#and again she mentions that she and Anna did not know each other and had to pretend to be close friends

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello can you please do more baby or toddler reader x batfamily if you can😭i just love them

Oh sure can. I kind of love them too. I'll do baby reader, since we didn't have those in a while. Also, look at this adorable little penguin. Baby animals are cute.

Summary: First time that (Y/N) came to the manor.

Warnings: mentions of death during birth, but it's not (Y/N), a lot of fluff, angst(?), I don't know at this point.

Bruce was silently sitting at the dining table, looking at the phone, not sure how to feel at this moment. He had a one night stand 9 months ago and the woman he was with was carrying his child. Bruce asked her what she wanted to do, did she want to get rid of the baby or keep it?

Bruce was secretly hoping she would keep the baby, but he couldn't tell her what to do with her body. That would be wrong in his opinion. Thankfully, she choose to keep the baby. Thank God. Bruce was happy and he told his other sons about the incoming baby. None of them were surprised, but worried. A baby in their lifestyle?

They were all worried to say the least. Even Damian. Not about the fact that a biological child of Bruce was coming into the family, but worried about the fact that it's a baby. All of them were hoping for a girl, because who wouldn't want a little sister at their hands? Once they found out it was a boy, they were a tad disappointed, but didn't mind another boy.

The more the merrier was the joke.

The pregnancy was going smoothly... Until the time of labor came. He thought that it would go smoothly. He really did. However, it didn't. (Y/N)'s mom didn't make it, but (Y/N) did. That was the call he just got.

She passed away during birth. The nurse who called assured Bruce that the baby was okay. At the moment, Bruce was trying to collect himself before he broke the news to everyone. He looked up from the phone as his sons came in, all confused as to what has happened.

" What happened Bruce? " Dick asked as he sat down and Bruce rubbed his eyes.

" Anna, the one night stand gave birth today. She didn't make it, " Bruce announced and everyone froze.

Damian was left worried for the baby, Tim's mouth dropped and Jason was left speechless. Dick had to sit down.

" Are you serious? " Tim asked, eyes widening at the news. This was huge.

" Just got the call Tim. She passed away. Right now, I need to get some baby stuff. And that means furniture, clothes, diapers, damn formula too... " Bruce rubbed his eyes again, feeling overwhelmed by everything.

" We'll deal with that, " Damian declared and the other 3 nodded in agreement. " We'll just need your credit card. You need to make sure that the baby is taken care of. And we do need to think of a name. "

" I thought we agreed on (Y/N). And so did Anna, no? " Dick asked, rubbing his chin.

" Yes, we'll name the boy (Y/N). Also, don't go overboard. " Bruce warned and Dick chuckled.

" You shouldn't worry about money, since you are rich, " Dick mumbled as his face turned solemn.

" I know Dick. I trust you all. First and foremost, we need a list of what we need for the room. Create a list of furniture and then just make sure to get enough clothes for now. We'll think about that later. But formula is something that he needs, so make sure to get about a week's worth... Is that too much? " Bruce wondered out loud, sighing quietly.

" We'll get a week's worth, don't worry father. We'll go furniture shopping today, so that it'll be ready when (Y/N) is discharged from the hospital, " Damian said, looking Bruce in the eyes.

" (Y/N) will be okay here. " Tim put his right elbow on the table, then rested his chin in his hand. " We may be chaotic, but we'll take good care of him. He won't lack anything, " Tim said with a firm voice and everyone nodded.

" Oh hell yeah. We'll all step up for this baby. And we'll take care of him. We'll make a list of duties and try to do our best. " Jason crossed his arms as he leaned back into his chair.

" I agree Jason. "

They all looked at each other, clearly determined to make sure that (Y/N) is taken care of.

Bruce went to the hospital right after the conversation, nervous beyond belief to meet his son. He entered the hospital, where he asked the nurse for directions. The nurse gently led him where (Y/N) was and Bruce saw him through the glass, with other newborns. Bruce tried to not cry, tried to not tear up.

But he couldn't stop the tears that came up. He wiped them quickly and the nurse gently patted his shoulder.

" (Y/N) is healthy, mister Wayne. A good weight too. But sleeps most of the time, which is normal. The only thing you need to do right now is sign the paperwork for that adorable baby, " She said, gently smiling at (Y/N), then turned to Bruce.

" And I know that you are a single father and that a baby is different than teens, but you'll get the hang of it. And I know you must feel overwhelmed and not prepared, but no one is prepared for a baby. There's no manual to get ready, " She told him and Bruce chuckled.

" I know. But I've been reading books on how to take care of newborns. What to do and what not to do. But I feel like it's not enough, " Bruce explained and she nodded.

" Do not sell yourself short. You got this. And I think the little guy would love to live with you. Do you want to hold him? "

Bruce nodded. " But I need to sit down first. "

" Of course. " She gently led him to a room where he could sit down and then she left to go get (Y/N). Bruce has never felt so nervous and anxious in his life. He tried to calm down, but his nerves got the better of him. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves down.

He got ready as the nurse entered with (Y/N), who was swaddled and sleeping.

" Alright, are we ready dad? " The nurse asked and Bruce nodded. He knew he was ready.

The nurse gently put (Y/N) into Bruce's arms and Bruce smiled at his baby boy. (Y/N) opened his eyes and Bruce smiled even more.

" Hello (Y/N). It's dad, " Bruce said and (Y/N) seemed to scan him before letting out soft sounds.

The nurse adjusted his hold, warning him about the neck and head. Bruce listened intently, adjusting his hold accordingly.

" You have 4 brothers and you wrapped them around your little finger. They'll do anything for you, " Bruce said gently to his son, who seemingly smacked his little lips together. Bruce chuckled at that.

" I'll make sure you are never lack love. Never, " Bruce muttered, smiling at his baby boy. " Oh they'll love you. "

Bruce turned his head towards the nurse. " When can I take him home? "

The nurse thought for a moment. " Normally, we would discharge him with the mother, but since she passed and he's fine, you could take him today. "

So Bruce did just that. After he talked to all the appropriate people, signed a shit ton of documents in Bruce's words. Afterwards, he made his way to find a baby car seat. He quickly put it together in the parking lot. Being Batman is a perk of it's own. He put it together and went to the hospital to pick his son up and go home with him.

He could only hope that the boys have put together a crib. However, he didn't doubt that they bought it, they are all quick and efficient, but... He's worried. He can only hope that they didn't kill one another while putting together the cribs. He'll be happy if he he finds two of his sons unconscious. And without any broken bones.

Which Bruce knew was unlikely, but one can hope. He gently strapped (Y/N) in and drove home, making sure to be vigilant on the road and to make sure that both him and (Y/N) made it home safely. After a while, he parked the car in the yard and got out, taking (Y/N) with him, making sure he is swaddled and calm.

He opened the door quietly and he could hear voices upstairs, probably where they were putting together the furniture. He slowly walked upstairs, being quiet on purpose to see what was going on.

And was that a sight to see.

Damian and Tim were putting together a changing table and Dick and Jason have put some toys into the crib, making it comfortable for their brother.

Bruce cleared his throat and everyone turned their heads to look at him, before their eyes fell down on a little bundle of joy in (Y/N)'s arms. They all froze and melted a tiny bit.

" Aw, he's so cute, " Dick came closer, watching (Y/N) who was awake at the moment, looking around at the new faces and voices.

Jason peaked over Tim's shoulder. " My, my. He is cute. " Jason said quietly as he gently reached out to touch (Y/N)'s cheek.

" Before any of you touch him, " Bruce said, making Jason pause mid air, " I want you all to wash your hands. So go to the bathroom and wash your hands.

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Toons with a caretaker toon reader

Unlike The toons,Reader Is actually bigger than the toons and he is Also The First creation,he was The caretaker of the Mains but now he is The caretaker of evrey toon,he is considered tô bê L-000

[thought of this Idea Hope you like It]

Gardenview With A Caretaker Toon Reader!

It's certainly an interesting idea, I had fun coming up with ideas for this! Now, I'm not sure if this is translated or not (and you also mean a male reader? I don't see any mention of it other than the pronouns) so I just made it gender-neutral, I hope that's okay, dear anon! If you meant a male reader, let me know! Here you go, thank you for requesting! <3

-Anna

-You were the first created toon and your main goal was to help every single toon that came after you did to get used to Gardenview and the life around them, everything they were confused about. You were almost as tall as the other humans and you still remembered how Delilah sat you down and explained things to you, what to do, when to do it, basically everything you needed to know. She created you to be there for the toons and to also not explain again and again to every new toon that came to life, especially when she was super busy all the time with making them and other things related to Gardenview.

-Arthur would also be there to help you out too, lightening your workload and reminding you things so you can get them fully. He mostly helped you by explaining how each main acted and how you should approach them. You did struggled at first but as time went on and you got very used to this place, you didn't mind taking care of them until they could stand on their own and know how to navigate this place. You would be gentle and patient with every single one of them, answering their questions and staying by their side through it all.

-No one was ever allowed in when Delilah worked in her own room, bringing the toons to life. She didn't even allow you too, only letting the toons she created to be seen only when they were fully finished. When she gave them to you, conscious or not, you would test out different things, asking them questions, seeing if they can talk, if they can understand you, if anything felt wrong on them, if they could move well, it seemed simple but it helped Delilah feel less stressed, especially when she spend so long bringing them to life. You were happy to just help them stand on their feet and through it all.

-You still remember how you tried handling Dandy, who was the second toon created, being an L, just like you. You would even hold his hand as you showed him around, showed him his room, around Gardenview in general and made sure he felt okay overall. The moment you see that they don't need any help when they are alone for a good while is when you could move on and focus more on the next toon. You would still check up on them though, you were the caretaker of them, after all! You made sure they all had what they needed to be happy. No unhappy toons here in Gardenview!!

-The mains all had different personalities and it felt interesting to see them grow slowly by your side as they got used to everything. They got more confident and didn't feel so confused and uncertain about everything around them, it was like you were taking care of toddlers who grew up like there was no tomorrow, they picked on things quickly, you caught on their personalities fast thanks to Arthur and you always made sure they have what they need, you even made sure to watch over them when they interacted with each other, wanting to see if anything will go wrong so you can be there to help them.

-It wasn't until all the mains got along and became friends that now regular toons started coming into the picture bit by bit. Everything had to work smoothly and for the toons to get along decently well before more would be made but Delilah also wanted to slowly pick up the pace, especially when the regular toon cast would be more than 25 toons. Thankfully you weren't expected to do things like cooking for them, Delilah and Arthur hired staff for it but you did stay by their side and made sure they feel okay, letting them know to tell you if something was wrong, especially if they found it kinda hard to talk to humans, they had some good trust in you who also happened to be a toon.

-Many toons didn't need your help much and some not at all after they got used to things. Despite all of that, they still felt grateful towards you and even go to you on rare occasions to ask for something without feeling guilty or ashamed, they know you are always there to help them and would never judge them or make them feel useless. Even if you helped them at the beginning of their life and they are doing well by themselves, you still love to join them in activities and this and that and so much more. You watched how they interacted with each other and you felt a smile grow on your face. Toons you watched how uncertain they felt at first, now having good friends around them.

-You felt really proud when you watch how quickly this place sprung to life, filled with toons living here, interacting with each other and getting along, you watched like a very proud parent with a smile. You would walk through the halls of Gardenview and their eyes would light up as they went towards you or some gave a wave from afar, it felt so nice when they were so happy to see you or spend time with you. Even if it was your job, it felt so nice as you had a smile often painted across your lips. Even Shrimpo himself didn't yell at you and just silently glared, Shrimpo himself!

-You also had to disappear a lot from the regular cast and put your focus on the holiday toons as well, since no staff really took care of them nor their floors, they just gave them food and that was it basically. You liked popping in and spending time with them around their floor, cleaning and making sure they didn't feel miserable. The holiday toons themselves knew that they couldn't interact with the public but you liked to tell them that they are special and unique which seemed to cheer them up for a good while. You still remember when you also first showed them around their special floor when they were first created, they really do put their trust in you.

-Your job CAN be tiring, but the good stuff about it overwhelm the bad things and it feels like you played such a big part in how the toons got used to their very new environment. You loved taking care of them and you couldn't be happier. You still remember how nice and warm you feel when they make gifts for you as a thank you, you adore decorating your room with them and watching them constantly, knowing you helped them a lot and even to this day. You couldn't wait to meet more toons to take under your wing and also spend time with everyone in the future, you really do love every single toon in Gardenview.

Thank you for reading! <3

[kadwrites]

deja vu | T.S

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summary; how well do we really know the people we love?

warnings ; dark!tommy, minor character death, description of violence , mentions of murder, arranged marriage!trope , slow burn, fem!reader

a/n ; please let me know what you think!

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you tilted your head and frowned , you're both standing at the garrison.

"tommy..." you mumbled in protest

"i know" he nodded "it'll be very short."

you clicked your tongue and then huffed "if you take longer than ..... 30 minutes i'm leaving."

"ya won't."

"get out of my sight." you muttered , taking a sip of your drink.

you sighed, looking over at the place. it was fairly busy, but not stuffy. sounds of chatter and men laughing echoing around, the lighting is dim. you made your way to the booth you were in, sitting down , eyeing your drink.

"when i heard tommy was marrying again, i would've never thought it's celest's little sister that he's trapped."

you recognized the voice before even processing the words, you look up, your brows raised and smiling in disbelief "lizzie?"

she's standing there, looking over at you. her blue eyes studying every inch of your face, a face she hadn't seen in a long time. and you hadn't expected to see her here , of all places.

"what are ya doing?" she speaks softly. you know the tone, you get the meaning; what are you doing with someone like him ?

you stand up, your gaze never leaves her , still smiling. "lizzie... i've not seen ya in so long..."

since she got involved with tommy , that is. lizzie and celest knew each-other , went to school together. lizzie would sometimes stay over , whenever your mother felt she wouldn't be safe otherwise. until the war.

she chuckles, "ya 'ave your mother to thank for that."

you chuckled too, still looking at her. "how did ya know about it?"

she gives you a look, her dark brow raised "everyone knows. i just didn't know it would be someone like *you*"

you lick your lips, "lizzie i know ya two share.... a history"

she scoffs , a bitter smile on her lips "i don't resent ya for this, i wouldn't." she shakes her head "i 'ave given up on 'im... a long time ago." her eyes look away for a moment before landing on you "whatever ya think of 'im, whatever ya believe he is , he's not." she speaks with conviction.

you don't reply to that, you're just trying to know what she means by it.

"thomas shelby doesn't know love like we do, what he knows is ownership." she chuckles bitterly, "learned what that meant the hard way. but ya shouldn't go through what i did." she shakes her head softly

"i don't understand...."

she stays silent for a moment "consider this a warning from a friend, this man , *will ruin you* , and when that 'appens ya will not recognize who you've become but he.... he will remain the same, unchanged not matter how hard ya try. he will always be what he always was, no love in the world can heal whatever is broken in 'im."

"ya don't understand, lizzie." you speak finally, "this isn't simple, for either of us. i can't leave"

"ya can't or ya won't?"

"i..." you pause for a moment, letting out a chuckle "i can't."

she studies your face , nodding "what does celest think? what does oliver think?"

"they're not thrilled."

"i know 'im more than most." she adds "and if i

knew what i do now when i first met 'im....." she looks away "i came here because i knew you'd be here and to tell ya that ya can come to me... if ya ever need help."

she places a hand on your arm, looking at you one more time before turning and making her way out of the garrison.

"she was always a nice girl" your mother sighed, taking a bite of her food

you and celest look at eachother before looking back at her,

celest knew why lizzie talked to you , and so did the rest of your family

"where's abraham?" you nod towards anna

she shrugged , "he had to do something before coming here"

"ya knew who i dreamt of?" your father pointed his fork at you "that teller boy, jeremy was it?. it was the strangest thing , i tell ya"

all the women at the table tried to stay neutral, keep their reactions to a minimum, you try to hide your uncomfortable reaction behind your glass of water "it is strange"

the whole table looks towards the front door, the sound of the door slamming open and not slamming back closed, and the heavy rushed footsteps

"i need to talk to ya," he appears in the living room doorway. he puts his hands on his hips, breathing heavily as if he ran to the house. he's disheveled, he pushed his glasses back on his nose with a shaky hand

"jeremy teller is dead." he speaks in a hushed voice, looking around to check that no one is listening, both of you standing in your parents bedroom. he didn't want anyone to hear , especially not renee or she might just give birth on the spot.

"what? no he's not." you laugh, looking at him. waiting for him to finish his joke

he looks at you, wiping a hand over his face. he looks at you "he's fucking dead."

your laugh falters slowly as you look at him, your face twitching with different emotions "how ? when? how do you know about it?"

"i heard. they found 'im murdered," he tries to not speaks too loudly "his throat was slit"

you can feel your blood go cold "do they know who killed 'im?"

he tilts his head, his hands still shaking as they rest on his hips. "ya know who killed 'im."

"no....no." you shake your head, laughing again in disbelief "no no no, no" you look away and step back, putting a hand over your forehead "that's impossible."

"listen to me" he grabs your shoulders, turning you to look at him "he did it, all of small heath knows he did and ya do too."

"no , he wouldn't." you shake your head again, your heart beating so fast you can hear it. "why would he do that? he wouldn't ."

he moves you gently, sitting you down on the chair in your parents room. he kneels , his hands move to your face "what do ya wanna do now ?"

the room feels so stuffy, you can hardly breath.

"i don't know." your chest feels like it might collapse. you try to stand up, but you can barely feel your legs, you try to blink away the darkness that takes over your vision.

but you knew it was coming, the darkness does take over.

here you are again, staring at that portrait that hangs opposite of your bed. you're filled with dread , fear and even anger , your eyes trace the portrait that you've already memorized.

your head on the pillow, your sister sniffling is another reminder, like a deja vu of that cursed night.

but you can see someone else in your peripheral vision sitting in the chair , those cold blue eyes cannot be missed. its as if his presence filled the room with a cold sort of air.

you try to get up,

"lay down"

"i don't want to." you mumble, letting out a breath as you lean your back against your bed frame. your eyes still on the painting, you don't even glance his way.

"feeling better?" his voice sounds colder than you ever remember it being. the smell of the cigarette smoke making you close your eyes shut, making your head spin. you reach for the glass of water on your bedside table, your hands quiver as you bring it to your lips

"yes" you put the glass back down

"ya look pale"

"hmm"

you can't shake that feeling, you're scared of looking at him and seeing the same view you did that day, the blood on his hands.

"ya killed 'im." you're almost muttering to yourself,

he doesn't answer you, and you don't ask again. you finally peel your eyes off of the old painting, glancing at him. the look on his face gave you the answer that you already knew.

he looks so calm , so collected , almost wicked. "are ya scared now?"

and it was your turn to not answer his question, but your eyes never leave his.

"did ya do it yourself?"

"yes" he looks right back at you "you're already aware of what i can do"

you just shut your eyes, your hands shake as they grip into the covers

"forgetting it is your fault, not mine." his voice sounds again

you don't even remember the rest of that day, his words were replying in your head.

you snap out of that trance a day later, you're in the living room on the chair by the window. you look straight at the window as your mind tries to make sense of everything, and then a figure down the street catches your eyes and you feel a switch go off in your head.

i have eyes around here.

and you realize , probably ears too.

your clothes swish as you run out of the living room towards your parents' room, your mother running behind you. the old wooden floor cried under your rushed footsteps

"what happened?"

you don't even hear her, you don't process what she's saying. you pull out the box from under their bed, you rummage through it , pulling out your dad's revolver.

the cold metal of the gun feels like it's burning through your flesh

"what the fuck are ya doing? where did ya get that?" oliver yells , his eyes opened wide as tries to run after you too.

the whole house freezes, all of them just still as if the slightest movement would set that gun off

you push that door open , it slams against the wall beside it. your feel take you towards the man standing in the street , a figure you've seen lurking around too many times to chalk it up to coincidences

you cock back the hammer, your hands are steady for the first time since yesterday.

"ya tell tommy fucking shelby that if he doesn't get ya fuckers away from me , i'll start shooting."

you move the revolver and point it to the pavement , missing his foot by a hair.

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[allsteddie]

Under the Spotlight [Part I]

Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson hate each other. At least that's what the press is saying. Also known as the Actor!Steve AU.

It starts like this: Steve is in Los Angeles. He’s just began shooting his new period drama show and the first round of promotion is starting as well.

Personally, Steve doesn’t like this part of his job very much. It’s tiring, and also kinda boring, talking to the press. They’re always asking the same questions, always trying to make Steve give out more information about his personal life or trying to get on his good graces by flattering him in the most obvious ways. If he could, Steve would stick to just acting, but he’s still not famous enough to skip talking to the press and going to events if he wants his shows and movies to catch the public’s attention. So, he sucks it up and tells Robin she can let the reporter in so Steve can start his sixth(?) interview of the day.

The woman is nice enough, he guesses. She asks about the show, what Steve can share with his fans, what his fans can expect of this new role. Then, of course, just like every single reporter that came before her, she asks how Steve felt about working with Nancy Wheeler for the first time since they broke up. It’s so predictable that Steve would roll his eyes if he could. Sadly, he can’t. It wouldn’t be polite of him; it wouldn’t look good. So Steve plasters one of his trademark smiles and says the same thing he did to the other reporters.

“Nancy is a great actress and one of the best friends I have. Working with her is always a joy.”

And it’s not even a lie. Nancy is great and she is one of his best friends. Their relationship ended, yes, but it was a mutual understanding, and they parted in good terms, with no bad blood between them. They broke up almost two years ago, there’s no reason for things between them to be weird anymore.

That’s not what the press wants to know, though. They just want Steve to let something slip so they can explore it, distort it and publish it as truth. Steve’s been in this industry for enough time to know how it works.

The reporter seems unimpressed by his mild answer. She insists, mentioning Jonathan Byers, Nancy’s new boyfriend (fianceé, actually, but that information is not public knowledge yet) just to see if she can get a reaction out of him. Poor woman, she’s gonna have to do better than that.

When she realizes Steve’s not going to give her anything, the woman deflates. She moves on to other topics, prods Steve a little about his personal life, but her heart is not there anymore, Steve can see it.

“Alright, Steve, we’re almost done here, I promise,” the reporter (Anna? Anne?) says. “We asked your fans to send us questions on our Twitter page and selected a few.”

“Okay.”

The woman takes a minute to go over her notes.

“Okay,” she says, straightening her posture on the armchair she’s sitting. Steve does the same, more out of respect than anything. “@lysa_07 asks: did you always want to become an actor, or did you think about following a different career?”

“When I was in school, I played basketball and wanted to go pro. I was pretty good, actually, some universities offered me a scholarship and everything, but I got injured when I was in my senior year. Had to go through knee surgery and eight months of PT just to be able to walk by myself again.”

“So acting was your second choice?”

“At first, yes. But looking back I think I’m better off where I am right now. I loved playing basketball when I was a kid, but by the time I got injured it was more about winning than anything else. The fun I used to feel when I was playing was not there anymore because I was always worried about failing and letting my team and coach down. So, I guess even if I didn’t get injured, I would eventually have given up on basketball anyway. Living under that kind of stress is not for me.”

Nodding, Anne(?) types something on her tablet. “Yeah, I get that. I was on the soccer team in high school, the pressure really is crazy,” she agrees. “Okay, second question. @harringtons_fan_5_ever: What do you like to do in your free time?”

Steve chuckles. “Call me lame, but all I want to do when I have free time is go home, see my dogs and sleep as much as I can. There’s nothing better than that.”

“They don’t travel with you? Must be hard being away from them for so long.”

“They’re old dogs, travelling is too stressful for them now. And, yes, I miss them like crazy, they’ve been with me for over ten years.”

“Oh, I see. I hope you get to see them soon, then.”

Another pause as the reporter types something else on her tablet. Steve takes the water bottle on the small table beside him and takes a sip, his throat a little parched after talking for so long. He hopes the woman is being honest and they are almost done, because Steve can’t wait to get the hell out of here.

“Last question is from @justaccoffingirlie,” she says. “It’s two questions, actually. First, she asks: In terms of music, what are your favorite genres? And follows with: what do you think about Corroded Coffin’s last album?”

“I guess pop and classic rock are my main choices when I’m making a playlist,” Steve answers, thoughtful. “Sorry, but what was that second question?”

“What do you think about Corroded Coffin’s last album?”

“Is that a band?” he asks, a small frown forming on his face as he tries to make sense of whatever the woman expects him to answer. “I’ve never heard of them before.”

“Yes, it’s a metal band. They’re very popular, their new tour has been sold out for months. They released their third album a couple of months ago.”

“Seriously? People listen to a band named Corroded Coffin? Wow, I had no idea.”

For the first time since the interview started, the reporter smiles brightly, nodding once again, this time with more enthusiasm.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big, you know!?” she says. “Their fans are very passionate.”

“Oh, good for them, I guess.”

“It sure is. Thank you very much for your time, Steve. We should publish this interview in two weeks. We’ll send all the details to your team when the article comes out.”

“Sure. It was great talking to you.”

In retrospect, Steve should have suspected something was not right. Anna had looked too satisfied by the end of their little chat. But he suspected nothing. After almost two hours, Steve just wanted to go back to his hotel room. He had a plane to catch that night and an eight-hour flight to Europe awaiting him.

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Two weeks later, that interview he’s given is the last thing on Steve’s mind.

The make up team is working their magic on him whilst Steve reads for the last time his lines for the scene they’re about to start shooting that morning. Nancy is in the chair beside him, chatting with the hairdresser as the woman works on her as well. It’s all a little chaotic, but familiar enough for it to be relaxing in a way.

That is, until the door to the make-up room is slammed open and a pissed off Robin shows up on the threshold.

“Robin? What happen—” Steve begins to say but stops when Robin starts beating him with what seems to be a rolled-up magazine.

“You are a dumbass!!” she says, hitting him with no mercy. “Why do you do this? Do you fucking hate me, Harrington?!”

“What the hell, Robin!? Stop!”

The make-up artists scramble away from the woman, letting Steve all by himself to deal with her. Traitors!

“You. Are. An. Idiot!” she says, furious.

Steve grabs her wrist when she tries to hit him again and takes the fucking magazine out of her hands. That doesn’t stop her; Robin just starts slapping him with her bare hands.

“Hey, Robin, come on, stop hitting him,” Nancy, beautiful, sweet Nancy says, coming to Steve’s rescue. She grabs Robin’s arm and pulls the other woman away from Steve, forcing her to sit down on the chair she had previously been using. “Breathe, Buckley, you’re not making any sense.”

“You want me to make sense? I’ll make sense. I’m gonna kill this fucking idiot!!”

Steve gets up from the chair before Robin can reach him again. “You’re crazy!”

“Of course I am! You’re always trying to make my life difficult by opening your big, fat mouth. Why can’t you shut up, Harrington? Why?”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t say anything.”

“Yes, you did!”

“What did he do, Robin?” Nancy asks, just as confused as everyone else in the room.

Robin takes a deep breath, massaging her temples.

“Look at the fucking magazine, Steve,” she hisses.

Still lost, Steve unrolls the magazine and looks at its cover. It’s him. It’s a picture from a photoshoot he did a month ago, his name printed in big yellow letters announcing his interview on page 17.

“They published my interview, so what? Why are you pissed at me?” he asks, staring at the flattering picture with narrowing eyes. There’s no mention of Nancy on the cover, which is good in his humble opinion.

“I’m pissed at you because you are a dumbass who doesn’t know how or when to shut up. Why did you have to mock Corroded Coffin? Have you lost your mind?”

“I did what?”

“Oh, Steve,” Nancy says, mournful. “Tell me you didn’t do that.”

“I have no idea what she’s talking about, Nance, I didn’t mock anyone.”

Nancy grabs the magazine from his hands and opens it, flipping pages until she finds Steve’s interview. Her eyes roam over the page for a moment, then she lets out a small sigh.

“’When asked about Corroded Coffin’s new album, Steve Harrington claimed he has never heard of the band before and found funny the idea of a band with such a silly name being so famous,’” Nancy reads aloud, whilst Robin glares daggers at him. “’Seriously? People listen to a band named Corroded Coffin? Wow, I had no idea.’”

“I never said their name was silly!” Steve defends himself.

“But you implied it, that’s more than enough for these people, you know that,” Robin says. “What were you thinking, Steve?”

“Oh, come on. You’re overreacting, Robin. No one’s gonna care if I find a band name funny or not. Relax, woman.”

“Sorry, Steve, but Robin is right,” Nancy says, closing the magazine and giving it back to Robin. “Corroded Coffin’s fans are crazy loyal. They’re gonna go nuts when they read this.”

“Not you too, Nance.”

“But it’s true, Steve. Seriously. Corroded Coffin has one of the biggest fanbases I’ve ever seen. Their concerts are always packed. I went to one of their concerts with Jonathan last month and the crowd was insane; they screamed so loud my ears were ringing for hours after the show.”

“If they’re so famous, why haven’t I heard of them before?”

“Because you’ve been listening to the same ten artists since High School, that’s why,” Robin says, flicking him on the forehead. “Pray to God that their fans don’t take this shit to heart, Harrington. Because if they do, they’re gonna make your life, and by extension my life, a living hell.”

“At least he didn’t say anything about Munson,” Nancy laughs. “Now that would be a bad call.”

“Who?”

“Oh my God, you’re hopeless,” Robin groans, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.

She throws the magazine at Steve, then storms out of the room, slamming the door shut and without looking back.

Steve frowns at the magazine in his hands, his own face looking back at him from the cover as if mocking him somehow.

Robin was just overreacting, right?

[yourmomsfavouritegirl]

Absorb and adore

Nika Mühl x football Reader

Warnings; mention of injuries, this shit is a bit emotional but nothing else i think..

A/N; this is kinda short i know but who will say no to a Nika fluff? Anyways I am just trying to write as quick as i can cause ain't no way i haven't posted in so long. Anyways I'll see y'all hopefully soon. Hope you enjoy!

Sweat dripping down. My head was pounding like crazy. Lights blinding me as i drove in to get the ball from Alisha. I made a swerve dodging a player trying to tackle me. I jumped up and received the ball heading for a touchdown. I could hear my heart in my ears. As i run down the field i managed to achieve the touchdown before falling down as i had just given us the win.

"YEAH MAN" i heard Alisha shout as i opened my eyes. We had done it. We won. "WE WON?!" I shouted in disbelief. "YEAH BABY. YOU SCORED US THE FINAL POINT MAN" She shouted helping me up. I laughed not believing this as she hugged me tightly. I took off my helmet to get some fresh air and looked out at the stands. Only to find her eyes staring at me with a huge smile. A grin made it's way to my face as she mouthed at me an 'i love you' making me blush a bit.

My team swarmed in circling me celebrating the win with all of our hearts. We laughed and danced together. We got the cup and took many pictures with it before shaking hands with my teammates. They picked me up and chanted all together since i had given us the winner. I laughed and told them to put me down before we all hugged eachother.

"So Anna tell us how do you think this game rolled out?" A journalist pulled me aside and asked. "Well this was a really tough game. The other team were all beasts on the field. I really am thankful that my team and i have a connection and understand what each one of us is going to do. Practically i think the reason we won is because of the special communication we all have" i said as the girl nodded. "Is there someone who you're willing to dedicate this win to?" She asked again and at that moment i looked at the stands. A smile made it's way to my face before replying "yeah. I don't need to say a name. She already knows who she is" dhe nodded once more and thanked me for my time before letting me go.

I looked at my team and all of them seemed like baby kids in a candy store. I chuckled at the sight. Everything seemed great but i wasn't at a place where i could celebrate on my full. Somewhere in the game i hurt my leg leaving me now limping my way to the locker room.

I got in and sat down before resting my head on my hands letting out a deep breath i was holding for a while. We had won and i was extremely happy about it. But my leg was hurting a lot and regret filled my mind as i thought it would've been better if i had told my coach.

My thoughts were soon interrupted as someone entered the room. I looked up and saw her standing next to the door. She was looking sympathetically at me. A proud smile on her face with a worried expression could be seen on her face.

With the same eyes i had fallen in love with she was now searching for clues. "Nika I-" i went to speak but she just shushed me and brought me in a tight hug. Her scent filled my nostrils as her grip tightened around my neck. "I know baby. I saw it" she whispered in my ear making me tear up a bit.

"I just wanna go back to the dorms. Please" i said and she nodded before helping me pack my things and headed to her car. We got in and drove to the dorm complex. She held my hand tightly every now and then caressing it with her thumb. It was something we did when we wanted to tell eachother that we love them silently. I smiled at the gesture before i kissed it softly and rested my head for a sec against it.

Soon we were on our floor opening the door to our dorm. I had showered in the lockers after the game so now all we had to do was sleep. I left my things on the floor near the bed before sitting down to take a deep breath. Nika soon came into the room sitting in front of me holding my hands. To be honest it hurt pretty bad. But I didn't know if it was a good idea to tell Nika that.

"Does it hurt that bad?" She asked worriedly. I nodded hesitantly in response. Truth is it wasn't just the pain that was killing me now. It was the fact that i couldn't celebrate freely with my teammates due to a stupid call i made.

A small smile appeared on my face at her reassuring words and I nodded agreeing with her. "Good. You want me to rub your shoulders? Help you relax a bit?" She asked as she smiled at me. "No no. I just want some soft scratches on the back. Just to put me to sleep" i answered and that's exactly what she did.

"It hurts pretty bad. But it's nothing serious. I'm probably just overreacting" i answered and looked at her in the eyes. A sign of worry was shown on her face trying to find something in my eyes. The naked truth i was afraid to say. Although almost immediately she understood why i was acting like this.

"They'll understand honey. You'll explain and they will understand. They love you. I love you. There's nothing to worry about here other than your health. You're their captain for fuck's sake" she said taking a hold of my hand.

She lied down and made me lay on top of her. She took of my shirt and softly started caressing my back with her nails. Soft hums left my lips as i enjoyed too much what was going on. A soft smile was plastered on her face as she stayed up untill i was off to deep sleep.

Nika always knew how to calm me down. How to reassure me. She was always there for me and she loved me for who i was. I was trouble but she loved that about me. And i loved everything about her. If i didn't mary this woman i would probably never mary at all.

[changbinsboobs]

Now I’m invested 🥱 who do u think is ideal type of each members from what u acquired by your readings and perspectives you have of them

Skz ideal types examples

(Not entirely tarot confirmed)

Well for chan i did one already + megan fox is SOOO his type🤌🏻👏🏻 i also think he likes salma hayek.

For Lee know - i can't think of any idol that would be his ideal type physically cuz tbh i don't remember anymore what it was, but personality wise i think he would be into someone like suga, soyeon and...thats about the people i can think off😅 sadly i don't really watch much variety shows and know barely anything about anyones personalities aside from skz and maybe a bit of bts cuz i used to be really i to them years ago.

Changbin - chaewon (le sserafim), sophia kataeye, tzuyu, most aoa members, he really likes jimin i think he might've had a crush on her or something, her and chaewons cards were the only ones showing crush vibes, not just ideal type. He also really likes Chanmi, other honorable mentions are hyejeong, seolhyun, yuna, min...wait...i think he likes all of them now that i properly look at it again. Cuz now i see he really liked choa too but he seemed out of reach or something? Like he didn't have a chance with her? (As if he did with the others🥲) (don't come at me i think he was just a teen when he liked them) (and yes his is long i did like 10 readings on him deal with it) oh and surprisingly the itzy girls are also very much his type as well apart from yeji. Ryujin fits with him a lot personality wise, he has fantasized about chaeryong some time (probably in the past), he likes lia's sassiness ( he likes sassy bossy classy women, im seeing slavic russian trophy wife vibes) he likes yuna overall, probably especially physically, and for yeji there's not much, he's just unsure about her, doesn't really grab him, isnt really his style.

Also honorable mentions that i didn't read on but assume for him are: go minsi, kristine froseth & lucy hale in pll, also maybe satah hyland, alexa damie

Hyunjin - for him the ABSOLUTE ULTIMATE ideal type im seeing is HUNTER SCHAEFER!!!!!! I think she's the PERFECT!!! Example. She just looks aethereal, classy, beautiful, tall and slender just georgous! When i think of his ideal type this is what pops up in my head. Also dome honorable mentions are: esther exposito (before her new face), rachel mcaddams, kristine froseth, grace van dien, maybe that model that was in every movie a decade ago. I forgot her name she was the witch in suicide squat and in paper towns. Or that other model that was very popular back then, i think she was an angel and her name had something like taylor, or turner in it??? Ugh sry cant rememebr.

Han - not really seeing much there as i havent really picked up on his type too but for some reason i imagine japanese people in a rock band or something of that sort😂 also tell me why im thinking of alice in birderland😂 maybe he really likes the series or likes someone from there. ...oh...ok...nvm. Moving on!

Felix - chaeyoung from twice, barbie fererra from euphoria, maybe hyuna?, hwasa, halsey?, grimes, avril lavigne, bebe rhexa, the bug empath girl from guardians of the galaxy. Ik those are all so random...but people kept popping up into my head i thought i should put it in here, i don't think its all that random at all.

Seungmin - Wonyeong! Nana, anna hathaway, also suddenly im thinking of sandra bullock😂, seo yeji

I.n - arin from singles inferno 4! Absolutely😤, iu, son yejin, tokyo from money heist (both korean and spanish ones, and of course someone that gives sugar mommy vibes but i can't think of anyone like that right now.

[onlyangel4]

desperate times call for desperate measures. toto wolff. part 2.

sugar daddy! toto wolff x reader

you are a struggling artist trying to live instead of just spending every moment worrying about money. toto wolff is the loneliest rich man in the world, when you find each other you are exactly what the other needs.

warnings- 18+, cursing, discussions of financial struggles. sugar daddy relationship. age gap relationship (reader is around twenty five. smut. Fingering in a private public place (I know it doesn’t make sense but trust me it will). for this toto has been divorced for three years.

part one // part three

“if you don’t stop pacing I’m going to get whiplash”, anna complained as she looked at your obviously worried form pacing back and forth in your tiny apartment. she was here for emotional support while you got ready for your first meeting with toto, something that caused an awful lot of anxiety to bubble up within you.

“i can’t help it, i’m just nervous”, you spoke as you looked at your friend hoping for some sympathy. anna stood from her place on your bed and placed a hand on your shoulder slowing you down to a halt.

“just focus, your hair and make up is done, what are you going to wear?”, anna questioned bringing your focus back to the here and now. you were forever grateful to have someone in your life that could ground you in the way that anna did. you would be lost without her.

“well, he sent me a box, he told me to only open it when i was ready to get dressed”, you explained and you could have sworn you watched anna’s jaw drop. “i told you, he is rich anna, he said he didn’t want me to worry about anything”, you explained but anna was already in your cupboard searching for the box that you had just mentioned before she thrusted it into your arms.

“come on open it”, she practically begged making you playfully roll your eyes at your friend before you did as you were told, pulling at the bows holding the box together. as it opened you were met with the most gorgeous pink satin material. on one of your first conversations with toto you had mentioned to him that your favourite colour was pink, so when he was picking you out a dress he knew exactly what to go with. you unfolded the dress, it was a figure hugging floor length gown with a high slight on your left leg, all held up by straps with the tiniest pink pearl details running along them.

this was quite possibly the nicest piece of clothing that you owned and it was clear that anna agreed, “fucking hell y/n, i’m this close to breaking up with tom and getting on that app”, she joked making both of you laugh. you quickly pulled the dress on with anna’s help to not ruin your already done hair and make up. once you were finally ready you looked at yourself in the mirror, this was the prettiest that you had felt in a long time. You felt first date ready, if this could even be considered a date.

“question”, anna piped up pulling you from your thoughts, “what the fuck are you going to wear on your feet, sketchers will not go with this”, she spoke. she was right, you didn’t really own nice shoes, you brought comfortable shoes that you knew would last a long time so you did not have to re buy them. but you did have an idea, you rooted through your closet and found a shoe box containing a pair of silver heels, these had been your prom shoes and you had hardly worn them since, but they were perfect for the dress.

anna left your apartment when you were all ready leaving you in front of the mirror just looking at yourself, it really didn’t feel like you but you liked it, the person in the mirror was just the rich version of you. a knock at the door alerted you that your ride was there and you grabbed your handbag and went over to the door. you were met with a man dress in a suit with a friendly smile on his lips, “y/n?”, he questioned and you nodded, “toto sent me to come and get you, follow me please” and once again you did as you were told.

///

spoiling you was toto’s number one priority, from his conversations with you he had learnt that you did not grow up with much and as an adult you lived with whatever you could afford but you never got to experience the luxury in life. toto had grown up with money, he was used to nice things. They were not special for him anymore. but watching someone else experience that luxury, now that would be special. especially if that person was you.

he may have gone a little overboard, but who could blame him? this was his first time having someone to spoil in three long years. he had spent hours online looking for the perfect dress to buy you. he had his personal driver pick you up in an incredibly nice car. and he had booked out the small private dining room at the ritz, asking to be left uninterrupted unless they were bringing foot. he wanted to be able to have this time with you in private, he wanted you two to be away from any prying eyes, so the private room was perfect. it may have cost a lot but that was nothing to toto, he would drop that money on you in a heartbeat.

toto was sat in the dining room at the single table that had been placed there. he had a bouquet of pink flowers at his side ready to give to you. he had planned it all perfectly it was going to be perfect but toto couldn’t help the nerves that he was feeling. these nerves than worse than those that he felt on an important race weekend. he was really nervous, he wanted to make sure this went well, he hoped that you would like him the way that he knew he would like you and then you would be able to continue this less than traditional relationship dynamic that he was desperate for. He would be able to look after you.

his head snapped in the direction of the door when he heard it open and sure enough he saw you stood there in the dress that looked a hundred times better on you than it did on the models on the website. he stood from his seat to approach you, “you look beautiful y/n”, he spoke offering you his arm to which you flashed him as smile and held onto it approaching the table.

“it is all this dress toto, i don’t think i have ever owned anything this nice. thank you”, toto couldn’t help the pride that swelled in his heart when he heard you thank him.

“anytime schatzi”, he spoke looking at you, “that is what I am here for”

seeing toto through a phone screen and seeing him in person were two very different things. ihis man was a giant, his towering height and broad shoulders gave him such a dominant vibe something that you found incredibly attractive and the way he looked at you made you weak at the knees. he looked at you like you were everything, his eyes trying to work out every single detail of your face and commit it to memory. yes, he was almost double your age but you did not care, he was one of the most attractive men that you had ever seen.

“i hope you don’t mind but i ordered a bit of a tasting selection for us that way you get to try everything”

“i don’t think i would have been able to pick if you asked me to order, i have no idea what half of this stuff is. i’m used to chicken nuggets and chips” you spoke and he chuckled softly finding your opposing lifestyles very endearing.

you and toto continued on this little meeting just talking about all sorts and drinking wine as you did so. You felt comfortable in his presence, like he could protect you from anything. you told him all about anna and your friendship with her and her boyfriend while he told you about his children. you listened intently enjoying learning about the man. yes you could have googled him but you saw no point in it. you wanted to learn who he really was. not who the internet thought he was.

there was a moment where the vibe between you switched from friendly to something a little different. you had been talking to him and using your hands as you talked, a quirk that you had whenever you were a little nervous. and one of your rings had fallen off your finger and onto the floor so naturally you bent down to grab it but toto had beaten you to it and gotten to the ring as it rolled to his feet. when you sat back up straight the strap on your dress had shifted down your shoulder revealing more of your breast to him and toto’s mind almost short circuited right there, you were pulled from his dreams. he was sure of it.

toto stood from his seat making his way over to you, his fingers gently ghosted over your shoulder reaching down from the strap of your dress, pulling it back to its previous place. he then reached for your hand, “here you go babygirl”, he spoke in a hushed voice as he slid the ring back onto your finger his eyes looking deeply into yours as he did. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him, trying to control all of the not so family friendly thoughts that were currently racing around your mind. your eyes flicking down to his large hands for a moment, thinking about what it would feel like to have them roaming over your body, touching you in ways you could only imagine.

toto still had your hand in his and he decided to be bold, he pulled you to your feet and he then took a seat where you had been sat. he gently patted his lap, giving you the choice, if you were uncomfortable then he would just let it be call his driver and ask him to take you home. but you were not uncomfortable. instead, the idea of sitting in his lap made your heart race in your chest. you gently moved to perch on his lap, his hand on your lower back as your body rested against his toned chest. “this is where you belong darling”, he whispered into your ear as his free hand sat on your thing gently rubbing circles on your clothed skin.

toto continued talking to you, asking you questions about your life, your likes and dislikes, he wanted to know it all but your brain had gone to mush, you were sat on the lap of an incredibly attractive, powerful, older man. it was like all your dreams had come true and you did not know how to keep your composure.

“are you alright there darling”, he asked in between his questions and you nodded your head but it was clear that he was not satisfied with just a nod. his hand moved from your thigh to your chin tilting it upwards to look at him, “use your words doll, what are you thinking?”, he asked.

“i’m okay toto”, you spoke quietly, “this is just nice, i haven’t sat like this with anyone in a long time”

“i know darling”

his hand moved back to your thigh but this time on the one with the slit in your dress. his hand gently moved under the fabric and you gasped softly, you turned to look at him but he had craned his neck to kiss you. it took your breath away as you kissed him back just as passionately feeling his hand find your panties . he slowly pulled away to look at you, “you are beautiful doll”, he spoke as he moved his lips now moved to your neck kissing  up and down your skin as his hand moved your panties to the side.

“please”, you whimpered.

“please, what?”

“please touch me”

that was all the invitation that toto needed as his fingers quickly found your clit, his knee had wedged in between your thighs to keep them apart and he used the slit in your dress to allow his hands entry to your sensitive spot. His fingers rubbed at your clit, soft moans falling from your lips. toto was taking it all in, watching over your shoulder seeing the way your cunt was already glistening for him. god it drove him crazy. he wished he could just fuck you right there but he had other plans. toto moved your dress up to bunch it around your waist allowing him to wrap his arm under your leg, this allowed him to be able to push a finger into you and he could feel the way you clenched around his hand, oh he wished he could feel that on his cock. toto knew exactly what to do to pull those delicious moans from your lips as your head laid back against his shoulder. you were in such an intense feeling of bliss as you felt your orgasm begin creeping up on you.

“toto”, you warned

“i know schatzi, just let go for me”

and you did just that, coming undone your chest heaving up and down as you turned to kiss him, much softer this time, gentle, almost loving. you slowly pulled away. toto pulled your panties back over and your dress down.

“what about you?”, you questioned and he chuckled softly. “as much as i would love to take you to a room upstairs, we have a plane waiting for us, we are going to spain to visit ares del maestrat, you said you wanted to go so i am going to take you. so we can’t get too carried away here”, he spoke and your jaw fell to floor, so this was what real princess treatment felt like.

[ingravinoveritas]

craftyballoonwinner mentioned you on a post "anna always got to prove to us she still got her…”

I can't wait for @nightgoodomens and @ingravinoveritas takes on today. Something happened and while I'm happy to not have GM around the fact it was MS&DT ALL night makes my eyebrows raise.

@craftyballoonwinner It has taken me the last few days to process everything that happened on Friday, because to say that I am floored by what we got is a tremendous understatement.

We knew that Michael had been in London and had specifically gotten a house in Chiswick close to David's house since November of last year, for his run in Nye at the National Theatre. We knew that the second run in Cardiff ended on June 1st and that as soon as it did, Michael immediately came back to London. We knew that--schedules and work/family commitments allowing--they were likely spending a great deal of time together (despite only seeing three pictures of them over the course of that entire interval: The Macbeth photo, the blurry pic that Anna posted back in November, and the photo from Lapland last December).

The smallest pieces, flashes of something beautiful and bright yet still obscured, ensconced from public view. So much so that I never in a million years expected Michael to come to Pub in the Park--hoped, certainly, but the thought of it actually happening seemed like a distant dream, a dazzling impossibility.

But this past Friday was just...so extraordinary and lovely precisely because it was ordinary. It wasn't a press junket or an interview or Michael and David promoting something...it was just them. The two of them together, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. It was there even in the first picture I saw, and it permeated through every clip, every moment of them at the event:

The smiles. The ease and comfort they have around each other. The effortless love that just exists between Michael and David, and that is tangible in every dimension, as much on a screen as in real life. And when they were on stage together, it wasn't even that they played off each other so well--it was that Michael's last minute appearance didn't cause either of them to lose so much as a step. It was that you just knew that they couldn't have put any other two people up on that stage without prior planning and had that same chemistry, that charm and familiarity. And it was just so damn wonderful to see Michael and David looking so happy and joyful overall.

As for what happened with Georgia, I am just more confused than anything else. For the last month and a half, Georgia heavily promoted PitP, and both she and David billed her as a co-host. Every flyer, every piece of promotion that was shared (both by the PitP social media and Georgia) mentioned her as a co-host, along with David. She even did an interview on the Gaby Roslin podcast with David and Arabella Weir where she was again specifically referred to as a co-host and admitted not knowing her own Instagram handle, as well as saying that she would be active on Insta during the PitP event.

There is a strange irony to the podcast as well, given that David actually said "We're failing our hosting duties right here!" in the above linked clip, and what seemed like a joke at the time actually came to pass. For whatever reason, Georgia failed in her duty, the job that she signed up to do. Had it been because of all the attacks that David was a target of over the past week after the blow-up with Kemi Badenoch, Rishi Sunak, and the entire Tory party, that would have made sense. I would have completely understood if Georgia, who had also been targeted in those attacks, was feeling anxious or worried about her/the kids' safety and elected to stay home instead.

However...Georgia didn't stay home. She actually was at the event, as were several of their kids (Ty and Olive, from what I've seen). She was there, drinking and dancing, and somehow that made her abdication of co-hosting duty even more conspicuous and strange. It also makes it increasingly obvious that Michael's appearance on stage was a last minute occurrence and not part of the original plan of events.

So what actually happened? I don't know. None of us know, and it's likely we won't know until a later time, if ever. But in the real world, if you are given a job to do, if a contract is signed with a written agreement to do that job and you don't do the job, there are consequences. At the very least, it can negatively affect someone's reputation and reduce the likelihood of them receiving offers for future jobs. On the other end, you could be looking at potential lawsuits for things like breach of contract. And none of this even gets into disappointed fans or attendees who might've been hoping to see Georgia host and who could possibly now claim to be victims of false advertising because she didn't.

It also feels like a huge missed opportunity on the part of PitP, who could have potentially raised hundreds or even thousands of pounds more for charity had Michael been booked as a co-host, or even a guest. Regardless of whether Michael was there in an official capacity, though, I am just glad that he was there, and that we got to see the two of them together again.

The night may have lacked the glitz and formal glamour of the NTAs, but it more than made up for it with the relaxed domesticity we got to see between Michael and David. And now that Michael is hanging around London a bit longer, hopefully there will be many more memorable nights like this to come.

[lazycats-stuff]

Batfam x M reader hwere the reader is Bruce's older brother, who decided to move away from Gotham after a really big fight between him and Bruce (before Dick was adopted) Bruce wanted to reach out, but never really did because he thought the reader hated him. At some point the reader decided to come back to Gotham and meet with Bruce because he got married and had a kid, but his partner died and he needed support + his kid wanted to know about their uncle. Now total shock on the batfam part because they have an uncle??? And Bruce didn't tell them??? Now they try to build a relationship, but Bruce is still a bit distant because he feels guilty

Oh, this screams angst and fluff at the same time, aaah. Also, 1.5k followers, thank you everyone. My questionable writing is nice and good it seems.

Summary: Bruce's and (Y/N)'s relationship broke down. (Y/N) reaches out.

Warnings: fluff, angst and all in between.

(Y/N) wiped his tears yet again. He lost his husband a month or so ago and it wasn't easy by any means. They had adopted a little girl a few years ago and they named her Anna. She is an adorable little girl and a smart one too. But kids are always perceptive in certain ways. (Y/N) put the photos of his husband down and turned to the little patter of feet coming towards him.

He turned to his little girl, putting her in his lap while they sat on the couch quietly. (Y/N) smiled at his daughter, but just that made him hurt. But he needed to be strong for his little girl. She needed a strong parent right now, more than anything in the world. That was something that she needed.

Not weakness. Anna was hurting too and she needed nothing but support... But (Y/N) needs his support too. He needs someone to turn too. He can only be strong for so long. And not to mention, there were so many bills to pay and he didn't know how... Oh dear God.

" Hey honey, can't sleep? " (Y/N) asked his daughter, who nodded yawning.

" Yeah... I miss papa. " She said quietly and (Y/N) took everything in him to not break down in front of his daughter.

" I miss papa too honey. "

" Can you tell me more about uncle Bruce? " Anna asked in her innocent childlike way, not knowing how complex the situation was. (Y/N) didn't blame her in the slightest, wanting to know more about your family is something normal. Even though you are a child and adopted one too, wanting to know more makes (Y/N)'s heart even warmer.

" Well, your uncle Bruce is my younger brother. " (Y/N) started, smiling at his daughter, despite the pain he felt. Bruce was always a sore subject for him. Deep down inside he loved Bruce, but the fight they had broke that love. He adjusted his daughter in his arms and continued.

" He is brave, courageous. Annoying sometimes, but that's normal. Everyone is a little bit annoying sometimes. " (Y/N) said, making Anna giggle, for the first time in a few days.

" Why he never comes? " Anna asked and (Y/N)'s heart was hit with sorrow and pain.

" We don't like one another. Sometimes adults don't like each other and don't speak about it. " (Y/N) said and Anna tilted her head in wonder and curiosity.

" Why? "

" Adults are complex. Complicated. " (Y/N) explained and the little girl hummed, tilting her head.

" Really dad? "

" Yes love. " (Y/N) responds and she simply gets out of his lap to look at the pictures of her papa. She sighed quietly and glanced back at her dad.

" I want to meet uncle Bruce. " Anna stated and (Y/N)'s heart started beating faster and faster. He doesn't really want to. He doesn't want to open up those old wounds...

Would Bruce even want to meet her?

" I can try honey. " (Y/N) swallowed and Anna's smile was worth it. Really worth the anxiety and the stress he is about to go through. And maybe he needs family in this situation.

Support sounds great right now.

" Thank you dad. " Anna said and left to go back to her room. (Y/N) smiled. Bruce would love her.

But (Y/N) isn't going to like this.

That next morning, Anna went to kindergarten and (Y/N) has decided to call Bruce to set up a meeting. He can't just come by unannounced, even though the manor is also his, he just can't. It would be rude, considering the fact that Bruce had four boys, one biological it seems.

And Bruce took over the Wayne Enterprises too, so he must be busy. And being Batman too is not an easy feat. But around 10 am, (Y/N) called Bruce, nervous and anxious beyond belief. This is not something he would have done if it weren't for the fact that his daughter asked him too.

" (Y/N)? " It rang out in (Y/N)'s ear and (Y/N) took a deep breath.

" Yes, it's me B. " (Y/N) answered, using an old nickname from their childhood.

" It has been what, 5 years... " Bruce hesitated and (Y/N) let out a little yeah in response.

" How is life? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) teared up for a second before calming down.

" My husband passed away recently. " (Y/N) said and the silence was loud.

" I'm sorry to hear that... I didn't know you got married... " Bruce said and (Y/N) winced quietly.

" Yeah... It was small. We also adopted a little girl. " (Y/N) said and he swore he heard a deep breath on the other side.

" A nice change. " Bruce said and (Y/N) chuckled. A joke about the fact that Bruce has all boys... It's nice to joke around.

" And Anna wants to meet her uncle Bruce. "

" You talked to her about me? "

" Yup. She was curious. " (Y/N) answered and Bruce chuckled again. " And I need help... I feel like I'm drowning. " (Y/N) said, wiping his tears.

" What do you mean? " Bruce asked, wanting more explanation.

" I'm drowning in bills and I need some emotional support. And I don't want to seem like I'm calling for money, but- " (Y/N) started rambling, but Bruce cut him off.

" Don't. I know you didn't call for money. Besides, that's your money too. "

" Well, I lived humbly for so long, I forgot I was rich I guess. " (Y/N) chuckled quietly, sitting down on the couch in the process.

" I guess so... If you need help, I'll... I'll be more than happy to help. " Bruce offered, but (Y/N) sensed something more. But none the less, he decided to leave it be for now. " You can even move back with Anna. You know the manor has more than enough room. " Bruce offered and (Y/N) hesitated.

" Well... I would have to move Anna's kindergarten... And all that stuff." (Y/N) started and Bruce cur him off yet again.

" Don't worry about that now. You and your daughter need to have a stable environment. So drop by the manor. You can meet your nephews too. "

" It wouldn't be a bad idea. "

And that's how (Y/N) and Anna went to the Wayne Manor, the little girl being excited in the backseat of the car. She let out a sound of pure surprise when she saw the manor in it's full glory. " This is where uncle Bruce lives?! " She yelled and (Y/N) chuckled as he parked the car inside the manor yard.

" Is it true I have cousins? " She asked as (Y/N) quickly left the car and then moved to unbuckle her. She quickly ran out and (Y/N) sighed.

" Not so fast young lady! " (Y/N) yelled after her and the girl stopped, smiling at her dad, taking his hand as they walked up to the door. (Y/N) rang the bell, waiting for Alfred to open up. Oh God, this is weird to be here yet again after these 5 years.

Alfred quickly opened up with a smile and gave (Y/N) a tight hug.

" Oh I missed you master (Y/N). " Alfred said and (Y/N) nodded.

" You talk funny. " Anna said and Alfred chuckled, leaning down to look at the little girl.

" That's right, I do. Now come on miss, lets meet your cousins. " He said as he led the little girl inside, who was giggling happily. (Y/N) took a deep breath to compose himself before entering the manor, the place where his life started and changed so many times. He walked inside, breath hitching at the sight of his nephews, both adopted three and one biological, who looked just liked Bruce at that age...

It's just eerie...

He was caught off guard by a sudden hug from the oldest son by the looks of it. (Y/N) huffed from the force, but patted the back of the oldest son.

" I'm Dick, nice to meet you. " Dick said once he pulled away, a big smile on his face as he was shaking his hand with a firm shake.

" (Y/N), nice to meet you too. " (Y/N) said quietly, quickly glancing at Anna who was talking to Bruce quietly. Bruce seemed gentle with her and that's more than enough to ease his heart.

" I'm Tim. " Tim introduced himself to his uncle and (Y/N) noted to himself how tired Time looked, but maybe it's due to the fact that he was a vigilante. But something else was off, but that's something for another time.

" Jason... How come Bruce never told us about you? " Jason asked and (Y/N) shrugged his shoulders.

" We... Didn't end up on a good note... I guess guilt and anger. " (Y/N) says and Bruce listened from his spot with Anna, who was just talking away.

Jason hummed and moved to allow Damian to say hello to his blood uncle.

" Uncle. You look different than I imagined. " Damian said in his voice and (Y/N) swore it really was Bruce at age...

" Damian. You are a copy of your father. " (Y/N) noted and glanced at his daughter for a second, seeing how Bruce was holding Anna in his arms.

" I know, I've been told that. " Damian responded shortly. Just like Bruce. Jesus. It's eerie beyond belief.

" Anna, do you like books? " Bruce asked her and she nodded happily. Bruce turned to (Y/N) and his boys. " Can the boys take her to the library? " Bruce asked and (Y/N) knew that they had to talk about their relationship. What to do now and all that.

" Sure. " (Y/N) said and the boys, including Alfred, led the little girl to the library. She was so happy, just giggling, not even a sense of her father's turmoil.

" Can we go outside? I need a smoke. " (Y/N) said, taking his pack out already. Bruce simply opened the terrace door that lead to the garden, where they sat down.

(Y/N) lit up his cigarette and took a long drag, trying to ease his nerves. He let the smoke out and glanced at Bruce.

" This is weird... "

" I know. Look, you can always come back home. " Bruce said dryly and (Y/N) noticed the distance. Noticed the look.

" Look... We were stupid to fight like that... And you are not to blame... I am to blame too... " (Y/N) said as he took a long drag.

" No, it was me. All on me. " Bruce said, looking at the garden ahead, refusing to look at his brother from guilt.

" Don't say that... I think we need to repair our relationship. For your boys and for my daughter. And us too. I do miss my little annoying brother. "

Bruce didn't respond and just sighed.

" Don't blame yourself. " (Y/N) said as he blew the smoke yet again. " Do you want me to move back? Anna would like that. And it would make things easier for me too. " (Y/N) said quietly, finishing his cigarette in the ashtray.

" Don't be distant Bruce. "

Bruce sighed yet again. It was hard not to be distant in this situation. Especially when you think you are at fault for the fight.

" I would love to meet my niece more and try to be that fun uncle. I want to take some of your stress too. Some burdens off too. " Bruce said, still looking away.

He couldn't even look (Y/N) in the eyes.

(Y/N) just sighed. They really had a long way to go.

[hungarianshinobi]

Red flag? I'm colorblind - Fushiguro Toji x F!Reader

-Chapter 1 https://www.tumblr.com/hungarianshinobi/781641513633562624/red-flag-im-colorblind-fushiguro-toji-x?source=share

Chapter 2:

(Y/n)'s POV:

I managed to get off the train with that huge suitcase in my hands. I took a look around for any source of my best friend because she told me she would come here to pick me up.

I didn't see her yet, so I decided that until then I would call my mom. I promised her I would call her once I arrived to Tokyo. Though I won't mention to her what happened on the train with those troublemakers. She would only begin to worry about me and ask me to go back home. I didn't want that.

So I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. Meanwhile I sat on my suitcase and put a finger in my other ear to muffle the noises of the train station and the crowd that surrounded me.

"(Y/n), my honey! How was your journey? Did you arrive safely?" I heard my mom's lovely voice on the other end of the line, causing me to smile.

"Hi mom. Yes. Everything is fine. I am waiting for Anna right now." I told her and took a look around if she was there yet.

"I'm glad you are okay. Don't forget to rest in the evening, alright?"

I opened my mouth to speak when I heard a familiar voice not too far away from me on the right. "(Y/n)!!!" Anna yelled to me as she begun to run towards me.

"Okay, mom. Anna has arrived. I will call you later. Love you." I told her.

"Take care, honey. I love you too." She said and I barely had time to hang up, because Anna jumped on me, causing us to land on the ground.

Fortunately the impact wasn't too big, because I was wearing my backpack which prevented me from hurting myself. "Anna!" I laughed.

"(Y/n), I can't believe that you are finally here!" She said excitedly and climbed off of me, offering her hand for me to help me stand up on my feet as well.

It's been a pretty long time since we last saw each other and I was so glad to see her again. She grabbed one of my bags and we walked out of the train station together towards her car. She told me stories about what I've missed out until now, also flooding about the cool apartment she found for us.

She showed it to me already through a video call, but we all know that cannot compare to reality.

Of course when we were out in the streets I couldn't help but stare around in awe. All those huge skyscapers, the led signs, the enormous crowd and everything else I could only see on pictures and movies up until now was in front of me. I was so excited, because all of it felt unreal. It caused adrenaline rush through my mind and body.

"You look like me when I first came here." Anna laughed, unlocking the trunk to put my belongings into it.

"Why?" I asked, helping her with all the heavy stuff.

"I was as awestruck as you. Tokyo looks like as if it was an another world compared to the small village where we came from." She said, closing the trunk and walking to the driver's seat.

I followed her, sitting in the passenger seat. "Yes. It's so modern. The village is like as if we were stuck in the age of ancient Japan. Even though I like it's traditionality, this is better."

Anna drove off, heading towards our common apartment. On our way I watched my surroundings with a smile that nothing and no one could wipe off my face. The people, the shops, all those tiny and bigger restaurants, booths... sport cars I never saw in reality before. All of it was a dream. Tokyo was lively both at daytime and night. Calling myself excited was an understatement.

About half an hour later we reached a bit quieter part of the town. This region was rather full of apartment buildings. Less bright street lights and much less led signs than in downtown. The neighorhood looked friendly to me.

Anna parked the car in the parking lot, stopping the engine. We both stepped out of the car, grabbed my stuff and begun walking towards one of the buildings. If there weren't any numbers on them as a sign, I would definitely get lost and never find our home again.

My best friend however was living in the town for a while now, so she is definitely used to it and could find anything with her eyes closed too I guess. Probably later I will get used to it as well.

She led the way inside, telling me to code for the door lock of our apartment building which I forget like a moment later.

Just like when somebody tells me their name. We introduce ourselves and I swear to myself I won't forget this time, eventually failing of course. I am as bad with codes as with names. It's a miracle I didn't forget my own name yet.

Anna pushed the button for the elevator, dropping one of my heavy bags down on the ground which landed with a rough thud. "What the hell are you carrying in this? Bricks?" She asked, rubbing her shoulder, feeling a slight of pain due to the weight of my bag.

I begun laughing at her remark sarcastically. "Ha-ha... Very funny. I just brought all my necessary and personal stuff I will need."

A faint sound echoed on the main floor, signaling us that our elevator has arrived. Two unknown people which were probably living in the building as well exited, before we could get inside. Anna pushed the button to the 11th floor and soon the door closed, slowly carrying us up to our desired destination.

Once we were on the floor whereas our apartment was located as well, we exited the elevator and Anna took her keys out of her purse, opening the front door soon.

We dropped everything in the room which is going to be mine. Anna just moved in as well, so the entire place was full of boxes and unorganized stuff, but we will put everything in it's place later. She showed me around and it definitely looked betterin life than on the video call as I mentioned earlier. It was not that big, but for the two of us it will be enough.

I made my way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to look for literally anything that is edible, but it was completely empty, expect for a half bottle of milk and a half eaten tomato.

Much to my disappointment I sighed in defeat, closing the fridge as I turned to Anna. "Guess we are ordering something huh?"

She was already dialing a number and ordered a pizza. That will make it for today, but we will have to go and buy some groceries so we could make and eat proper food. Not that I'm against pizza or something, but I wouldn't want to eat fast food everyday. Besides that it's ridiculously expensive, it's unhealthy as well and I would only gain weight pretty soon...

Me and my insecurities about my body shape doesn't like the idea of junk food either...

Almost an hour passed and the pizza has arrived. Since the television wasn't unpacked as well as many other stuff, we had to rely on Anna's laptop and watched a movie as we ate our lunch... or dinner. It was getting late in the afternoon, so yeah, it was rather dinner.

"We must go out tonight." She suggested, chewing on the huge slice of pizza she took out from the box.

"Ah, no... I should rest for tonight. The train journey was so goddamn long." I whined.

"That's another reason to go out tonight. It's been so long and the guys here are so much hotter than in the village. Please~" she begged me.

I averted my gaze from her when she mentioned guys. She knew it very well that I never had a boyfriend before, so the mere thought of it made me embarassed. She wasn't a dating type either, but at least she knows a bit more about men than me.

"I don't want to go out just because you want to drool for hot guys. If we go out, then at least focus on each other." I suggested. I wasn't too much in the mood to go out, but if it was just a girls only night, I'm okay with it.

Anna sticked her tongue out. "Party pooper. You're so damn innocent. You need someone in your life to break that wall of yours. It's always the innocents who are the most perverted." She remarked, causing me to turn even more embarassed.

Why would she think about such a thing...

She continued. "But maybe you are right. Let's go out and have a girly night like in the old times."

I grinned back at her, remembering all those great times we spent together. Our sleepovers, the hot cocoas, making each others hair and makeup to make a fashion show at home. It was always so fun with her. Perhaps we could repeat it tonight with a small difference because we would actually go out and not stay at home like in the past. There was nothing in that village anyway.

After eating and finishing the movie we watched, we took turns in the bathroom and prepared for tonight. Makeup and other beauty products were spread across the counter and the sink, making a complete mess.

We did each others makeup and hair just like in the past. Anna didn't let me choose my dress though. She said she won't let me go out in my casual clothes, so she chose a dress herself from my suitcase.

"Isn't this too much?" I asked her, looking down at myself. The dress was actually sexy. It was skin tight and my favourite pair of heels matched with it, but I felt like there was too much skin exposed.

"Not at all! You look stunning! You just stay in this." She insisted, causing me to sigh in defeat.

Soon she dressed up too and we were ready to go out. She said she knows a place which I would like too, so we called a cab. She also said she is planning to drink a few rounds, so that's why she won't drive.

During our ride I told her about what happened on the train with those troublemakers and that man who saved me. She was totally hooked on the story, asking millions of questions as I continued speaking. She couldn't leave out the detail about my savior and asked me how he looked.

After we paid for the ride, we walked inside the cafe she was talking about earlier. Though for me it rather looked like a bar, but the vibe of the place was to my liking, she was right about that, so I had no problem with it.

"Well, as far as I can recall he had black hair, he was as tall and muscular as a giant. He looked quite young, but definitely older than us. There was a detail though that surely made his face unique." I told her in a nutshell as we sat down in one of the corners that seemed comfortable.

"Yes yes, what was it?" She was so excited.

"He had a scar on his lip."

I grabbed the menu on the table and scanned it's contents with my eyes, looking for a drink I might like.

"Like him?" Anna asked.

"Hm?" I looked up at her and saw her pointing at something. Or rather someone.

I didn't want to show my surprisement too much, but the gasp that left my lips didn't go unnoticed by Anna.

The man who saved me from those thugs was walking up to the bar, sitting down on of the barstools, wearing a lazy looking outfit which contained of a white shirt and black sweatpants. "Hey Johnny. The usual." he said before looking around the place to see the faces.

And of course he spotted me... A sly smirk appeared on his lips before he grabbed his glass to take a sip from the alcohol he ordered, sending a wink to my direction.

Anna elbowed me and whispered. "He remembers you!"

I'm doomed...

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[zannolin]

now that my break and my four-disc edition of narnia has arrived i am going to subject you all to the things i am obsessing over or thought were very fun from the audio commentaries and bonus stuff that i KNOW has been talked about elsewhere i'm sure but NOT ON MY BLOG! so here's a list of stuff i'm foaming at the mouth over from the filmmakers' (not the actors') commentary on LWW:

knew this already but to hear it made me scream; it was peter's plan to use the gryphons bombarding the witch's army with rocks at the beginning of the battle of beruna, and he got that idea from the blitz bombings that the movie itself opens with. GOD.

they shot the film as much in chronological order as they could, despite it being inefficient, because they wanted to capture the changes that narnia (the atmosphere, the exercise, the scenes, etc) would bring out in each character/actor.

every line in the set built for the wardrobe is directing the viewer's eye to the wardrobe itself. the decision to cover it was last-minute and somewhat debated because it wasn't originally in the book, but everyone agreed it was 100% worth it for the effect.

they were not able to make the wardrobe out of apple wood like it is in the books but they WANTED TO and made it out of the closest they could get which. god. i love when people CARE.

a bunch of the furniture in the set of the professor's house is literal antique english furniture??? for the accuracy and the vibe???

everyone talks about how skandar was the last one cast and how he spent a lot of time off filming on his own and thus hit all the right vibes of being the odd one out, BUT did you know while they really liked william, anna, and georgie for the other pevensies, they weren't going to cast any of them unless all four actors (whichever four that may be) clicked and worked well as a family? again: ME WHEN PEOPLE CARE.

i love when i'm right about minor set/costuming details i notice (the lamppost was specifically made to look as if it had grown; the witch wearing aslan's mane as a trophy and trying to symbolically Become him; the carvings on the wardrobe telling the story of the magician's nephew)

william moseley wasn't even supposed to hit skandar keynes with the cricket ball that was an accident and they decided to make it into part of the scene

andrew adamson is MY BEST FRIEND for shooting all the night scenes during the day and editing them to be night scenes which makes them very distinctly beautiful AND YOU CAN SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING.

the amount of suffering they endured to have nice looking grass on the set is so funny to me you guys have just got to listen to these commentaries. i can't even explain it.

crying because i missed this but when mrs. beaver gives lucy a plate of fish and chips THE CHIPS ARE WOOD CHIPS.

they used actual wolf hybrids for a lot of the shots with the wolves, not just cgi (though apparently they had to redo their tails because they were often too happy to be running around lmao) and it makes me sooo happy

tilda swinton's dress that she wore for the majority of the film was apparently so large in the shoulders she couldn't get through the door to the dungeon properly and just had to go at it sideways. AND she injured herself because of it.

they based the change in the witch's eyes from green during most of the film -> black when she kills aslan on hunting cats and how their pupils get REALLY big.

andrew adamson mentioned he thought about cutting father christmas from the movie as other adaptations had done but heard about how father christmas being there nearly ended tolkien and lewis' friendship and decided "well, i guess i don't have a say in it really if lewis STILL left him in there" and i love him for that.

i had so much freaking fun with this it was so amazing to see how much effort and work and love and care went into the crafting of this film. like they did not have to do all that. movies today will NOT do all that. they'll do such a shoddy job and cgi everything and not even make full costumes and stuff but LWW put all that work in and it was so good because of it. and i'm gonna be thinking about it forever.

[joelalorian]

Under False Pretenses - Chapter Nine

Stepdad!Dave York x f!reader | wc: 3212 | masterlist

Summary: A challenging mission, whirlwind marriage, and an unexpected yet captivating stepdaughter push Dave York to the brink as secrets, feelings, and loyalties collide.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ mdni. Stepdad trope. Unspecified age gap. Soft, sexy, and intense Dave. Nicknames and terms of endearment. Cursing. Video voyeurism. Riding Dave in an office chair. Secret spy shit. More mentions of McCall.

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“The guys are gonna be here soon,” Dave said before pressing one last kiss to your lips. After yesterday, he was more delicate with you, not wanting to see that lancing hurt flash across your face again. He swore to himself to tell you what he could when he could. “Promise me you’ll stay down here until I text you.”

He knew you didn’t like it, but he tried his best to keep you out of this mess.

“Can I at least say hi when they get here?” you questioned. Dave relented, soaking in the smile that spread across your pretty lips. “Ok. I have some jobs I want to apply to. That will keep me occupied while you boys talk about secret spy shit.”

Swatting your ass playfully and admiring the resultant jiggle of the bare skin, Dave laughed. “Come on, Firecracker. Best get dressed before they arrive.” He slid from your bed, pulling on the jeans and sweater you’d peeled from his body an hour ago after dropping the girls off at school.

He smirked when he caught you staring as he dressed, and it gave him an idea. “Remind me to show you something later.”

You perked up at that, sliding across the bed to steal another kiss. “Oh, what is it?”

“Patience. I’ll show you later. I think it’s something you’ll enjoy,” Dave replied before helping you get dressed. The pair of you had a hard time keeping your hands off each other since yesterday.

Insatiable. That’s the word for it. You were both insatiable.

The doorbell rang as you reached the top of the stairs, and you went to answer it with Ranger dancing at your heels while Dave set up in the living room. He heard you greet the guys, your laughter carrying down the hall when Resnik attempted to flirt with you. He couldn’t blame the guy for trying but smirked to himself when Ranger growled at the man. Good dog.

“Well, you boys have fun! I’ll be down in the basement if you need me, Dave.” He mouthed a silent thanks, lips curling in a lopsided smile as you sauntered down the hall. He hated to see you go but loved to watch you walk away. The way your hips and ass swayed always got his blood flowing.

“How did you get so lucky, York?” Resnik asked, his eyes lingering on your ass just as intently as Dave’s were.

Dave grunted in response, his demeanor shifting to pure focus. “Let’s get to work.”

Resnik sat cross-legged on the living room floor, his laptop balanced on his knees. Ari and Kovac flanked the coffee table, papers spread out in front of them – notes on Anna, McCall, and the tangled web of the operation.

Dave paced the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “What do you have so far?”

Resnik tapped a few keys, his brows knitting together. “We’ve been cross-referencing the message encryption with known protocols. This type of tech is used by high-level operators, typical military and spy shit that could point to either McCall or Anna’s people.”

“So, what’s the smoking gun?” Dave asked, pausing mid-step.

“Patience,” Resnik muttered, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “I’m still searching for a fingerprint.”

Ari sifted through a stack of photos, laying them out on the table. “McCall’s been off the radar even after returning from the dead, as we know. The timing of these texts is too convenient. He’s got the motive – if he’s working with the Russians, this op threatens whatever deal he’s trying to make.”

“Anna has the motive, too,” Kovac countered. “If she suspects you’re not what you seem, she could be baiting you. Testing your reactions.”

Dave huffed, his index finger tapping at his bottom lip in thought. “We’re just talking in circles again. I need something that definitively points to one of them.”

Resnik suddenly leaned forward, eyes narrowing toward his laptop screen. “Got something.”

The room fell silent as the team gathered around the laptop he placed on the coffee table. Pointing to a line of code on the screen, Resnik explained. “The message originated from a ghost server linked to a military contractor – a company McCall was known to consult during his DIA days.”

“Not exactly a smoking gun. Anna could still be involved,” Ari said, his tone cautious.

“True, but this is McCall’s style,” Resnik replied. “The encryption is layered, designed to misdirect. It’s like he’s daring us to figure it out.”

Kovac crossed his arms with a grim expression. “So, he’s playin’ games.”

“Games or a warning,” Dave added, his jaw tightening until pain lanced through his head. He could feel a migraine threatening.

Ari glanced at the laptop, then back at Dave. “Either way, it’s about as much confirmation as we’re likely to get. McCall’s in this. And if he’s watching you, he’s a step ahead.”

Dave’s eyes grew cold, and distant, as he thought through his next move. “Not for long. We need to push harder. If McCall’s involved, he’s definitely the asset working with Anna and Roger. I need to force their hand and put an end to this shit now.”

The other three men exchanged glances. “You force their hand, and you’re exposing yourself. Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Resnik asked, his head tilting as he darted his eyes toward the basement.

Dave’s expression darkened. No, he was not fucking ready but what choice did he have. He needed this shit over with already. He was tired of all the bullshit, lies, and subterfuge. He didn’t want to lie to you anymore. He wanted you to know all of him.

“I don’t have a fucking choice. The longer this drags on, the more danger we’re in – that my family is in.”

Kovac understood. He had a wife and kids. He knew the pressure Dave was under. “So, what’s the move?”

“Roger’s been hinting at a big meeting,” Dave said. “He’s careful – never named names, keeps the details vague. But if McCall’s the one pulling the strings, he’ll want to make an appearance sooner or later.”

“Betting a lot on that ‘sooner’, don’t you think?” Ari questioned with a raised brow. Dave ignored him, focused on sending Roger a text insisting on a meeting ASAP.

“There, now let’s plan our strategy,” Dave said with finality.

Long after the girls and your mom went to bed, you and Dave lounged on the couch in the basement. The two of you chatted for hours, a rom-com movie playing on the television but neither of you paid it any mind. You loved hearing stories from his youth and the rare ones he’d share about his military days. Alternatively, his eyes lit up when you told him more about your life. More often than not, he steered the conversation back to you when you closed in on things he couldn’t share.

“You mentioned searching for jobs earlier,” Dave said during a lull in conversation. He turned to lean back against the arm of the couch, pulling you with him as he stretched out across the cushions. “Did you find anything?”

“A few remote options, but nothing special,” you replied with a sigh. “I’m not hurting for money, but I also don’t want to freeload off you.”

Strong arms wrapped tighter around you as Dave pressed his lips to the crown of your head. “You’re not freeloading, I promise. Don’t rush back into something you won’t find fulfillment in.”

You hummed in response, feeling like a burden no matter what he said. You both fell quiet for a while, watching the movie without really paying attention. When he finally spoke again, you felt more than heard the rumble of his voice with your head lying against his chest.

“I think I may leave the agency after this case.”

Your head lifted at that admission; your eyes wide with surprise as you met his earnest gaze. “Why would you do that?”

“I’ve spent my entire adulthood fighting battles for others, doing any number of things I never dreamed I’d have to do as a kid.” He paused, his chest rising as he took a deep breath. “I’m tired. The danger isn’t as thrilling as it used to be. Now it’s just exhausting.”

You nodded, but stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.

“With the girls having already lost their mom, I’m terrified of failing them by not coming home one day. As you know, I can’t say much about this operation, but I can tell you it’s becoming more complicated and dangerous than we accounted for. It’s making me rethink things.”

Dave’s voice had turned softer and more uncertain than you’d ever heard before, the underlying fear pulling at your heart. Shifting so that you laid atop him, chest to chest, your fingers danced along the strong lines of his face as you stared into his warm chocolate eyes.

“What would you do instead?”

His arms tightened around you as he gave it some thought. “The boys and I used to talk about starting our own security consulting business. We could put our real-world experience to good use without doing the dirty work ourselves.”

A soft smile spread across your lips at the thoughtful gleam in his eyes. “You’d be good at that, I imagine.”

He hummed in response and pressed his lips against your forehead. “I’d make more money in the private sector, too. Could buy an even bigger house,” he joked.

“Do they make houses bigger than this?” you teased, loving how his eyes sparkled. Happiness was a good look on him.

Soon, the soft look in Dave’s eyes turned heated and the two of you came together like magnets, all lips and tongues as you licked into each other’s mouths. You loved how he kissed you like he couldn’t get enough of your taste, your touch. His hands caressed your curves as you lay atop him until settling firmly on the plumpness of your dimpled ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled you down against the hardness growing beneath you.

Too soon for your liking, Dave eased back leaving you gasping for breath. “Get up for a sec. I want to show you something.”

You eased off of him, his large hands helping to steady you as you stood on shaky legs. Grasping your hand once he stood, Dave led you to his office. In seconds, he unlocked the door, eased you through it, and relocked it behind him. “Come on,” he murmured as he sat in the large, leather desk chair, pulling you down onto his lap.

Facing the desk with your back pressed to Dave’s firm chest, your interest was piqued when the monitor turned on. Two rows of video footage from cameras you never knew were there played onscreen, showing all angles of the house and perimeter of the property.

“You record everything?” you questioned warily, heat rushing up your neck as you remembered that night in the yard, the one where you touched yourself as you watched him in the hot tub. Did he know? Had he watched the footage? Fuck, what else did he see? Were there cameras in the house, too?

“Everything outside, but nothing inside. Except for this office,” Dave’s voice rumbled behind you, hot breath sending a ripple of gooseflesh cascading down your neck. “Can’t be too careful in my line of work.”

There was something in his voice – a knowing, teasing lilt – that had your thighs clenching. Oh, he definitely knew what you’d done. The thought was thrilling as much as it embarrassed you. Did he enjoy what he saw, you wondered.

As if reading your mind, Dave clicked the mouse, video of that night taking up the entire monitor screen. You watched yourself walk through the gate along the side of the house, stopping at the corner. The view switched to another camera, one with a better angle.

The video quality was high definition, with small details visible even in the low lighting. Heat rushed through your cheeks – and elsewhere – as you watched yourself spy on Dave. You’d never experienced this before, watching yourself on video like this. It was simultaneously hot and fucking weird.

Dave’s hands roamed your hips as you watched, toying with the waistband of your pajama pants until one hand slipped under the material. His movements were timed perfectly with the ones onscreen, and he worked your nub with the same urgency as you did that night. His fingers felt like heaven, plucking and rubbing and teasing until you panted desperately in his lap.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned when Dave slipped two fingers inside you, thumb pressing against your clit.

“Come for me, kitten,” he commanded, voice raspy in your ear, his fingers moving faster, harder.

And, oh boy, did you fucking come.

You were still a trembling mess when Dave shifted, sliding the pants from your body and easing his sweatpants down his hips until the fullness of his cock pressed against your bare skin. Another shift had his cock nudging insistently at your dripping cunt, ready to fill you.

The video changed to a different view – this one showing Dave in the foreground – and you moaned at the sight of him with his head tilted back in pleasure. He slid inside you then, pulling a gasp from your lungs as he fucked into you.

You could only clutch at the desk, the armrests, his knees, whatever you could reach as he fucked you, panting and keening at the pleasure he wrought from your body.

“You like watching me, huh?” Dave asked, the question ending in a grunt as your pussy clenched around him.

“Yeah,” you whispered, bereft of the breath needed for more sound.

“Me, too,” he admitted. “I came in this very chair watching this recording. You looked so beautiful being naughty, spying on me, and touching this pretty little pussy while you did.”

The picture he painted had you on the verge of coming again, babbling nonsense as he continued working your body with finesse.

“That’s it, my sexy little firecracker,” Dave encouraged, voice tight as he, too, neared the edge. “Come for me.”

You did, like a Pavlovian response. Dave followed you, filling you to the brim with cum, your pussy so full it dribbled out around his cock.

“Fuck,” you breathed, falling backward against his chest in a boneless heap, his chuckle rustling your sweat-damp hair.

When the tremors settled and you both found your breath again, Dave led you to your room.

“Stay with me?” you whispered in the dark, grasping needily at his hand.

“Of course,” Dave rumbled in response as he climbed into bed with you.

In the back of your mind, you wondered how he explained these nights when he didn’t sleep in their room, to your mom. The thought dissipated as soon as his arms wrapped around you, pulling your body snugly against his.

 Once again, you ignored all those niggling thoughts about unanswered questions like you always did when you were with Dave, unwilling to consider the alternative – of not being with him at all.

The meeting was set at a private country club, nestled just outside town. The sprawling grounds were pristine, the kind of place where power brokers gathered under the guise of leisure. This is what made it perfect for what Roger and Anna had planned: a meeting that appeared casual and was anything but.

Dave arrived early, dressed in a tailored suit to play the part, the fit snug enough to hint at his lithe build. He exuded confidence, every step calculated. The guys had already taken up their positions – Ari was stationed in the parking lot with a listening device rigged to a long-range microphone, Resnik hacked the club’s security cameras on a tablet while posing as an employee, and Kovac was stationed inside as a club guest, ready to provide backup if things went south.

The dining room, where the meeting was to take place, overlooked the golf course. Massive windows framing the normally lush green of the course showcased a sea of snow-covered ground while soft classical music played in the background.

Dave spotted Roger at a table near a window, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. Anna sat beside him; her red lips curved into a faint smile as her fingers toyed with the rim of her glass.

“York,” Roger called out as Dave approached. “We wondered when you’d show up.”

“Traffic again?” Anna sassed, green eyes raking in the cut of his suit.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said by way of greeting, easing into the open seat at the table.

Anna’s brows arched delicately. “Oh?”

Dave’s expression darkened, his voice dropping as he leaned forward. “I’m getting messages. Anonymous, encrypted, and very specific. Someone’s watching me.”

Roger’s grin faltered, his fingers tightening around his highball glass. “That’s… unfortunate.”

“Unfortunate?” Dave’s voice sharpened, the edge cutting through the room. “If someone’s leaking information, this whole operation is compromised.”

Anna tilted her head, her smile never wavering as one delicate hand twirled the cocktail straw in her drink. “And you think it’s one of us?”

He didn’t like how calmly, nonchalantly she was handling this information. “I think it’s someone close to you,” Dave countered, his eyes narrowing. “If this deal is as important as you’ve made it out to be, you need to clean house. Fast.”

Roger shifted uncomfortably, his arrogant façade slipping as his gaze darted to Anna. “We’ve been careful. No one outside our circle knows the details.”

“Then explain these texts,” Dave pressed, pulling his phone from his pocket and sliding it across the table. The screen displayed the cryptic messages, beginning with the first: I know what you’re hiding.

Anna’s smile faltered for the first time, her eyes flicking from the phone to Roger and back. “This could be anyone,” she hedged.

“Could it?” Dave challenged; brow quirked as he leaned forward. “You want me to trust you and your ‘mutual friend’? Fine. But I need to meet him. Now.”

Roger hesitated, his eyes flicking nervously to Anna. A silent exchange passed between the two.

“It’s not that simple,” Anna finally admitted, her voice tight.

“Make it simple,” Dave snapped. He was in no mood for arguments. It was time to put an end to this shit.

After several minutes of tense silence, Roger finally sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. I’ll talk to him. But you’d better be ready to prove yourself.”

“I’m always ready,” Dave replied coldly, the former assassin in him ready to come out to play.

Anna leaned back, her predatory smile returning. “I’ll make the arrangements. But if you’re as good as they say, Mr. York, this won’t be a problem.”

Dave pocketed his phone, inwardly satisfied yet his outward expression remained unreadable. “Just tell your friend to show up. I’ll handle the rest.”

Dave’s heart pounded heavily in his chest as he exited the club. The trap was set, but with the danger of McCall being involved, the game was only beginning.

His earpiece buzzed to life and Ari’s voice came through. “Nice work, boss.”

Dave exhaled slowly, his mind already racing ahead. “Now let’s see if McCall takes the bait.”

tbc

Chapter Ten

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[rrainydaydreams]

EPIC: The Ithaca Saga

Well, we’ve done it. 2 years since the release of the Troy saga, numerous ups and downs, incredible amounts of effort from all sides, and a story that won’t ever be forgotten, EPIC: the musical has finally been completed. The Ithaca saga has recently been released on Apple Music and YouTube, and after I post this it should be out on Spotify too. Spoilers below!

The challenge

First things first, Penelope’s voice (Anna Lea) is absolutely incredible. The fat that she recognises that the storm so close to Ithaca is normal just goes to prove how intelligent her character is as well. The way that her voice fits so well with the suitors as they join in fills me with joy, as well as the line “I’d rather die, than grow old without the best of you”.

The way she sings waiting while referencing Odysseus is beautiful, and I also noticed the fact that the suitors call out her name and she completely ignores them.

Hold them down

It is NOT fair that the villains in this story have such amazing voices. Also, the urge to start singing about telemachus’ birthday is strong. It started playing in my head the first time I listened before I remembered that this is was literally the official song.

The ending of this song was crazy too. Like Jorge??? The level of details put into the music and sound effects??? If you listen closely, when Antinous sings ‘soul’ at the end, you can hear Odysseus string his bow, and the end is just haunting! Odysseus didn’t even bother to reveal himself or let Antinous finish before killing him!

Odysseus

I wanted to start by saying that the title of this song is interesting. What song titles in EPIC are just singular names? Polyphemus and Scylla, who also happen to be the ‘bad guys’, and who’s goal is to kill. We also have the suitors chanting Odysseus’ name in the same way Polyphemus’ name was. Next thing: how did Athena convince Ares to let Odysseus go? Bloodshed.

Something else that people in the comments mentioned was that Odysseus learned from his mistakes. He aimed for the torches (Scylla), split them up (like Circe did), attacked them while they were unprepared (from Polyphemus), and was ruthless like Poseidon.

I can’t believe (actually I can) that the suitors had the nerve to ask for mercy. Odysseus shut them down pretty fast though! And once again, they thought that they could take on Telemachus. Don’t they know he also has people ready to protect and help him?

There’s also the line after the suitors ask for mercy where Odysseus says ‘my mercy has long since drowned’ that I wanted to point out because it’s killing me. Yes, the same way that that Polites reference is. Odysseus heated ‘open arms’ and shot that suitor down while grinning like a mad man, I just know it.

These people also noted down the different motifs and references to previous songs, if you wanted to listen out for that:

I can’t help but wonder

THATS RIGHT, TELEMACHUS/ODYSSEUS REUNION BABYYYY. On a less cap-locked note, this song really tugs on my heartstrings. They’re so soft together, murder man and his puppy dog-eyed son <3333333. Unrelated, but I always find it interesting how other characters continuously refer to Telemachus and a child, boy, and other references to his youth despite him being an adult.

‘Used to say I’d make the storm clouds cry for you, used to say I’d capture wind and sky for you’ bawling my eyes out brb. I’m imagining this scene with them both teary eyed while covered in blood by the way.

I also can’t comment on this song without mentioned Athena. I love that Odysseus can still tell when his old mentor is there. The acceptance in both of their voices showing that they know their relationship can’t go back to what it used to be, but there’s still a life to live even without each other is beautiful. I feel like Athena replying to Odysseus was her stretching out a olive branch (yes), and Odysseus accepted that in a way that he didn’t turn her down, but also offered another chance in return even if it wasn’t for him.

Would you fall in love with me again

Thats it. I’m done Jorge. Odysseus has proven over and over again that he’s ruthless, bloodthirsty, and a monster in earth, yet he still melts at the sight of his wife. That’s a real man right there folks.

When Odysseus asks Penelope if she would fall in love with him again, and she replies by asking what he did was an incredible display of their characters. She didn’t accept him straight away. She needed to know that they still had the trust in their relationship, the trust that she had in the man she fell in love with over 20 years ago.

When Penelope asked him to move their wedding bed it was scary in how quick Odysseus was to anger, but her fierceness quickly combatted that and brought him back down again. Is it possible for Odysseus to heal from his journeys? Maybe by her side.

We also have this comment that I thought was really well said:

Jorge rivera-herrans, Thankyou. I honestly don’t know what else to say. It has been a truly epic journey to see how far this story has come, all the way from the horse and the infant. You brought so many people together, people who would never have interacted otherwise, and EPIC: the musical will always have a special place in my heart.

[cta-nagito]

Dark Woods Circus summary

Recently I was able to fulfill my long-time dream, namely to get my hands on novel Dark Woods Circus, written by author of the song of same name Machigerita-P. I have been familiar with this story since year this song was released and it has always fascinated me.

In all these years, I haven't found a translation of this novel anywhere. Confess, maybe I didn't search well. But it seems to me that despite the fact that many years have passed, there may still be people who are as interested in this story as I am. Therefore, I plan to make small summaries for each of the chapters. In this part, we will get acquainted with Prologue and first chapter of the story.

WARNING: if you are not familiar with the concept of this story, it is dark, disturbing and sad. The text will mention blood and possibly other things unacceptable for you, so keep in mind!

First of all: novel's lore differs from original songs. I don't know yet exactly how much. In some ways it's disappointing, but perhaps the new story will be as catchy as the old one! (Plus, as far as I know, the animated video that many of us are familiar with is not canon and the original song was not accompanied by any animation, which is also worth considering.)

I also can't say that I'm good at English or Japanese, so my rendering of the text may seem strange or funny in places.

Prologue.

It's quite short. We're given to understand that the world where Circus exists is not our world, but it's closely connected and can merge. Author instills horror and so on.

Chapter I — Strange Looking Diva

The girl we all know from Dark Woods Circus was named Anna. She doesn't have horse legs (again, there's nothing in the song to indicate that they were in the original lore either), but she was born with growths on her head that resembled rose stems. Because of this feature, Anna grew up a recluse, knowing about the world from fairy tales and dreaming about friends, a husband, and children.

Anna had a loving mom and dad who surrounded her with love and care, but Anna still felt lonely. She never complained because she felt she had no right to when she had such wonderful parents.

Anna herself was a meek, sweet, and emotional girl. Anna's only hobbies were singing and reading books. She also spent her childhood watching her peers through the window and couldn't help but feel jealous.

And then one day she fell in love with a hunter named Andrew, who lived not far from her. Anna watched Andrew leave for work every morning and she watched him return home every evening. He seemed like a nice person and all the people he talked to seemed happy to see him. This made Anna involuntarily fantasize about her possible happy life with her beloved, which was not destined to become reality.

But one morning, Andrew did not go hunting in the forest as usual. Instead, he suddenly headed towards Anna's house. This greatly worried the girl and she hid under the blanket on the bed. From where she was, she could hear the conversation between her mother and the hunter. Andrew suddenly expressed a desire to talk to Anna, to the latter's fear and excitement. Anna's mother initially took Andrew's request with hostility, but the hunter seemed very polite and a good man, so she gave in. Andrew promised to return the next day and left.

Anna was incredibly excited by this event. She fussed all day, so that in the evening her father immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Having learned about the hunter, Anna's father became melancholic. Anna did not understand the reason, but her mother did. She began to laugh and joke about her husband. However, she understood his feelings.

Anna could not sleep for half the night. She got up early in the morning and walked back and forth until her mother came to ask what was wrong.

The hunter turned out to be very nice to Anna. She burst into tears of happiness, which scared him. But when the hunter began to console her, this made Anna even happier, and she burst into tears even more :D

Days passed. Their friendship grew stronger. Anna and Andrew had a good time together. They walked, sang together. Anna was happy.

But one night, Andrew suddenly suggested that Anna escape from the house through the window and go for a walk. It was like a scene from one of Anna's favorite fairy tales. She jumped and he caught her.

Taking the girl into the forest, the hunter confessed his feelings to her. Anna really interested him… like a rare unusual animal. It was hard to resist the desire to get her for his collection.

Having ridiculed Anna's naivety and her blind faith in fairy tales about love, Andrew killed the girl.

After her death, Anna found herself in an unknown space and met a very tall, strange man. The man took pity on her and also gave her the opportunity to see what happened to Anna's body after her death. Andrew stuffed her and put her in a display case in his room at home, as the most valuable exhibit of his collection.

The man offered Anna a deal. He could bring Anna back to life and even make Andrew fall in love with her, in exchange for her working for him as a diva. The naive fool agreed.

So Anna ended up in another dimension, in Dark Woods Circus.

That's all for today! Let me know if you're interested, it'll motivate me to continue.

[parkerslatte]

Until The Flowers Wilt

Matthew Fairchild x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none. allusions to sex.

Summary: Y/N and Matthew have been friends for years. Everyone can see what the two feel for each other - everyone except Y/N and Matthew it seems.

Shadowhunter Chronicles Masterlist

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“Math,” James said as he watched his parabatai stare out of the window once again. “She’s going to be here soon, you don’t need to keep watch.”

Matthew’s gaze lingered out of the window for a moment longer before he turned to face James. “I’m not keeping watch.”

“Your face is practically glued to the window,” James pointed out. “She’s not meant to be here for another hour.”

“But what is she comes early?” Matthew scoffed. “She’ll be locked out in the cold.”

“I’m sure she will knock on the door,” James said, rolling his eyes. 

By the time James had managed to coax Matthew away from the window seat, there was a knock on the door. Matthew immediately shot to his feet from the seat he had only just sat down in. 

“I’ll get it,” Matthew announced before he began to exit the living area. 

Cordelia appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his chest, halting his movements. “I’ll get it.”

Matthew let out a huff and took a few steps back as Cordelia left to greet the guest. James watched Matthew carefully as he rocked back on his heels watching the doorway. He had always seen the way Matthew acted around Y/N, and vice versa. It seemed to James that everyone could see what the two felt for one another, he even had long discussions with Cordelia about it while they should have been sleeping or doing something else. 

When Y/N finally stepped into the room with a wide smile on her face she was instantly wrapped in a hug by Matthew. Initially she was shocked to be quite literally swept off her feet, but once she relaxed and recovered her arms wrapped around Matthew just as tightly. 

“Don’t go away again,” Matthew mumbled into her hair.

Y/N chuckled. “I was only gone for two weeks!”

Matthew pressed a quick kiss to her cheek and pulled away from the hug, though he still kept his arms around her. “It was still too long for me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before stepping away from Matthew and wrapped James in a quick hug. “It’s good to see you too, Jamie.”

James smiled at Y/N as she took her place next to Matthew, unconsciously leaning into him. Matthew’s arm rested on her lower back, tugging her closer. The two shared a smile, seemingly lost within each other’s eyes. 

From where Cordelia was leaning against the doorway, just behind Matthew and Y/N, James caught her eye and the two shared a knowing look before James spoke up, interrupting Matthew and Y/N from whatever trance they had put the other in. 

***

It was a nice day when everyone sat together on a picnic blanket enjoying the sun. Matthew and Y/N were seemingly late everyone had noticed. The two hadn’t even sent word of their absence. 

“Did they mention anything to you?” Thomas asked James.

James shook his head. “Matthew only told me that he would pick Y/N up in his carriage at midday.”

“Ah,” Anna spoke up, her gaze fixated over Thomas’s shoulder. “There they are now, only…” she checked her watch, “two hours late.”

When Matthew and Y/N approached, her arm was linked with his and she carried a large bouquet of flowers. Matthew’s gaze was planted firmly on her as she smiled brightly at everyone. 

“Sorry we’re late!” Y/N said. “Instead of taking the carriage, we decided to walk because it would be a shame to waste the sunshine while sitting inside a dark and dreary carriage.”

“Where did the flowers come from?” Anna questioned, a teasing tone in her voice. 

“Oh,” Y/N exclaimed as if she suddenly remembered she was holding them. “We walked past a florist and had a look inside. Matthew purchased these for me for my new flat!”

“They look expensive.”

“They were,” Y/N said. “That’s why I plan to pay him back soon.”

Matthew sent a glare her way. “You will do no such thing!”

Y/N looked up at him and grinned lazily. “Watch me.”

Matthew held her gaze for a moment before rolling his eyes playfully and sat himself down on the picnic blanket. As Y/N was about to be beside him, Matthew easily pulled her down so she sat in front of him, her back resting against his chest.

“Careful!” Y/N said. “You’ll crush the flowers.”

Matthew’s arms wrapped around her waist from behind. “Then I will just have to buy you more.”

Y/N turned her head to look at him. “You will do no such thing.”

Matthew’s head tilted towards her’s. Their faces were close but neither of the two acknowledged it, nor did they acknowledge all of the looks sent their way. Some of knowing, some of confusion and some of desperation. All they focussed on was each other. 

“Won’t I?” Matthew mumbled. 

“You won’t,” Y/N said, her gaze never leaving his eyes.

Matthew smiled. His nose brushed hers. “I will always buy you flowers because every beautiful thing deserves to be owned by the most beautiful woman.”

Y/N’s eyes widened the smallest amount. Her gaze remained on his eyes though her hand tightened on his wrapped around her waist. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course I do,” Matthew said, kissing the tip of her nose before pulling his face away.

Y/N smiled as she reached forward to pick up a sandwich before relaxing fully against Matthew. 

Everyone around them resumed their conversation but everyone noticed how Y/N intertwined her fingers with Matthew’s and how whenever Y/N shuffled or moved the slightest bit, Matthew’s gaze fell to her, full of love. 

***

It was late at night when Matthew and Y/N had finally finished decorating Y/N’s flat. It had been a dreary day and with nothing else to do, Y/N contacted Matthew to help with her decorating. Matthew was knocking on her door not even fifteen minutes later. 

Matthew was sitting on the couch while Y/N came in with two mugs of tea in her hands and placed them down on the table in front of them. The two sat side by side while the fireplace roared. 

“Thank you for helping me today,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence. “It would have been a boring day without you.”

Matthew smiled at the ceiling. “I’m glad I could help. And I’m happy you asked me.”

“There is no one else I would ask,” Y/N said. “Except maybe Thomas, he could easily reach the top of my bookshelf without using a chair.”

Matthew rolled his eyes and rested his head on Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rested her head on top of his. 

“My favourite decoration is still the flowers you bought me,” Y/N said. “Even if they are a little wilted by now.”

Matthew glanced over at the flowers she had put in a vase, one that Matthew had also bought her when she first moved into her flat. 

“I will need to buy you more,” Matthew said. “And I don’t want to hear you object, because I will buy you more every single time the previous flowers begin to wilt.”

“You are impossible,” Y/N muttered. 

“But you love me for it,” Matthew said. 

Y/N didn’t respond but she smiled. 

Matthew intertwined his fingers with hers before he lifted his head from her shoulder. “Dance with me.”

“What?” Y/N questioned. 

Matthew stood up, pulling Y/N up with him. “Dance with me.”

“But there’s no music,” Y/N questioned as Matthew brought her into the centre of her living room. 

“Who cares,” Matthew said before he wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled her against his chest as the two simply swayed in the middle of the room. The only sound was the crackling fire. 

Y/N had been close to Matthew before but there had usually been plenty of other people around. Now with only the two of them she felt her heart begin to beat rapidly. 

Unbeknownst to her, Matthew was flustered. He hadn’t known what overcame him when he asked her to dance. Only that he had an overcoming urge to be close to her and hold her within his arms. 

The fire crackled as the two continued to sway in the middle of the living room. Neither of the two were sure how long it had been since they had started. They were too wrapped up within one another to notice how much time had passed. 

Matthew moved his head from where it had been looking over her shoulder to rest against Y/N’s forehead. She was truly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Everyday he would wake up and his first thought would be of her and how her hair looked in the sunlight. He would think of how she smiled when she was happy or found something mildly amusing. He thought of her kindness, her intelligence, her humour. He also thought of her touch and they way she always sought him out in a crowd. The way she would lean into him or link his arm while walking. The way she would mess his hair up when he did something mildly irritating. She was the only person he ever let do that. 

Matthew’s eyes closed as he began to lean into Y/N, his breath mixing with hers. There was the smallest brush of his lips against hers and Matthew already craved more. He moved his hands to cup her cheeks and fully pressed his lips against Y/N’s. He nearly felt his heart explode. 

Y/N tensed her whole body as soon as Matthew’s lips touched hers. The feeling wasn’t an unwelcome one but it was a shocking one. She didn’t move and let her hands drop down by her sides. Her brain was stalling her to kiss him back but her body wasn’t cooperating. 

Matthew’s lips detached from hers, his eyes dark but blown wide as he realised what he just did. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Matthew took several steps back from Y/N. “I’ll just go.”

Y/N watched him leave the room without another word. She called out to him but he didn’t reply. It was only when she heard her front door open and prompty close when her body finally allowed her to move. 

She was at her doorway in an instant and swung open the door, not bothering with putting shoes or a jacket on. Luckily her flat was situated on the ground floor so Y/N was immediately opening the front door. It was pouring rain but she didn’t care, stepping outside barefoot and bare armed into the cold rain. She saw Matthew not too far ahead, his hand in the pockets of his trousers, his white shirt completely soaked through. In his haste to leave he hadn’t picked up his jacket. 

“Matthew!” Y/N called while rushing down the street, stones dug into her feet but she didn’t care. The only thing on her mind was Matthew. 

Matthew stopped and turned, he frowned as Y/N ran up to him. “What are you doing out here, Y/N? Go back inside.”

“No,” Y/N said. “You kissed me.”

Matthew sighed and avoided eye contact. “Can we just forget about that? I shouldn’t have done it and now I’ve ruined everything.”

Y/N shook her head. “‘Ruined everything’? How did you ruin everything?” 

Matthew ran a hand through his wet hair, pushing it away from his eyes. “You didn’t kiss me back. I think that’s a clear enough answer for me.” Matthew turned to walk away.

“Because you didn’t give me a chance!” Y/N exclaimed. “You were pulling away and leaving before I ever got the chance to respond. I was shocked and confused. I think deep down I knew what I felt for you. I think it was easier for me to just mask it as a close friendship because I was scared you would never love me the way I love you.”

Matthew stilled before slowly turning to face her. “What do you mean, Y/N?”

“By the angel, you can be so stupid sometimes!”

Before Matthew had the chance to respond, Y/N clutched onto the front of his shirt and pulled him down to press her lips against his. The rain continued to pour around them but they didn’t care. Not when Matthew’s hands rested on her hips. Y/N felt the heat from his palms through the thin gown she wore, now completely drenched and clinging to her body. 

Y/N’s arms moved from clutching Matthew’s shirt to wrap around his shoulder’s her hand resting on the back of his head deepening the kiss. Matthew let out a small noise as his fingertips dug into Y/N’s hips pulling her closer until her body was flush with his. 

Matthew pulled away first and rested his forehead against Y/N’s breathing heavily. “Tell me what that meant.”

“Are you really-”

“I already know,” Matthew said. “But I want to hear you say it.”

Y/N smiled. “I am in love with you, Matthew Fairchild.”

Matthew pressed his lips against Y/N’s. It was brief but it told Y/N everything she needed to know. 

“I want to hear you say it too,” Y/N muttered against his lips.”

“I. Love. You.” Matthew said, kissing her in between each word. “I will love you until I let any bouquet of flowers die.” Matthew pressed a soft kiss against the tip of her nose. “So now you cannot deny me when I buy them for you.”

The two stood with their arms wrapped around one another in the middle of the downpour, smiles on their faces. It wasn’t until Y/N shivered that the two broke whatever bubble they had been in. 

“We should get back inside,” Y/N said. “There is a warm fire. Two cups of tea still not finished and…” Y/N leaned up to whisper in his ear. “A warm bed.”

Matthew smirked before he lifted Y/N up in his arms. She laughed in delight. “I am not opposed to that idea.”

***

The next morning everyone was waiting outside of Y/N’s flat. The previous day she had invited them all over to celebrate her moving into her new home.

“Is she even home?” Lucie asked. 

“It’s Y/N,” Anna said. “When she makes plans, she sticks to them.”

“We’ve been waiting here for half an hour,” Thomas said. “Maybe she’s forgotten.”

Cordelia sighed before she pulled a key out of her bag. “Y/N gave me a key to her flat for emergencies.”

“But this isn’t an emergency,” James said. 

“It may not be,” Cordelia said unlocking the door. “But I would like to know where Matthew is.”

The group looked around at one another, only noticing that Matthew wasn’t there.

“Y/N?” Cordelia announced as she stepped into her flat. 

“Cordelia?” Matthew said, appearing from the kitchen carrying two mugs of coffee. He was shirtless and his trousers hung low on his waist. Cordelia averted her gaze. 

“Y/N invited us to see her flat,” Cordelia said as everyone entered the flat behind her. 

They all looked at Matthew. They all shared a look with one another but no one looked the slightest bit surprised. 

“Matthew!” Y/N said, her footsteps padding down the hallway. “Could you help me with this, I can’t get it to stay in place.”

Y/N appeared in the living room, only wearing a white shirt. Y/N let out a noise of surprise when she noticed everyone standing in her living room. 

Matthew placed the two mugs of coffee down before moving to shield Y/N’s body with his own. 

“You can all make yourselves at home,” Y/N said as he and Matthew began to walk down the hallway. “We will be out in a minute.”

The group waited until they heard Y/N’s door close before laughing.

“It was about time,” James said, sitting on the couch and wrapped an arm around Cordelia, a wide smile on his face.

[peakyswritings]

Of Biscuits and Memories || Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: During one of their nightly talks, Nina shares with Tommy way more than just biscuits as old memories rise to the surface.

Warnings: mentions of loss of a loved one, no proofreading, English is not my first language.

A/N: written for @look-at-the-soul ‘s grandma’s series. Again, this was such a beautiful way to honour your grandma, and I’m sorry I’m so late🤍

Nina is the OC from my ongoing Tommy Shelby x OC series Heart, Body and Soul. This takes place somewhere between chapter 4 and 5. It can be read as a standalone. It’s also linked to this moodboard and this post.

Word count: 1.1k

Read CH. 6 HERE.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dividers credits

“Here.” A plate full of biscuits was put on the table in front of Tommy with a thud, the inviting smell immediately filling his nostrils. “Try them.”

Tommy’s lips slightly curled up at one corner, and once again he couldn’t resist the temptation to tease her. Putting on his most serious expression, he squinted his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “You’re not trying to poison me, are you?”

In the dim light of the kitchen, a glimpse of mischief shone in Nina’s dark eyes as a grin threatened to make its way on her face. “You weren’t supposed to find out.”

A chuckle escaped Tommy’s lips as he shook his head. They looked delicious, he had to admit. And even though he’d never been a big eater, observing the biscuits he couldn’t help but feel his mouth almost water. Eventually, he grabbed one of the biscuits to take a bite. The pastry easily crunched between his teeth, contrasting with the sweet cherry jam that melted on his tongue. They were delicious. And Nina must’ve noticed the appreciation in his expression, because a smug smile appeared on her face.

“They’re good.”

“It’s my grandma’s recipe. She used to make them all the time, when I was a child,” she explained, her gaze softening at the memory.

When Tommy had met her two weeks prior, Nina hadn’t seemed to him the kind of woman who would make heart-shaped biscuits in her free time. But he had soon realised there were a lot of things he didn’t know about her. And somewhere deep inside of him, he was glad he was getting to slowly unravel her night after night, talk after talk, discovering the hidden parts she seemed to hide from everyone else. It felt like a privilege.

“Tell me about her.”

12 years before

“Can you make them heart-shaped?” the ten-year-old chirped, resting her head on her hands while her legs swung back and forth under the table.

Casting a fake scolding look at her granddaughter, Anna Ferrante poured some flour on the table. “Wouldn’t you rather play with your cousins?”

Nina glanced out of the window, a sad expression crossing her face for a mere second as she watched the other girls chasing each other, their laughter echoing in the big garden. “No,” she shook her head, seemingly recomposing herself. “I’d rather stay with you.”

She brought her gaze back on her grandmother, and observed her wrinkled hands skilfully work the dough. She had always enjoyed watching her cook and bake. There was something hypnotising in the way she added and mixed the ingredients, taking simple elements to give them another shape and create something entirely new. It was as if she was pouring her whole soul into it every time. “Why did you put the flour on the table?” she furrowed her brows.

“So the dough won’t stick to it,” the old woman patiently explained, rolling out the pastry with a rolling pin. “You want to help me?” she asked her granddaughter, handing her a small glass to cut the dough.

Nina’s eyes shone with delight and a big smile lit up her features, showing two dimples at the corner of her lips. Happy to be useful in some way, she quickly grabbed the glass.

“Watch first,” her grandma said before starting to form the first biscuit. “You can use a little spoon to carve a heart inside the dough, after you’ve shaped it. But don’t press too hard,” she instructed, showing her step by step what she was supposed to do. When she was done, she placed the biscuit on a baking pan. “We’ll put the jam when they’re out of the oven, they’re better like that.”

Taking the task seriously, Nina started to carefully shape the biscuits under her grandma’s watchful gaze, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Anna Ferrante took advantage of her granddaughter’s help to slow down. She wasn’t getting any younger, after all, and the things she once used to do with great ease were turning out to be rather tiring tasks. But at the same time, her heart clenched at the thought that Nina felt so out of place with the girls her age that she preferred to spend her time inside. And although her eyesight had lost its sharpness under the weight of the years, she wasn’t blind. Her blurred pupils could perfectly see how much of an outcast she was in her own family.

She was a special child. She had a sweetness to her, a sensitivity that couldn’t be described as anything else but disarming. And it scared her as just as much as it amazed her. Because Nina was good, and the world wasn’t kind, and she would find out way too soon.

“Maybe when we’re done you can go play with your cousins,” the older woman tried again, not wanting to think that her granddaughter actually wished to be on her own.

“They say I’m dark and weird,” Nina shrugged, as if to shake away those words. But then some emotion crossed her eyes, as if doubt was slowly taking root in her mind, and she stopped what she was doing to look up at her. “Do you think I am?”

Anna Ferrante’s lips curved in a sad smile as she shook her head in negation. But watching her granddaughter’s doubtful expression, she was hit by the awareness that she saw and noticed way more than she let on. Without saying a word, she took a napkin and wiped some flour off the child’s nose. Too sensitive, too smart for her own good.

“You’re not weird. And you’re not dark,” she said, looking right in the little girl’s eyes. “You are the sun, Nina. Don’t forget that.”

“Well, it’s gotten late,” Nina spoke after a moment of silence, looking at the clock on the wall. Until then, she had never talked about her grandmother, the pain of her loss had always been too strong for her to even name her. But it wasn’t pain she had felt, while remembering things she had buried deep inside her mind. It was gratefulness. Because she had known her and loved her, and she had been loved by her. Nothing could take that away from her, not even death.

However, there was another kind of grief that kept on raising to the surface, no matter how hard she tried to push it back down. Sometimes she mourned the little girl she used to be. That little girl was not afraid to wear her heart on her sleeve. She was not afraid to be soft. She did not hide herself behind a mask of indifference. A useless mask, because pretending not to care about anything didn’t make the pain any less real. She had butchered that little girl, and reserved her no mercy.

If her grandmother were still there, would she still think she was the sun?

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