

Basically they were friends, became Robin and Nightwing sidekick, shit happens reader gets kicked out; years later is a villain only to be a vigilante in the end

It’s just a rollercoaster of angst, platonic!friends to enemy to lovers, I love to suffer :’D 🔥

Me to your brain: Mwah, Mwah *kisses*

Summary: From growing up together on the streets to becoming sidekicks, you and Jason had been together since the beginning. But now, after his death, had you always been meant to go down this path, or had Jason's death pushed you farther down it? Now, years later, the big, bad Bat needs help from you and sends the one person that, despite everything, you just can't ignore.

TW: Homelessness, starvation, attempted robbery, death, blood, guns, friends to enemies, enemies to lovers, insecurity, hurt no comfort, angst, a tiny bit of fluff, one small kiss, bittersweet ending, Bruce Wayne tries at being a good dad.

It’s cold, Gotham usually always is but it seems that tonight it’s worse than normal. You're shivering and beside you, Jason is as well. Neither of you have jackets, the older street kids had shucked you both of them then tossed you both to the side. Now, huddled together near a fire that Lenny had set and decided to let you two near, it’s tonight that you're sure you're going to freeze.

There have been many nights that you have been convinced of that but it’s tonight that you're dead sure that the freezing temperature of the cold and unforgiving city of Gotham is going to kill you both. Better together than apart, that had been something that the both of you had stuck to after his mother overdosed and yours up and left you on the side of the road. Better to suffer with someone than do so alone, admitting defeat by yourself would be self-pitying but doing so together could at least count as something higher than that.

Jason leaves, going to go and find some dark corner to pee in and you stare at the cloudy night sky, hoping to at least spot the moon tonight but no such luck has found you. Though, luck seems to pass by people like you and Jason, both of you and every other Crime Alley resident born to die at the hands of the cold, the disease, and the unfavorables that walked the streets of the city. Those unfavorables were still doomed but they had turned to something worse in themselves, and had submitted to the desires that roamed through everyone in Crime Alley.

Footsteps pounded against the asphalt and you looked in that direction, expecting to find that older group of kids from earlier running from the cops. You and Jason had been lucky so far that you two had avoided them, close calls the farthest you two had come to being caught thankfully.

Jason comes around the corner, a big smile on his face and a kind of hope in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a while. He runs up to you and immediately grabs your hand, pulling you up and steadying you as much as he can when you stumble. The close fall doesn’t deter him though, pulling you along after him as he starts to run again but with you in his grip. “Come on, I found something,” he says excitedly.

A grumble in your stomach sparks hope in your mind that it’s food, wouldn’t matter if it was moldy or not but with you both barely finding anything the last few days, it wouldn’t matter at the moment. “Food?” You ask hopefully, the loud accompanying grumble of your stomach agrees with your train of thought.

Looking behind his shoulder at you, Jason shakes his head no and you feel hope slip away along with the painful feeling of your stomach deciding if it wants to eat itself or not. “Better. I promise come on.” He tugs on your arm again and it's at that moment that you realize that you had stopped moving. You sigh and go along with him again to only smash into his back when he stops before whirling around with Jason dragging you back into the direction of Lenny. “Oh, Len, can I borrow that tire iron?” He calls out to the old man.

The old man shifts in his big and most likely stolen jacket. A frown is on his face, one is always on the man's face, like it's permanently stuck there no matter what. “What for kid?” The man grumbles, his naturally unhappy voice sounding grumpier than usual.

Jason lets go of your hand and walks closer to Lenny, not getting too close in case the man feels like his unhappy attitude deserves an outlet. Placing his hands on his hips, a small laugh comes out of you when Jason starts sassing the man. “What would I use a tire iron for Lenny?” He asked.

The old man mumbles to himself, you can catch some of it, and each and every word has you stifling a laugh along with the shivers that the night is giving you. “Split half with me ungrateful,” Lenny spits out, handing Jason the tire iron. Jason grabs it and moves away quickly from the grouchy old man.

Joining your side once more, Jason grabs your hand and starts pulling you with him once more. “Got it, Len!” He yells over his shoulder before you two go around the corner.

A huff comes from your lips as Jason keeps tugging you along. “I’m sure if you keep tugging on my arm it’s going to fall off,” you tell him and a glare comes from you when you're sure that he rolled his eyes. He tugs again and you look around as you go, watching for anything that might be the cops or a camera you two can’t hide from.

Whatever Jason found it’s far and you wonder how far he had gone to go pee but when you two stop. You’re ready to complain again but when you spot what he was so excited about, all complaints leave your throat. “Holy shit,” you said, not sure what else to say about the sight right in front of you.

Right in front of your eyes is the ever-so-famous batmobile. You hadn’t seen it before but the talks of the older people on the street had you infuriated with it. Now with you seeing it with your own eyes, you can’t help but stare in amazement. It’s sleek and clean, it doesn’t belong in Crime Alley of all places but with the help of Jason’s hand directing your gaze to what he had seen, a laugh comes from you.

You wouldn’t have taken Batman, the legend and haunter of the Gotham streets, to be so stupid to leave his unprotected rims in the cursed place of Park Row.

Looking over at Jason, that smile from before got wider and you were sure that your own smile matched his. Then that smile fell and you looked around again, the wonder and amazement left you and the lessons that had been beaten in you had returned. “Right,” Jason says to your words, already heading to the car and the unprotected rims of the tires.

You look around again, peering up at the roofs and the unseen shadows of the dark alley where anything unexpected could jump out at both you and Jason. Batman wasn’t stupid and he was a master of the shadows, two things that you had to worry about. “I don’t know Jay.” Your eyes bounce around again, uncertain and sure of something that was coming. “It's a bit risky, what if he comes back?” You asked, once again looking around wearily.

A small huff comes from Jason, the boy clearly not having the same worries as you do. “Come on.” He turns away from the tire he had started to crouch down in front of and looks at you with a deadpan expression. “The Bat is asking to be jacked, left it here and everything,” he says worry-free before crouching down again.

A small creak comes from beside you and you run away from it. You look down and see a mouse scurrying away before a cat jumps down from where it was perched, stalking the animal. “And you don’t find that suspicious?” You ask, walking toward Jason with a relieved sigh.

Jason looks over at you and now closer, you can see how your own worry is settling on him and realize that this is Jason you’re talking to. If anything, he would freak out later but he had always been better at pushing worry and second-guessing thoughts away than you. “Come on, one tire can feed us for a few weeks at the most,” he says and you nod.

Looking around again, you spot nothing and look back at Jason with a defeated groan. “Fine.” A smile comes on his face and you scowl at him, kicking his leg softly and he laughs “But if we get caught it's your fault,” you said, a small chuckle coming from you when his face falls.

He groans and grabs the tire iron he had set down at some point. “Really?” You plant your hands on your hips, there was no way he was dragging you down with him with something that he wanted to do. “Okay, okay I’ll take the blame.” He kicks you softly and gestures for you to turn around. “Now, be the lookout,” he orders.

An offended sound comes from you as you whirl around to look at the boy who has already started working on the tire. “I hate being lookout,” you complain, earlier died complaints rising again but in a new form.

“Shut up,” he says and you roll your eyes, resisting the urge to kick him harder this time.

Turning around, you look around continuing the constant moves that you had been doing the entire time.

Crime Alley was always a mystery, never knowing what was coming and never knowing how it would affect you. Always having your life on the line and always trying to ignore the stares that make you shiver in disgust.

In Crime Alley, running away was second nature, and learning how to throw a punch was not so much a necessity as it was a key to survival. Having people that you ran with, and a small crew to back you up was important but it was the constant feeling of close betrayal that would loom on those who were in a group.

You and Jason had grown up in opposite apartments, never far from each other and knowing each other as family. Relying on each other was something else that was second nature, knowing each other as lifelines rather than the burdens that your families would have you two believe the other was. Neither of you were burdens, not to each other at least.

Goosebumps crawl up your skin and you look around the roofs, making sure to try and not to miss a single detail. Eyes are watching you and Jason, you can feel it so clearly but you don’t know where they’re coming from. Whatever or whoever they're coming from, they're close and that was more than you needed as an excuse to get both you and Jason away from the alley.

Turning around, you go to tell Jason it’s time to go but a figure behind him stops you where you stand. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the figure, wondering how Jason couldn’t feel a presence beside him. “Uh Jay,” you squeak out, almost too scared to speak at all.

A groan comes from him and Jason doesn’t even look your way. “I know you hate being lookout but get over it,” he says.

Your eyes stay on the figure and the figure's eyes stay on you. “Jason!” You hiss at the boy.

“What!” He yells looking over to where he thought you were standing. You don’t look at him but the loud sound of the tire iron makes you flinch a bit despite the way you're still frozen in your spot. “Oh shit,” you hear him say as both of you gaze upon the dark and shadowy figure of The Batman himself.

— — — — —

Shame grips you in its claws and the hard stare that Bruce is giving you isn’t helping. The accident that happened only an hour ago is already starting to haunt you. The way that the man looked at you as he fell, the way that he had pressed a gun to your head, and how, even through the mask, you could feel the weight of Bruce’s disappointment on you.

I’m sorry was too light of an apology for what you had done but it’s all you can come up with for now. All you can manage through the tears that gather in your eyes and the closing in your throat, the muscle threatening to close in on itself. You feel like you can’t breathe and Bruce not saying anything, only standing there and looking at you in disappointment makes it much worse.

You looked up at him, Bruce didn't even bother with removing his cowl even in the safety of the Batcave. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, saying those useless but repeating words again despite that they won’t work.

The scowl deepens on his face and you can feel your domino mask start to dampen from the tears that start coming from your eyes. “That’s not good enough Mavis,” he says sternly and you choke back a sob. Nothing good will come from it and if anything, it’ll prove more that you didn’t deserve to be next to Batman, next Robin, or Nightwing—you didn’t deserve to be in this nighttime family that you had been welcomed to.

Looking down again, you want to hide the tears from Bruce but it's too late. You want to hide everything from him, you want to hide in general and never come back out. Not as Mavis and not even as yourself. Seeing Bruce as a disappointed Batman was one thing but seeing Bruce the man that had taken both you and Jason in being disappointed, you were sure it would kill you.

You choke back another sob, you choke back so many that you think that you may die from it. “What do you want me to say, Bruce?” You looked at him, domino mask falling off and you can feel the sympathetic eyes of both Jason and Dick. You're not sure which one is worse out of the three of them. “It was an accident, he was too heavy and I couldn’t reach him in time,” you explain yet again, repeating the words that you told yourself to get over the guilt that's eating you inside.

The man in front of you nods, his clenched jaw doesn’t go past you and the way that his eyes get angry whenever he looks at you too long is everything that you need to know that no matter which personality, the man in front of you is going to feel the exact same way. “Your suspended Mavis.” You nod at his words, agreeing with them and ignoring the wide-eyed look that Jason is giving you both. “Just until this all goes away,” he says softly and you look at him, seeing that part of him that contains the father personality of the two different personas.

Nodding once more, you start to walk away, wanting to leave the cave, the suit and the three people behind just for the night. “Okay,” you said, walking past Bruce, heading toward the stairs. Your legs hurt from the night and from the way you had landed on them after failing to catch that man but you're not using the elevator, you don’t deserve to use it tonight.

A scoff comes from behind you and you wish that Jason would let this go but it’s Jason and no matter what, he’s going to look after you the way that you’ve always looked out for him. “What? No this isn’t okay. B it was an accident, she didn’t mean to,” he says loudly, more upset than you are but you can't blame him. You’re sure that if you were in a different mindset or if this was Jason in your position, you would be just as mad.

You turn around and meet the green blue eyes that belong to Jason, trying to plead with him to let this go. “It’s fine Jay,” you said, your voice worn and ragged, raw with unshed tears that blur your vision.

The look on his face is worse than the one that Bruce held, this look of pure betrayal cuts you deeper than Bruce’s disappointment ever could. “You can’t tell me that you're alright with this?” He asked, bewildered at your choice to willingly step away from the cape.

You only shrug, nothing left in you to do much else. “It happened Jay, what's done is done and that's it,” you said as firmly as you could before turning around and walking away.

You can only hope, only wish that what happened never comes up again. That walking away from the cape will be your own way to prevent what you think is happening. You won’t be an unforgivable—you refuse to.

No matter how much watching that man fall and die made you feel.

— — — — —

The night is cold, one of the coldest of the year but with your thick coat and insulated pants, you can barely feel it. The fur lining the inside of the coat is soft and warm, providing a nice feeling against your skin, not scratchy or uncomfortable. Your pants aren’t worn or ragged, they’re not dirty or stolen, they’re new and just like your coat, they’re comfortable.

You feel much like Bruce at this moment, watching over your target, calculating and waiting but unlike Bruce, you're not going to approach this man. You're not going to arrest him either, that would be mercy for what he’s done and if you had learned anything over the years with Bruce, it's that those who get mercy become worse. The Joker was already horrible, already vile, and nasty and deserve to be put down with a shot between his eyes because even though that would be mercy as well, you can’t find yourself to be able to torture.

The man leans over his desk, a glass of whiskey in his hands that he hasn’t drunk yet but the way that he’s been staring at it, you don’t think it's going to be long. You raise up the gun in your hand, training it on the man, and wait. The gun has a muffler so it won’t be too loud but you're sure the person behind you could hear it just as well as you could.

You look behind you, eyes meeting the brown leather jacket that the Red Hood wore before looking at the signature helmet. You had to give Jason some credit, while this had been someone else's, he had made it his own. Just like how you made the shadows your own. “Decided to stretch your legs?” You ask, turning around and facing him fully.

This wasn’t the real Jason or that was what you had convinced yourself even after you had seen his face. Your Jason was short, the same size as you were when both of you were young. This Jason wasn’t, he was muscular and strong and something in him wasn’t quite right. “Oh yeah, maybe I’ll do some outlet shopping later,” he said, leaning against the wall, hand gripping his gun tight. This was yet another thing that your Jason didn’t share with this one.

Yours would have trusted you enough to not look at him and pull the trigger.

A small laugh comes from you and you look over the edge of the roof, the man sitting there was drinking his whiskey and doing his paperwork. Looking back at Jason, you walked toward him and the hand on the gun gripped harder the closer you got. “You can’t, it’s too late for that,” you said, now standing right in front of him.

Jason looks at you and through his helmet, you can see the eye roll, the way that he always responded whenever you would try and intimidate him like everyone else. He would swear that it didn’t work on him and sometimes you believed him and if he were to say that now, you wouldn’t believe a word of what he says. “You know you're a difficult person to find,” he tells you, stretching out like you don’t have your gun trained at his crotch and that he doesn’t get a first-hand show at the man choking on his own vomit from the poison from this exact angle.

This is something you hated that you got from Bruce, something that showed that he had raised you, had trained you, and had honed the way that you would look around and see almost everything in the shadows. You hated the fact that you were a planner, thinking and listing every bad thing that could happen in your mind and one of those things was that either Jason, Bruce, or one of the others would show up tonight. “Didn’t want to be found,” you tell him simply, no use in trying to make him believe in anything different.

Nodding, you can almost picture the way his face looks under his helmet, confused and questioning but knowing better from the years of being by your side before his death. “And now?” He asked, crossing his arms, the gun still clutched tightly in his hand, ready to use if he found it necessary.

You looked down, feeling that crawling feeling come up into you that had always been in you whenever you were thirteen around Jason. “Let's call it sympathy,” you said, looking back up and shrugging. “You were running around like a headless chicken.” You smile at the memory from an hour ago, Jason searching along with Bruce and the new Robin by his side. No new Mavis though, you're sure there never will be, stick with one curse instead of two. “What do you want?” You know what he wants, he wants to know why you two are on opposite sides of each other unlike the years long ago but he’s not here to ask that. Jason’s not here for him, he’s here for Bruce.

Some things never change.

A small chuckle comes through the mask, it’s deeper than what it would normally be because of the voice changer but in its depths, is your Jason. “Can’t I just be here to talk, maybe share some stories around an imaginary campfire,” he says and you shake your head, some things thankfully hadn’t changed.

In your hand, you grip the gun tighter and check the barrel, making sure that the usual three bullets are in there. “Your stories suck, what does that Bat want?” You ask, getting bored with the conversation and impatient for the true one that you want to have but will probably never get.

Jason shrugs, trying to buy time. “Help, more money, Selina. Fucked if I know with the old man,” he says.

A sigh comes from you and you point the gun toward his foot. It's unprotected, something that you were surprised Bruce let him get away with. “You can put the gun up Jason, you don’t need it,” you tell him and from where you're standing, you can feel the doubt.

Using his own gun, Jason had it ready, making sure that, if needed, he could shoot you before you shot him. He gestures at your gun with his own. “Then put yours up or are you waiting to shoot me?” He asks, getting into a prepared stance for a fight that won’t come, not that he knows that.

You look at the gun and then at him, feigning obliviousness. “Oh, this. This isn’t for you,” you say, sticking out your arm behind you and shooting, aiming for the suit shoulders, the weak spots that he had shown you himself.

Bruce dodges it and goes to attack you and simply, you move away from him. You didn’t come here for a fight or to kill people who you weren’t paid to kill. Shooting Bruce and hitting him would be nothing more than a bonus.

The man before you is different to you but at the same time, it’s like he never changed. His blue eyes are cold but you can see the reluctance in them, the pleading that he wants to have with you to not fight you because both of you know you're not going to win. Though winning isn’t the goal, in a way he wants to prove that you're not like him, no matter how well you had made the shadows your own.

You weren’t Bruce and you weren’t Batman. You didn’t have a name or a face to go with it, that legend that Batman was stretched to you and the rumors that flew around were more ridiculous by each tongue that passed it. No name or face will do that, only by the edge of your coat did they know you and the knowledge that a few years after Mavis left you showed up, some had guessed that you two were one and the same.

A small laugh comes from you as Jason grabs your shoulder and you pull back your arm, elbowing him in the stomach and making him keel over. With your free hand, you reached back and pressed the button on his helmet. You moved away from him and Bruce before either could grab you and the sound of Jason’s helmet hitting the ground made a smile come to your face but it dropped when the face your eyes met with resembled nothing of your Jason. “Well wasn’t that fun,” you said, feeling the adrenaline pumping through you. This had to be the most action you had gotten since that first night as a mercenary.

Bruce glares through his cowl, jaw clenched and using those hard blue eyes filled with disappointment that used to work on you. You weren’t thirteen anymore, that look had retired its purpose with you before you had even left both the nighttime and daytime family Bruce had made. “You killed him,” he growled out and you rolled your eyes at him.

Leaning against the wall, you laughed at how the two before you stood, acting as if blocking the edge of the roof would stop you from leaving. “Thanks, Sherlock, I would have never known that if you didn’t tell me,” you said sarcastically.

The look on Bruce’s face stayed the same but you could see the way his shoulders slightly fell, it was the same way he looked at you after he realized that you had switched sides. It was the look he gave you after he realized that, no matter what promises or whatever words he said wouldn’t get you to come back to him. It was the look of giving up, it was the look that someone would give a lost cause when they realized so. “Why kill him? What do you get out of it?” He asked. They were useless questions for useless time with the queries that he already knew the answers for.

Showing you Jason hadn’t worked or at least didn’t in the way he had hoped, you didn’t immediately come back to him the way he wanted, and with this Jason before you, you didn’t think you would. This was uncharted and unknown territory for you, mountains and rivers had replaced the hills and ponds that were once between you and him, all of them well known and well explored in any way two kids from Crime Alley could when half-starved and dehydrated to hell.

You grazed your eyes over him, judging the way that he had changed as well. “Piece it together,” you spat at him, irritation starting to set in with Bruce and the imposter.

A grunt came from him, he was letting it go but if you stuck around long enough, then it would come back up again. He knew the answers, he had investigated them himself and you had let him but maybe, he wanted to hear it from you himself. “I need your help,” he said gruffly like he didn’t want to say the words.

You nodded at his words. “Why?” You asked, it was another stupid question to fill up the time to be near the uncharted territory of someone you used to know like the back of your hand.

He tilts his head a bit, and something akin to a memory flashes in front of your eyes of your Jason doing the same thing. “What?” He said almost like he hadn’t anticipated you saying no. Relying so much on Jason’s presence that he hadn’t thought of another way to approach you if the answer was no.

A scoff comes from you and you look at his unpreparedness in the same way he looked at your mistakes and accidents when you were still by his side as Mavis. “Out of that entire small army, why ask me? You have your Robins, Nightwing, and even Red Hood.” You point at Jason, pretending to not see the flinch at your harsh-sounding words when you did so. It tugged at your heart because even though the person in front of you wasn't Jason, somewhere deep down he was still your Jason. “Why ask me?”

“Because you are the only one who can do what I need done.”

“Don’t pull that shit on me!” You yell, stepping forward, you grip your gun tighter than ever before but you back away when Jason steps forward. “I’m not coming back Bruce and that’s it, now why do you really need my help?”

It’s quiet, none of you know how to talk to each other. Communication died between you and Bruce after the accident and it had worsened when Jason died but it was completely abolished when Bruce showed up with Tim. That was the night you left. When Bruce gave the boy the title of Robin, you left and for months afterward, you were ready to hear the news of a new Mavis showing up but no such news ever came.

The sidekick was dead, Batman wasn’t bringing the title back, and he didn’t need another curse. The one on the Robins was enough.

— — — — —

The job had been simple, a week's worth of working with the family that you had left. Being in the Batcave was bad enough but seeing Alfred had almost made you cry and you were sure it was the same with the older man. The training room had brought back memories and the sight of your old suit in case, displayed and memorialized had made you feel a wave of an anger-filled sadness.

Now, you stand in front of the Batcomputer, waiting for the cuffs to come around your wrists or for Bruce to try and convince you to stay. Footsteps come from behind you and you should have known that out of everybody, Jason would try and get you to stay the most. He had clung to you and you to him through the week, barely apart and if so, only for an hour at the most. It felt like before again but you had to face the truth this week had given you, you had to leave again and for good this time.

Jason stops right behind you and knowing that this would be the last time had tears started to well up in your eyes. You felt thirteen again, sobbing and soaking your mask at the unwavering and disappointed eyes of Bruce. “You could stay you know,” he says softly and you're sure that if the cave wasn’t empty except for the both of you, you wouldn’t have heard him.

Turning around, you meet the eyes of Jason. When he was young they were more blue than green but now, they looked greener than usual and you wanted to look away from them, afraid you wouldn’t do what needed to be done if you didn’t. “You know I was kinda expecting to be bombarded with questions,” you say with a small smile, wanting to lean against something to try and hold up your weak body but Jason deserves to hear you saying everything while standing up.

A smile came to his face and like his voice, it was soft like anything more than that would scare you away forever. “That’s only if you say no,” he joked and you laughed.

The laughter stayed for a few more minutes, going from that to chuckling then to small giggles here and there. Then a silence comes over the both of you and you lean forward, grabbing his hand and desperately wishing you could ignore how his very touch made you feel. “Jay, I can’t,” you whisper, feeling the tears start to fall with each and every blink that you made.

The grip on your hands tightens and those eyes that have grown on you over the past week bore into you with small tears of their own. “If it's Bruce I can talk to him,” he said and you can hear the underlying words no matter how many layers he tries to pack on top. The desperation reaching a height that you haven’t seen since the first time you and Jason had gone cold and hungry on the streets.

You sigh and look away from him, this was becoming harder than needed and you wondered if it would be like this if you had just left when his back was turned. “It’s not Bruce. Jay, I think I should go,” you choke out, the tears coming down faster, picking up pace from how much this is paining you.

Jason nods and grabs one of your hands, starting to walk toward the stairs and he looks back at you when you don’t move. Suddenly you're twelve again, starving, freezing, and way too skinny for someone your age. You’re being pulled around by your best friend and your only family to jack a car that belongs to Batman once more before it fades away into the present. “I’ll walk you out,” he offers with a small sad smile.

A sniffle comes from you and you can feel the tears going down your neck. “You know I don’t mean it like that,” you say softly, the words breaking your heart and you wished and cursed yourself for wanting to and not leaving while he wasn’t looking. Leaving meant that you couldn’t say goodbye but it also meant that you wouldn’t hurt as much as you were now.

A flash of anger comes on his face and he lets go of your hand before rushing up to you, grabbing your face in his hands. Despite his anger, the cradling is soft, and even with the calloused and scared hands that hold you, you feel more comfortable than you have in years. “Fuck Bruce, fuck this whole thing.” You now see the few tears that slipped down his own face as the anger fades away, his eyes pleading once more. “Stay, please,” he whispers beggingly.

You reach up, hands touching his wrist but not moving them and not pressuring them to let you go. You don’t want him to, you would rather have anything but that happen—you have to and you have to let him go too. “I have to. Gotham, this—everything. I can’t stay here Jay or I’ll do something worse than what I have been doing,” you explain to him.

Jason shakes his head rapidly, gripping tighter like if his touch even wavered you would disappear from his sight. “Then I'll stop you. I’ll be there for you and I won’t leave you like I did before,” he promises.

You sigh and look up into his eyes, hoping to capture how they look now forever. “You died Jason, don't blame yourself for what I’ve become.” Slowly, you tilt your head and softly kiss him and he leans in, drawing you in more. You two stay there for a few more seconds before pulling away, foreheads now touching. “I love you Jay, I hope you can carry that with you until you no longer need it,” you whisper to him.

His tears hit your skin and the tear makes a sob come from you. “I’ll need you forever,” he says and with those words, he lets you slip away from him for the last time.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader

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yae-energy · 11 months

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…jotaro with an rnb singer! fiancé? also best part by her and daniel caesar would go with this 🤭

“you’re the best part”

synopsis: jotaro finally ready to give love a second chance

cast: bodyguard! jotaro x rnb singer! black fem reader (jolyne is mentioned briefly)

universe: modern au?

wc: 1.1k wrds , 5.8k char

cw: angst to comfort (?) happy ending, established relationship, very cheesy (and shitty) writing , mostly proofread (i tried my best y’all but looking at my own work makes me cringe bad)

a/n: bro im so so so mega sorry if this is so trash/not what you asked for 😭 i am not good at actually writing so pls forgive me. i hope you like it tho <3 , also thank you v much for requesting 🫶🏽 mwah.

"utterly breathtaking."

those were the words that you used to describe the blazing hues of orange, yellow, and red that painted the horizon, as the sun ultimately began its descent. causing the sweltering summer heat to finally come to a halt as a result, and instead be replaced with a gentle breeze that danced through the air. wisps of your curls being disturbed in the process whilst your eyes remained glued to the sunset.

upon looking at you, he can't help but wonder why he didn't see it back then, why he didn't pay closer attention to the way the sun beautifully kissed your skin. or how you glowed underneath the moonlight, or even the gentle tone of voice you used whenever you spoke to him.

he felt stupid- foolish, one could say.

why did he wait so long? why did he wait so long to fully relish in the prickly feeling that arose whenever your hand just so happened to glide against his own? or admire how your lips looked whenever you applied your favorite gloss.

sometimes he just can't help but wonder, why?

then the answer clicks.

he simply wasn't allowed to. falling in love with you wasn't in his job description, he was your bodyguard. his job was to protect you, to shield you from the harsh realities of your successful career, and to barricade you from the rush of paparazzi attempting to make their way to you any chance they could. he was excellent at his job, so much so that even he knew to never cross that boundary with you.

he was far too afraid to, far too afraid to hurt you like he had done others in the past. like he had done to his former wife, his daughter even. he wasn't there as much as he should have been and he knew that, no matter how understanding they were about his career and the long, long, hours that came with it. the feeling haunted him.

and for the many, many, years after the fact, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that he harbored deep in his soul. he just couldn't allow that again. he couldn't allow himself to hurt someone else because of his own mistakes. mistakes no one held against him anymore, mistakes jolyne managed to forgive him for long ago.

so why couldn't he do the same for himself? why did he use it as a reminder to keep himself in check? as motivation to keep you as far away from him as possible- not that, that was an easy job in itself. he did work for you after all.

24/7 he was at your beck and call. walking you to all your favorite shops whenever you felt the urge to go, escorting you out of blacked-out vehicles and being your personal buffer between you, and the obnoxiously bright flashes of light being emitted from those large, ugly, cameras.

24/7 he was with you.

and a very large part of himself is livid for waiting so long to appreciate that.

to appreciate how you'd gift him small trinkets to show gratitude for all his hard work. to appreciate how you always made a conscious effort to bring him hearty meals if you noticed he wasn't eating as well as he should've been.

to appreciate how you'd call his name so prettily whenever you needed him for something. and how it sent a kaleidoscope of butterflies to his stomach each and every time.

god, he was foolish, unequivocally so.

and it hurt too much to think about, even for him. you were so kind to him, so sweet and understanding of his past, of all the mistakes he made. you didn't judge him like he judged himself for all those years. and that's when he realized it was time to put that shame and guilt to rest.

to allow himself to feel loved and cared for despite his mistakes- that seemingly everyone forgave him for, but himself.

to allow himself to relish in the way your hands glided against his own.

to allow himself to admire the way you applied your favorite gloss.

to allow himself to be loved by you. and to be loved by you till death did you apart.

utterly breathtaking. those are the words he'd use to describe you.

you were the best part of his morning, evening and night. the best part of his career, and the best part of himself.

which brings him back to the present. all those cherished memories between the two of you acting as his sole motivation for why he was doing this. why he was so nervous as he clutched the comically tiny, black, suede box that held your ring, in his hand.

it was beautiful, just like you.

"a pretty girl needs a pretty ring, dad" were jolyne's wise words that echoed in the back of his mind while ring shopping for you. his heart full of so many emotions that he could barely contain the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes while he stood in the middle of a "tiffany & co."

and even now, as he stood beside you on your shared balcony. watching you as you watched the sunset, slow jazz playing from the vinyl record he got you got Christmas, (doubling as a 2 year anniversary gift.) leaking through the crack in the sliding door.

what was he supposed to say?

not enough words in the dictionary could describe how he felt about you. none of them could describe how utterly beautiful he thought you were. or how you made him feel every time you looked at him, or called out his name for yet another favor he pretended to be annoyed about.

nothing could describe you.

"…wonderful weather we're having…" he began. to which you replied with a short hum, your eyes sparkling like the millions upon millions of stars in the sky.

what was there to say that he hasn't clumsily said already? why did he have to say anything at all? you knew him like the back of your hand. all his good traits- his bad traits, you knew him inside and out and that's what he loved about you.

you knew what he was thinking, what he was feeling, what he wanted to say but just couldn't due to lack of words.

you knew him.

so with that in mind, he decided that words were too much. the way his legs wobbled as he got down on one knee, and the way his sweaty palms opened up the comically tiny, black, suede box should say all it needed to.

that he loved you,

unequivocally so.

#saint laurent productions #this lowkey strayed so far away from what i originally planned #but yolo #fuck it we ball #jjba x black reader #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba x y/n #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo x black reader #x reader #x black reader

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sensivs · 5 months

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( ( doin’ smth a little special cs its New Year’s Eve!! (and totally not bc I was tagged in a mutual appreciation post by my pookie. .) ty all for such an amazing year, i truly cannot thank you all enough for being here for me, I heavily appreciate all 1,100+ followers of mine and I love you all sm ) ) ((also if u r my moot and I didn’t add u pls forgive me, I barely interact w my moots cs they r such good writers n’ they give me such anxiety 😭😭))

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@teyvat-writer — ☆ ok. . ik we haven’t interacted much but from what I’ve gathered already. . ur an absolute AMAZING person! ! ur so fun to talk w! ! we should def talk more in the upcoming year ∩^ω^∩ ! !

GRRRRRRRR I LOVE ALL MY MOOTS SMMMMMMM AAAAAAAAAA IM TRULY GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YOU! ! ! I WISH TO INTERACT W U ALL MORE IN THE NEAR FUTURE! !

#♥︎ 𐬹 ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ avian opens his big mouth again #mooties ♡#MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST #I LOVE ALL MY MOOTS

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takecareluv · 2 years

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hello, could you write something where y/n is not famous but she's dating vinnie and his fans doesn't really like her and sending hate to her and saying that vinnie should cheat on her, she's getting insecure and starting to believe that he would actually cheat on her because there are so many pretty girls but they sit down to talk and he comforts her?😊

a.n. hi, my love. thank you for requesting something! this is actually my first time writing a request so i hope i did okay and you like it !!! mwah <3

ignore the comments || vinnie hacker x reader

you and vinnie were together for over eleven months, the happiest eleven months of your life might you add. however, up until recently you had been a secret to the public eye. with the reaction from fans of vinnie’s previous flings, most of which were made up rumors sourced on twitter, you thought it would be best to wait putting your relationship onto the internet for everyone to criticize.

on the other hand, vinnie couldn’t wait to show you off: his sweet, beautiful girlfriend. but he knew how apprehensive you were, especially with not being used to the lifestyle and the thousands of comments that came along with it.

but now that you were approaching a year into the relationship, you thought it might be time to make it instagram official, especially with all the speculations people already had when it came to the mystery girl that was constantly seen next to the golden boy himself.

when your one year anniversary came around, you and vinnie celebrated by recreating your first date; a picnic on the beach. you had the best time, eating little sandwiches while watching the sunset and reminiscing over the last year together. by the end of the night, you were scrolling through all the photos you took, wanting to remember the day forever. upon seeing one you particularly liked of you kissing vinnie on the cheek with the cotton candy skies perfectly displayed in the background, you turned your phone to show vinnie, “i like this one, you should post it.”

“are you serious? you’d be okay with that? we don’t have to do anything if you aren’t ready.” vinnie continued to ramble until you finally shut him up with a kiss.

“yes i’m sure. it’s been a whole year, i think it’s about time we stop hiding things,” you responded with a smile.

with you final approval, vinnie took the post to instagram with the caption: one full year with my baby and i have loved each and every second of it. thank you for sticking by me all this time. i love you, sweetheart. <3

the post was quickly received by his fans, and before you knew it both your names were trending. while some people were so kind with their support of you two, a lot of vinnie’s fan were none too happy of you quote unquote stealing vinnie from them.

from that day you continued to receive more and more hate for your relationship with the tiktok star. you tried your best to ignore it, focusing more on the nice words, but as those became few and far between, you decided to just disregard the comment section all together.

that was working well for you until one night vinnie was begging you to join him on stream, excited that you no longer had to hide behind the camera. and when vinnie brought out those puppy dog eyes it was hard to say no.

when you finally gave in, vinnie happily pulled you onto his lap, introducing you to chat as he prepared to start a new game. while he was swiftly distracted by the game beginning in front of him, you were left to focus all your attention on the one thing you had been trying you hardest to ignore the last week or so: the comments. even with how rapidly they were flashing by your eyes, you were able to catch a few common phrases.

user1: vinnie is surrounded by the prettiest girls and he chooses her?

user2: you could do so much better vinnie

user3: I don’t see the hype, she’s not even that cute.

user4: when you finally leave her, hit me up

user5: he’s definitely gonna end up cheating on her

reading that last one, you finally had enough and abruptly stood up from vinnie’s lap excusing yourself to go to the bathroom where chat nor vinnie could see you cry.

although, vinnie, who was very concerned about your sudden exit, told chat he would have to end stream early and promised he would be back the next day. once he knew everything was turned off as it should be, he made his way to the bathroom door you had locked minutes ago. “baby can you please open the door? i want to make sure you're okay,” he said calmly.

moments later he heard the click of the lock being undone and the door hesitantly being pushed open. his heart never could have prepared him for the sight of his sweetheart of a girlfriend with tear stained cheeks, mascara running down her face.

“oh baby. c’mere, what’s wrong? please don’t cry.”

“you’re fans, they hate me,” you said between sobs. “and, and i don’t blame them. you have so many pretty girls falling at your knees and then look at me. i’m not nearly as perfect and skinny like them. i’m scared you’re gonna leave me for any one of them once you realize how much better you can do.”

vinnie couldn’t believe that you would talk about yourself like that, could you not see how beautiful you truly were? how head over heals in love with you he was?

“baby, stop. don’t say any of that. i don’t want any of those girls, i want you my love. you are perfect to me and that’s all that matters. who cares what the comments say, most of them are just jealous twelve year olds trying to get under your skin. i love you and only you. i’m in it for the long haul so i hate to break it to you baby, but you’re stuck with me,” he finished saying before showering your face with kisses until a smile finally crept across your face.

“okay, okay i get your point. i love you too.” you replied with a giggle.

“good. now c’mon. i’m going to run you a bath and then we will spend the rest of the night in bed, just us. no social media, and definitely no comments okay?” vinnie stated with a pointed finger, pulling you to stand.

“okay,” you agreed, “thank you for taking such good care of me. i really don’t deserve you.”

“baby, you deserve the world and more, when are you going to realize that?” “now let's go, get undressed.”

“jeez if you wanted to see me naked all you had to do was ask.”

vinnie just laughed as he started the bath for you, making sure to add one of your favorite bath bombs, allowing the water to turn a beautiful purple. once it was filled and to the right temperature, you got in, finally feeling a little bit more relaxed.

“join me?” you asked shyly. and of course within seconds the boy was undressed and stepping into the bath to sit behind you.

you and vinnie sat intertwined in the bath until it got cold, and for the rest of the night remained in bed watching your go to comfort movies.

by the time you were falling asleep, you had forgetten all about the negative comments, only thinking about how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like vinnie.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you

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littlemissclandestine · 2 months

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hiyaa I saw your blog and I loved your Adler hc!!! I love you blog and pls keep doing more Cold War content! I want to know who’s your favorite ? Do u have an oc or which oc you like

Hello Anon! 💜

Hope you're happy and healthy, sweet.

Thank you ever so much!! That means so much to me! Feels so nice to know there's people out there that appreciate those hcs and my blog! Mwah 😘

As for Cold War content and churning that out, i've been obsessed with Russ since goddamn July last year when it was a free PS+ game 😭 so i don't think this obsession is going anytime soon and also will probably get worse when Black Ops Gulf War drops.

Long story short, when I first played the campaign, I hated it. Literally thought it was complete and utter garbage to be honest. It was far too short, the characters were underdeveloped, the story wasn't gripping for me etc. I chose the Duga ending first lmao bye Adler (the catharsis though) But i left it for a week...then things started to change. I kept thinking about Adler and I spiralled so fast 💀

So, in terms of who my favourite character is...i think you know the answer 😌 I literally have a character analysis of Adler on google docs that's just pure word vomit that I might release one day. But I also love Bell. The Adler and Bell dynamic is so beautiful yet so tragic. I could talk about it all day *sighs*. Each character has their own kind of skillsets and intrigue so it's hard to pick but they are my main ones. Park and Sims are growing on me A LOT too 😭

In terms of OCs, I have about 4 COD OCs I am working on right now and 2 other ones for different video games. Will I share them? Eventually. I'm just scared of putting them out there for the time being. They're just so precious to me. What OCs do i like? Well for me, it's got to be Aleks (@alypink) and Jade (@sleepyconfusedpotato). Though, I've seen many that have caught my eye and i absolutely adore!

So grateful for the ask my lovely!! They always make me happy. Take care of yourself and best wishes 😊💙

#Star answers asks! ( ˃ᴗ˂ ) ✰#i love asks man #i appreciate ya ;)#black ops cold war #cod cold war

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Hiiiii Pigeon!!!! I saw you comment that you like the Locked Tomb series so I had a couple questions to ask...

Are Odette's little skele friends inspired by the vibe of the series?

Does Odette herself have an inspirations that come from the Locked Tomb as well?

What's your favorite character interaction in the series so far? (Mine is the Harrow Bone Soup)

Who is your favorite of the main protags? (I've got a soft spot for Nona, but its barely above the other two.)

That's all for now, hope your day is going well! ^.^

Oh my gosh hello!! The Locked Tomb has been my favorite series since I read the first book a few years ago! I was obsessed I was full in I hadn’t been that into reading since high school when I would read in the back of every class. Never has a book made me ugly cry so hard.

The second book is the main reason I write in 2nd person POV for Odette most of the time (‘:

I’m gonna slap the rest of this under a readmore just in case people don’t want to hear about the books or don’t want things spoiled on accident !! But also this kind of turned into a long explanation of Odette’s whole deal, sorry (mwah).

But! To answer your questions!

1&2:) Yes. Pretty heavily but maybe not obviously? Like. Harrow and Odette would not get a long and Odette as she is does not fit the Necromancer vibes of the ninth house. But I was so enamored by these goth nuns being so out of place and so devoted and Harrow being so!!!!! Ready to ruin her life for her faith because she needed her faith so badly to cope with the grief.

And then the way it just all!!!! gestures.

Odette was always going to be a nun, as a result, and the psychopomp stuff felt right after I’d been playing her for a while. We run into Ashkin/undead several times in the MSQ, side quests, and fates and the like; someone being able to aid these ‘souls’ and return them to the lifestream feels like a role for Odette.

She would maybe make more sense being a nun of Nald’thal but I headcanon that each of the 12 have their own funeral rites. Nald’thal is the judge of all dead, that is his role! But each of the 12 get a say in how their faithful are laid to rest. A psycopomp’s role, traditionally, is not judgement but guidance and love knows no judgement, but she does know guidance.

The moths in her screenshots are souls themselves, flocking to Odette for aid in whatever form that means. Sometimes it means slaying their body so they can rest, sometimes it means cleaning their resting place or returning items stolen by graverobbers, sometimes it means finishing anything unfinished they have left, or solving their death or just finding them and laying them to rest. Each soul needs something different.

The skeletons originally were a metaphor and a call back to that root influence of the Ninth house. With encouragement from friends, though, they’ve become much more ‘real’ in her canon. Serving as her trust and guardians on more dangerous searches. (When None can’t join her but also sometimes with None!)

So you can see it’s a very loose influence, but the 1st book is 100% the reason Odette exists. Death nuns??? Please… What a gift.

I have a Locked Tomb AU with my friend, peep, in which Odette is the Ninth house Cav and Avidia the Third House Reject turned Ninth House Necromancer. The Cav/Necromancer relationship is sooo intense and I love reading into to them too much, as does peep, so it’s very fun for us. Would third house ever send one of their necro to the ninth house? No! Probably not! But Avidia must always be a reluctant ex-pat, and so! (It’s a complicated story but we really like it LMAO takes place far before the first book)

Ahem!

3:) The soup scene is SO good, I reread it a few times because it was just so!!! Amazing. This is such a hard question because so many of the scenes are so good.

Three-Way with God is good. Ianthe’s Arm Scene (SCREAMS!!!) The pool scene from book one is ofc a fav but ugh.

The one I think about the most is from book three and it’s a tie, I think, between tree moments at the very end of the book.

Paul’s (re?)birth and “You can’t take loved away.” and “Why are you not appeased? That is how meat loves meat.”

I can’t wait for Alecto the Ninth, truthfully !!

4:) GOSH! This is hard also!!! Nona is also a favorite of mine and I know she has influenced Odette heavily. She’s just so!!! Nona loves you!!! I hope we get to see some of her again, just glimpses, now that she’s been returned. Sobs into my hands for four days straight.

I think Camilla Hect is one of my favorites and Sex Pal, of course. Which means Paul… Paul… my love I can’t wait to know you.

You didn’t ask this question, but I do think there is a lot of Hect in my alt Prudence. That quiet competence and skill, that devotion, that dry wit.

Thank you so much for this ask and also your patience while I replied to it! I love these books very, very much and I always love to talk about them. Are any of your characters influenced by them @eorzeanflowers?

#answered #about #OOPS THIS WAS LONG SORRY #but to answer the questions Yes

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honeybcj · 1 month

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I also want to say that i feel like evan himself was death’s mistress, he was extremely aware of death and how inevitable it all is and he liked to play with that and explore what was otherwise unknown and he definitely came close to dying so many times before his actual death it was almost like the big finish before the curtain call. I don’t think he knew how impactful his death would be he didn’t see a point in dwelling and hoped other people would move onto the more important thing but his death ended being a catalyst for everything in ways he could’ve never imagined and for the case of igor especially having put evan on such a high pedestal as if he believed evan to be death in disguise i think it cemented in him the thought that death could be beautiful because evan was beautiful and he was dark and warm and fascinating and while evan studied the grim and gruesome karkroff felt the need to study him, to understand him, to figure out what makes him tick, to pick and prod at every aspect of him but he couldn’t and that all came crumbling down when death came to collect what was theirs

That’s it, bye <3

jamie oh my god YES. this is it. you get it. you see it. i believe in this 1000000%. like evan has never been fearful of death. had evan actually told someone that he knew his end was coming, he would have realized just how badly it would affect people. but he cared too much and couldn’t bear the weight of knowing he was letting everyone down. he thought if he didn’t make a big deal out of it, people would just see it as another death, nothing of importance. it wouldn’t give people time to dwell and it surely wouldn’t put anyone in danger of trying to protect him; a means to escape death, but with evan, it’s not something he can escape. it’s his fate, through and through.

“karkaroff felt the need to study him” THIS PART RIGHT HERE. karkaroff is finally witnessing someone practicing everything he was interested in growing up, doing it unabashedly. he needed to know more, immediately. his studies would leave nothing unturned—each strand of hair on evan’s head, the minuscule, upward curl of his mouth when he was amused, the delicacy, yet forcefulness of his hands when it can to his wand-work and dissections. the list goes on and on. although karkaroff falls for evan early on, it does take him a couple years to fully accept these kinds of feelings. and when he does accept them, there’s no going back. he’s too far gone, and evan is already sitting high up on that pedestal.

planting a big ole smooch on your brain because i ADORE THIS MWAH <333

#han’s asks #jamie tag #karkarosier

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youre-ackermine · 1 year

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1. gun to your head, you gotta save one of them and the other's going to die : levi or hange? 😈

2. who's your fave metal band/artist of all times, and which type of metal do you enjoy most?

3. how do you handle hange's fate most days and does it vary? are you more Team Denial or have you accepted it because you think it's a fitting ending for their character, or anything in between?

yeah i'm curious and i can't sleep either hehehe

Krikkit 🙂

Thanks for asking ! Sorry to reply so late, but I finally fell asleep earlier than expected 😴

*****

1/ I should have known you would ask a tricky question like this, you evil moot lmao !!

[speaking of canon characters here] According to my preferences -even if I almost love both of them equally by now- you could fairly expect me to choose Levi, but I would save Hange ! [Disclaimer : me not saying Levi's life is not valuable, don't misinterpret my words, people, please & thank you]

Besides Hange's fighting skills, their brains still have so much to offer to Humanity after war, in terms of progress, knowledge, improvement, technology, based on their scientific experimentation & enthusiastic curiosity. Their kindness & heartwarming sunshine personality would spread positivity & comfort around them as well, helping those close to them cope with their griefs & heal their emotional wounds. [But this would be so cruel, as I imagine they would mourn Levi for years & -secretly- hate me so much for choosing them over him 😭😭😭]

2/ My musical tastes are basically goth (mainly old school lmao) & metal since I was 12 yo. As far as metal is concerned, I used to listen to Rammstein & Marilyn Manson A .F*CKING .LOT !!

But as I grow older, my interest focuses on Black Metal, especially Satyricon [Dark Medieval Times & Nemesis Divina are my all times fav BM albums] & I recently experienced musical epiphany thanks to @stellar-smth 's advice : I literally fell in love with the Swiss band BORGNE omg I love their music so much !! If someone is interested, I can send the link to my Spotify playlist 🤘

3/ Oh my, this one pierces right through my kokoro 💔 I DON'T handle their fate AT ALL, I can't ! The more we get close to March 3rd, the more I get depressed. After reading chapter 132, I cried for 2 full hours at least, I couldn't stop, even after re-realizing they were a fictional character. So when I'll watch the animated scene...

I'd say I'm somewhere in between. The way Hange sacrifices themself of their own free will to save their comrades - & thus humanity- totally fits the character imo. It's no surprise they follow their convictions & beliefs until the very end. Once again, I'll say they are the real hero of the story as they SAVE EVERYBODY ELSE'S ASS for f*ck's sake !!!

On the other hand, I wish they could survive the Rumbling & live a peaceful life with Levi 💚💜😢 So I'm more than often Team Denial & read so so much fics where they're both alive & happy together, I also focus on what happened during the 4 years time lapse in the story [mainly Levihan working together, lovingly taking care of their growing brats together, increasing their bond/love just being together all the time & so on & so forth, Levihan living rent free in my mind 24/7 tbh] Also : Hange is the most underrated character in snk, even more than Levi, & we need a f*cking back story for them please I'm on my knees begging you Isayama 🛐

*****

I hope you finally fell asleep, I don't know how you can survive your long shifts !!

Thanks for passing by, always a pleasure to see Krikkit in my notifs ❤️

Mwah kith 😘

*****

BONUS : RANDOM SHIT

The two dorks Valentine's Day gifts they found for each other [just to cheer up the mood]

Since I'm also a dork, here's a Levihan kiss 💚💜

#val has mail 💌#random asks ❓#lovely moots 💕#krikkit 🔥#this is krikkit 🔥#aot spoilers #snk spoilers #attack on titan spoilers #hange zoe #levihan

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Hiiiii~

Let me just scream about fish a little hehe (praying that this actually sends cause my internet is so weird rn aaa)

I've read 3 of the Song Fish chapters and I love how different the story is compared to Deep Dreams and also how it's different. At first I thought that 'oh it's gonna be a complete repeat sort of' but it's been very different so far and I'm really enjoying it!

I love how you're writing y/n this time around with their phobias of deep oceans and large objects/creatures. It's so well painted and described through your beautiful writing. I can very easily put myself in their shoes and really feel their terror, it's fantastic!

I was so giddy when I realized that Deep Dreams and Song Fish are connected, like really connected with them taking place in the same place just some years apart. AAA I LOVE IT!!

I'm a big fan of what you've done with Gregory too, he might be different from what he is in the games but I'm just very happy that y/n has someone nice to lean on. I'm very curious to hear about this mer he's hanging out with hehe~ I'm so used to y/ns being very oblivious to everything, but oh my god if they don't pick up on the clues soon I'll rattle them into tiny bits!!

Oh and the boys, THE BOYS!!! Oh my god I loooove them!! They're so patient and sweet and so AAAA!!! You know how I am with big creatures being gentle and caring, I melt and melt and MELT!! They're so beautiful too aaaa man.. I love them!!! I love the scene where y/n is on Sun's back and he and Moon are looking at y/n waiting for them to calm down, being so patient. And the "now you're wet again" prkfjflfok aawww they worked so hard to get you dry and then you just undo all their work just like that! But ah man also what do you do in that situation really? Do you stay on the terrible monster's back or do you jump into the other monster that is the ocean? Stuck between a rock and a hard place fr..

I've been reading while out sailing and it's just THE BEST EXPERIENCE!! I feel the waves and smell the clean air as I read and it's just PERFECT!! Just wanted to let you know hehe X3

I cannot wait to read the rest of this fic, I'm loving it so far!! Sorry I haven't sent any comments recently, it's been quite a lot going on. Even though I'm quiet I'm still enjoying your work immensely! My gosh I'm enjoying it~❤️❤️❤️

Oh my gosh, I'm so late replying to this, ahhh!!!

I have to say, I was really worried about it being just a repeat of Deep Dreams, which I absolutely didn't want because although there are some plot beats that are hit like in Deep Dreams, I hoped that the new Y/N and character conflicts would be compelling and fresh enough on their own! So I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!!

Thank you, babe! You're making me melt with your kind words ;-; I've been having a lot of fun with Gregory and Freddy and just that human kid + bear fish dad dynamic!

That scene, ahhh! Yeah, not much choice there, especially when panic is involved! But the boys are ready to do everything they can to help their little human ♥

Oh gosh, I can't wait for you to read Chapter 5 with that mention of sailing! Heheh! No need to apologize either, I'm just glad to hear your thoughts on it now! Thank you so much, Meep! *mwah*!

#song fish amid the stars spoilers #themeeplord

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craw-dacious · 6 months

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Thats the art of getting by, by sarewolf

Again, new to marauders. This fic 3 that I’ve read. Feel free to shoot me recs, currently looking for ~100,000 word fic with a good angst balance and no major character death.

Summary: Overall this story was INCREDIBLE. I loved the writing style, such a good amount of angst, and an easy to follow narrative. It raised Harry like exactly how I wanted and was so cutey and sweetly and UGH

SPOILERS BELOW BEWARE

Chapter one

I already like the opening quote. Can tell the writing is going to be good.

God the angst is already great

He’s only 24 wild

I kind of forgot just how much he lost that night, like all of his closest friends were dead. Even in canon, with no world star this probably sucks the worst for Lupin.

Okay I’m actually crying already

I’ve been wanting a babyfic since the first one I read

This is such a hard thing to do, parenting is hard without the trauma and sob storying

Chapter two

I wonder how they are going to reincorporate Sirius

And I’m concerned about Harry’s quietness, I feel like that’s not consistent with who he grows up to be

Hoping for some baby Ron and harry content eventually

I never give Kudos until the end of the fic, this is incredible and I absolutely adore it already

Literally crying from how sad Remus is Jesus

Chapter three

YES love old lady gossip

Neris is so cute delicious

Plus Harry is opening up a lot, so far very happy chapter!

So gay bruh

HARRY BEING SAD TOO IS KILLING ME JUST A BABY FR

This is actually fucking INFURIATING him being like “Sirius never loved us” like BRO I know you’re being LIED TO but I CANNOT HANDLE IT TOO SAD

Chapter four

Now I need to be a depressed widow with a three year old son who loves me

Like I think just having a child would patch my soul

This is actually the cutest thing ever love love love

I think me and remus lupin are the same person

Like gay traumatized werewolf = teenaged girl

“Oh the memories, oh the love” SO ME

YES RON AND HARRY BEST FRIENDS IM GONNA SOB

Damn he’s in love with Sirius fr fr

Can tell this is a shift, so gonna do a small recap

Wonderful characterization

Remus kind of being forced to push forward is great narratively, a little concerned about how it will work with pacing

They write Harry very well, not annoying as children can often be in fic

Chapter five

This is what I wanted, you see James and Lily in harry and remus is just thoughtful and reflective enough to show the audience the importance of this its just MWAH

Oh my god

Baby trauma. He’s so cute and being such a little bitch

Literally so sad, like remus is such a better parent than the Dursleys could ever be but him knowing what harry had makes it sad

If I have to read “angry fucks” again im gonna lose it, say sex please, at least sometimes

YES HE’S FREEEE

Chapter six

God this sucks, like I know they aren’t truly in danger but the emotional turmoil goes crazy

3 chapters till we get Sirius saying it now

Cannot understate how much remus’s pining and distraught connects to me

Like I can tell they were in love but SO TOXIC which, again, is teenage girl core

Not to diminish the relationship, I think the way teenage girls evaluate breakups and romance is like peak human condition and is incredibly poignant amidst the issues of war and death and loss.

YES FUCK YES HELL YEAH INNOCENT INNOCENT INNOCENTTTTTT FUCK PETER HATE THAT SON OF A BITCH

Chapter seven

UGH I know I said fuck Peter but this still sucks ass

When do I get to see Sirius. Ik I said 3 chapters but I didn’t mean it

Damn Petes evil as fuck

The justice in him being DECLARED innocent is so beautiful. I wish that could’ve happened in the books, he died being known as a shitty, terrible human being

Chapter eight

Ok skip this shit and jump to the gay sex I do not want a flashback rn I need TEARS

Jk obviously its important and builds suspense, well written two with good symbolism

Fuck fuck fuck fuck just kiss please I need them to kiss please

Like I actually cannot watch them be fucking roommates ill vomit

Sobbing sobbing sobbing “I hope not” Jesus fucking christ let me suck the authors dick I love this sm

Chapter nine

Just taking in the idea that both Sirius and Harry see each other as a replacement for James in the books, that is such a beautiful like concept with such horrible influences on how they treat each other and I really want to see how its reconciled here, if its relevant at all

Harry with his two dads that barely speak to each other

I do need reconciliation but making sure the weight of tragedy is like there also seems important

But also, please, just fuck already

Chapter ten

Ok remus time to put your big boy pants on and apologize

Like actually nothing will fix itself until you say sorry man

“He’s pack” BRUH harry

Pls having to tell everyone you’re living with this famous not-criminal is so funny I actually am losing it

Pls just be nice to each other for once bruh

Yay!! Nice!!

They’re so like fucked up its messy brother

Chapter eleven

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA KMS

The dog plushie, the memory album, literally everything god I love Christmas

Omfg. Sweater. Sobbing.

AND HITTING ME WITH ANGST AT THE END. This is such a good joy-depression balance

Like its SO SO SAD like irrevocably depressing and filled with grief but also like LIFE and CHILDHOOD and JOY and bruuuhh

Chapter twelve

evil

Chapter fourteen

Basically skipped twelve and thirteen

Jesus Christ

That was gay sex fs

The dementors kiss scene was fucking heart breaking, like devastatingly sad but obviously Peter deserved it

Actually idk, soullessness is so horrific

Then THE KISS and the SEX and everything it was so raw and good and Jesus fucking christ

I want to have sex with eric again bruh

Just so sad, and so happy at the end with the talk of learning to live with it and just UGH amazing I love it

Literally cannot think of a critique atm, im sure ill have some at the end though

FULL RECAP

Yes I know I skipped 16 and 17 and I'm sorry.

Overall this story was INCREDIBLE. I loved the writing style, such a good amount of angst, and an easy to follow narrative. It raised Harry like exactly how I wanted and was so cutey and sweetly and UGH. I will say I wish there was more to the plot than “everyone is sad and trying to not be anymore”While that is a completely reasonable story, it does make it a little boring. But because this fic is fairly short it works out alright. My only true criticism is going to be on the pacing. I am not sure at all when Harry and Remus were introduced to each other, or how far after that Sirius came into their lives. I also think Harry and Sirius’ connection, while amazing, was a bit unrealistic at the beginning. For a child with this much past to IMMEDIATELY latch onto someone like this is kinda wild, but it works for the story so no big deal honestly. I think characterizations were good, not great. However, this is a situation we haven’t seen marauders in and I’m not super familiar with how marauders are usually characterized outside of reading the books and watching movies, so I’d reevaluate characterization stuff once im more engrossed in the fandom.

This is something I just thought about while adding tags, having moody in this fic was nice. He's a character I'd like to see more out of what I've read so far in marauders

9/10, truly loved this one

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Hey hi hello, Charlotte!!

I’ve been on a bit of a Noah Kahan kick lately so I was wondering if I could make another request to feed into it!! Could you possibly do Gentileschi for the album Stick Season (We’ll All Be Here Forever)? Very much looking forward to whatever you come up with!! 🫶🏻☺️

(Also here is me adding that I’m sending you my love and support always and that I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself, dear. Mwah mwah mwah, all of the warmest hugs to you 💛)

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my dearest loveliest Meda!!

thank you so much for this fantastic request and for your super sweet message!! 🥰🥰 oh and also a huge thank you for your super kind tags on my joan/boygenius post - I loved reading them! ☺️☺️

my sibling introduced me to Noah Kahan and omg I am obsessed so I'm totally with you on this and I'm super excited to pick out some paintings for it! also do you have a favorite song from the album?? mine's "call your mom" but we don't need to unpack that rn 😅😅

sending you my love and support right back! I hope the school year's off to a good start for you since it sounded like you've got some classes that you're excited about - that always helps 💕💕

for your request, that album is deeply associated with autumn for me (also I know it's your favorite season 🥰) so all the paintings I chose are very autumnal. in general, there's this kind of beautiful sadness on the album that I visualize as wide grey skies and empty landscapes that you watch out the car window as you drive through the mountains when everything is dying. there's beauty but there's also loneliness and sadness, but the kind you almost enjoy - the kind you sit in for a while. idk if that makes any sense at all, but that's the general vibe I tried to go for when I picked out these pieces. also, in my descriptions of each image, I added a little commentary on what song/lyric it reminds me of ☺️

these are the paintings I would choose for the album Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever) by Noah Kahan (with images and more info under the cut!)

Avenue of Poplars in Autumn by Vincent Van Gogh

Autumn, Varberg by Nils Kreuger

Autumn Landscape by Charles Ethan Porter

Autumn in the Catskills by Jervis McEntee

The Times of Day: The Morning by Caspar David Friedrich

The Trout Pool by Worthington Whittredge

Avenue of Poplars in Autumn by Vincent Van Gogh (1884)

"passed alger brook road / I'm over the bridge / a minute from home / but I feel so far from it"

this piece for me especially captures that kind of loneliness that I tend to feel in late autumn that Stick Season captures so beautifully. I absolutely adore fall, but by late autumn there always comes a time where I feel like I'm floating. the leaves have all fallen but it hasn't yet snowed. the sky is always grey and the air is cold enough to nip, but not yet strong enough to bite. there's this sense of both mourning something lost and anticipating something to come. idk if this makes any sense at all but that's what this piece brings to mind for me. of course, I loved that this figure is crossing a bridge - perfect for the "over the bridge" line - but I feel like this painting also captures the feeling of being a minute from home, but feeling so far away. we can see a house in the background of the piece, but it appears flat and distant, with the vertical lines of the trees seeming to push it back even further from both the figure and the viewer. also the light in this work is such a quintessentially autumn light that I can just feel it. like, I know exactly what it would feel like if I were to step into that scene. again, idk if that makes sense, but those are my unhinged ramblings on this piece lol 😅

Autumn, Varberg by Nils Kreuger (1888)

"forgive my northern attitude / I was raised out in the cold"

I like this one because it has the same atmosphere of the We'll All Be Here Forever edition cover. there's a dusting of snow and frost, but not enough to make it feel like a "winter wonderland." we still see all the drab, damp browns of the foliage beneath, kind of breaking that stereotypical image of the "ideal" winter scene. I guess I feel like the album kind of does that too - demystifies certain things and experiences. also, this is exactly the kind of image I picture when listening to "Northern Attitude," which I why I chose these lyrics for it. as someone who was raised and has lived in a more northern climate for most of my life, I find this song super relatable, and the scene depicted in this painting is totally something I could see while out taking my dog for a walk in November

Autumn Landscape by Charles Ethan Porter (ca. 1890-1891)

"I saw the end / it looked just like the middle"

this one I picked for the vastness of the spaces. that sweeping light grey sky and the field fading off into the distance are exactly the kinds of scenes that this album brings to mind. this is also a scene that I feel I've seen from a car window about a thousand times. I'm often traveling in late November (going to and from school for the holidays) so this image feels familiar and yet distant in the sense that I've seen it so many times, and yet never truly known it. I've seen it from a car on the highway, but never really stepped out into it. that's also why I picked this lyric for it - there's this sense of sameness and yet change that just resonates so much with both this album and just the general vibes of late autumn

Autumn in the Catskills by Jervis McEntee (1873)

"the birds will still sing / your folks will still fight / the boards will still creak / the leaves will still die"

okay I'm so sorry I feel like all of these descriptions are just me weirdly rambling about late autumn 😅. but this one I picked to be a little more on the happier side, even if Stick Season is kind of a soul-destroying (affectionate) album. I do absolutely adore autumn foliage and there is something so calming about this scene for me. additionally, I adore the song "You're Gonna Go Far" and I love the sentiment that's kind of like "I know you left but I'm so happy for you and I'll always be here for you." this is a very placid, still scene that feels like a calming breath. I paired it with these lyrics for that exact reason - they are a reassurance that everything will still be as you left it, that you can come back and sit in this autumnal forest and just rest and breathe.

The Times of Day: The Morning by Caspar David Friedrich (ca. 1821-1822)

"it's just me and the curve of the valley"

I also love "The View Between Villages" - there are so many emotions in that song, but I guess I always ultimately take away a feeling of coming home to yourself. there might be all these complications and messy feelings, but there's also a deep sense of comfort that weaves its way into your bones and pulls you back to wherever it is you need to be. so for another more positive one, I chose this image with mist rising from the water and blanketing the pines as the crest of the mountains rises behind them. it seemed perfect for this lyric, as it sort of literally depicts the curve of a valley, but to me it also feels welcoming. the sun is rising and turning the sky pale pink and yellow as you wind your way through the valley, the mist beginning to lift to show you the way back home.

The Trout Pool by Worthington Whittredge (1870)

"we'll be waiting for you, love / and we'll all be here forever"

this image gives me similar feelings as Autumn in the Catskills, and thus I paired it with lyrics from the same song. this scene just feels so warm and welcoming, with the light dappled on the soft moss and calm water. even more so than Autumn in the Catskills, this to me feels like a place I could walk right into. I can hear the leaf litter crunch beneath my feet, smell the pine on the crisp air, hear the chirping of birds and skittering of squirrels, feel the warmth in the patches of sunlight and a welcome chill in the shadows. it's a moment you want to stay in, linger with. that's why I wanted to close out with this one. this place - whether exists in real life or just in your mind - is there for you, waiting forever. autumn for me is a season that lets me step back into myself, and one of the themes I pulled from Stick Season is a sense of homecoming - whatever that means for you. the seasons will spin on and you may wander far, but this place, these memories and feelings and experiences, are here for you always. the wind picks up, rustling the branches above you. a few leaves break free from their branches, spinning lazily to the ground below. you think you hear something on the breeze - a voice, a whisper, a song: "we ain't angry at you, love / we'll be waiting for you, love / and we'll all be here forever"

I hope that wasn't too ramble-y and/or based too much on my personal experiences/interpretations 😅 I really love this album so this was such a fun request and I had a fantastic time looking for all these fun autumnal paintings!

I am wishing you the best always always always 💕💕💕💕

so much love to you, along with warm hugs and yummy cookies,

charlotte 🥰🥰

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