#getting a new interest will do that to a person I guess

[cherrribun]

may i request the first years with a merperson!reader? doesn't have to be yuu. i just want to see fishy interactions.

TWST First years x Merperson!Reader

literally at work while writing this prompt out lol. i love fish so much, i actually use to run a twt acct dedicated to daily fish facts!! this was a silly write, enjoy!

Characters: first years (again no ortho😭)

TWS: none!

a/n: im sorry if i mischaracterized you, reader. tried shaking it ip a little qq

Ace Trappola

-ace, seven bless his heart, is so stupid

-he literally has zero inkling of a clue that you are any kind of merfolk at all

-he thinks youre simply strange, and to be fair, most merfolk are on land

-the way you suspiciously eye sushi or honestly any kind of regular lander food makes him question whether or not hes being poisoned

-he once saw you slipping out of the dorms to take a well needed break in some water, and watched you down a potion and slip right on into what you really look like

-yeah he gasped super loud and blew his cover immediately

-a nice little stare off ensued, in absolute silence

-after a second of silence he very loudly goes “oh my cod-GOD, i thought you were just like weird.”

-now this can go one of two ways

-if you laugh and let him have the biggest sigh of relief that you arent mad, he basically runs up to you. Hands on his knees looking at you like a dad inspecting car damage

-he's immediately inquiring about what its like, can he touch you, how are you breathing, do you like the tweels (theres a correct answer)

-he's absolutely geeked if you let him touch your tail, but freaks out and pulls away when he feels your slime coat

-and people say chivalry is dead

-if you continue to stare at him, he starts begging for forgiveness

-lol he's literally on his knees pleading for you to spare him. pleading for your “merm–MERCY!”

-give the guy a break, hes new to this

Deuce Spade

-deuce is physically immune to having a bad opinion

-because of how based he is, he loves your merperson-ness (??)

-you probably didn't try hiding it, i mean, this is. nrc. how would that do you any good

-and if you casually bring it up in conversation, deuce is definitely curious

-but because hes so strict on being a gentleman, he doesn't pry. its rude to do so!

-lord ace could take a page outta this kids book

-but he doesn't act like he doesn't know youre a merperson

-deuce is very considerate about it

-he refrains from eating fish infront of you, doesn't comment on when you’re grumbling about dumb lander rules

- you definitely pick up on this

-and you open up on your own terms, letting him gather information here and there about what kind of aquatic being you are, what your home grove is like, how dehydrated you are at all times

-he keeps a little notebook about all the people around him, and trust, youve got a bajillion pages dedicated to you alone

-he gets the hots for you the first time he sees you interact with other merfolk

-you seemed so natural with them, and far more relaxed. a huge smile on at all time while you made the cutest trilling noises, like you were deep under the blue

-yeah, hes making you the best possible bouquet of roses personally painted red and the coral you told him about from your home grove. what a sweetie

Jack Howl

-you bet your top dollar that when jack gets a crush on you, hes suddenly very interested in swimming

-he would ask you to join him for early morning swim sessions, encouraging you to join him for “one on one training”

-yeah yeah, he just wants to be with you

-hes got a mean face, but a heart of gold, everyone knows this

-after the dogman sees your absolutely intense swimming capacity, he begs you to join other sports

-if you accept, you have your own personal body guard 24/7

-if you dont, well damn, guess hes stickin to the water

-when you're on land, meandering about the savannaclaw dorms, let it be known jacks the first to ask you (dumbly) if its safe for you to be in the sun

-himbo jack who cheered

-after a laugh and reassurance you’re definitely okay, he lowkey still doesn't believe you

-congrats, he now constantly gives you water bottles and whatever food you like

-kelp? seaweed? sea grapes? dulse? hes got you covered

-if you're not very fond of landers, jacks got two big listening ears for your disposal

-though he may find complaints of ‘strange’ traditions a bit….conflicting

-what do you mean you dont understand the loosey goosey lander courting traditions? you're making your wolf bf sad, dont do that

Epel Felmeir

-lol epel is actually terrified

-the guy didnt even know you, and just so happened to make the mistake of walking too close to the shore of the island when he saw the biggest fishy eyes sticking out of the top of the water

-hes running for his life after that

-should he encounter you after the fact while on land, you snicker, asking him about strange beings in the ocean

-yeah he picked up on what you were putting down, he steered clear of you for a good while

-sucks that youre in his flight class, and alchemy class

-you keep teasing him about it until hes close to throwing fists about it (comment on his height and youre a goner)

-ensue vil threatening to kick him from the dorm so on and so forth till he begrudgingly agrees to ignore you

-but word gets around that he got in some shit for it, now you feel bad you jerk (ur not a jerk, reader, im just ur god rn)

-so you apologized to him in traditional merfolk fashion, with the best food you can make and plenty of pearls and shells in a nice little basket

-hes inclined to give you a chance when he sees the pearls, hes a big fan of them despite his insecurities

-it takes a long time for him to become your friend, let alone more, but with enough jewelry and even helping him with class (cheating), he starts to like you!

Sebek Zigvolt

-oh hes delighted to be with someone he views on the exact same level as him

-sebek being half human and half fae feels to be in a bit of an awkward spot between his fantastical heritage and his more mundae blood

-you’re just like him!!

-albeit a bit more aquatic

-outside of your aquatic self, sebek doesn't like water much. lilia enjoys taunting him for this fact, teasing the poor boy to hell and back while he stares at you with googoo eyes from the shore

-however, sebek adores watching you swim about, when not servicing maellus, he actively asks you to swim for him

-you're just so mesmerizing!

-he on a very rare occasion would join you, but not any sort of often. when he does though, he likes to test his endurance for swimming

-give him a run for his money, he’ll never admit it, but he loves the challenge, especially from someone deemed worthy

-when on land, you can find yourself being gifted stones

-pretty uncanny, huh?

-sebeks got a high loving for any non humans, and if you’re in the octavinelle dormitory, youve got a brand new regular in the lounge

-dont you dare tell anyone the mushy way he hands you each stone, looking aside, arm fully infront of him while he drops it into your palm with a little “this reminds me of you” (little is relative, this boy SHOUTS)

-stones turn to shells though,and if you gift him the large stones and shells you find under the water? hes got a curio cabinet full of each one on careful display

[stabbyfoxandrew]

hiii aerie, how are you?

could i ask for my usual dealer's choice between arson, mafia and angel Neil this week, please? whichever is being the nicest or got the least requests : )

thank you!! have a great week <33

WIP Wednesday (3/12) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 287)

Since he got home from Kevin and Co., the card they all signed has been hanging up on his refrigerator by the note 10 had left in that gift basket last month. It's backward now, because Andrew got fed up with those stupid smug reindeer on the front. They seemed to mock his every move, the fuckers. It's too soon to ask 10 to meet up again, Andrew thinks. The man is a fucking recluse and likely needs a little while to recharge. Andrew does too, if he's honest.

Especially considering Jean's little 'get some on us' comment.

Not that he doesn't want to fuck 10. But he's never been so interested in someone and he doesn't think relying on 10's stupid exy fixation to get into his pants is exactly the start of a great romance. For fuck's sake, they've met in person once. Not that that's a real problem for Andrew, he's gotten on his knees for men he's known for minutes. But those were all horrendously casual, one-sided hook ups. 10 is something Andrew... would like to keep. And he's apparently the first person 10's ever been attracted to, if he was telling the truth. How insane is that?

Now Andrew's not stupid, he knows he can look downright decent when he puts an effort in. That's how he's landed those previously mentioned hook ups after all. But 10 actually... knows him. And likes him anyway? It's fascinating. It's also hard to understand.

So Andrew sits on the card for a few days.

The two of them keep up with their daily texts and calls in the meantime. Four days after their impromptu date, 10 asks if they can try the video chat function on his new phone so Andrew calls him and 10 shows off his hotel room. It's a lot nicer than Andrew thought it would be. Evidently he'd been picturing the arsonist in a rundown shack this entire time. But he has a bed and a chair, a small hoard of shelf stable snacks, and a large TV— optimal for exy viewing.

"You got a coloring book." Andrew comments when the camera spans the desk.

"Yeah. I haven't really done anything with it yet," 10 says, as the camera settles back on his face. "I've been playing a lot of phone games since I set this thing up. Did you know there's like a million of them?"

"Yes. What's your favorite?" Andrew asks, making 10 purse his lips and look off to the side as if trying to remember.

"Uh, I like the fruit cutting one. And the one where you have to run away from monkeys."

"Fruit Ninja and Temple Run."

"Yeah, sounds right."

"I should've guessed you'd like the running game." Andrew says, making 10 roll his eyes.

"You also have to turn and jump and dodge. It's fun. Do you play it?"

"I'm more of a Sudoku sort of man." Andrew tells him. "Sometimes Candy Crush. When I want to waste precious hours of my existence.”

"I should've guessed you'd like the candy game."

"Shut up."

"Make me." 10 dares with a roguish grin. His eyes glance down and Andrew licks his lips. Oh, he would love to make 10 shut up.

"Do you want to do something tomorrow?" Andrew asks foolishly. At 10's puzzled look, he sighs. "I mean, would you like to meet up somewhere? Maybe you could try and convince me to kiss you again.”

10 swallows and nods. "Yes. Please."

"Don't say that word to me." Andrew tells him. 10 considers that demand for a moment, then he nods.

"Okay. Yes, I want to. Where? When? What do I wear? Is anything even open tomorrow?" 10 asks.

"Why wouldn't— Oh fuck." Andrew curses. Freaking Christmas is tomorrow. He knows the Magnolia will be closed, they had a sign up announcing such the other day. The movies might be open... But Andrew is not a teenager, the idea of shoving his tongue down a man's throat in the back row is not appealing to him in the slightest. He supposes he could invite 10 over... No. Definitely not. Not yet.

"You could—" 10 cuts himself off. "Never mind. Um. I don't think it's a good idea for you to come here. Yet."

"Agreed." Andrew wracks his brain for a moment. They could get a room at a different hotel to hang out in, but that would bring a lot of expectations. If it weren't for the holiday they could meet up at one of the big box stores in town and walk around together— that's something Aaron used to do with his girlfriends in high school. (So romantic.) Andrew scribbles that off his list. Hm, while Aaron was off doing stupid shit like that, Andrew was... Aha! "Alright, I know a place. But... It's not exactly the Ritz."

"I've lived in a Toyota, Andrew. I don't need the Ritz." 10 says, a fierce look in his eyes. Andrew feels the heat of it even here. He gives 10 directions to his high school haunt, watching as the arsonist scribbles them down on his room's memo pad.

"And then you just drive until you see it. It'll be on the right." Andrew tells him. 10 nods as he writes. "You got that?"

10 reads back the directions and nods again. "Got it."

"I'll be there at two o'clock. Just a warning, I will be coming off a shift at the station."

"I know."

"Stalker. Stop having my schedule memorized."

"No. Go fix your lock." 10 counters.

"What?"

"Your chain isn't done up." 10 tells him, making Andrew turn his head to look toward the front door. 10's right.

"That isn't usually a problem."

10 rolls his eyes. "Fine, get home-invaded and axe-murdered."

"I doubt any axe-murderers are lurking in my building."

"Never know. They're more common than you think."

[seastarblue]

I would like to hear more about Felix's family! But, if it's too spoilery, it's fine🙈 Also, I know we already have a lot of it, but if there's anything you'd like to tell us about him and Kaiden's friendship

hello Bunny!!! and no, I don’t think it’s too spoilery ^^

yap session #004

[PT: yap session #004. End PT]

Felix’s family needs… more work. I’m gonna be for real. But I’ll give you what I have so far!

We have:

Twin half siblings, Maria and Luca—they’re both 15

Stepfather, Antonio

Bio parent #1 Azalea (a Fairy)

Bio parent #2 Gianna (who may need a new name)

and. that’s it kinda.

I admit I wanna change his lore a bit so this may change…? But yea.

He adores his siblings <3

He's indifferent about Antonio

He hates Gianna

and he misses Azalea dearly

that’s it! Needs more work I’d say…

you know what I can yap about for a bit… you guessed it

KAIDEN AND FELIX FRIENDSHIP BLAST✨

where to start… oh man.

you already know they’ve been friends for about ten years (how time flies…) and that they are each other’s first friend! how sweet aw.

they’re like those bonded kittens I think—you seen those? yeah that’s them.

they understand each other so well it makes the other sick /pos AND ALSO they have some similar interests! Like puzzles, books, etc!

The Friendship Ever, truly. But it’s not without its downsides, namely:

They both envy each other a little, deep down. Kai envies Felix’s charisma and personable attitude and Felix envies how Kai always seems to have everything under wraps.

They’re really awkward at the beginning of the story 😔 not really a downside but man is it hard to think about (getting second hand embarrassment)

They both tend to overwork themselves and also tell others not to do the same, so they butt heads quite a bit on that —

and yeah! I think they gotta hug for a good long bit mhm.

thanks for the ask!

[thollandsgirl2013]

Hi! I was wondering if you could possibly do a tom fic where the reader gets the job as toms personal assistant at first she thinks that he's a stuck up celeb but as time goes on she finds out that hes not like that and develope feeling for him but she knows that she can't like her boss like that so when a guy asks her out she agrees. When tom finds out he acts kind of like a dick to her because he's jealous and he later crashes her date...

Hi, thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy the story and that it’s everything you imagined.

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𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Parings → Tom Holland x Personal assistant! Reader

Warnings → Jealousy, angst, Tom being a dick, complications, fluff

Summary → Y/n gets hired as Tom Holland's assistant, develops feelings for him, and navigates jealousy and complications.

First Impression:

The moment you stepped into the house, you could tell that working for Tom Holland wasn’t going to be easy. His manager had warned you about his demanding schedule, the endless last-minute changes, and the occasional moments when he could be difficult. But you had brushed it off. Celebrities were all the same—demanding, self-absorbed, and too used to getting what they wanted.

You weren’t here to fawn over him like his fans. You were here to work.

The house he was renting in Atlanta for Spider-Man filming was massive—bigger than you’d expected. The modern interior had sleek furniture, high ceilings, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked a pristine backyard with a swimming pool. It looked more like a luxury Airbnb than a home.

His assistant—the one you were replacing—kept glancing at the clock on her phone, her fingers drumming anxiously against her clipboard. “He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago,” she muttered, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

You crossed your arms. “Is he always late?”

She hesitated before answering. “He tries not to be. But his schedule is… a lot. Don’t take it personally if he’s a bit distracted.” Her tone was kind, but there was something behind it—relief, maybe? Like she was glad to be handing off this job to someone else. “Tom’s a nice guy, but—”

Before she could finish, the front door burst open.

Tom Holland stepped in, slightly breathless, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans, sunglasses pushing back his messy curls. He had the effortless charm of someone who didn’t have to try—shoulders broad, posture relaxed, that natural confidence that came with knowing he was one of the most recognizable actors in the world.

But instead of flashing a Hollywood smile or offering some overly charming introduction, he just let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry, sorry, I got held up—” His gaze landed on you, and for a brief second, his expression shifted. You weren’t sure if it was curiosity, mild interest, or just exhaustion. “Are you the new PA?”

You met his eyes evenly. “Yeah. I'm Y/N.”

There was a pause. He studied you, as if trying to figure something out, then gave a small nod. “Right. Uh, welcome to the madness, I guess.”

That was it. No smugness, no arrogance, no fake enthusiasm. Just a simple greeting before he turned to his outgoing assistant. “Everything set for today?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah. I already went over the essentials with Y/N. You’ve got interviews later, and wardrobe fitting at three.”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing again. “Right. Great.” He turned back to you. “You jump into things fast, huh?”

“I don’t see the point in wasting time.” Your voice was even, professional.

That made him smirk—just slightly. “Good. You’ll need that attitude.”

You weren’t sure if it was a warning or a compliment. Maybe both. Either way, you weren’t convinced yet. Celebrities could be charming when they wanted to be.

And you had a feeling Tom Holland was no exception.

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The Shift

It started subtly. You didn’t even realize it at first.

You were used to high-maintenance bosses—ones who barked orders, never said thank you, and treated assistants like they were disposable. But Tom? He was nothing like that. Sure, he had his stressful moments—days where his schedule was overwhelming and he got snappy—but he always apologized afterward. Always.

“Sorry for being a bit of a diva earlier,” he’d mumble, scratching the back of his neck after a long day. “I really appreciate you, you know?”

And that was the problem.

He made you feel seen.

It was the little things that got to you. The way he noticed when you were exhausted and shoved a protein bar into your hand. The way he called out your name with that soft British accent, always warm, always familiar. The way his brown eyes crinkled at the corners when he teased you, his smile contagious.

It was dangerous.

Because one day, you realized you weren’t just working for him. You liked him.

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The Moment You Knew

It happened during a late-night shoot. Tom had just finished a grueling scene, and you were waiting off to the side with his usual bottle of water. His hair was damp with sweat, his body slumped with exhaustion as he took a long sip.

“You're a lifesaver,” he muttered before plopping down onto a chair beside you.

You laughed. “It’s just water, Holland.”

“Yeah, but it’s you giving it to me. Makes it better.”

Your breath hitched. It wasn’t flirting. It wasn’t even said with any sort of intention. But the way he looked at you—tired, grateful, fond—made your stomach flip.

You needed to get a grip.

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The Coffee Shop Incident

The solution? Dating.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself when a guy at a coffee shop struck up a conversation.

It had been a rare morning off. You were standing in line, waiting for your latte, when a tall guy with an easy smile and kind eyes slid into the spot next to you.

“Hope this isn’t weird,” he started, “but I noticed you from over there, and I was wondering if I could buy your coffee?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Oh—uh, that’s nice of you, but—”

“Come on, let me be a gentleman. Least I can do after rudely eavesdropping on you talking about how exhausted you are.” His grin was teasing but friendly. “Rough job?”

You hesitated. He was attractive, funny. Normal.

And more importantly, not Tom.

“Yeah,” you admitted, “it’s pretty demanding.”

“Then you definitely deserve a pick-me-up. And maybe dinner sometime? Only if you’re interested.”

It should’ve been an easy answer. And maybe it was.

Because if you said yes, it meant you weren’t falling for Tom.

“Sure,” you said, forcing a smile. “That sounds nice.”

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Tom Finding Out

You didn’t mean for Tom to find out.

But, of course, he did.

It was later that afternoon when you were on set, double-checking his schedule for the next day. Tom was scrolling through his phone when he casually said, “So, what’s this I hear about you going on a date?”

You froze. Looked up.

He wasn’t looking at you, but his grip on his phone was tight.

Your stomach twisted. “How did you—?”

“Harry mentioned it.”

Of course. Harry, who had casually dropped by the set earlier. You shouldn't have shared it with him.

You forced a casual shrug. “Yeah. It’s nothing serious.”

Tom finally met your gaze, his expression unreadable. “Who is he?”

“Just… a guy from a coffee shop.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He was bothered.

That realization sent your heart into a tailspin.

You didn’t want him to be jealous. But a small, terrible part of you did.

Tom let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Right. A guy from a coffee shop.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Didn’t know you were looking to date.”

“I wasn’t,” you admitted, voice quieter. “It just… happened.”

A beat of silence.

Then he nodded. “Well. Hope he knows what he’s getting into.”

It was said lightly, playfully. But there was something underneath. Something that made your chest feel too tight.

And when he walked away, you realized—this wasn’t just about you trying to get over your feelings.

This was about Tom.

Because if he didn’t care, why did he look like he did?

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The Jealousy Begins

It started subtly. Small things that you could almost brush off.

Tom, who was usually warm and teasing, started acting… different. Cold. Distant. He stopped joking with you, stopped asking if you’d eaten, stopped waiting for you when you walked together on set. Conversations were strictly professional now—short, clipped responses with no warmth behind them.

At first, you thought he was just stressed. Maybe exhausted from filming. But then, it got worse.

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The First Snap

“You’re late,” Tom muttered the moment you stepped into his house.

You blinked at him. “I’m two minutes late.”

“Still late,” he said flatly, not even looking up from his script.

You frowned but chose not to argue. “Here’s your schedule for the week,” you said, setting your tablet down. “You have—”

“I know what my schedule is.”

His tone made you pause. Sharp. Dismissive.

You inhaled quietly. “Okay. Well, just a reminder that your fitting is at three, and—”

“I know,” he repeated, flipping a page aggressively.

You swallowed down the irritation bubbling in your chest. He’s your boss. Losing patience wouldn’t do you any favors.

Instead, you nodded, shifting the topic. “I also confirmed the interview slot for Friday. Do you want me to go over the questions with you later?”

Tom let out a breath, shaking his head. “I swear, sometimes I don’t even know what you’re doing half the time.”

The words made your stomach drop.

Your fingers curled around the edge of your tablet. “I'm sorry?”

“I asked you to follow up on the promo photos last night. Did you even bother?”

You blinked, surprised. “Yes, I did. I emailed the team, and they said they’d send them by tomorrow.”

Tom huffed, clearly unsatisfied. “And you didn’t think to remind them to speed it up?”

Your jaw tensed. “I did. But they said that’s the soonest they can send them.”

Tom scoffed, shaking his head. “Right. Whatever.”

You stared at him. “Did I do something wrong?”

Finally, he looked up. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp. “You just seem distracted lately. Thought maybe you’d be more focused on work, but I guess you have other priorities now.”

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist.

But instead of snapping back, you just straightened. “I’m doing my job, Tom.”

“Sure,” he muttered under his breath, looking away.

You didn’t push further. Instead, you gathered your things and excused yourself, biting the inside of your cheek the entire way out.

Because for the first time since you started working for him, it didn’t feel like Tom Holland was just your boss.

It felt like he was mad at you for something else.

And you had a sinking feeling you knew what it was.

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Crashing Your Date

The date was going great—until he showed up.

You had been pleasantly surprised by Liam. He was charming in an effortless way, with an easy smile and a confidence that wasn’t overbearing. He was the kind of guy you should be going for—someone normal. Someone who didn’t make your job feel like an emotional battlefield.

You were at a cozy Italian restaurant, laughter spilling from your lips as you twirled your wine glass between your fingers. The warm glow of candlelight flickered against the table, casting soft shadows as you smiled at something Liam said. Just as another laugh escaped you, a voice suddenly interrupted.

“Huh. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

Your body went rigid.

No. No way.

Slowly, you turned your head, already knowing who you’d see.

And there he was.

Tom stood beside your table, arms crossed, expression unreadable—but his eyes? Stormy.

Liam glanced between the two of you, a polite but confused smile on his face. “Uh… hey?”

Tom ignored him. His gaze stayed locked on you. “You didn’t mention you’d be here.”

You inhaled sharply, willing yourself to stay calm. “Because it’s none of your business.”

Tom let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “Right. Of course.”

Liam frowned, clearly picking up on the tension. “Wait, you’re Tom Holland.”

“Yeah, mate, I am.” Tom’s tone was sharp, lacking any of his usual charm.

You shot him a warning glare. “What are you doing here?”

Tom smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just grabbing some food.”

“Alone?”

His smirk faltered for just a second before he recovered. “Well, you’re the one who usually does that.”

Your blood boiled. “Unbelievable.”

Liam shifted awkwardly. “So… you two know each other?”

“She’s my personal assistant,” Tom answered before you could.

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. There was an edge to it, like he was claiming you.

That was it.

You stood abruptly, plastering a polite smile onto your face. “Excuse us for a second,” you told Liam before grabbing Tom’s arm and dragging him outside.

The cool night air barely registered as you spun on him.

“What the hell is your problem?”

Tom stepped closer, his jaw tight. “My problem? Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re out with some random guy like it’s no big deal.”

You blinked. “Because it is no big deal.”

His eyes darkened. “Yeah? So you don’t like me at all?”

Your breath caught.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The streetlights buzzed faintly above, casting long shadows around you.

Then, softer, he asked, “Why him?”

Your stomach twisted. “Because he’s not my boss.”

Tom let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his curls. “So that’s the only thing stopping you?”

You hesitated.

And that hesitation was all he needed.

Tom took a step closer, and then another, until the space between you was almost nonexistent. You could smell the faint traces of his cologne, something warm and familiar.

His voice dropped, low and insistent. “If I weren’t your boss,” he murmured, “would you still be here with him?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Tom tilted his head, searching your face. “Answer me.”

Your voice barely came out. “No.”

Tom exhaled sharply, like he had been holding his breath.

And then, before you could even process it, his hands cupped your face, and his lips crashed onto yours.

The world tilted.

You gasped against his mouth, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt, but you didn’t pull away. You couldn’t.

The kiss was desperate, almost messy, like he had been holding back for too long. Like this had been building up for weeks, maybe months, without either of you daring to acknowledge it.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven.

“Please don’t go back in there,” he whispered.

Your heart pounded. “Tom—”

“I’ve been a jealous asshole because I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.” His voice was raw. “Tell me I’m not crazy.”

You swallowed, your hands still fisting his shirt. “You’re not crazy.”

His lips curved slightly, but it was barely there. He was still searching your face, still waiting for something.

Slowly, you reached up, fingers grazing his cheek.

And just like that, he kissed you again.

This time, you kissed him back.

And outside that small Italian restaurant, under the glow of the streetlights, you stopped pretending you didn’t feel the same way.

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[ballonleamusings]

Will there be a time jump in acgas series 6?

I know some fans are concerned about the possibility of a time jump in season 6. After all, there is the risk of too much off-screen development for a start. However, I personally think a time jump would be a good thing if it happens. There's still years left of the second world war, so it would take at least two more seasons to cover the whole period. A time jump would allow the writers to explore the aftermath of the war. Also, there's lots of reasons why they would choose to do a time jump at this stage in the series:

. In series five, both James and Tristan settled back into Skeldale. This opens up a possibility for them to bond over their experiences. While it's unclear if Tristan will be called up again, it's possible that he'll stay around like James has. If this is the case, a time skip would be effective in showing how both men reflect on their service in the war, and the long term impact of their service.

. On a similar topic, we know a lot about James' war experience but not much about Tristan's. If we had some flashbacks of Egypt, it would parallel with Siegfried's flashbacks of Ypres in season 3. Memories of war have been a huge part of Siegfried's characterisation, so it would make sense for this to bleed into Tristan's as well.

. A time skip would also mean that Jimmy would be a bit older. This could give James and Helen a reason to have another baby. I'm not sure what the age gap between Alf Wight's real children is, but it would be interesting to welcome a new character to mark the end of the war.

. After the S5 Christmas special, I don't know what will happen to Edward. If he is caught in the Japanese invasion of Singapore, this would result in another agonising storyline for Audrey. Given the history of Singapore, I don't want to see this happen to her. A time jump could enable the writers to see Edward's storyline through to a point where he can return home. I don't want the writers to explain it away, but a reunion between him and Audrey would be so rewarding.

. Carmody may be tied up in London for the remainder of the war, due to his duty as a researcher (although I don't know how they'll handle the blitz 😐). It would be nice to see Carmody return to Skeldale after the war, either just for a visit or to stay for a while.

. A time skip would give Jenny a chance to grow off-screen and contemplate her future. In the last season, she wanted to leave to work in Leeds (?), so it will be interesting if she decides to stay there.

. If Siegfried × Audrey happens, a time jump might actually be another reason for them to get together. (I know Donald Sinclair married Audrey Adamson in 1943 but acgas does it's own thing). Until the end of the war, Siegfried will be anxious in case Tristan is called up again. Similarly, Audrey will continue to fear for Edward until he returns home safely. When the horrors of the war are behind them, Siegfried and Audrey will have more time to think about their feelings for each other.

The time skip in season 6 is still unconfirmed (as far as I know) so this is just speculation. The final reason why a time jump would be neat is because the original series did it, but I guess we'll see.

[bluespiritshonour]

I’m fairly new to atla, and I feel the same way about maiko! That’s why I’m so interested to see if they do anything with them in the movies. Mai deserves someone who loves her, someone to give her the world… someone like… SOMEONE LIKE AANG OK! 😭

So my favorite ship in atla is kataang, but a while back I found this super cute maiaang fic, and they totally won me over they’re so cute!! 🥺

Also I just think Aang is the most shippable character in atla (I mean an older Aang people!) lol but that’s a different conversation 🤭

Aang is just the type of person Mai needs in her life, I bet she would love to travel the would with him. Can you imagine them riding appa together, omg I think I’m going to go reread the fic again 😍

Also your art is super gorgeous btw! ❤️❤️

Also lmk if you’d like the maiaang fic link! ☺️

Ok bye now :)

Tbh I don't wanna give up on maiko. But it's also hard to ship them when Zuko's like this. And I can't help it, I do love him but I've also started hating him???

So... I am multishipper and I definitely see the appeal in maiaang! I don't think it's my cup of tea though 🤔 but I agree with you, Aang is the most shippable character in ATLA. I think he'd treat his partner amazingly well no matter who he's paired with.

Just as I think Zuko would be likely to treat his partner horribly no matter who he's paired up with (otherwise how could you explain a guy that cared about faceless recruits enough to get burned doesn't care about the girl who was ready to die for him? It reads like those people who'd be there for strangers but not their loved ones. And I personally consider people like that S-tier jerks that deserve to be alone)

Anyhow truth to be told I ship Kataang too and I feel really happy that Katara with her abandonment issues ended up with a boy who'd choose her over the whole world and never abandon her.

If only we could get Mai with a history of neglect being a priority for Zuko but I guess if wishes were horses, beggars would ride. And it's funny because if I could make it happen, I would.

Also there's another person who picked Mai over their own safety: Ty Lee.

Do better, Zuko!

[j0kers-light]

Choices part Two

I'm on a roll re-reading today, perhaps because we have a severe thunderstorm/tornado warning.

Let's get back into it! 🖤✨These three chapters were so hard to write and so many people noticed.

Did he really think you'd be amazed by his toxic declaration? As if you would come crawling back to him like some lost puppy after the whirlwind of insanity he displayed today. Forget that. If Joker wanted to self sabotage his chances with you, then by all means, you were going to let him.

Yass do it for the girls! Show him you mean business!

“Uh.. yes?" You slung the laptop bag onto your opposite shoulder. "You're the one who encouraged me to go, now you don't want me to? Geez, make up your mind Joker."

Did J really think we would stay with him after his rude comment? 🤨

You walked up to him with confidence. "Didn't you say, 'Enjoy your time with Gotham's savior, live it up in his mansion all you want'? Well that's what I'm gonna to do and guess what, Joker? I'll come back on my own terms, not because you expect me to."

Choices. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 Choices darling!

Once again you were running away and even worse, you were running away to another man.

You were still iffy on if you really were attracted to the billionaire, but you needed to get this out of your system if you wanted to move forward with Joker.

Mhm if that’s the lie you telling yourself then sure. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Alfred loved Bruce with all of his heart but female guests were so commonplace at the manor with a new one coming and going like clockwork. Yet somehow this one was an exception.

👀👀 nah tell us more Alfred. Spill thine tea. Who else Bruce got around? Who are his choices?

You nodded. "Sure do! They're my best friends!" Alfred glanced at Bruce over your head. Bruce slowly shook his head. 'She doesn't know.'

I thought about letting Y/n find out about Batman’s true identity but this is a Joker x you fic. We don’t need all that.

The moment you laid eyes on the Wayne Manor library, your soul ascended to heaven. You pretended to faint and Bruce caught you thinking you were passing out for real. "Y/n! Are you alright?"

a girl’s literal dream!!!

“It makes the bread soggy. This sammich still bussin tho.. I mean! It's good." You snapped your gaze out the window. Your Blüdhaven dialogue usually came out whenever you were frustrated or hungry. You rarely code switched, but Bruce and his proper upbringing made you feel a little guilty.

I love adding in small details like this to drill in that Y/n is of culture 🤌🏾 it also served as a divide between Bruce and Y/n showing their polar opposites.

These two were doomed from the start.

Cut the bull Mac. I know it's you. What in the world are you doing here? Did he order you to follow me?"

The answer is yes Y/n. Joker’s loyal three are tasked to follow you. Discreetly of course. 😉

“I clean up Joker's messes. If you end up being a problem, then so be it. I always get the job done." He whispered.

Now Mac my love, is this foreshadowing? 👀

“Hear me out! You ran polls, people are interested in reading an alternative story opposed to a more traditional happy ending!"

"Y/n we talked about this. That poll was inconclusive! The demographics aren't there for it to be successful. People want to feel good after they read a book, not depressed and even if you do find a willing bracket, I still don't see the point."

This is a conversation between myself debating on if His Lighthouse should end in angst. Nothing to see here. 👀

“Y-Yeah. I drafted it as a typical love at first sight troupe but it's all an illusion. The reader and main character are just wasting each other's time. I don't wanna spoil anything but it gets really deep. If I drop teasers and create enough lore for fans, I can make the numbers."

Not me talking directly to you my fellow reader. This is the His Lighthouse’s plot and my own personal expectations 🤣🤣🤣🤣🫣

"I am not giving up on him!" You shouted into the room.

How could anyone give up on this adorable face?

"Is there something wrong?" Bruce knew where this conversation was going after seeing her tight smile.

"Oh nothing right now but hurt her in any capacity and I don't care if you're a trillionaire with coins on the side, I will end you."

Cindy is a girl’s girl. Unfortunately she’s in a tough position where she can’t fully be a better friend to Y/n but ahhhhh does Cindy got your back.

Sitting in Bruce Wayne's foreign car waiting for him to close the distance and kiss you was every girl's dream in Gotham yet there you were dreaming of another male with green eyes instead of blue, and dirty dyed hair with stark white face paint.

Y/n cannot stop thinking about Joker while she’s with another man 🥴🤣🤣🤣

In time Joker would move on and leave you heartbroken. Bruce gave you an opportunity to secure a safe and happy future for yourself yet you hesitated. You just had to grin and bear it until you accepted it.

You mentally nodded and prepared yourself for whatever Bruce would bring to the table.

This is what settling is ladies. Take note of how mentally draining it is. Never settle.

You craved the passion Joker had in store for you. Just being in his presence was electrifying– you didn't get that from Bruce. You feared you never would, no matter how hard you tried.

Y/n is beginning to regret this choice and I love it.

Bruce was a good man; any woman would kill to have him as a lover, just not you. Was it wrong to gobble up this feeling while it lasted? How selfish could it be to allow Bruce to treat you like a princess for just one day?

I like this open ended question because is it wrong? This is helping Y/n heal despite using Bruce who is none the wiser. So is it bad? He’s not financially hurting sooooo?

Bleed him dry Y/n!

You didn't care if you were being selfish. You didn't care if you were using him. You wanted to experience what a normal relationship felt like before you went back home to a monster.

I ate this. 🫢

Monster? What monster???? Joker? He’s the sweetest best boy! 😭

His Lighthouse Re-Read Thread

Hey hi my loves!!! I've read my own story 14 million times but I never did an official reread thread so thank @jaysmentalspace for what's about to happen! 🖤✨

This will be an interactive thread. Yes, you can join in with your own comments, reblogs, whatever! I will start from chapter one and I guess, review/commentate my own story! I hope you enjoy the ride. There's gonna be fun facts, behind the scenes commentary, who knows. 🤷🏾‍♀️

His Lighthouse masterlist let's get started.

[violetf0x]

uh. so I’ve fallen down a new rabbit hole recently

[ganondoodle]

riot making arcane the main canon is honestly the stupidest and most unnecessary move, its taken alot of enjoyment from the show for me bc now instead of seeing it as a really well made fanfiction that i can just sit back and enjoy the reinterpretations of without worry i keep thinking how whatever they do is gonna fuck with canon and how much is retconned bc of it

they didnt even finish the other, waht 10 year old now?, retcon and now they are doing it again?? what for?? literally nothing is gained from forcing it all into arcanes interpretation- even if they want to bring more characters the show made up into the game you can do that without having to make the show the center of everything; i might have stopped playign the game but i still care about some of the characters and stories, the lore and worldbuilding is what i enjoyed most of any league stuff, all of which is now on thin ice (granted, it has been since they started to fire their writers, but now even the work they did might not even stay), it hurts to see things you loved being thrown into the garbage for no reason, whatever time i spent thinking and caring about it essentially wasted, deemed that what i cared about didnt matter at all (hhhh similarly so with totk, what is it with these things happening to the few things i ever liked ......)

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[tenok]

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[dideki]

im also increasingly sure that im autistic but we'll never ever confirm that </3

[statementlou]

Hello, do you think is possible that we will get a FITF live album? Louis and the band sound so good on tour.

they doooo! I love Steve's arrangements and additions to the songs so much! Honestly I have no idea; on the one hand it seems like Louis might be more focused on moving towards new stuff, like we are still in FITF mode but by the time it came out he had had it forever and now he's well into LT3 and probably feeling more excited about those new songs and sounds; on the other hand he is very good at working the industry stuff and all the angles and it's basically free money, right? He has said FITF was a further step towards the sound he wants most rather than the finish line, so it's possible that as happened with Walls as he works more on the new one he is getting less enthused about sharing the old stuff; but I think adding Steve's arrangements and just moving away from some of the songs seems to have lessened that this time around, so maybe that isn't a factor. Here's the thing though: the only way it would happen or make sense I think would be if it was recorded pretty recently, like one of the UK shows; the show was still being tweaked and gelled and cooking until then. But if they wanted to make vinyl (and surely they would? fancy double vinyl of live albums is SUCH a thing), that is very very long process of waiting around these days. First you have to get lacquers made (this is the physical thing that the recording is cut into that all the records are duplicates of- if you want quality it has to be more or less handmade by an artisan) but one of the two places left in the world that made those burnt to the ground in 2020 so there's a super long wait time on that. Then it just has to get made; but there are basically ten large scale factories left (again, in the WORLD) that press records so that also has a very long wait time... so it would take forever and the thing is I think we're getting LT3 in the late fall/ early winter (I bet he's using this month to finish it up so it can begin this lengthy process). So I kind of don't think so, like I guess they could do a CD/ cassette/ digital only in late spring and make so much money, and it would be fun, but who knows. Either way, I just hope Louis has Steve do some production work on LT3, I like his sounds and ideas a lot, and that he keeps him around to do his tours forever!

[nancywheeeler]

just saw someone accusing people of content farming. on tumblr.com. girl, farm what? the soil here is bone dry.

[transannabeth]

my fault for asking tumblr for career advice constantly but who else do i even ask