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hyuckswoman · 7 months ago

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mark being jealous

« Remind me where you’re going again? » your boyfriend says. you were trying your best to contain your irritation as you probably told him like fifteen times already.

« Mark, you know where I’m going, why do you keep asking me? » you answer getting up from the couch where you guys were sitting watching a movie as you needed to get ready

« just to make sure that you were really going to your high school reunion where the guy you spent your whole high school years being in love with is also there, only handsomer and richer and also just really into you. » your boyfriend says as you sigh.

Yes, your unrequited high school crush was going to be there, yes, he had a glow up, yes he asked you out not long ago so he is into you. But all of that did not matter, you were sure Mark was the absolute love of your life. It frustrated you that he did not understand that whether your old crush was there or not did not matter. you were only going there in hopes to rekindle friendships that you’re grown out of during the past few years

« look, instead of spending your whole evening overthinking what I could possibly be doing there just come with me? I’ve already offered you to come, hell mark I want you to come! I don’t understand why you refuse to tag along but complain about god knows what I might be doing with some random guy I haven’t thought of in years » you say. you probably asked him ten times already over the past two days if he wanted to come but he kept on saying no for some reason

« I don’t wanna be the only guy not from your high school there, I don’t want to feel like the odd one out. » your boyfriend says, is that why he didn’t want to come??

« Mark, literally everybody that’s in a relationship is bringing their partner, which I thought I’d do too because I also want to show you off, like yea that’s my man not yours stay mad you know? » you reply as you hear your boyfriend sigh out of relief « no go get ready I don’t want to be late, I’ll tell you all you need to know about everyone on the way. » you say as mark heads upstairs to get ready whilst cheering because you guys were going to be gossiping

« oh my god y/nnnnnn it’s been a while how are you?? you look so good oh my god definitely had a glow up there » of course. it was typical of meghan (don’t ask just coming up with random names) to give you passive aggressive comments like those, you quickly look at your boyfriend who just gives you a weird look in return « meghan, yea it’s been a while are you still with that one boyfriend of yours or was he also not the one? » you ask. good thing you had grown a backbone throughout the years. it was kind of funny seeing the confusion leave your boyfriend’s face after you said her name, you had mentioned meghan during the debrief and how she wasn’t always the nicest.

« hi y/n, hi Mark it’s great to see you guys, y/n you look as good as I had remembered, Mark I like your shoes. » your old crush, jack (again, random names sorry) says

« oh thanks, Mark helped me get ready that’s why I look extra good, it’s cause he made this outfit with love. » you say in a lighthearted tone. you wanted jack to understand his place as well as give Mark reassurance but you wanted to do that without animosity. I mean you guys just got there.

as you were getting up to refill your cup you looked at Mark smiling at how he was getting along with some people you only recall positive memories of. it was nice seeing your boyfriend mix with the people that represent your childhood. it makes it feel like he’s always been there, and it’s always been Mark and you against the world.

« you look happy » you hear a voice say, as you turn around you see jack (you presumed he also went to refill his cup)

« M am. so much » you reply smiling to yourself knowing damn well that the man who’s currently chatting with your past is the reason for this happiness

« I’m sorry by the way, if I made you feel uneasy, I swear that when I asked you out I didn’t know you were in a relationship. Had I known, I would’ve never asked, I’m not like that you know » he says, you can see him fidgeting awaiting your response

« Honestly it’s no biggie, when I turned you down you were really respectful about it, there’s nothing to blame your behaviour was impeccable, I mean it » you say as you hear him sigh out of relief

« what do you want to drink? I assume you were heading here to fill your cup « he says reaching his hand out for you to give him your cup

« honestly, whatever you’re drinking is fine » you say as you’re handing out your cup

« what have you been to? we haven’t talked in ages » you say trying to make conversation (plus you were genuinely curious as to what he’s been up to)

« I went to law school and graduated early so I’m actually a full-time lawyer at Kirkland & Ellis, it’s been… stressful but fun so far » he answers

« holy shit Kirkland & Ellis?? did you graduate from Harvard?? how the fuck did you get in such a big firm » you ask, this was no small achievement

« Stanford, actually yea I couldn’t believe it either when I got the acceptance letter » he says, you could see him get shy at the praises you were throwing at him

« woah Stanford okay my bad.. righttt I remember now you graduated high school early, oh my god remember when ryan got so mad at you because his girlfriend was really into you so he poured dirty mop water all over you?? that was crazy » you say laughing. you still remember it as if it happened yesterday, it was THE drama of the whole year, people were gossiping non-stop

« dude don’t remind me I had to ride the bus and I stank so bad.. the smell was foul and when I came home my mom yelled at me so much I wanted to die of embarrassment » he says as you guys are both laughing slowly heading back to the group of people (and your man, of course)

You were all smiles and giggles being happy that the situation with jack was sorted out, and you were excited to reassure Mark that he had nothing to worry about because jack was a good man who won’t ever cross your boundaries. That excitement was cut short when you sat back down next to Mark who seemed… off? he wasn’t smiling. And honestly, it looked as if he was pissed but he couldn’t be because there was no reason to…right?

« Mark, jack graduated from Stanford can you believe it?? he even works at like the biggest law firm ever, isn’t it cool? » you say hoping to ease the tension

« yea. that’s cool. congrats » Mark says as jack looks at you and you look back apologetically, why was he acting like that?

« Hey, is something wrong? Did I piss you off or something» you whisper in your boyfriend’s ear

« no. we’re fine. I’m fine » Mark says not even looking at you. Oh. You definitely pissed him off. you decided to sit back and shut up, you didn’t want to piss him off more. what the fuck did you do to piss him off in the first place though?

A couple of hours later, you decided it was time to leave, even though you were having fun Mark wasn’t and you didn’t want him to stay like this. you also hoped you could talk to him if you guys were alone because you still couldn’t figure out why he had been acting so cold with you. if you were completely honest it hurt your feelings and also kind of humiliated you having your boyfriend act like this in front of so many people (that you hadn’t seen in a long time too) when you were gushing about him the whole evening

You guys were on the highway when you decided to break the silence « Alright Mark, what’s up with you? What did I do » you ask facing him

« I don’t know why don’t you ask jack? » your boyfriend says

« huh? What is that supposed to mean? » you say

« I don’t know, I think I might be referring to you laughing your ass off with him in the kitchen or to his fingers lingering on yours for too long as you were handing your cup or even to the ‘Mark jack is so much smarter and richer and he’s so impressive woah’ but I might not be referring to that at all too, who knows man, maybe jack? »

« first of all, don’t talk to me as if I’m stupid. Second of all, just so you know we were talking about how happy you make me and he apologized for asking me out when I’m in a relationship. but you obviously couldn’t know because you preferred to act like a dick towards me basically showing everyone how unhappy you were to not only be here but be with me, but yea you’re right maybe I’ll ask jack » you say turning your back to him facing the window.

you couldn’t believe him. Sure, he was allowed to feel jealous but acting like an ass even though you’ve done nothing to anger him? you were upset at how he treated you

« fuck, you should’ve told me earlier now jack is going to think I’m the biggest asshole ever, I went up to him before he left and basically told him to fuck off » you hear your boyfriend say. Man, he was worried about jack right now??? no fucking way

« right because it makes so much sense to be worried about what a man, that you won’t ever see again by the way, might think of you. » you say hoping the sarcasm is enough to make him realize how stupidly he’s acting right now

« I’m sorry » he answers to which you only reply ok, he was pissing you off

as you guys were coming in the house, Mark decided to break the silence again « I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to project whatever I was feeling onto you » he says

« I understand Mark. The issue doesn’t lie in the fact that you were jealous it’s because of the tone you take whenever you explain to me whatever I did to piss you off. I’m not a child, I’m also not stupid. We’re both grown adults and you have to respect me a little more because hearing your condescending tone pisses me off. I really don’t care if you’re jealous, that’s a boundary I’ll have to respect in the future because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but our relationship will only work if you put in efforts as well. except of course, if you don’t want it to work » you say.

During the rest of the car trip you had calmed down. you thought about the whole thing and decided to just explain your feelings because even though it kinda was a recurring argument, you reminded yourself that despite how perfect he is, Mark is a man, and he forgets.

« I know and I’m sorry. I know I say this every time but I really mean it, I promise I’ll work on my issues with jealousy because man, it gets so bad, like tonight, you weren’t doing anything and I got pissed. so I’m sorry. And I’ll watch my tone. I know I have an issue with communicating my feelings when I’m mad and so I use that tone for it to hurt less but you don’t deserve this. And it’s a personal issue I need to fix instead of putting it onto you. I’m really sorry. I understand if you want me to sleep on the couch for tonight » you boyfriend says apologetically.

You had planned to stay mad at him for like an extra two hours but how could you with this?? It was kind of annoying how he could persuade you so easily. You basically didn’t have any choice but to forgive him right now. It sucked to be in a relationship with a good man.

« Mark I forgive you, it’s really no big deal just watch your tone. Also don’t think I’ll forget tho, when this happens again I’ll beat you up » you say warning him. Yes, you were forgiving him this time but you meant it when you’ll say you’ll beat him up if it happens again, because, it’s kinda crazy the audacity this man has.

« it won’t happen again though, I swear I’ll really work on myself. Soooooo… no couch for me tonight? » your boyfriend asks you while coming closer

« no couch for you tonight. » you answer whilst being engulfed in a hug coming from said man.

Maybe forgiving him was extra easy because you like him so much. Either way, it felt good to be okay with the love of your life.

#mark x y/n #mark lee drabbles #mark x you #mark angst #mark x reader #mark fluff #mark imagines #mark lee #nct mark #nct

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barcaatthemoon · 5 months ago

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Can you do Alexia for “It’s… different. With them, I spent most of my time longing for something that wasn’t even accessible. With you, I simply feel alive.”

I love your little blurbs❤️ They’re how I reward myself for completing tasks at work!

thank you, i've honestly had a lot of fun writing them. it's nice to have something small to get the fic momentum going.

different || alexia putellas x reader ||

it was the simplest things that always caused your feelings to hit you like a truck. alexia hadn't so much as looked your way once she had started to kick the ball around with the children. you knew how important it was for her to bring something worthy back to her hometown. she wanted to make things better and help in every way she could think to.

"i don't think i have ever been so proud of her," eli said, breaking your focus on alexia. you nodded in agreement. this meant the world to alexia. "i know that you do not feel like it, but i am proud of you too. you helped her more than you know, mija."

you had never been good at taking praise, and now was no different. your cheeks heated up with a mix of embarrassment and shame. truthfully, you didn't feel like you had done anything for alexia. this was all her, you had just been her girlfriend for the most part.

"gracias eli." you bowed your head towards alexia's mother.

"i mean it, talk to her. have the big conversations that you are afraid of, nothing bad can come of it. your love is special." it was hard, but you did take eli's advice that night. alexia had brought you back to her childhood home for the night, even if her bed was far too cramped for the two of you to get comfortable.

"you did good today, ale. everybody is so proud of you for this, it's going to be amazing," you told her. alexia smiled as she turned just enough to stare at you in the light coming from her tv. "i wish that i could do something special to help people. sometimes i feel like nothing. i mean, you've had a pretty impressive string of girlfriends."

"you are nothing like any of them, you're different."

"ale, that's not exactly comforting," you chuckled. you knew that alexia didn't mean it like that, so you couldn't help tease her.

"it's... different. with them, i spent most of my time longing for something that wasn't accessible. i didn't know what it was until you came alone. with you, i simply feel alive. all of this, i did it because i felt like i could with you supporting me. don't ever feel like nothing because to me, you are everything mi amor." alexia cupped your cheeks and leaned in to kiss your forehead. you scrunched your face up a bit, only to relax it again after alexia gave you a proper kiss. "now, let's get some rest. i promised the girls i would come to the park bright and early for a pick up game."

#answered #woso x reader #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso blurbs #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader

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annaloveshjp · 2 years ago

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drunk in love

harry potter x fem!reader

word count: 1k

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a/n: another little fluff scenario :)

warnings: slight drinking.

summary: y/n has a little too much butterbeer(?)

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Loud music filled your ears as you entered the crowded Gryffindor common room. Almost everybody had a drink in their hand, or was dancing with someone.

Gryffindor had just won another Quidditch match, which was always the perfect excuse for a party. Harry had invited you even though you weren’t in the same house, but being the boy who lived’s girlfriend has its perks.

“Whataya doin here!?” Ginny Weasley stumbles your way with a half empty cup in her hand.

“Harry invited me!” You shout over all the noise.

“Oh, right!” She remembered, “come on in!”

You smile at the intoxicated teen before making your way further into the common room in search of your boyfriend.

After asking a few people where Harry Potter was and receiving a few “I don’t know” and “want a drink?!” In return, you find your good friend Hermione chatting with Ron by the fireplace.

“Hey, Mione!” You exclaim, relieved to find someone who might know where Harry is.

“Y/N!” Hermione and Ron say in unison.

“Have you seen Harry?” You ask them, ducking suddenly as a Weasley invention flew over your head.

“No, I haven’t,” said Hermione thoughtfully. “Have you, Ron?”

“No, sorry mate,” he said, giving you an apologetic look.

“Okay, thanks,” you muster up a smile as best you can before walking over to an unoccupied armchair and sitting down.

You wonder where Harry could be. maybe in his dorm? It’s fine, he’ll probably be here soon.

But even after waiting ten minutes, still no sign of your boyfriend.

“Want a drink?” Hermione came up to you holding two cups, a sympathetic look on her face.

“Sure,” you take one cup gratefully, the first sip burns your throat slightly. “Firewhisky?”

“Mixed with butterbeer,” Hermione confirms, taking a swig of her drink.

“Tastes nice,” you say before drinking almost all of it in one go.

“Woah woah, slow down,” Hermione chuckled.

You laugh, feeling lighter than before. This drink is magical.

After a few more drinks (more like a dozen), and some dancing later, you now sat on the floor leaning against the wall.

“My head hurts,” you whine like a little kid to no one in particular. “I want my boyfriend.”

You suddenly see someone walking towards you. They crouch down to your level and start talking to you.

“Hey, what happened?” The stranger asked you, their face appeared blurry but you could make out a look of concern on their face.

“I had butterbeer,” you reply, your words slurring slightly.

“How much?” They ask.

“Why do you care?” You question.

“Too much, I take it.” They sigh before lifting you up by the armpits and walking you towards the boys dormitories.

“Noooo I don’t wanna,” you complain, attempting to plant your feet but failing.

“Honey, you need some water, I’m taking you up to my dorm.”

“Hey! Only Harry can call me that, don’t be weird.” You say accusingly.

“Guess what,” the stranger says. “I am Harry.”

You gasp. “Harry? Awww I missed you!” You lean into him.

“I missed you too, Honey. Now, can you walk?” Harry asks you.

“Hmmmm I think so,” you walk, stumbling a bit. He holds your waist as you both walk up the stairs to Harry’s dorm.

Harry shut the door behind him and led you to his bed. He laid you down before taking your shoes off, he then went to the bathroom and returned with a glass of water.

“Here,” he said softly, lifting your head up and tilting the glass for you to drink.

“Thanks,” you mumble before rolling over and planting your face into his pillow.

“You smell nice,” you say, sniffing his pillow.

“You say that a lot,” he chuckled.

“I do?” You ask. “Hm,”

“Mhm,” he hummed in confirmation. “So tell me, what happened earlier?”

“Well, I came into the common room and I couldn’t find you, so I got sad and decided to have some butterbeer, but it wasn’t just butterbeer, it had some firewhiskey, Hermione told me. Then I danced, then I got a headache so I sat down, then you found me, then I thought you were a stranger, then I realized you were Harry, then Harry took me to his dorm and gave me water, then he asked me what happened.”

“Oh, wow,” he says.

“Yeah. Where were you, by the way?” You ask him. “It felt like I was waiting hours.”

“It was only twenty minutes,” he said. “But I was taking a shower,” he pointed to his hair that was dripping onto his now damp t-shirt.

“Oh, right, you get all sweaty after Quidditch,” you say. “But I think it’s hot,”

He chuckled. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome,” you say, snuggling into his blanket.

After a minute, you feel the bed dip beside you. You look over and see Harry laying next to you.

“What are you doing?” You ask him.

“What does it look like? I’m lying with you.” He states.

“But I thought you’d want to go celebrate, you know?” You say confused.

“Nah, I’d rather be with you, and since you’re wasted, I figured it’s best if we don’t go back down there.” He reached out and pulled you closer to him, your head leaning against his bare chest.

“Oh,” you mumble. “I’m sorry for drinking too much…”

“It’s alright, Honey,” he muttered into your hair, stroking it with one hand and holding you with the other. “I like this better anyway,”

You smile and sink into his warmth, both your slow breathing and the muffled noise from the common room being the only sound audible.

“D’you need anything else?” Harry asks you, brushing your hair from your face.

“No, just need you,” you say, turning around and snuggling your face into his neck. “This is good.”

You gave him a few kisses on the side of his neck and on his collarbone. Although you couldn’t see, Harry smiled.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you, Honey.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

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#harry james potter #harry james potter x reader #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader #harry james potter fluff #harry potter imagine

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marsplastic13 · 1 month ago

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'Complicated' (part 20) - Kaz Brekker x reader

Idea - Kaz Brekker hires a prostitute to overcome his touch aversion, and be a better man for Inej, but things take an unxepected turn. Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Prostitute!Reader, (had to use y/n because I'm bad at names) Genre: modern AU, slow burn word count: 5.8k notes: HI EVERYONE! I know I got a bit lost with this story but at some point I felt that we all forgot about it, but some people asked me to continue and I found the time to finish it!! Thank you so much for every interaction in the past months <3

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“Do we really have to do this?” Kaz murmured, still with his eyes closed. His face was buried in her cleavage, where he had slept for the previous hours, inhaling the scent of her cherry-scented body oil.

“Yes,” Y/N laughed at his sleepy voice. “We invited everybody; they will be here in a few hours.”

“Then I can sleep some more.”

The past night, Kaz had been called for an urgent job that went on from 1 am for approximately twelve hours. When he finally got home, he just collapsed in Y/N's arms and was still there, not even changing out of his clothes.

“We have to get things ready,” reminded Y/N, who was starting to get annoyed at being used as a pillow.

“We are the ones that got engaged; they should throw the party for us,” he protested weakly. They invited both of their friend groups over after months of keeping them accurately separated. Kaz felt that disaster was around the corner.

“Sure, baby. But since it's not like that, we have to get up.”

“Nina asked me if she needs to bring something,” he remembered, refusing to move while Y/N tried to shove him away.

“A new liver,” she replied confidently. “Come on, let me get up. I can't feel my arms anymore.”

“How long did I sleep?” he asked, finally moving away.

“Almost four hours,” Y/N stretched her arms, getting up.

“Not enough. You can set up everything alone, right? You're such a strong, independent woman; you don't need me.” Kaz smirked into the pillow, trying to get to sleep again.

He heard Y/N sighing annoyed, “If you're not up in five minutes, I'll test if your PS5 is waterproof.”

“You wouldn't,” he replied with a hint of concern.

“Who knows?” she teased, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and threat.

Kaz groaned, rolling onto his back. “Fine, fine. I’m up.”

Y/N smiled victoriously, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Thank you, love. Now, let’s get this party ready.”

Kaz dramatically got up, dragging his feet and leaning on the kitchen door. He watched Y/N as she bustled around, setting things up. She was already in full party-prep mode, her movements efficient and determined.

“So, is Inej coming?” she asked without looking at him, her voice casual but carrying an undertone of curiosity.

Kaz sighed, replaying his last conversation with Inej. The memory was a fresh wound, his words echoing in his mind. He cursed himself once more for the terrible choice of words he had used to break the news to her. His words always seemed to fail him in front of her.

The memory of her eyes lighting up when he told her that Y/N wasn’t his girlfriend anymore still haunted him. He had realized immediately the poor choice of phrasing and corrected himself, saying they were engaged. But the damage was done. A veil of hurt had passed over her eyes, even though she had quickly masked it with a small smile and said she was happy for them.

“She stayed vague, but I don't think she's coming,” Kaz replied, trying to keep his voice even, though the regret lingered in his tone.

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment, not letting any real reaction transpire. She continued setting up, but Kaz could tell she was processing his words

“My friends are coming over like 30 minutes before yours,” Y/N said, handing Kaz bottle after bottle to set on the table.

“Why?” he asked, puzzled as he arranged the drinks.

“To be already tipsy when your friends arrive and because we haven't seen each other in ages,” she replied with a casual shrug.

“You had dinner together last night,” he pointed out.

“We were used to sharing the shower. Yesterday is ages,” she quipped back with a mischievous grin.

Kaz sighed, a sense of impending doom washing over him. Whenever he was left alone with her friends, there was always at least one who hit on him, just to see him panic. He could already imagine the teasing and the sly comments that would ensue.

“Have you decided what to wear yet?” he asked, trying to shift his focus and curious about her choice. She had been bugging him about it for days, seeking his opinion on various outfits.

“Yes, my engagement ring,” Y/N said with a grin, turning to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Kaz shot her an unamused glare. “Y/N,” he said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.

“All this time and you’re still terrified of me,” she cooed, getting closer to mess with his already messy bed-hair.

“Yes,” he chuckled, a sense of warmth spreading through him despite the playful banter.

Kaz was finishing getting ready when he heard the noise of Y/N's friends entering their house, already screaming excitedly. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for the onslaught. It was a relatively small gathering, just the two of them, Y/N’s ex-roommates, Nina and Matthias, and Jesper and Wylan. They had decided to keep the engagement news between themselves and a few close friends for as long as they could manage.

With a heavy sigh, Kaz reached the kitchen where the girls were already taking shots. The moment they saw him, the screaming intensified. At least they had stopped trying to hug him after one particularly memorable time when all three of them launched themselves at him to greet him, and he had almost had a heart attack on the spot.

“Finally, we thought you were hiding from us,” one of them teased.

“I was,” Kaz nodded, taking a shot from Y/N's hand.

“I want you at your best behavior tonight, please,” Y/N said, locking eyes with each of her friends, her tone half-serious, half-playful. “This party has to end with me and Nina as best friends.”

“Best friends?” Kaz raised a brow, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“At least friends,” Y/N conceded more realistically, “I like her when she forgets about my job and actually talks to me.”

Kaz pulled her closer, pressing her back against his chest. “You’ll be fine,” he murmured in her ear, his voice a comforting rumble.

He knew that she cared about his friends’ opinions, and considering they had definitely gotten off on the wrong foot, Y/N was trying to fix what was fixable. The tension between her and Nina, in particular, had been a point of stress. Kaz admired her determination to bridge the gap, to make amends and build a positive rapport with the people who mattered to him.

His friends arrived all together, and Y/N’s friends quickly pulled them into a chaotic mix of introductions and distributing drinks. The room buzzed with energy as everyone settled in.

“Nina, I love your dress! You look stunning!” Kaz heard Y/N’s enthusiastic voice cutting through the noise.

“Thanks, I bought it saving lives,” replied Nina, her tone matter-of-fact.

Kaz turned to see Y/N's enthusiasm dial down a notch, but she nodded and smiled anyway. “What can I get you to drink? I got that white wine you said you liked.”

If Nina was surprised by her unusual politeness, she didn't show it. “Wine is perfect.”

Kaz released a breath. Maybe it wouldn’t be a total disaster after all.

Music blasted through the speakers, drinks flowed freely. Kaz chatted with Matthias, the only two who managed to avoid being dragged onto the dance floor. Something felt off, though. There was an uneasy sensation in the back of his mind.

“Y/N,” Kaz called his fiancée from the improvised dance floor. She smiled and stumbled toward him, sitting on his lap and taking a sip from his glass, making a face of disgust.

“You don’t like it?” he laughed.

“Only on your lips,” she said, tapping his nose playfully.

“Y/N, where are the neighbors?” Kaz asked, his worried look betraying his concern. She had said she would handle them.

“Who?”

“Y/N, the neighbors.”

Y/N’s lips spread into a wide grin.

“Oh Ghezen, what have you done?” his concern deepened.

“Nothing! I went to politely invite them and they politely refused.”

“And?”

“And nothing, I politely brought them brownies,” she said with a small laugh, avoiding his gaze.

“When did you make brownies?” he raised a brow.

“Grandma’s brownies,” she specified in a guilty whisper.

Kaz’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You gave them edibles? You drugged our neighbors?”

“Drugged is such a strong word, Kaz! They’re just going to get a good night of sleep.” She shrugged, tracing her lips.

“I can’t believe this.” Kaz shook his head, half-amused, half-exasperated. “I didn’t even have time to try them.”

“Oh, so that’s the problem,” she laughed, clearly amused.

Kaz chuckled, pulling her closer.

***

One year later

Kaz was at home, deeply engrossed in the mundane task of emptying boxes from the recent move. After he and Y/N had gotten engaged, the topic of buying a house had come up often, but they kept pushing it off. That was until they stumbled upon a beautiful attic apartment with a spacious terrace. It hadn’t required much discussion—they simply knew it was the one. Without hesitation, they bought it, and now here they were, trying to make it their own.

As Kaz hung up clothes in their shared closet, Cinnamon, their energetic dog, dashed around the house, still exploring the new territory. Though they had moved in a few days earlier, Cinnamon’s excitement hadn’t worn off. Every corner still seemed like a new adventure.

Suddenly, Kaz heard Cinnamon’s barks grow more enthusiastic. The dog darted to the front door, her little paws scratching at the wood in a frenzy of joy. Kaz paused, listening closely, and sure enough, moments later, the door creaked open.

Y/N’s laughter filled the hallway as she greeted Cinnamon, who was practically vibrating with excitement. It was as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. Kaz smiled to himself, shaking his head as he grabbed his cane and made his way out to join them.

When Y/N spotted him, her grin widened even more. She dropped her purse onto the floor, not bothering to properly put it down, and rushed toward him. Without a word, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing her body close to his.

“What’s all this enthusiasm about?” Kaz asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he returned her embrace, holding her close.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with something he couldn’t quite place yet. She fidgeted with her engagement ring, a familiar habit of hers when she was excited or nervous. “I’m done,” she said, her voice soft but full of meaning.

Kaz blinked, not quite understanding. “You’re done?”

“I’m retiring,” she said, her bright smile making her words even more surreal.

“You—what?” Kaz’s eyes widened in disbelief, the words not fully sinking in. “Are you sure?”

Y/N nodded, her smile only growing. She took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently. “Yes, I’m sure. I told my roommates earlier today. It was my last day.”

Kaz stood there, his mind racing as he processed her words. “Are you saying that—”

“We are getting married, love,” she whispered, cutting him off gently before pulling him into a long, tender kiss.

***

Three years later

Kaz sat quietly in a corner, sipping his drink and trying to block out the noise of the children running around. The party was in full swing, filled with laughter, and the chaos of kids playing. It had become a common scene lately—ever since Nina and Matthias started having kids, it seemed like the gatherings always revolved around their growing family. They were already on their third child, and rumors were flying that Nina might already be pregnant again.

This time, it was one of their children’s birthdays, and everyone had gathered for the occasion. From his point, Kaz watched Y/N sitting cross-legged on the carpet, entertaining the birthday girl with a stuffed animal. The little girl’s delighted laughter filled the room, and Y/N’s face was lit up with a warm smile. It was a familiar scene; Y/N was always so good with children, her natural ease with them undeniable.

Jesper, appearing from nowhere, slid into the seat next to Kaz, grinning. “So? When are you going to pop out a little Brekker?” he asked, elbowing Kaz playfully. “You’ve been married for years now.”

Kaz took another sip, shrugging, trying to play it off. “We’re still thinking about it,” he replied, his tone deliberately nonchalant.

Jesper nodded toward Y/N, who was now lifting the birthday girl into her lap, spinning her around while the child giggled uncontrollably. “Look at her, man. She’s great with kids. You have to give up and have one already.”

Kaz’s lips pressed into a thin line as he muttered, “We’ll see.”

But the truth was, they’d been trying. They’d started trying for a baby not long after Y/N had left her job, both of them quietly optimistic. At first, they brushed off the lack of success, chalking it up to stress from wedding planning and the whirlwind of their new life together. But after months of no results—no pregnancy scares, no missed periods—they couldn’t ignore it anymore. Each month, Y/N’s cycle came right on schedule, a reminder of the growing distance between them and their hopes of starting a family.

Eventually, they had faced the possibility that something was wrong. It took time, and a lot of courage, but they finally decided to see a doctor. They sat in the sterile office, hands tightly clasped together, waiting for answers. And then the doctor’s words hit like a punch to the gut.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t have kids— they could, just not with each other. Kaz’s sperm quality wasn’t optimal, and Y/N’s body, while healthy, wasn’t responding in a way that made pregnancy likely for them. The doctor had explained that Y/N might get pregnant if Kaz had healthier sperm, and that Kaz might be able to father children with another woman. But together? Their chances were close to non-existent.

The devastation was immediate. Right outside the doctor’s office, Y/N had broken down in his arms, her sobs heavy with disappointment and grief. Kaz held her as tightly as he could, his own heart breaking alongside hers, but he tried to soothe her the best he could. “We still have options,” he had whispered into her hair, “We’re young. There’s always adoption.”

But as the days passed, and they talked long into the nights, Y/N made a difficult decision. She wasn’t willing to go through the physical and emotional toll of IVF with such slim chances. The process was too invasive, the odds too low, and they both feared the heartbreak of trying and failing. It was a decision made out of love and self-preservation, one they agreed on, but it didn’t make it any less painful.

Over time, they learned to move past the sadness. They embraced their childless life, filling it with things they loved—spontaneous weekend trips, lazy mornings in bed, late-night adventures, and the freedom to live on their own terms. The pain still lingered beneath the surface, but they found solace in each other and in the life they were building, even if it wasn’t the one they had originally imagined.

They hadn’t shared the full story with their friends. It was still too raw, too personal. But for now, they were comfortable in their decision, finding joy in the quiet moments they shared. Watching Y/N laugh with the children at the party tugged at something in Kaz’s chest, but it wasn’t the same aching sorrow it once was. It was softer now, a bittersweet acceptance of what was and what could never be.

***

Fifteen years later

Kaz was pacing back and forth in the living room, his mind racing as he glanced at the clock. Y/N was late. She should've been home by now. He had called her a dozen times, but each attempt went straight to voicemail. Every unanswered ring only deepened his worry, a knot forming in his stomach. He didn’t like this—something felt wrong.

Finally, on what must have been the fifteenth call, someone answered.

"Love, where are you? I'm—" Kaz started, but a man's voice cut him off on the other end of the line.

"Mr. Brekker?" The unfamiliar voice made Kaz freeze.

"Y-yes?" Kaz’s heart began to pound, a creeping sense of dread overtaking him.

"Mr. Brekker, your wife was involved in a serious accident. She's currently in surgery at St. Vaska’s Hospital. You should come immediately."

For a moment, Kaz stood frozen in place, his mind reeling. The world around him seemed to blur, his thoughts racing ahead, but the urgency in the man’s voice brought him back to the moment. Without hesitation, he grabbed his keys and flew out of the apartment, leaving everything behind.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Kaz’s mind was eerily blank, functioning only on autopilot. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white, but his thoughts refused to settle on anything concrete. Every second felt agonizing, like he was teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t control.

When he finally arrived at the hospital, the sterile lights and hurried movements of the staff did nothing to ease his anxiety. They guided him to a waiting room near the surgery wing, telling him it would be some time before Y/N was out of surgery. He sat down, but sitting felt impossible. He stood, then paced, then sat again—repeating the same motions over and over, trying to keep his fear at bay. Hours passed, each minute dragging on like an eternity.

He considered calling Alice a few times, but quickly dismissed the idea. She was already dealing with her own health issues, and the last thing she needed was added worry. Besides, he wasn’t even sure what to say. He couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge the worst-case scenario.

Finally, a doctor approached him, and Kaz felt his chest tighten.

"Mr. Brekker?" the doctor said, offering a tired but reassuring smile. "Your wife is out of surgery. You can relax; she's going to be okay. Both your wife and the baby are safe."

Kaz blinked, his mind struggling to process the doctor's words. "The baby?" he repeated, his voice thick with disbelief.

The doctor chuckled lightly. "Yes, your baby. Your wife is almost four months pregnant, Mr. Brekker. You didn’t know?"

Kaz stood there, too stunned to respond. His brain tried to catch up with what the doctor had just said. Pregnant? They had stopped even considering the possibility ages ago. After all the failed attempts and the devastating news from the doctors, they had made peace with the idea of not having children. They’d grown to love their life as it was—just the two of them.

Before he could ask more questions, the doors opened, and they wheeled Y/N into the recovery room. She was still unconscious, her face pale, bruised, and covered in bandages, but she was alive. Kaz rushed to her side, his hand instinctively reaching for hers. He pushed a few strands of hair away from her face, his touch gentle, almost reverent. Despite the injuries, despite the bandages, she was safe.

And pregnant.

He sat down beside her, staring at her peaceful face, barely able to process what was happening. He thought about the past years, how they’d thrown themselves into their lives, embracing the freedom that came with being childless. They had taken trips, stayed out late, and enjoyed their spontaneous lifestyle. But now, out of nowhere, they were going to be parents.

Kaz couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. His mind replayed moments from the past few months. Y/N had put on a little weight, but he had thought it was due to her finally being at peace with her body. After battling eating disorders for so many years, she had been making such great progress. She looked healthy and radiant, better than ever. It hadn’t even crossed their minds that she might be pregnant.

He leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, the feeling of relief finally settling in. He whispered quietly, almost to himself, “We’re going to be okay.”

Hours had passed, and Kaz hadn’t moved from Y/N's side. He watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, the quiet beeps of the machines providing a strange comfort in the otherwise sterile room. He had been holding her hand, his thumb absentmindedly brushing against her skin, as though the constant touch would somehow anchor them both to reality. His mind was still spinning with everything the doctor had told him.

Pregnant. It was surreal.

He had no idea how to feel, and that uncertainty gnawed at him. There was joy, yes, but also fear.

Finally, Y/N stirred. Kaz sat up straighter, watching as her eyes fluttered open, slow and groggy. She blinked a few times, clearly disoriented, her gaze taking in the room before settling on him. A soft, weak smile curved her lips, but Kaz could see the pain lurking behind her eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse.

“Hey,” Kaz replied, leaning closer. His voice was softer than usual, an edge of worry still lingering. “How do you feel?”

“Not good,” she tried to make a weak smile, but winced as she shifted slightly in the bed. “What happened? The last thing I remember is—" She paused, her brow furrowing as she tried to piece the fragments together.

“There was an accident,” Kaz said, his tone steady despite the turmoil still swirling inside him. “But you’re okay now. You’re safe.”

Y/N exhaled a shaky breath, her body relaxing just a little. She squeezed his hand, her touch reassuring, but her eyes still searched his face, sensing that something else was going on.

“There’s… something you need to know,” Kaz started, his heart beating a little faster. He wasn’t sure how to tell her, how to put this kind of news into words. “The doctors found something when they were treating you.”

Her eyes widened in alarm, panic flashing in them. “Is it bad? Am I—?”

“No, no,” Kaz quickly reassured her, his hand tightening around hers. “It’s not bad. It’s just… unexpected.” He took a deep breath, meeting her eyes with a mix of awe and disbelief. “You’re pregnant.”

Y/N stared at him, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in shock. “What?”

“The doctor said you’re almost four months along,” Kaz continued, his voice softer now, gentler. “You didn’t know.”

Y/N’s hand instinctively went to her stomach, her fingers pressing against the fabric of her hospital gown. “Pregnant?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her gaze drifted down as if she was trying to comprehend this new reality, as if her body suddenly felt different to her.

Kaz nodded, watching her closely, unsure of how she would react. Her expression was a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something else—something softer, something that mirrored the feeling stirring inside him.

“I didn’t even realize…” she murmured, her voice trailing off as her fingers gently traced her stomach. “I thought we couldn’t—” She stopped herself, her eyes filling with tears.

Kaz leaned forward, his forehead almost touching hers. “I know,” he said quietly. “That’s what they said.”

For a moment, they both sat there, stunned by the realization that after all the heartbreak, after everything they had been through, the thing they had given up on was happening.

Tears slipped down Y/N’s cheeks, but her smile was radiant, brighter than Kaz had ever seen. She laughed softly, almost in disbelief. “A baby?”

Kaz let out a breath and nodded. “A baby,” he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s laughter turned into a soft sob, and Kaz gently wiped away her tears with his thumb. She was overwhelmed, but the happiness in her eyes was unmistakable. She reached for him, pulling him into a gentle, tender kiss.

Y/N’s laugh was soft, though tinged with disbelief. “Aren’t we a bit old for a baby?” she teased, the humor in her voice doing little to mask the shock she was still processing.

Kaz chuckled, though his own shock was evident as well. “Well, apparently not,” he replied, his hand gently squeezing hers. The room felt lighter, despite the weight of the news they had just received.

Just then, a nurse entered the room, clipboard in hand. She had a gentle, reassuring smile, but her expression shifted when she saw the mix of emotions on their faces—tears glistening in Y/N’s eyes, Kaz looking more vulnerable than usual.

“Is everything okay?” the nurse asked, her tone soft and careful.

Y/N looked up at her, her voice shaky but filled with hope. “Is it true? Am I really pregnant?” she asked, her hand instinctively resting on her abdomen as if she were trying to feel the truth for herself.

The nurse’s smile widened. “You didn’t know?” she asked, surprised. “I thought for sure you’d have noticed some signs by now.”

Y/N shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “We had no idea,” she admitted, glancing at Kaz, who nodded in agreement, still processing the enormity of it all.

“Well, congratulations! You’re a little over four months along,” the nurse confirmed, her eyes bright as she shared the news.

Four months meant they had been oblivious for nearly half the pregnancy. The shock of it was almost comical, though neither of them could laugh just yet.

“Wait a second,” the nurse said, setting down her clipboard. “I’ll be right back.” She left the room quickly, leaving them in a quiet moment of stunned silence.

Kaz couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. He moved closer to the bed, leaning down to kiss Y/N’s forehead. “You really didn’t feel anything?” he asked softly.

“I thought I was just getting soft,” Y/N joked with a small smile, her hand still resting protectively on her belly. “I didn’t want to fall back into those old habits,” she admitted, her voice softening. “So, when I noticed the weight gain, I didn’t let myself obsess over it. I thought it was a good thing—proof that I was healing.”

Kaz reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek. “You are healing,” he said firmly.

Before they could say much more, the nurse returned, wheeling in a portable ultrasound machine. “I thought you might want to see your little one,” she said warmly, setting it up beside the bed.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. Kaz was already at her side, holding her hand as the nurse prepped her for the ultrasound. The cool gel was applied to Y/N’s belly, and the nurse moved the probe gently across her skin.

“Ready?” the nurse asked, glancing at them with a smile.

“Yeah,” Y/N whispered, gripping Kaz’s hand a little tighter. Kaz gave her a reassuring squeeze, his eyes fixed on the screen.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound being the soft whir of the machine. Then, suddenly, the screen flickered to life, revealing the unmistakable image of their baby. The soft, rhythmic sound of the heartbeat filled the room, steady and strong.

Y/N gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the screen. “That’s... that’s our baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Kaz was speechless, his gaze locked on the tiny, fluttering heartbeat. He’d been through countless challenges in his life, but this—this was something entirely different. Something he never imagined he’d experience.

“There they are,” the nurse said, her voice soft, pointing to the screen. “Your baby looks perfect.”

Y/N let out a soft sob, overwhelmed with emotion. Kaz bent down to kiss her forehead again, his own eyes misting with unshed tears.

“I can’t believe it,” Y/N whispered, her voice full of wonder. “We’re going to be parents.”

Kaz nodded, his throat tight with emotion. He could hardly believe it himself, but there it was, right in front of him—proof that life had a way of surprising you, no matter how much you thought you had things figured out.

The nurse smiled at them both, clearly moved by the moment. “I’ll print out some pictures for you to take home,” she said, quietly excusing herself to give them a moment alone.

Once she left, the room fell into a quiet, reverent hush. Y/N stared at the screen, her fingers tracing the faint outline of the baby that would soon become their whole world. Kaz, still gripping her hand, couldn’t help but smile—an uncharacteristically soft, genuine smile.

“We really did it,” Y/N said, laughing through her tears.

Kaz nodded, his heart full. “Yeah,” he whispered, “we really did.”

They sat in silence, just watching the screen, watching their baby. Neither of them needed to say anything—words would never be enough to capture what they were feeling in that moment.

***

As Y/N and Kaz gathered their closest friends for dinner, a blend of excitement and anxiety hung in the air. After years of hiding their struggles with fertility, they knew it was time to share the truth. Jesper, Nina, Wylan, and Matthias filled the cozy home with chatter, oblivious to the weight of the moment ahead.

Kaz glanced at Y/N, her hand resting on her growing belly, and they exchanged a knowing look. It was time.

“Alright, everyone,” Kaz began, his voice steady yet tinged with nerves as he cleared his throat. “We wanted to share something important with you all tonight.”

Nina looked up, her curiosity piqued. “What’s going on?”

Kaz hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of the words he was about to say.

He took a deep breath, preparing to lay bare their past struggles. “Shortly after our wedding, we were told by doctors that we likely wouldn’t be able to have children.”

The room fell silent, the laughter fading as the weight of Kaz’s revelation settled over them. Jesper’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of disbelief. “Wait, what? You were told that?”

Nina’s eyes widened, and she reached for Y/N’s hand. “How did you keep this from us for so long?”

Y/N felt the tears prick at her eyes as she spoke. “We didn’t want to burden you all with that. We thought we could just move on and accept it.”

Matthias furrowed his brow, processing the information. “That’s… a long time to carry that alone.”

Kaz nodded, a wave of emotion washing over him. “We found our ways to cope, with time we accepted it.”

“But then something unexpected happened,” Y/N said, her voice gaining strength.

Kaz felt the excitement building within him, ready to share the twist in their story. “And now… Y/N is pregnant.”

A stunned silence filled the room, and it was as if the air had been sucked out of it. Jesper blinked in disbelief. “Wait, are you serious? After everything you just said?”

“Yes, actually pregnant,” Y/N confirmed, laughter mingling with tears as she wiped her eyes. “Almost six months.”

Nina was the first to recover, her eyes sparkling with joy as she rushed over to hug Y/N tightly. “Oh Saints! This is incredible! How did you keep this a secret?”

“We were still processing it ourselves,” Y/N chuckled, overwhelmed by the wave of love surrounding her. “We didn’t want to share anything until we were sure everything was going fine.”

Matthias, who had remained silent, stepped forward, his expression a mix of happiness and shock. “This is unbelievable. I can’t believe you went through that all those years and now… you’re having a baby?”

Kaz nodded, feeling a smile stretch across his face. “We really had no hope left.”

Jesper’s eyes darted between Kaz and Y/N, his mind racing. “That’s mind-blowing!”

“Right?” Y/N beamed, her heart swelling as she felt the support of her friends. “It’s been a rollercoaster, but we’re ready, kinda.”

Wylan grinned, his eyes bright with excitement. “Have you thought about names yet?”

Kaz chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ve barely wrapped our heads around the fact that we’re going to be parents!”

As the conversation flowed, filled with laughter and joyful exclamations about the future, Y/N and Kaz exchanged relieved smiles. They had faced their fears, shared their long-held secret, and were met with nothing but love and support from their friends.

***

Baby fever hit Kaz and Y/N like a whirlwind, consuming their every thought and action. The moment they discovered they were having a girl, they could hardly contain their excitement. Eager to share the news, they rushed to the hospital to find Alice, who had been recovering from her health issues.

The atmosphere in the hospital was bright and sterile, but the excitement that radiated from Y/N and Kaz infused it with warmth. As they approached Alice's room, they could already hear her familiar, comforting laughter echoing down the corridor.

When they entered, Alice looked up from her bed, her face lighting up with joy. “Oh hi! Look at you all smiling” she exclaimed, adjusting her glasses and beaming at them.

“We have news!” Y/N blurted out, her eyes sparkling.

“What is it?” Alice leaned forward, her curiosity piqued.

“We’re having a girl!” Kaz said, his voice thick with emotion.

Alice’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “A girl? Oh, that’s wonderful! Are you thinking about names?”

With shared glances filled with affection, Y/N replied, “We’ve decided to call her Miracle.”

Alice erupted in laughter, her joy echoing in the room. “Miracle? Are you kidding me?”

Kaz and Y/N shared a confused look, “Why? Is it-”

“I get that it’s a miracle that you were able to have a baby, but you can’t be serious, come on! Miracle! I can’t believe you two.”

Alice laughed so much at them that they left the hospital still with flushed faces.They went straight to the nearest bookstore, bursting through the door with the shared mission of finding the perfect baby name book.

***

On the day they finally held their baby girl for the first time, emotions surged through them. Y/N cradled the tiny bundle in her arms, her heart swelling with love.

Kaz stood close by, his heart aching as he watched Y/N gently caress their daughter’s cheek. “I’m so sorry she didn’t get to meet her,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

A tear rolled down Y/N’s cheek, glistening in the light as she nodded, her heart heavy with the memory of Alice. “Me too,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

“Hey, little one,” she said, her voice steadying as she spoke to her daughter, “you have to thank your great-grandma for not naming you Miracle.” A chuckle escaped her lips, lightening the atmosphere just a bit.

Kaz laughed softly, shaking his head in agreement. “Not our proudest moment, sorry Alice,” he said, a bittersweet smile on his face.

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mystwrites · 8 months ago

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A Little Bit of Joy

Summary: While Dazai always causes chaos, sometimes his antics actually do bring a bit of joy to the ADA members, especially Atsushi

CW: Tickling (don’t like, don’t read)

A/N: As promised, here’s lee!Atsushi and ler!Dazai!☺️

Atsushi wasn’t going to laugh. He told himself to hold it together the moment Dazai began to act silly and for once, it was actually hilarious…and extremely chaotic.

Junichiro and Kenji were on the floor wheezing as Dazai danced around the office, doing a weird dance in front of Kunikida and Yosano who just glared at him. Kyouka wasn’t impressed and neither was Fukuzawa, the two exchanging annoyed looks before shaking their heads at Dazai. Ranpo however was in the same situation as Atsushi, trying his hardest to hold in his laughter.

“Oh no…” Atsushi mumbled.

“Here comes the music…” Ranpo added, cupping his mouth as Dazai brought out the record player from the corner of the office.

It didn’t help that Dazai turned on classical music of all things. Atsushi and the others recognized it quickly as the song with a group of people doing a kick line and shook their heads. Dazai’s feet moved rhythmically to the beat of the music, his loud singing voice mixing in with what was supposed to be good symphony music. Atsushi and Ranpo turned away, cupping their mouths and attempting to stay silent. Kenji and Junichiro making themselves laugh harder than necessary by joining in and dancing together, Naomi deciding to jump in and join the duo.

Atsushi honestly thought the dancing trio looked funnier than Dazai but when he saw the older detective dance over, he knew things were going to get crazier.

“Knee! Kick!! Knee! Kick!!” Dazai hollered, joining the laughing trio. “Come on everybody! Dance and let loose!!!”

“Oh my gosh…” Kunikida groaned. “This…this is the most chaotic thing I’ve seen all year! What is going on here?!?”

“Dazai…” Yosano muttered, glaring at the man. “Stop goofing around…the president is here!”

“It’s fine.” Fukuzawa replied, turning around and acting as if he saw absolutely nothing. “I was just walking out.”

“And just like that, nothing will get done here.” Kunikida sighed, shaking his head.

“D-Dazai san…I think you stole one too many sweets from me…” Ranpo stammered, squealing as Dazai danced over to him and suddenly jabbed him in the tummy.

“Gotcha!~” Dazai sang, poking Ranpo’s tummy a few more times. “There we go! Giggly Ranpo is here!~”

With Ranpo now laughing freely, that left Atsushi. The young detective knew Dazai was on a mission to bring laughter to the office and the stare down they had proved it. Staring at the brunette, Atsushi didn’t know what to do but just nervously smile as Ranpo decided to run away before Dazai could get another jab in.

On one hand, he was positive that Dazai had eaten another hallucinogenic mushroom prior to appearing and was just going insane but another part of him thought Dazai was actually trying to bring joy to the Agency amidst the current case that’s been milking everyone dry of resources, sleep and sanity.

Just as Atsushi was going to humor Dazai and say how hilarious he was (albeit in the most sarcastic way he could muster), he watched in absolute shock as Dazai dove head first into a nearby trash can, everyone either screaming in shock or howling with laughter. All Atsushi could do is stare at the man with big eyes and a jaw dropping down to the floor.

“Yep…Dazai san has officially gone off the rails…” Atsushi thought, now more concerned for his mentor than anything. He felt his left eye twitch as Dazai looked around, the trash can obscuring his vision.

When Dazai finally lifted the trash can off of his head, he shook his messy brown hair, laughing. “Well, at least it was an empty one this time!” he chirped, seeing Atsushi staring at him. “Atsushi kun, what’s with that face?~”

Oh no…Dazai’s sing song voice…

“You look concerned.”

“I-I…I am concerned…” Atsushi replied, still staring at Dazai. “Have you lost your marbles?!”

“Haha! No, nono! Don’t worry, I haven’t eaten any mushrooms for the past week.”

The past week?!? Yeah, that sure is reassuring. Atsushi let his shoulders slump, giving Dazai an annoyed glare as he shifted to sitting cross legged on the work desk.

“Oohhh!! Atsushi kun!! Oh my gosh!!!” Dazai suddenly cried, cupping his cheeks and running over to him.

“What? What???” Atsushi panicked, looking all around.

“Oh my gosh!! I think I saw a flea!!!”

“A flea?! Where?? Where?!?”

“Yes! It’s right here!!”

Feeling Dazai’s fingers suddenly squeeze his sides, Atsushi screeched and flailed, nearly falling off of the desk he had been sitting on. Dazai swiftly caught him before he could fall head first onto the floor and picked him up, carrying him over to the couch.

Plopping Atsushi onto the couch, Dazai immediately went to work. Atsushi was in shock for a few seconds but quickly found himself fighting back, desperate to escape from Dazai, yet enjoying the sudden playfulness all at the same time as ten nimble fingers crawled up and down his sides and around his tummy. Arching his back, Atsushi squawked as Dazai started squeezing up his sides and drilling into his ribs before letting his hands travel back down.

“D-Dahaaazai sahahaan!! N-noooo!!” Atsushi whined, cupping his mouth as he giggled.

“Wait, here!! There’s a flea! And here’s another! Oh my! So many!!” Dazai cried, poking and prodding all of Atsushi’s ticklish spots lining his torso. “I gotta get all these fleas off of you!”

“D-Dahahazai sahahahan!” Atsushi squeaked, giggling harder when his arm was suddenly raised up. “Noohoho! Dahahazai san!! Thehehere’s no flehehea on meehehehee!! ACK!!”

“You’re right. I just wanted an excuse to make you laugh like this.” Dazai admitted, suddenly clawing the life out of Atsushi’s belly. “I honestly didn’t think you’d ever burst into laughter, Atsushi kun!~”

Letting out a cry, Atsushi kicked and flailed, snorting and squeaking every few seconds as he felt Dazai’s fingers press deeper into his flesh. Now unable to stop laughing, Atsushi shook his head and held onto Dazai’s wrists, giving the brunette the most pleading eyes when his fingers slowed to a halt.

“Plehehehease!! Plehehehease!!” Atsushi begged, his cheeks dusted with a bright pink hue. “Y-yohohou’re tihihickling mehehehee!!”

Dazai gasped again, raising Atsushi’s shirt up slightly. “Oh no! I see one more flea!! It’s a big one! Hold still!”

Atsushi shook his head. “Dahahazai sahahan! Dohohon’t even thihihink about i-IIHIHI HIT!!”

Much to Atsushi’s horror, Dazai did think about it and slid his finger into his navel. Atsushi all but howled with laughter, squirming, shoving and kicking. His pleas didn’t do much either, Dazai only encouraged to continue thanks to Atsushi’s loud belly laugh.

This wasn’t the first time Dazai managed to launch a tickle attack on Atsushi. The weretiger was a victim countless times before, but it was never this playful. Most of the time, Dazai just gave him jabs on either side or a squeeze just above the hips to keep him on his toes. However, this was more than just squeezes or pokes. Dazai was swirling his finger inside his bellybutton, forcing out the belly laugh no one in the Agency ever heard.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE!! DAHHAZAI SAHAHAN!! I CAHAHAN’T!” Atsushi squealed, trying to curl up on himself.

“I can’t! I need to catch that tickle flea!!” Dazai argued, gathering Atsushi’s wrists in one hand and using his free one to continue “searching” his bellybutton for the flea.

“I CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEATHE!!” Atsushi cried, screaming bloody murder. “PLEHEHEASE!! DAHAHAZAI SAHAHAN!! NOOOOHOHO!!”

“There’s a tickle flea somewhere in there! Don’t stop me, Atsushi kun!” Dazai shouted, Atsushi’s laughter only growing in volume. “I must get this tickle flea or else you’ll never stop laughing!!”

“HELP!! AHAHAHA!! KUHUHUNIKIDA SAHAHAN!!” Atsushi wheezed, screaming loudly. “KEHEHENJI! JUHUHUNICHIRO!! RAHAHANPO SAN!! HEHEHEHELP!! MAHAHAKE HIM STOHOP!!”

“Those three won’t help! They know the tickle flea will just jump onto them and I’ll be forced to do this to them!” Dazai sang, suddenly using one hand to tickle Atsushi’s neck while the other swirled around the rim of his bellybutton. “And Kunikida kun…”

“Is right behind you.” Kunikida finished, suddenly grabbing Dazai by the collar of his coat and flipping him. “You’re in for it now you bandaged idiot!! Lie down and stay still!”

“Aaahh!! Wait! Wait, wait! Kunikida kun!” Dazai stammered, sounding rather nervous. “Plehehease!! I was juhuhust playing around with Ahahatsushi kun so he freely laughed! NOOOHOHO!! ATSUSHI KUN HEHEHEHELP!!”

“Shut up, Dazai! He won’t save you!” Kunikida growled. “I’ve had enough of your shenanigans for the day!”

Sure, this whole little laughter session was unplanned, but Dazai really did bring joy and some stress relief to the Agency. Atsushi couldn’t help but smile as he recovered, Kenji, Junichiro and Ranpo all joining him to make sure he was okay while watching Dazai suffer Kunikida’s wrath.

After things settled and work had concluded for the day, Atsushi was getting ready to leave when he found Dazai sitting on the couch, staring off into the distance of the city. Deciding to keep him company for a bit, Atsushi took a seat next to his mentor, looking out at the city. It was very peaceful and beautiful to Atsushi and he didn’t comprehend the cushion of the couch shifting nor Dazai turning to look at him.

“Hey, Atsushi kun.” Dazai whispered, finally acknowledging him.

“Hi Dazai san. You looked lonely.” Atsushi replied, noticing Dazai’s facial expression change slightly in a way he couldn’t figure out. “I hope you don’t mind me keeping you company for a while.”

Dazai smiled gently, reaching out and giving Atsushi a head pat. He knew his mentee loved receiving the head pats. “I don’t mind.”

“Also, thank you.”

“Hm? For what?”

Atsushi smiled and turned to Dazai. “For always making me feel comfortable here at the Agency. I really appreciate it.”

The smile widened as Atsushi’s words sunk in. Dazai let out a soft chuckle and playfully ruffled Atsushi’s hair even more, forcing soft, sweet giggles out of the young detective.

“You’re welcome, Atsushi kun.”

#bungo stray dogs tickling #bsd tickling #tickle fic #lee!atsushi #ler!dazai #tickle fluff

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valleeslunaires · 1 month ago

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𝕬𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖌𝖔 + 𝕷𝖔𝖆

⚠︎ I've thought about this in the shower and this is MY opinion about the theme, just warning cuz if it's obvious idgf! this is also a post for ME!

First things first:

Alter ego = Your ideal person (perfect life, vision of urself). It can be a character or someone you've made up in ur mind.

This morning in the shower, i've realized something, a motivation to keep going with the LOA and realizing how powerful we are.

Firstly, think about ur alter ego. If you don't have one, GIRL GO MAKE IT NOW! It's so fun and useful for everything! Your manners, way of talking, thinking, dressing...

Right now, if ur alter ego got knowing they can change EVEYTHING using only their mind... what would they do?

Would they say "oh no it's so hard" or "im too lazy for that"? I bet they wouldn't!

Giving as an example my alter ego (let's call her V). If i told V rn she can change EVERYTHING about her, do you think she'd say it's too hard?! She'd laugh and say "just that?". Cuz it's so stupidly easy! I know some people are thinking "easier said than done". I gotcha, i really do! And V would also understand all of you! Cuz she's not only my alter ego, in my head she's the character of my daily maladaptive daydreaming story (not goin into deeper details!) so she has a dark past, like everybody! And even having faced a lot of trouble, including body issues, bad parents and bla bla bla... she'd still look at me and say "it's easy as hell!!" if i told her about LOA.

My point here is... having an alter ego can help in building a better self-concept and by consequence helping you with the LOA!!

Cuz when the doubts shows up, you turn to your alter ego and asks them what would they do? would they give up like a fool or they'd know their worth and persist on the 4D?

What would Blair Waldorf do? or Alison Dilaurentis? Or your ideal version of urself? WHAT. WOULD. THEY. DO?!

They know they can change their body in the blink of an eye, their hair color, their social life... do you really think they'd be bitching and moaning?! If you do think that... wake up, dear i guess you didn't get the point of having an alter ego! Look up at Marilyn Monroe, she did it all her life... Marylin was just Norma's alter ego and look where it put her!

Teresa Chávez had already said "Between being or not being, I AM".

I dunno if what i'm saying it's obvious but some times people need to read to something one million times so it gets into their heads!

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝙾𝙰 (so easy)

you can take inspire from a character (blair waldorf, alison dilaurentis, maddy, teresa chávez), mix them or create one. It's simple, you create a perfect person (perfect in YOUR pov), it can be from zero! Create appearance, personality, lifestyle... EVERYTHING.

"Fake it until you make it". I'll sound like everyone else but it's the most pure truth. The key, the secret. I need to mention:

Fake it (persist in the 4D) until you make it (it reflects on the 3D).

3. when doubts about LOA (or even shifting) come up, look internally and ask ur alter ego. What would they do in that situation? How would they react to that? Simple, right? Cuz LOA IS SIMPLE.

Now go there and have fun assuming the life of ur dreams! Cuz, girl... you can!

#shifting community #loassblog #loassumption #loa tumblr #law of assumption #neville goddard #self concept #affirm and persist #alter ego #i want it i got it

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nolanfa-fanart · 10 months ago

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Funny batfam gen (non-romantic) recs

last rec list was not exactly happy fics, so to offset it, have funny ones:

Gen fic recs for @genuaryficrecs! Fandom: DC, batfam. Focus: Humour (most some also tear your heart out or engage in subtle character building, but you'll laugh while you cry) Humour is very widespread in fic (…in some fandoms at least), ranging from humour woven in the writing style itself, to situational absurd (crack), to making the reader laugh about absolutely horrifying shit (while still acknowledging how awful it is; which is something I feel I've only ever read in fic), to absolutely unhinged character reactions (to more I don't have in mind right now), so here, a small homage to that.

The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne, by @theskeptileptic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51476074) Chapters 6/6, 25.522 words G, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne

Type of gen relationship: uh. Concerned Adult to Kid? Parental-ish? Or just neighbours, depending on who you ask.

Official summary: Tim is an independent, clever, and super mature eleven-year-old. Unfortunately, his dopey neighbor, Bruce, can’t seem to understand that. When he decides to disappear on a “solo camping trip” and run away to Canada, he figures it’s the perfect plan that will make everybody happy. He didn’t expect the Waynes would tag along with him and ruin everything. A six-chaptered tale filled with identity shenanigans, s’mores, soon-to-be-brothers, and a kid who is in desperate need of a new family.

Why I love it: This is. Hilarious. The perfect mix of very competent Tim and him still very much being an 11-years-old. Himbo Bruce Wayne who just so happens to totally accidentally run into Tim several times to innocently inquire about his parents' whereabouts. The horrifying fact of what Tim is actually doing and how he thinks, in his very logical way (and the horrifying fact that his parents agree with him).

Excerpts: from: [email protected] to: [email protected] Mr. Wayne, Timothy told me you stopped by earlier today. I am sorry I didn’t get to talk with you. My thyroid was acting up and I was sleeping. Timothy is a good kid. I can make sure he’s safe skateboarding so there is no need to worry. Have a good day! Sincerely, The Nanny

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] The Nanny, Thank you for your email last week. Timothy is most definitely a good kid. One of the best. I saw him at the Army Supply Store this afternoon and he mentioned you would be taking him to Cheesequake State Park to meet a friend this weekend? My boys and I are heading that way, so why don’t we save you a trip. We’ll make sure Timothy is taken care of. If you need anything at all, for any reason, please call me at this number: 9088780078. This is my cell phone and I answer it at all hours, no matter what. Nothing is too small or too much of a bother to pick up for. Anything that you need, Timothy’s Nanny, please call. Sincerely, Bruce Wayne - “Anyway, I was on my way to the course, and I realized your father and I haven’t gotten a chance to really ‘hang’, as you kids say, and I had a late tee time, so I thought I’d invite him along.” Mr. Wayne’s teeth were bright and Tim wondered if he used some sort of diamond paste on them. He looked around Tim’s shoulder, as if he wanted to see inside the mansion better. Tim hadn’t turned on any of the lights on account of his shitty night, so the early fall haze that Bristol was so well known for didn’t do much for his visibility. “I’m sorry, sir, you just missed him.” A pause. “Well, that’s ok, son. Why don’t you get your mom and I’ll give her a message? I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” He looked at Tim vapidly, smile still firmly in place. “I’m afraid she’s not here right now either. Shopping.” Tim gritted his teeth and went to close the door. Mr. Wayne’s huge ham hands (why were they so large?) stopped it before it slammed. He chuckled and Tim winced. “Your nanny, then.” Tim wasn’t sure, but thought the question sounded more strained than Mr. Wayne’s usual flavor of airheadedness. “She’s sleeping.” “At eleven in the morning?” “She has a thyroid problem. I’ll let them all know you stopped by.” Tim pushed the door closed but Mr. Wayne had somehow entered his foyer while he was speaking. “I’ll write them a note. They can call me when they get back.” He inched closer towards Tim, who sidestepped him before he could ruffle his hair.

Ain't No Compass, Ain't No Map, by @ebjameston (https://archiveofourown.org/works/38048365) Chapters: 9/9, 51.863 words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Type of gen relationship: siblings and friends

Official summary: CPS Agent, pointing at Tim Drake: We need to take him with us Red Hood: He's fine where he is CPS: He's a minor Hood: Timbo, you a minor? Tim: Can't prove it CPS: I mean, I can. There are records – Tim, who has just finishing hacking CPS to remove his own file: Oh really, tell me more about these records +++ A CPS agent gets sent to investigate a tip that Tim Drake has been abandoned by his parents and is living with the Red Hood. The CPS agent leaves with no Tim Drake, a date with Red Hood's lieutenant, and an intern who's promising to fix the IT systems at his office. It's a weird day for Theo.

Why I love it: This is probably the first (non-crossover) DC fic I read, and to date still one of my favorites. It's. Listen. It's from the point of view of a Child Protective Services agent. Who, given his whole deal is to Protect Children, has Opinions about the Robins. And interacts - unknowingly - with them when they're grown (identity porn! Banter!). And he likes them! And they like him! But they have… differing opinions. And I absolutely love it. So. Many. Feels. And humour. It's 80% jokes and 70% feels and 50% social commentary about the canon and 20% plot and 40% fluff and 30% angst and some parts are all of that at once.

Excerpt: “Nightwing, wait, serious question,” Theo says. “About when you were baby Robin.” Max’s fingers tense up a bit on Theo’s elbow, and some of the earlier tension creeps back into Nightwing’s frame. “Yes?” “Did the Batmobile have a car seat?” “Did the what have a what ,” Nightwing says. “I’ve seen your stats from when you were just getting started,” Theo says. “You weren’t anywhere close to 4-foot-9. You would’ve needed a booster seat for at least the first two years you were Robin, so.” “So, did the Batmobile have a carseat,” Nightwing repeats faintly. Theo gets out his phone to take notes. “Yes. That is what I am asking.” “Buddy,” Hood says. “Most of the Batmobiles don’t even have seatbelts.” “How would you even know that?” Bernard asks.

IRIS Log #1548, by @deadchannelradio (https://archiveofourown.org/works/51647209) Chapters: 1/1, 8531 Words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: whole batfam

Type of gen relationship: familial

Official summary: A Disclaimer From Your Friendly Neighborhood Oracle: The following is a transcript of Patrol Communications Audio written by state of the art transcription technology, IRIS (Interpretation of Recorded Intelligence Software). IRIS was created to provide easily searchable records, automatically, and eliminate the need to transcribe each patrol audio log manually. That being said, IRIS is still experimental, and may not always be entirely accurate. - (01:25) Red Hood: (Mild static) (Out of breath, slurred) You motherfuckers. Put some fuckin- (01:25) Batman: (Shaking) Red Hood- (01:25) Red Hood: Shut up. Put some fucking respect. On my name. Start fucking copying me. I just got thrown fucking. Um. 40 feet. Into a fucking uh. What's it. Ditch. I'm still fucking conscious. (01:25) Batman: Red Hood, do not move, we're en route- (01:25) Red Hood: What'll I win if I stand up. (01:25) Batman: (Loud) Do not stand up.

Why I love it: The format (transcription of comms) is fun. Also it's. Just. Really funny? The… energy of it? I mean just read the excerpts honestly.

Excerpt: (01:34) Nightwing: Don’t get mad, Red. He’s got a concussion. (01:34) Red Hood: (Agreeably) I am all bonked up. (Laughter: Nightwing) Hey. Cass. Cassie. Is my leg fucked. The right one. (01:34) Blackbat: It. (Pause, 3 seconds) (Reading) I am not your medical provider and can’t diagnose injuries or illness. Please ask your doctor when you are under their care. (01:34) Red Hood: Oh. Um, okay. Can you tell me as buddies? Not as my doctor. (Laughter: Spoiler, Red Robin) Just as buddies. (01:35) Blackbat: …Super busted. Bad. As buddies. (01:35) Batman: Blackbat. We are not medical- (01:35) Red Hood: She said as buddies. It’s fine. (01:35) Spoiler: (Laughing) The as buddies legal loophole.

Bang, bang, by Ididloveyou_once (@ididloveyou) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/30246978) Chapters: 1/1, 5.563 words T, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (an accidental gunshot wound played for laughs)

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd

Type of gen relationship: very much Siblings

Official summary: ‘You shot me!’ Jason gasped, stunned, ‘Holy shit, you actually shot me.’ Tim’s eyes widened and he froze. They stared at each other for a second, dumbstruck and then- ‘Don’t tell Bruce.’Or: The family enjoy a normal movie night. Except Jason has a gunshot wound and Tim’s the only one who knows and oh- that’s because Tim’s the one who shot him and they really, really need to find a way to leave before anyone finds out.

Why I love it: Hmmm okay so maybe I really like a good Jason & Tim relationship. But objectively. This is great. Peak siblings relationships. The threat of Getting In Trouble forcing an emergency alliance between two mutually annoyed siblings who scramble to hide something? Peak comedy.

Excerpt: ‘Okay, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that either,’ he pinched the bridge of his nose, ‘I just mean. Don’t worry about me being in pain. I’m fine. And don’t worry about looking like an asshole. You shot me, you already look like an asshole. But that’s fine because now we’re even.’ Jason sighed at the kid’s sour expression. So his words of reassurance needed some work, sue him.

Into the Brighter Night, by @shoalsea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20935463) Chapters: 12/12, 162,894 words G, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Tim Drake, whole batfam, Young Justice team

Type of gen relationship: familial and friends

Official summary: When an unknown enemy threatens Robin, Gotham's vigilantes come together to keep him safe. Unfortunately, they're protecting the wrong Robin. Or: Tim Drake plans his own rescue. Things get complicated.

Why I love it: Oooooh not just batfam this time. Tim is way too competent, and the Young Justice have his back (and a lot of resentment towards the batfam). Hyperactive Young Justice energy, Very Good Characterization, miscommunication (as in Bruce -the whole batfam really- is trying but they're super bad at clearly expressing feelings). And the tone of it? The writing? Hilarious and rips your heart out. This is super interesting interconnected character dynamics (with the batfam and Tim's team that's so many more different relationships than usual) and a deep look at canon events, all of it wrapped in hilarious dialogue. One of my fave Tim-centric fics, and I've read some very good ones.

Excerpt: [Impulse on a long distance call with the batfam - minus Tim] Jay makes a disbelieving sound. “You’re telling me that Red Robin—Mr. Responsibility himself—helped you hide and maintain a secret spaceship for years? Seriously?” “Uh, yeah? Duh?” “No offense,” Duke says, “but that doesn’t really sound like the guy we know.” Bruce sighs. Stephanie huffs out a laugh. Impulse just looks unimpressed. “Are we talking about the same person? Robin numero tres, currently Red? The same guy who once hid an extra Batmobile in the batarang budget and shipped it to California in secret? The same guy who founded Young Justice, an unauthorized vigilante group of teens that started out with no adult supervision? And lied to the Justice League and the government to keep Secret safe?” “Secret?” Duke says at the same time Jay sputters out, “He stole a whole Batmobile?” “More like embezzled,” Impulse says. “But yeah, dude, it’s Rob. I know he gives off the straight-and-narrow vibe, like, 90% of the time he’s interacting with the public or authority figures, but that’s mostly because it’s way, waaaay easier to get away with stuff if you don't ‘openly project an air of defiance.’” “Oh my god,” Stephanie says. “He’s given you that speech too?” “He’s given us multiple versions of that speech,” Impulse says. Stephanie’s turned away from the screen now and is explaining to Duke, “Red Robin is kind of the definition of ‘I do what I want,’ but most of the time what he wants to do is at least nominally reasonable or responsible, so no one cares.” “And when somebody does care,” Impulse says, “you just gotta be sneaky and smart. Comply until their backs are turned, you know? I mean, even with the Titans we—what?” he pauses, spinning his chair, clearly distracted by something off-screen. “No, I’m just talking to the Bats. I think there’s a whole flock of them.” Conner Kent wanders into view, towelling off his hair and wearing what looks like some kind of maintenance jumper. “‘Sup,” he says to the camera, leaning in. “Superman’s not there, is he?” “Nope,” Impulse says. “Thank god. Where’s Rob?” “Batnap.” Conner puts his hands on his hips. “Dude. Weren’t you supposed to wake him up?” Impulse spins in his chair again. “Wonder Girl said not to.” “What, and he agreed?” “No. He might have been unconscious at the time. Which, technically, means Wonder Girl is in charge.” Conner groans. “He’s gonna kill you.” Turning to the camera, he adds, “Look, sorry about this, I’ll go get him.” “Heynowaitaminute,” Impulse says. “Listen. I’m the captain, you gotta at least hear me out!” Conner rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t move. “Everything is still going according to plan, okay? Rob did in fact say that we should one hundred percent wake him up as soon as we could get a call through. True. But Wonder Girl said to let him sleep. And he definitely needs it.” “Yeah, but, again, he’s gonna be pissed if—” “Listen. I have thought this through.” When Conner just looks skeptical, he adds, “I have! I worked it out logically. See, if we wake up Rob, Wondy’s gonna be pissed off. At us. Right now. If we don’t wake him up, he’s gonna be pissed off later and he’s gonna be mad at her, not us. Therefore, we should do what Wonder Girl says.”

Beef Consommé, by @vamillepudding (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42348438) Chapters: 2/2; 14.230 words T, Chose Not To Use Warnings

Main Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson

Type of gen relationship: siblings

Official summary: Parenting is Bruce's thing, and Jason isn't planning on messing with that. But when Bruce fails to spot the countless red flags about Tim's home life, it falls to Jason to step up. Of course it does. Because he's literally the only one in his family who knows how to be responsible, and if Dick disagrees, he can suck it.

Why I love it: I have a weakness for the "Dick and Jason team up and adopt Tim" trope. Also, I love Jason's voice in it. (and this fic is very funny but I feel like I'm repeating myself)

Excerpts: “Pizza?” Tim repeats, sounding hopeful. Jason is on the verge of telling him to go screw himself, but then he starts wondering how long Tim has been in his apartment and whether he ate dinner before he came here. Probably not. Did he eat lunch? Should Jason ask? What would Dick do? “Fine,” he says eventually. “But I’m picking the toppings, and you can’t have dessert.” There’s a beat. “I didn’t want dessert,” Tim says, voice taking on a bewildered edge. “What are you talking about?” - It’s Wednesday evening and Jason is getting pizza. Dick’s waiting back in Jason’s apartment, because growing up with Bruce has him used to getting waited on hand and foot, and apparently he thinks Jason is his own personal servant or something. It’s oppression, is what it is. “It’s not oppression,” Dick yells after him just before Jason closes the door, “it’s called losing a coin toss, asshole!”

Birds on Jaybird Street, by @cynassa (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39115587) Chapters: 4/4, 14.717 words T, No Archive Warnings Apply

Main Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Type of gen relationship: Siblings

Official summary: Jason is both annoyed and weirdly flattered when the replacement turns up to ask him for help. He mentally rearranges his calendar so he can be free Wednesday evening and says, “No, fuck off, I have very important business going on.” Tim eyes his 72” TV playing Japanese wrestling more judgmentally than it really deserves. “Important crime things,” Jason emphasizes. “Make Wingdick do it.” Jason doesn't think much of it when Tim needs his help, or Damian moves in, or even when Dick turns up looking beat all to hell. But at some point he realizes that he might be the best option his brothers have to recover from the cycle of violence that Batman has set up, and all he can think is that things were much easier when he was the villain.

Why I love it: In which Dick and Jason decide to adopt Tim and Damian (Jason's kind of an asshole, but a caring one). Kind of the same reason as the previous one: love that trope, love the tone, very funny.

Excerpt: Jason lies, "Sure, I'll take it up with Bruce " "Sure you will, " Tim scoffs. Jason changes his mind, and decides he will take it up with Bruce. "I don't have the time to keep being your nanny," he announces and then says, disapprovingly, "you skateboard, why don't you have knee and elbow pads?" "I'm Robin," Tim snaps, like he didn't put pants on the costume like a little wuss.

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ben-the-hyena · 15 days ago

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Watched the first seasons of both Ghosts UK and Ghosts US

And super duper unpopular opinion : I prefer the US version. I find most characters in the UK version mean spirited and not believable as friends, I don't believe they like each other so the fact they act like buddies in the end of the last episode whereas they still couldn't stand each other during the beginning of the same episode annoys me ; in fact in the VERY end they go back into being annoyed at each other's existence. People call the US version "dumbed down, toned down" with more in the face humor etc and it is indeed a big plagiarism of a lot of gags in the UK version, but idk their evolution as friends feels much more natural and fun, and the characters themselve are more likable for the US version with a good soul, whereas most of the characters in the UK version are selfish and self centered and some ghosts should have gone to Hell long ago while the US versions implies it is a sort of Purgatory state and if you don't change your bad habits you go down but if you do you go up

So far just one season but the UK version made me like very few characters, I think I only love Pat as much as Pete from the US version but for everybody else I much prefer their American counterparts, people call them toned down but ironically I find them with more character on the contrary : Sam is cheerful and friendly but secretly anxious and self sabotaging and is much more interesting that edgy Alison who complains about everything and is always moody and trying to be what she isn't just because she found out she has 000.10 percent of noble blood. That doesn't make her endearing to me, especially when she risked everybody's life in the filming episode for thousands of pounds pissed me off. And as for their respective husband's I much prefer Sam's Jay who doesn't want to be here and misses his life in NYC but does a lot of efforts for her because he loves her and understands it's her family manor than Alison's Mike who just follows her where she wants and keeps signing the wrong papers withour talking with her about it first and signs without reading, 2 times already holy shit what a loser. The very fact he ate from a pot pourri thinking they are candies without even getting permission if it was actual candy in his first scene was already a sign

The group of ghosts as a whole is super annoying in the UK version, they are much more space invading, talkative and loud and take no hints when told things, they are essentially human minions ! And Sam's ancestor Hety is much more endearing despite her big flaws and has a clear character evolution rather Alison's Fanny who's just an old critical loud grump who sees whores everywhere. Also I hate that "romantic" ghost that Thomas guy who doesn't take no for an answer and tries to break up a married couple like a yandere and Julian who is a moralless murderous shamelessly scamming sex pest who does nothing without gaining anything in return, Trevor is a much better mix of them who at first passes a fuckboy but the more the season goes the more you see he secretly is a good guy with a façade and standards. Kitty is kinda cute but... idk I am neutral about her. Sometimes she is very funny, sometimes she is annoying af for being so stupid, so neutral. And the Captain, just... not funny, not likable, and a less interesting/fun closeted gay character as Isaac

The only things I liked in the UK version besides Pat and some gags that are super funny and got me laughing out loud are how the burnt peasant got a character development starting to see less Satan everywhere and starting to learn things, how the beheaded ghost feels much more like a character and is funnier than his American counterpart (seriously why the fuck do they never care or talk about Crash ? He doesn't even feel like a character), Robin is very funny and lovable I love him and the ghosts who had died from the Plague are better as a group who love each other and choose to be together in the basement rather than their counterparts who died from Cholera who are stuck there and hate their afterlife and are depressing to think about

But none of them are as good as Thorfin and Sass who are fucking great (ok, Robin is equal), and I really like Isaac X Nigel. Pat and Pete are exactly the same character I love them both, and Pat has the honor to be a real ray of sunshine in a place full of shit

#first episode of series 2 while writing and I had hope they had finally changed... nope. still all their flaws #ghosts #ghosts us #ghosts uk #tv show #season #i know alison needs money but holy shit another episode where she fucking pissed me off scamling others. idk if i want to watch the rest

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a-little-bit-of-tradition · 1 month ago

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Two years after his departure from Chicago P.D., Jesse Lee Soffer is staying within the Dick Wolf universe for his big return to series television. As the new team leader of CBS' globe-trotting police procedural, FBI: International, Soffer officially moves on from Detective Jay Halstead, the character he played from 2013 to 2022, and begins a fresh chapter as Agent Wesley "Wes" Mitchell.

Discussions did take place between Soffer and showrunner Matt Olmstead, who oversaw the first five seasons of P.D., about whether Jay could feature prominently on FBI: International. After all, the One Chicago and FBI franchises are invariably linked, thanks to a P.D.-FBI crossover episode in 2020. "We joked about it," Soffer told TV Guide. "It was never out of the cards to come back one day." While viewers won't be seeing him flashing his badge as Jay in the streets of Budapest, there is plenty to discover about Wes, whom Soffer describes as unconventional, unaffected, and playing by his own rules.

Ahead of Soffer's debut on FBI: International, the actor opens up about why he signed on to lead the CBS procedural after Luke Kleintank's exit, the differences between Jay and Wes, and why he's okay with forever being associated with his P.D. character.

TV Guide: Did you ever imagine that you would find yourself leading another Dick Wolf series?

Jesse Lee Soffer: It was never out of the cards, even when I left P.D. It was not out of the cards to come back one day. I love that character and he's always going to be in my bones, and I was really grateful to Dick, Peter Jankowski, Anastasia Puglisi, and everybody at Wolf for the opportunity to direct P.D. And then I was like, I kind of want to go back and start acting again. So it wasn't a huge surprise. The surprise was that it was in Budapest.

What led you to say yes to FBI: International and decide that this was the show you wanted to come back for?

Soffer: It's a really fun show. It's really cinematic. I played a cop for so long on [P.D.], and Wes is another cop but he has less baggage than Halstead. It just seemed like a great fit. [Showrunner] Matt [Olmstead] called me after I got the offer and we talked about it. I get to bring a veteran vibe of a guy who knows what he's doing and does things his own way. And I get to bring that energy to this team and that was a fun opportunity.

It's been established that the One Chicago and FBI franchises exist in the same universe after Tracy Spiridakos' P.D. character appeared in an FBI episode in 2020. You're playing a completely new character here. Was there ever a discussion — even a fleeting one — about whether you would play Halstead again?

Soffer: Am I allowed to talk about this? [Pauses] We joked about it. And Hailey Upton's character did a crossover on FBI, so hypothetically her character exists in this universe. But the other joke is that, if she ever showed up on International, Wes would be like, "Do I know you?"

How vital was it for you to familiarize yourself with FBI: International before stepping onto set?

Soffer: I watched a lot of episodes. I watched almost the whole run of the show, I think.

How do you describe Wes? How do you want to introduce your character to audiences?

Soffer: Wes is an ex-cop who's been an FBI agent and was Vo's training officer, so they have an interesting dynamic. He was hard on her, which comes full circle because now she's grateful for that tutelage and she's the one that brings him in. He does things his own way. He doesn't always follow procedure, which gets him into trouble, but his attitude is there's no trouble you can't work your way around. He's always going to, unconventionally, get the job done. I love how carefree he is and his easygoing attitude of, "We're just gonna keep moving forward and get the job done." I'm used to brooding a lot and carrying a lot of baggage, so it's a breath of fresh air.

You alluded to it, but how does Wes compare to Halstead in terms of mannerisms, personality, and how he approaches work?

Soffer: They might hold a gun the same way. But I think their attitudes are really different. I think Halstead was more aggressive, more brooding, had darker thoughts, and Wes is more unaffected and enjoying himself a little more.

What kind of leader is Wes since he's coming in to eventually lead the Fly Team?

Soffer: He's a lead-by-example guy. He's doing his thing and he's going to get the job done. You might like it, you might not like it. But this is how it's going to go.

How would you describe the team dynamic?

Soffer: There's apprehension, there's uncertainty. Smitty is like, "Oh god, he's gonna get us in so much trouble." There are a lot of different dynamics to play out. And the Vo dynamic because there's a backstory and a history there. That ends up being an interesting partnership.

That leads me to my next question. Because he was Vo's training officer, is that a relationship or a partnership people should keep an eye on as it evolves?

Soffer: Yeah, it's definitely something to keep an eye on. She keeps him in line. But because he operates by his own set of rules, sometimes she's got to talk some sense into him and he lets her. He respects her. He respects the agent that she is now and if she tells him he's out of line, he'll go, "OK, I'm out of line. Got it." It's kind of like a big brother-little sister [dynamic].

Are there any other interesting dynamics that develop in the early part of the season?

Soffer: There's a budding friendship with Raines. There's constant frustration with Smitty trying to hold him back. Wes is a bull in a china shop and she's like, "Put a leash on this guy." But I think she likes him and respects that he gets the job done. There's a fun episode where Tate goes undercover and he promotes her, not literally a promotion, but she gets to do some field work.

How have you adapted to filming in Budapest?

Soffer: We get to film in locations where I'm sitting [somewhere] having lunch, or I'm doing lines with a friend, and we're in this beautiful setting. But the tricky part is I can't find the right protein mix. Like, I can't find my brand and that's the hardest part about the job.

Which locations have stood out to you so far?

Soffer: We were in Portugal. We're going to Paris. There are rumors of various places in the U.K. we might go. It's such a fun adventure. Two episodes from now, you're like, "Wait, where are we going to be?" It's really cool.

Another perk of this job, right?

Soffer: And really good coffee. Really good coffee in Budapest. I live above a coffee shop so it's a nice perk.

For people who watched you on Chicago P.D. and are now tuning into FBI: International, they may still associate you with Halsted. Are you OK with that?

Soffer: This is a different thing. Of course Halstead is always going to be in my blood and my bones, and there will always be an association with that [character], I'm sure, for some people. But I hope that the fans watch this and [realize] it's a new attitude, it's a new energy, it's a new vibe, and that's what this is.

Lastly, what do you want people to know about your introduction?

Soffer: I hope they're excited. The one thing I'll say is, I want people to tune in. More eyeballs, that's what we want. The first few episodes are high intensity, action-packed. It's exciting and this new character, Wes, is carefree, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants, and doesn't do things by the book. He's carefree about procedure and unaffected in that way. Tragedy strikes and he's even more carefree [moving forward]. It's going to be a treat for the fans.

#jesse lee soffer #happy for him #and the filming schedule sounds so fun #fbi international #wes mitchell #chicago pd #jay halstead #tracy spiridakos

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nanamin-nah-nanamine · 6 months ago

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This is for the matchmaking, I'm a non-binary person in my early 20 who is extremely introverted, i struggle with social situations when I'm alone, i also struggle with depression and anxiety which makes life rather hard, i have been diagnosed with autism so when i get interested in something that tends to be my main interest for months if not a year or more. I am a very emotional person i cry at everything and anything honestly, due to being diagnosed with Autism very late in my life i have spent a lot of time masking, to make myself appear as normal as possible, so much so that i don't even know what I'm actually like normally. Even though i am a very anxious person i have a major case of Resting Bitch face, so much so that some of my friends told me they were scared of talking to me at first because they thought i look mean.

I'm a very creative person, i love expressing myself in ways that don't have anything to do with talking, i also love fashion and i usually dress in a mix of goth and comfy clothes, though comfy clothes usually overtake my need to look fancy due to major dysphoria so i usually opt for large hoodies. My hair is currently in a chin long undercut which is a kind of very light pink/purple due to the colour fading over time, i have green eyes, wear glasses and have a septum as well as tattoos. I'm also currently a major in art and Theatre, mostly focused on painting. I am a theater kid at heart, i love musicals and have acted in a few myself. I'm also Pansexual so i will literally just go for anyone I'm interested in no matter the gender.

Hi pookie! I apologize for the wait cause finals were a bitch but they’re finally DONE

Aight now lets get into this

Due to the information provided you will be matched up with…🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

My lovely chosito osito!!(ignore everything that’s happened in 259😀)

Okay now walk with me🚶🏾‍♀️

I feel like you and Choso would really vibe together for numerous reasons. Choso is an eldest sibling so he’s incredibly patient and he’s proven to be very nurturing so I feel as though it would be second nature for him to always be thinking about you and how things might affect you. I think lil homie also has anxiety so he would be able to relate to you on that level, and since so much of this world is completely new to him you guys would be able to bond over the lovely overstimulation of day to day life.

From one autistic person to another I really feel like Choso would understand a lot more than some of the other characters? Idk I just get that vibe from him. He’s very blunt and straightforward, doesn’t cut corners in his explanations and he’s also got one hell of a resting face so I feel like he wouldn’t take lack of expression personally if you’re ever feeling burnt out.

Like I mentioned prior this boy is 🗣️NURTURING

He basically had to sub in as mom,dad,brother for all of those siblings so he’s got you bby don’t worry. I feel like he can be really protective and overbearing at times though but if that crosses a like for you then you just need to let him know. He’s no stranger to tears and he has no problem scooping you up in his arms and letting you cry it out.

If you wanna yap about a new hyper fixation you better believe Choso will listen!! The world is new and exciting and even though the bright lights and media tend to give him headaches, he can’t get enough of you relaying him the information because he’s kinda obsessed with you ngl.

Y’all with be THAT alt introverted couple who everybody is kind of scared of but are actually sweethearts. Once Choso figured out about department stores and piercing parlors it’s over for you bitches.

He thinks your tattoos are so cool and he’s kinda just like fascinated by the entire process. If you ever choose to get more he would wanna go with you but he’d be holding your hand and staring at the tattoo artist like this 😠

I also feel like he would definitely respect your pronouns once he wrapped his head around them because he is just not from this era so it’ll take him a bit😭 it’s genuinely just pure ignorance and not disrespect but he WILL get the hang of it.

Activities you do together include….

•going to see musicals and live theatre(he will be enchanted or overstimulated, it’s a 50/50 on this one)

•staying inside✨(a fan favorite)

•p i e r c i n g d a t e s

•painting!! More or less so him watching you paint but it’s the thought that counts🥰

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk x y/n #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk matchups #matchmaking

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years ago

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Imagine you survive the Order 66 because of Lord Vader.

Warnings: angst, drama. Not recommended for minors or those who have sensibility to these themes.

Warnings 2: unburnt Vader + fluffy endings.

Warnings 3: younglings are not killed in any of my stories.

Recommendations: Lorde’s version “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”. “We Remain” by Christina Aguilera.

***

Intro.

The sky is heavy with the darkest shade of grey that paints the clouds. As they tumble against the other, a tempest begins to form. You don’t seem to notice how all of a sudden the light of the sun is eclipsed by the appearance of darkness.

You are weary due to your last mission at the planet Y/C. You carry many frustrations to yourself because it feels as if whatever you do it’s never enough, whether for the Order, whether for your master.

How many times you’ve been fighting this war, at times boldly so, earning the epithet of “reckless Jedi”, and how many times you felt as if each mission battle defeats you? Victory comes at a higher cost every single time.

You are closer to the edge.

As you stand under the heavy rain that starts to pour over the temple Jedi, your knees go weak. You collapse right there. No one is there to help you to stand. You are by yourself.

He is not there either. And to miss him, to miss the one responsible for you to get where you are now only breaks through you.

Where are you, Anakin? I don’t feel you. Where did you go to?

The hood continues to absorve the impact of the rain. The sensation doesn’t soothe the sensation that the higher you get, the higher your fall will be. To be embraced by this storm only seems to reinforce the feeling that you are drowning to the core of suffering.

To whom are you enough? It takes a lot of criticism to knock down one’s self esteem and with time, with losses to face, with the delusion to wipe away the duty perception to a fragile Order, what is there to remain?

You have nothing else to think about. You raise your head and let a scream out of your lungs. A bittersweet mix of salty tears that roll over your cheeks and the tasteless rain that comes to your face is felt. You are soaked. You are hurting.

Immersed in what seems to be a longing for healing, you don’t realize the hologram that a clone nearby you opens it. You barely listen to a mechanical, evil voice giving the order 66. You don’t see the moment this clone complains about a strange migraine before saying something about executing the Jedis.

However, you do hear the sound of blasters. The sound of despair. You smell death. You rise instantly and the next thing you know a blaster is pointed at you.

“Jedi, you are about to die.”

That’s what you are told before he shoots at you.

***

Two years ago.

Anakin senses your disturbance the moment your ship lands. He comes right after you, concerned for your safety. You have only recently replaced Ahsoka as his Padawan and quickly earned his affection—though not exactly the way you wanted to be because, unlike his, yours was a different fondness that installed in your chest the moment you started the trains, but you always hid it away because you soon realized his heart belonged to someone else.

It is only fair you are greeted properly by your Master after such a difficult mission in Mustafar, a planet that only got to your nerves. And you also come back deeply wounded, though nothing hurts more than a broken pride—you were this close to knock Dooku down, but he was faster and wiser and here was when your inexperience left you.

“Hey Y/nickname.” He is frowning at you, seeing the scar you got in your shoulder and the signs of burnt in some parts of your skin. “What the hell happened?”

“I am fine”, you hear yourself saying but not even you believe in that. You look a mess and your words don’t match your state.

“Are you really going to lie to me?” Anakin asks you with ferocious eyes.

You regret instantly what you said.

“Apologies, Master. I feel better, truthfully.”

Anakin sees how you struggle to look composed. A sight he does not approve.

“You are shielding yourself behind your pride. I am not asking twice: what the hell happened?”

It takes a good deal of you to aquiesce with what he asks of you. Simple as it may seem to admit a failure from an outsider, it blows your self-esteem doing so. Yet, here you are. And when staring into his blue eyes, you tell him how Dooku overpowered you.

Anakin soon soothes in his treatment towards you. He places a hand over your shoulder and as he draws you closer, he says:

“You almost got me worried for a moment, Y/nickname. What on earth were you thinking about facing Dooku in such a planet?”

“I thought I could. After defeating Ventress and one of the Sith agents, I…” You sigh again.

“This is not a helpless case”, Anakin assures you. “Come now. You need to take care of yourself. Otherwise what use will you be to me?”

He offers you a soft smile before heading to meet Rex and the other clones. You don’t respond him, watching him go as you are left with your growing frustrations.

A few days later, though, you amend your pride. However, stubborn as you may be, you have clues about an agent to Dooku in the planet Y/C. Much to your dismay, Anakin refuses you.

“What? Why?!”, you cannot keep the good-girl posture much longer. Anakin raises his eyebrows, never before seeing you act like this. “I mean… What reason does my Master have for not granting me permission to get this mission? Have I not proved my worth?”

It’s only then that Anakin realizes you are both the same. And that he’s being to you what Obi-Wan was to him: hard, proud and stubborn. The result of his former frustration stands right before him, embodied in your person.

So he softens.

“I am sorry. It’s not about that. Things are escalating, Y/N. You are really good, you know that. Otherwise I wouldn’t take you under my wing”, he is pleased to seeing you smile. “Feeling better now?”

“Yes, thank you.” Calmer this time, you add: “When will my trials begin?”

“I have to check with the Council, but I believe it soon. And for someone who overpowered the Ventress, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

Anakin seems to notice you for the very first time when you smile at his compliment. And what a nice smile you have, Y/N. But instead of voicing his thought, life happens and such never got to his tongue.

***

A year ago.

Your hair is loose and longer than the last two years, dropping right to your waist. There is something sensual about how you always wear your y/c locks wild and untied, how you opt to wear bandages to protect your chest in the same color of your pants.

Such are Anakin’s perceptions. But he shouldn’t notice you. Not when he and Padmé broke up because of her ex boyfriend, not when he is in pain. Not to add the amount of issues he’s been having with the Council.

But when you flash him a overconfident smile, Anakin’s mind goes blank.

“Anakin, hi! Have you been there for some time?”, you ask him, always careful to shield your heart and thoughts.

You are now a Jedi like him, and though there is no need to be under his guidance anymore, the bond one has with the other is too tight to break.

“What’s the point of practicing by yourself?”, says he in a defiance tone. “Go on. Get your saber, Y/N. Let’s see how good you are.”

A year can change everything, how odd is to perceive it. But as you and Anakin practice, as twilight paints in orange the skies above you, no change is perceived.

Yet.

Because where you start dressing blue, he begins to dress black. Where you are growing patient, his moves start to be more aggressive. This is a contrast a good observer could have noticed, but one is so intricate with the other that neither of you sees it.

“Good”, Anakin laughs arrogantly. “But you can still do better, Y/N.”

Your smile starts to fade, but you are quick to omit your insecurity from his eyes. Those are now set on you like of a hunter, but you will not be his prey.

It doesn’t help your moves that wind starts to get colder. One shiver, but you resist it. One blow, you resist it. But then one cramp…and here’s where you meet your fall.

“Well done, Y/N”, he tells you softly after offering you his hand to grab it.

As you take it, you unintentionally fall over him. Anakin has to hold you, otherwise you’d get some bruises by dropping to the floor. And it’s right where his eyes meet yours.

And he knows. Because he knocks your shield down.

“Y/N…”

You get instantly red, freezing as you stare back into those blue eyes, aware that he found out. But…

But he leaves you there. And you watch as he turns his back at you, leaving you there, pretending nothing happened.

You put a smile and decide there is nothing to investigate. Absolutely nothing. So you go straight to your quarters.

***

You hear from Rex that he and Padmé Amidala are getting back together.

“I didn’t even know they broke up”, you tell him, baffled. “But good for them.”

Good for them indeed, but not for you. You sense Anakin has been avoiding you, and if these rumors are true, it may be wise to avoid the Senator’s presence as well.

Fuck. All my efforts to keep this unseen and unknown… all of these were for nothing.

So you decide to have a good and honest conversation with Anakin again. It takes some time but when you find him, you notice there is something wrong by how he turns at you.

“What?”

You clear your throat.

“Uh. It’s me, Y/N.”

Awkward.

Anakin sighs before turning at you. He softens and it’s only when you see that there’s been something going on. You leave your concerns aside and say:

“Anakin… What’s wrong? Please talk to me. Was it something that I did? I…”

“On the contrary, Y/nickname”, Anakin smiles at you and there is gentleness in his voice, contrasting it, however, to the sadness in his eyes. “You could never do anything to stress me out. There is nothing for you to worry about.”

You take his hand almost unconsciously, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by him.

“I want you to trust in me. I could be of help somehow. You don’t have to go through all of this by yourself.” You know he is about to protest, so you squeeze his hand and proceed: “Don’t shush me. You know you don’t have to carry this weight upon your shoulders.”

He does not realize he locks his fingers with yours.

“You don’t know what it is like…” And then he breaks down.

You hold him close, then pull him against you. One barrier has been knocked down. There is little need to speak, so you stay like this for some long time.

***

Six months ago.

You are assigned to a very difficult mission regarding the chase of Darth Maul in Mandalore. You don’t know yet, but this will be the last time you see Anakin before some catastrophic events happen.

And it’s just right at the time that you are preparing to leave that your former Master comes after you.

“Y/N”, he calls you, sounding somewhat reluctant.

You turn your head. Today your hair is tied in one long elaborated braid. And you are dressing red. A color that, according to Anakin’s opinion, suits you well.

“Yes, Anakin?”, you greet him cheerfully.

Whatever it was that happened that day changed every dynamics of your relationship. But at the same time… Neither of you dares to make the first move.

“I must tell you something”, he finally decides to quit the battle against his heart.

You smile at him, warmly so. Anakin smiles back. Both of you know what’s to be finally said. He extends his mechanic hand for you and you are about to take it when Master Windu comes up.

“Greetings, General Y/LN.” He bows his head at you first. “I believe General Rex is waiting for your command. General Skywalker, may I have a word?”

You and Anakin are forced to struggle with disappointment when this awkwardness hangs between you two. He carefully casts you a painful look, though something about your eyes relieves the anxiety in his soul.

“Of course”, you are quick to answer the older male. “I appreciate your kindness, Master Windu. Have a great day. Master Skywalker.”

“Take care, Master Y/LN”, Anakin says nonchalantly.

But as his eyes follow your moves, his heart is plagued by a bad feeling concerning your mission. Worst, however, is his remorse for never telling you how he came to love you.

***

The mission & The Order 66.

All the whilst the clone wars are coming to an end and Palpatine are orchestrating his coup, bringing Anakin to his side, you are flying after Maul. To the point that you find him in a Sith planet, long forgotten even by the Jedis. And it’s right there that you are forced to deal with something bigger.

“Join me, Y/N”, you hear Maul’s voice. “You can be my apprentice, together we will be greater than any Jedi or Sith.”

“No”, you clench your jaw. “Quit with the bullshit, Maul. I will never be by your side.”

Yet, in the midst of a dark mist that confuses your vision, you hear his laughter, full of disdain and deprived of joy.

“There is darkness in you, sweet Y/N. Fight it as you wish, but you cannot deny there is in you.”

And for some reason the certainty in his speech annoys you to the point you struck rightly so. A violent battle follows, there is only so much you can take, however, and he manages to escape you.

So close, yet so far.

Maul laughs as he hears your screams. But it’s not over yet. You pursuit him. You forget about clone wars and politics. Good sense dissipates as you start a chase that dries your energies.

This whole process only ends when you get back to Coruscant, months later. You succeed in bringing Maul to justice after all. But…

What have you done?

Vengeance is not the Jedi way, you could hear him admonish you. And you feel exhausted, drained out, so tired of all this Jedi thing. There is no taste of victory as what feeds your soul is a huge frustration.

Under a heavy rain, you let a cry out of your lungs. Under a heavy rain, you barely notice the presence of a troop, his migraine and words about the order 66.

“…destroy the Jedis.”

When you turn, it’s too late. The blaster would have knocked you down, had Anakin Skywalker not lifted the clone and sent him away. What would’ve been of you had he not rescued you?

“Oh Anakin!”, you basically tumble and fall onto him. “You came!”

He gives you a half way smile at you.

“I did, Y/Nickname. For you did.”

But his yellows are different.

***

The Rise of Lord Vader.

You are both alone in what used to be the council room, used for general meetings. Anakin is waiting for your reaction as he told you what happened. For some strange reason, however, you remain an enigma for him.

“You saved me”, it’s all you can say.

“What?”, Anakin turns from the window and stares at you, puzzled by your statement. “I told you all the wrongs I’ve done and you focused in this?”

“Yes”, you are firm in what you believe. You move to where he is, noticing he is still reluctant at what your next moves will be, you lock your hands together. “If you were truly this evil being, you’d have me killed. You care for me, don’t you? Say it, Anakin. Because I do too. More than that, in fact…”

You are interrupted by the urge of his lips clashing against yours. You gasp, forgetting how to breathe as his hands involve your frame, pulling it against his. Yours tangle within his curly hair, before resting over his face, holding it so dear, so gently.

When you part the kiss to catch your breathes, you rest your forehead against his as he does the same against yours, staying like this for quite a while. Chaos seems part of another world, distant from your private universe.

“You took too long for this, Anakin”, you whisper against his lips. “I’ve always thought your heart belonged to somebody else.”

“No, princess”, he caresses your cheek. “My heart has always been yours. It will remain so. Let me provide you the best for us, you deserve every recognition. I sensed your pain, there is no need for further suffering.”

“You bring me peace, Ani”, you admit it in a whisper. “I am tired of fighting.”

He wipes away your tears with his thumb. Gently, he says:

“There is no need to fighting anymore, my angel. I’m here for you. But I must know what will be of us.”

You rest your hands over his shoulders, not willing to separate from him. There had been too much time spent apart of each other. As you cast him a look, you come to realize what had there always been within you. The truth before announced by Darth Maul himself. So you say:

“In the end, I guess we had to fall, but I would gladly fall a thousand times more with you.”

Anakin smiles broadly at you. He embraces you, knowing that the love one feels for the other remains above all.

***

Epilogue.

Most times the war one wages is against what truly resides within oneself. Accepting that you are not entirely bad for having flaws helps you understand Anakin’s. Helps you both overcome issues that had been severely repressed by the Jedis.

Palpatine is now dead. Power lies in the hands of you both. But behind the scenes, balance prospers. Anakin pulls you against him every morning, every moment, to remind you the love he has for you only grows intense.

And you respond him with the same way. You never cease to defend him, to justify his doings. He’s been too misunderstood and one of the moments where you found your voice was defending your husband.

Oh yes. The two of you got married in a discreet ceremony at planet Y/C. Only two witnesses were present to attend: C3-P0 and R2-D2.

As time starts to pass, however, rumors begin to spread that where Lord Vader rules the Empire, it’s his Lady Y/N who rules him in bed. There might be some truth in it.

But neither of you seems to care. It’s all good. It’s perfect and happy as it should be.

#star wars #star wars imagine #imagine star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #Darth Vader x You #Darth Vader x Y/N #Darth Vader x female reader #alternative universe #the hunger games soundtrack

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doll-elvis · 1 year ago

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did you like linda thompson for elvis? any insight to their relationship?

I recently got two asks about Linda so I thought I would just combine them here: warning this is long because as always I have too much to say 🤭

and thank you so much guys for the asks <3!! I really appreciate the opportunity to delve into these topics and have an open discussion, please share any thoughts or opinions y’all have, I would truly love to hear from you guys too

as for the first ask: this will probably be controversial but honestly I have mixed feelings about Linda Thompson, and it’s not so much over her relationship with Elvis that I feel conflicted about, it’s just some of the comments/posts she has made that have rubbed me the wrong way a little bit🤧

To start though I want to say I by no means hate Linda, Elvis loved her and there’s no questions I have for why he did- I think she is a really caring and nurturing person at heart. So if Elvis loved her, then I wish the best for her, and I try to live by this philosophy for everyone he loved… even if they do things I don’t like or don’t agree with

Also her book is one of my favorites out of all the girlfriends and it is genuinely beautiful (although I do wish the whole book was just about Elvis because I could not care less about Caitlyn Jenner lmaoo). You can feel the love and respect she has for him, and I will always admire how candidly she talks about Elvis whilst also being understanding of him and his complexities. Obviously Elvis was not a perfect human, but Linda writes in a way that really conveys her compassion/love towards of him even during the times when he was being quite frankly, an asshole 💀

I truly respect her for taking care of him the best she could, and still defending him to this day. I was honestly always relieved whenever the camera was on her in that Amazon prime documentary “Elvis’ Women” because she often set the record straight and didn’t allow for any sensationalized stories to be told about him

And one of my absolute favorite quotes about Elvis comes from her book and it’s when she said, “There is black and there is white, and then there is Elvis Presley”

As for some of the comments she has made (mainly on her Instagram), I cannot help but get the vibe that she is a touch narcissistic or as some of the Memphis mafia have said, “has a beauty queen personality”😖

Obviously I’m no psychologist but if y’all follow her on Instagram you might know what I mean. A couple months ago she shared a Instagram story that had a quote from David Stanley saying something along the lines of “Linda was the most beautiful girl Elvis was with and the best for him”

Now there’s absolutely nothing wrong with holding that opinion, she is incredibly beautiful and she cared deeply for Elvis, but I feel like sharing that quote had no purpose but to boost her ego. And David Stanley can choke for all I care, especially because some of the headlines he has been making lately

Linda also has a tendency to diminish the relationships Elvis had with other women, particularly with Sheila Ryan and Ann Pennington

(quote from Shirley Dieu about Linda finding out about Sheila Ryan ⬆️)

Linda was very young and in love at the time and rightfully angry about being cheated on. But at the same time I don’t think that justifies calling another woman a hooker, and that definitely doesn’t make it okay to tell everybody in the group that she was getting paid to be with Elvis, especially when it’s known that Sheila was the one girlfriend who demanded nothing out of him ⬇️ (y’all know I love Sheila I’m serious about defending her lmaoo)

She also recently made a post on Instagram where she shared some photos of her and Elvis and said this in the caption ⬇️

Am I too sensitive or does this rub y’all the wrong way too?? I wouldn’t call Sheila Ryan or Ann Pennington just “friends”. This may have not been Linda’s intentions but I find it disrespectful to reduce their relationship with Elvis to that, especially when Elvis cared so much about them

Even in the Amazon prime documentary “Elvis’ Women” she referred to Sheila and Ann as “dalliances” and also said the only women with any “holding power” in Elvis’ life was herself, Anita and Priscilla. But to name a few, Elvis almost married Dixie Locke before he got famous, he bought Graceland and intended to live there with June Juanico, he seriously considered marrying Ann Margret, he wanted Joyce Bova to live at Graceland (same with Sheila Ryan) and he literally proposed to Ginger Alden

Again, I might just be sensitive but that “holding power” comment totally rubbed me the wrong way. I have the feeling this is how she fuels her self-importance … by minimizing Elvis’ relationships with other women 🤧

as for the second ask: I think what caused the decline of her relationship with Elvis was that as she matured and grew up within the 4 1/2 years they dated, her priorities changed, and they no longer fitted to what Elvis wanted

Linda was pushing for marriage and by doing so Elvis was feeling pressured, and just from what I have read about him, that man didn’t want to be pressured by anybody

I honestly don’t believe Elvis ever intended to get married after his divorce with Priscilla, and despite proposing to Ginger, like many others, I don’t believe he would have taken the step to the actual altar. So by being very open about his affairs and wanting to be photographed with Diana Goodman and introducing women like Sheila Ryan at concerts as his girlfriend, perhaps that was his way of letting Linda know he didn’t “belong” to her and wasn’t planning on getting married🤧

(excerpt from “Elvis: What happened?” ⬇️)

This excerpt is from Albert Goldman’s “Elvis” so definitely take it with a grain of salt but I think it’s very interesting as it describes the course of his relationship with Linda ⬇️

In Linda Thompson’s book “A Little Thing called Life” she talks very openly about how their relationship essentially became “sexless”, and how she graduated to the role of caretaker as opposed to romantic partner. And according to Diana Goodman, Linda even acted as a third wheel when Elvis went on dates with Diana, and so I think by that point in the relationship Linda didn’t feel as threatened by other women because she knew her role in Elvis’ life: caretaker

This is just my opinion but I think Elvis stayed with Linda Thompson so long purely out of convenience. She was a woman who knew what he liked (movies, food, music etc. etc), she knew how to take care of him, and she had integrated herself into the group very successfully and got along with the people in his life, especially Lisa Marie. I have seen Elvis being quoted saying “I don’t want to teach another one” a few times, meaning he didn’t want to have to teach another woman how he lived, and how he liked things, he was simply comfortable with Linda because she knew him

But I think Elvis likely felt a little suffocated by her constant presence, which seemed to be the case with most women who he was with for long periods of time, and I believe that’s when he began pursuing women like Sheila Ryan, Ann Pennington and Diana Goodman. I also believe this is why he bought Linda an apartment out in California and a house in Memphis despite her living at Graceland: he was slowly trying to inch her out of the picture so he could do whatever he wanted with whatever woman he wanted. I forget what Memphis Mafia member said it but I remember a quote that said something like While Linda was out shopping in California, Elvis got with other women, that’s why he encouraged her spending

(excerpt from Linda’s book where she confronted Elvis after he began having affairs after the first year they were together ⬇️)

“once in a while I just need a little different stimulation, different company”

As for Elvis saying he could never picture himself marrying Linda, Ginger Alden’s book gives great insight ⬇️

Elvis could be very old fashioned about things so this definitely seems like a plausible explanation as to why he could never picture himself marrying Linda, she was likely too headstrong about it and it turned him off from the idea. As for flirting with the idea about having children with Linda, Elvis was very “obsessed” with the idea of having a son, and when he began dating Ginger Alden he also told her about him wanting her to have his son, and name him John Baron. So I don’t think his ideas of having more children was because of Linda or Ginger specifically, I believe he just wanted a son, and would likely tell whatever woman that he was intending to be with for a long time, his idea

if y’all have made it this far, thank you for reading <3!! I’m always open to discussion and just remember most of this is just my personal opinions so don’t take anything as the cold truth until you have done research and decided for yourself. I’m curious to read what y’all think about everything 👀

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