#then i realised and was like 'DOUBLE YEP'

[thebestsencen]

gay🫵

Gay? Isn't that a slang term meaning happiness from the Lost Cities?

[gravitasmalfunction]

The great (?) thing about romantic cdrama censorship is that the less I'm shown, the more I interpolate. For example, the candlelight kiss in The Double - by popular consensus we have collectively decided Xue Fengfei and Xiao Heng definitely got it on that night. Which means by cutting off on a close-up of Xue Fengfei without even showing them actually reuniting in the same frame, I interpolate that The Double's ending was her immediately tackling Xiao Heng off his white horse onto the soft green grass underneath the blooming wintersweet tree and fucking that man into the ground.

[gilverrwrites]

I love imaging Dick, Tim, and Damian sneaking around trying to meet Jasons new gf because they just wanna be involved in his life and they know if they they leave it to Jay they wont meet her u til they're married with kids 😭

AND ‘omg us meeting Jason’s siblings when’

AN: Ngl I love this idea too, its so shitty of them but they have the best of intentions.

Damian

A boy no older than 14 with eyes that pierce the soul was not what you'd expected to find on Jason's couch the very first time he'd left you alone there. Jason had to dip out unexpectedly early, and had promised you run of the place until he got back so you'd slept in as long as you could and were on your way to make breakfast when you're greeted by the hell-child.

Once your initial fright wears off you realise you recognize him from a photo Jay had showed you which makes you feel slightly more at ease.

“Good morning? Damian right?” You offer as you pass him, be-lining for the coffee machine, you're gonna need caffeine if you're meeting any member of Jay's family for the first time. “Can I get you anything?”

“Alfred says it's unbecoming to sleep past 9.” Besides the initial glare he'd graced you with as you emerged from the bedroom, he doesn't even look up at you, his eyes glued to the pages of a book. Like brother like brother, you guess.

“Oh, well. Good thing Alfreds not here then.” You add a small laugh, trying to inject some humour to the situation. Damian does not respond in kind. “Is that a no? I think there's some chocolate cereal around here somewhere.”

“What do you do for work that allows you to be in my brother's home in the middle of the day?”

Jeez this kid is no-nonsense. “Or I could make pancakes, I make really good pancakes.”

“And tell me what exactly are your intentions with my baby brother?” Baby?

“I think there's some chocolate chips around here somewhere. Jason says you like chocolate. Chocolate pancakes?”

“Do you always avoid questions?”

“Are you always so intense?”

He slams the book closed and you nearly jump on the spot. He finally looks at you, really looks at you and as you stare back his features begin to soften slightly.

“I’ll have a coffee.”

You're certain from the sly look on his face that he's probably not allowed coffee. He certainly doesn't need any. But screw it, he's not your kid and if it gets him to like a little, you'll take the risk.

So you pour two coffees and join him on the couch. His questions do not cease until Jason returns about an hour later. He couldn't care less about the coffee, but he does care about Damian breaking in to interrogate his partner and immediately kicks Damian out.

Dick

Dick finds out about your existence from one of Damian’s letters, and he's subtle but pushy about meeting you. Not that you're aware. He keeps ‘dropping by’ Jason's apartment ‘just to see his lil brother’, no other reason but is told to get lost or downright ignored anytime you're there, until he decides to cut out the middle man and turn up at your home instead.

“Let me tell you, you are a hard person to get a hold of.” He informs as he invites himself through your front door.

“Um, hello Dick?” As you stare at his lush hair and sculpted abs you wonder what Alfred feeds these boys.

“Yep! I can't stay so I’ve gotta make this quick.” he gestures for you to come closer, speaking in a playful, conspiratorial whisper. “Jay doesn't know I'm here.”

That would be why he can't stay, Jason is due at your door any minute now.

“But you two seem to be getting pretty serious and I think it's important that we all get to know each other. You following?”

You nod, and he gives you the perkiest, most genuine smile. That or he has that exact look practised to a T. From what Jay tells you, either is possible.

“So, Barbara and I, that's my wife” You nod once more, you're aware of Barbara also. “have booked a table at Casa Gotica for Thursday night. We need you to get Jason there without letting on that it's a double date.”

“I don’t know.” you finally give your nodding head a break. “Jay and I don’t lie to each other.”

“Right. I can't begrudge that. Very glad to hear he's picked an honest one.” He takes a moment to straighten his thoughts, but his moment is cut short but the echo of Jason’s combat boots approaching your door. Dick’s eyes rapidly scan the room for a secondary exit before he settles on an open window. “Don't think of it as lying, think of it as omitting the truth. Whatever you have to do just be there for 6.30. Oh, and it's great to meet you!”

“You too.”

“Thursday, 6.30!”

Before you can agree he’s gone, presumably scaling the side of your building as Jay steps inside.

Tim

Tim was actually the first to be aware of you and your relationship with his brother, however, the very real possibility of being gutted by Jason for snooping in his personal life was too high for him to make a move.

But you seeking him out is a different story; or rather, you being the first to say hi when you bump into each other in line at the grocery store is different. It would be rude not to respond to your attempts at initiating a conversation.

“Hello, hi, are you Tim? You don't know me but I’m Jasons partner. Its so great to meet you.”

“I know who you are.” He states rather ominously, eyes darting around behind you. “Is he here?”

“No, but he's picking me up after.” His shoulders visibly ease.

“Cool cool cool.” He’s suddenly much more personable. “So, I hear you're into…”

That chatting doesn't dry or lul at all as the queue dwindles and both buy your groceries. He waits with you until you get confirmation from Jay that he's on his way. He's easily the chillest sibling you've met thus far.

When Jason arrives he gets out of the car to open the boot and passenger door for you as always, but not before he thrusts his phone in your face. “Where is he?”

Displayed on the screen is a selfie of Tim with you in the background, you absolutely do not remember it being taken.

[reignpage]

Hi!! If you have the time- how would the jjk guys react to the reader giving them the silent treatment?

I hope you're having a wonderful day!

Gojo:

Would try to make you laugh at first When that doesn't work and he notices you're just getting more irritated, he'd start bribing you Buys you flowers, handbags, dresses, jewellery you name it If you're still silent, then he'll go deadly serious Would confront you in the dark, sitting on the sofa like he's been waiting for hours 'Is there nothing I can do? Are we done for good? Are you leaving me too?'

Geto:

Gets snarky Two can play that game He's not the calm and patient guy everyone thinks he is He just reacts in subtle ways Makes passive-aggressive comments But eventually will get tired, sighs and just asks you straight up what he did wrong 'Alright, what happened? Let me inside that head of yours.'

Choso:

Keeps asking you what's wrong Gets really sad and depressed Very much kicked puppy vibes Just follows you around everywhere Until you crack 'I didn't know what I did but I'm sorry. Please talk to me? I'm scared'

Toji:

LOL LMFAO ROFL This man would be soooo annoying He'd be smug as hell at first Says shit like 'It's nice to have peace and quiet here' 'You should get mad at me more often ma' BUT eventually realising you're not gonna crack He'll start to get nervous Starts cleaning up after himself Double checks to make sure the trash is out, he hasn't left any dishes in the sink, didn't miss any appointments or anniversaries etc etc Would send Megumi in to get a feel for your mood 'make yourself extra cute kid' 'ask her why she isn't speaking to me. no don't tell her I told you to. whose side are you on?'

Nanami:

Would ask you immediately if there's something wrong Is so mature and healthy it's irritating 'please communicate with me, darling. I can't apologise and fix whatever I ruined if you don't talk to me.' Eventually, he'll give you space But then you'll start feeling really bad because he'll assume that you hate him or something Like, he'll start buying sandwiches to take to work cause he thinks you won't make lunch for him like normal or sleeps on the couch eats dinner and watches shows by himself so you cave first and the smile he gives you is so worth it

Sukuna:

Doesn't notice a thing at first He isn't the type to be clingy, he's not the affectionate one, he mostly returns it So there'll just be a period of silence Until he begins to feel your absence in which case he'll seek you out and then becomes the clingy one 'it is a pleasant day out, would you care to join me for a stroll? gets sooo offended if you don't say anything 'no? would you prefer to stroll with someone else? tell me who and they will be killed. in fact, continue to remain in silence and everyone will be killed.'

Yuji:

Confused :0 asks Nobara for advice 'you're a girl, she's a girl. so tell me what's going on' 'is it the time of the month?' uses loads of different tricks to make you break performs dances and skits gets Gojo involved tries to get Megumi involved (no chance) he's so stupid you just have to cave and explain he's an idiot and he'll nod happily

Megumi:

yeahhhhhh you'll be having a silent off for days and weeks you'll both continue to co-exist in silence it's just not smart

Inumaki:

annoying as hell texts you shit like: 'when she copies you' 'ho is u good?' 'can you be original at least?' when that doesn't work he'll break into your social media or gaming accounts right in front of you and threatens to release a post pretending to be you like 'you know, hitler wasn't that bad' or an ugly picture of you then you'll have to cave and he gets so caught up in the victory, he'll accidentally post it yep, he's a dead man walking

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Country Rose 2

Warnings: age gap, power dynamics, creep behaviour, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

It's like a movie. The fields of tall corn and swaying wheat, the cows in the distance, the sky swirling in shades of pastel blue. It's a rustic portrait of a bygone time. You lose yourself in the serenity of it, swept away in a daydream despite the tickle in your nose.  

It isn't until the truck jerks to a stop and Clark cranks the gears into park that you return to earth. He grabs his hat from the dash and puts it on, shading his eyes from the sun as he gets out. 

You look out the windshield and close your dry eyes, trying to find an ounce of moisture. He comes around your side but you have your door open before he can get there. You hop down from the height as Clark retrieves your bag from the back. 

"Ma will be happy to meet you. She's been excited," he says as he waves you towards the porch of the farmhouse. 

"Oh wow," you gape up at the double storey house in awe. "This place is huge." 

"Too big for just us," he agrees. You tramp up the steps and to the door, hesitating as you get ahead of yourself. He reaches by you to pill back the screen door, "go on." 

You enter and look around. He puts your bag on the wooden bench as you sidle towards the wall. He removes his hat and puts it on a hook next to a stained flannel. 

"It's a farmhouse, you can keep your shoes on," he directs, "hey ma," he calls over your head as he points you past the staircase. "Back." 

You head down towards the open archway and step into a spacious kitchen finished in walnut and brass. A woman stands at the island, shucking cobs of corn. She smiles at your entrance and drops her handful. 

"She's here," she bleats and scurries around the counter. She's frail despite her energy, "oh, lovely." 

You're put off as she hugs you and you stand stalk still as you let her. She then embraces her son as he clears his throat. She backs off, smoothing her steely hair with knobby fingers. 

"My mother, Martha," Clark introduces as she touches her hip and backs up to the island. She leans on it subtly, "ma--" 

"Oh, I know," she trills your name, "it's so nice to finally meet you." 

"Uh, yeah, er, thanks," you sway nervously. You didn't realise it was such a big deal. 

"I'm gonna get her settled, you need anything?" Clark intones as he hovers close behind you. 

"Everything is perfect, honey, everything," she beams at you, "now everyone's here." 

You smile sheepishly and peek back at Clark. He beckons you after him as he leads you back down the hall. He has you go upstairs first and the stairs creak beneath him as he grabs your bag and follows. 

"Just down this way," he points you to the right. 

You take his direction down to a room near the end. You push inside and and he puts your bag in the wooden chair near the door. Everything is so pretty and tidy. A plaid quilt is draped at the end of a neatly made bed and there's a carved wardrobe against one wall. The rug matches the curtains and a table with a vase of flowers stands near the window. 

"Oh, it's cute." 

"Ma wanted everything ready for you," Clark says, "she gets lonely when I'm off working." 

"Uh, yeah," you stop by the bed and turn back to him, "so I'm going to be helping her?" 

"Sure, yep," he hooks a finger in a loop on his jeans, "she's had some difficulties since pa passed. She's not as... fit as she once was but she's stubborn. You can help her with the cleaning and cooking. Make sure she takes breaks," he explains as he frees his thumb and combs back his hair. "She does the listen to me and I can't keep an eye on her all the time." 

"I'm sorry, that must be hard," you frown. 

"Not to worry, there's another field hand. I just figured we could use someone in the house since Lenny left." 

"Right," you try to smile, "well, this is so nice and thank you for picking me up. I was a bit nervous." 

"Nervous?" He wonders as his cheek dimples. 

"It's a bit desolate out here," you chuckle, "when I got off the train I thought maybe it was the wrong place." 

"Ah, yes, it's a bit... lonely but it's peaceful," he says, "I'll let you get unpacked then and maybe after you can check in on ma? I don't want her doing all that alone." 

"Sure," you bounce, frenetic after so long sitting. 

He grins at your buzzing energy and backs up, "let me know if you need anything." 

"I'm good," you assure him. 

[newtonsheffield]

This adorable funeral AU, looks like Kate's dad is still alive? Is it going to go the way of the show in the book eventually?

Mm I don’t think so. I think there’s much more comedy in Tharman Sharma arriving home from work, poking his head into the living room to greet his daughter and doing a double take when he realises that Kate’s sat on the floor. But so is a boy. He’s not one of Kate’s friends from school. He doesn’t recognize this boy whose boots they must be at the door because he’s smiling awkwardly up at Tharman with his socks facing the fire and a packet of crisps on the coffee table between him and Kate.

“Everything okay, Appa?”

“Yep.” Tharman nodded hurrying towards the kitchen where he could hear his wife getting dinner ready. “There’s a gangly white boy in our living room.”

“Oh is there? I must have missed him.” Mary teased. “His name’s Anthony. He’s a very sweet boy. Brought me flowers to say thank you for letting him come over.”

Tharman eyed them suspiciously. “What are they doing?”

Mary rolled her eyes, “They’re watching television. I think they have an accidental pregnancy planned for later tonight.”

Tharman gave her a sarcastic look, “Mary, please.”

“His father just died, Tharm.” Mary sighed, dropping her voice “He came into Kate’s work looking for something to wear for a funeral. For now they aren’t dating.”

Tharman felt his heart sink as he peered down the hallway at the boy who looked so young. Too young for that kind of grief even as he gave Kate a half smile at something she’d said. “Fuck, poor kid.”

“So be nice to him please.”

“I’m very nice.” Tharman paused. “Why did you say They aren’t dating for now?”

Mary rolled her eyes, “Darling, he has boy band hair and we have a beautiful daughter. Open your eyes.”

[fayes-fics]

The Wonderful Unexpected: Chapter 2

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Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (future chapters), Modern AU

Chapter Summary: Who are all these people? And how did you end up someone's fiancee?!

artwork by me

Warnings: none, really... character is in a coma, but injuries are not life-threatening.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: Chapter 2 of our story. After the mugging, Anthony is in hospital, and there is a confusing development as the Bridgerton clan arrives en masse. In this AU Violets father, Lord Ledger. is still alive and I’ve given him the first name Victor. Please see the masterpost for a synopsis. Thank you to @colettebronte for slogging through two versions of this; seriously, she's my hero. Please enjoy! <3

Everything is a blur when you arrive at St Thomas’s Hospital. The ambulance was on the scene so fast - the lack of traffic on Christmas Day likely helped with that to no end. Before you know it, you are being told to step aside as medics swarm around his stretcher.

“What’s his name?” A hawkish man in scrubs rapidly fires at you as he checks pupil reactivity.

“I um, l-l, l don't know,” you stumble as they wheel him into Casualty. 

“You don't know his name?!”

“I… I..”

“Are you family?” His brusque tone just makes you even more halting. “Family only.”

“No, you don't understand, l was…”

“You cannot come further if you are not family. Wait out there.” He snaps tersely, jabbing a finger towards the waiting area, looking at you almost angrily. 

Feeling helpless, you catch a final glimpse of your Prince Charming being wheeled beyond some double doors.

“Oh, l was gonna marry him….” you sigh under your breath. 

The next thing you know, a friendly-looking nurse with Dorset on his name badge is guiding you to the waiting area.

—

“Miss? Please come with me…”.

You startle awake, not realising you had drifted off. Mildly discombobulated, you get up and follow Nurse Dorset on instinct, hobbling slightly, your body stiff from napping on the hard, uncomfortable plastic chairs. It doesn't even occur to you to ask where he is taking you or why. 

You are led down the corridor and, a few minutes later, ushered into a fancy-looking wing you never even knew existed. Then on into a private ICU room. There, among a raft of beeping machines, is your Prince Charming. He looks so peaceful, even with an ugly bruise on his forehead and a small cut on his stubbed lower lip.

“Come on, over here,” Dorset beckons with an encouraging mien as you hover close to the door. “Let him hear your voice.”

Before you can even say anything, Dorset is called out of the room, and you are left alone for a few seconds, staring at the man who has been the star of your spicier dreams for months now—with no idea what to say.

—

“Is that the woman who saved his life?” The doctor queries, staring through the porthole in the door at the back of your head.

“Yep. But it’s even better,” Dorset grins gleefully. “She’s his fiancee…”

—

“Hi... I…”  you reach for your man’s hand, an instinct to comfort.

Anything else you might say is interrupted as the door sweeps open and a doctor strides in.

“Hello, Miss, I'm Doctor Samuels.”

“Hi, I'm....”

But your response is cut off, this time by a large gaggle of people barging into the room.  

“Where is he? Where is my son?” An elegant woman in her fifties harries.

“You can't come bursting into this unit!” A harassed-looking medical receptionist bustles in after them. Who they all seem to roundly ignore.

“This is my son,” the lady addresses the doctor, her elegant features looking pinched with concern. “How is he?” 

“He'll be alright? Right doctor?” A handsome man with a smooth voice queries, wrapping an arm around the lady, seeking reassurance for her.

“What happened? What's going on?” An elderly man who looks vaguely confused about his surroundings peers around them.

The doctor signals to the receptionist all is okay with a nod then turns to the gathered crowd.

“He's in a coma….” they begin.

“On Christmas Day?!” The elderly man interjects lamentingly.

“He is stable. His vital signs are strong, and his brain waves are good," the doctor continues as the man mouths a concerned ‘brain waves?’ at the lady, looking very worried. “We are running tests, but the prognosis looks promising so far. We believe he is going to get through this.”

“He’s such an idiot….”

“How did this happen?”

You can't even keep up with who is saying what anymore. They are all talking over each other. 

“He was mugged in the street,” Dorset pipes up in answer to the last question.

You didn't even see him re-enter the room. It is like you are watching a film unfold right before your eyes, forgetting momentarily that you are actually in the room with them. Well, that is until the next person speaks up.

“Who's she?” A stately looking slightly older woman queries, standing apart from the rest, her eagle eye on you, pointing at you with the tip of her cane.

“She's his fiancee….” Nurse Dorset responds, looking puzzled.

All their heads whip towards you, comedically in sync.

“His fiancee?” A teenage boy scoffs. You hadn't even seen him until now.

“Anthony's fiancee?” The first lady who spoke - his mum - looks at you in utter disbelief.

“Anthony's engaged?” The elderly man, likely her father based on the family resemblance, echoes.

Well, at least your Prince Charming has a name. Anthony. Somehow, it really suits him.

“Yes, I thought….” Nurse Dorset seems just as perplexed as they are, and you know you need to intervene.

“No, you don't understand….” you try again, but you are drowned out in the chaotic scene.

“Wait. Whaaaaaat? Why didn't he tell us?!” The teenage girl has a look of complete glee about the unfolding drama.

“He should have told us.” The lady with the cane corrects, tapping it on the ground, looking peeved.

“Maybe he was busy?” The younger of the men shrugs.

“Too busy to tell his own mother he's getting married?!” The first woman outbursts, staring down at Anthony as if expecting an answer from him.

“Don't shout at him!” The old man scolds.

“I'm not shouting at him, Papa,” she snaps before tilting her head back and sighing. “If only Benedict were here…”

There are a few moments where they just bicker amongst themselves, almost as if you are not in the room again. Then, in the midst of all the commotion, the old gentleman suddenly grabs the end of the bed frame, his complexion paling, as the teenage girl reaches for him.

“Grandpa?”

“Is he alright?” The doctor looks up from the chart and at him askance.

“He's got a heart problem,” the lady with the cane mutters, trying not to be overheard. “He's had three attacks already.”

The old man seems to rally a touch, shooting her a disagreeing glance. “They were not attacks, Agatha. They were episodes,” he disputes.

“Nothing wrong with his hearing,” Agatha asides, and you suspect there must be some history between them.

“Excuse me, Doctor. What is she doing here?” 

It's the man from before in the scrubs, staring disapprovingly at you. The one who would not allow you to accompany Anthony earlier. Just the latest entrant into this merry-go-round of people in the room.

Nurse Dorset scowls at him. “ She saved his bloody life, Cowper, remember?”

“You saved his life?” Violet looks at you anew, eyes wide.

Before you can reply Agatha cuts in. “l thought he was mugged?”

“He was. They knocked him out, stole his watch. Left him in the middle of the road. She dragged him to safety, avoiding the street sweeper.” Dorset explains, grinning at you proudly. He must have gotten the story from the ambulance crew while you were napping.

“You dragged him out of the road?” Marcus looks just as incredulous now, sizing up how you could have moved a six-foot athletic man.

You go to answer, but as practically expected by now, you aren't even able to start your sentence.

“Doctor, it's supposed to be family only,” Cowper sneers.

“She IS family.” Violet attests, stepping forward purposefully and looking steely at him.

Something warm spreads in your chest at the very thought, but you also cannot lie anymore.

“Okay, look, l-l'm sorry. You, you don't understand…” you begin to protest.

Before you know it, she has grabbed you and pulled you into a motherly embrace. She smells of fresh cotton and lilacs.

“I'm so sorry, my dear. Anthony is a complete workaholic. We haven't seen him for a long time, so we didn't know he had a new relationship...” She apologises softly into your hair as she squeezes you so tight. 

You should be the one asking forgiveness for this complete mix-up. But there is a lump in your throat that steals your voice. Something about her motherly embrace makes you incapable of replying.

“I always wanted him to find a nice girl,’ she smiles, cupping your jaw. “I'm just so glad he found you.”

Oh fuckity fuck.

—

A few minutes later, you finally manage to escape and catch up to Nurse Dorset, grabbing his sleeve.

“Why did you say that?! I'm not his fiancee!”

He looks shocked. “Why did you tell me that you were?!” 

“I didn't! I've never even spoken to him! Not really. I just pulled him out of the road, that's all!”

“But…but when you arrived, you said, you said you were gonna marry him?” Dorset counters.

And you suddenly realise where all this confusion started from—your silly, offhand comment.

“Bloody hell,” you exhale, “l was just… talking to myself…”

“Well, next time you talk to yourself, tell yourself you're single and end the conversation,” he suggests, rather unhelpfully.

You exchange looks for a beat.

“Excuse me, nurse. Is there a pharmacy in the hospital?” Agatha materialises next to you.

Dorset buffers briefly before inquiring: “What do you need?”

“Victor. He wants nitroglycerin.”

“Oh, for his heart problem?”

“Problem? Problems, my dear, plural…” She replies sardonically before she turns her attention to you. “l think you saved his life. In fact, l think you saved the whole family,” she states somewhat enigmatically before tapping her cane. “Why don't you come with me?”

It's said in a tone that brokers no argument and so dutifully you follow.

—

By the time you are back in the waiting room, a much fancier one in this private wing, Agatha has explained who everyone is. You learn that Anthony’s mother’s name is Violet. That Marcus is her partner. Victor is indeed her father, and the teenagers are her youngest - Hyacinth and Gregory. Anthony is apparently her oldest child, and you can see it. She must have been very young when she had him. Agatha doesn't elucidate her relationship to the family, and you don't pry, guessing she might be related to Marcus somehow.

Just as you sense she is about to grill you, to your relief, the others spill into the waiting room while Anthony is taken for more tests.

“So, tell us the story of how you two met…” Victor grins as he drops into a soft chair, his relief at being seated palpable.

“I doubt she wants to talk about that right now,” Violet contends diplomatically as if intuiting your desire to stay quiet.

“Why not? We could all do with a nice story while we wait,” Victor shrugs.

“How do you know it’s nice?” Agatha needles him.

“Of course it is. Why shouldn't it be nice?” He contends, shooting her a somewhat flirtatious look. Which she pretends to ignore, but you don't miss the ghost of a smile twitching her lip.

“What about that other one? What's her name? The one we bumped into him with outside The Ivy?” Agatha frowns, gesturing to Violet as if she can help with her recall. “Do you remember? He got all sheepish. Couldn't wait to get her away from us.”

“What's that got to do with the price of apples?” Victor throws out.

“Siena Rosso,” Marcus answers, pulling a face as if the name itself is an insult to his sensibilities.

“Marcus..!” Violet chastises softly.

“What? All l know, my love, is that she was a tad conceited for someone who makes their living dancing on TikTok,” he comments drily. 

“Well, he has a nice girl now,” she dismisses, smiling benevolently and grabbing your hand, squeezing it gently. 

There’s that lump in your throat again.

“So, did you-- did you steal him from Siena?” Hyacinth’s face is impish and gossip-hungry as she flops onto the seat next to you, raising an eyebrow.

“l bet it was love at first sight.” Victor smiles at you avuncularly. “l have a sense about these things.”

“Grandpa, let her speak,” Hyacinth whines, rolling her eyes.

“She is telling it.” he counters, shooting you a wink. “l bet he picked you up in that Aston Martin.”

“What was it about him that first caught your attention?” Violet asks, looking almost doe-eyed. You can tell she is a romantic soul, and you have to answer without artifice.

“It was his, uh, smile,” you admit, your tone wistful as you recall the first time you saw it, knowing your cheeks are heating.

“His teeth are fake,” Gregory chips in, looking up from his phone for the first time.

“No, they aren't,” Violet hushes him before turning her attention back to you, her hazy blue eyes so expectant, willing you to go on.

“Well, um…” 

You feel your heart thumping as all of their attention is on you now—his whole family, a loving, spirited, close-knit bunch. You find yourself again not wanting to lie. You will just have to be vague. 

“We saw each other, and, um, he smiled. And, well, l knew that my life would just never be the same…”

You are mildly impressed with your own ability to fudge the details, but then your dreamy look whenever you think of him undoubtedly helps. They all smile and settle back into their chairs, seemingly happy with your answer. You take a sip of your lukewarm tea and stare up at the tiny TV hanging from the ceiling in the corner, silently playing The Snowman, and you swallow hard.

How on earth am I going to tell them the truth now?

—

It's 6pm by the time you get back to your flat, an hour’s walk away from the hospital. There’s no Tube or buses on Christmas Day. Despite the dreary cold, you actually think the long walk helped. It gave you time to decompress from the most dramatic Christmas Day you’ve ever had. But it got you no closer to working out what you can do to tell Anthony’s family the truth. You feel you have to tell them but have no idea how to even broach the subject now.

Alby is in the hallway when you open the door, a novelty Santa hat perched on his head, the smell of food and the sounds of a dispute leaking out from the doorway to his flat. He had mentioned his dad’s relatives would be coming over to keep him company on his first Christmas alone. He, however, appears to be attempting to glue the hallway table back together. 

“Escaping for a few?”

Your guess startles him from his reverie, but he looks inordinately pleased to see you.

“Y/n! Happy Christmas! There’s some big argument about the best way to roast potatoes,” he rues. “So I thought it best to deploy myself elsewhere.”

He gestures to the table. The fixed leg looks, well, not great. Botched really. It’s definitely uneven now. 

“What do you think?”

You don't have the heart to be truthful.

“It looks as good as Christmas Day…” you offer opaquely, aiming for breezy.

“Thanks!” he beams and gives a double thumbs up as you ascend the stairs. 

He doesn't need to know its apt metaphor for the complete shitshow this Christmas Day has been. You can already hear Chairman Meow’s loud protests that you have dared to leave him alone all day.

—

After the delight of Wallace and Gromit over a microwave meal, you head to bed. But it’s a sleepless night of tossing and turning, haunted by sudden flashes of the mugging, imagining awful versions where you are not able to help him. So around 5am, you give up, knowing the buses will start running soon; you throw on your coat and head back to the hospital, something in you needing to see him safe, to know he is being cared for.

The ward is quiet, apart from the rhythmic beep of machines when you arrive. As you get to his room, you leave the door propped open. Collapsing into the chair at his bedside, you watch his handsome face, so peaceful in repose, for a few moments before speaking. 

“Hi. I guess you're wondering what I'm doing here?” you open with an ironic smile before continuing. “Well, l thought l should introduce myself properly. I’m y/n. You might vaguely recognise me; I'm the one who sometimes makes your daily espresso. Anyway, sooooo, a bit of a mix-up. Your family - they are lovely by the way - they think we're engaged. Dunno about you, but never been engaged before. Not sure about this ring?” 

You hold up your bare left hand jokingly and laugh incongruously at the absurdity of the situation before changing tack.

“l came back here to tell you the truth. Yep, I know that's silly because you probably can't hear me. But I couldn't sleep and needed to tell someone. So you are that someone. Lucky you, eh? Anyway, l didn't mean for any of this to happen. I just wanted to check you were okay after the mugging. And then things all went a bit pear-shaped. Still not quite sure what happened myself, if I’m honest, but… here we are. Y’know, if you had any inkling of self-defence, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Sorry. Not blaming you. But, okay, well, I sort of am…”

You reach out to pat the back of his hand reflexively in apology for your gallows humour, but you linger. His skin is so soft and warm under your fingertips. It's been a while since you touched a man’s hand, and it makes something jolt in your gut. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep after a crazy day, or maybe it’s just something about him, a sudden compulsion to tell him more about yourself. 

“I guess I’m like so many people my age: still confused about where my life should be. Trying to be a filmmaker, but that is not really going anywhere, as you can no doubt tell from my stellar barista skills.”

You chuckle sarcastically and sit back in the chair, crossing your legs.

“I can’t really complain. My life is not bad. l have a cat, Chairman Meow; he's the best animal in the world, and I will accept no evidence to the contrary. I have the aforementioned job, which just about covers the heating bill and my Deliveroo addiction. l have a flat all to myself thanks to some inheritance. Which means sole possession of the remote control - very crucial. It's just... well…”

You pause, not sure you should voice it, but seem unable to stop the truth from spilling out.

“If you tell anyone this, I will have to kill you, but… okay, yes, I'm a little lonely. I’ve never met anybody that l could laugh with, share the sofa with, hell even the remote with. Just sitting together in a happy silence? I want that. That person who just… knows you…”

The wistfulness has you staring at his long, dark lashes, almost willing his eyes to open.

“Now all that person has to do is dump the perfect dancer that they are with,” you jest pointedly, recalling the Siena his family mentioned earlier. “And realise that you are, in fact, the one that they just want to be, well, boring with.”

That last line gives you the mortifying realisation of how ridiculous you sound, even to yourself, talking to a comatose man predawn on Boxing Day. You definitely need some sleep.

“Have you ever been so alone you spent Christmas confusing a man in a coma?” You deadpan as a parting line, deciding it's best to leave this poor man and his family alone. You can just be a strange anecdote they talk about for years to come: the unknown woman who turned up on Christmas Day claiming to be his fiancee and then just disappeared. 

But as you stand up and pull on your coat, what you do not see behind you in the doorway is Agatha Danbury, a look of understanding washing over her face. 

She heard every word you said.

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[chocochipsushi]

𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭?

SFW

🌸Word count: 600 words

🌸AU: your soulmate wore your Hello Kitty shirt by accident and now he doesn't want to return it

🌸Pairing: Toji x reader, SatoSugu

🌸A/N: I got the idea from this fan art that I saw and I just HAD to write this scenario!!! While writing it I thought it would act so well as an epilogue for the soulmate au!Toji piece so I decided to make it a series-ish.

<< Prequel, Part 1

“Who’s that?” Toji grumbles into your hair. 

The doorbell rings once more. You nudge his arm that is around you and mumble sleepily, “Toji, you go.”

The doorbell rings again. Groaning, Toji reluctantly gets up, extracting his arms from around you. You hear him pick up a shirt as he leaves the room. 

You’re about to fall back to sleep when you hear a screeching laughter and a bang. You’re jolted awake, so suddenly that you force yourself to get up out of bed. You stumble upon the closest clothing apparel and wear it, letting it engulf you. You leave your room haphazardly, wearing a shirt that is definitely not yours. 

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and notice belatedly that you have guests streaming into your apartment, namely Satoru and Suguru. They’re doubling over in laughter, almost falling to their knees as they take their shoes off. 

You’re listless as you watch them guffawing and crying, wondering what on earth they’re on about, until Toji shuts the door and turns around scratching the back of his head. The tight shirt he is wearing rides up and shows off his abs, catching you off guard. You blink again and scan your eyes slowly over his body, noticing how the sleeves of his top cling to his biceps. Not to forget the stretched out Hello Kitty face on the fabric. 

Once again, it takes you a while to realise that he is wearing your pajama top. It doesn’t help that the two of you had worn a matching set of pink Hello Kitty PJ bottoms you’d bought so Toji literally has on a full complete outfit. 

You clap your hand over your mouth to try to hide your smile. Toji narrows his eyes on you. He stares down at his pecs and starts pulling on the shirt. When he realises what the cause of Satoru’s and Suguru’s laughing fit was, he lets out the loudest, most defeated groan. You giggle behind your palm. 

“I’d thought I was getting bigger,” he grumbles. 

This only throws Satoru and Suguru into another bout of laughter. They’re even rolling on the ground. Toji, surprisingly, doesn't even take the shirt off as he steps over his friends and walks to the kitchen to make some coffee. You can see his midriff from how small the top is. 

Going over to him, you look up at him focusing on making coffee. “Wanna switch, Toji?”

“Hmm?” he hums lazily. 

He places a cup under the drip of the machine and pops the capsule in. Finally, while his coffee is being prepared, he leans his hip against the counter and turns to you. He eyes you up and down, taking in the image of his usually body-hugging t-shirt loose on you, making you look so small and soft and safe. 

He turns the corners of his scarred lips down and shakes his head. “Nah. I like this shirt.”

You give him a look as you try to fight off your laughter. “My Hello Kitty shirt?”

Toji gives you another once over. Messy bed hair, sleepy eyes, pink Hello Kitty pajama pants, and his oversized black t-shirt. “Yep,” he confirms. “You can have my shirt.”

You chuckle and place your hands on his exposed stomach, sliding your palms up his abs slightly as you move slightly closer. You tip your toes and murmur cheekily, “You look so sexy, Toji. You should wear crop tops more often.”

Toji suddenly grabs a fistful of your shirt and pulls you against him, causing you to gasp in shock. Your eyes are wide in surprise as you gape at him. Then you receive a smack to your ass. He leans down so his lips are by your ear and says, “Now you know why I can’t keep my hands off you for more than a minute.” 

You feel your face flushing with embarrassment and you know he can feel the heat radiating off you because he turns and gives you a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. He moans when he gives you a squeeze to your ass, always enjoying the feel of your tender flesh in his hands. As he moves away with his hand still fondling to your bum, his other one picks up his ready cup of coffee. He stares at you over the rim of his cup as he takes a sip. 

“Want me to make you some tea, baby?” he asks gruffly. 

You shake your head shyly. He hums and leans in to leave a chaste, coffee-scented kiss on your forehead before he stops touching you to go over to the kitchen island. He rests his cup and palms on the marble top as he peers over the other side to watch his friends lying on the ground, no longer laughing, now catching their breaths. 

“Coffee?” 

At Toji’s voice, the two men look up at him, only to drop their gazes to his ridiculous shirt, and they are sent into another endless loop of laughing and chortling. 

“Get out,” Toji finally snaps, having had enough of their mockery. 

<< Prequel, Part 1

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[shojosparkle]

Youth - Lee Know x Reader

Tags: Volunteer AU, One-Shot, Bingo Night, Meet Cute, Gender-Neutral Reader, Youth AU, Fluff

Cross-posted on AO3

Word Count: 1,152

Top Gif By: @jasminedtookes

Hosting bingo night at the senior center was one of your favorite activities. While other volunteers scoffed and rolled their eyes mumbling something about it being boring, you were always the first one to add your name to the sign up sheet. You loved seeing everyone so excited, and the anticipation crackling in the room as you called out numbers. Sure, it was technically gambling, but hey who were you to judge what people did in their old age.

It was great for the residents too, they often had too much free time on their hands, letting depression sink in to their weary spirits, but on Bingo night they were sure to brighten up with wide smiles and laughter all around. This bingo night was going to be different though, and it wasn’t just because there was a change in atmosphere.

You, for once, hadn’t been the first to sign up to work Bingo night. One of the new volunteers, Lee Minho if you read his signature correctly, had signed his name in bold letters at the top of the sign up sheet. When you had seen it, your face had lit up, maybe you wouldn’t be the only one who enjoyed bingo night anymore. Besides, any positive company was always welcome in your opinion. You’d turned around to find him and introduce yourself, but not knowing what he looks like, and being in a room full of fellow volunteers, you fell short.

So, here you were, tapping your foot excitedly as you organised boxes and waited for your new partner in crime to show up. The clock seemed to tick slower by the second as you double checked the supplies and realised you were missing a box. Counting again: 1, 2, …., 19; yep you were definitely missing a box. Sighing at the oncoming headache that would definitely be coming your way soon if you could find this box, you turn to make your way out of the room only to feel a flash of pain as you run into something and hit the ground.

Blinking, you realise that it wasn’t so much something as it was someone. A guy your age in fact, he looked a little lost, as if he wasn’t quite sure what all was going on and it finally clicked- this was the guy who must’ve volunteered a head of you. And, by some miracle, he was carrying the same box that you had found was missing from storage.

“Sorry,” you start out as you get up and offer him a hand, “I really didn’t see you there.”

He accepts your hand a little reluctantly, and stands, brushing himself off. “It’s fine,” he assures you, “I couldn’t really see where I was going either.”

That’s right…the box. The box that you had run into and spilled its contents all over the floor. You begin to quickly pick up all the spilled bingo balls, trying to make sure and count that you have all of them as the man in-front of you assists.

“I’m y/n,” you offer as you go back to counting, having realised you hadn’t introduced yourself yet.

“Minho,” the man offers bluntly, more focused on the task at hand than introductions.

That one stung a little, you admit. You had been so excited to meet him and he just seems kind of…bored at your presence. As if you’re inconsequential to him.

“I know,” you smile trying to shake off your anxiety, “I’m usually the first to sign up for Bingo night, so I was surprised to see someone had beat me to it.”

“Hm,” he hums noncommittally, “does no one else want the job or something?”

You snort as you place the last bingo hall back into the box, “Everyone else has other things they’d like to be doing on a Friday night.”

“Not you though,” he points out as he lifts the box onto the nearby table.

“No, not me,” you agree shaking your head slightly amused. His words weren’t mean or offensive, you’d heard worse from the other volunteers countless times. “Not you either,” you tease with a cheerful lilt.

“I guess you have a point,” he concedes and you see the first hint of a smile from him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was a breath sounding slightly similar to a laugh to go with it. He’s turned away from you, so you can’t really be sure.

“So,” you start out, leaning on a stack of boxes next to you, “what brings you to Bingo night anyways?”

Finally, he turns to face you, and it’s the first look you’ve really gotten of him. He’s gorgeous, and somehow manages to rock the stupid bright green volunteer t-shirt. His hair falls in his face, placed as if it were an art form, his eyes were piercing, and the bright smile on his face seemed to cut you down to your very core. This guy? Volunteering here? He should be modelling somewhere or on a date or something, not stuck on a Friday night calling Bingo numbers for the elderly. You’re so surprised by his appearance, you almost miss his words.

“Is that some sort of a pick-up line or something?” He asks, his brow raised.

Your eyes go wide, mouth open to respond. It was totally not a pick-up line. You’re now wishing you’d come up with something better to say to make this beauty of a man like you. Before you can respond he starts laughing, and in your confusion he explains, “I’m just messing with you. Your reaction was worth it though.”

Your mouth snapped shut as you relaxed, feeling the tips of your ears warm as you turn to unpack the machine you’d use tonight. “I’d hope my pick up lines would be better than that,” you mumble still feeling the need to redeem yourself.

You feel a hand clap your shoulder and when you turn to look, you find him smiling at you, his expression a little gentler than before, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not any better. Bingo on a Friday night was the best thing I could come up with.”

Your brow furrows in confusion as you try to figure out his meaning. Was he saying he was trying to hit on someone using bingo night? Or just that he also has nothing to better to do, so he can’t judge you?

Seeing you confused he steps back a second and elaborates, “Let’s just say there was this really cute person I wanted to talk to who happens to really love running Bingo night.”

Before you can react, he winks, and grabbing a box of supplies for the night, dips out of the storage room. You can hear his footsteps tap almost to a melody as he gets further away.

Smiling to yourself, you grab the next box and take off after him.

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 22) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~Not feeling so superstar today guys, but I'm trying to continue writing whilst I still have the braincell, because you deserve to feel the love from our husband boyfriend~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, grumpy x sunshine. Sexual connotations, consent is sexy, softdom!Will. Faz-Fuck TM

After lunch at the diner, and the best soda floats on that side of the state just like William had promised, he'd taken his time in driving you back to his house. The now familiar gravel drive soothing as his large calloused hand rested on your thigh for as long as it could and his thumb soothed over you gently. Your eyes had closed at some point, and William smiled at your peaceful expression when he realised that you had fallen asleep with him driving, something he took as a large compliment.

Shaking you awake as he parked the car, you grumbled softly at the intrusion into your sleep, making William chuckle as he got out and moved around to your side, carefully scooping you up into his arms and smiling even wider as your arms wrapped around his neck. Planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Somebody just wants to be carried." Whispering softly to you as he carefully made his way to the front door, trying not to disturb you too much as he tried to fish for the correct key in his pocket as you nuzzled into his neck and shoulder.

"I mean, you did save me like a damsel in distress." You teased, keeping your eyes closed as William chuckled and placed another kiss on your forehead, finding the right key and unlocking his front door, kicking it open and dropping the keyring onto the small table in the hallway as he brought you to the couch. Gently laying you down and plumping up some pillow around your head, perching on the edge of one seat, gently brushing some hair from your face as he smiled down at you.

"Well, that might be true. Does this mean I get a reward?" Teasing right back as you hummed and shook your head after a moment. William raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, his large hand gently stroking down over your shoulder and making you shiver. "No?"

"No, you have to kiss damsels on the lips to wake them up." A playful smile on your face as you heard him laugh, his hand wandering down over your stomach and sides in a way that made your heart race in your chest slightly.

"Oh really?"

"Yep, those are the rules."

William thought for a moment before his smile grew and he continued running his hands down your body. But you kept your eyes resolutely shut, even though you could feel him tugging at the belt he'd leant you that morning. His steely eyes focused on your face to watch for any twitch or sign of discontent as he slowly unbuckled it and slid it from your waist, thick fingers working on the buttons. Pausing as he saw a little from on your face.

"Everything okay, bunny?" He asked softly, watching the way your eyes rapidly flickered under your eyelids, threatening to open as you thought for a moment.

"I thought you were going to kiss me on the lips." Afton thought for a moment and leaned forwards to kiss you just besides your lips, teasingly close to actually kissing you, but letting his stubble brush against your skin.

"You never stated which ones you wanted kissed, my beautiful bunny," Keeping his voice low and soft, holding onto your hips, his thumbs running over the curve of your hip bones. "Do you want a normal kiss, or for me to continue?"

"If you want-"

William gently grabbed your jaw and turned your head towards him despite your closed eyes. He loved the way you looked, but he hated that little frown and the way your brow creased when you were upset by something, or at the very least, concerned. Planting a kiss onto the end of your nose and feeling a smile tug at his lips as he sighed.

"Bunny, it isn't about what I want. I asked what you wanted, and you avoided the question."

You thought for a moment, the furrow in your brow increasing slightly before you felt your lip quivering slightly and whispering softly.

"A normal one, please."

He obliged when you told him, placing a soft, almost chaste kiss against your lips. You finally opened your eyes and saw the soft disapproval hidden behind the golden glasses he wore, but the warm smile he gave you as he leaned in to kiss you again washed away any worries you had. Lips moving together softly in that familiar rhythm that you had both found since that first kiss in the parts and services room at Freddy's whilst you sat on the workbench. One of his large hands slipped to the back of your head as he carefully laid his chest against yours, letting you feel the reassuring weight of his body against yours before the kiss broke and your eyes fluttered back open.

"My love, my heart, you are allowed to not want the same things as me at the same time." He soothed, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he gazed at you adoringly.

"But I thought....Thought that it was a done thing..like..I had to-"

"Bunny, if I find out I have ever made you feel like you had to go through with something I want; there's a gun cabinet in the basement, I want you to shoot me with what's inside."

"William!"

"Apparently, I wasn't very clear last night when I said we could stop at ANY time, bunny. I know I'm a big scary old man." You scoffed at that and he smiled, watching you roll your eyes at him and giving him a soft smile.

"You're hardly scary, or old. Big, yes." You retorted, making William smile as he pulled up your legs and sat down properly before he made you yelp by pulling you into his lap so you could lay against his chest. Cradling you against his broader chest as he put his chin on your head.

"Well apparently you were so frightened of me the first time we met, you had to check that I was not some intruder breaking in and working unpaid." You groaned at the memory and felt your cheeks heating up as William chuckled and kissed your head, watching you hide your head in your hands in embarrassment before he gently pulled them away so he could see how pretty you were.

"You aren't going to let me live that down, are you?"

"Not as long as I live. I think it's cute."

"God that's so cringey to think about."

"Maybe, but it's still funny. The point you've masterfully distracted yourself from, bunny, is that I love you, and I would never want to do something to you that you didn't want. Whether it's sexual or not. You are in control of your consent, would you touch me if I didn't want it?"

"Of course not!"

"The same applies to you. Physical affection isn't a reflection of our love, it's a component of it." William explained softly, peppering you with soft kisses across your forehead and the top of your head too. "Understand?"

"Yes sir." Afton sighed at your playful reply before wrapping you up in a bear hug and falling to one side, making you gasp at the moment of free-fall before you both 'thwumped' into the soft cushions of his couch, feeling his thick fingers stroking your hair and lulling you into relaxing more against him as the other hand temporarily abandoned you and reached for the TV remote, turning it onto some movie channel that seemed to be playing a horror-comedy.

"Let's just chill out, my darling little bunny, I'll order us take-away tonight."

"Isn't that-"

"Shush, I want to spoil you. Remember, I'm a dad who can provide for you." You giggled at the memory of when he said those words to you, turning your head and giving his stubbly cheek a kiss before turning back to face the TV.

"DILF."

"Pardon?"

"You're a DILF and a DWCP."

"....Are...are you having a stroke?" The comment made you burst out laughing and you squeezed William's arm tighter around you, making the older man bury his face into your neck and nuzzle in affectionately. Shaking his head and planting kisses against you as he held you against his body.

All was right again, and the memory of anything going wrong with your day seemed so far away already as you cuddled with the man you loved.

The rest of the day had been uneventful, William had ordered from a Thai place that you didn't even know delivered to Hurricane and the food had been eaten with laughter and exploring new things as William insisted on feeding you things that you hadn't tried before to see how you liked them. And you had fallen asleep together curled up in his large bed, happily pressed against his broad chest and you held onto him like a lifeline, which made the older man quite happy that he had even more excuses to cuddle you to sleep.

But the peace had been disturbed by the sound of loud knocking against the front door, making you both jump as you looked at each other, confused for a moment before it started up again and William reached for his glasses on his bedside table. Putting them on and wiping his hands over his face as he kissed your forehead and padded down the stairs. You groaned at loosing your own giant cuddle partner and wrapped yourself back up in his sheets, inhaling deeply and keeping your eyes closed as you tried to go back to sleep, figuring it was far too early for it to be anything but somebody on their death-bed.

Suddenly, you heard the door slam downstairs and your eyes opened up. Blinking away any traces of sleep as you heard William talking downstairs, deciding that you needed to get up to use the bathroom anyway, you made sure you were decent in his oversized t-shirt and a pair of what you were pretty sure were his boxers before sorting yourself out and then heading down the stairs.

"Hi!!" You heard your name being called with childish excitement as you were rushed by a head full of blonde hair. Wrapping your arms around Vanessa as you realised that it was Afton's daughter that had arrived.

"Hey you! What're you doing here?" You crouched down to ask, keenly aware that you were in her dad's clothes as you felt your cheeks flushed and looked over her shoulder up at William, who was rubbing his face with his hands. Looking incredibly fine in his tight t-shirt and sweatpants that seemed to be his go-to aside from work clothes.

"Vanessa needs to stay here a few days, apparently her mom....has other commitments." You could hear the barely contained anger at the situation in his voice, but you looked at the cute kid in front of you and knew that he loved her dearly, and you grinned at her as she hugged you before bouncing excitedly.

"Well, that sounds like a girls day to me! How about I get dressed, and I can go to my place and pick up some make-up and we can do arts and crafts and make-up? Does that sound fun?" You asked, watching Vanessa's eyes go wide before she squealed excitedly, jumping up and down in your arms before turning and looking at her dad for his approval. William simply smiled at her and shrugged.

"I need to finish fixing that arcade machine anyway, so if you two want to have a girls day..."

"THANKS DAD, YOU'RE THE BEST!!!" The small blonde flung herself at William and knocked him slightly from his feet, but he recovered quickly and groaned as he picked her up with a smile. Hugging her tightly to him as he shooed you upstairs to get changed whilst Vanessa babbled happily about how she was going to make you look very pretty, not that you weren't pretty already.

You decided to put on the dress you had worn to the date you had originally been on, brushing your hair and making sure you had the necklace that William had given you on, as well as your silly purple plastic bracelet before heading back downstairs and taking over Vany to allow William to get dressed.

"DAD! You're supposed to have your bracelet on too!" Vanessa whined, making you laugh as she held onto your hand and looked at the bracelet, William throwing his hands into the air in defeat as he headed for the stairs.

"I'm putting it on! Calm down, Vanny, or I won't let her play with you." He warned, but the tone was far too playful and the small child knew it. Giggling as she clung onto you and you smiled down at her, kneeling down to save your back as you picked up the small child and gave her a big grin.

"Well then, how are your make-up skills little miss Afton?"

"Mummy says I'm shit!"

"....Well let's not use that word again, but practise makes perfect!" You sighed internally, eye twitching somewhat as you were handed your first real opportunity to play home-maker with the man you loved and his adorable kid.

[crowleysgirl56]

We’re in the end game people. Danny Motta’s react to Good Omens Season 2 episode 5 is up. My favourite highlights of his reaction below the cut!

- First off the bat, Danny being angry that there’s a Doctor Who reference. Boo Danny! Boo, I get you don’t like Doctor Who. But also funny comparison that Doctor Who is a direct competition to this show. Yes that’s fair.

- Danny’s double take realisation that David Tennant was in Doctor Who was fucking hilarious. Then him trying to work out if Crowley is David Tennant or if he’s an actor in this universe and how does it work.

- I cannot explain Danny doing a sketch about Crowley doing nice things and then telling people he’s not nice. It’s something you have to witness and man it was SUPER funny.

- “Jim looks like Ron Weasley about to make Hermione cry at the Yuletide ball” 🤣

- *cups Danny’s face gently in my hands* Danny. Sweet summer child. My dear sweet boy. Mrs Sandwich’s establishment is a brothel and the seamstresses are sex workers. Dear sweet child.

- Danny squeeing over Aziraphale’s face when he asks Crowley to dance. Correct response Danny!

- Every single adorable cute reaction over Jimbriel! Especially when Jim goes outside in the giant flamboyant coat. The best.

- Danny, it’s been five episode now! Nina is the brunette and Maggie is the blonde! 😖

- I love his reaction to Aziraphale’s line about Crowley rescuing him makes him so happy. Also correct.

- “Don’t like how you emphasised Come. Don’t think it’s something you do quietly Crowley.” Spit take. Yep. Yep that’s fair.

I love how at the end of the video Danny sings the praises of Aziraphale and how much he’s enjoying his character this season. I love that. But I’m super curious to see what his reaction is going to be towards Aziraphale after the final 15 next week. Well, one more to go people. Let’s see how he takes it.

[lifea16]

Mastermind live thoughts [Spoilers below cut]

The animation is amazing like oh my god! 💕

Ah, gonna be the Stolas trial I see

Andre stop flirting with your sister

✨Unpaid interns✨

Fuck.. double trial I see

RUN

Be fucking faster

Why do they sound like the cherubs

What is this….?

“Face the music” is honestly a bit too funny

Trailer scene time!

FUCK

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Blitz you don’t deserve to be deadnamed :/

???

Andre what did I just say, stop flirting with her, at some point comphet is cursed

Oh thank Satan (?) that Blitz actually defended himself against the possibility he forced himself onto Stolas

Candle head in Wrath?

Vassago bilingual? And he here!

Don’t you wanna take Stolas down first??

Yep.. they are claiming Blitz S/A’d Stolas in the trial. Fuck. At least hopefully the Blitz antis will realise they’re wrong in the episode

Bestie (/s) I think you got Blitz and your sister’s names confused. Put Stella on trial coward

Grimour, Stricker

You tell them Blitz!

Poor Mox :(

Go off Bea!! /pos

Yep you too Ozz! Tell ‘em

Mammon aren’t you Ace?? Don’t you want not to be fucked??

Satan looks a lot more like a Candlehead than I would’ve thought

How is this not the finale?? AAAA

Well shit….

Yay! Classism!

Poor Fizz, seeing your best friend (?) almost get executed live on TV! TF

Blitz sacrifices himself (tries to) <//3

(My hc) “Bitches (Blitz) say “I wanna die” like a broken record, but when you almost get executed on live tv, you shit yourself

Stolas save your future boyfriend now!!!

Go off Blitz! Tell ‘em off on their classism

As much as I understand not liking racial coding, .. Blitz and imps in general especially in this episode are very POC coded, with a lot of he’ll just being racist

</3

No Blitz don’t accept your fate 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Stolas ex machena please please please please

😭😭😭😭😭😭

Why Blitz must you care so fucking much about your family and if I could cry I’m pretty sure I would be by now

The screencap I paused on is so pretty.. To bad it’s Blitz getting executed (And almost made me wanna cry) or I’d make it my banner

Aaaaa

Fuck yes Stolas!!

Blitz is saved !! ✨⭐️💕

Boyfriends protecting eachother 💕

Yay! Songs! <3

XD “half a brain”

“Some kind of Mastermind-“ roll credits

Stolas I know you’re dealing with rascists but please don’t act like that with Blitz rn ur doing a regression and I hope it’s an act

Nevermind lol kinda

Yep. This is a clear racial allegory. No hiding it now

Fancy ahh reveal Stolas

Also we just shifted the “I’ll sacrifice for my loved ones” horse to Stolas instead of Blitz

Stolas ur an idiot too

Fuck yes! Romantic ish Stolitz duet part!

No Blitz you fucking deserve to live <333

And I’m back too “if only tears could fall” again.. Please Blitz take his sacrifice and save him after that till the system breaks and you two will be free

Either death or.. whatever happened last two episodes

Shit

Where is Lucifer? Just because Luci’s in his depression era doesn’t mean you are the ruler of hell Satan

Oh nevermind

The sins have existed before Luci fell. Interesting

Blitz is so defensive over Stolas and his life ahh 💕😭

Step 1: *Panic* , Step 2: “Wow this is a sturdy door”

Blitz is being silly but not swearing so he must be concealing his emotions again

<33 Group hug <33

Are we starting some weird chain now (Octavia was now alerted and running for Stolas)

Or not..

Poor Via </3

Loophole! Also more racism allegory!

Banishing him is actually a decent idea (for once)

Ohhh Andrealphus just wants power. Honestly I should have figured sooner lol

If this is Mastermind then what the actual fuck will Sinmas be (unless it’s another Queen Bee situation)

100 years.. So have a relationship with Blitz and once that’s done go back to royalty! Sounds great!

..wait are we getting imp Stolas

Nevermind lol. Just hatless

He will enjoy very much

Ooh!~ Our theories were right! (Stolas must also learn classism the hard way for a bit)

So the white pupils are permanent now

<3

OMG Blitz hero! Yay!!! <3

<3333

Blitz is at an all time high and Stolas is at an all time low.. interesting

<33333

So.. are they immediately dating now?

THIS WAS ALL SO AMAZING!! Favourite episode now!

[alohajun]

♡ SHADOW — KIM MINGYU

mingyu x fem!reader | wc : 0.5k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, established relationship, fluffity fluff, swearing, playful teasing | loki’s lines : atp i don’t have an excuse maybe i am a seventeen writer at heart

silence. absolute pure silence.

it was pin-drop silent as mingyu walked into your shared apartment, brows furrowed in worry at the lack of noise.

you said you were home, but why is it so silent? were you sick? were you okay?

all sorts of worrisome questions ran through your boyfriend's head as he took off his shoes, wondering what had happened.

and that was when he heard it.

“oh my fucking goodness, what the actual fucking fuckity fuck of a thirst trap is this?!” you screamed, staring at the video you had just received on your phone.

mingyu's soul left his body upon hearing your scream, quickly rushing to your room to see what was the issue.

“babe–”

“you are telling me that is kim mingyu?!” the male paused in his tracks, standing near the doorway as he listened to you talk to someone over the phone. “dude, you are joking.”

jinny laughed, finding her best friend's reaction hilarious. “i'm being for real. his fancam has been trending everywhere,” she commented.

mingyu raised his brow in confusion, wondering why his girlfriend and her best friend were talking about a fancam of his.

stay with me 어느 순간에도.

kim mingyu smiled upon hearing his voice, realising which fancam you were screaming about. it was a clip from their “be the sun” tour in jakarta.

the rain really took the cake, he thought to himself.

“how many more times are you gonna watch it?” jinny questioned, hearing the same lyric around ten times in the past minute.

“as long as it takes me to believe this is mingyu,” you muttered in awe, hitting replay once again.

“y/n, that really is mingyu!”

“you are telling me i'm dating him?! i'm dating the rain-soaked deep-voiced thirst-trapping guy in this video?! that's my mingyu?!”

mingyu peeked into your room, grinning ear to ear. “yep, the one and only, truly yours,” he announced, bowing mockingly.

a quiet gasp left your lips, the disbelief only doubling when your best friend hung up, leaving you to fend your actions alone.

“exactly, how much did you hear?”

mingyu chuckled. “as much as i needed to hear,” he replied, smile widening when your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“ah,” you whined. “forget about it. you heard nothing!”

“don't do that, babe.” mingyu joined you on the bed, easily pulling you into his embrace. “it makes me happy when you say things like that.”

you raised your brows, looking skeptically. “me fangirling over your fancam is not cringy at all to you?” you inquired.

your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully. “i fanboy over you every day, my love. do you find that cringy?” he stated, as if it was the obvious.

“no, of course not! it’s your way of showing your love and i love that.” kim mingyu raised a brow knowingly, smiling adoringly when you realized your own words. “oh … i see.”

“i love you, y/n … especially when you are fangirling over an actual fucking fuckity fuck of a thirst trap of mine.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Double Fault

@wolfstarmicrofic August 15, word count 912

Previous part First Jegulus part

Sirius had been booted out of the kitchen by Remus. There were customers waiting, and he didn’t have the luxury of hiding away. So he came back out warily, ensuring that he gave James and Regulus’s table a wide berth. 

The morning rush began to quiet down and Remus came out from behind the counter, bringing a coffee for himself and refills for James and Regulus. He sat down with them and began to have a loud conversation with Regulus. Sirius saw it for what it was immediately. Remus had that mischievous look he only got when he wanted to unleash a bit of chaos into the world. 

“You look exceptionally clean if you don’t mind me saying,” He caught Remus saying to Regulus. Yep, he was definitely baiting him. Sirius took a deep breath and went to clear the tables in the far corner. 

“Oh, yes, the shower at my friend’s flat is outstanding, with plenty of room and perfect pressure. James and I could have had twice as many shower partners in with us and still had room.” Regulus had raised his voice, so there was no escaping the conversation. Sirius shuddered as he swept spilt sugar off the table and into his cloth. 

“Really? Sounds like a very well-thought-out space. I may join you next time if it really is that spacious.” He felt his eye begin to twitch with Remus’s response. The man with the rat phone case was back again. He was very interested in something on his screen when Sirius asked him if everything with his meal was alright. The man had squeaked out a yes and jabbed his fingers at the screen again when Sirius moved onto the next table. 

“Evan and Barty would love that. But just a warning, they are looking for a third,” Sirius saw red. It was as if there was a double fault line beneath his feet as his body began to shake with rage. 

"Twice! Twice you’ve been in here. I haven’t seen you for five years. You come back and the first thing you do is steal my best friend, and now you’re trying to set my boyfriend up?! Nope, you can go straight back to that house of horrors you call home!” He screamed across the small space. His regulars were used to him by now. He swore some of them came in just to see if he’d go off on one. Regulus muttered something quietly that he didn’t catch, and he watched as James wrapped a protective arm around him. 

“Hey, Sirius, stop, yeah,” James said seriously. But Sirius could taste victory. Regulus wasn’t going to win this time. 

“No, he can’t just come here and upset everything then go back to Mumsie and Dadsies as if nothing happened.”

“Hey, sweetheart, let’s stop, yeah. James and Regulus are going now anyway.” Remus tried to soothe him and began to usher him back towards the kitchen away from them. 

He watched as James took Regulus’s hand and led him towards the door. He’d never realised how small his brother looked. 

“Yeah, go on then, baby brother, go on home to your precious mummy and daddy.” He sneered, going for the kill. 

“I can't, they kicked me out,” Regulus choked out, fighting back tears as he spun his head around to look at Sirius. 

Every drop of rage he was feeling evaporated instantly. He’d done it. He’d told them, and they’d thrown him away as though he was nothing. He couldn’t believe it. Regulus had done everything they’d ever wanted him to do. He was their perfect son, and they couldn’t just let him have this one thing for himself? Well, he has me, he thought stubbornly.  

Sirius walked purposefully across the café and wrapped his arms around his little brother. He wasn’t about to let him feel the way he had when he’d left that house. 

“I’m so sorry, Reggie,” He murmured into his hair. Holding him close. By the time Regulus had relaxed into the hug, he’d made a decision. “There's a flat upstairs, above the café. It’s yours if you want it,” It was just going to waste after all and, at least this way, he knew who’d be up there. Regulus was hardly going to steal all their fancy appliances and sell them to some random dude named Ste. 

“Really? You’d do that for me?” Regulus’s face was a mess, but apparently, he still had some energy to drive Sirius mad. “Even if I take James up there to shag?” Sirius rolled his eyes at the tiny smile Regulus gave him.

“Had to spoil this beautiful moment, didn’t you?” He barked a laugh and ruffled Regulus’s hair to get him back. “Here,” He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the keys to the café. He removed the one for the flat and the one for the side door. He held them up and waved them pointedly. “Do not make me regret this,”

That was the moment James decided was the perfect time to add his own contribution to the Lets Actually Drive Sirius insane fund. He picked Regulus up like a newlywed and headed to the door with his parting comment.

“Come on, love. I want to hear more about this shagging. Sounds fun.” 

The café erupted with cheers. Sirius knew he’d done the right thing, but damn, it was a hard pill to swallow. 

“I’m already regretting this!” He shouted after them. But he didn’t mean it. Not really. 

Next part

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“Stay still or this will hurt much worse.” for Bond maybe patching him up?

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“Hey,” you put a hand on Bond’s shoulder and pushed him back down onto the table, “sit back down.”

“I’ll be fine,” Bond said, “I’ve had worse scratches then this.”

“I’d hardly call this a scratch.”

“I’ve patched myself up before. I do not need you to do this.”

“M sent you down here for a reason. Now let me do my job and take your shirt off.”

“There are easier ways of getting me shirtless.” Bond said with a smirk

“Believe me, this is not something I want to do.”

“Then why do it?”

“Because a) M told me to-“

“And b)?”

“It’s my job, whether I like it or not. Now shirt off.”

You turned your back to Bond as you got your equipment ready. Double O agents were always the worst to patch up. They constantly believed that they could do a better job than you. Part of you was tempted just to let them suffer but you knew that would just cause you more grief in the long run.

“Stay still,” you said firmly, “or this will hurt much worse.”

“Then getting stabbed?”

“I thought this was ‘just a scratch’?”

“You’re the professional Doc.”

“Wow that was almost a compliment.”

To your surprise Bond remained silent during the rest of your time patching him up. It was only when you wiping antiseptic on his sewn up wound that he said,

“Finished?”

“Yep. All done. See, wasn’t too bad was it?”

“I’ve had worse.”

“And I’ve patched up worse. Don’t see why M sent you down here.”

Your back was facing Bond so he didn’t see him tense for half a second. He shrugged on his blood stained shirt and got off the table.

“Thanks again, Doc,” he said, “Don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Continued to bleed,” you said with a small smile, “I’m the fucking life saver here. Don’t know what you agents would do without me.”

You continued cleaning your equipment and for the first time in his professional career Bond hesitated. He wanted to say something. To thank you properly. Maybe a drink or dinner or-

“Are you ok?” you glanced over at Bond when you realised you hadn’t heard the door shut, “You don’t have another injury I need to look at?”

“No.”

“Then why are you still here?”

You gaze softened when he didn’t reply. It was an expression that Bond wanted to see more often. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to be the only one to see that look. To be the person you saw when you woke up in the morning.

But he couldn’t say these things.

James Bond couldn’t tell you how much you really meant to him.

“No reason. I’ll see you around, Doc.”

“Hopefully not too soon.” He heard you call as he once again left alone.

[drconstellation]

"Not Even At Gunpoint!"

Future Echoes of the Past #3

I didn't plan this meta. Well, maybe...just a tiny, weeny bit...I had been keeping a parallel in mind for a while...but not in this context. But it was kind of one of these moments:

Lets start at the beginning.

@beebopboom has been exploring the three magic tricks that appear in the S2 opening sequence recently, and speculating how the third one might appear in S3, and I've been exploring the paintball fight scene at Tadfield Manor in S1E2 and how that relates to the Great War in Heaven that formed Hell, and the events around the Fall. The two topics intersect, as you have echoes of the Bullet Catch magic trick from the 1941 minisode in S2E4 appearing not once but at least twice at Tadfield Manor.

But...then I realised, there's more than one pointed gun. Way more.

I'd always liked this throwback line from Crowley in S2E1, when Nina asks him if he is a bookseller as well:

Who would want to be a bookseller when this could happen to you?

Shadwell, turning up at the book shop in S1E4, disturbs Aziraphale contacting Heaven through the portal (a modified Solomon's magic circle) under the oculus, and breaks in to confront him. The historical implications of Aziraphale's lines here are that before homosexuality was decriminalized in the UK meeting places for such people were often disguised as respectable looking book shops. Which makes Nina's question in S2E1 and Crowley's denial to her all the more...loaded? Ah, well, you can't fool Nina, now, can you?

Anyway, mah point is...Shadwell literally has Aziraphale at gunpoint, er, fingerpoint here. Loaded fingerpoint.

But then, this isn't the first time Aziraphale has had a gun pointed at him. He had one pointed at him in the church in 1941 by the Nazi agent double-crossing Greta. His biggest fear, as always, isn't actually "dying," or standing in front of the guns, its the paperwork that he knows will go with getting a new body from the Ineffable Bureaucracy.

Crowley turns up to rescue him, because he "didn't want to see [him] embarrassed." With a bit of equivocation between the two of them, all the time while at gunpoint from Greta, they team up to save each other.

This was even before we got to the Bullet Catch - his "show stopper!"

Back to Tadfield Manor.

As they enter, Crowley is lined up in the crosshairs.

Er, wait a minute...

Only Crowley is shown this way here, not Aziraphale. He's a target. I'm starting to ask what point in time this is referring to - the present or the past? Both. Yeah, why not both! The work I did in this previous meta in this series showed that Crowley was considered a target for early removal by the other demons-to-be prior to the Fall.

Then they are both shot.

I pointed out Aziraphale gets shot by blue paint, representing Heaven, but its a colour we don't see used again by any one in the fighting to come. But what I didn't talk about was WHERE he got hit - in the back. That's synonymous with treachery. Heaven has stabbed Aziraphale in the back, so to speak. wow. Nice - not.

And Crowley? He gets hit in the heart - just like the Norman/Lucifer parallel on the Yellow Team does a short while later during his "fall" scene - with the red paint, betrayed by the Red Team who represent the management in Heaven.

Seems the Ineffable Bureaucracy wanted both them out of the way during the Great War...it get more and more interesting each time I look closer at it...

So was Aziraphale ever in the crosshairs? Yep.

And, as @vavoom-sorted-art points out, this is a time Aziraphale chooses to pick a weapon, and to fight. He didn't want the simple, safe deception trick with the ropes - he wanted a weapon. He really is much more the warrior than Crowley. Aziraphale, I think your nature as a principality is showing!

Firing that gun made Crowley sick to his stomach, and so did this metaphorical loaded gun - the Book of Life.

As soon as he found out from Beelzebub it was a real possibility of being played he went back to protect Aziraphale. Crowley hates fighting - watch how often he will try shut it down as quickly as possible or try to escape it when he can. To him everyone has free will, and the person picking the fight with the other is imposing their will on them. That's 'not on' in his books.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is still reacting with his ingrained Heavenly instincts - that he should follow his morals because they are 'right,' and more sophisticated weapons add weight to the moral argument. He thinks. Maybe. (Yeah, keep working on that doubt, angel.)

Az: Impressive hardware. I've looked at this gun, its not a proper one at all. It just shoots paintballs. Cr: Don't your lot disapprove of guns? Az: Unless they're in the right hands. Then they give weight to a moral argument. I think. Cr: [laughing] A moral argument? Really? *tosses gun away* C'mon. [Heads into the Manor.] [later, after Crowley changes the paintball guns to real guns...] Az: But there are people out there shooting at each other! Cr: Well -  Lends weight to their moral argument. Everyone has free will, including the right to murder. Just think of it as a microcosm of the universe.

I'll think I'll end this here and leave you with a small montage of the aftermath of all this gun play - everything going up in flames and smoke.

Bring on S3!

If you didn't follow the links in the meta, and want to read the first two in this series, they are here:

#1: The Great War of Tadfield Manor

#2: The Newton/Crowley Mirror-Parallel in S1