#speaking of the it’s ok to cry thing if I don’t get that card when it runs on global I’m going to fuckin lose it. gay ass card.

[apotelesmaa]

A while back I saw sm1 saying tsukasa expresses emotions like it’s his first time experiencing them & while it’s very funny and true I think it’s also worth noting that unlike tv/movie actors, stage actors have to really exaggerate their body language/expressions so that their emotions are readable for everyone in the theatre. On screen you can easily pick up the micro expressions on an actor’s face because you’re like 5 ft away at most and the camera often zooms in on their face. From the back of the theatre you can’t read subtle expressions so the actors need to over emphasize and use their whole body. All this to say: given that u cannot take the theatre kid out of tsukasa I feel like his acting just bled into how he expresses his emotions.

Emu also does the body language thing but it’s harder to tell as she’s normally expressing a smaller range of emotions than tsukasa (she’s naturally joyous and whimsical creature & tsukasa is usually given ample reasons to express annoyance). I think that’s more of a result of her exaggerating her happiness so that other people are also happy rather than an acting thing though. Gestures at her refusing to show negative emotions. Entertainer/clown (actual clowns, not the insult) vs stage actor. Really good examples of them doing this is the clip of rui imitating tsukasa & the clip of nene imitating emu.

#project sekai #don’t misinterpret this he’s not like. pretending to feel whatever he’s expressing. he’s acting the emotions he feels. #he’s capable of not doing that esp when he needs to be serious. his normal is just stage acting behavior. #knowledge I gained from 1) having a theatre kid sister who was rlly good at this 2) doing photography for her shows 4 newspaper #she got put on the no print list (list for ppl who are photographed all the time who need to not be photographed so others can be in photos) #bc she specifically was very very good at doing this and it resulted in really good & clearly readable photos #2 a lesser extent I do this as well bc of her influence I just emote less #don’t think it’s a stretch to say that it’s intentional given the implication that he’s so loud bc he’s used to projecting his voice while #he performs. #to clarify wrt emu I think if she was to express more negative emotions they would be more subdued. #unless it was for a role in which case she feels more comfortable not expressing joy 24/7. #i could go on a tangent abt ‘tsukasa doesn’t express his true emotions’ fanon when 1) he does. very obviously. 2) *emu* doesn’t but that #gets ignored. hello. nene having to tell emu it’s ok to cry and rely on wxs to comfort her. #even in the main story where she’s like devestated and blaming herself for wxs breaking up #she’s still smiling when she’s telling tsukasa that she made everybody sad and ruined everything (her view not mine) #mafuyu emu parallels… hm. #i don’t think emu’s ever been shown pissed off id be interested in seeing how she expresses that. #speaking of the it’s ok to cry thing if I don’t get that card when it runs on global I’m going to fuckin lose it. gay ass card. #this is getting long and I have stuff to do but as a side note nene & rui both hide their emotions #nene bc she’s shy & doesn’t show her true hater self unless she’s with friends #& rui because he’s used to being alone & struggles to identify his own emotions #at some point I’m sure I’ll ramble incoherently about how a lot of the issues ppl project onto tsukasa r issues he doesn’t experience #but *emu* does but nobody ever takes her character seriously so it gets ignored. #colopale do an event where nene encourages emu to b ok with showing minor negative emotions please please please

[whyse7vn]

JEON JUNGKOOK

RANDOM 01:

!gc jungkook who is probably the most sensitive man you will ever meet. could literally cry about the thought of ants being stepped on there really has not been a day were jungkook has not cried over the smallest inconvenience or the stupidest scenario you could imagine

!gc jungkook who can and will make every single conversation he has about you

!gc jungkook who is the most affectionate member his favoured love language being psychical touch

!gc jungkook who was aware he could be “too much” (no pun intended hehe) told to him by many friends and exes

!gc jungkook who despite being the clingiest man alive now wasn’t always this way

!gc jungkook who a few years back was actually known as the quietest among your friendship group

!gc jungkook who made it his life mission to NEVER allow his members to see or experience the “overbearing” side of him

!gc jungkook who had never quite broken down the way he did when all his members sat him down one night and asked if he even liked working alongside them

!gc jungkook who the proceeded to speak about all his fears and insecurities sobbing into his hands (and namjoons shoulder) embarrassed out of his mind

!gc jungkook who had sobbed for the second time that night after the words “let us love you kook please stop holding back” left your mouth

!gc jungkook whose world seemed to shift after that

!gc jungkook who aged 21 moved into his first apartment with you actually throwing up at the thought of not being able to see you 24 hours a day

!gc jungkook who had to have his card taken away from him because he has no sense of saving and easily falls for the stupidest scams

!gc jungkook who without a doubt if asked (normally you don’t even have to ask) will fully admit that he is so deeply in love with you it causes him physical pain

!gc jungkook could actually die at the mere thought of you speaking to another man

!gc jungkook who lacks so much common sense it’s actually a miracle he’s still alive today

!gc jungkook who was convinced him and namjoon were related for 3 years cuz you joked about it one time for like 5 seconds and he fully believed it because everything you say is a fact and you would never lie to him

!gc jungkook who for some weird reason always carries a one dollar bill in his pocket

!gc jungkook who always sends each member a good night and good morning text

!gc jungkook who is the most strangely innocent (?) man you’ve ever crossed paths with despite the crazy crazy things that comes out of his mouth sometimes

!gc jungkook who is unintentionally sososo funny

!gc jungkook whose favourite thing is getting tucked into bed something about the gesture is so endearing to him makes him blush giggle and feel all warm inside (especially if it’s done by you)

!gc jungkook who watched bam almost kill pigeon one time in his garden and now refuses to look at or talk about pigeons ever again because he fears all pigeons may be plotting to get him when he’s lest expecting it for allowing one of their kind almost die WILL cry if someone even mentions the word pigeon

!gc jungkook who likes to bake cakes sometimes surprisingly he’s really good at it and lives for the little praises you give him when he does decide to bake

!gc jungkook who has a really strong fear of getting arrested for tax evasion for some reason??? like yeah namjoon helps him do all that stuff but what if one day joons feeling silly and makes him evade his taxes???? it’s a real fear and jk has it ok?!

!gc jungkook who believes with his whole heart that his members are the coolest people he’s ever met and everything any one of you does jk watches in complete awe and admiration

!gc jungkook who now unapologetically wears his heart on his sleeve

—

something while i try get my shit together 🤣🫰🏽😂🙏🏽

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#bts crack #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts texts #bts x y/n #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts x reader #jungkook × reader #jungkook x y/n #!gc jungkook #gc offline #jeon jungkook

[holdinbacksecrets]

seventeen m.list

my blog is 18+

taking care of a sick SO

oh, it's love soonyoung + jihoon

how seventeen would wake you up in the morning

seventeen taking care of a drunk SO

magic

drunk voicemails

lace, lingerie, décolleté, oh my!

nights with seventeen

phone calls with seventeen

you're his spoonful of honey

seventeen after a fight

your first i love you with seventeen

seventeen: friends with benefits

reminded of you

kisses with seventeen

kissing you after you apply chapstick

the kdrama you would watch with seventeen

let’s get intimate

the drink you offer seventeen at a sleepover

seventeen taking care of you/making you feel better

seventeen receiving flowers

seventeen with a SO who can’t cook

it’s been a year. you leave a voicemail

one more kiss

seventeen when you ask for space

staying on an apple farm in the korean countryside

seventeen when you leave after sex

trying to study but seventeen distracts you

when you dissociate

social media love

cuddling + some sleeping too

staining the bedsheets (period reaction)

woanders

kisses at the aquarium

seventeen helping you move into your new apartment

to date or not to date

surviving the holidays

neighbors with seventeen

who would love having input on your hair/makeup/nails/clothing

“i’d be ok swapping jackets with you.”

the moment that empties your head

kissing seventeen for the first time

fell first vs fell harder

when you feel undeserving of seventeen’s love

silent treatment

imagine coming home from a weekend away and falling asleep in the car. who would carry you inside…

i don’t understand but i luv u (he loves you)

thinking about seventeen seeing your tattoos for the first time, reacting to them, etc

metro cards and bus stops

showering with seventeen

where he’s left after the breakup

MTL

prefer a clingy/affectionate partner

date someone with a strong personality

hs boyfriend: sneak into your room at night 

first to say i love you

little spoon

speaking after the breakup

little acts of love

covers the table

pickles and tomatoes

Yoon Jeonghan

a little slice of comfort

all the kisses - blurb

college soccer player!jeonghan part 2 part 3: smitten

devoted

“i can’t have the person i love this miserable.”

i love you, but i’m still a guest to your body even if you call me your home.”

innocent kisses

meeting his parents - blurb

nap date

photo booths - blurb

“so we’re both paying attention?”

“your birthday is my favorite day of the year.”

2:10am

Joshua Hong

soft/fluff/comfort with joshua

Wen Junhui

“how does your bed sound, hmm?”

Kwon Soonyoung

boyfriend things

"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." - comfort

what fun to be had, the closer you get to the sky

Jeon Wonwoo

book notes - blurb

boyfriend things

parallel play

say his name - blurb

“you’re awake?”

Lee Seokmin

being completely in love with fwb seokmin

he swears the blue fabric of his soul intertwines with your green

thinking about what it would feel like to hear seokmin singing in your apartment

Kim Mingyu

boyfriend things: voicemails for mingyu

hugs with mingyu

mingyu falling in love with you through photography - blurb

mingyu is… what dreams are made of

the everywhere love - "you stepped all over my romance."

Xu Minghao

leaving after sex

Boo Seungkwan

"i heard you met someone... are you happy with them?"

Hansol Vernon Chwe

cuddling

sweet dreams - taking the train to see your parents with your sleepy boyfriend

think about it, ok? - "maybe you should talk to him."

Lee Chan

best friends to lovers - blurb

his car with the windows down in the coolest hour of a summer night

#seventeen masterlist #holdinbacksecrets writing #seventeen reactions #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst #seventeen comfort

[igotanidea]

Growing up : Jason Todd x fem!reader

A/N: the reader vigilante name is Ego (messing with people heads, but not like a metahuman, she just has natural psychological talents). Previously named Cheshire (I realised that there already was a character named like that a bit too late and had to fix it - Ego is the story about it)

Other parts of this verse: Cheshire cat, That damn gala, Five years later, Tired, Benched (not necesarilly in that order, but Five years later is previous to Tired)

***

I was so, so, soooo tired my eyes were simply closing themselves without any involvement from my part.

I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Guess it had something to do with my broken and casted right leg. According to the doctor it's been healnng perfectly and the aching and itching that prevented my night rest was the first example of it. Maybe, but I still hated it. Over six weeks ago I had an accident during patrolling. Silly, rookie mistake got me falling down and before I was able to regain my balance I found myself lower.

Three floors lower.

It was a miracle I only ended up with broken leg. I mean, a little bit more impact and I would end up with damaged spinal cord, paralyzed for life, unable to move a single muscle from the neck down.  However, at the moment everyone who were fighting besides me held their breaths.

6 weeks ago

“EGO!” I heard Oracle yell through the comm. Honestly, her voice would bring the dead from behind the grave.

“Damn it!” Dick hissed and without any hesitation ditched his opponent and rushed to check up on me, doubling on my pain and guilt. I screwed up and now, the team was paying the price. Nonetheless he did not seem to care when he landed next to me in his swiftly, acrobat-like way.

“Stop showing off” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the leg “It’s not that kind of circus.”

“One thing for sure, your tongue wasn’t damaged during the fall. Where does it hurt?”

“Knee.”

“Show me.”

“It’s not that bad….” I tried to move away from his hands and it made me squeal in pain.

“Y/N.”

“Red card, Nightwing. You broke the “no real names” rule of Batman. You’re off the field.”

“Stop it.” He said, so calmly that it really did make me hold back my words. “Let me help you.”

“Ok.” I muttered looking down, letting him check on my limb.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but anyway, I need to get you out of here. It’s dangerous for you to stay any more than necessary. Anyone could get to you in this weakened state.”

“That’s the sentence I haven’t heard …. ever I think. Up till now, it was hazardous for criminals to meet me, not the other way round.”

“There’s a first time for anything, I guess” he shrugged. Oh, how I hoped Oracle got that on her record. I was so going to use his own words against him in the future “can you try to help me lift you up?”

“Sure. I think” I leaned onto the left, unharmed leg, that was supposed to bear my weight, but the second Dick held his hands towards me to support my efforts, we both heard a loud snap and I couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. If it wasn’t for Dick I would fall again and as an addition to the leg injury would also get some bruises and cuts on the face. “FUCK! I think it’s broken now.”

“Both of you are getting home. Immediately. You better get her here without any more bodily harm or we will have to deal not only with disappointed Bruce, but also with enraged Jason.”

***

“I’m sorry Dick. I really am.” Half an hour later I was sitting on the examination couch, my leg splayed in front of me, while Babs was scanning it and using all of her cutting-edge tech to assess the injury.

“Could you just stop it? WE missed a chance, not the first time and definitely not the last one. This guy we were chasing tonight were not even that important and we will get to him this week, I’m sure of it. You just made a mistake, which frankly speaking wasn’t even yours.”

“What?” I shifted a bit to face him and the change in angle made me gasp in sudden piercing pain.

“Don’t move!” Babs hissed and I smiled apologetically, my eyes still on Dick.

“What do you mean it wasn’t my mistake?”

“I had it all calculated, you know. He was going for that punch, you were in perfect distance so you could get to him, but when I took a swing he used this as a leverage to turn and push you with right hand, not the left I was aiming at.”

“Thanks for the clarification, Dick. But I still take a bit of the blame. After all I was the one who slipped a bit. Damn those shoes need fixing.”

“You won’t be needing them for a while, Y/N” Babs muttered “you have a  disjointed kneecap and a fracture in your  shinbone.”

“Shit.” I rubbed my forehead in frustration. “How long?”

“Tim has better experience in the medical field, but …..”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud, Babs” Dick couldn’t help but let out a laugh and met with our angered gaze “Sorry girls, but this is funny…. Isn’t it….? Ok, all right! Stop giving me this murderous look of yours! I surrender!”

“I think you’ll be excluded for something around 6 weeks.”

“6 weeks?! Can I get a second opinion?”

“From Tim?”

“Will do. Hope he, Damian and Bruce had more effective patrol in their part of Gotham. ….. Wait, you didn’t tell them what happened, did you?”

“Of course not.” Barbara scoffed and fixed the strand of hair that was falling in her eyes. “But I’m pretty sure they already know.”

“How?”

“Um….”

 “Babs!?”

“I might have used the open channel while talking to you…..”

“So, everyone knows?” Dick jumped from his chair and came closer to us “like… the entire family ?”

“ I’m afraid so.”

“You know what guys? It makes me feel so much better that you two make rookie mistakes as well.” For the first time this night I grinned happily.

***

“It was a simple task. In and out. No obstacles. No complications. No intruders.” Bruce with his most stern expression was haranguing us, like we were some newbies in the vigilante business. Like he never did anything wrong while fighting. I mean, I’m sorry, let me recall this statement. Of course, he never made any mistake. He was the Batman.  “Could you tell me, what went down there, that now one of you is about to be put in the cast and the other is pacing around my cave?”

“Sorry, Bruce, I’m just overly excited because of the fact Y/N won’t be able to run away from my surprise hugs for a while” Dick grinned and his statement made me curse under my nose.

“What happened there? And focus on the facts.” Bruce sighed and his face dropped a bit.

“I’m not really sure.” I tapped my chin “What do you think, Dick? What happened there?”

“I thought you hurt your leg, not your brain?”

“Side effect, I suppose.”

“That’s a shame.”

“I’m just giving you the opportunity to come up with a reliable story before Jay gets here and tear the batcave down in his fit of anger.”

“Fair point.” Dick nodded “how about this: a ninja came out of nowhere…..”

“A ninja?” both me and Bruce asked in unison, his voice desperate, mine incredulous of his idea.

“What? I hate ninjas.” Dick shrugged

“We know.” we both retorted together once again.

“I’ll just tell him I ditched you on the field and tripped while returning to the manor. I like this rebellious strike this story gives me. You know, that whole I don’t give a fuck attitude.” I chimed in before Dick could develop his idea further.

“Oh, he will never believe that you left me alone.”

“And why exactly not?”

“’Cause everyone knows you have a soft spot for me, Y/n. You wouldn’t endanger my health and life this way. It’s simply improbable.” His smile was so ridiculously confident it made me question my sanity.

“In your dreams, Grayson. “

***

With some help I was transported to my room, while I had to wait for the family doctor, Jonah Hill to come and put me in the cast. The thought of being benched for so long made me feel like vomiting. Up to that I was still wondering why the hell all the Waynes, including Cass and Steph were now back from the patrol and the person I needed most was out of reach. It made me worried and spinning into belief something might have happened to him. Luckily, Tim was there to keep me company.

“How are you doing, Ego?”

“I’m about to be crippled, can you imagine?” I rolled my eyes and Tim pursed his lips “Sorry, Tim, I didn’t mean to be harsh. I need to switch the mode from the one tuned onto your older brothers to the one tuned on you.”

“How is that different?” he asked sitting on the edge of the bed.

“With Dick, it sometimes feels like he see the little girl in me and I have to prove that I’m a grown up, capable of handling myself. With Jason, you know, we tease each other, we bicker and spite but it’s just a common sense of dark humor we both understand and that brings us closer. With you, I can be more sensitive, withdraw for a while without thinking I’m losing, drop all the pretenses.  I think out of everyone in this family you are the most insightful and I really, really like that, Tim. You might be the only one that brings some sense of peace to the Waynes. ” I smiled

“Thank you y/n/n.”

“You see, that’s consciously used nickname. I haven’t heard it in a while.”

“Just had a feeling it might lift your spirit.” He squeezed my hand lightly and I reciprocated.

“It did. Thank you too.”

“Y/n. Tim.” a male voice reverberated from the entrance.

“Morning, doctor.” Tim nodded in acknowledgement.

“Hi, Jonah” I smiled. He might have been an esteemed doctor etc., but he was dealing with this family for way too long to use his title. He has seen many, many injuries of Dick, Jason and mine, some more embarrassing then others, never knowing the real stories behind getting them. I mean, of course, no one ever told him we were Gotham’s vigilantes. Besides, he was at the same age as Dick, so I treated him like a friend, rather than someone who I should keep distance from. Even if he wanted more and was very clear about it in the past. Before me and Jay got together.

“What happened this time?” Jonah smirked

“Not much. Just casual broken leg.”

“Out of everyone I met in my practice you are excelling when it comes to self-distance. And you are a Wayne.”

“I was never legally adopted.” I pointed out.

“But you were raised by Wayne. With all the respect he’s not the one to joke about himself.”

“Can’t blame him for that” Tim muttered obviously referring to the part of our life Jonah had no idea about. “I’ll leave you two to it. I believe you are in good hands Y/n and …..”

“Can’t you be my emotional support here, Timmy?” I whined eyeing him with doe eyes. Maybe, subconsciously I didn’t want to be alone with Jonah. He still had that unintelligible tendency to flirt with me. Directly. Even if he knew I was with Jay. (speaking of the devil, I was still wondering what the hell was with him.) “Please?” this sounded more desperate than intended  but it was hard to give the air to the handsome doctor who I was not interested in but with who I had to keep good relationship. For the sake of the family and our health of course.

“Y/N?” Before Tim was able to answer Damian peeked through the half-open door. This little demon. Ever since he arrived at the Wayne Manor he had learn so much about people, emotions and relationships. Thanks to his natural intelligence he quickly figured out why I was acting strange around some family friends  and felt the need to keep me safe from any intrusion. Much to Jay’s annoyance since the red bat felt like his brother was stealing his job from him. What was even better about Damian was that he developed the ability to switch between his assassin, cold, sneaky self and the charming, innocent, youngest member of the family. And now, using his softest voice he was asking permission to come in and accompany me in the medical procedure. He looked almost sweet. Only Tim and I noticed the murderous glint in his eyes. He wanted to watch over me, rather than expand his knowledge.

“Come on in, Damian. I bet dr. Hill has nothing against your presence here, isn’t it right, Jonah?”

“Um… I…..” the MD stuttered and that gave away the fact that he was in fact going to flirt with me again and Damian just got in the way.

“See, Dami. Told you. “ I smiled and patted a spot next to me on the bed “You can even take a place here if you’d like.”

“Mhm. I think I’d like that.” He smiled, but this time it was more predatory then before “I could observe carefully.” And with those words, he jumped on the bed.

I really loved this silent connection with Damian. We never needed any words to communicate. It was extremely hard to get to him at the beggining, but unlike everyone else, who was approaching him with caution and gentleness I never did it. He was an assasin. He was dangerous, sometimes. He was harsh and extremely direct in his opinions. But that was what I liked about him. And while everyone focused on showing him the meaning of friendship and family, introducing Dami to the other part of life, he never knew about, I was rather concentrated on proving to him that all the traits he possesed that people assumed were bad could actually be used for his benefit. I think that was why in time we developed pretty strong bond.

***

“I think that would be it….” a while later Jonah finished his work and started gathering  utensils, almost shaking under Damian’s predatory gaze. He did not have enough time to get used to the little Wayne.

“You can ease up, now.” I whispered when the doctor turned around “I think you scared him enough. And besides, he’s leaving now.”

“Whatever.” Dami shrugged but eased up his glare. A bit.

“I guess I’ll see you in two weeks, Y/N. Just to make sure everything goes in the right direction with healing.”

“Sure. You know I appreciate your care Jonah. We all do, right Dami?”

“Sure.” the boy crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes

“I… um… I’m gonna go now. I know the way, no need to see me out and …..”

“Where is she?!” of course Jason chose this moment to burst through the door and immediately collided with the other man “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Dr. Hill came to provide medical attention, Jason. Which I desperately needed.” I explained in the low voice, accenting some parts of the sentence just to spite my boyfriend further.

“I was just leaving.” Jonah stuttered. Guess he still remembered his last confrontation with my jealous boyfriend. To tell the truth, I remembered it too - the aftermath were quite pleasurable, Jay made sure of that.

“Good for you” Jason hissed “farewell, doctor. Now, off you go too, demon. I need Y/N for myself.”

“Are you sure she wants it?” Damian stood up in front of Jay, the height and posture difference being so comical I couldn’t help a single laugh.

“Pretty positive.”

“Why don’t we ask her then? Y/N, do you want Todd to stay?”

“Hm. I’m not sure…..” I tapped my chin thoughtfully

“WHAT?! How can you not be….?!”

“You are late, Jay. How does the saying goes? You snooze you lose?” Damian smirked upon my words.

“Y/N!” Jason exclaimed.

“Oh, and now you are yelling at me.” I pouted “And I’m severely injured. And in extreme pain. This is just so… so…. “ I sobbed in a phony matter “… unfair….”

“Oh, come on….” he gasped and threw hands in the air in desperation “this is way too dramatic for you.”

“Yeah, you’re right” I dropped the theatrics immediately. It was no fun pretending when he already knew I was doing it. “I’ll be fine, Dami. You can go. Thanks for staying though, it was funny observing Jonah so intimidated.”

“If you need anything......”

“Don’t worry, demon. I got her covered.” Jace practically pushed Damian out the door and closed it tightly. “He’s a menace.”

“He’s… intense. But we both know he is a good boy, Jace.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” He shrugged standing in place. Oh, the war of nerves he was waging against me. Of course, he was not going to show any care. At least not in the beginning. But I wasn’t going to relent. If he wanted teasing, teasing he would get.

“Guess I’ll be benched for a while.” I pointed towards my leg “and that means Jonah will be coming here to check on me. I wonder if he’s going to be as friendly as usually when he gets me alone.”

“Stop saying his name!” he hissed and fell onto the bed next to me, cupping my cheek. Unlike his harsh voice, the touch was so gentle caring and loving. “Stop talking about him. I hate that guy. He almost stole you from me.” He moved closer, leaning his forehead on mine and then he realized “You did this on purpose didn’t you, my girl?” 

“Of course. But I love how it turned out.” I stretched my arms and locked them around his neck pulling him closer. “Hi, Jace.”

“Hi, baby.” He pecked my lips chastely and rubbed my sides carefully “How are you feeling?”

“I’ll survive. If anything I would die out of boredom in the next weeks.”

“We’ll figure something to keep you entertained.”

“Like helping Babs in her woman in the chair position?”

“For starters. You will get to see me in action on the big screen, how does that sound?”

“I’ll make a crack video.” I laughed at him and he frowned “Hey, don’t be mad, Jay.” I laid my head on his shoulder and he exhaled deeply, playing with the strand of my hair.

“I could never be mad at you.”

“Is that a challenge?” I sneaked a peek at him.

“Ok, stop it now. I’m trying to be thoughtful and caring here. You’re ruining the moment.”

“Sorry. Guess I have tendency to push the point.” I sighed and felt his arms wrap tighter around me. It must have been hard and uncomfortable to hold me like this, with my leg outstretched but he did not complain. “What took you so long? Are you all right, Jaybird?”

“I’m good. Sorry I couldn’t get here sooner, baby, I played a vital part in the ambush for the …..”

“ I know. I knew the plan we were executing. I was just worried and the crazy thoughts kept creeping in and ..... ”

“Hey. Stop spiraling. It's about you, not me.” he pulled away “look at me” I followed and once again our gazes met, making me melt. Jason was stubborn like a mule, ironic, impenetrable, acting like an edgelord towards everyone and keeping his distance. But when someone (like me) was persistent enough to get through, all the good things inside him were enough to cover up for the worse ones. Now, he was looking at me with so much love, attention and care it was indescribable ”I love you.” he whispered slowly, eyes never leaving mine and tears started falling down my cheeks. Guess we both sucked when it came to good emotions. 

“I love you too Jason. So freaking much. Please, don’t leave me now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. But you need rest. Your body needs rest. Let it have it. I’ll keep you safe.”

“From who?” I laughed and he followed.

“Anyone.” Jason answered kissing the top of my head. “You do realize you will have to stay in the manor until you heal, right?”   

“Look who’s ruining the moment now.”

***

Third person POV

10 hours later.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” Dick hissed when he saw Y/N walking around in the batcave “You are injured!”

“It’s not an excuse for being lazy.”

“I swear you are getting worse than Tim. You need rest!”’

“Mhm, sure, someone told me that before. I think I got enough sleep for a lifetime. And now….”

“Do you want me to call upon Damian?”

“I don’t think he respects you enough to come upon a call. He wouldn’t listen. Besides, what would he do?”

“Do you want me to call Jason?”

“Getting desperate here, Dickie?”

“Y/N.”

“What? I just… I want to help you guys. It’s 9 p.m., normally I would be preparing for patrolling and my body just falls into this pattern, adrenaline kicking in. I won’t be able to stay here doing nothing.”

“We’ll be fine.”

“Sure. Remember what happened last time you said it?”

“Care to remind me?”

“You got shot!”

“Minor inconvenience. And it healed fast.”

“I swear everyone in this family is insane.” She turned around to the extend her cast allowed her and threw hands in the air dramatically.

“You included?”

“Of course me included. It comes with even standing close to you or Bruce. You are like a disease.”

“You’re my favorite too, Y/N. Now go. The hell. Upstairs.

***

She swore she won’t be able to fall asleep, but her organism knew better. Or rather Jason knew better. When he saw her limping up the stairs, he just breezily, yet mindful of the leg picked her up and tucked in the bed.

“I hate it!” she pouted trying to get out again.

“Don’t even think about it” Jason warned.

“I’m not thinking, I’m simply doing.” she threw the blanket away but Jason was quick to take action.

“The hell you are.” taking her by surprise he laid in the bed next to her, putting an arm around her, nailing her to the mattress. “I’m not letting you out.”

“So what, now I’m a prisoner?” she shifted only to lay on the side and face him.  

“Am I a punishment for you? Is that what you are saying?”

“No” she sighed “this shit on my leg is.”

“I should really kick the ass of the one responsible for letting it happen.”

“That would be me, Jay.” She pointed out “Are you really ready to fight me?”

“We’ll spar after you get back to full health.”

“I’ll hold you to this word.” she smiled lightly “You know, I like it when you’re here, next to me…. Maybe I should not let you go.” Her hand travelled up his muscled arm and then down, tracing all the scars and cuts, relishing in his presence and this little moment of peace and open vulnerability. “Not that I hold such power over you, of course.”

“Sure not. You’re getting a bit too cocky here, sweetheart.”

“Hm.” She muttered “Can I at least keep you until it’s time to go?”

“I think I can manage that. But since we got only like an hour left, how about I compensate for it by bringing you closer to me?”

“I think I can manage that” she whispered and hummed softly when his hands found her waist pulling her in and shifting positions so that he was lying on his back and her head landed on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. The fact that they didn’t need any words to fill in the silence was the perfect indicator of how they felt about each other. Much to her displeasure she slowly started drifting off, lulled by Jason’s touch and gentling, his warmth and safety she felt with him. “Come back to me in one piece….” She muttered before the sleep enveloped her fully.

***

It was so damn hard to leave her and Jason’s heart ached at the simple thought of being forced to wriggle out of her embrace. Said hour later, Y/N was deeply asleep next to him, her warm, soft body being the sweetest weight he could imagine. Only now he realized he would have to go through the entire night without being able to hear her bickering through the comms and it made him shiver. She was probably the only one to understand his wicked sense of humor and help him keep his cool and remnants of level – headedness without falling back into the killing and violence with which he acted right after the pit. He loved her. He would give her everything and yet, she would settle for anything from him. She always claimed that his protectiveness was welcomed but not necessary. She didn't need his action, she needed him, his presence, time and soul. It was hard to comprehend at the begginig, but he was slowly learning how to love and be loved fully.

Jason closed his eyes, feeling her breathe calmly next to him. She was right, it’s been a while since they have been this peaceful and this close together and he hated the thought of being forced to break it. But she would understand. After all, she was a vigilante as well, familiar with the night patrols. And she would never ask him to stay back just for her whim.

Involuntarily, reluctantly, he started moving, the coldness of the air immediately replacing the softness and happiness he felt with her. Y/N whined quietly and adjusted her sleeping position to his absence, her hair falling straight onto her face due to the movement. Jason smiled, tucking them over her ear and caressing her cheek, which made the girl lean into the touch.

“Enough.” He had to bring himself upright. One more touch or kiss and he would forget about Gotham, patrols, missions and his entire family and lie down next to her again. She thought being benched would be hard for her, and yet never realized how much he would struggle through it.  

***   

“Babs…..” Y/N limped into the cave, dressed in Jay's hoodie and rubbing her eyes.

“Rough night?” the red haired girl turned from the computer, facing her younger friend.

“Something like that. I had a nightmare.”

“About? If you want to talk about it of course.“

“Nothing explicit” Y/N shrugged and perched on the edge of the desk “mission going wrong, people getting hurt…. the usual stuff.”

“You need something to keep your mind busy?”

“Yes, please. What do I do?”

“You have some tech skills, so you can be the one to walk boys through the patrol tonight” Babs smirked

“You want me to take your place?”

“Not fully. I’m not quitting my job just yet. But you can be the support. From what I see Red Hood has been unusually violent today and someone needs to pacify this one.”

“I’m not sure if it’s good idea for me to do it.” Y/N hesitated, picking her fingernails.

“And why exactly not?” Barbara frowned and eyed Y/N carefully “you’re working together on a daily basis. You are a couple. You know how to get to him.”

“I…. I don’t want to, Babs.”

“Why?”

“Cause he’s out there and I’m here. If anything happened I won’t be able to rush for help and…..”

“You’re worried.” Babs stated

“Maybe. But please, don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. I promise. And believe me, I get it. When I was forced to hang the mantle of batgirl and Dick was out on the streets, I felt the exact same thing. But it’s just something you learn it time in relationship. You learn to let go of  your own fear for the benefit of the other person. You have to learn it or it will consume you and eventually lead to fights and misunderstandings.”

“Can you help me with it, Babs? I… I really don’t want to mess up what I have with Jay.”

“Sure y/n. I’ll help you. And I’ll make sure Dick have the same conversation with your boy.”

“I don’t…..”

“Hey, relax. It would be just brotherly talk. Jace is a prick but he loves you. But love needs to be mature. And he’s not there yet, sometimes he acts too emotional for the sake of both of you. I only do it because I care about you.”

“Thank you, Babs.”

"What are friends for?" Barbara nodded and would probably add something more if it wasn’t for the voice coming out of the speakers.

“Oracle, are you there? Why aren’t you responding?”

“I’ve just had important conversation with Ego, Nightwing.”

“About what?”

“Emotions. And you won’t like what I will ask you to do after you get back from patrol."

"Given our history together I think nothing can surprise me anymore."

"I'm sorry, is anyone working there? I need some intel!"

"Polite as usual, Red." Babs hissed "And in fact...." she glanced at me "I'm taking a night off."

"Whatever. I'll just handle myself then."

"Ego will guide you tonight." Babs smirked and I mentally facepalmed. She was so much like Dick at times.

"I hate you" I muttered but took her place in front of the screen "Hello Hood. Guess I won again. You are condemned to my advice."

"I think this is going to be an interesting night then, Ego."

"Oracle! Get Ego and Hood off the line now." Bruce hissed through the comms. "I swear I am working with immature kids."

"We're working on growing up, Bruce. We really do." Babs smiled, with zero intention of listening to his orders. Guess I was in charge after all and in fact, I started getting the feeling it would be quite enjoyable.

@pinksirensong

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[cmtcahrule]

No Words. Part 2.

For those who can't or won't watch.

26. After our wedding I had purchased all of these lanterns. I had this storage unit of all of these lanterns because they really went with the vibe. I had him and his friends drive them in a U-Haul to Texas which was really helpful until they got stopped at the border with weed and went to jail. So they helped when they could.

27. So when things really blew up for him, which I knew took some years, and you were in the spotlight at red carpets, and you were at big movie premiers, and more eyes were on you, how did that feel? Like you had the taste of fame from the hosting, but did you like being in that spotlight of Hollywood? It felt really weird. Like I should be asking questions. I felt like I still wanted to be the person asking questions. There’s always a fine line. You want to be a supportive wife. But you don’t want to lose your identity. Your husband’s career is going one direction but I have always found it tricky to be a supportive wife and maintain everything else that I want. How can I maintain my young, bitch self and be who I am?

28. I wondered how you felt when he was doing really well and you had to come along for the ride? Everything goes back to relationships. We were best friends. We went everywhere together. We didn’t have kids for 5 years. We were together on every set and every experience. I have so many of my friends from his movie sets like Social Network.

29. Where were you when your marriage was ending? Were you ready? I don’t think anyone is ready. I am such a family person. My family is everything. I would literally do anything to take any pain away from my kid. There is literally nothing I would not do.

30. I am a very Christmas card, basic bitch girl who believes family is more important than life or work. I would honestly do anything to keep my family together.

31. During COVID ahead of the divorce announcement: He was having struggles with his dad. He said mentally I am not OK. Like for me, if anyone said I am not OK, you don’t argue with that.

32. Long story short, he left. I saw some text messages that were not supposed to be sent to me.

33. You know what, we have worked so hard and come so far, you just don’t leave your family during a global pandemic. Especially with everything that we have been through.

34.Yes, family is important, but some people are OK with infidelity, but some people can move on, some people can turn a blind eye, but I fucking deserve the world and I am not the girl.

35. I think people make mistakes but I was never going to stay in a relationship where I was disrespected.

36. I remember screaming and crying and not understanding how and why that this could even be happening after we had so many plans. We wanted more kids. We wanted to be in this neighborhood.

37. It was the most horrible time of my life. I am strong. Yes, you are strong as fuck. From the sidelines, watching you…the way you handled it should be written about.

38. Did he try to fight for the marriage when you wanted to end it? He was not in a great place at the time. I won’t speak on his behalf in terms of treatment but all I wanted for him was for him to get help.

39. I drove him to the airport.

40. A good place to heal is where there is no paparazzi or tabloids. I honestly think that one more year might be our “safe zone” here. It is not like we are hiding but I just want to protect them until they can understand that we are both in really healthy places now.

41. I told my daughter I will buy half of your car if you wait until you are 16 to have a phone.

42. I don’t want to overstep but this came out in the media that Armie is paying $1,500 per month in child support and for some reason that became public. I have built a really successful company and I have 3 shows right now in production. I am so grateful for the success of my company and my team. I can sit here and literally spend however many dollars on another year of arguing back and forth with him about how much money and it is such a waste. I will provide for our kids. They are with me all the time.

43. We were in LA and we were staying at my friend’s house and together putting the kids to sleep and reading a book together. That is what kids want and that is what makes them happy. If that is the one thing I can give them I will. There is nothing I won’t do for them. They didn’t ask for any of this.

44. Are you still dating your hot boyfriend? Yes. He is amazing. He is from Lithuania. Born and raised in a small village. He is a physical therapist. I am in love and I love him.

45. So if you move to LA is he going to come? I don’t know. Everyone says the city will ruin him. He is very traditional. He is only 26.

46. The kids love him so much. He is so present and great with them. He is never on his phone.

47. Our family of four, including Armie, is really important to them. That is their identity now.

48. Regarding work: I am excited for the one on Discovery. It is basically a Dateline but with modern terms. Toxic relationships. I am manifesting 300 seasons of it.

49. We have also done a show on Hulu about opening the location here in Cayman which I am hosting and producing. A couple of other ones that just sold.

50. In the end, everything comes down to trauma. Maybe you are filling a void you did not have when you were younger. We are all products of our upbringing. And that really manifests itself in romantic relationships.

#Youtube

[moonystoes]

if you stomp and step on people intentionally, then you are right, I do not like you. One day she is going to seriously hurt someone. Doesn’t matter if people just get up and shake it off. Again, if we on social media hadn’t blown this out of the shop, it would not have been a problem with MT posting that picture. Honestly, I don’t see either MT or LJ doing anything wrong in this situation. We are the problem. And another thing, you need to be able to call out people on their bad behaviour without the racist card being thrown every time. Why is it always ok for people to lash out at McCabe for how she plays, but as soon as LJ is involved in anything people are being racists? Yes, some people are assholes and can’t criticise players objectively, but when someone comes out with an objective meaning of a situation, you get the “you are just picking on her because of race” bla bla bla

Wow what a bunch bullshit you just said. I feel like I need to discuss every point you said because none of them are valid.

1) "One day she's going to seriously hurt someone":

But...did she? How do you know she'll seriously hurt someone if she never did. You're just assuming that based on nothing. She hadn't harmed anyone, so this is irrelevant 💀💀. So let's go harass her and claim her as a aggressive player that injures them when... that never happened? Okay!

2) "if we on social media hadn't blown this out of the shop, it would not have been a problem with MT posting that picture.":

We? Who's we? Cuz that seems like its you and the racists that are bashing LJ for something she didn't do because of a picture withOUT context. 'We' are standing AGAINST the people that are blown this situation. That are actively claiming LJ is some fucking terrorist or something for wanting a fucking BALL. And yes, without YOU racists existing that picture would've been okay. But racists exist, and dumb idiots like MT postes pictures of her OWN black teammate that is experiencing racism for breathing and liking comments of something that never happened is a problem.

3) "I don't see either MT or LJ doing anything wrong in this situation.":

Well start seeing then tf💀💀. I don't even know why MT thought it was a good idea. Turner is in the wrong, be serious.

4) "We are the problem.":

Nope. That's you, not me. Bot us that's standing against racism in sports... don't label me as your kind.

5) "why is it always okay to lash out at McCabe for how she plays":

...is the lashing out in the room with us?? 👀 Because last time I checked, Katie's foals are funny, quirky, crazy, hilarious, and silly. Edits of her fouls are on tiktok and people say shes iconic and funny. The only people that I have seen that spoke against Katie's aggression are Chelsea fans. And that's because they see the HYPOCRISY coming from white supremacists and racists that hate on LJ for being aggressive but support Katie.

6) "But as soon as LJ is involved in anything people are being racists?":

Exactly yes 😘😝, yayy finally you got it 👍.

The reason why this situation is based on racism is because the issue they claim literally never happened. What MT posted never happened, but LJ is getting harassed when she NEVER did it. What happened against Nigeria, did you see me defend it? No, in fact I was shocked and disgusted by it. But this situation? Absolutely RACISM 😝😝!! Because when Le Tissier literally pushed Mayra Ramírez and elbowed faces like she's some fucking rugby player, no one was speaking about it. Everyone is crying about a 'headlocking' that never happened, when poor Mayra was injured and treated like shit in the WSL as well as her not even knowing English.

Lastly, fuck off and never come here again. And if you do, remove the anon so I can block you.

#moonytoes anon #chelsea wfc #chelsea women #woso #woso community #women's football #engwnt #england lionesses

[sunflowersteves]

this is totally self indulgent, but could you maybe do the fruity four and how they would deal with a reader on their period with bad cramps and mood swings? like taking care of them, etc?

so sorry I forgot to post!!! listennnn i got carried away with Steve ok aksjsjs don’t judge. anyway, I hope you enjoy, lovely

steve, at first, has no idea what he’s doing. like you complain to him that you’re on his period and he jumps into action to run to the grocery store.

mans is fighting for his life in there because he forgot to ask you important details like brand, size, etc., for your pads. he also forgot to ask what you’re craving for and it sends him into a kind of panic.

so what does he do? he grabs a basket, rolls it over to the pads/tampon isle and just shoves a shit ton in the cart. he’s picking out literally everything and just shoving it in there.

he then moves to the food isle and is doing the exact same thing. he’s grabbing chips, candy, sodas, cake, cookies, and even bread. just a load of bread. anything and everything is going to be in that damn cart. he also got you pain meds and a heating pad. but just one of each.

the total comes to like $147.56 but he doesn’t care. He slaps his parents credit card down to the cashier and starts bagging up the groceries. that man is on a mission and price be damned.

once he’s back home, he sees you huddled on the couch with a shit ton of pillows and blankets. “Stevie?” he squats right in front of you, taking your hand and giving it a kiss. “yes, dove?”

“Will you rub my tummy? it hurts.” he just smiles bright at you, forgetting all about the groceries still in the car. he’s crawling into the blanket and pillow fort, snuggling into you. he starts to rub soft circles onto your lower abdomen. “I love you, stevie.” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you too, baby.”

nancy would already have absolutely everything you need. she always has a plan and is always prepared, so she’s definitely prepared for this.

she also knew it was coming, the woman had it on her calendar marked, “my pretty’s cycle.” but this time your cramps are bad. like you’re in the shower and can barely stand up kind of bad.

she watches you come back into your room—eyes furrowed with pain. “baby?” she’s immediately onto you, a hand resting on your cheek. “do you need me to get the heating pad?”

you’re nodding, trying to speak but it only comes out as a cry. she lays you down and prompts you to roll up onto a ball to help the pain. she’s bringing the heating pad over and plugs in into the outlet.

she places it onto your lower abdomen and she almost leaves to get you a glass of water, “nance, please don’t leave.” tears are pricking your eyes because Jesus Christ it hurts and she’s immediately comforting you.

“hey, hey, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t leave I promise. scoot over, okay? yeah, that’s it. I’m right here, baby.”

Robin would also be panicking because she doesn’t really get cramps and has no idea what to do. literally no clue.

she bought three different kind of period pain meds bc she wasn’t sure what brand. she saw an owl shaped heating pad and bought it with the rest of her family video money immediately.

i have a feeling that your period cycles are also aligned. so she’s also on her period when you have yours. she’s buying extra pads and tampons, especially since she knows you have a much heavier flow sometimes.

she would also cuddle you all day, she’s not leaving your side. she’s giving you back rubs because you’re in pain again and she has no idea what to do.

“thank you, robie.” she’s pulling you closer to her, pressing a kiss on your temple. “I love you, baby.”

and you’re giving her a boop to the nose, her smiling brightening even further. “I love you too, honeybun.”

Eddie knows that he as to be as patient with you as possible. you get bad mood swings on your period mixed with cramps and it’s not the best.

one moment you’re cuddling him and refuse to leave his side and then the next you’re crying in frustration. “I can’t get the damn lid open!” he’d walk over and open the jar, watching you huff and puff in annoyance.

don’t even get you started with technology. if the tv isn’t working, you are screaming profanities left and right in frustration. Eddie just calms you down, wrapping you in a big ole hug. you slowly ease into a steady breath, snuggling into his chest.

now, when it comes to cramps, eddie feels so bad. he knows he can’t do a damn thing to help, especially if meds, heating pads, and tummy rubs don’t work. when it’s like this, he never leaves you side. no matter what. the man is a koala.

and you don’t mind one bit because he’s just so comforting to be around. he’s pressing kisses onto your cheeks and neck and tummy. he’s curled up in a ball right next to you in case you need him—a few fingers touching your wrist. he’s right where you need him, that’s for sure.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Hey babes. What do you think about 🚪 showing up at the other's door, needing comfort + 🧸 exes with feelings Tommy, pretty please?

Thanks for sending this in, Ari! 🥰❤️ Sorry it took a little bit to write, but I’m stuck on the fic I’m currently writing and decided to try my hand at this. I hope you enjoy!

Don’t Want to Be Like Them

Warnings: familial issues, Tommy may be a little ooc

So it’s rather late at night when there’s a knock on the door to the Shelby family home on Watery Lane.

Tommy jolts awake at the sound of a fist rapping against wood and is surprised that he’s still sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He runs his hands over his face as he stands and slowly walks to the door, all the while wondering who could be on the other side of it. “(Y/N),” her name slips from his lips before he can stop it, and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him.

“Tommy, I’m sorry, I...” she pauses, choking back a sob, “I didn’t know where else to go.”

“It’s ok,” he brushes her apology off, “come. Come in,” he then steps aside so that she could enter the house. “What’s the problem, lov...(Y/N),” he quickly corrects himself and clears his throat, almost calling her the nickname ‘love’, which he perferred to use instead of her name when they were together.

All (Y/N) has to do is look up, the tears in her eyes shimmering in the dim light of the room, and Tommy knows the problem.

“They’re fighting again?” he asks her, his voice soft now as he watches intently for her answer. She doesn’t speak, but instead nods her head softly. That’s enough for Tommy though, and immediately he takes her into his arms, holding her tight against him as he feels her body start to shake softly.

“He lied to her again...and she can’t take anymore of the lying,” (Y/N) finally spoke into the fabric of his shirt after they’d been standing quietly for a few minutes. “I can’t stand to be around them when they fight. It’s like I have to choose a side and I can’t do that...I can’t choose a side when it’s family.”

“I understand,” Tommy agrees with her, his one hand softly carding through her hair while the other stays firm on her lower back. “It’s tough when you have love for the both of them.”

(Y/N) lets him hold her for a few moments longer before she steps out of his embrace so that she could wipe the remaining tears from her eyes. “I know I shouldn’t be crying over this; that it’s not even my problem and all I’m doing is inserting myself into it for pity,” she says then, laughing in spite of herself and how emotional she was being.

Tommy purses his lips at her statement and he thinks about it for a moment before shaking his head. “You have a right to cry about it...their arguments have an affect on you, no matter how much you try to avoid them,” he tries to reason with her, sympathy flooding his featues. One of the things that always got to him was when he heard about parents arguing. It always brought him back to the messy fights that his parents used to have when he was younger.

“I don’t want us to be like them, Tommy,” she finally speaks after a few moments of silence pass. Her crying had slowed down and now she was just hiccuping every so often.

Tommy’s brows furrow at her statement, “what do you mean?” he can’t help but ask.

“We fought and we broke up. I...I don’t want to be like my parents...and your parents. I want us to be different,” she tries to explain herself a bit better but it just leaves Tommy even more confused.

“Are you saying that you...”

“I want us to be together again,” she cuts him off, confirming what he was trying to get at.

His eyes widen slightly at her confession, his mouth now gaped slightly. “I...I don’t know what to say, (Y/N),” he tells her, giving his honest reaction to her declaration.

“I still have feelings for you, Tommy. And I don’t know if you have the same, but I still can’t forgive myself for leaving you after that fight,” she continues with her confession.

“I have feelings for you too, (Y/N)...always will,” he tells her, a slight smile forming on his face even though his mind was still reeling.

“So would you want to give us another chance?” she asks him, hope in her eyes now.

Tommy takes a deep breath. He’s not sure if she’s thought this through or if she’s acting on her impulses and emotions. Although he would like to call her ‘his’ again more than anything, he needs to think about the longevity of the move. “Why don’t we sleep on it?” he suggests then, his eyebrows raised slightly.

(Y/N) purses her lips. She initally wants to keep on trying to change his mind and answer, but she stops herself. She knows that he still has feelings for her, and that he’s not outrightly opposed to the idea. So she gently nods her head. “Ok, we’ll sleep on it,” she agrees with his idea before adding, “although my mind won’t change from what I think now.”

Tommy nods his head as a soft smile forms on his face. Quietly, he extends his hand and she takes it, allowing for him to lead her up the stairs and to the room that they’d shared so many times before. Soon enough they were under the covers in bed. Tommy has his arm wrapped around (Y/N)’s waist and they fall asleep fast that way because they are in the arms of the person they both needed most.

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[succubusphan]

Two Man Team - Chapter 7

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

Rating: E

Tags/warnings: Friends to lovers, Friends with benefits, mental health issues (mainly anxiety), Slow burn, Dan is a psych student. Canon divergence (the timeline is altered and some things never happened), Slutty Phil, Angst with a happy ending. The fic spans many years.

Author's Note: Written for the OSPBB 2023 @oldschoolpbb. Thank you @effingmeteors for being my life saviour and beta as usual and to my artist Lin @anironsidh.

Edits and the art will be added at some point, we are busy bees.

POSTING EVERY DAY UNTIL IT'S COMPLETED.

Total Word Count: 75k ish

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CHAPTER 7: Somebody I used to know

2013 was like a fresh start for Phil, not that he had ever wanted one. Returning to his packed-up Manchester flat after spending New Year with his parents was nothing short of devastating. He looked around the sea of boxes and the happy memories and let out a choked sob, starting to hyperventilate as he thought about Dan. He was supposed to be there to help him, bring his things so they could move to London - together.

He walked around the flat and cried until his stomach hurt. He could see Dan everywhere. The sleepovers, the nights cooking together, the laundry crises. Finding Dan’s Manchester hoodie was the last straw; Phil’s world was falling apart around him like a house of cards and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He heard the keys turning at the door and covered his face with both hands, trying to calm himself down, but he felt faint. He slid to the floor slowly and felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around him.

“What’s wrong?” Mark asked.

Phil tried to speak but only managed to sob loudly. At least that meant that he could breathe a bit better. 

“Is it Dan?” Mark asked and Phil nodded against his chest. “Don’t worry, love. I’m coming with you.”

Phil looked up at him in confusion. “What?” he said shakily. 

“Did you think I would let you go alone when you’re like this?” Mark smiled sadly.

Phil shook his head. “Your job-”

“I quit. I have a few interviews set up already,” Mark said. “You are more important.”

Pulling Mark into a tight hug, Phil continued to cry. He was fucking pathetic but at least he had good friends. “T-thank you.”

“It’s ok. Who wants to work retail anyway?” Mark laughed. “This will push me to find a job in my field.”

Phil smiled through the tears despite everything and looked around the flat again. He had been so immersed in his pain that he hadn’t noticed Mark’s things packed as well. He couldn’t go on like this, he needed help.

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The train ride to London was quiet, too quiet, but he knew that Mark understood, and apparently kept himself busy texting someone all the while. Even as they walked into their London flat, Phil just stood by the door and thought of what to say, but he had nothing at all. Mark pressed a kiss to his forehead and went exploring.

He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do before going after Mark. “Which bedroom do you like?” Phil asked in a monotone voice and Mark gave him a sad look.

“I don’t know, which one do you want?” Mark tried.

Phil shrugged.

“Maybe the bigger one would be good for filming,” Mark said, trying to get a single emotion out of Phil.

That was true, but if he was honest with himself, he had pictured Dan filming in that bedroom. “I want the small one, it has better lighting,” he lied.

Mark smiled at him and rubbed Phil’s arm gently. “Deal,” he said. “Come on, I’ll make you a coffee before the movers get here.”

“We don’t have the kettle here yet.” 

“I brought it just for you, what do you take me for?” Mark said.

That finally stole a smile from Phil. 

He sat on the grey sofa that came with the flat and felt himself sink into it. It was almost too soft, but it would have to do. Mark joined him a little while later, or so Phil thought, but the worried look he gave him let him know that maybe it had been longer.

“I’m going to need you to keep living,” Mark said, handing him a cup of coffee.

“I am,” said Phil flatly. 

“You’re not,” Mark countered. “We’re going to order pizza, you’re going to eat at least half and then get a shower.”

Phil frowned. “Do I stink that badly?”

“No, of course not. You know I would tell you,” Mark snorted. “But it will help you to… I don’t know, get into your routine again and it’s self-care.”

“Hmm,” Phil said. “I was thinking of finding a therapist.” He paused and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I think I need help.”

“Admitting it is the first step. I’m glad that you decided to get help.” Mark took a sip from his mug and winced. “Too hot. What made you finally think of therapy? You have been very resistant.”

Phil considered telling Mark what he had been thinking about recently but pursed his lips.

“I can tell that you’re keeping something from me.”

“I don’t think we should have sex anymore,” he mumbled.

“We haven’t done it in ages, love. I assumed as much, but I understand the need to set a boundary. And don’t think that I’m buying that, that’s not what’s bothering you. Please, just…” He trailed off.

“I’m exhausted,” Phil finally said, nursing his drink. 

“Go on.”

Phil pulled on a loose thread sticking out of his T-shirt. “And… sometimes I just want to sleep.”

“I’m going to need you to finish that thought.”

“I want to just sleep and not wake up… sometimes,” he shut his eyes, not wanting to see Mark’s face when he said it. “Just sleep forever. Rest. I want to rest.” He dared look up into Mark’s eyes.

“Phil!” Mark said, his eyes filling with tears. He took their mugs and set them on the coffee table before pulling him into a tight hug. “Phil, shhhhhhh. Don’t say that!”

“I’m sorry,” Phil said, the only emotion coming to the surface being shame for making Mark cry. Mark never cried. “I’ll get help.”

“I’m here,” he said shakily, rubbing Phil’s back.

Phil remembered to hug Mark back. “I’ll eat. ¨Promise”

“Good,” Mark whispered.

That night, Phil did eat and shower and lay awake all night thinking. It was completely stupid but he still hoped that Dan would reach out, notice that Phil had stopped trying to communicate and suddenly remember that he’d had a friend, but that didn’t happen. 

Slowly, life got busy again. Mark took care of him for the entire first month of their London adventure, but as he started a trial period as an accountant at a Tesco, Phil had to get his shit together. Life was going to continue with or without him and it was time that he actually did something for himself. It took him two tries to find a therapist that he liked and that he felt comfortable enough to discuss Dan with.

She agreed that his diagnosis was anxiety, not depression, but the frown on her face when he mentioned the natural sedatives let him know that she didn’t approve of Dan’s suggestion. Each session left him depleted, causing him to take a taxi home and get into bed immediately. Still, Mark had no mercy for him and woke him up to eat dinner every single time. It took a few months to give her a full rundown of his life and what he was going through at the moment but she seemed optimistic about his future. Wednesdays soon became the days he looked forward to, and sometimes, it even seemed too long between sessions but he held on to his sanity as hard as he could and didn’t ask to go twice a week.

Coincidentally, as his mental health improved, so did his career. AmazingPhil hit 1 Million subscribers, and his monthly radio show got quite popular and usually went smoothly, except for the time he switched the show off the air and nearly got himself fired. He’d been charming enough that the producers decided to have a sit down with him and explain what every button did 20 times instead of giving him the boot. He was on the cover of many teen magazines, had to do photoshoots here and there, both of which he hated, and started to be able to actually save money. Well, eventually; at first he didn’t even have the money to get a haircut so his mane looked ridiculous and he ate ramen for quite a while, but then things got somewhere. 

Still, Dan’s absence was like a shadow cast over his life. Not a day went by when Phil didn’t wonder what he was up to, or where he was. It was inevitable since it was still affecting his life: when Dan had pulled from every project he hadn’t signed by December of the previous year, Phil had had to let go of some things that just didn’t make sense without him. They had book deals lined up among other things that he didn’t feel confident enough to do on his own. The idea of the book was a tribute to their joint content, their friendship and their fans. Project X, the gaming channel, was also dropped. Phil couldn’t even imagine playing MarioKart, Halo, or any of the other games they’d played together. 

By the end of the year, Mark had met Noah, his boyfriend and moved in with him. It had been a welcome change for both of them. Mark deserved to be happy and not be Phil’s carer and Phil needed to be an adult and take care of himself. It was ok, he felt ready to do it and he knew Mark would have never left if Phil wasn’t actually doing better. He’d even started to feel that he didn’t even need weekly therapy appointments anymore.

That is, until Christmas. Phil had gotten it into his head that he would be ok with spending Christmas home alone instead of going up North. Family gatherings had not been great on his anxiety, especially the previous holiday season with all the questions about Dan and what he would do now that he didn’t have a collab partner, but it turned out that being alone with no plans was also not good for his mental health either.

He had held off putting the tree up until the 24th because it reminded him of the time he and Dan had decorated his parents’ house for Christmas that week in December. At first, putting on music and singing along was keeping his mind on the right track, but when he got to the ornaments, he found a small brown bear with a red ribbon around its tiny neck. He could hear the memory of the first time he’d seen it even to this day.

“Do you like it?” Dan said.

“Aw, it’s so cute!”

“It’s for you. My family used to call me Bear when I was little so I wanted to give you something to remember me by when we’re not together.”

“I wish you could stay,” Phil regretted.

“Me too!” Dan said. “I better give you your New Year’s kiss now, since I won’t be here…”

Phil smiled widely, his stomach full of butterflies as Dan pressed their lips together for a sweet kiss.

He blinked, his mind returning to the present. He looked down at the tiny bear and saw a tear fall on its head. Pausing, he considered putting the ornament in the trash, but he didn’t have the heart to do it. He couldn’t display it either. 

He cleared his throat, reached for the star, put it at the top of the tree and closed the box. The tree looked a bit silly with lights and only the star but there was no one around to pester him about it. He put the box away and made himself a drink or five before going out to a club to find someone new to have sex with.

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2014 and 2015 only brought Phil more success, more subscribers and more work. He got his own request show on Radio 1 and even hosted the Brit Awards. He was so proud of himself and the fact that he always managed to convince extremely famous people to play his silly games, wear masks and answer his random questions. Phil found that he had a talent to come up with things on the spot so he was never caught with his pants down, so to speak. His pants were often down though, but for very different reasons. He might not have been the hottest guy around but he was confident enough that he could pull nearly any guy he wanted and so he treated himself quite often, allowing himself to feed his ego in what he knew was the wrong way, but it kept him afloat.

Feeling better about himself, Phil finally decided to give mixed therapy a go to finish resolving what he had been carrying with him for so long and the new day to day things that added to his anxiety and random bouts of insomnia. At least, he’d capitalised on that with the Sleepless Night With Phil videos. His new therapist wasn’t amused by that.

It took him nearly a full year to feel like he was getting anywhere near to being stable but it was worth it. In 2016 he also continued experimenting with meditation after remembering how it had helped in the past, and found a method that suited him better than just clearing his mind. His mind was never empty, on the contrary, it was always chaotic and colourful, so he used that in his favour. 

He had officially dated 3 guys, all of them good people, but he didn’t feel for them like he had for Dan; they weren’t nearly as funny, or as compatible with him. He couldn’t help but compare them to Dan and, honestly, being closeted to his fans didn’t help matters either. Whatever relationship he wanted to embark on, it was doomed to fail because he didn’t want it out in the magazines and as a public person, he had nearly no privacy at all.

A curious yet helpful side effect of his lack of private life was that Phil got to address his hypersexuality in therapy because if he continued to hook up with random strangers, it was bound to come out and he didn’t feel like it was worth it. He did a complete 180 and decided that he didn’t want to do relationships or situationships anymore. Granted, his newfound lack of a sex life worried his therapist a bit, but she was supportive of him no longer channelling any failure or aspect in his life that he found lacking through sleeping around with anyone who caught his eye. It was partly due to her pointing out that Phil was using hypersexuality as a way of self-harm and as a way to boost his own self-esteem when he felt low. The first part was shocking, the other one not so much. It was hard to feel low when he felt wanted. She did call Phil out for his reticence to commit in relationships but he pretended that he didn’t hear her. That was a problem for future Phil.

At last, Phil found his self-worth within himself, his good heart and how he carried himself in his life, professionally and in his interpersonal relations. He prided himself in being a good son, brother, and friend. He made those special relationships a priority in his life and took great care of them, reaching out, having honest conversations and just saying I love you. In time, he’d realised that no matter how much you loved someone, sometimes it was necessary to say it out loud instead of letting people make an assumption.

What solidified the change had started to make on his own was his grandmother’s death. Phil wished he’d had the chance to say goodbye to her in person, that he had taken a trip up North, but she was gone in a blink. Instead, he tried to find comfort in the conversations they’d had in the last few months.

#succubusphan fics #phanfic #phanfiction #phan #dan and phil #phan au #ospbb 2023

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The Pierre/Max piece is adorable. I miss speaking about little Max, also, 'Pierre is significantly better at playing with max than you are, and he also gives the best cuddles.'

Just Max regressing and begging you to get Pierre around but Pierre is tied up with his team so can't. You try to explain this to Max but he just wants Pierre and when you try to play with Max or cuddle him to get his mind off of it but Max, who isn't really whiny, whines begging for Pierre because Pierre gives the best cuddles and plays better. He loves you and loves you taking care of him but Pierre is just better at playing with the cars because Pierre understands with no words.

Max telling you that Pierre is better at playing then you and you have to watch how you react because it can one of two ways. If you act offended Max can either become really upset because he upset mommy or he can be a giggly mess because he knows that you're messing around (depends on what made Max regress and what mood he is in).

Anyway, little Max playing with Pierre is an adorable idea and I can just imagine Pierre looking after Max whilst you just watch on from the side heart full of love.

-🔥

Ok this is about yesterday’s poly pairing but it’s just so good that I have to answer it today anyway.

Firstly, I think max might beg for Pierre when he regresses before pierre even knows he’s a little? Because little!max doesn’t understand that it must be kept a secret, all he knows is that Pierre gives the best hugs and he really wants one….

It always end in a meltdown, either because max things you’re being mean by not letting Pierre come play or because he thinks that Pierre doesn’t want to play with him. Both are untrue of course, but little!max doesn’t know that.

So it’s a huge relief when Pierre finally does know, because then when max asks for Pierre, there’s a chance that Pierre might actually come. And if it’s at all possible for Pierre to get to him, then he will. Pierre loves spending time with max when he’s regressed, loves being one of his caregivers.

And yeah he’s so much better to play with! Max loves it when you read him stories or cuddle him or tuck him into bed or watch movies with him or cook with him. Those are the things his mommy does best. But Pierre is the one he wants to play cars with and gets hugs from.

Unfortunately, Pierre can’t be there all the time. There are plenty of occasions where Pierre can’t get away from his team and therefore can’t get to max.

And yeah of course max is gonna be whiney then. He wants his hugs and someone to play cards with and can make him feel so safe and small.

Usually, max is very understanding when something doesn’t go his way because he tries so hard to be a good little. He never wants to make his mommy upset.

Unfortunately the exception to this is when he wants Pierre, because that’s not something he tries to understand. All he knows is that he wants Pierre and Pierre isn’t there.

Sometimes he’ll get all moody and refuse to play with you because “Pierre plays better”. You don’t react to those things much because you know it’s just him acting out. But a lot of the time saying those things will make max break down?

Because he was mean to his mommy…. He was a bad boy.

So now he’s missing Pierre AND he was mean to his mommy. It’s far too many big emotions for such a little boy and he’ll end up sobbing in your arms as he tries to work through it all.

Usually you’ll FaceTime Pierre? Sometimes you don’t even wait for max to stop crying, you FaceTime Pierre while he’s still crying because Pierre is so good at cheering max up and making him realise he’s a good boy.

And then of course Pierre rushes home the moment he can to give max all the hugs he could ever want.

#poly challenge tag #poly!max/pierre #little!drivers #little!max #mv #pg #gn!reader #🔥

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When All Is Crumbling

:Patience Series- Part Five:

In which: Thanksgiving is almost perfect and wonderful and then it’s not quite so much.

Word count: 2774

A/N - yeah I’m sorry it’s all angsty. All the time. With just the tiniest sprinkling of fluff. I do really like this chapter though and I have big plans for the next one. Also to all those on my tag list you make me unbelievably happy! Thank you so much reading and and enjoying enough you want to be aware of the next update! And as always no beta we die like goose.

T/W - mentions of death, (not a main character). I can’t think of any others, but lol if you see any.

-/-/-/-

Thanksgiving sneaks up on them this year and for the first time Mav and Ice have a houseful of people to share it with. The day before Ice is cooking up a storm. Pies, reds from the oven smell divine while cooling on the dinner table. Fresh rolls join them shortly after. Turkey is dry brining in the fridge, vegetables are cut and ready to be cooked the next day, cranberry sauce is bubbling on the stove, and Ice is mixing together green bean casserole while the sweet potatoes are baking in preparation to get mashed and topped with marshmallows.

All in all the house smells fantastic. Bob has been busily making place cards for the table with help from Natasha and Bradley volunteered to bring a bottle of wine and a couple bottles of sparkling cider.

After lunch Mav takes Bob to see his mom. While Mav certainly feels a little awkward being there for their little reunion Bob is very excited to introduce him to his mom, Laura. Mav participates in the conversation a little, but mostly he sits back and lets Bob and Laura talk. It turns out in the right company Bob is very talkative. He tells her all about life at the Kazansky house, about how fun Mav and Ice are and about how quiet and kind Natasha is.

All too soon they have to leave and both Bob and Laura cry. Mav feels bad for needing to leave, but it can’t be helped. And Mav feels even worse when Bob pulls himself together and assures him that he’s ok. He knows he’ll get to call her Saturday. No child should have to be that strong when it comes to being separated from their parent.

Bob gets sniffly in the car, but doesn’t actually cry. Mav rubs his knee and assures him they’ll make time to see her again. The whole thing breaks Mav’s heart though.

-/-/-/-

The phone rings as Mav is drying the last of the dinner dishes that didn’t fit in the dishwasher. He drops the dishtowel on the counter and grabs the phone.

“Kazansky residence, Pete speaking.”

“Uh. . .is Natasha around?” The voice is young and male.

“Who should I say is calling?”

“Um. . .Jake.”

“Hang on.” Mav says, he pulls the phone away from his ear and leans around the door way to look into the living room. “Tasha, someone named Jake is on the phone for you.” She glances at him and stands up. It’s starting to become more evident that she’s pregnant. Her bump is a little more noticeable now. She joins him in the kitchen and accepts the phone when he offers it to her.

“Hi.” She says softly, glancing at Mav, who’s gone back to the dishes waiting to be dried. Jake says something and Natasha smiles for the first time in the three weeks she’s been with them. “I’m ok. Not super sick. Tired. Mmhm. You can definitely tell now.” She rubs her bump, smiling just a little, “Monday. Really? I’ll-I’ll have to check, but I’d really like that. I miss you too.” She laughs a little and glances at Mav again. “Mm, Tora. I don’t hate it. Yeah. Blaise. It is not! Oh. Alright. Monday? Well, I do have to check, but they’ll probably say yes.” She’s says her goodbyes and returns the phone to its cradle. Mav hangs the dishtowel on the oven door and unplugs the sink.

“Um, Pete?” Natasha asks, pulling the sleeves of her t-shirt down over her hands, “could Jake come with me to my appointment on Monday? It’s-I’d-he’s-”

“Of course.” He smiles warmly and Natasha knows he understands what she’s trying to tell him. She smiles a little and then rests her hands on her bump. “Oh, um, your dad called again this morning.” Natasha sighs and wraps her arms around herself. She sniffs and wipes her nose on her sleeve, then turns and leaves.

-/-/-/-/-

Late that night, woken by an ache in his hips, Mav goes down to make himself a cup of tea and sit on the heating pad for awhile. It’s become a common occurrence when he wakes at odd hours to find the kitchen light on and Bob or Natasha at the table. He can smell the turkey cooking as soon as he steps out of the bedroom, but even more so in the kitchen.

It’s Natasha this time. Sitting at the table, one foot up on her chair and her arms wrapped around it, watching the kettle boil. She looks when Mav walks in. He smiles at her and grabs a mug from the cabinet and the box of decaf earl grey. He waits by the stove for the kettle come to a boil and pours water into both his mug and Natasha’s, then takes the two mugs over to the table.

“Thanks.” Natasha mumbles, lifting her teabag and letting it drop back into the water a couple times.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mav asks. She doesn’t look at him and he assumes she doesn’t, so it catches him a little off guard when she starts to speak.

“I don’t remember my mom. Not really. I mean, I remember her in the way that pictures feel familiar and stories feel like memories, but they’re not really mine.” She tells him. “My dad has spent my entire life in and out of prison and when my grandma died when I was ten I started getting shipped off to different foster homes while he was incarcerated.” She pulls in a shaky breath, “and no one wants me anymore ‘cause I’m the fuck up that got fucking pregnant. And wanting to keep my baby makes me some kind of horrible rebel ‘nd I’m just gonna be a bad influence on their perfect angel children.” She spits, trying futilely to wipe the tears off her face.

“I’m sorry people have made you feel that way, Natasha. That’s cruel and unfair. I think it’s incredibly brave of you to want to keep your baby. That’s your choice and you have every right to make it. No matter what anyone says.” Mav tells her, reaching across the table to take her hand, a little surprised that sh lets him.

“Just wanna give my baby everything I never had. They deserve a mom that loves them and I want so bad to be that for them, but I’m fucking terrified.” She’s full on sobbing now, clutching his hand as of afraid he’ll leave at any moment. “I don’t know what im gonna do when I have the baby or where I’ll be or how I’m gonna take of a baby living like I do.”

“Hey, Natasha, listen to me,” he squeezes her hand and she glances at him, face red and puffy, tears still trekking down her face, “Ice and I will always be here if you need us. Whether you need a place to stay, clothes, food, money. We will help you. This is me making you a promise.” He tells her, “I never make promises unless I know I can keep them, ok?” She nods, wiping furiously at her face. After a few beats I’d silence Mav asks, “Can I ask when you’re dad is set to be released again?” She sniffs and he rubs the back of her hand with his thumb.

“He’s got a parole hearing thing on Tuesday.” She tells him. He nods.

“I’m gonna ask another question, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, ok?” When she nods he continues, “is Jake the baby’s father?” She nods again. “Is he your boyfriend?” Another nod. “If you ever want him to come over or you want to go see him, you can. We have mo problem with that.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He let’s go of her hand after giving it another squeeze and groans a little as he settles back in his chair. “Don’t get old. It’s not worth it.” She humors him with a small smile and picks up her mug.

-/-/-/-

Thanksgiving day dawns bright and cool. The house smells like turkey and it’s not completely unpleasant. Bradley shows up at eleven and Sarah, Ice’s sister, shows up just before noon. Things are a little loud and chaotic. And then they just get more so.

The phone rings and as Ice is up to his elbows in dinner prep Mav answers.

Kazansky residence, Pete speaking.”

“Mr. Kazansky, it’s Mira. Natasha’s case worker?” She sounds frazzled.

“Of course. How are you?” She sighs heavily.

“I’ve been better. I’m calling about Natasha’s father.” She tells him, “it seems yesterday a fight broke out in the courtyard and currently Mr. Trace is being held responsible for the wrongful death of another inmate.” Mav doesn’t even know what to say. He looks at Ice, doesn’t know what he looks like, but if Ice’s panic is anything to go by, not good.

“Oh my god.”

“They still have to conduct an official investigation, but I’ll be frank with you, Mr. Kazansky, it doesn’t look good. Not with his record. Unless they get some damning evidence proving him innocent, they’re going to lengthen his sentence. Three years at the minimum.”

“What’s wrong?” Ice asks, Mav just shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry to ruin your Thanksgiving, but I thought Natasha should know sooner rather than later. Especially considering this now means he won’t be having a parole hearing on Tuesday.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re absolutely right. I’ll make sure to tell her.”

“Thank you. I’ll call as soon as I have more details.” They exchange goodbyes and she hangs up. Mav stumbles into Ice and clutches at his shirt.

“Pete, what the hell is going on?” Ice asks.

“Natasha’s dad may have killed someone. He definitely won’t be making parole on Tuesday.” Mav whispers. Ice goes wide eyed.

“Shit. Poor Natasha.” Mav nods against Ice’s chest. The phone starts to ring again and Mav can’t bring himself to answer it. Ice grabs it from its cradle and answers it himself. Mav only listens with half an ear until Ice says,

“One minute, I need to check with my husband.” Mav glances up at him inquisitively. “They have another placement. They need a place for him tonight.” A part of Mav wants to say no, this isn’t a good time, but the other part screams at him that there’s another child in need of a place and they can give him that. He nods. Ice smiles and presses kiss to his forehead. “Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes.” Mav says firmly, leaving no room for argument. Ice confirms with the social worker that they’ll take the placement and ends the call. Something hisses as it boils over.

“Shit!” Ice rushes to turn the burner off and Mav sinks down into one of the dinner chairs, trying to figure how he’s going to tell Natasha she won’t be seeing her dad on Tuesday.

-/-/-/-

His name is Mickey. He’s ten. A brutal car accident took his mother less than two weeks before and poor Mickey had spent all of those two weeks alone in a hospital bed. His father is deployed and they haven’t been able to connect with him yet, but Mickey’s been discharged and made a ward of the state until a family member can be reached.

He’s a bit short for a ten year old, with buzzed hair and the barest hint of a Mexican accent. From the moment he steps into the house Mickey seems to have the uncontrollable urge to touch anything and everything. It’s thoroughly confusing to Mav to watch this little boy stumble around, running his hands along the walls and all the furniture.

Ice has to tell him flat out that it’s because Mickey is almost completely blind. Mav feels kind of stupid, but he’s not willing to admit that to anyone, even Ice.

According to his file Mickey cannot even attain 20/200 vision. Which took a Google search to be understood. His vision loss happened in the same accident that took his mother from him.

But despite his vision loss Mickey is smiley and talkative and cheerful. And not accustomed to celebrating Thanksgiving. But he happily digs in, demolishing a turkey leg with glee and practically eating his weight in mashed potatoes and gravy.

-/-/-/-

After dinner Natasha is helping scrub pots and pans while Mav loads the dishwasher when Ice suggests Bob show Mickey to the bedroom they’ll be sharing.

“Natasha, can you sit for a second?” Ice asks. The blood drains from Natasha’s face. She hesitantly sits down at the table. Mav and Ice sit opposite her.

“Did-did I do something wrong? Are you-am I-”

“No, hey, no you’re fine. We aren’t kicking you out or anything.” Mav assures her. “I-we got a call from Mira today. About your dad.” Her entire demeanor changes from worry and fear to frustration and anger.

“What did he do now?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“He’s currently being held responsible for the death of another inmate.” Natasha’s jaw drops.

“He killed someone?!”

“They don’t know that for sure yet, but pending an investigation he can’t have a parole hearing.” Mav tells her. She pushes her chair away from the table hard enough that it plates with cutlery on them rattle.

“Fuck!” She yells, surprising Ice and Mav with her outburst. She turns away from them, breathing hard. Mav stands and carefully walks around in front of her. She’s crying. “Stupid.” She mutters, “shouldn’t be upset. Never makes parole. Doesn’t care. Hasn’t in a long time.” She’s staring at the wall, eyes unfocused, still muttering to herself.

“Natasha?” Mav asks, taking a careful step forward. Her eyes snap to his.

“Can I make a call?” She asks.

“Sure.” She grabs the landline and leaves the kitchen with it. Ice slumps in his chair and Mav feels like he might fall over.

“After she finds out the gender of her baby we should throw her a little baby shower kinda thing.” Ice says. Mav perks up a little.

“That’s a great idea, baby.” Mav walks back around the table and gives Ice a kiss. “Wanna leave the rest of the pans to soak and be dealt with tomorrow?”

“Yes, with the understanding that it’s a terrible idea and we’ll hate ourselves for it in the morning.”

“Of course.” Mav leans down for another kiss. “I’m so fucking tense now. My shoulder is starting to ache.” He pouts.

“Is that your subtle way of asking for a back rub?”

“Did it feel subtle? It wasn’t supposed to be.” Ice just shakes his head with a small smile before standing up.

-/-/-/-

When the leftovers are stored and the dishes stacked as neatly in the sink as they can be, Ice and Mav decided to head upstairs. After all it’s been a long, exhausting day. They step out of the kitchen they can hear Natasha talking in the living room. It sounds like she’s crying. Ice and Mav share a look before ascending the stairs. They check in on the boys, finding Bob reading aloud from Stuart Little. Bob flushes bright when he realizes they’re watching. They apologize and leave them be with a reminder not to stay up to late.

By the time they’re settled on their bed and Ice is digging his thumbs into Mav’s shoulder in the best way, they can hear Natasha making her way upstairs.

Twenty minutes later they’re laying in bed, drifting between wakefulness and sleep.

“Are we crazy?” Mav asks.

“What kind of asinine question is that?” Ice mumbles, pressing a kiss to Mav’s bare shoulder. “Maverick.” Mav rolls his eyes.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” Mav groans and rolls away from him. “Our life is a little chaotic, but would you really do anything different?”

“No.” Mav replies, “I just thought things would be calmer than this once I retired.” Ice shorts in a decidedly unattractive manner.

“Has anything in our lives ever been calm?” Mav grudgingly agrees. “I love you, Pete.” Ice tells him, pressing another kiss to his shoulder.

“Love you too, Tom.” Mav turns his head to give Ice a kiss, before reaching over to flick off the light.

The storm has really only just begun to break and there are plenty of hard days to come, but wrapped up in each others arms they can’t find it in themselves to worry about it. The siren call of sleep pulls them in and the gladly let the waves pull them under, blissfully unaware of Natasha crying herself to sleep across the hall.

-/-/-/-

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[im-no-jedi]

writing down my thoughts as I rewatch “Pabu”, this is the most incoherent I’ve ever been, be prepared ROFL

what planet are they on in the opening scene? how long have they been hanging out with Phee? has she been in regular contact with them ever since “Entombed”? I NEED TO KNOW

love that Omega was at the table with Phee the whole time, and Phee used the excuse that she was teaching Omega her trade, we love to see it 🥰

I RECOGNIZED STEVE BLUM’S VOICE INSTANTLY AND NEARLY WENT FERAL

Phee handing that poisoned drink to Omega was really funny to me for some reason LOL

Hunter and Wrecker. HUNTER AND WRECKER. LORDY HELP ME. as if I wasn’t already in love with those two... D A M N 😍😍😍

nah fr Hunter flinging his blade at that worm was LITERALLY SOMETHING I WROTE IN MLWTBB OVER A YEAR AGO WTF

I just need that entire fight sequence embedded behind my eyelids plz, it was SO good \o/

TECH PLAYING SOLITARE ON TOP OF GONKY, I DIED 🤣

all of Phee’s comments about Omega, gurl knows what’s up (and Hunter totally agreed with her)

why was that message from Cid so freaking ominous??? ma’am??? where did this animosity come from all of a sudden??? srsly I feel like the “Cid is a villain now” thing came out of nowhere (despite what happened in “Faster” but I digress... idk it just doesn’t sit right with me ok lskjdfgklfdkj)

they’ve been away for THREE WEEKS doing what exactly???? hanging out with Phee??? traveling to nowhere in particular???? I NEED ANSWERS PLZ

I can NOT believe Pabu is literally just Palma Flora (a city in Wildemount that I set my DnD campaign in 2 years ago). literally the events that happened in this episode were VERY similar to that adventure from the Wildemount guide, and I am cackling about it haha

Phee literally being female space Indiana Jones was not on my bingo card, but I’m not complaining about it, good for her \o/

NOT WRECKER WITH THE “you’ve got some competition!” TO TECH I LEGIT LOST MY MIND OMFG

SERIOUSLY I CAN’T BELIEVE TECH/PHEE IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE LSKJFGUIHGLFKDJ

the way Tech stopped when Phee started walking to the museum.... BRUH. DOES YOU HAVE A CRUSH MAYHAPS 👀

Omega immediately befriending Lyana made me SO happy, she finally has a friend her age (which I KNOW Phee thought of on purpose, she brought them all there for OMEGA’S sake, I KNOW IT) 🥰

“do you know everyone here?” “of course! we’re all like family!” YOU DON’T SAY 👀👀👀

THE MONKEYS. they’re so cute and I want 20 of them thanks 🥰

“I... have not heard her laugh like that in some time” *SCREAMS INTO MY HANDS*

to no one’s surprise, I’ve been monitoring Hunter like a HAWK, and I’m pretty sure that man never stopped smiling from the moment they landed on Pabu OMFG. I know everyone is talking about Omega’s happiness, but HUNTER WAS HAPPY TOO. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. AAAAAAAAAAAAA

speaking of...

“as a father, you couldn’t ask for a better place to raise a child”

*INHALES SHARPLY*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

literally I was SHAKING after that line, I am a WRECK and I will NEVER RECOVER

ALSO

“a little stability might do you all some good“ I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN SAYING THAT THE ENTIRE TIME THANK YOU PHEE

it’s not just for Omega, they ALL need this, they ALL need a safe place where they can just live life and not have to worry about anything, PLEASE they need it so bad 😭

space sushi is canon. SPACE SUSHI IS CANON. HALLELUJAH \o/

the way Hunter told Omega to “have fun”... MY DADGUM HEART. SIR. I’M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH YOU PLZ 🥺😭💙

“I’m full! I am NEVER full!” STOOOOOOOP. this poor man has never had a decent meal in his LIFE, I am SOBBINGGGGGGG

and then Tech “I will note the date and time to commemorate such a momentous occasion” PLZ SLKFJGHGLFKDJS

crying actual tears at Omega out on the boat, smelling the ocean, feeling the sun on her face, and reminiscing about Kamino... MY SWEET BABY 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

and then Lyana with “doesn’t that get lonely” after hearing that they’ve never stayed in one place for very long... GURL. I FELT THAT. I LIVED THAT. O O F 💔

Phee practically dragging Tech over to the corner to see the lights; she even grabbed his wrist, the menace. she’s got it BAD for him, and he totally feels the same way, I LOVE THEM 🥰

Hunter noticed the monkeys were acting weird, but I KNOW he also felt the vibrations in the earth before anyone else. my man is just that good ok 😌

are tremors common for islands like that? I have no knowledge on the subject. my initial thought was OMG THE ISLAND IS ACTUALLY A DORMANT VOLCANO because of the shape of it?? idk LOL

Hunter ABSOLUTELY could feel the vibrations. “I don’t think it’s over yet” HE KNEW. HE COULD FEEL IT. HE’S THAT GOOD 😤

the fact that it’s been 30 YEARS since the last sea surge, and another one just so happened on the same day TBB showed up. @jam-n-ham and I joked that they brought a curse to the island ROFL

the warning alarm sounding like a foghorn was a nice touch 👌🏻

all of that water receding so quickly was TERRIFYING 😰

Hunter quickly taking charge and telling everyone what to do in his usual calm demeanor, my GOSH I love this man 😩💙

Wrecker sticking with Shep while Phee stuck with Tech, no surprise there 🤗

Omega sounded so scared when she called Hunter, oh my poor baby 😭💔

Tech and Phee with the grappling hook 👀😏

Wrecker immediately picking up the old guy and running off with him, I love him so much 😂

this episode marked the THIRD time we got pilot Hunter, and I am LIVING for it. Tech, please give him the wheel more often 😍🥰

also, I am suddenly reminded of “why is Omega hanging off the ship?!” after rescuing the girls; how’s that for an unscheduled study break? 😝

Wrecker putting the old guy on his back and climbing up the ladder like it was NOTHING 🥵

honestly, one of the most heartwarming things was seeing all the people helping each other during this crisis. when Wrecker came up the ladder, several people grabbed the old guy and helped him up, then several more grabbed Wrecker when Shep was about to fall. Shep was right, the whole island is like one big family 🥺💙

that shot of the island from the following day was devastating 💔

Tech and Phee still hanging out; he literally is just following her around now 😁

WRECKER OMEGA AND LYANA SLEEPING UNDER THE TREE 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

absolutely OBSESSED with that moment between Tech and Phee when she stops him, what am I saying, I’m obsessed with all the moments between them, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS CANON FR LDKFJGHJUIGOFLDK

Hunter wanting to stay so they can help rebuild the damaged homes 🥺 as if he needed another excuse to stay amiright 😜

“I had the same idea” “did’ya now?” SLDFJGHIOHGLFDKSJHD

SRSLY THEIR SMILES AT EACH OTHER HELLO??????? YOUR HONOR THEY’RE IN LOOOOOOOOOOVE 🥰🥰🥰

the fact that Shep reiterated that they’re welcome there... y’all they finally have a HOME 😭😭💙💙

and that’s it! end of the episode. man. just pure serotonin from start to finish 💙

and yeah, I know we all have the same thought. “it’s not gonna last!!” WELL MAYBE THIS TIME THINGS WILL BE DIFFERENT HUH, EVER THINK OF THAT???

I honestly think we’re meant to assume the worst, but it’ll end up being ok. sure, Omega getting captured by the Empire is absolutely still going to happen. but I think Pabu overall is going to remain a safe spot for them to return to, similar to Ord Mantell. they’ll finally have a real home. and it would be completely dissatisfying to have that all taken away just for the sake of ✨drama✨. let this show be the ONE time everything turns out ok in the end, please Jen and Brad, I am BEGGING you 😫🙏🏻

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb season 2 #anyway I'm going to have this episode on repeat until next week thanks #for the rest of my life actually #this might be my new favorite episode of the show PERIOD #my heart is SO full after seeing this #what a prime example of that SW hope that the franchise promotes #so so SO grateful for this show in general #I'm getting mushy and emotional all over again #sldkfjgsldkfjs #star warz #tbb spoilers

[petitelepus]

heyy! may i please request a twst matchup if requests are still open? if not you can just ignore this lol

i’m super introverted, quite reclusive at first and not one to trust or open up to others so easily. my goofy ahh social anxiety isn’t the nicest so i get quite nervous when around tons of people. i also don’t talk much at first because anxiety and i spend way too much time inside my own mind. i do a complete 180 when talking online though or when i open up to someone. i’m generally a really sarcastic and blunt person so some of the things i say can come off mean when i don’t mean to (most of the time). i also make a lot of meme references and use a ton of internet slang even when speaking irl and it confuses some people it’s kind of funny bcs they’re like wtf are you saying? i can get a bit talkative when talking about my interests to fellow likeminded cultured people but it takes a lot of encouragement for me to get out of my shell. also i’m a super curious person and it’s bitten me in the ass a few times but idc because i enjoy learning new things… even if it means seeing the strangest internet shit just to understand a meme. i’m pretty ambitious which makes me way too critical towards myself and sometimes to others but it’s bcs i want all of us to succeed. also super studious — if i don’t get good grades i’ll cry and my parents will go ballistic

my hobbies include playing a bunch of video games (card games + board games too), reading, and drawing. i’ll be so invested doing smth (especially school work) i forget to eat/sleep/shower/live normally.

ok that’s it sorry if it’s a mess tysm for reading this and i hope you have a nice day!

I match you with Lilia Vanrouge!

Lilia is extremely carefree and very social so when he takes notice of you sulking by yourself, your mind obviously wandering somewhere in your head, he is drawn toward you. He may startle you with how open he is, but fear not, Lilia doesn't mean anything bad.

Your sarcastic and blunt comments on things amuse him greatly. He doesn't mind if you go and say something mean, mostly because he finds it funny instead of hurtful.

Lilia is older than he appears, but he is open to new things and experiences. He has learned some internet slang by playing games with Idia, but will happily learn more with you.

He admires your passion for things you care about and doesn't mind listening to you talk about them. The more excited you get the happier he gets.

Lilia loves your curiosity and oftentimes joins you when you want to try new things. New game? Count him in! A new dessert in Mostro Lounge? Let's go!

When you get as old as Lilia, you learn stuff. He doesn't mind tutoring you. When you come running to him with a bright smile on your face and a exam with perfect score in your hands, he feels happiness course through him. You're just so cute.

#twisted wonderland matchup #twisted wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #anon #matchup #Enjoy! #And thank you! #It's hot here in Finland #I'm melting #TTvTT

[mysticwondersblog]

Ok, so idk if this happens to somebody else before, probably did, so let me know if your experience. (I’m still processing this, so it’s still fresh, so I’m writing this as well to hopefully calm myself down)

My ID expired, but, but, the website, .gov btw so it’s official, said that it’s been extended(the expiration date) for December 1,2022. At first I didn’t know that, so I go thru and TSA basically the supervisor guided me thru. And said that I was selected for “random more thorough security screening.” (Hmm, suure) but that was that. Now on the way back, same thing happened BUT I was prepared. I showed the person scanning the ID’s my phone with the official website with the notice in red and at the top saying that if your license or ID expired between this date then they have been extended for Dec. 1, 2022. Idk if he 1.he didn’t care, or 2. Didn’t even read it but he said to stand by the flag over there and a supervisor will come by. I WAITED a LONG WHILE but the supervisor arrived, Idk if it was because this time it was a lady, more specifically a black lady with her hair in braids and in a bun but I was feeling a little better. (Or maybe it was the fact that when she FINALLY showed up, I lost it, I couldn’t hold back my tears, so I told her my situation through that teary voice you get when you’re holding back crying cause you need to speak) She asked for another form of ID, so I showed her my debit card, and I walked thru to put my stuff in the metal slide thingy to scan your things. Now cause we are leaving I now know what to do. I did what was needed and then I realized they were holding my bags with them, and after a while another lady on the other side of where they scan you, she was a worker btw was the one that said they would need to open it.(So not even the people that were holding my bags! Had the nerve to say hey we’re gonna need to know your bags. No. A worker on the other side had to.

So they opened up both my carry on AND backpack. Now these things aren’t my issue, problem if you will. My problem is when BOTH TIMES, TSA don’t do ANYTHING when they see you crying/trying to hold back tears 😭 Like I would’ve looked like that emoji right there if I 1. wasn’t wearing a black mask and 2. If I wasn’t wearing my black hoodie zip-up. Like bruh, maybe if the supervisor acknowledged that fact and reassured me maybe I would feel better ❤️‍🩹

But anyways, that’s all

#airport security #autistic spectrum #maybe idk #im cryin #literally #sensitive #so mean #and for what #possibly #abuse tw #of job

[longeyelashedtragedy]

all or nothing episode 1: stream of consciousness comments

-not 30 seconds in and mikel is darting around in his all black outfit and Legs and dropping f bombs

-THE EMIRATES LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL WHO WANTS TO TAKE ME THERE 😭

-omg that cut from invincibles era to yakety sax fails in front of goal...ouch

-”as a manager you’re gonna be under pressure you’re gonna be questioned, but i’m ready for the fight”

-omg laca celebrating...my heart

-auba’s gold car....he and laca broing out

-”if you step to take the penalty, that’s a hero for me” thierry henry making me cry about baby b

-i want to talk to bukayo saka every single day

-babeys eating together!

-mikel’s office....does he have a little private patio outside? (also i like his backpack)

-mikel crossing himself THE LESS SAID THE BETTER OH BOY

-brentford fans clapping for B 🥺

-mikel’s grey sweater black pants and backpack getting out of his mercedes look...o hey

-(jealous of any country where you can wear a whole ass sweater and long pants in AUGUST)

-they had subtitles on ben white talking hjklsjgskfjsjfg

-the height difference between mikel and jo$h kroenke took me by Surprise

-mikel being like “the tsunami is coming 😁 the dark clouds are coming for me 😁🥲”

-aaron saying that when you’re a keeper you can be “dopey, a joker, stuff like that” shithouse king of my heart

-was that aaron’s mom kissing him when he signed his contract? i am dying

-where is gR A N IT

-oh there he is!!!  i fuckin love how suck-uppy he looks whenever mikel is speaking holy lord what a boyfriend what a couple

-”i know how hard you fucking try” listen i’ve never found spanish accents to be particularly s*xy but i might make the exception for mikel saying ‘fucking’

-granit giving shirtless advice at the half of the chelsea game...FUTURE MANAGER

-WAIT AND THEN MIKEL TELLS THE TEAM THE SAME THING 2 SECONDS LATER I’M 

-granit has such a fucking presence i’m

-these shots of them on the plane to manchester are really aesthetically beautiful? cold and stark and sad but with a weird warmth too

-O boy we’re about to get to granit’s red card 🍿

-granit’s mouth opens SO WIDE when he opens it 

-omg he goes to check on cancelo after fouling him but ferran torres pushes him aside...ICE COLD bruh

-ngl watching mikel’s interactions with josh kroenke i can See why he didn’t get sacked js...mf wants a thicc slice of that jamón ibérico (wrong region i know)

-”difficult things happen in your mind, you know” omg bby is barely holding it together

-ngl i’ve skipped through some of the footage of us getting our asses handed to us bc it’s too painful lol

-mikel is being emo and there's a shot of him really passionately texting someone and his voiceover is like. “You need the right people around you, to lift you and support you” and i thought he was texting lorena but then it cuts to him sitting with josh kroenke aldfAJLGAGLDG why is this like an awkward date

-uh hello mikel arteta eyelash king of north london

-F i still have 15 min left of ep 1 and i’ve been watching for over an hour

-why isn’t there more granit in thisssssss

-granit calling mikel a freak again jfc keep it in the bedroom (please don’t actually)

-everyone playing around at training how can you not love them

-”fuck me he’s fucking starting” AARON’S DAD....his family oh my gOD.  his mom....ahhhh

-oh here’s the inspirational speech but it still doesn’t show him drawing the circle holding hands!! come ooonnn

-when auba scores vs norwich i scREAMED even tho i already know this happens lmao

-bruh i had no idea how many emotions i would be feeling about aaron ramsdale after this!

-”your attitude was fucking spot on”

-F the next episode will have granit getting injured at NLD.......i’m not ready at all to relive this jfc (i was so fucked up when it happened lmao)

-WOW ok well!!!  wow! that sure was a journey, it only took me over an hour to watch the first ep lmao

#ihc watches arsenal #ihc watches all or nothing #episode 1 #i'm sorry some of these comments are unhinged

[joshuasearing]

Monday 9th October 2023

Hey journal today has been ok I started the day off by getting up really early as I was going to the gym with a mate from work. So I got up a little late which meant I was going to be a little late. I started the day off by getting ready and also having some porridge and making my protein powder shake. After I was all ready I left to go to the bus stop. Before I left I checked when the next bus was. It said there was one in 7 minutes and another one in 9 minutes. So I walked to the bus stop. Then when crossing the road I saw this bus but it was a different number than I needed, I then realised it was a school bus. The bus let me cross the road then I slowly walked to the bus stop. The weird thing was the bus stopped for me at the bus stop he must of thought I was a kid. Anyways i shook my head to basically say I don’t need the bus. But yeah it just made me laugh that the bus stopped for me although I’m 19 years old and got a full time job. Anyways after I sat down at the bus stop I realised when I checked the app then buses disappeared of the app and they actually was not coming. It then proceeded to say the next bus is about 25 minutes. So decided to walk to the gym instead which took me about 40 minutes in total. When walking to the gym I heard so much school drama as I walked past loads of school and college students as it was that time of the morning. I also walked past my driving instructor as he was taking he’s kid to school. I then after a while finally got to the gym. Once I got to the gym I had to get a day pass through my phone. I struggled for like 10 minutes trying to get this day pass. Because at first my card said I had insufficient funds so this means I had to take money out of my savings so I could get the day pass. Then the next problem was it did not give me my pin to get in as I’ve been here before so it gives me the same pin, this means I had to tap forgot pin. Then I finally came in. Also I saw seb there which is a friend from when I went to college. He works there as a personal trainer. So I spoke to him a little bit and caught up with him a little bit. Also when in the gym I tried to hit 60kg bench loads of times but got so close so many times. I unfortunately did not get it though. Me and Morgan (friend from work) were at the gym for a good two hours together and we absolutely gave it are all. We did loads of different exercises and worked are ass off. After the gym I then waited at the bus station and got the bus home. Once I got home I had some food then ended up going to sleep for about 4 hours as I was absolutely exhausted. I then once I woke up started to feel very down. Then faith called me and I started to cry a little as she comforted me with how I was feeling. I have also played a little bit of games on my pc. So this has been my day so far speak to you later, bye!

#daily journal #journal #my hobby #my writing