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The Firelight Between Us: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very interesting. So i thought i try my take on his character// Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: What if Seong-jae gets too close to Baekjin's good friend because he finds her interesting. But what no one knows is that no one dares to approach the boss's crush, you.

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, Romance, Action , Angst, Drama, Gang AU

You always told yourself one thing: Don't get involved with the gangs. Your school, Ganghak High School, was not in a good area. The other schools were no better than yours either: ruled by the terror of the gangs, defended with bloody fists, going to extreme lengths if necessary. A friend of your brother was once saved from a fight by a boy named Yeon Sieun.

Ever since he came home with one less tooth and one cheek covered in blood, you had been sure of one thing: these gangs were scum. People who wanted to exercise their power fantasies or who had a psychological problem.

You werent a sensible person, but because you knew exactly how dark and bloody that their world was. Your mother was friends with Tiffany Na, a rich boss of a jewelry company. Your mother was looking for work at the time and Ms. Na was the only one who hired your mother. That's why it was important to your mother that everyone got along well. Above all, it was important to her that you and Baekjin got along well. While was Baekjin, was considered family by your mom, for you, he was also the walking embodiment of danger—sharp-edged, unreadable, with a temper as quick as his fists. You loved him in that complicated way people love a reckless sibling, but you'd learned how to keep your distance.

You had known each other since you were children, but you had made one important rule. No involvement in his gang stuff. Never!

Which made your growing crush on Geum Seong-jae particularly inconvenient. You kind of liked him. How his arrogant nature allowed him to believe he could do anything, like he owned the world. His unshakable self-confidence. His good, bad boy look. And certainly also the fascination with evil that emanated from him.

With the connection to Baeckjin, however, that was a recipe for disaster. Which is why you decided you'd just forget about it. Soon everything would be normal again. One last nice school year, well as nice as it was possible at your school.

For you Seong-jae wasn’t like Baekjin—at least not on the surface. Seong-jae was chaos incarnate, sure, but there was a warmth to him. That crooked grin, the way he’d swagger through a storm like it was a dance floor, how he fought with a fire that looked more like art than violence. You noticed him too often. In the same alleyways. At the wrong parties. Across crowded streets where sirens howled.

But he never noticed you. To him you were probably just nobody. A classmate, a person to fill this human hell with extras. Same today, you sat in the classroom and waited with your friends for the last lesson to start. You had stopped listening to your friends whispering, totally lost in your own world of thoughts. Your gaze wandered around the room, past the window, the dead plant next to the window handle and in the distance the boys' sports class.

The teacher was completely overwhelmed when it came to taming the chaos troops. Not to mention that most of the boys were in one of the local gangs and were therefore very strong for their age. it was just before a fight. And there he was, in his maroon shorts and white shirt, cigarette on his lips: Seong-jae. His hair fell effortlessly over his face, uninterested in the fight. You knew that he only wanted to fight "real" opponents, people on his level. This was nothing more than a joke to him. And with that bored expression and casual body language, he's never looked better.

The bell for class woke you up to your thoughts, class was starting. As always, you did your best. It was part of the path to achieving your dreams. Good grades meant a scholarship, an therefor was a ticket to be accepted at a good sports academy. For a girl you were strong but above all fast. A true track athlete. It was getting late again at training and you had just stuffed your shoes in your bag trying to catch the last bus. But it ran away from you. shit! You just regretted not changing. It was warm, but the cycling shorts with the sports bra and the zip jacket from school weren't a particularly good outfit. In this area you could also be mistaken for a prostitute.

So you were walking home —hood up, headphones in, heart set on a cup of ramen and solitude—when you saw it. Seven guys, iron rods in hand, circling someone like vultures. Like the boy in the middle was prey. You didn't actually want to get involved, but the narrow light from the street lights made the edges of a pair of glasses flash. Seong-jae? Was that Seong-jae?

You had stopped, hiding behind a garbage can in the dark. He could fight, very well in fact. Not to say he enjoyed it. But even he couldn't do these guys alone. Did he have reinforcements?

At first, you wanted to turn and walk away. Rules were rules. Stay out of it. But then one of them swung—blunt and brutal—and Seong-jae faltered, blood trailing from his lip.

Your body moved before your brain could stop it. Revealing yourself from behind the trash bins. You grabbed a trash can lid and threw it like some deranged Captain America. It smacked one of the guys clean in the back of the head. “HEY!” you shouted. “Your mom know you fight like cowards?”

All of them turned. Seong-jae blinked at you like you were a hallucination. He knew you, you were the girl who always looked at him, when he had gym lessons. The first time he noticed it was because your voice came to him from above the classroom. You had music lessons. Your voice sounded like that of a goddess, sweet, tender and yet full of pride and strength. After that, he became more and more bothered. And then there was that one Friday afternoon. Nobody wanted to spend any longer in the musty rooms of the school; there was a rush everywhere to get out of the building. In all the chaos, there was you, your elbow resting on the window ledge, your long hair draping your pretty face perfectly. The wind made it dance softly and the cherry blossoms made the scenery look like a romance manga.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

“Saving your impulsive stupid gang ass,” you muttered, picking up a metal pipe from the ground.

He grinned then—bloody, amused, a little amazed. “Okay crazy princess, I like it.”

You didn’t have time to answer before the fight resumed. You weren’t a fighter, but desperation made you resourceful. A kick here, a smack there, some well-placed distractions. Somehow you and Seong-jae moved like they’d fought together for years—his punches flowed into you smart distractions, a seamless, messy ballet of survival. When you ducked a swing and he caught the attacker’s arm mid-air, your eyes met for a split second, breathless, wild, and grinning. You somehow enjoyed the feeling, this madness gave you. You felt powerful.

"Left!" she shouted, and without hesitation, Seong-jae spun and took the guy down with a knee to the ribs, trusting you completely. Back-to-back, bruised and bloodied, you two held your ground like twin storms refusing to break. As the final guy ran off, Seong-jae looked at you with laughter in his voice and blood on his lip: “Damn, you sure you’re not in a gang?”

When it was over, the street was littered with groaning bodies, and Seong-jae was looking at you like you’d just rewritten gravity,“You always throw trash lids for fun, or was tonight special?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, breathless. “I’m going to blame adrenaline for everything that just happened.”

He chuckled—loud and bright. “You got a name, adrenaline girl?”

It should perhaps be mentioned here that he already knew your name. He had wanted to know who the cherry blossom girl from the window of class 3-1 was. You didnt know and gave it to him.

“Im Seong-jae,” he said, shaking your hand like it was a pact. “I owe you.” You thought that would be it. One night, one fight. But he had diffrent plants, kept showing up. Once with ramen. Other times with random questions. With that wild spark in his eyes whenever you talked about things like stars and books and music he pretended not to like but secretly did.

You tried to keep it platonic. Tried. But he’d smile, and you’d forget. He’d laugh, and you’d fall a little more. Since he now knew how badass you actually were, he started giving you boxing and fighting lessons, in return you took him to the track to improve his fitness. A perfect symbiosis.

“Ey Y/, you keep dropping your shoulder,” Seong-jae said, stepping behind you to adjust your stance, his hands firm but careful on your arms. “I know,” you muttered, flustered by the sudden touch, as his chest brushed your back—close enough to feel his breath on your neck. “Relax,” he chuckled, voice low, guiding your fist up with his hand over yours, slow and steady like you might break if he moved too fast. “It’s not about strength, it’s timing—wait, here,” he murmured, repositioning your legs, one knee between yours, and you forgot how to breathe. You threw a punch, and he caught it with ease, his fingers curling gently around your wrist. “Better,” he said, eyes lingering on yours longer than they should, smiling cheekily, something electric in the quiet tension between you. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to forget we’re training,” you blurted out, half-teasing, half-desperate to defuse the heat crawling up your spine and certainly surprised of what you just said, cheeks burning red. He smirked, leaning in just enough to make your pulse stutter, “Then maybe we should stop calling it training.”

And thats when Baekjin found out. When he found out his favorite girl, had a favorite boy, and it wasn't him.

As usual, it was late again in the library. The night watchman, who knew you well, had once again asked you sternly but kindly to leave the school grounds. When you noticed that your bag was still in the classroom, he offered to open it again for you. So you walked through the hallway on the way to the school gate. He cornered you in said hallway this night, eyes dark and jaw tight. “You’re hanging out with him now?,” Baekjin asked coldly. You crossed your arms, not liking the tone of his voice. “What? I don't know why that concerns you...aside from that he’s not like you,” you tried to say as calmly as possible. “That’s exactly the problem,” Baekjin snapped. “He’s not like me. He’s reckless. He’s stupid. And he’s in deeper shit than you know.”

“You think I don’t know how deep this gang bullshit goes?” you hissed. “I’ve lived in the shadow of your messes my whole life. The bloody evenings in which my mother treats all sorts of wounds and says nothing to your mother. I chose to stay away. I dont want to be a part of your world. But I couldnt stay silent when—”

“When what?” His voice dropped, sharp and angry. “Until he smiled at you?”

There was something strange in his voice. Almost... hurt. He had always protected you with all his means. You always thought it was because of your rule, never ever get involved. But now….it clicked. “Hey Baekjin, what is your fucking problem...you like me or something,” you snapped at him.

Baekjin’s silence was the loudest confirmation. “I never said anything,” he muttered. “Because I knew you'd never—”

You stepped back. “You're right.” Baekjin looked at you angrily in hurt.

Seong-jae found you later that evening, pacing on the rooftop of a nearby building, wind howling around you both. He didn’t say anything at first. Just offered you a drink and sat beside you.

“You okay?,” he asked while opening the can. “No,” you said looking to the ground. He looked over, worried. “Was it something I—”

“No,...No you didnt do anything” you said, meeting his eyes. “It’s just... I knew this would be...messy. And now it certainly is.”

He reached out slowly, fingers brushing yours. “I dont know why its messy, but if it is, let it be messy.”

You stared.

“I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time,” he said. “I fight too much. I don’t think enough. I’m not safe. But with you... I want to be.”

Your heart clenched.

“So,” he said, voice soft, “let it be dangerous. Let it be chaotic. Just don’t walk away yet. I will protect you, you know?”

And somehow, despite the warning bells in your head, you nodded. Because falling for Geum Seong-jae wasn’t safe., it probably never be. But it was so real. And in a world full of lies, blood and broken loyalties, real mattered the most.

Weeks full of beautiful moments passed, your love for Seong-jae grew stronger and so did his. He would do anything to protect you from his world. He loved lounging around on the field and watching you train. You were incredible to him.

Baekjin didn’t come with a warning. Just fists. It happened in the back alley of a closed noodle shop, right as Seong-jae was lighting a cigarette, thinking about your cute victory smile from the tournament, this afternoon.

“You couldn’t just stay away, huh? I told everyone, keep your hands off Y/n!” Baekjin’s voice was low and bitter, already angry, already pacing like a predator. Seong-jae turned, casually, like he didn’t feel the danger creeping in behind the syllables. “Didn’t realize I needed your permission to fall for someone.”

That was the last sentence before the fight broke out. Baekjin wasn’t sloppy. He hit like a ghost—fast, calculated, and personal. Seong-jae fought back, of course. He was scrappy and stubborn and too proud to back down, but Baekjin fought like a man with something to lose. Something to prove. By the end of it, Seong-jae was on the ground, bleeding from his lip, knuckles split, ribs aching like hell. And Baekjin? Gone. Leaving behind the message in bruises.

You found him by chance—half-stumbling, half-leaning against a telephone pole two blocks from your dorm. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Seong-jae?!,” you cried out loud at the sight. He looked up, eyes hazy but still managing that crooked, stupidly charming grin. “Hey, crazy Angel. You should see the other guy.”

“Ugh you idiot,” you whispered, rushing to his side. Your dorm room was small, but it felt like sanctuary as you sat him down and grabbed a first-aid kit with trembling hands. That you had never needed it as much as you did with him. Ever since you two knew each other, you always had it in your school bag or purse.

“What....what happened, Jae?” you asked, dabbing gently at the blood on his lip. Dried and stubborn to remove. He winced but didn’t pull away. “You know...jealousy’s a hell of a drug.”

You paused. “Oh...Baekjin. I am so sorry Jae...”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. When you reached for the hem of his shirt to check the bruising along his side, he raised an eyebrow. “You dont need to be sorry for loving me, angle....but you should be sorry for undressing me...already?”

“Shut...shut up,” you snapped, cheeks burning with heat. But your voice softened when you saw the angry red across his ribs. “God, Seong-jae…”

He let you touch him—your fingers tracing along bruises, your breath catching at the intimacy of it, ever so soft. And then, the moment shifted. Tilted. Your hand lingered too long. His gaze dropped to your lips.

“You should’ve stayed away,” you whispered. “Couldn’t,” he murmured. “You’re the only thing that makes this madness worth it. Understands the crazy light in my eyes.”

Then he kissed you. Not soft. Not slow. It was heat and want and aching relief. Like he waited his lifetime to do so. Your hands slid into his messy hair, his over your waist, pulling you into his lap as if he couldn’t get close enough. He groaned against your lips when your hips shifted, giving traction to his lower parts, mouths moving hungrily, desperately, like the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

You didn’t stop when your hands moved over his bare skin. You didn’t think about Baekjin, or the gangs, or the mess. Just the way Seong-jae’s breath stuttered under your touch. He pulled back just enough to look at you, forehead pressed to yours, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.You didn’t.

The kiss deepened like a storm building in silence, and your hands were in his hair, pulling, needing, as Seong-jae held you like he was scared you'd disappear. His shirt layed forgotten on the floor, and your fingers explored the heat of his skin—marked, bruised, but alive. You felt every shiver under your touch, every sharp inhale as he let his walls fall just for you. He kissed you like he needed to remember what it was to feel something that wasn't pain.

"You're sure?" he whispered against your neck, voice low, hoarse, reverent. You nodded, forehead to his, breath trembling. “Only if it’s with you.”

That was all he needed. He carried you gently—arms around you like you were sacred—and laid you down like the world outside didn’t matter. The streetlights cast silver slashes through the window, catching on your skin as he undressed you slowly, like a secret being unwrapped one breath at a time.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless. It was chaos and care, lips and whispers, bruised hands worshipping soft skin. Seong-jae touched you like he was memorizing you—each kiss on your collarbone, your shoulder, your spine, etched into you like fire and silk. He whispered your name between gasps and promises, over and over like it meant something more than it ever had before.

And you returned it—touched him like he wasn’t broken, like he wasn’t bruised, like he was yours. That night, you didn’t just fall together.

You loved each other. Through the quiet moans, the tangled sheets, the lingering kisses between breaths, and the warmth that settled after—you found something more powerful than the danger outside. You found each other. And by the time dawn bled through the curtains, you were still tangled in him—his arm over your waist, his heartbeat slow under your palm, his lips brushing your shoulder as he murmured, half-asleep, “I’ve never had anything good… until you. Its just like a firelight is between us, pulling us towards each other.”

In the chaos of the world, he was fire. But with you? He was home.

[vettelsvee]

DON'T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS | Carlos Sainz

⋆ PAIRING: Carlos Sainz x Girlfriend!Reader ⋆ SUMMARY: Carlos is giving his everything to try being the best after his life changed by entering Williams, even that means his health might be at risk... and even when you try your best to support him every way possible ⋆ WORD COUNT: 929 ⋆ WARNINGS: Mental health issues, a bit angsty ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: Williams!Carlos fic to celebrate I got the Williams Meet & Greet with Carlos and Alex tomorrow and I'm nervous af. Hope you like this one even it's short and remember that if you liked it you can comment and reblog, and even make requests, since I'd appreciate it a lot! Thank you so much for reading! <3 Also we’re close to 2k followers so give me ideas for a fic event pls 🙏🏻 ↳ TALK TO ME/MAKE YOUR REQUESTS! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST

Carlos woke up that Wednesday morning around six o'clock, excited to start his training even before having breakfast.

The next Grand Prix, in Imola, was the next one in the 2025 season, his newest one with Williams. After Ferrari decided it was the best to replace him with Lewis, he was lost; however, in the upcoming months after that abrupt decision, and especially after signing with his newest team, he really believed welcoming new beginnings was meant to be.

Now, after a few months into the season, doubt and overthinking were surrounding his head all the time.

The truth was, although he found it hard to admit, the past few days had been tough on him. He didn’t take care of himself like he should. He decided to train excessively, even more than what his coaches and specialists advised him to, leading to his body starting to feel the backlash: the muscle pain he was experiencing was immense, and his body was way more tired than usual.

However, that didn't make him stop. The comparisons on the internet with his newest teammate, Alex Albon, were killing him even he tried to stay as calm as possible. Carlos knew he still had to adapt to the team; that he was, actually, adapting to the team, but some comments from people that didn’t know the truth behind it all were that gross that all the Spanish could think about was not being good enough for Formula 1.

That, maybe, it was his time to say goodbye to the sport that not only gave him life, but also he gave his life for.

When he arrived at the gym, he found you, already training to be able to go to work in the upcoming hours.

"Hey, what's wrong?" 

You quickly approached him as soon as you saw him, gently touching his arm. You didn't like the tension you noticed on Carlos’ face, but at the same time, you didn't want to intrude on his thoughts because you knew how close, shy and, moreover, ashamed, he was with everything involving sharing his deepest worries.

"I'm fine," Carlos replied curtly, although you already know it wasn't true.

You knew something was wrong no matter how much the driver insisted otherwise, so that's why, without thinking about it too much, you took a step forward and decided it was best to address the problem (or at least, try to) once and for all, with your boyfriend:

"Listen, babe…" 

You began speaking softly, while trying to approach him the best way possible so that he didn’t treat you like he was used to every time he couldn’t face his problems in conversations with others.

"I think you're training too much, and it's affecting you, physically and mentally. I hope you realize that what you're doing is not going to help you achieve better results, no matter how much you insist otherwise," you continued. “You’re more than worth, and just keeping yourself busy trying to be the best, when you might not be able to…”

"You don't understand," Carlos interrupted you with frustration. "I need to train harder if I want to win."

You sighed, understanding him but, at the same time, getting more worried at his stubbornness.

"I'm aware of how much you want to do well for Williams, really, but you can't continue punishing yourself like this. You need to take a break and listen to what your body is telling you," you said gently.

Carlos felt a bit resentful, but he knew, deep down, you were more than right. Still, he couldn't help but feel bad about himself once again because, since the beginning of the new season, and even in the past one, he had been compared to his teammates.

He didn’t want to be compared with Charles or Alex. 

He just wanted people to talk about him, for the worse or for the better.

"Maybe you're right," he finally admitted. "But I feel like what I've been doing isn't enough to be on the same line with the rest of the grid."

You approached him and, delicately, placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You can't compare yourself to others, love. You are you, Carlos Sainz, and you have your own strengths and weaknesses. So, please… try your best to just ignore the journalists, okay? You know how they are and how much they like drama…"

Carlos pondered over your words and realized that his girlfriend was right: if he continued punishing his body like that, the consequences would be more severe than they were at that moment. And he didn’t want to miss another race like he did last season when he had appendicitis.

"Thank you for telling me what I don't want to hear," Carlos said, embracing you. "As much as you love me, if you didn't manage to make me see reason, to talk to me... I don't want to know what would have happened to my head more than my body, really. I should take a break, maybe creating a new training routine, but I should discuss it with..."

You smiled, listening carefully to your boyfriend as he talked about his plans to try to silence that impostor syndrome that was eating him alive, even admitting that he might seek even more psychological help than the one he already had to manage himself better.

"I'm here to support you in everything, Carlitos," you finally answer, a huge smile on your face. "You don't have to thank me for caring about you… for making you see how much you’re worth."

[kaliforniahigh]

Hello! I come with angst ideas for Ex Husband!Noah.

So.

For context they’re still married at this point.

Ezra’s school is putting on a show (like an end of the school year or a Christmas show?) and he’s like SUUUPER excited about it.

He’s been practicing his lines every day. He only has a small part but he doesn’t care.

Noah promises he’s going to be there but he’s not home yet when it’s time to leave to head to the school to watch it.

You take your seat and there’s an empty one beside you.

The show starts and Noah still isn’t there.

You can’t help but notice the devastation in Ezra’s face that’s mixed with hope as he watches the door at the back just in case he comes in.

You confront Noah when you’re home.

LOVE YOU! And love this au!

Wow, you really came through with this angst!!! I love this so much. I feel like even though Noah is a great dad, sometimes, parents just slip and end up doing not nice things. I'd say this is definitely something that haunts Noah to this day. Especially because he's had to miss more school plays and events due to his job.

Anyway, here's a little something about how this went down when they were still married. Thanks agains for sending this in <3 Love ya!!!!

Warnings: me not knowing how school plays work lol angst, exwife is a little angry, but things end as well as they can.

WC: 2.5k words. (not proofread, so sorry for any mistakes!)

Exhusband!Noah and Exwife!Reader masterlist.

You were honestly grateful Ezra's school play was happening today. Even though you loved how excited and happy he was about it, getting to hear a play by play on how theater practice is going kind of took a toll on you. You'd never tell him this, though, so you'd just let the kid ramble on for hours on end.

"And that's because he's the tree. Which is unmovable and has no lines. Imagine if he gets a main role one day", Noah pointed out once, as you were laying in bed at the end of the day.

"At least he's dedicated. Main role or not", you said. "I bet he's gonna be the best unmovable tree, though"

"Of course he is. He's my son and we don't do things half assed", you snorted at this because it's absolutely true. Noah went above and beyond even for things with little significance at the and of the day, and you expected your son to be no different.

Right now, you were getting ready to attend the school play. You had dropped off Ezra early at school, so him, the other kids, and the teachers could get everything ready on time, and make sure all the kids were set.

You had agreed with Noah to meet him there, since he had band practice and it would run a little bit late and he wouldn't have time to come home and get ready with you.

It was nearing 6pm and you texted him saying you'd leave in about twenty minutes, and you'd save him a seat beside you for when he arrived.

When you got no answer, you thought it was odd, but didn't dwell on it too much. He must be busy at the moment and couldn't check his phone.

You grabbed your stuff and headed out, texting him on the way to the school once again.

Still no answer.

You waited until you were parked at the school parking lot to call him, instead of texting, but it just went straight to voicemail. You decided to leave him a message.

"Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm already here. Are you on your way? Text me when you can"

Hanging up the phone, you had a strange feeling pooling in your belly, but you pushed it aside. He was gonna be here. He had to be here. Ezra was talking about this school play for weeks, there's no way Noah wouldn't be here for it.

Locking your car, you made your way to the school theater. Finding a place towards the front, you sat down and placed your bag on the seat beside you.

The play would start in about forty minutes, and during that time, you guess you've called Noah more than ten times. At this point, you were getting agitated, a nervousness settled deep in your stomach, and you started to get antsy.

When the lights dimmed, and the music started to play, it dawned on you. Noah wasn't coming.

Trying one more time, and still without success, you decided you wouldn't call him again.

Your mind went a hundred miles a minute, thinking about all of the things that could've happened that would prevent Noah from being here. You even though about the worst case scenarios, but brushed it off as soon as it came to your mind. Bad new traveled fast, and if something had happened to him, you'd surely know by now.

Ezra came into play, his little face poking through a hole in the tree costume, and you smiled when he spotted you in the crowd. You could see his face turn into a frown though, when he noticed his father was not sitting beside you. You just waved at him, trying to act nonchalant.

Throughout the play, you'd be lying to say you were paying attention. You didn't know if you felt anger, concern or disappointment. You guess it was a mixture of all three.

About thirty minutes into the play, you turned your phone brightness all the way down, so people wouldn't notice you on your phone, and decided to text Ruffilo.

You: Hey, Nick. You know where Noah is?

You waited a few minutes for his replay. Heart beating fast.

Ruff: Hey, Y/N.

Ruff: Yeah, we're hanging at Matt's place. I think Noah's phone is dead, though.

Ruff: You wanna talk to him?

You stared at the text messages in complete disbelief. He was hanging at Matt's place? Hanging with his buddies instead of being here for his son?

You'd love to know what excuse he'd come up with.

You: Not really. Just let him know he's missing his son's school play.

You locked your phone, and you could tell the play was about to wrap up, as the main characters delivered the last lines, and in a couple of minutes, everyone was standing up and clapping, as the kids bowed on stage.

You felt your phone vibrate and looked at the screen.

Ruff: Shit.

Shit indeed, you thought to yourself, as you sat down once again to wait for Ezra to come and find you. He just had to take his costume off and change back into his clothes.

It didn't take long before he appeared on the side of the stage, one of the teachers holding his hand as he looked for you. Standing up, you waved, and he came walking towards you as soon as he spot you.

He came walking. Not running, as you expected.

"Where's daddy?", he asked you, as you crouched down to his level. He had a deep frown on his face.

"Hi, baby", you greeted him, smoothing his hair that was growing to be long like his father's. "Daddy got sick, sweetheart. He couldn't be here. I'm sorry"

You hated lying to Ezra, and you didn't do it often at all, if ever. But, this time, you guess it would be better to not tell him the truth, instead of saying his father completely forgot about his school play.

"What does daddy have?", Ezra asked.

"I think it's just a stomach bug, buddy. He'll be fine soon, don't worry", you reassured him, but his demeanor didn't change, or get better.

"Can we go home? I'm tired", he said, reaching his arms up for you, and you picked him up. You couldn't help but notice he was getting too big for you to carry him, and you'd soon had to stop.

"Of course we can", you said, threading your fingers through his hair, as he laid his head down on your shoulder.

You wanted to cry. You hated seeing your son sad.

Walking with him to the parking lot, a bunch of parents were walking to their own cars with their kids, and you greeted some of them on the way, recognizing them as parents from Ezra's class.

Strapping him in his booster seat, you got in the driver's seat yourself and started the drive home.

Observing him through the inside rearview mirror, you noticed that halfway home, Ezra dozed off and took a nap.

There's no way he'd eat something, or take a bath, before going to bed today.

Arriving home, you took him in your arms once again, struggling with the key to the door a little, but finally able to get it open. You walked with him to his bedroom, setting him on his bed, where he sat, rubbing his eyes and looking extra sleepy.

"You wanna eat something?", you asked, and he shook his head no. "A warm bath?", he shook his head no once again. "Ok, then, I know you're tired, so tonight, you can go straight to bed"

Walking towards his dresser, you opened the pajama drawer.

"You want the dinosaur, or the robots pajama?"

"Dinosaur"

You nodded and grabbed the dinosaur pajama and helped him into them, and in no time, he was snuggled under the blanket. You waited a few minutes, until his breaths evened out and you were sure he had fallen asleep.

While you waited, you heard the front door open, so you got up from your spot on the bed, closed the door behind you, and made your way to the living room.

You stopped in your tracks when you spotted Noah locking the door behind him. Turning around to face you, you swear you've never seen a guiltier face in you entire life.

"Y/N...", he started, but you cut him off. Much to his dismay, you had a lot of time to simmer in your anger on the drive back home.

"I honestly don't even wanna look at you right now. Let alone hear whatever stupid excuse you're gonna come up with", you told him, coldness and a tinge of anger seeping into your voice. He can tell you're holding back on him.

"I don't have an excuse", he said, looking down, and when he looked back at you, you could see his watery eyes reflecting in the lights coming from outside the window.

"I don't know if that's better or worse", you pointed out.

"I just", he said, taking a long breath. "I just forgot. I don't know what happened, but I just forgot"

You don't know if you should feel any better about his honesty and the fact that he didn't try to come up with a false reason for not being there.

"You forgot about the play he's been telling us about for the past, I don't know, month?", you question him, incredulous.

"I just forgot, ok? I don't know what else to say", he told you, visibly getting frustrated at the situation and at himself.

"You don't get to be fucking angry and pissy here, alright?", you say, trying not to raise your voice, pointing a finger at him. "You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day so you can explain yourself"

You don't give him a chance to reply, as you start to make your way to the kitchen to grab your nightly glass of water. You can hear him trailing behind you, though.

"I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to forget about it", his voice was meek and a little shaky.

"It's not me you should be apologizing for. It's your son", you grab your glass of water and start to make your way to your shared bedroom, when you stop in your tracks and turn back to him. "I told him you were sick. So, when he asks, just go with the story"

This time, you disappear down the hallway to your bedroom.

You go through you nighttime routine and Noah doesn't come in the bathroom, or in the bedroom. He knows to give you some space and time when you're angry. Especially when you're angry at him.

You turn off the lamp and slip under the blankets, but sleep doesn't find you so easily. Instead, you toss and turn in bed, and, as you lay there, you slowly start to feel the anger slipping away from your bones.

Tomorrow is gonna be a new day, and you couldn't hold this over his head forever, anyway.

After ten more minutes, the door opens and Noah comes into the bedroom. He quietly does his thing in the bathroom, and changes into his sleep clothes. He doesn't say anything, even though he can tell you're awake.

It's when he lays down in bed with you, that it all comes crashing down.

It starts off with quiet sniffles, that soon turn into full body sobs, as he tries to even out his breath and wipe the tears from his eyes.

You come out of mom mode, and instead, you decide to be the partner he needs right now.

Turning on your side, you wrap your arms around him, and he rests his head on your shoulder, his cries not letting up.

"I'm such a shitty father. How can I fucking forget my son's school play?"

"You're not a shitty father. What happened today wasn't nice, but it doesn't define you as a father", you tell him, honestly, but you can tell it's gonna take more for him to understand that.

"Yes, I am. I try so hard to not fuck up but it happens anyways. Maybe it runs in the family, and you're probably wondering why you even had a kid with me in the first place"

This time, you sit up in bed, and you prompt him to sit up with you. Taking his head in your hands, you make him look you in the eye. His tear-stained face looks back at you, as fresh tears still slip down his cheeks.

"That's something I won't tolerate", you tell him, with a firm, but gentle tone. You needed him to understand this. "I never thought twice about having a baby with you, and I wouldn't think twice about having another one", you said, taking a few seconds for him to comprehend your words. "Again, this does not define you as a father, and, honestly? This is not the only shitty thing that'll happen. We have Ezra's whole life ahead of us, and we're bound to mess up from time to time. But what matters is that we're trying. And we're doing damn well so far"

He's calmed down by now, as he listens to what you're saying. You've always had the ability to ease his nerves, even in situations like this.

"Ezra is so loved by both of us, this was just a little bump on the road, ok?", you asked and he nodded.

"Thank you", he said, voice low and throat raspy from the force of his cries.

"You don't have to thank me. You know I love you forever, right? And we're doing this together"

"I love you so much", he intertwined his hands with yours and kissed the back of your hand. "Can Ezra sleep with us tonight?", he asks and you nod in agreement.

"Go get him. He'll love to see you"

As Noah left the bedroom to get Ezra, you thought over the events of today.

You knew what happened was far from ideal, but like you told Noah, it does not reflect who he is as a father. Besides, shit is bound to happen, and you're sure you're going to mess up as well sometime in the future. It was all about how you decided to handle it. And you handled it like you and Noah always did. Together.

A few minutes later, Noah comes back with a drowsy, but happy looking Ezra in his arms. And, as they both lay down, with the little on in the middle, Ezra turns to you and whispers.

"Daddy's not feeling so great tonight, mommy. So I'll cuddle him with him instead of you, ok?", he asks, and you get a little amused.

"That's fine, baby", you agree, heart swelling with pride at how considerate and kind your son is.

And that's how you fall asleep. Ezra tucked under Noah's arm that is stretched under his son's head, caressing your hair softly, a silent apology, as you look at him, giving a smile and a little nod, telling him you're accepting it.

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[sunday-bug]

Happy Accident epilogue

Pairing: Congressman Bucky x pregnant!girlfriend reader

These can be read as oneshots, but if you want to read in order, check out below ⬇️

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Epilogue

Word count: 1.6k

Content: fluff & sweetness, brief mention of the death of a parent, breastfeeding

Synopsis: Sam, Sarah, the boys, and your dad come celebrate Thanksgiving with you & Bucky and get to meet the baby.

This is the last part of my first completed little series. I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I want to credit the idea for this epilogue to @foreverchangingmind - thank you for the inspiration <3

Fortunately, you’d planned to celebrate Thanksgiving on the Sunday following the actual holiday, so you had a few blissful days at home with just Bucky and your newborn. Your little bubble. You both decided to not even announce the birth and surprise everyone when they arrived. Bucky had been slaving away in the kitchen, letting you rest on the couch with the little one. 

Thankfully everyone was bringing a side dish, but Bucky was in charge of the turkey. The house smelled incredible - sage, pumpkin, just warm and cozy overall. Baby James was snoozing away on your chest, scrunched into a little ball of sweetness. 

Bucky walked in with a forkful of stuffing, “Open!” You gladly taste test his work. “It’s perfect, babe,” you assure him. He sits down next to you and kisses James’s head softly. 

“Hopefully he’ll wake up by the time everyone gets here,” he says, rubbing his little back. The baby makes a quiet noise and nuzzles further into your chest.

“If not, I’ll wake him up to see if he’s hungry. I want to make sure everyone gets to see him,” you say with a soft smile. “Thanks, baby, for cooking and just everything. This is perfect.” 

Bucky kisses your head and walks back to the kitchen, whistling an old tune. “You’re welcome. I like cookin’, anyway, doll.” You hear him shuffling around in the kitchen, the sound of water boiling, and the hiss of something going in a hot pan. “Do you need any water or anything, love? I know everyone else will be drinking wine,” he says with a shrug, walking back around the corner to you. You nod and smile again. “It’s okay. I don’t want to pump and dump. Not worth the hassle. I’m going to gorge on mashed potatoes. Those are better than any wine could be anyway, especially when you’re the one cooking them.” Bucky chuckles and the baby startles as the doorbell rings. You both look at each other. You’d managed to keep everything a secret - the birth, anyway - so all of your guests were expecting to see you with a big baby bump and not a tiny bundle in your arms. You were so thrilled.

“Here we go,” Bucky says with an excited grin. He walks to the front door as you stand up from the couch, cradling baby James in your arms. “Sam!” Bucky exclaims, opening his arms wide to give him a hug. “So glad you could make it. Welcome in,” he says, taking a bag out of Sam’s hands. Sam takes his shoes off and hangs his coat up before glancing up at you. He does a double take at the little figure in your arms. 

“Hold up! HOLD UP! Bucky!” He exclaims your name as well before realizing his volume may be a bit much for little ears. “You guys sure can keep a secret. Wow!” Bucky comes over and wraps his arm around your shoulders and beams down at your little one. “He decided to come a touch early, but he’s perfectly healthy and ready to chow down for Thanksgiving.” Sam walks over closer to you and the baby and looks down, smiling. “He’s so small. Wow. How are you feeling?” He directs the last question to you and you smile.

“I’m doing great. Taking everything hour by hour and taking it very slowly. I can’t imagine doing this without Buck.”

Sam puts a hand over your shoulder and squeezes gently. “Congrats you guys. Really. You did good.” He looks at Bucky as he says the last part. 

“You haven’t asked his name yet, buddy,” Bucky says with a soft smile. Sam looks between Bucky, you, and the baby with questioning eyes. “James Samuel Barnes,” you announce with a grin. Sam puts a hand over his heart and swallows. “Wow, I’m honored. Buck, man, that’s incredible. Thank you. And thank you,” he says pointedly at you. You smile and nod. “I know how much you and Bucky have been through together and that you’re basically family so we couldn’t have picked anything else. I’m glad you like it, too.”

The doorbell rings again and Sam answers it while Bucky runs back to check on everything in the kitchen. You lock eyes with your dad as he walks through the door. His eyes immediately spot the bundle you’re holding and tears well up in his eyes. He makes his way to you after a quick hello to Sam and hugs you awkwardly, trying not to squish little Jamie. “My baby with her baby,” your dad says, wiping a tear from his eye. “Look at that hair!”

“Sit down, Pop. You can hold him,” you offer, sitting down on the couch. Your dad looks at you with a worried expression. “Are you sure? He’s so tiny. I don’t want to-”. You cut him off before he can protest further. “Here,” you say, putting Jamie in his arms. “Your grandson wants to meet you.” The little baby’s eyes flutter open as your dad takes him and he coos softly. Your dad swallows again, trying not to cry. “You know, kiddo,” he says,  looking at you, “your mom would be so proud of you. She’s looking down on ya now. I just know it.” You feel a lump form in your own throat and swallow it down. “Thanks, Pop. I wish she was here with us this year.”

“Me, too, kiddo,” he says. “Gosh, you two-” he says as Bucky enters the room again, a dish towel thrown across his shoulder, “you two did good.”

“Sir,” Bucky says, “good to see you. I’m so glad you could make it. She was a trooper, your daughter. I’ve never met anyone quite like her.”

Your dad laughs, “That’s because there isn’t anyone quite like her. She’s the spitting image of her mother. Strong-willed, but soft and kind. That’s the best kind of woman if I do say so myself, but I may be a bit biased.” Your dad and Bucky chuckle and little Jamie cries out softly.

“He’s probably hungry,” you say. “I’m going to excuse myself for a bit to feed him. You guys catch up, okay? Pop, I know Sam was just in Delacroix fishing. I’m sure he has a lot to tell you.” You start walking to the nursery, soothing Jamie as he cries. You change his diaper before settling into the soft, comfortable rocking chair and letting him feed. The doorbell rings as you’re breastfeeding, and you let the boys handle it, just relaxing in the moment with your son, humming softly and closing your eyes.

A couple soft knocks rap on the nursery door before Bucky peers his head in. “Sarah and the boys are here,” he whispers, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him to give you privacy. “They want to see Jamie when you guys come out.” You smile softly. “Of course they can.”

Bucky looks down at where Jamie is connected to you and huffs out a small laugh. “I think the little man is falling asleep at the wheel.” You look down to see the baby’s eyes closing and his tiny hands open and relaxing by his sides. “He appears to have gotten his fill,” you announce, standing up with him slowly. You walk back out to see the table all set with everyone’s contributions to the beautiful Thanksgiving meal. Everyone is sitting down as Bucky walks you out. Sarah stands up and opens her arms. “Let me see that precious boy,” she says softly. You hug her and let her hold him. 

Bucky wraps his arm around you and squeezes, facing you both toward your small gathering  - Sam, Sarah holding Jamie, the boys, and your Pop. You feel another lump in your throat to see all of your favorite people under one roof. Your roof. Bucky clears his throat. “I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving and that I’m so glad we can all be here together. And surprise! Little Jamie just couldn’t wait any longer, but it makes today even more special. However,” he begins, glancing at your dad who gives him the slightest nod, “I think there’s one thing that could make it perfect.” You look around with a quizzical expression at everyone’s smiling faces before looking back to see Bucky kneeling in front of you with a shy, loving smile. Your breath catches as he starts to speak again, taking your left hand in his.

He whispers your name, “I know our journey hasn’t been the most traditional, but that seems to be par for the course for my life. You bring such immense joy and peace to me. I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side everyday. You make me laugh, feel loved and cherished, and I’m so incredibly lucky to have met you. And now we’re embarking on parenthood together with this precious kiddo. He’s perfect, just like his mom. Let’s do this… really do this.” He pulls a ring out of his front shirt pocket and presents it to you and you feel the tears start to roll. “I love you. Marry me. Be my wife. Be mine forever.”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, James. Of course!” You say through a thick throat and teary eyes. He slips the ring onto your finger and stands up, bringing you in for a hug and kissing your forehead gently. You whisper softly for only him, “I love you so much. Thank you.”

“Alright, enough! Let’s eat! It’s Thanksgiving!” Sam says with a huge grin. You both break apart and laugh. You weren’t sure how to fully express how you were feeling right now as you sat between your Pop and your Bucky. Sarah and Sam were across from you, with little Jamie napping happily in Sarah’s knowing arms. The boys were already chowing down on sweet potato pie. 

Bucky nudges you gently and your ring gleams in the light. “How are you feeling, love?”

You look around again, taking it all in, placing your hand over his, “Thankful.”

THE END.

[gazstations]

For the serial killer au: how did they meet? And how on earth did the polycule form?! I am absolutely enthralled with this story!

Ah, great questions!!!

I’m really trying to think out of the box here, hehe.

I like the idea that reader is a published author. She doesn't have a big portfolio, but she has published two crime/mystery books. Simon (because I headcanon he’s an avid reader) stumbles upon them. And gets some *cough* inspiration *cough.*

Who is this little doe that has such creative ways to describe murder?

Showed up at a book signing for your second book. Played the part of awkward and gentle well until he left with your number. I think at this point the lads were already established in their poly relationship. And Simon wants you apart of it—whether friendship or relationship. He doesn’t care.

It’s amazing you didn’t fright when the latest killings that appeared on the news were very similar to your stories, just changed enough to make it seem like merely a coincidence.

You fall for Simon easily. Unsure of why he seems hesitant to just kiss you or do anything.

Simon eventually does reveal he wants to introduce you to 3 important people. You, excited to make more friends, invite them all over for dinner. You like to cook, it’s a perfect excuse to show off the new wine glasses you just got as well.

Oh doe, inviting them into your house was basically an invitation.

I think the other three saw quickly why Simon was smitten with you. The way you talked about your books proudly, how you said you liked being as accurate as possible. You were perfect. You basically provided the ideas, they did the dirty work.

I don’t think they waste time with anything. Quick and tactical wins the race. They all cornered you that night, assuring you it would all be okay and they would take care of you.

They meant it in every way. You don’t ever have to work another day. They also meant they were going to make your legs jelly and brain so fried you were hooked on them forever. They’re very obsessive, don’t know how to be anything other than intense.

You don’t even know how you ended up with four men locked in on your every move. Unfortunately, they don’t have tv out where you live so you can never see the news reports. You only ever share your ideas with them, so you would only wonder why there are killings eerily similar You’re smart, you’ll piece it together one day.

I think meeting Simon to the time of the polycule was a little drawn out, but once they all agreed they liked you, there was nothing stopping them.

Just ask Gaz, once upon a time, he was in your position as well. Preyed on, snagged, and then manipulated to be just like them.

They would never make you kill though. They just need you to keep using that pretty little brain of yours.

I hope that answered everything for you!! Thank you for the ask!

[itseasytoremember]

[[For ease of reading, and so don't annoy everyone with more excessively long posts, I've posted the entirety of the story under the cut]]

Day 2

I feel like I'm going to want to start logging these posts. If for nothing else than a log of Things I Tried that DID NOT work. We will call this day 2 because I started writing this log yesterday. Or not yesterday, but like, last today. Yestertoday. Yestoday. This is dumb. Anyways.

My plan did not go to... Plan.

Let me explain the problem first, and then I'll explain my "plan."

A few loops ago, before I knew it was a loop, I figured I would skip my morning workout in the hopes of getting to work early, because "there was a lot of traffic on First st. these last few days" I hadn't yet realized it was always the SAME traffic.

Anyways I left early and sure enough there was no traffic. I was actually at the red when I saw the guy for the first time, he seemed distracted, he kept looking at his phone and then whipping his head around, clearly he was looking for something and, by the amount of sweat on his forehead, he had been for a while. I only really noticed the guy because every other person I could see was looking at him too. The crossing guard, the kids, their parents, the people at the cafe, everyone was looking at the dude having a really bad day. He wasn't exactly being subtle is what I'm getting at.

All of a sudden he looks across the street and gets this big relieved look, seemed to find whatever it was he was looking around for, and headed toward it. It's just unfortunate that the light had changed while he looked at his phone.

No one had time to react, to even say anything. One second twe were all watching some guy act out the 5 stages of grief at 7:35 am, the next a Ford F-150 turned him into paint.

So, my plan was this; to stop that from happening.

I'll admit it's not the most thorough plan but I figure what it lacks in steps, it makes up for in adaptability.

Today, I made it there just as the man was looking up from his phone, maybe 45 seconds later than the day before, which meant I was still early enough to get out of my car, run into the road and yell "HEY STOP" but decidedly not early enough to then avoid the fucking truck myself. Oh also, the guy still got hit. He ran onto the road, I guess to try to help me, and a BMW took his legs out. The bastard. What was he going to do? Reattach my spine?

Well I'm back in bed at home so I'll take that as suspicions: confirmed re:timeloop.

I'm going to go to work now, after that I'll figure out a plan to get to the intersection earlier.

Day 3: I'm stupid

Why the fuck was I still going to work. Yesterday I TRIED to warn my boss about his paper coffee cup having a bad seam, and when he rolled his eyes and took a sip, thus spilling coffee on himself YET again, he tried to make it MY fault. He said I somehow distracted him? I went back to my office thinking one day I should find a better way to spend my life once I'm out of this loop when it hit me, and man do I feel dumb. 9-5 for the last I don't even know how many actual days. I could have been planning. I could have been doing anything other than finance. So I quit. I mean it won't matter tomorrow but I've decided to stop going in regardless.

I'm going to spend the next few days experimenting. Currently I wake up with my alarm at 6:30, which gives me one hour to put into action my plan, my first goal is to try and extend that time as much as I can.

The morning after my brush with a pickup's grill, my neck and back were achy for about an hour, which leads me to believe that my body remembers something of the last days events, even if after a while they fade. I'm going to first try staying up all night, to see if I can just start the day at midnight, and failing that, I'm going to try the exciting plan of going to bed early and drinking loads of water, because changing my phone's alarm won't do anything as it will reset every morning anyways.

I'll make sure to keep note of anything interesting over the next few loops, but I doubt I'll make much actual progress. Still, this log ensures I remember what happened, every detail, so I can change it. why? Why not spend eternity trying to save a life.

Day 7

Okay staying up doesn't work. The second I pass midnight I pass out, waking up at my usual time, just a little more tired and sluggish than usual. I run the risk of actually sleeping through my alarm and losing precious minutes. Lacey's alarm actually woke me up the first time I tried it.

Chugging water just meant I had to rush to the bathroom when I woke up, but it was still my alarm waking me.

Weirdly, going to bed early was the the thing that did the trick. I didn't have much hope in this working, but Lacey has been going to bed early for the last 20 years of our marriage and she's always up well before her alarm, so I figured it couldn't hurt to try.

Now it's not like I'm gaining hours, but yesterday I went to bed at 9:00 pm and I'm currently writing this at 6:25 am. Is going to bed 2.5 hours early worth it for 5 extra minutes in the morning? Usually I'd say no, but this isn't a usual situation. 5 extra minutes might be the difference I need.

5 minutes does, unfortunately seem to be the max I can get though, two days ago I tried going to bed at 8:30 and all I got for it was a weird look from Lacey. If anything, It took me longer to fall asleep than at 9, and so I ended up actually sleeping in a few minutes before I realized what I was doing.

The guy steps into the path of the truck at exactly 7:35am, meaning I have 1 hour and 10 minutes to stop that from happening every day. That means prep, getting there, and execution of my plan must require a maximum of 70 minutes, including the 34 minutes it take for me to drive there.

Actually I wonder if there is a better route. I'm going to try a few different paths over the next couple loops, and keep note of which one is fastest.

Okay, my alarm just went off, I'm gonna try getting there early and just tackling the guy. Maybe I'm overthinking it and it's just that simple.

Day 8: it was NOT that simple.

So I tried just running up and tackling the guy. Apparently some people don't appreciate being, in bystanders words, "chased by a guy who ran out of his car."

So, when the guy RAN AWAY FROM THE MAN TRYING TO SAVE HIS LIFE, and INTO TRAFFIC, everyone made it seem like it was somehow MY fault, and I spent the rest of the day in a holding cell. I called Lacey to bail me out, but I couldn't reach her at work and they only allowed me one phone call. I suppose I could have sped up the wait by hanging myself in my cell or something dramatic like that but that just doesn't feel right to me.

Maybe if I keep getting arrested, sure, but it wasn't actually all that bad once the processing was done. I did what I imagine you are supposed to do in jail; I thought about what landed me in that position and how to prevent it from happening again. That left me with a few things I'm going to have to consider moving forward if I want to save this guy and also continue on with my life as normal.

Which, is still a time loop, but, again, I'm fine with routine. I'm also finding that I'm perfectly content with this situation now that I've found something interesting to do with my days. "Day". That's still annoying.

Okay here's my list of Things I Considered In Jail:

- I shouldn't resort to anything that can get me arrested, injured (or killed) or otherwise caught up in unnecessary shenanigans.

- If I get caught in a lie, remember what the person said, I can try again next time round. confidence works wonders.

- I should figure out the guys name, what he does, where he is headed etc, you are more likely to look and listen, rather than RUN INTO TRAFFIC, if the guy yelling at you is not yelling but instead calling your name, smiling and waving.

- On that note, be friendly and get there early. I was over thinking my prep and under thinking my follow through. Get up and out of bed, I can speed a little as long as I don't get pulled over, and get there and PARK your car.

Okay writing this out has given me more confidence in my next attempt. I probably won't update this log until I've made some progress.

Day 13

YES! PROGRESS!

First is that the guys name is Ben. The second, and indisputably bigger discovery, is that Ben does something different every day! Different! Meaning not looping! Or not perfectly looping at least. He’s still dying every day, which I’m not crazy about, but he definitely feels like he’s connected to the loop. It’s not anything big, but I’ve noticed he will have his phone in a different pocket from one loop to another, or he will arrive from a different direction. Recently he’s started to have this look of familiarity to me, even though before this he was a complete stranger to me.

I’ve optimised my morning routine and route to the intersection as much as possible, but Ben coming from different directions every loop means I have no way of preemptively stopping him. Just that he shows up on the south east corner looking frantic, checking his phone, he sees something, and walks across the street as the light changes. Honk boom splat and the day resets.

Actually now that I write that down it feels correct to me. I have no idea why I’m looping this one day over and over, maybe I’m not the only one. Maybe this is connected, maybe it isn’t. It doesn’t actually change anything if they are, because I still have no idea what caused this, or is saving Ben will actually do anything at all.

I’m not super proud of how I got his name to be honest. I tried to get Ben’s attention with the, “don’t I know you from somewhere?” line, but he politely excused himself from the conversation right into the path of an oncoming bus.

I was about to just run and call the cycle a bust, but I noticed that, the way the guys jacket fell, I could actually see his wallet in the breast pocket.

So… I pickpocketed a dying guy. TO SAVE HIS LIFE, still didn’t feel great. At least I didn’t get caught and end up in jail again.

Ben Morriston. He has a driver’s license and a student ID. Huh, he’s in med school. Ok doctor Ben. Nice to meet you. How do I keep you alive?

Day 21

I haven't made a log in a while because I haven't really made any progress, that is, until today. made an assumption about this that was absolutely screwing me over, but I figured out what it was and I've fixed the problem;

My mistake was being overly familiar with Ben. My first attempt at calling his name out worked to stop him, but once he asked me how I knew him he immediately sussed out that I didn't actually have an answer to that. That led him to getting really freaked out, he tried to run, he ran onto the street, and a car hit him again.

I realize now that I assumed Ben would be more receptive to someone he knew, which may be true, but I also assumed I had the ability to convince him I am someone he knows, which I don't.

So going forward I'm going to keep lying to an absolute minimum, not only because I'm bad at it, but it's unnecessary. “Hi, you look lost, can I help you?” I should also try to figure out where he's actually headed...

Day 27

Ben is going to the hospital! Not currently, I'll get to that, but that is where he is headed when I encounter him.

Ben is currently very much dead. Turns out traffic is not the only thing I need to worry about.

I had managed to both stop him from wandering into traffic and figure out his desired location, but unfortunately for both of us, we had hardly made half a block when a rogue AC unit fell out a window, filling an area of space previously occupied by poor Ben's head.

The loop before the AC unit, it was a tire that had rolled out of a mechanics shop that took him out. Before that, a falling hammer from a construction site.

The guy has fallen into the sewer because of improperly placed manhole covers, he's tripped on a rolling skateboard and broken his neck, he's been pushed into a pane of glass, and had a pane of glass fall on him. If we are both stuck in a loop he has the much worse deal. I've seen so much blood and death at this point I'm not even reacting anymore. But if I get it right even one time and he lives maybe it'll all be worth it.

Tomorrow I'm going to start wearing an ID badge I got from a conference years ago. The badge is expired but that doesn't matter, what matters is it's on a lanyard from St Joseph's hospital. The same hospital Ben is headed to.

What benefit? No one questions someone 1. With what looks like a hospital ID badge and 2. Calling them by their full legal name.

I'm not fucking around with this any more. Ben is getting in my car and I'll drive him myself to the hospital.

Day 29

Yesterday I got Ben to the hospital. He listened to me, got into the car, and I drove him there without a hitch.

He thanked me repeatedly and ran inside, and I followed him in just to make sure the whole building didn't explode or something.

Turns out Ben needed to get to the hospital because his wife was in labor. He made it just in time. Him, his wife, the baby, everyone was safe and sound.

I was in the waiting room, i didn't want to be in anyone's way but it didn't feel right leaving, so I was just sitting there when Ben ran into the hallway to get me.

Ben thanked me again, he hugged me and told me he was so happy I could be there with him. He looked at me and it was like I had known him his entire life. I told him truthfully that I was so happy I could help get where he was going, and that he should go be with his family. He insisted that he was, and asked if I wanted to meet his son.

It was an odd but beautiful moment, and I'm happy I was allowed to experience it. Afterwards, I went home to Lacey, and we went to bed.

The loop didn't end. I woke up with my alarm to find that everything was back as it was yesterday. That's fine with me. I'm going to go pick Ben up now, and I think after that I'll surprise Lacey with lunch at work. You, the thing they don't tell you about being stuck in a time loop is it's really not all that bad.

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A newspaper obituary:

Joseph Duncan Morriston, Toronto, age 89, died peacefully at St Joseph's hospital, surrounded by his family and friends. Joe was always a kind soul who, after witnessing a catastrophic car accident, left a lucrative career on finance to become an EMT, where he saved countless lives and developed several procedures himself that are now considered best practices in care and ambulance driving.

Joe is survived by his son, Dr. Ben Morriston, and his grandson, Duncan Morrison, who was delivered at St Josephs just two days before Joe's passing.

Joe will interred at St James cemetery beside his wife, Lacey Morriston (1935-2023).

A public celebration of life will be held at the Etobicoke community centre, with anyone whose life was touched by Joe being welcome to come and share a story with the family.

Joe's family has kindly requested that, in lieu of flowers, those inclined may donate to the Alzheimer's Association of Canada.

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UPDATE FOR OBITUARY POSTED YESTERDAY JOSEPH MORRISTON:

DUE TO AN OUTPOURING OF FEEDBACK BY THOSE JOE HAS HELPED, THE CELEBRATION OF LIFE HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE HARBORFRONT CENTRE, WHICH HAS BEEN KINDLY DONATED BY THE CITY, TO ACCOMMODATE THE LARGER CROWD EXPECTED.

The Thing They Don't Tell You About Being Stuck in a Time Loop

The first time round the time loop was honestly fine. Same with the second and the third. Honestly I didn't even realize i was in a time loop until day 7 or 8, and that was because the statistical chances of my boss spilling his coffee on himself, while in and of itself is not low, became exceedingly strained as the days went on.

But if it weren't for that, I probably would have never realised I was looping. Mock me all you like, I enjoy routine, I thrive with it, and so, yes, it may have taken me a little longer to realize my day was looping, but I would also argue that I am much less likely to succumb to some sort of mental break due to this situation. To some, I could imagine being stuck in a loop of one day would get boring, or even horrifying, I am not one of those people. Not only that, I was lucky enough to be stuck in a loop of a day in mid May, with decent weather, in my home city, with the woman I love. If it weren't for the fact that it's a work day, It would be perfect.

That and the man who keeps getting hit by cars.

The first time it happened I didn't notice. I feel terrible saying that but the first few days I was still going through things as though it was a normal day, and normally I take about 60 minutes from wakeup to leaving the house for work, which meant that by the time I would make it to the intersection where it happened, the car had been moved to the side of the road, and all I dealt with was a bit of traffic.

It wasn't until I started testing the parameters of the loop, breaking my routine, that I figured out what even caused the accident, but more on that later. For now, I have a plan to try and save this guy. I don't know why, but I feel like that's important. That he's important.

And I mean, what do I have to lose? Some time?

[deesseshesca]

PAC :What will his friend think of you ?

(SINGLE SINCE BIRTH - ERA ~5 )

No ... because I actually want to crash out !

PILE 1

Page swords (reverse), 5 swords, magician, 2 pentacles 

His friend is going to think of y’all as an old couple. Y’all would be the dad and mom of the group. Don’t be surprised but you will often have a third wheel between y’all. I also get a feeling that this is going to be an union between the dad and the mom of each respective group. Y’all may both be the oldest sibling in y’all respective household since you are unfazed by the people surrounding you constantly. If you need to bicker which you will, it will look like two old heads going at it. Y’all know the Bambi and Druski dynamic that’s exactly y’all. You guys have so many inside jokes. You guys are only this comfortable around each other. Both, you and him have past situationship/relationships … Yet it was the first time for his friend group to see him so comfortable in public. You guys may walk around in matching pjs, which he would never have done on his own not because he found it cringy but because of some kind of social anxiety. Also social anxiety stops him from being his authentic self way too often. So to see him express emotion, be talkative and affectionate with you is actually going to warm the heart of his bros. Little do they know how comfortable he makes you feel 2. To add on that, you are a safe place for his inner child. Not holding him to the high standard which he was born in because of his role as the oldest sibling. Y’all also act like you both can’t stand each other. Bickering and all while cuddling … lol. I see his friend looking around … like : ``Are these guys serious rn?``.You guys are very vulnerable with each other and you both put a lot of effort in this relationship. Your person would never expose y’all problem in the daylight but they are not ashamed to say : `` Damm y’all wish I could stay but little mama is on her period.``, ``Shit we argued yesterday, we are cool but I need to go check on her if everything is good frl frl`` or even `` Sorry for the bad play gang, my lady is mad at me … I am scared she will block me …``.They see the effort on your part 2, coming to his games, making his lunch box, walking around with his fav snack, playing with his hair and hugging him.  They really feel like you are wifey material, which is great because one of your goals in life in all seriousness is to be a MILF . They also know you are here to stay. 

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PILE 2

3 swords, King wands (reverse), Magician (reverse), Knight wands (reverse) 

You and your future person will take a break. No worries there no fuck up. I think this person got really scared of how deep the relationship was going and they respect and love you too much to hurt you. So they just sit you down and express their real feelings and you welcome them with no fight, letting them go. You work on yourself in the meantime. Did a lot of journaling and work on your standard & self concept. One day you will post and they will catch on after spending weeks off socials and they will run back with so much excitement. Not in the way, like : `` Damm nobody can have her but me …`` . Nah this person genuinely enjoys the chase. So they come as an evolved person. Knowing that you may be cuff or you just don't want them but they don't care because it was always supposed to be you. While all this is happening their friends are watching on the side lines. His friend will often remind him of the mistake he made by letting you go. Not in some sneaky way (me:believe me, you would be surprised how many of the friends of my situation were in my DM) but more on some real shit. They saw the happiness, joy and love that was pouring from y’all connection like sweet honey. They will probably help him get you back. Some will literally set up a christmas carol to get you back. Anyways regarding any specific thought… they think you are high maintenance. You are clingy and very sensitive. Like it matters to you the tone that he uses, the words that he uses or even the way he touches or even looks at you. You are quite an emotional woman. Is very easy for you to cry. They also think you are high maintenance, they saw their boy pay for your nails and hair more than once. They know damm well that when y’all become official, he’s going to pay for the trip and your shopping spree because of all that they will never hit on you because in their books, you are too demanding as a gf. 

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PILE 3

8 wands, King wands (reverse), 7 wands, Sun (reverse)  

Most of y’all reading this have a sagittarius rising. Since that came strong I decided to do my little search. Most of y’all may have a sleeper build (quite literally using their slang) or have a plus size/very curvy pear body. You know the body Doja Cat had. When she was way curvier, where she was very heavy down but less up. Also you may have big animated eyes like the character that Tim Burton wrote about. Is almost mystical. Y’all may play a sport, maybe cheer or volley. Some are runners whatever it is you are an athletic babe. Maybe you even play a more masculine sport like baseball or handball. You also have a specific feature in your face aside from your eyes that big, could be your lips or even ears. One last thing … you are a tall gyal. Minimum : 5’7,8 to even 6ft. All this to say is that your looks strike them. They also think you are a cool girl because they saw you do the first move with your future person. You were quite straightforward in what you wanted with them. They also think you are chill because even tho you have not played a boy sport, you are passionate about it so it is easy to build a connection with you. Since you share the same hobbies. You may be sharing the same soul tribe. Meaning there's a high chance that you and this person are friends rn.Y’all are just part of a big friend group which would make you sincere on the ease in which you connect with his friends. Since y’all are all friends ! I think your bff dont want y’all to be together because she knows how much you want a serious relationship and y’all know how much of a womanizer he is. How much he is afraid of commitment. I think you know why because y’all are quite close. Something to do with a father's wound. Unlike the other women, he allows you to see the boys hiding behind the mask but you don't know if he can hold up to a good relationship. Even tho he often voices that he will treat you verrrrrrrrry good. You know he can because the way he treats you is completely different (more gentle and loving) than the way he treats others. Like he treats you even better than the other girls in the group. Is giving everybody can see it  but y’all. Y’all both know  there's a tension and I think (looking at the cards) that you will be the first one making the move.

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[angelno404]

FINALLY MORE CCCC FAN ART LET'S GO🔥🔥🔥🔥

This was originally supposed to just be an anatomy/pose test but I ended up genuinely really liking it soooo since it's been a minute since I last posted some finished chonny Jash fan art I decided I'd let this one see the light of day :3

Side note, sorry my artstyle's a bit different here I've been experimenting and I think I'm gonna do something similar to this for most of my cccc fan art, I'm still gonna be using my various other artstyle flavors but this is the main one I wanna use for cccc/chonny jash art in general since one, I think it fits more, and two, it's generally pretty fun to draw in.

YOU KNOW WHO ELSE IS REALLY FUN TO DRAW???? SOUL. SOUL MORE LIKE StOp being so fun to drawUL!!

Anyways ONE LAST NOTE!! Part of the reason I haven't been posting that much art lately (aside from HORRIBLE art block and burnout) is because I MAY be working on a few animations SO if you want you can be excited for those whenever I finish them in like 10 years

THANK YOU FOR READING ALL THIS IF YOU DID!! HOPE YOU LIKED MY MONOLOGUES AS A LITTLE SIDE DISH TO THE ACTUAL ART<33333

[deniigi]

i just wanted to let you know that i absolutely love your writing. i found your account a couple years ago when i was super into daredevil and read every single daredevil fic you’d written because i am so obsessed with your characterisations of literally everyone. your writing style is so amazing to me, makes me feel like i’m chewing on glass. at this point i’ve read nearly all of your fics and reread a lot of them too and every time i check on your account and see you’ve switched to a new fandom i get so excited bc it’s almost always a fandom i’m into as well. your writing is just really beautiful and special to me so i wanted to let you know that :)

Our tin hats are synched!!!!

This is a gift as a reader, but it is also a gift to an author. Thank you so much for coming with me as I wander. I’m really amazed by how many of you all trust me when I get invested in a new kind of media, like, I think we all know that my characterization of said media is always going to be a little screwy, but I am so happy that we are enjoying the experience together.

I’m searching for crunchy new things right now, tbh.

I’m not done with Star Wars, but I still need a break from it and to finally make myself watch Rogue One. I think I’m just sort of put off by the circular arguments going around in those circles right now.

I really loved Kenobi. I really liked how we got a representation of him that was compelling and fuckin DUSTY. God, I love the amount of dust in Star Wars. But the other shows just aren’t really drawing me in; their vibe feels very…high stakes and not high stakes in the dusty depressed man in the desert kind of way.

I still can’t quite get myself to write Marvel (that anon who asked if I would ever write Team Red again is a worm in my ear, I swear to god. I WILL TRY. I just need to figure out how). I am trying. I saw a trailer for the new Fantastic Four movie and nearly died. Like. I’m sorry, they choose DIN??? DIN-DIN, Pedro-Din? Din Djarin? To be REED???? ‘

Of all people. Of all people.

You know what I would accept it if they literally just replaced Reed with Din, helmet and all, and said Reed got changed in space.

I could work with that. We could have Johnny trying to have an emotional conversation with a space warrior wearing a helmet and jetpack.

But instead we have.

Anyways.

Marvel continues to amaze me.

The Merlin folks are wonderful, too, though I feel like I’m looking for a characterization of those lads that I can’t quite find.

I don’t know if my particular type of humor is suited for this fandom. I keep wanting to imagine a Marvel/Merlin crossover wherein Sam Wilson meets Merlin in a pub and thinks all is fine and lovely until all hell breaks loose in Cardiff, and he thinks he has to Captain America his way through it, only to be shoved aside by the Welsh public who are just like ‘fuck off, we already have one of you.’

I just think it would be cute if Sam Wilson was the biggest King Arthur nerd out there and he meets him and 1) he’s short because he’s a 6th century king with the immunity of a modern 4year old and 2) he speaks terrible English with the craziest accent anyone has ever heard because his first language is Brythonic, his second language is Latin, and his third/fourth languages are Old Norse/English depending on who he was warring with that month and 3) he and Merlin are so codependent they have to text each other to see what color the other one’s drink is so that they can get one of their own to match even though they are across the whole city.

OFMD is a cesspit. I’m sorry, but there’s next to no engagement there and also people are racefaking in the fandom?? Fuckin’ wild, I can only observe them from a comfortable corner. I would love to write more about Izzy being a bug-eyed chihuahua but I’ve sort of lost motivation to carry on in that sandbox.

I will say that @petrichordiam has gotten me reading the Apothecary Diaries as of yesterday and is stuffing letters in my mailbox about little miss poison, so we can see what will come of that.

I’m taking recommendations, though.

Happy to hear what other folks are into right now.

Is it good??? Is it crunchy?? Do you have fandom drama for me? What are the vibes like? Give me a sense of what’s going on over there.

[alexanderlightweight]

omg I'm obsessed with your new Sentinel/Guide AU, currency of fate. (And I love your brain's decision to go 'can't pick. make new instead!' lol)

I would be utterly delighted if I could request another installment of that series, maybe set a decade or so in the future with Magnus seeing Alec for the first time, or vice versa? (Alec feels sneaky enough in this to get into Pandemonium undetected if he wants to.)

Thank you so much as always for writing and sharing - you make my week every time! :) [Writer's choice for sfw/nsfw]

hi laws, ty because I got really excited over the idea of Alec being born online and Magnus' magic haunting the narrative ^_^ look my brain says 'oh a fork in the road? bet! we're jumping off the cliff and rolling down the whole way'.

and thank you for prompting and reading! also another prompt came in for same verse so the part like a year after this is here

I hope you enjoy <3

lumine

Alec really doesn’t know why he’s not allowed to go into certain parts of New York.  Oh there’s no rule or law, but there are unspoken and ever changing lines that the shields around his mind and Jayr react to.

They allow more the older he grows and so Alec knows it has to be something important, for the future. Except it’s the one thing that tempts him, to push the boundaries of where he’s allowed to go by the shields.  They tighten around him protectively — possessively — whenever Alec goes somewhere they don’t like or someone from an Idris pride approaches him.

Most guides train to work with their sentinels by choice, but the assumption here is that Alec’s sentinel will join him. Unbonded sentinels come to see him regularly, mostly women though the prides are stubborn enough that they’ve also sent a few interested men despite the Clave’s protest.

Nothing and no one Alec’s met has ever registered as remotely interested in, let alone comfortable with.  In order to let the magic made shields in his mind go down, Alec will have to want someone else to be that close to his mind instead.  Nothing in him has been convinced by any person thus far, hence his solitary journey as youngest and only solo head to an Institute so far.

There’s only so long he’ll be allowed to stay both HOTI and unbonded but Alec doesn’t feel the urgency of seeking a pairing just yet. Someday the constant parade of sentinels will begin to wear on him more than it does, yet there are other things that keep Alec's attention.

At nineteen the magic doesn’t try quite as hard as usual to stop him and Jayr’s growls aren’t sincere enough to stay his feet and Alec slips through the invisible boundaries. 

His instincts guide him deep into Brooklyn and even to the wardlines of Pandemonium. A club that Alec knows belongs to the local Archon.

Alec shouldn't, he knows that but it doesn’t stop him from slipping inside just deep enough to see the sentinel whose magic guards Alec’s mind.

He’s beautiful.

High Warlock Bane, the Sentinel Archon of a territory so vast that even the Clave was unsure of the boundaries. 

Alec nearly steps out of the shadows and towards him.  There’s an allure to his very presence that Alec wants to bask in.  The thought is enough that the magic of his shields finally reacts and Alec hopes for a moment that Bane will see him, notice him through the crowds and magic and wards and even Alec’s own shields.

Instead something pushes him back into the darkness, a solid nudge from something both heavy yet soft, the scent of fresh snow lingering around him as he finds himself back on the Institute steps.

“Did I just get portaled?” He asks Jayr, because that shouldn’t be possible and yet deep red eyes watch him silently, bold with amusement. There’s no answer in Jayr’s gaze and Alec already knows he’s lost any hope of another chance.

He’ll just have to wait for whatever the wards and Jayr are waiting for, now.

With that in mind Alec reaches out, the boundaries of the world limited only by the abilities of his mind. It felt a little like flying, letting his mind brush out over the streets of New York and Alec stayed apart from them even as he assessed the general state of the City.

While there is little he can actually do, unbonded and alone as he is, it's still better to know what's going on than to wait for a surprise.

With that in mind, Alec steps into his shower and opens the bottle of shampoo that is his favorite. The amber liquid is thick and rich in scent and while Alec knows that it's handmade, he hasn't been able to figure out who makes it or where it's coming from. The wards are at fault, but Alec can't be mad when the scent soothes some of the loneliness he sometimes feels.

-

Cahya: excuse you, why is he even here? we discussed that

Jayr: ... we could let them meet a little early. a year isn't much.

Cahya: ... and you thought pandemonium would be a good idea? Magnus would kill everyone in here first.

Jayr: alec's getting too powerful too quickly, I know we wanted him fully awake and with all of his powers active before they met but it could be years and we can't wait that long.

Cahya: we agreed twenty or with all his powers awake. he's not twenty yet.

Jayr: I still can't believe you just shoved him through your shadow and made a portal out of it.

Cahya: Magnus nearly caught his scent, so be more careful. at this point, we'll be lucky to make it another year -

they're trying to get Alec to twenty because it's healthy for guide brains to be aware of other beings around them but from how possessive the shield made from Magnus' magic is, it's unlikely that Magnus will let many things interact/touch Alec's mind after they bond without that layer of 'himself' present. basically it's making sure alec's personality is stable and formed. which like, is definitely true. he'll always be pretty easily influenced by Magnus but that's also his personality. there was no helping that.

[cloudcountry]

Ok it says requests closed but I was gonna ask: what about Ritsu is so compelling to you? I find him rather bland and want to hear what about him makes you feel safe and loved? Why is he your favorite? INFODUMP me write all your interest I am listening with excitement :3

oh youre so good, this doesnt count as a request at all!! i actually needed a few days to gather my thoughts and make this semi-coherent. i also consulted my six pages of notes about this guy. yes im normal about him. yes.

RITSU SHINJO. there are a lot of things to love methinks. he can definitely come across as someone who is rude or stuck up, and dont get me wrong i totally did NOT fuck w his ass when i first met him. but he changed my mind really quickly.

i really appreciate how he stands up for what he believes in. like his ambitious nature is what really endeared me to him at first. he stares down barrels of guns and is like "okay, but youre going to listen to what i have to say" and honestly??? i was in awe. hes such a brave person and even if it may seem a lil stupid or outrageous sometimes it always works out in the end somehow.

hes also really smart??? like OBVI but like hold on. there are 264 ARTICLES in the japanese penal code. TWO HUNDRED SIXTY FOUR. and he STILL knows more laws on TOP of that. has them MEMORIZED no less!! hes well versed in the arts and his vocabulary is extensive as well. he can speak MULTIPLE LANGUAGES, including german, french, and italian. literally WHAT THE FUCK. hes so impressive??? this is some rich people shit T0T

his lil quirks are super cute too, like how he only drinks black coffee and has six handkerchiefs so his opponents dont see him sweat, or how he spends time watching opera to unwind after the day's events. his handwriting isnt the neatest and he gets SO butthurt about it. hes so unflappable usually but when insulted? its like we get to see the actual ritsu. its silly bc if you compliment him on his SKILLS hes like "oh its natural, ofc i did xyz" but i want to see how he reacts to being told he looks good. or someone noticing if he did something different w his hair, or wore different accessories, or got a new pen. just . someone noticing the little things about HIM, too.

HE FUCKIN SUCKS AT GAMBLING I LOVE HIMMMM also memorized card game rules after learning he'd be sorted into sinostra. he has so much book smartness but when you put him in front of people he fumbles HARD. like its so cute but also i worry about that bc he needs friends and i want him to make friends but i fear he doesnt think he needs them. what he lacks socially he makes up for in random ass trivia that no one needs to know ever.

hes so PREPARED. this is one of the main things that makes me feel so safe around him actually because hes thought of everything. and yk he doesnt even think its that big of a deal. he exchanges the currency so sinostra can have an inn to stay in for the night, he records everything for jabberwock to make sure he understands exactly what he needs to do for the animals, he covers all of his bases and takes notes about everyones behavior just in case in comes in handy.

uses his stigma for fuckass shit like busting down doors and not getting hurt by a rickety bus ride. uses his book to whack people over the head. regularly goes to the mystery diner and ignores ren's complaints about how he sits his ass down foreverrrr. romeo calls him a greenhorn and he blabs about how he obviously isn't. taiga calls him a dumbass and he starts screeching like a baby bird. hes always trying to reign in taiga while also encouraging his bullshit. has obvious favoritism for mc. protects her whenever he can and worries over her safety when she almost fuckin DIES. acknowledges that shes weaker than him, because hes a ghoul and thats just how it is, and actively takes steps to NOT ONLY PROTECT HER HIMSELF, but build up her confidence TOO.

literally i am convinced the way ritsu sees love is making the people you love the absolute best version of themselves, because thats what his parents did for him. so he tries to teach you what he knows, he RELIES on you to keep tabs on romeo or taiga (that is HUGE actually, considering he berates ren for his attitude and doesnt really seem to be close enoough with the other ghouls to rely on them for anything.)

let me say that again, ritsu views mc as an equal because hes placing the captain/vice captain in her hands and telling her to keep an eye on them, he calls HER when he's trying to meet up with everyone, he's actively treating her like a business partner where they will BOTH BENEFIT in more ways than just the curse lifting and winning the laurel crown--

ARGHHHH I LVOE RITSU SHINJO SO MUCH. you are a trooper if u read all of this can i just say .

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVEEEE TALKING ABOUT HIM <3333

[westsidepetrichor]

costume party!!

pairing: cassian andor x reader synopsis: you're paired with cassian on a mission for the first time. the two of you try on special outfits for the occasion. warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff, a meddlesome friend word count: 1.4k a/n: the fluff gun shot me y'all. coming up with and describing clothing is hard</3

you were a former actress from coruscant. sick of the corruption, the rebellion eventually found you. and with the rebellion, you found him. cassian andor, a captain that you developed huge crush on. with a stroke of luck, you were put on an assignment with him thanks to your acting experience.

the mission? infiltrate an imperial banquet and gather intelligence. the part you were secretly excited about were the costumes you were going to get! the designer was an old friend of yours from the theater, syla. before the two of you went off on the mission, syla planned a fitting. it was a time for tests, modifications, or to voice any concerns.

a knock came from your door. opening it, your eyes widened in surprise. you saw cassian waiting there.

panic set off inside you. what the hell was he doing here?? you flash him a nervous smile.

"cassian! hi! w-what's up?" you ask nervously. his voice makes you want to swoon.

"i was just coming to get you."

you don't respond.

"for the fitting?" he reminds you. "it was on my way so i figured i'd stop by."

it feels like cold water splashes you in the face. how could you forget?!

"ohhhh, the fitting!! right right, i was just about to head over," you manage out nonchalantly. "let's go then," you say, shutting the door behind you.

awkward silence fills the hallway, the only sounds being the echoes of boots. you try to walk in a way that avoids cassian's eyes. you were certain that if you looked at them, you'd say something incredibly foolish. clearing his throat, he breaks the silence.

"the designer, you know her?" he asks, trying to catch your eyes. they meet for a moment before you flit them downward, pretending to be very interested in the ground.

"yeah, syla. she used to work at the theater back home. my best friend," you say fondly. "her work is amazing. should be on runways really."

cassian smiles. you speak of syla so highly, your warmth seems to melt the ice between you.

"we're in good hands then. that's reassuring," he muses.

"pfffft, good hands? that's an understatement. syla will make you look even more handsome than you usually do," you say confidently.

you stop walking. cassian's eyes widen for a fraction of a second. he tries to push down a laugh but fails. you panic again.

"i'm so sorry, that was inappropriate. please forget that," you try to apologize. but cassian brushes it off, almost glowing at the compliment.

"you don't have to," he chuckles warmly. "really."

your eyes meet his, trying to see if he's just being polite. to your surprise, you can't seem to find a tell that would state otherwise. the door to syla's workshop seemed to appear as a saving grace. you sigh a little in relief, walking inside.

syla's head pops up from her desk. her eyes sparkle mischievously. a suspicious feeling grows in your stomach as you eye her warily.

"welcome!" she envelopes you in a hug and shakes cassian's hand. "i'm so excited for you two to try on your outfits!! here, i have shots," she offers, gesturing to filled glasses.

"where did you get this?" you gawk. cassian snickers. syla shrugs coolly, pushing a rack with two garment bags into focus.

"i got one of the new recruits to smuggle some in for me. some strong outer rim stuff. he was sweating bullets!" she cackled. downing a shot, she unzips the bags to reveal your new attire.

a dark blue dress greets you. silver chains draped the front and a slit ran up the right leg that you guessed would reach your mid thigh. it was gorgeous! you looked at syla in wonder.

"i really don't know how you do it, sy," you marvel. "this is stunning."

cassian takes in your expression, seeing your sparkling eyes. he was curious to see you in it. if syla could garner that reaction out of you, he wondered what he'd be put in...

syla tilts her chin up in pride. "you're too kind, really. but i won't object to more compliments," she jokes. "now cassian, don't worry, i have something marvelous in store for you as well."

another zip and voilà! cassian's costume. it's a matching shade of blue, with a cape and cinched waist. the top dips into a deep v, with an ivory undershirt that makes you frown internally. so much for seeing some of his chest...

you fold your arms and catch syla's eyes. she winks at you. the two of you look at cassian for a reaction. syla clears her throat. cassian snaps out of whatever trance he's in and looks at her.

"ahem, sorry. it looks wonderful. thank you, syla," he says gratefully.

this response appeases syla and she shoves the two of you into separate fitting rooms. before closing the curtain to your room, syla pokes her head in.

"soooo? how do you feel? it's your first mission with him!" she tries to whisper. you shoot her a look.

"sy! a little quieter, please?" you plead. she blinks and a shit-eating grin creeps onto her face.

"awww, don't be nervous! i designed your outfits, so you'll have no choice but to fall in love with each other" she says.

"falling in love isn't the mission," you say flatly, removing your shirt.

"dual functionality, my dear," she singsongs, closing the curtain. "whenever you're ready, you two," she says, taking a seat.

the dress really is stunning, you think to yourself. there's a part of you that doesn't want to come out from the curtain, but the magic of syla's genius pushes you from the fitting room. your hand hesitates before stepping out.

"pass me that shot, sy," you sigh. she laughs, handing you the cold glass through the curtain. you gulp it down, shimmying a little to try and banish your nerves. your hand draws the curtain back.

syla's eyes widen as she takes you in. "wow, i am good," she smirks.

you roll your eyes playfully. "mhmm, very," you smile.

"cassian? you alright in there?" syla calls out. "there's two very pretty women waiting out here for you!"

"just a second!" cassian responds. he fiddles with his cape fastenings and looks at himself in the mirror. an air of confidence fills him. your praises of syla really were true, not that he didn't believe you. he just didn't think he'd look this good. he steps out of the fitting room to a pair of appraising eyes.

you feel your heart stutter when you see him. syla whistles lowly.

"see? what'd i tell you, he looks marvelous. right, y/n?" she waggles her eyebrows at you.

cassian looks at you hopefully, his big, gorgeous brown eyes piercing you.

"you look... wow. i don't think i have words," you say softly. the fucker has you so enthralled you can't even say he looks nice, you wince.

he smirks at your lack of words. "well i do. captivating being one of them," he says as his eyes travel up and down you. "how do you feel in it?"

the level of strength it takes you to not explode is comical. "captivating"... what a word to use. damn you, cass. drawing in a breath, you try and take a moment to really assess how you feel in the clothes.

"hmmm. i feel... strong. striking," you say, straightening your spine. you can't see it, but syla smiles behind her hand.

cassian hums approvingly. "good. we'll need that. the people at these parties love snarky comments. they chip away at you sometimes, it's a power trip. so if you feel strong, then i feel strong too."

you nod in agreement. syla stands and clasps her hands together.

"i'm glad you two feel good in them. you look gorgeous together, you know," she smiles. "but of course, i did design it that way. is there anything that you'd like altered or added?"

"no, this is perfect. thank you, sy, really," you smile.

"i'm good with mine," cassian says, playing with his cape.

"then my work here is done," syla says. "i'll be back in an hour or so, leave you two to discuss things, test out any movement in your new attire. have fun!!"

and with that, syla waltzes out of the room, leaving you and cassian alone. he walks up to you.

"so..." he starts. "your friend is very persistent."

your face slumps into your hands. "oh my god, don't even get me started."

he laughs at that, prying them away gently. "she's funny. but wow, we really do look good together, huh?"

you look in the mirror at the two of you, taking note of how his hand brushes up against yours.

"yeah. we really do."

end note: ASKDJFJ i'm debating a part two for this... lmk if y'all want it. and don't worry my freaks in arms, i will be writing more smut for our lovely captain soon. thanks for reading!! feel free to comment, reblog, or heart it if you liked it:)

[tarotbyjam24]

Pick a pile : Your future spouse\lover's spicy thoughts of you [LGBTQ+ friendly]

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pile एक

read by @tarotbyjam24

Close your eyes and feel my touch slow, deliberate, and maddening. I'll leave you on the edge, desperate for the release I'm not ready to give.

My mouth will always Be better than your hand.

guide your hands slowly down my waist and look me in the eyes and kiss me then i promise i will be quiet

guide my hands where you want them.

L.m.e.y.p.u.y.c.i.m.m

Respectfully I wanna makeout with you tillI can't breath

I want your hands everywhere they're not supposed to be.

You're in my head way too much I might as well give u some

I fucking need you every second of the day and its pissing me off.

I want your body against mine

I am like a rollercoaster. The faster I go, the louder you scream.

The way you react to my touch makes me want to push you even further, just to see how far you'll let me take you.

I'll let my hands wander, finding every place that makes you gasp.But I'll make you wait, drawing out the pleasure until you can't take it anymore."

Feel my touch ignite your skin, slow and deliberate. I'll tease you until you're trembling, then pull back just to watch you unravel.

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pile दो

read by @delulutarot

Your hands feel like they were made to map every inch of me.

I'll start with gentle strokes, then press deeper where it makes you gasp. But I won't give you what you want until you're trembling beneath me.

Your smile melts me every time. It's the sweetest thing I've ever seen.

I fucking need you every second of the day

I'll start with gentle caresses, then press deeper where it makes you gasp. But I'll keep you waiting, teasing until you're desperate for more.

I love how your eyes lock on me, but what's really driving me crazy is the way you try to resist touching me.

You're craving my touch more than you let on, and trust me, when I finally give you what you've been dreaming of, it'll be a whole new kind of addiction.

You're my first thought in the morning and my last at night, I love you.

I wanna feel ur hand on every inch of my body.

I wishyou were touching me Inappropriately right now

physical touch is my love language so don't be scared to grab my neck and start kissing me, I kinda need it

I'LL TEASE YOU UNTIL YOU PIN ME DOWN AND FUCK ME HARD

kiss me in front of anyone you think wants me.

I wanna tease you until you get so sensitive your moans become whimpers

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pile तीन

read by @delulutarot

you mean the whole entire world to me .

If you move you're mine .

Bite my lips and call me princess .

The more I see you, the harder it is to keep my hands to myself.

Your voice brings me so much comfort

wanna cuddle and watch funny movies all night long till we fall asleep in each others arms?

Watch him\her gasp .

Leave a trail of hickeys up and down so everyone knows, wherever they look, I'm yours.

16 billion eyes but yours is my favourite.

Tonight, my hands will worship your body, but I'll make you wait. I'll tease you until you're begging for the release I'm not ready to give.

My hands will start at your neck, working their way down, leaving you trembling. But I'll stop just short of where you need me most.

Tease me until I can't take it anymore!

I can't stop imagining the way you'd feel pressed against me, your breath hot on my neck as you whisper all the things you'd do to me.

You think you know what I want, but trust me, when I'm in control, you'll be begging me to take you to the edge.

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pile चार

read by @tarotbyjam24

i love talking to you so much, our silly jokes, all our conversations mean so much to me, i love that i can be myself with you, i really love spending time with you. i care, appreciate and love you so so much

horny for you .

Fuck. I wanna see you, hug you, kiss you, make you smile, make you laugh, and just lay in bed next to you.

The way you look at me should come with a warning label .

I like you more than I planned . Your lips look kinda lonely Maybe they wanna meet mine?

My biggest wish right now is us cuddling and me falling asleep in your arms

I'm like a drum. The harder you hit, the louder I resonate

I want you because of who you are, not just because you want me too

Take my hand, lead me to the bed, and show me the depths of your desire.

You're my first thought in the morning and my last at night, I love you.

You have no clue how bad I want to kiss you

I want to forget my name while I'm busy moaning yours.

you have beautiful eyes.

There's something magical about the way you make me feel-like i can be myself and still be loved unconditionally, with every flaw and every imperfection.

Cover my neck in hickeys

The softness of your touch is all I need to feel at home, no matter where we are.

I see the way your eyes follow me, how much you want to touch me, and let me tell you-when you finally do, it'll be nothing like you've ever imagined .

Can I fall asleep in your things ?

You can't stop thinking about me, can you? That's because I've got you hooked, and you don't even know how deep I'm willing to take you.

I'm starting to believe that you've made some sort of secret deal with the universe, because there's no way someone can be as charming and good-looking as you without some kind of cosmic help.

You've the cutest smile ever.

ngl..ur in my head way too much I might as well give u some

Tonight, I'm in charge. My fingers will trace your curves, teasing and tempting until you're arching toward me, desperate for what comes next.

You think I'm irresistible now?Wait until I let you explore every part of me -you won't be able to stop.

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to be a part of your journey. Wishing you peace and joy!

With love, Jam"

[glowettee]

Hey girly~~

I'm a writer and blogger recently navigating Tumblr. Sometimes I worry that no one will really care what I have to say, or care about my ideas. What's the best thing to focus on when I feel this way? I think I'm just looking for a little encouragement💗. I hope this makes sense!

hey sweetheart, so sorry i've been extremely inactive. finals have been draining, exhausting, and overwhelming!! i'm almost done, but i wanted to answer your question because it made me sooo freaking happy!!!

this question literally touched my heart because i've been exactly where you are!! that feeling when you pour your thoughts and creativity into your writing, hit post, and then wonder if anyone out there is actually connecting with your words? i completely understand that vulnerable feeling, bestie! 

first of all, i want to say how brave it is to create and share your writing in the first place! putting your thoughts out into the world takes so much courage, and the fact that you're doing it already shows how much passion you have. that's something to be proud of regardless of the notes or reblogs!

when those doubts creep in (and trust me, they visit all of us, even people with thousands of followers!), here are some gentle reminders and perspectives that have helped me create my blog:

1. remember why you started writing

   ✧ was it to process your own thoughts?

   ✧ to connect with others who feel the same way?

   ✧ to create something beautiful?

   ✧ to document your journey?

   returning to your original purpose can be so grounding when the external validation feels uncertain. i keep this in mind whenever i'm planning ideas, writing my posts or even when i feel unmotivated to write a bunch of words onto the tumblr word processor. this generally just helps you focus on the purpose for your blog/writing.

2. focus on quality over quantity

   ✧ one genuine connection with a reader who truly resonates with your words is worth more than hundreds of passive scrollers

   ✧ some of my favorite writers and bloggers have smaller but incredibly devoted followers

   ✧ meaningful engagement > follower count (always!!)

3. celebrate the uniqueness of your voice

   ✧ no one else has your exact perspective, experiences, or way of expressing things

   ✧ the internet doesn't need more people trying to sound like everyone else

   ✧ your specific voice is exactly what someone out there is looking for

   ✧ authenticity always shines through and attracts the right people

4. remember that growth takes time

   ✧ most "overnight successes" actually took years of consistent posting

   ✧ tumblr especially works on connections and community building

   ✧ your words might be quietly collecting in someone's bookmarks even if they haven't engaged yet

   ✧ some of my posts that got almost no notes when first published suddenly found their audience months later!

5. create for yourself first

   ✧ write what brings you joy, healing, or clarity

   ✧ if you're excited about your content, that energy will naturally attract others

   ✧ when you love what you create, external validation becomes a bonus rather than a necessity

   ✧ the posts i'm most proud of aren't always my most popular ones!

   ✧ make sure to utilize aesthetics in your post, ones you enjoy are always a bonus, and it's so fun to design your post according to whatever aesthetic/vibe

6. engage with other writers/bloggers and creators

   ✧ leave thoughtful comments on posts you love

   ✧ reblog with your own additions

   ✧ join writing challenges or community events (example: tag games)

   ✧ respond to asks and messages

   ✧ community building is a two-way street! this is my favorrrrittee part of being a girlblogger.

7. trust the timing of your journey

   ✧ some days will be quiet, others will surprise you with connection

   ✧ consistency matters more than immediate results

   ✧ your words might be exactly what someone needs to read tomorrow, or next month, or next year

i also want to remind you that even the most popular writers and bloggers have moments of doubt! it's part of the creative process to sometimes wonder if what you're making matters. but just know your perspective is inherently valuable. your experiences are worth documenting. your creative expression deserves space in this world.

when i first started my blog, i would sometimes post things that got almost no interaction. but then i'd get a single message from someone saying "this was exactly what i needed to read today" and it would remind me why i started in the first place.

keep nurturing your writer's heart, keep showing up for your creativity, and keep sharing your unique voice with the world. the right readers will find you, i promise. and in the meantime, take pride in the courage it takes to create and share in the first place!

sending you all the creative inspiration and confidence vibes!! hope this helps <3

xoxo, mindy 🤍

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[dcpridefanzine]

🌟Team Interview- Blue and the Bold 🌟

@boostergold07 : Tuff had this great idea of boostle being representation for younger heroes and it really stuck out to me as someone who grew up really sheltered and never had the words to describe my own labels growing up, you know, like I feel like I know so many people who knew they were queer since they were super young and I didn't get to realize it until a was an older teenager. And so, kind of obviously, there's no way that Ted wouldn't have a similar experience, or similar feelings. There's a lot of shame and suppression that comes from growing up in a time like Ted did and coming out can sometimes feel like opening yourself up to people who might validate that shame. So, I really wanted to write about that feeling and how when we give people representation, maybe they won't feel as bad about themselves to begin with, using Tim and Booster as examples. This story means a lot to me because I feel like I'm still learning how not to suppress my identity today. I literally work on it during therapy. So, this theme means a lot to me because accepting yourself is a very long journey and you really do need a lot of support along the way. Representation is so important, and it's not just something that comes out of watching a TV show with a queer character or something. Representation comes from important people in your life and getting to see queer joy firsthand and realizing that you too can experience it for yourself. And we need more of that. We need more people who can be brave enough to be themselves no matter what, and who can inspire young queer people to do the same. I really liked getting to connect with Ted's character, because I tend to think about Booster a lot more. But also, getting to include the whole cast of JLI and trying to carry on their style of humor got me really exciting and I had so much fun doing that!

@arttuff : This story resonated with me the first time I read it because, like Ted, I didn't have any representation growing up. I grew up in a small, very homophobic town, and so it was very difficult for me to come out to those who I loved. And yet, once I came out, a couple people came to me privately and said I helped them realise their own queer identities. Sometimes, it just takes one person to be loud enough to give you the courage to be yourself in turn! I love drawing the interactions between booster and ted! So being able to draw their awkward attempts at a serious sincerity was very fun for me <3

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[alaniesims]

Instagram Posts + DMs + Profile Templates 📸

Hi lovelies! 🩷

After an unplanned, long break, another template collection is here!

I found these Instagram posts, DMs and profile templates so fun to create, and so far, it's my largest template collection yet cause I kept thinking up more stuff to add for variety. I'm so proud of how it turned out and I'm super excited to share them with you all. 

Huge thank you to these gems: @ameliaasimss @/Vweiwet and @/liyahsxpixels (on Twitter) for making these stunning promo pics for me with their gorgeous, gorgeous sims. Please check their pages out, they're amazing creators 🫶🏾 

What's included in this release (in both light and dark mode versions): DMs & Messaging - First DM - DMs from story mentions and replies - Regular DMs - Message lists - business and personal Posts - Square + curved square posts  - Tagged posts - 3-slide posts - Scrolling through someone's posts Profile - Your profile (with no story, close friends, watched + unwatched story options) - Someone else's profile (with the same options) - Someone's profile in IG grid (with posts, reels + pictures) Bonus: IG Feed & Live - Home feed (with multiple story options) - Scrolling through your IG feed - IG Live: live screen, request to join live - Dual live and 4-person live

Please remember:

Always credit me when using these templates 🩷

Don’t claim them as your own work 💀

Don’t redistribute or re-upload them anywhere else 💀

I recreate all the icons and features myself to keep these accessible for Canva free users, which means lots of time spent searching, refining and tweaking to make everything work and look as close to realistic as possible. So, please respect the time and effort I put into this work and follow my TOUs.

IMPORTANT: Credit me as the creator whenever you use my templates! It’s really important to me, and I’ve seen too many people forget to or just not credit at all. Please give credit when using these. Thank you :)

As always, if you have any ideas, suggestions, or just want to see new template types, I’m super open to feedback. Drop me a message here or on my socials whenever! ✨

Download here 🩵

Lastly, thank you all sooo much for your patience, love and support with my templates! I can’t wait to see how you use them in your posts! 🩷