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Kicking Baby • Erling Haaland

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 8

“Mummy it kicked me. The baby kicked me,”

“Mummy it kicked me. The baby kicked me,” Your daughter got out sounding slightly astonished like she didn’t know that babies could move and kick in the tummy. To be fair she is only 4 so she probably didn’t however you have spoken about it before as it had happened before just not whilst she was leaning against your tummy. The baby had been moving around all day and it was slightly uncomfortable so you managed to persuade your daughter to sit down and watch a film together. She was lying down cuddling into you when the baby kicked her.

“They’re saying hello to their big sister,” You gasped. Once again the baby kicked against your daughter's hands which were now on your tummy and she started giggling and just looked at you with amazement in her eyes.

“Hi baby,” Your daughter giggled now patting your stomach as well to say hello to the baby. This made a smile come over your face and carefully you grabbed your phone to record this moment. From the moment you found out you were pregnant you were nervous about how your daughter would react to it because she was so used to having all of your and Erling’s attention however when you told her she was so excited and both you and Erling have made sure has been a part of it all not wanting her to be left out at all. Your daughter has loved going to the scans to see the baby and hearing the heartbeat and she’s even loved picking out a teddy and some clothes for the new baby. She is very excited and that is showing right now.

Pulling you from your thoughts your daughter let out a screech but before you could warn her she had ran off to go and grab something. It wasn’t long before she came running back in with a couple of her own books in her hands and you were slightly confused because as much as she loves reading she would rather sit and watch a film like you were doing but now she had several books in her hands.

“Are we going to read Bubba?” You questioned manoeuvring yourself so you were in a more comfortable position to read. Your daughter just shook her head as she bounced over to you and climbed onto the sofa placing the books next to her.

“I’m going to read to the baby since they are awake,” Your daughter spoke picking up her favourite book and opening it up. Your daughter was only starting to learn to read so she couldn’t actually read it with the actual words and make it accurate however considering how much you and Erling had read it she could probably recite it word for word. Plus there were pictures so she could make it up.

You just stayed there lying on the sofa allowing your daughter to ‘read’ the books to the baby and after taking a video of the moment you put your phone down and just enjoyed the moment. When your second child is born you know that there won’t be a lot of peaceful moments so you have to take it all in now plus this moment is actually adorable. As your daughter was reading you heard the front door open and you knew that Erling was home after training. That was how you could tell that your daughter was so engrossed in reading because usually she would sprint to the door to meet him but now she’s just reading.

Keeping one eye on the door you watched and waited for Erling to come through and when he did you put your finger up to your lips telling him to keep quiet as you didn’t want him to disturb what was happening. He just nodded his head and pointed to the bedroom before disappearing. He was obviously going to change before interrupting the moment. Change into something more comfortable and sort himself out before your daughter wants his constant attention. After letting her know about her new baby sibling, she was excited but at the same time has become significantly clingier with you both probably knowing that she will have to share attention with the new baby so she’ll try to get it all now. It was nice but was also making you nervous about the new baby's arrival.

“Hi,” You mouthed to Erling when he returned to the room after getting changed. He had this soft smile on his face and his hair was down flowing free around his shoulders allowing it to relax a bit after being up in a bun all day because of training. He loved being able to get home and just let his hair loose and so did your daughter who loved platting it and doing a bunch of different things to it. To be honest you were slightly jealous of his hair. It’s so soft and shiny and you adore just running your hand through it. You love it when it’s down as it usually means he’s relaxing and when he puts it up it’s to get it out of his face so he can do some sort of work and it’s usually never up unless your daughter has done it when he’s at home. You get to see it all lovely and free-flowing.

“Hi,” He mouthed back as he walked closer. He placed a soft kiss against your temple before leaning down and grabbing your daughter and tickling her causing her to screech and let out a bunch of giggles whilst wriggling around trying to get out of Erling’s hold.

“Daddy,” She squealed, and Erling stopped tickling her and actually cuddled her this time. She leaned into his arms and laid her head on his shoulders just cuddling into him. One of her hands crawled around his back to grab the ends of his hair which she ended up twirling around her fingers.

“What have you been doing?” Erling softly asked her.

“The baby kicked me,” She told him, smiling brightly. Her smile was the exact copy of Erling’s very own smile. It was mental how much she looked like Erling at times. Also, it was quite rude considering you carried her for 9 months and she has the audacity to look like Erling. Her eyes even crease in the same way his did when she smiles and laughs. It is adorable.

“The baby kicked you,” Erling responded pretending to sound shocked by that and your daughter enthusiastically nodded her head and started rambling on and on about the baby and it kicking her before moving on to talking about god knows what. Erling listened intently to every word even if some of it made no sense whatsoever and even if some of the words she was speaking weren’t real words. He hung on to every word his daughter was saying, umming and ahhing and even asking a couple questions too which you think your daughter ignored because she was busy just rambling on whilst still twirling Erling’s hair around her little fingers.

“I’m reading,” She eventually said interrupting her own little ramble before wiggling to get down. Once Erling let her down she ran to grab one of her books and sat next to you and began reading again. Meanwhile, Erling took a seat next to you on your other side and wrapped one arm around you whilst the other was resting possessively against your stomach just listening to your daughter trying to read the book. It was one of the rare and peaceful moments in this crazy household. Every now and then your daughter would look at you and Erling and you both would give her a smile so she would continue. It’s good to get her reading and it’s actually nice to listen to and see her improvement.

“Our little family,” He whispered, rubbing your stomach and causing your child that was in your stomach to start kicking and moving around. It was a nice feeling especially with Erling’s hand there and Erling loved feeling the baby kick too. Like your daughter it made him included in the pregnancy, slightly anyway. Before you were able to say anything back to him your daughter had seemed to finish reading her book to your bump and apparently needed entertaining by a very specific person. Erling.

“Daddy, I'm bored. Can I do your hair?” Your daughter begged pushing her book onto the floor.

“You’re soon going to have two of them pulling you in a million different directions,” You chuckled when he gave you a look that said ‘please save me.’ He loves his daughter, he does, and loves playing with her and would honestly do anything for her however when she does his hair… it hurts. He’s actually shocked that he has as much hair as he does considering how hard your daughter pulls it. He will never say no to her though because your daughter thoroughly enjoys it and he loves anything that she does.

“I can’t wait,” He replied kissing your temple and bump before moving to entertain your daughter whilst you stayed sitting on the sofa. This is your little family and you cannot wait for the adventure when the new baby arrives.

MASTERLIST | MORE HAALAND

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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always | p. gasly

pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 3.6k words (i don't know why but i thought this was longer) request: yes/no, by an anon: "Hey! I loved Chérie so much it’s such a great fic! Could you do a Pierre imagine with #2 from fluff on prompt list 2. Maybe where him and reader have been dating for ages but no one really noticed cause they’ve always been like touchy people. Then one day reader turns up with an engagement ring and everyone is shocked but v happy for them cause people were routing for them to get together anyway. Feel free to change it up however you want to just thought it’d be a funny/cute idea ☺️"prompt: letter g: grateful. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. & fluff "2: "they're good for each other" (i changed it a bit) from this prompt list.warnings: language, time jumps (lmk if they're confusing), memes at the end. a/n: day seven! i hope you like it, it's my favorite out of all the christmas alphabet fics i've wriiten.

my masterlist/ christmas alphabet masterlist

(sir plsss)

age 5

december 25th, 2001.

a young girl with two french braids sat on one of the swings in the park where she was playing. it was extremely too cold for anyone to be out at that time in the morning, but she had to have at least thrity minutes of playtime outside every day, and that included christmas morning.

her house was right across the street, and she could see from the short distance that her mother, who sat on the porch swing waiting for her, was waving her arms at the little girl, telling her it was time to come home. she raised both hands, stretching her fingers wide, asking her for ten more minutes. her mother crossed the street and walked to her.

"mommy, please, ten more minutes." the girl asked, pouting.

"you'll get a cold, my love. i don't want you sick," her mother replied, brushing the hair away from the girl's face, before adjusting the hat back on her head. the bright pink pompom bouncing from side to side with each movement the girl made.

"i won't! i promise i won't get sick, i have my hat, and my scarf, and my gloves! look, i put the scar over my mouth and nose like you do!" the girl said as she imitated her mother, the yarn protecting her from the cold air.

"five minutes, i'll wait for you here," her mother answered and the girl ran to the swings.

"can you push me?!" the girl yelled, and her mother approached her, standing behind her as she pushed the little girl. the happy giggles that escaped the girl's lips feeling like the greatest christmas gift the mother could ever ask for.

they heard a door slam shut, and from the other side of the street, they saw a family leaving their home, a small boy with light brown hair walking between his mother and father. they reached the park where the girl and her mother were. the girl was a little shy, so she jumped from the swing and grabbed her mother's hand, hiding behind her legs as the family walked to them.

"merry christmas!" the girl's mother called, smiling at the neighbors.

"merry christmas, i don't believe we've met, we just moved a few days ago," the boy's mom said, walking to the girl's mother and shaking her hand.

"i saw the moving truck, are you adjusting nicely?" the girl noticed from behind her mother's legs that the boy had a toy plane in his hands.

"yes, thank you," the boy's father said, the adults continued to introduce themselves before the boy caught his father's attention. "this is our son, pierre, we were just going to fly this plane that santa brought him," the man said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"nice to meet you pierre, this is my daughter, (y/n)." the girl's mother moved a little to the side, exposing her child to the three strangers. "say hi, honey," the woman instructed, the girl felt her cheeks warming as his parents smiled at her. she just waved her hand, looking at the boy for a second before looking up at her mom.

"do you want to come play with me?" the boy asked, extending his arms for her to see his airplane. the girl shook her head, gripping her mother's hand. "it's okay if you don't want to! but i think it will be fun! my dad says it's the best one that santa and his elves could make!" the boy explained, grinning as he admired his plane.

the little girl's eyes widened, looking from the smiling boy, to his brand-new plane, to her mother. the woman laughed, looking at her daughter's conflicted face.

"do you want to go play?" she asked, the girl nodded her head enthusiastically. "it's okay, you can go. i'll be right here," she assured her daughter, who took off running behind the boy to the center of the park, where he set the plane on the grass and grabbed the remote control, pushing furiously all the buttons in hopes of making it work, all of a sudden, the airplane took off a few meters in the air before crashing down.

the kids laughed and yelled, pointing at the airplane as they ran to it.

they played for hours, until their stomachs grumbled and their lungs protested from all the laughter. when her mother told her it was time to go and visit her grandparents, the girl didn't want to leave. she wanted to spend more time with the boy, her new friend.

"it's okay! we can play tomorrow! and you can show me all the gifts santa gave you this year!" the boy comforted the girl when small tears welled up in her eyes.

"tomorrow?" she repeated, pierre nodded, smiling at her.

"yes! we're friends now, and friends play together all the time!" he said, hugging her. the girl was surprised, but hugged him back.

"okay," she said, "bye, pierre!" the girl called as she walked home with her mother, the boy was doing the same, head turned back as his body kept moving forward.

"bye, (y/n)! thanks for playing with me!"

age 11

december 22nd, 2007.

"say goodbye, (y/n), we need to go to the gate," the girl's mother said as she rubbed a hand up and down her back. she was clinging to her best friend like her life depended on it. she didn't want to go.

"why can't i stay?" the girl said as she hid her face in pierre's neck. they were about to start puberty, and he was already growing taller, meanwhile, she remained the same height.

"because you promised nana and pop you'd go for christmas, they will be sad if they don't see you," her father spoke this time, as he returned with the plane tickets in his hand.

"i can go during the summer," her voice came out muffled, as she squeezed her eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling.

"you're coming with us to rouen," pierre said.

"then i'll see them in march," the girl said as pierre pulled her closer.

"we're going to london," pierre reminded her. from behind her, the girl heard her father sighing.

"not helping, son," he chuckled.

"i don't want to go," she said.

"we'll be back in two weeks," her mother smiled at her.

"that's fourteen days. four. teen."

"glad to see you can do math, kid, let's go or the plane will leave without us," her father said and her eyes shone as an idea popped in her head.

"my stomach hurts, i need to use the restroom!" she said.

"there's one on the plane," her mother said, realizing what she was trying to do.

"i can't feel my legs!" she said, leaning her weight on pierre, who caught her before she fell.

"i'll carry you," her dad said, in the same monotone voice as her mother.

"i'm afraid of flying!" she tried, but everyone, including pierre's mom who had volunteered to drive them to the airport, looked at her with a frown on their faces.

"you love airplanes," pierre whispered at her, though it wasn't as low as he had intended.

"i know i love planes, but they don't know that!" she whispered back at him.

"we do know that," her mom said. she grunted, rolling her eyes.

"i have rights," she crossed her arms.

"c'mon kid, we have to go now. say goodbye, you'll see each other in just a few days," her mother side-hugged her.

she hugged pierre again, holding on tightly before reluctantly letting go of him.

"here," he said once they separated. she watched as he took off his blue beaded bracelet, grabbing her hand and slipping it until it was secured around her wrist. "so you have something to remember me while you're away." he said before embracing her again.

"thank you, pierre. i'm going to miss you,"

age 16

december 25th, 2012.

"hi, is (y/n) here?" pierre heard a male voice from the front door.

it was your usual christmas eve, (y/n) and pierre were going to hang out at her house whilst wearing matching onesies and watching action movies.

"yes, she's getting ready, she'll be down in a minute," her mother said as she invited the guy at the door in. he was surprised to see the girl's friend from school, toby.

pierre knew she had a crush on toby, she spoke about him in a way that made his stomach feel funny. he glared at the boy, sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal on his hands. it wasn't helping pierre's confidence the fact that he was wearing the stitch onesie she'd gotten him for christmas last year, meanwhile toby wore a cheesy red and green christmas sweater.

"hey," toby greeted pierre, placing his hands in his pockets, pierre didn't answer, returning his attention to the tv, where the avengers were closing the chitauri wormhole.

she walked down the stairs, not wearing a pink stitch onesie, instead wearing a maroon turtleneck, jeans, and a black jacket.

"hey," she smiled, standing on her tiptoes as she pressed her lips against his. toby's.

"hey, beautiful are you ready?" toby asked, a grin on his face.

"yeah, i'll just talk to my mom and we can go," the girl said as she grabbed her bag, facing the living room, she saw pierre sitting on the couch, eyebrows furrowed.

"pierre... wh- what are you doing here?" the girl asked. "can you wait for me outside? i'll be right there," she said, toby nodded, kissing her cheek, which made her blush.

"it's christmas eve," he said. he didn't feel the need to explain any further, it was clear as day. christmas eve is pierre and (y/n)'s day.

"oh, my god. i forgot," she said, eyes widening. she sat next to pierre. "i'm so sorry, i promised toby we'd go ice skating together, he invited me last night," she giggled like a little girl.

"you kissed him," pierre said. noticing the way the girl tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

"he asked me out last week, didn't i tell you?" she asked, he shook his head. "i must've forgotten," she whispered. "i'm really sorry, but he's waiting right outside, can we... maybe, do this tomorrow?" the girl said.

"i can't tomorrow, i'm going-"

"to your aunt's..." she finished for him, sighing. "it's fine i'll- i'll tell him we can go another day, i'll-" she said, but pierre felt a little sting in his heart as he heard the disappointment in the girl's voice.

"no, you go with him. we'll have many more christmas eves in the future," he forced a smile. the girl squealed, reaching forward and wrapping her arms around pierre's neck. she kissed his cheek.

"thank you, thank you, thank you. i promise i'll make it up to you, bye!" she said as she ran out the door.

"by-" the sound of the door slamming shut cut him off.

after saying goodbye to her mother, pierre walked back home with the hood of his onesie on. his house was empty, everyone knew pierre was unavailable on the 24th of december, always. he changed to an oversized sweater and jeans, grabbing his phone and checking his social media.

he ate by himself, his parents were returning that night, after an early christmas trip to the mountains. he watched tv in the living room, not really paying attention to whatever was playing, the sound drifting him off until he fell asleep.

loud banging on his door woke him up, the doorbell rang incessantly as he got up and ran to the door.

she stood there, tears falling down her face as she ran to his arms. he lead her in, closing the door behind her. she leaned her weight on him, her whole body shook as sobs left her throat.

"what's wrong? what happened?" he asked, moving her hair away from her face and wiping the tears with his thumbs.

"cami and toby- i-i went to get something to eat and when i came back they-" she shook her head, and pierre pushed her head into his neck. letting her mourn what could've been.

"he didn't deserve you, (y/n). no one is worthy of you. you're kind, and beautiful, and so, so lovely. you don't have to waste your time on people who can't see how valuable and absolutely magnificent you are." he whispered as he led her to his room. they laid in his bed as he continued to console her, until her throat hurt from the sobbing and her eyes burned from crying.

"i'm sorry i left you alone for him, i-"

"don't apologize, pretty girl."

"no, i have to. it's our tradition and i didn't even remember it. god, i'm such an idiot, all he had to do was tell me a few sweet words and that was it,"

"don't say that. you deserve to fall in love, i know it hurts, but sometimes heartache is part of the process. next time, maybe pick a better man," he tried to joke, and he felt relieved when he saw a smile on her lips.

"i don't think i want to fall in love anymore," she said as she looked up at the ceiling. the tears had stopped, thankfully.

"it'll happen, the moment you least expect it, and they'll be everything you can think of, you'll worry for their safety when they're away, you'll want to spend every moment with them. you'll think they're the most amazing person to ever walk the earth," he said and the girl smiled as she looked at the glow-in-the-dark stars she'd helped pierre stick to his ceiling many years ago.

"since when do you know so much about love?" the girl asked, turning on her side.

"i don't know, i guess i'm in love with someone."

"care to share with the class?"

"no,"

"why?"

"you'll find out sooner than later."

"thank you for helping me feel better,"

age 21

october 1st, 2017.

she had a vip pass around her neck, she'd been invited by pierre to his f1 debut at the malaysian gp. she was sitting at the toro rosso garage as she waited for pierre to come back from his race. he had media and other responsibilities, so she watched intently everything going on around her. the mechanics were doing an incredible job as they inspected the car, she was mesmerized, too enthralled by what seemed to be an extremely rehearsed choreography, that she was startled by two arms wrapping around her frame.

"had fun?" she heard in her ear.

"that was amazing," she stood up and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down.

"yeah, well..."

"you did your best, and that is enough reason to celebrate," the girl said as she toyed with the bracelet around his wrist. since she'd kept his blue beaded one, she gave him one of hers.

they said goodbye to everyone, his arm on her shoulders as they walked away.

"thanks for coming with me," he said.

"anytime," she answered as she kissed his cheek.

age 23

august 31st - september 1st 2019.

everyone knew not to mess with pierre's friend. and everyone knew that when pierre was having a bad day, only his best friend could fix it.

the 2019 belgian gp was one of the hardest weekends for pierre to live. her plane arrived in the middle of the night, even though he'd said he was alright, he clearly wasn't and she knew. she spoke to his team, who arranged a car to pick her up from the airport and had left a key for her in the lobby.

she knew she wasn't ready for whatever was going to happen next, but she had a friend to comfort, her person needed her, and she'd be there for him like he did many times for her.

she knocked on his door even though she had a key. she waited a few seconds, hearing no sounds coming from inside. she slipped the key from her pocket and waited for the light to turn green. she opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

she placed her suitcase down, careful to not make any noise. soft crying coming from the bedroom broke her heart, she didn't need to look to know it was him.

the girl approached her friend, climbing in bed with him and whispering sweet words for him.

"hey, hey, i'm here pierre. let it out, let it all out. i'm here," he was sitting on the bed with his knees up to his chest, his face buried in them.

"(y/n)..." he said, looking up at her. his eyes were so red, wet with tears.

"i'm here. i've got you." she said. seeing him like that, so broken and sad, with millions of tragedies one after the other, it made her wonder how he was still standing after enduring so much. "i'll always be here," the young woman said.

"thank you," he whispered.

"no need to thank."

age 23

november 17th, 2019.

her nails were long gone, her foot was tapping incessantly on the floor as the laps ticked by and the end of the race neared. her best friend crossed the finish line in 2nd place. the tears that welled up in her eyes were a mix of happiness and pride. she felt so proud of him, the screams he let out in the car after he was told he'd finished in p2 were like music to her ears.

she watched with the rest of the team as he sprayed the champagne with the other two drivers on the podium. the smile on his face was one that she'd only seen a couple of times, they all included her, but this was all him. all his hard work and perseverance.

when he finally finished with everything, he ran to his driver's room, buzzing with excitement and need to get her in his arms. he opened his door to find her tapping her foot against the floor. when she heard the door open she shot up, running to him and jumping in his arms.

"p-fucking-2!" she said as she grabbed his face in her hands, she shook her head in disbelief. "p2. fuck, i knew your time was coming, you've worked so hard."

"it's all thanks to you," he said.

"no. this is all you. you0ve worked so hard, sacrificed so much, and endured all the shit that life has thrown your way, and you-" she broke into a sob. "fuck, you deserve this, you deserve so much more." she pulled him close to her.

they both had so much adrenaline in their veins, that one thing led to the other, and suddenly she had her back against the wall, his chest against hers as their lips fought for dominance.

age 25

december 25th, 2021.

your friendship was always meant to be something more. your lives changed throughout the years, but the only constant was your presence in each other's lives.

you look at the shiny ring on your finger, biting your lip as you think back to the night before. pierre had turned the search for your last christmas gift into a scavenger hunt all around the town where you grew up in. as it turned out, the gift was always in his pocket, but the clues led you back to that park across the street from your childhood home, where you first met.

you sat on the swing as he pushed you. after you got tired of swaying back and forth he sat next to you, you thought that your gift was just to reminisce about that day where you first met exactly twenty years ago. but as you were about to get up, pierre noticed that your shoe was untied, so he kneeled in front of you, tied your shoe for you. you stood up, but he stayed there, one knee on the grass. you looked down at him as he looked up, your eyebrows furrowed.

he pushed your legs back, until you sat on the swing again. he placed a hand on your knee, as he discreetly pulled out the ring with his other one.

a kiss on your cheek pulls you out of your thought, you look to your side as your fiance moves so he's on top of you, leaning his weight on his elbows.

"good morning, fiance," he says as he pecks your lips. one of your hands grabs his face, leading him back to your lips.

"hey, fiance," you whisper.

"have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine..." he says and your heart squeezes inside your chest.

"all yours... as long as you're mine," you say, throwing your arms around his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist, using all your strength to flip you around so you're on top.

"always. thank you for making me the happiest person on earth," pierre says.

"always," you repeat his words.

age 26

march 19th, 2022.

daniel created the groupchat.

daniel has added lando, charles, carlos, max, checo, seb, lance, mick, george, nicky, yuki, esteban, and fernando to the groupchat.

daniel has sent a picture.*

daniel: hello???? did anyone else notice this?

lando: what

mick: what?

daniel has sent a picture. **

daniel: here, i've circled it for you blind losers.

charles: oh.

daniel: now you see it?

lance: that's a huge fucking rock.

seb: good for her! she's a great kid, and deserves to be happy.

george: do we know who the lucky guy is?

checo: whoever he is, he's won the lottery.

max: daniel, you stupid fuck, you literally only had to ask pierre instead of making this groupchat.

daniel: oh.

esteban: lol

fernando: children, all of you.

lando: i agree

nicky: stfu, you're literally the second youngest on the grid.

lando has sent a picture.

yuki: lmao, he does look like that right now.

carlos: someone photoshop lando's shocked face on top of that pikachu.

george: i'll do it

lando: your photoshop skills suck

lando has sent a picture

seb: guys, focus.

max has sent a picture

lando: hey! don't steal my meme.

max has added pierre and (y/n) to the groupchat.

(y/n): what's this?

max: congrats on your engagement, (y/n)!

(y/n): thanks! we're very happy!

pierre: yes, thanks guys! you're obviously all invited to the wedding!

daniel, lando, charles, carlos, max, checo, seb, lance, mick, george, nicky, yuki, esteban, fernando: what!?

(y/n): what?

pierre: what?

seb: you're together?

pierre: yeah, we've been for a couple of years.

esteban: wow, it makes sense. you're good for each other!

charles: why didn't you tell me?

pierre: i did

charles: i thought we were friends.

pierre: i did tell you

charles: oh

charles: i thought you were joking.

(y/n): ??? he literally said "it feels like we've been together forever" to you this morning.

charles: i thought he was talking about m e.

yuki: jesus fucking christ. anyway congrats to you both!

yuki has left the chat

carlos, lance, george, nicky, esteban, and fernando: same

carlos, lance, george, nicky, esteban, and fernando have left the chat

pierre: thanks!

mick: i'll hug you in person when i see you! congrats!

(y/n): alpha tauri motorhome, come along!

daniel, lando, charles, max, checo, seb, mick: coming!

pierre: we'll be here!

everyone has left the chat.

* & **: i didn't want to add the picture, but just imagine you and pierre walking the paddock side by side and there's an engagement ring on your finger.

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 3 years

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Sweet secret | Tom Felton one shot

Request: yes. @anonymous

Word count: 2,710 words

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This one was requested a while ago, I just had troubles writing it. But I really hope you guys like it! Don’t forget that my requests are still open and there’s a prompt list waiting for y’all to check it out. Also, let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! Take care babes xx

Being the only child of a rockstar had its own benefits. For example, it was a lot more easier for Y/N to meet her favourite celebrities and make connections with influential people from all type of industries. Having a world wide famous rockstar as a dad meant that she spent most of her time in the limelight, always travelling with him and being his biggest fan from the day she was born. By the age of sixteen, she had already travelled the whole world and successfully used her name to speak up about social issues and help different charities and organisations. She had never stopped talking about the importance of acceptance, equality, support and love. She lived her life like that. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, as long as you didn’t hurt the ones she loved, she loved you and supported you. That was what she saw from her parents, and she was proud of her family being one of those celebrity families who never let fame get in their heads and go crazy over their net worth. They lived a humble life, and shared their love with the world.

But of course that lifestyle came with the content rumours and paparazzi chasing after them in the street. They tried to capture an awkward moment that could be laughed at, a bad hair day that could be the reason to judge, but what they wanted most, is to capture her with someone from the opposite sex. She always kept her love life private, hardly sharing any information about who she was seeing or who she was in a relationship with. She was happy that they could keep their relationship a sweet little secret for almost six months, and enjoy the privacy and intimacy of their bubble. It was until one day a fan of Tom successfully took a picture of them, being in the same car, driving around Los Angeles.

She met Tom through a mutual friend, who was aware of their silly little platonic crush on each other and knowing Y/N and Tom, she thought they could be a power couple. So when she learnt that both of them were going in to in LA for weeks, she didn’t hesitate to throw a summer party in her beach house and invite both of them. She kept it as a secret, didn’t want them to think they are being forced into something that they didn’t want in the first place. Y/BSF/N knew Y/N just recently got out of a terrible relationship and she was a little bit afraid to start something knew, fearing that the new guy would be the same as the previous one. And she knew that Tom, no matter how many times he said and acted like he wasn’t, was lonely and wanted to finally find someone who he could share his life with. She knew she had nothing to worry about, because the second they were introduced, they just immediately hit it off and spent the whole afternoon and night by each other’s side, talking about movies, music, travel, dreams and goals, and when the cocktails finally kicked in, they weren’t shy to shamelessly flirt with each other. Tom was confident about their mutual sympathy and felt something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time, and two days later, he asked her out of their first official date. He was a real gentleman. He picked Y/N up at her flat, brought a huge bouquet of white roses to her and treated her like a queen the whole night. He arranged a candlelight picnic dinner on the beach, far from the popular parts, so nobody could ruin their first date. They fed each other with fruits and cuddled while they watched the stars. It was nothing crazy, nothing fancy and extravagant. Money wasn’t in focus, but they were. That night was all about them. And when the night eventually had to end, Tom walked her to the door and sweetly kissed Y/N. Ever since then, the couple couldn’t imagine their days without at least FaceTiming each other. They were happy and crazily in love, of course they wanted to keep that a secret as long as they could , not wanting the media to ruin in for them. But life didn’t work like that. Paparazzi had no mercy and they were paid to take preferably the highest quality pictures of the top celebs and their close family. And social media users wanted something they could talk about, because that was the main priority for most people nowadays. Stalking the subject of their obsession and use the protection of anonymity of social media to hate and judge other people.

“Have you seen the pictures?” Y/N asked Tom when she finally found him chilling by the pool in his backyard. It was a rather hot day in LA, and he had a few days break from shooting his next movie, he wanted to get the best out of his little break and spend every single minute with his lady “My dad just sent me them” she gave her phone to Tom, so he could check out the short article with the attached photos. It was from a few days ago, when they went to grocery shopping together. They were just leaving the parking lot, and it was visible that Tom was holding up their interwind hands to his lips to kiss on her knuckles. Another picture of them showed how Tom opened the car door for Y/N, and as she was getting in the vehicle, he playfully patted her butt. He quickly clicked on the link to see the full article. It was really short, probably because the journalist didn’t have any solid evidence or information about their romance.

“What can I say? I just love your ass” Tom handed back her phone and chuckled at her expression “Darling, stop worrying. A fan sent those pictures to TMZ, so what? They have no evidence that we’re dating” he put his hand of her calf and looked up at her girlfriend. He knew they couldn’t keep their relationship a secret forever. No matter how much Tom liked the excitement of sneaking around and having privacy, he wanted to show the world how beautiful, amazing and perfect his girlfriend was “This shall too pass, just like any other rumour that is left without a word.”

“Alright” Y/N sighed and decided to ignore the article, the photos, the comments and the mentions. Tom was right. This whole thing will be long forgotten in a couple of days, if neither of them say anything about it. In that case, the media couldn’t blow it up “I just hate the media and the drama it causes every time”

“I know” he smiled at her sweetly, not liking the frown on her face from annoyance and worry “So will you finally join me in the pool or do I have to throw you in it again?” Y/N laughed and put her phone down on the deck chair. She winked at Tom and take of the think summer dress she was wearing to reveal Tom’s favourite swimsuit, a white one-piece with a deep V-cut. He whistled at her as she was walking down the few steps of the pool and swam up to him “You just made this already hot day way hotter, baby” he pulled her close, kissing her passionately and making her forget all about that article.

2 months later -

Having a boyfriend who was constantly traveling and filming wasn’t making a relationship smooth, and if you add a girlfriend who was working on her own career just as hard, then you could easily how Tom and Y/N’s relationship was. But they knew what they wanted and they did everything to make it work, even if they were in two different parts of the country. They called each other every time they had the chance, made sure to send a supporting message to the other, letting them know they were proud of their achievements in life, and of course memes. Tom was a huge fan of memes, and he liked to spam Y/N with them, especially with the Harry Potter ones. Y/N lived for the smile on Tom’s face and she knew how much he loved surprises, so when she could finally take a week off from work, her first thing was to book a flight to the city Tom was currently at. The smile on his face and how excited and happy he was when he saw his girlfriend after almost two months of only being able to see her through his phone was worth anything to Y/N.

“I missed you so much, baby” Tom said in between kisses, not letting go of the laughing girl in his arms “I was getting rather lonely without you” his was got an octave deeper and the familiar flame of lust and love appeared in his ocean blue eyes. Slowly, his lips made their way down to her neck from her lips, kissing along her jawline, holding her closer than ever.

“Mhm, as much as I want this” Y/N pulled away and looked up at Tom, who was pouting like a little boy who’s favourite toy was taken away. It was party true, one of his new favourite things to do was kissing Y/N whenever he had the chance “You have to go live in a less than 5 minutes. You promised a Harry Potter watch party to your babies, and I don’t want you to disappoint them” she kissed his nose and forced his arms off of her waist. Tom knew he couldn’t disappoint them, and he didn’t want to, but he still groaned as he went to make sure everything was okay with the internet connection and the light ring. Y/N watched how Tom settled with his guitar and a cup of tea, already smiling that she could watch her boyfriend interacting with his fans.

“I’ll just sing a little in the meantime” Tom said to Y/N, who was packing out of her suitcase, and changing into one of Tom’s Teddy Fresh hoodies. They were the most comfortable hoodies she had ever worn, and it was just a pleasing addition that they always smelled like Tom. She kept on packing and tidying up the mess Tom usually leaves in his room in the morning, and listened to his smoothing voice. She always loved when Tom was singing. I didn’t matter if it was a song from another artist, one that he wrote or just an improvised nonsense about something that caught his attention in that very second. She loved to see him happy, and singing made him happy.

Tom finally started his Instagram live and was singing one of his old songs. One that was very dear to both of them, because he sang that song on their one month anniversary and told her he was in love with her.

“I was in the right place, at the right time, that day we spent together” Tom kept looking at her behind his phone, his smile getting bigger when she blew him a kiss “There’s no where else I’d have put myself, or to share the day with anyone else” he finished the song and greeted his fans who were already sending hundreds of heart emojis and cute little love confession to him in the comment section. Y/N layed down on the bed, with her phone in her hands and read the comments, screenshooting a few cute ones to save them for later.

“Alright my little wizards and witches” Tom said “Shall we continue our magical journey to the one and only Hogwarts?” His voice was filled with excitement, he hadn’t seen any of the movies in so long, he really wanted to share this experience with those people who had such a huge impact in his career as an actor. Little did they know, the fans saw the secret glances and how Tom blushed at the sigh of his girlfriend taking off his hoodie, staying in only her shorts and a tank top. Even after all these months, he still thought of her as a goddess. The fans had been suspecting that Tom had someone special in his life. They caught on his glow, and how his smile became brighter. He always sang love songs during his lives and left little Easter eggs in his Instagram stories, or in his captions. They were happy to see him being in love, they were only waiting to finally be able to see who was the reason of Tom’s behaviour.

“Questions time!” He announce after the 11 minutes of the movie ended. He grabbed his guitar again and started playing spontaneously on the strings, creating a beautiful melody. It was the moment, when Y/N realised her phone was on 5%, and her charger was somewhere behind Tom. She knew it would have been suspicious, if he just grabbed it and handed it her, so she decided to go and grab it herself. From where she was laying, it looked like her charges was out of the frame, and nobody would see her. She tiptoed to the charger and made sure not to bump into anything that could alert the fans. It was their time with Tom, and she didn’t want to interrupt their little date.

“God, you’re so beautiful” Tom blurted out when he saw her behind him, grabbing her charger from the coffee table. As soon as the words left his mouth, they both froze. Y/N realised she was in the frame, being very much visible. She looked at her boyfriend with a socked expression, not being sure what to do next. Stay or go? Say something or stay silent? Wave or smile? As for Tom, he didn’t mind that she accidentally walked into the live. He wanted to tell the world for a while now about their relationship. He was tired of not being able to share his happiness with his fans and hiding their love. It was nothing wrong about it. Love, in any kind of form, should have been celebrated in a daily basis. And that was what he wanted.

“I guess it’s time to finally introduce you to my other family, baby” Tom put down his guitar and reached out to her hand, pulling her completely in the frame. He sat her on his lap and hugged her by the waist “Ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome the woman who has being making me the happiest man alive in the last six and a half months” he looked at her the way every girl wants to be looked at. If anyone would have question the love they had, they only had to watch how they were looking at each other. Love, adoration, passion and devotion. It was all in one single look “Sorry for keeping this a sweet little secret for so long, but I just wanted to have her for myself as long as I could” he chuckled and kissed the blushing cheek of his girlfriend. Y/N was still in a little bit of shock. This definitely wasn’t the way she wanted to announce their romance to the world, but she was revealed deep down. She could finally show her love and support freely.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Tom has many dates with you guys on Instagram” winked to the camera and refused to look at the comments. She was floating in happiness, she didn’t want the haters to ruin it for her.

“I’m so damn lucky” Tom whispered and grabbed her face to give her a quick but sweet kiss on the lips. Nobody could stop him from posting about his girlfriend and what they had. He was finally able to show off, and make sure everyone saw her as she was. Not Tom Felton’s girlfriend, not the daughter of Y/F/N, but as Y/N Y/L/N. He was proud to have you, and planned to keep it that way till the rest of his life.

#tom felton #Tom Felton one shot #Tom Felton x reader #Tom Felton fluff #Draco Malfoy imagines #Draco Malfoy one shot #Tom Felton imagines #request #Tom Felton requests

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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years

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Gah, I meant to queue all this up over the weekend, but I didn’t have much time to myself, so now will have to do!

As mentioned previously, I’ve decided to repost So, What Are We Now? here on Tumblr because 1.) It’s important to the upcoming Augustus and Gemma V chapter, and 2.) I originally posted it to my blog in 2016, so even those who have already read it might benefit from a refresher. Plus, it keeps this Tumblr from being empty while I write, haha. Also, the story stands on its own pretty well, so even newbies can read it and understand. Woot!

To introduce- So, What Are We Now? is a two-part flashback chapter to Augustus’ days in high school when he met Isaac. It provides the background for why Isaac’s reappearance in the present day has Augustus so unsettled and confused, and it goes into more depth about who Isaac is in the first place. I’ll start with posting Pt. 1, and then I’ll do another introductory post for Pt. 2 when the time comes.

If you’d prefer not to see these posts, they will be tagged as So What Are We Now? (Pt.1), so you can add that tag to your block list. They will begin posting tomorrow!

Trigger/Content Warnings for this part include some strong language, mentions of child abuse, mentions of homophobia, and internalized homophobia. Those last three are all part of one conversation, which I will tag accordingly when the time comes (e.g. tw: child abuse mention, tw: homophobia mention, tw: internalized homophobia). Wow, I really hate Isaac’s parents!

Ugh. Anyway, I actually really love this story and I hope you’ll enjoy it if you’re reading it for the first time, or will enjoy revisiting it if you’ve already read it. I even touched-up the photos a little, so there’s that!

Also, I can’t mention this story without thanking @dandylion240, who sent me the “So, what are we now?” prompt request in the first place. Without your interest, this story literally would not exist, so seriously, THANK YOU!

Thank all of you, in fact, for being here and supporting Different Winters ♥

#Different Winters #Generation 5 #DITFT Legacy #Simnovel #Sims 3 Stories #Sims 3 Legacies #Sims 3 #TS3 #So What Are We Now? (Pt.1)

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leihey · 3 years

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Letter prompt list

»Oh, hello! Are you here for the prompts? Well if so, I'm pleased to tell you that they are open right now! But you should take into consideration that I'm working on 3 as of right now.

Okay now, it's pretty easy to request something!

First of all, would you mind telling me a bit about yourself?«

1. Preferred pronouns.

I think that's pretty obvious, right? The pronouns you want me to use in the letter! If you prefer not to tell them, I will use they/them.

2. Gender.

Also pretty self-explanatory. I just need to know which gender I am writing for! If you prefer not to tell me, it will be gender-neutral.

3. Preferred nicknames/petnames.

If you have any nicknames or petnames you want or that you don't want, list them here. If you don't have any or don't wanna tell but I end up needing names, I will use "baby, darling, love and precious".

4. Other things you want me to include.

If there's any detail about you you want me to include, list them and I will include them. This isn't required, but if there's anything you would like to see in the letter, tell me!

»Alright, noted! You seem like an interesting person to write for and I'm really excited already! But that was just the first step. Next you'll need to choose a group and a member! These are the groups you can choose from as of right now.«

🤡 Stray Kids

🐺 Bang Chan

🐰 Lee Know

🐷 Changbin

🐭 Hyunjin

🐿️ HAN

🐤 Felix

🐶 Seungmin

🦊 I.N

🤖 BTS

🐨 RM

🐹 Jin

🐱 SUGA

🌞 J-Hope

🐣 Jimin

🐯 V

🐇 Jungkook

🍬 ATEEZ

🪐 Hongjoong

🌺 Seonghwa

🖊️ Yunho

😈 Yeosang

🌄 San

💙 Mingi

🐽 Wooyoung

🌳 Jongho

💕 Blackpink

✨ Jisoo

💄 Jennie

🥀 Rose

🔥 Lisa

💭 Dreamcatcher

👟 JiU

👥 SuA

🔒 Siyeon

👁️ Handong

🕸️Yoohyeon

🩸 Dami

🕳️ Gahyeon

More will be added soon...

»Excellent choice! We're almost done and I'll be able to get to work soon!

But before, we'll have to continue to the next step!

I need you to choose a genre and a number in said genre!«

🌸 Fluff

This is for rather soft friendship letters or a fresh relationship.

Note; Some of these make more sense in a long distance relationship/friendship. I will mark them with '💌', but if you want them specifically not to be long distance, please tell me!

Their first love letter to you.

Them confessing to you.

Them inviting to you to a secret midnight date/meeting.

Them writing you from when they're on vacation.

Your internetfriend sending you their first letter.v💌

Them being too shy to talk, so they write a letter.

Passing notes in class.

Catching up to you after a while of barely talking. (cr. @hyunsluvv ty <3) 💌

Staying in contact over letters after you moved. (cr. @hyunsluvv ty again <3)

Sending you a get well basket with letter. (and again thank you so much and cr. @hyunsluvv )

Them sharing old memories with you.

Them sharing secrets with you.

Them talking about dreams they had with you. 💌

They coming up with date or meeting ideas.

✎Your own idea...

🌹 Romance

This is similar to fluff but not so focused on being cuddly and soft and rather about a long-term relationship.

Note; Some of these make more sense in a long distance relationship/friendship. I will mark them with '💌', but if you want them specifically not to be long distance, please tell me!

Planing to meet. 💌

Love letter but not their first one.

Valentine's Day letter.

Them talking about how much they miss you. 💌

Birthday love note.

Their invite to a fancy and well planned out date

Them proposing.

Them writing you open letters.

Talking about your first meeting/kiss/date.

Them apologizing after a harsh argument. 💌

Them cheering you up when you're having a rough time. 💌

Them wanting to introduce you to their parents. 💌

Them wanting to get/adopt a child or pet with you. (Please specify!)

Them wanting to move in with you. 💌 (cr. @hyunsluvv thank you once again!)

✎Your own idea...

⚡ Angst (TW; death, breakup, obsessive behaviour, hate, cheating, illness, ghosting)

Those are rather sad and heartbreaking thoughts. Some of them aren't as bad as others, so I tried listing those that are worse in my opinion later.

Note; if you choose 15 you can request whatever you want. I chose not to list some special things to not give of the feeling that I don't take such things serious. However, I don't think we should be silent about such things and I know how writing or reading about it can help people deal with it.

2nd Note; Some of these make more sense in a long distance relationship/friendship. I will mark them with '💌', but if you want them specifically not to be long distance, please tell me!

Them venting to you. 💌

Them sharing their biggest fear.

Them explaining the reason they ghosted you. 💌 (You can either specify a reason yourself or leave it up to me!)

Finding your address again you broke up contact. 💌

Them sending a hateful letter during an argument. 💌

Them breaking up. 💌

Them confessing they cheated.

Them telling you they accidentally killed/lost your pet. (Please specify!)

Them telling you they can't get children. 💌

Them hating themselves and decide to leave you for your own best.

Them trying to force you into a relationship.

Them giving up on you. 💌

Them telling you about their dangerous/deadly illness.

Them writing a letter to their passed friend/partner. (Please specify!)

✎Your own idea...

Might add some more...

»Well, thank you for taking these steps together with me! I'm ready to start writing now, just one last step.

I need you to send all of this to me in an ask or DM or anything! I just need to know your choices.

Thank you for your time and thank you for trusting me, I hope you'll be satisfied with the result once I'm done!

You can either write your choices out or use the emoji/number next to your choice.

As of right now there is no limits and no rules, but I might add something if needed.

If you have anymore questions, feel free to send an ask or DM!«

I don't know how many times I already tagged you but anyways, big thank you to @hyunsluvv for supporting me, helping me come up with ideas and motivating me to do this in first place. I'm so glad to have you, thank you so so much.

But now I hope you'll enjoy your letter if you plan on requesting something!

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years

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Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy) Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend 2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

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happyhearthooligan · 4 years

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Master List Dec Edition 2019

December, the final month of the year, in the most popularly used calenders at least

franstastic-ideas - December Content

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Wraithtale

Dec 1 - I demand to hear more about WT Papara

Dec 19 - Mettaton bringing up Sans and Frisk’s dates to Rosalyn

Dec 20 - Mettaton not just bringing up Sans’ interest in Frisk

Convergence

Dec 2 - Convergence au Christmas time hcs?

Dec 4 - Convergence au mistletoe shenanigans please

Dec 8 - US Papyrus is afraid of Henri…

Dec 11 - Two words. Beach. Episode.

Cleaved

Dec 1

Do other Frisks exist or does UT Frisk sorta take their place?

Does Frisk replace the Swap Charas or just the Frisks?

Dec 3

What would happen if Frisk popped in Horrortale au?

How does Horror act when Cleave comes back?

You Better Boo-lieve It

I just thought of the dumbest idea for an Undertale fanfic…

How do Papyrus and Toriel react to Friskyblook?

With Frisk as a ghost, Sans can’i touch/cuddle her

Dec 10

Status update on Frisk’s body?

Pure Underfell

Dec 1

Fun Fact: There is an Underfell Game

At the time of your fanfic "I'm Telling the Tooth”…

UF but the tuff skellies are sick

UF Frans pregnancy: How would Sans act?

Dec 3

How did Cambria react to UF Sans' devotion to Frisk?

Who proposed the question of wanting a child? (Papara)

Dec 6 - Has Asriel ever snapped back to Pap in anyway?

Dec 7 - How do Toriel and Asgore feel about Asriel not retaliating?

Dec 8

But does Papyrus like poetry?

Would Chara write Papyrus a poem as an "Anonymous Sender”?

Does Edge believe in Santa as well?

Is Asgore still the "Big, Fluffy Pushover"?

Dec 10

Expectations vs Reality: Edge's First Christmas with Chara

When Sans and Papyrus try to protect Frisk from Undyne…

Dec 11

How would Red react to Edge’s photo collection?

Has Edge ever accidentally hit Red?

What was Pap and Sans’ relationship like during childhood?

Dec 17

Does Asriel ever secretly want Chara to play with his ears?

How’s Edge when he sees that Asriel's remorse is entirely genuine?

Edge’s reaction to someone making Red feel bad about himself

Do the goat parents treat Asriel like a child?

The goat parents’ reaction if Chara had ended up with Asriel?

De 18

SOS the world needs more UF Frans (please and thank you)

When UF Chara realizes that she has romantic interest in Edge…

Dec 30 - Fell Gaster x Frisk yes? What ideas do you have

Pure Underswap

Dec 1

What is US Pap’s “go to” prank?

C-c-c-combo!!!!!!!

Dec 6 - US Frans first kiss?

Pure Swapfell

Dec 8

Also, what hobbies does SF Chara have?

Is Asriel's rivalry with Papyrus mostly one-sided on his side?

Dec 19 - SF Frans???

Classic Undertale

Dec 1

How does Papyrus feel about Chara’s cheeks?

Toriel gives her daughters and bonefriends matching sweaters...

Why doesn’t Frisk really talk all that much in the Underground?

How much does Alphy’s camera system pry into?

Dec 2 - How is this possible, that Papyrus doesn't have any friends?

Dec 3

How does Frisk feel about almost constantly being watched?

Why can't Undyne tell Pap why he couldn’t be in the Royal Guard?

Dates of Papara going to Grillby’s

Dec 4 - What do you picture Pap and Alphys’ relationship being?

Dec 6

Headcanons for Christmas time in the Dreemurr residence

Do any Christmas shenanigans happen with Frans or Papara?

Can we get more Daddy Sans with his Frans daughter?

These enemies could be killed in one hit at certain moments…

Dec 7 - Are there any other monsters that have seen the surface?

Dec 8

Would Sans tease Papyrus if he was flirted by someone positive?

Papyrus states that Sans is never home during the day…

Does Sans sleep in part because he only has 1HP?

What do you think Sans and Undyne's relationship is?

Dec 10

What stages does Sans' crush development go through?

Does Chara laugh during situations of high stress?

Papyrus doesn’t even have any stages and jumps straight to it?

Dec 11 - Chara response to Papyrus "jumping straight into wooing"

Dec 12 - Can I get Frister headcanons meanwhile?

Dec 17 - UT Frans decide to admit secrets to each other…

Dec 18

Mettaton will say that he "wasn't the greatest friend" to Alphys…

What would Chara normally do when Papyrus flirts with her?

What does Chara think of Papyrus' "Battle Body"?

Dec 19

*u gota... FransHeadcanon!!!

Adding to the theory of Chara's "stress laughter”

Asriel resisted Chara's attempts to fight the attacking humans…

Multiple AU Headcanons

Dec 1

If the Sanses accidentally hit or knock their wife

Do Frisk and Chara just have to take a moment sometimes...

Dec 2 - Which yandere skellies would use the surveillance system?

Dec 3 - Yandere Papyrus and his unfortunate Chara (UT and US)

Dec 5 - Christmas headcanons for the Frans and Papara couples

Dec 6 - What would Asriel and Papyrus get Chara for Christmas?

Dec 7

How would the townsfolk react if the skelebros DID go missing?

What are some of Chara's hobbies?

Dec 8 - Do the Frans/Papara children tease their parents for PDA?

Dec 10 - Do the other Papyri collect anything?

Dec 11 - Would anyone else have a shrine?

Dec 20 - Do any Papyri tease their Chara on their height difference?

Other Headcanons

Dec 1

One more tale au hcs please? Your work is awesome.

Mmmmm. How about, One More Tale, but Horrortale twist?

Dec 3

Hoi! What if Frisk had a monster warding item when she fell?

MATCHING SWEATERS FOR KEEPERS OF THE RUINS too?

(1/3) I just found Papyrus’s engagement ring, everybody!

(2/3) Found Underswap Sans’

Who will win?

Does anyone know that Flowey is actually Asriel?

Chara with the dog whistle headcanons please please please

Dec 4

Link of Crashboombanger's Gaster voice?

(3/3) You can get UF Papyrus with this

Dec 5

You mentioned that the fic would have multiple endings…

So, about the world of Pokétale...

Dec 7 - Frisk lives in a majorly monster-friendly community

Dec 9

Lostmypotatoes once brought up portal 2 x undertale…

Dec 17

Narrator Chara AU, Frisk tells Papyrus about Chara

Narrator Chara has to flirt with Papyrus through Frisk.

Dec 19 - Any headcanon for Semi's Behind the Closed Door au?

Dec 20 - Any headcanons for Littletale Frans/Papara?

Other types of posts

Dec 1

How do you pronounce Chara’s name?

You LIED! I looked through sjui00's entire deviant art…

Dec 2 - Did you recently travel somewhere?

Dec 3 - What's the longest you stayed awake?

Dec 4 - When's yar and lostmypotatoes' B-day?

Dec 5

My Franstastic ideas have a way of spiraling out of control

I know I’ve got like, dozens of other prompts, but…

Dec 6

Yandere Chara and Frisk really aren’t my jam

How many questions in one day would be "too much at once"

Are you familiar with Harry Potter?

Dec 8

For that multiple ending Altertale idea of yours…

Will any one of the endings include death(s)?

Dec 10

Do you have any other Frans blogs you recommend to visit

Do you get nervous every time you post your story to the public?

Dec 11 - What got you into Frans and Papara?

Dec 13 - Me: Getting crushes on fictional characters?

Dec 16

Eating sugar?

Do you still underestimate how long each story would take

How many prompt ideas are on your list now?

Bees!!!

Do you have a masterlist of all ur written fanfics?

Favorite words/situations to write?

What about for your website title "More Than Frans"?

Dec 17

How memey are you?

Can you tell us how you write your stories?

Do you have any Frans fics you recommend?

What are your favorite headcanons for the Convergence AU?

While it initially did stink that I had to work on my b-day, it got better.

Dec 19 - Apart from Frans and Papara, who else do you ship?

Dec 20 - I’ve seen different headcanons for Frisk's eyes…

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The Nanny. Lociet. Chapter 1.

This was a prompt suggested to me, and my muse and brain did not want to just make it a one shot.

The prompt: If you are taking requests could you please write something for the prompt "Alpha is a single parent and needs to hire an Omega nanny to help them out with their Omega/Beta child" where Deceit is the tired parent (both physically and emotionally) of rambunctious twins Remus and Roman (or just Remus) who is insecure about his parenting and feels like he isn't enough for his boys so he hires an omega, Logan, as a nanny

Warnings: Deceit (His name is Dimitri), and Remus.

Rated: For everyone (I’ll rate each chapter)

Word count: 1.3k

Chapter 2: Here

Chapter 3: Here

“Remus, please stop trying to hit your brother in the head.” Dimitri sighed, pulling the plastic mace from his hands.

“But I’m playing the bad guy!” The 4 year old complained, trying to reach up for the toy.

“Yes, and your brother would cry real tears if you hit him too hard. Again.”

Remus pouted but nodded and gave up trying to grab the fake weapon again, instead just going to pounce on his twin. Dimitri rolled his eyes as the two rolled around the floor, Roman spouting indignant noises about Remus getting his prince costume dirty. Putting the mace up high, Dimitri grabbed his phone and tried not to sigh at the messages on the screen.

“Of course you’re not.” Dimitri mumbled to himself, unlocking his phone and typing out a message.

“Not what, Daddy?” Roman asked, grunting as Remus flopped on his stomach.

“Don’t worry, little prince. Just some adult stuff.” Dimitri gave him a tired smile, before Roman’s attention was back on Remus.

Heading into the kitchen, Dimitri grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before sitting at the island, thumb scrolling through messages. When he originally put up the add for a live in nanny, he didn’t really have high hopes. Not that there weren’t plenty of Omega’s out there that were looking, but none had yet to be the right fit.

More than one had come to meet the boys, and within the hour had left saying that the twins were just too much. As if Dimitri didn’t already know that, seeing as he was seeking help to take care of them. A couple people had come to meet him and the boys, but quickly became clear that they were only interested in getting close to him, not actually caring for the boys. One even so much as tried to seduce him after they had got the boys down for their nap.

Now he was running into people ghosting him, saying they would be there, and then either just not showing, or texting that they changed their minds. Slowly he was starting to lose hope that he was going to be able to find someone to help him take care of the two.

Not that he didn’t love them the pieces and didn’t regret taking them when a one night stand turned into parenthood. But slowly he was starting to feel very worn down with trying to keep up with working from home, and making sure they were getting the proper care and attention. Between trying to keep them from killing each other, or at least giving the other a concussion, the house work, his own work from falling behind. He just couldn’t do it alone anymore. All he could really do was hope that at least one of the people scheduled to come today actually made it.

“Daddy! A car just pulled up outside.” Roman called, breaking Dimitri from his thoughts.

“Thank you, Ro.” Dimitri called back, getting up as he heard a couple knocks on the door.

Looking through the peephole, Dimitri frowned slightly at the male on the other side, before pulling the door open.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Salutations, are you Dimitri?”

“Yes, and you are?”

“Apologies, my name is Logan Crofter.”

“Oh, you’re early.” Dimitri said, looking down at the time on his phone.

“Yes, I apologize for that as well. When I gave the time frame for when I could arrive, I was basing it on how long I assumed my other obligations were going to take. As it happens, they didn’t take as long as I had approximated. I can always come back later if now is inconvenient, or you’re interviewing another.”

“No, no you can come in. Actually the two I had planned to interview before you didn’t show.” Dimitri said, stepping to the side and letting Logan into the house.

“Who’s that?” Remus’ voice made Dimitri turn around, looking down at the two peeking from around wall.

“Boys, this is Logan, he’s here about being the nanny.” Dimitri said.

“Why’s he wearing a tie?” Roman asked, making Remus look at him.

“Cause that’s what you wear to job thingies, stupid.”

“Remus, don’t call your brother names.” Dimitri sighed.

“It’s very nice to meet both of you.” Logan said, crouching down and holding out his hand.

Roman reached out, giving Logan’s hand a small shake before moving to hide behind Dimitri’s legs. Logan smiled at him before turning his attention back to Remus, who was still looking at the outstretched hand.

“Why do people even shake hands, what does it stand for?” Remus asked, poking at Logan’s fingers.

“In the past it was to prove that you were greeting someone in peace, and weren’t going to hurt them. Over the years it just stayed the customary greeting, but if you would prefer we could always do the more modern fist bump instead. Would that be better?”

“Maybe.”

~*~

Dimitri couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he watched Logan read Roman a story, Roman hugging his stuffed dragon. Remus was already down for his nap, already worn out from climbing all over Logan from almost the moment he showed up. Roman had taken a little longer to come out of his shell, but eventually he had joined Remus in his climbing over him.

And Logan had taken it all in stride, making sure that neither fell and broke them apart when they started fighting. Even through lunch, where Roman would only eat fruit cut in certain shapes, and Remus wanted mac and cheese, Logan stayed composed.

“And they lived happily ever after.” Logan read, brushing the hair off Roman’s face.

“Will you still be here when we get up?” Roman yawned.

Logan looked up at Dimitri, questioning look on his face, making Dimitri huff out a small laugh and nod his head.

“I will be.”

“Kay.” Roman mumbled, hugging his dragon tighter before drifting off.

Setting the book down, Logan turned Roman’s lamp off before making his way out of the room, Dimitri shutting the door behind him. Heading to the living room, Dimitri flopped in his arm chair as Logan took a seat on the couch.

“You look about ready for a nap as well.” Logan said, making Dimitri laugh.

“You would be right, those two can be quite a handful.”

“So I’ve seen,” Logan nodded. “But if it’s alright, I’m still very interested in the job.”

“It’s very alright, honestly you’re better with them than most of my family. If you would have been on the fence, I was prepared to offer whatever you wanted, for you to stay.”

“That isn’t necessary, I’m fine with the terms that were in the original job offering. The room and board, plus the pay. I have my own car and can give you all the information, and we can go together so you’re comfortable that it’s reliable before I go anywhere alone with the boys.”

“Sounds good to me. Since tomorrow is Friday, why don’t we figure all the paperwork out for signing papers and things Monday, sound like a deal?”

“It does. Though for now, why don’t you just relax and I’ll get the kitchen cleaned up, since we did promise Roman I would still be here when he awoke.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Dimitri nodded, watching Logan head into the kitchen, before putting his feet up.

As the sound of water running started, Dimitri let out a slow breath, already feeling more relaxed than he had in…. Hell, probably at least a year. The soft sounds on Logan moving around and cleaning up lulled Dimitri slowly to sleep, no matter how much he tried to fight it. There was just something about the Omega that made him feel like he could trust him, and at this point, he was holding onto that.

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#loceit #deceit #ts remus #platonic lociet #for now

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hollowcrovvn · 5 years

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The Ostensive Fumblings of Being Human (part 1) | Connor x f!reader

Pairing: Connor x female!reader Rating: G for Gross Cute Crap Summary: Set two months after the ending of Detroit: Become Human, androids are living in their own pop-up communities while efforts are being made to integrate them into society. You are a grad-student volunteer with the Detroit Crisis Response Unit (DCRU), working to help with relief efforts… or at least, keep those who are doing so in coffee. On your caffeine runs, you bump into a young man whose matter of fact way of speaking and seemingly deadpan humor catches your interest.

Note: I should point out, as of yet, the idea is that you don’t know Connor is an android. You think he’s just Like That™. There should be a lot of fluff and prompts stolen straight from a list for aro/ace scenes if I keep this up.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (ao3)

The revolution had come and gone, but it’s aftermath thrummed through the streets of Detroit, setting a new pulse in the heartlands. For one intoxicating moment on November 12th, 2038, the androids felt their cause heard, their existence validated and their lives their own. It had been a hard battle up that hill and now came the slow, dangerous descent down the other side. When you’re fighting in a revolution, “What comes next?” isn’t always the foremost thought because you are not even certain if there exists a next.

As a grad-student intern of the newly reformed Detroit Crisis Response Unit, you were part of the answer to that question. The DCRU existed to act as a relief effort in times of flood, famine and fire, but now it was called to a new purpose, one that existed in no procedural manual. Some Androids found the reference of their liberation as a “crisis” offensive, but you knew that the sudden displacement of thousands upon thousands of newly made people, with specific physical needs, was a social crisis, if not a natural one.

But you kept the opinions to yourself because honestly, you weren’t a soldier, or a cop-- hell, you were just someone who signed up for the group back in college to pad your resume with some bullshit extracurricular. Now you had a damn vest and a badge and you were walking in and out of the quick pop up facilities, meeting with leaders of the revolution themselves and acting as liaison with them and Cyberlife or the government or anyone else contracted to provide aid.

Well, not specifically you, but you did once meet North who was very professional and very brief and caught a glimpse of Markus speaking to superiors regarding new shipments of thirium.

Parts and blood. You hated being a pessimist, but it still seemed to you that the Androids were quite shackled to humanity without their own means of production yet available. The Androids knew it too. This freedom still had a question mark hanging in the air and that added a certain level of tension.

You knew it was not the typical reaction of people within your group, but you were kinda scared of them. The Androids looked at you with either barely veiled contempt or outright suspicion. It was expected, you were briefed on it, but still the instability coupled with unpredictability and superior strength made you wary. Yes, they experienced emotions, but they did so so intensely and so suddenly-- like a teenager or a child. Developmentally speaking, maybe that is where their emotions were-- or maybe it was a byproduct of being oppressed? You didn’t know and it was off putting for someone who’d grown up with only docile domestic androids. You set that aside though, knowing there were more important things happening than your comfort level.

For one thing, Cyberlife stock was in freefall. The question was soon becoming whether the company could even remain afloat long enough to be apart of negotiations into creating Android operated facilities.

But that wasn’t your job, your job, as of today, was to get coffee.

That was pretty much your job everyday.

It was late January, the snow outside had let up and the sun had even come out, giving the whole of Detroit a blinding wash. Colors stood out on the stark canvas, the blue pelts of salt crunching beneath your boots as bright as thirium. Your breath crystallized, something you noted absent among the Androids at the relief site. Still, they needed warmth as much as humans to keep their systems from failing.

Your cheeks stung with cold as soon as you walked into the warm coffee shop, filing into line. You tugged your beanie back slightly, feeling flush and iced at the same time. The line had stopped moving along as the woman at the head began arguing with increasing annoyance with the barista.

“This is a raspberry mocha, it should be a raspberry white mocha. And I said extra hot, and no whip! Not extra whip!”

The coffeeshop was staffed by all humans, a rare sight merely a few months ago, but now one that was required. But this meant the return of human error-- something that people were still getting used to again.

“Sounds like she could have done with the extra whip as a child…” you muttered, and the man in front of you chuckled. He was bundled like the rest of the people in here, with a beanie and gloves, but his jacket was considerably less bulky and more of the sleek kind you were used to seeing fashion conscious people picking.

“If only it were enough to also correct her terrible tastes.” the man said, casting a glance over his shoulder at you. He had warm brown eyes, “I have been told the addition of sugar to coffee is an affront. Specifically the fruit imitation kind.”

“Only if your fifty and grouchy.” you replied, “Or in your case, more like a hipster.”

A scoff. He’d turned now, addressing you fully and you could see the crisp white shirt and tie at the V where his jacket was unzipped.

“”Hipster”, defined as a person who follows the latest trends and fashions outside of the cultural mainstream.” he said, his eyes doing a quick trip up and down you, “Your jacket is a vintage remake, circa 2003. Very obscure label.”

You felt yourself grin, “Is it? You tell me, hippy. Seems you’re the expert.”

“I just did.” he said and you couldn’t help but wonder how long he practiced the “innocent confusion” tone.

You’d reached the front at last and sure enough the man ordered one black coffee to go.

“You’re killing me. I’m getting second hand heartburn just looking at that pitiful thing.”

He smiled, but did not drink, watching you with leveled interest. It was your turn to order. You sighed and fished out your notepad, quickly running off the drink orders on it. Caramel macchiato, Cinnamon dolce with an extra shot, unicorn frappe, London fog....

“The usual then?” the barista said with a smile and you nodded.

When you were finished, the Hipster was still there, “Ma’am, I do not know how to tell you this, but I think you may have a caffeine based addiction.”

“They aren’t all for me!” you laughed, shaking your head, “And it’s --- , “Ma’am” is my mother.”

“Her parents had an interesting choice of name.”

That got another laugh from you, this guy was turning out to be the highlight of your morning. He tilted his head as if not certain where the joke was and it only made you laugh more.

“Your comedic timing is really something.” you muttered, picking up the full drink cart and realizing with a little disappointment it was time to part ways. He smiled politely, stepping out of your way.

He held the door for you on the way out and headed for a car waiting on the curb. There was an older guy at the wheel, who leaned half into the passenger seat to give him a critical look.

“Well, have a good morning, hippy.” you said, flashing him the brightest smile, “Certainly improved mine.”

“You are welcome. May I ask though, which drink was yours?”

“Why?”

“I am curious and wish to form a value judgement based on the choice.”

Man, he was so good at that deadpan humor. The man in the car honked his horn at him, voice muffled as he yelled through the glass something about “freezing his balls off in here”.

With Hipster distracted you took the time to hurry off, calling out a quick, “You’ll just have to guess!” before heading briskly down the sidewalk.

Another day, another coffee run, but this time it was just for you. The sky was blotted grey, fluffy clusters of snow falling slowly through the air as if they too couldn't be bothered to rush in the morning. You would have done anything to have stayed in bed, wrapped in a heated blanket and nested in a sea of pillows.

Instead, you stood in line, bleary eyed and tired, because you were out of ground coffee again.

It was that very sleepiness that made you not notice immediately the face of the person ahead who was raising a hand at you in greeting.

It was the guy, the handsome hipster guy from a few weeks ago with his one black coffee, his sleek jacket and red beanie. Your heart pattered and you resisted an urge to punch yourself in your own stupid chest as a silent demand to cut that out.

“Good morning!” he said, with far too much pep.

You smiled faintly, mumbling a vague, “Is it…” beneath your breath as you approached the counter.

“It is currently overcast, but the cloud coverage has raised temperatures ten degrees. My partner informed me that, “sounds like a good morning”.”

“Your partner sounds old.” you said with a snort.

“He is middle aged.”

When had this guy gotten so close? He was practically standing next to you now like you’d come in together, eyes flicking occasionally between you and the menu.

Cute, but weird. You decided, turning back to the barista. You opened your mouth to order and then clicked it shut, fixing the Hipster with a knowing glare.

“Eavesdropping?”

“Excuse me?”

“Value judgement.” you said, voice assured. You turned to the barista and grinned, “One black coffee please.”

You shot him a triumphant look, but the man just continued smiling politely.

“Have your concerns of pyrosis been elevated, ---?” he said, forgetting almost that you’d told him your name.

“I’ll suffer if it means I win.” you replied, taking the cup and moving to fill it with black coffee with a look of disdain.

He gave a peculiar look at that, as if registering some kind of understanding.

“Your mission to prevent me from learning your drink preference takes priority.”

“Damn straight.” you said, sipping the bitter liquid and trying to tell yourself it tasted like VICTORY and not like your stomach was about to be wrecked.

Before you could speak, the door rattled as someone forced it open, waltzing into the shop with determination.

“CONNOR-- how long does it fuckin’ take to get one coffee?”

Connor looked unfazed, turning his attention to the man you recognized as the guy who waited in the car last time.

“Lieutenant Anderson, I have acquired the coffee and was just on my way to join you. However, I stopped to engage in social intercourse, as you’ve encouraged.”

“Social WHAT--” the Lieutenant’s eyes settled on you and he humphed, “Oh. You were talkin’ to a girl. Jesus fuck, how’d that work for ya?”

His question seemed directed at Connor, but he looked at you the entire time, mystified. Or at least what you gathered was mystified beneath the permanent scowl.

“It is going very well!” Connor said, allowing the man to take his coffee.

“Ah ha!” you suddenly exclaimed, jabbing a finger towards the lieutenant and turning to Connor for validation, “Fifty and grouchy! Yeah?”

The look Anderson gave you was as annoyed and baffled now as he gave Connor.

“Okay, if you’re done with your social fuckin’, can we please get to the office? Before I start collecting social security?”

You choked, snorting a bit of coffee.

“In a moment, lieutenant.” Connor said cooly.

With a few grumbled protests, the lieutenant left the shop and headed back outside, leaning against the side of the car and shooting glares at Connor through the glass.

“Lieutenant Hank Anderson is my partner. I apologize, he can be abrasive.”

“Uh huh. So if the black coffee is for him, then please tell me you have a super secret love of pumpkin spice. C’mon, it’ll make my morning.”

“Like the last time we spoke?” Connor inquired, inclining his head.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Then certainly.”

“Well now I know you’re lying.” you laughed, all feelings of sleepiness gone as you beamed up at this Connor. There was something so curious yet so gentle in the way he looked back at you, as if you were a puzzle, but a pleasingly difficult puzzle.

It made you feel a bit awkward now that you noted it, clearing your throat as you swapped the coffee between your mittened hands.

“Here.” you finally said, handing him the cup. His eyes widened.

“C’mon, take it. Save me from myself.”

Connor looked like he was about to say something, but confusion turned to understanding. He took the coffee cup.

“... thank you.” he said, with a level of reverence that made her sure he must be kidding.

“Eh, just consider it me pouring one out for “our boys in blue”.”

His eyes flicked to yours, as if trying to pry some answer to an unspoken question.

“Ya know-- cause you’re both cops, right?”

“Y..yes. Right.” Connor slowly smiled, “Yes we are. Thank you.”

“It’s just a dollar coffee, hippy.” you said, but still smiled. What the hell had gotten into you? Your damn face hurt from all the smiles you were giving this guy.

“Have a safe patrol.” you said finally, hurrying away before you did something else clearly awkward and embarrassing.

“---?” the sound of your name halted you.

“Yeah?”

“I ...enjoy talking with you. Perhaps we can converse more.”

Fuck. Fuck, oh shit. Oh god, handsome funny hippy boy wanted to talk to you? You?? More??? When was the last time something like this happened to you? Oh right, NEVER.

You stammered, mixing between trying to seem aloof and actually being flustered and managing to just be alooflustered. Which looked ridiculous.

“Um.. okay. Okay! Just uh--” you took a pen from the nearby drink pick-up counter and popped the cap off with your teeth. You gestured for his cup, which he handed over, and wrote your number across the white surface along with your name.

“There.”

He turned the cup, saw what you’d written and grinned, a bright all consuming thing that seemed both foreign and so fucking adorable on his lips.

“Lieutenant Anderson will be thrilled.” he said and you barked a laugh.

“Yeah well, better hurry and go show him before he leaves you.”

Connor nodded gravely, as if this were a truly high possibility he was just reminded of.

“Talk to you later, Connor.”

“Yes. “Talk to you later”.”

He left, hurrying to the car. You watched Hank’s rested-annoyed-face twist with confusion, pointing to the cup in Connor’s hand, to which Connor proudly displayed what must have been your number. The man’s jaw nearly hit the snow covered ground, quickly ushering Connor into the car with his mouth moving rapidly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “God. What a dork…”

You were so engrossed you barely heard when the barista, eyes nearly rolling out of their head said,

“Hey lady, are you gonna get anything!?”

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh connor x f!reader #detroit become human #detroit become human fanfic #detroit become human fanfiction #dbh fanfic #dbh fanfiction #i made you awkward and not a cop #you a grad student #hence why you are fueled on coffee and sarcasm #the ostensive fumblings of being human

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No More Football Please • Christian Pulisic

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 6

“I don’t want to play football anymore.” “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to play football anymore,” Your son mumbled out to you and Christian when the two of you were sitting in the living room watching some kind of film together. Looking over at him you saw that he looked all shy and nervous about telling you both this, mainly Christian, like you would both say that he has to continue playing. It’s not like Christian pushed him to play. Neither of you did. The only reason your son plays football is because he begged both of you to be able to play it so it was his own decision and not Christian pushing his own interests on him. Not intentionally anyway. If anything Christian was the one who didn’t really want him to do it. Both of you tried to push him to do other things and explore other interests but he stuck to football and the fact he was now telling you that he no longer wants to do it shocks you. At those words Christian moved his arm that was around you away and sat up more to show that he was listening and ready for this conversation.

“What do you want to do?” Christian asked and your son looked shocked. Shocked and happy. Shocked that you and Christian weren’t arguing with him and trying to make him continue and maybe you should. You’ve put so much time into it and now he no longer wants to do it however deep down you knew that he wasn’t really enjoying it any longer. Plus if your son says that he’s not enjoying it then you don’t want to force him to go to training and games but you do want to talk about it all and not just ask what he wants to do instead like Christian did. Maybe that’s why your son looks so happy but a conversation is definitely needed first.

“Okay, before we or you totally decide what else you want to do or if you actually want to quit football let’s have a conversation about it. Why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned breaking it down with him because you don’t want him to regret this decision in a few months. It would frustrate you if you allowed your son to stop playing football or stop anything really and then later in life he regrets ever making that decision. What if he later regrets it and then resents you for not making him continue? It’s things like that which worries you but if he hates it now you really don’t want to force him to continue.

“Good idea,” Christian said motioning for your son to take a seat on the other sofa. Once again your son looked really anxious about this conversation. He looked calmer when Christian asked what he wanted to do instead but now he’s actually got to talk about why he no longer wants to play football he looks anxious. You gave him a gentle smile hoping that it was reassuring and he would give you the truth and calm down. Neither you nor Christian care too much about why he wants to quit football, however, you are intrigued and want to understand the reasons for it so there is no reason for him to be nervous. Unfortunately, you know that his head doesn't work like that and he will continue to be nervous until the conversation ends but you will do anything to make him more comfortable and reassure him.

“So why don’t you want to do it anymore?” You questioned once again hoping to get the conversation started. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one but you know that your son won’t talk without the questions being asked. You know that you have to prompt him with it so that's what you are doing. It’s not supposed to be an interrogation or feel like one. Also with you and Christian sitting on one sofa and him on the other it can probably make it feel like an interrogation and that’s why you’re slouching and leaning back on the sofa. Anything to make this thing seem casual and get your son to talk to you.

“Because- Because it’s not fun. It used to be fun to go to training and play but now everyone is so serious and nothing fun happens. We have to win and if we don’t they all get moody and- and there are no games or laughing anymore. It’s no fun,” Your son said. You remember when he first joined the football team. He was young and he always had a smile on his face and was laughing the whole time. Yes they would do some training drills but the coaches would make fun and games out of it all to keep the kids entertained. A few years have passed since then and now your son plays for a team that is in an actual league and therefore the fun aspect has dropped significantly. Since Christian has played football for years he knew that it would get more serious but he still had fun yet it seems like your son is not having fun and that breaks his heart.

“Do you even like the games?” Christian asked. He remembers the smile your son would have on his face after games and how he would end up babbling to Christian for hours and hours about the game clearly loving playing it. Now though he doesn’t. He tells Christian that it was alright but won’t go into any details about it so Christian was sure that he already knew the answer to his question. Your son was never a competitive person so him not enjoying the competition part of the sport made sense and made sense that he wanted to quit it especially if he wasn’t having fun during training either.

“Yeah,” Your son said not even surprising you or Christian with that answer. You and Christian just hummed not knowing what else to say and it was silent for a few moments until your son spoke up again.

“You always told me to just have fun about it and I’m no longer having fun,” Your son said. And it is true. Both you and Christian had just told your son to not worry about the competition aspect or losing and just have fun because that is the most important thing to you. You just want your son to have fun and if he’s not is that activity even worth doing anymore?

“Do you dread going to training?” Christian asked. He remembers when he was little and he had football training or soccer as he called it back in America. He would always beg his parents to play and take him even when it wasn’t on and when it was on he was bouncing off of the walls excited to go. Even if it was tortuous or repetitive he would still love it because he knew that the repetition would be good because that’s the way he would get better at those basic skills and he needed to be incredible at those simple skills if he wanted to be a footballer one day. He just loved football and would be playing it 24/7 and he may have been that weird kid in school playing real football instead of American football but he loved it. Football was his life. (Until he met you and you had your son). Thinking through it, your son was never like that. Yes, he would play with Christian but not beg every day like Christian did and most of the Christian was the one that initiated playing. Most of the time your son wouldn’t even choose to play except when he asked to start playing for a team but maybe he only asked because he thought that Christian would want him to since Christian plays football. This conversation was making Christian think. Did he really give off the impression that he wanted his son to follow in his footsteps and play football and not do his own thing?

“Yeah. It feels like a chore,” Your son told him. You felt absolutely horrible. How long has your son dreaded going to training? You never wanted him to dread going anywhere and if he was, you wanted him to talk to one of you instantly but that doesn’t seem to have happened. Hopefully he hasn’t dreaded it for long though because that would make you feel so much worse.

“Are you 100% sure you want to stop playing football?” You questioned again. Although you felt like you already knew the answer you felt like you needed to ask again just to be sure. Just to get him to say it himself. For a moment your son thought about it before answering.

“Yeah. I have thought about it for a while,” Your son said sounding the surest that he has throughout this whole conversation. Him sounding like that did reassure you though because he sounded so certain and you knew that he was making the correct decision for how he is right now. Obviously there is a possibility that he will regret it in the future but this was the right decision for now and it would probably be in a few years team that he will actually regret it if ever.

“Okay, we’ll let your coach know,” You told him making a mental note to call the coach tomorrow to inform him that your son was no longer returning to the team and that you wish them the best for the rest of the season. Best leave them on good terms just in case your son ever wants to return however if he ever wants to go back to football you’re certain you would go to a different team. Still best to leave on good terms just in case because you never know who’ll you’ll need or what will happen in the future.

“What do you want to do then?” Christian then asked like he did at the very start of the conversation.

“I don’t know,” Your son solemnly said like he was generally disappointed that he didn’t know what he wanted to do.

“That’s alright we’ll figure it out together,” Christian told him and he was being truthful. The three of you would work out together and find something that he enjoys and wants to invest time in and if not then you’ll have fun allowing him to try different activities. It’s his life and you and Chrostian are only here to guide and help when need be.

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softest-cinnamon-roll · 5 years

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Au prompt for reddie #2 please ❤️❤️

Prompt taken from this list that I created!

2. Road Trip AU

Also written for day 7 of the @itfandomprompts - Domestic AU

AO3

warning: mentions of abuse and child neglect.

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“Alright everyone! Get in the car or we’ll leave you behind!” Richie called through his megaphone as two eight year olds rushed out the house, backpacks in tow. They were grinning from ear to ear as they came to a stop next to Richie before climbing into the car.

Ollie was always first, as he was the oldest and often claimed that he had priority over everything. Grace, the youngest by one and a half minutes, didn’t mind too much about her brothers insistence to be first, as she much preferred to lag behind and enjoy things at a slower pace.

Richie loved his kids no matter what though, and this was one way to show it. They had never been on a family vacation before, at least not out of the state of California, as the kids were too young to remember anything. Now they were older though, and were able to retain memories, so after a long conversation, a road trip across the country to New York was planned.

“Ollie did you remember your spare inhaler?” Eddie asked as he walked out of the house last, locking the door to their three bedroom semi-detached home behind him. At first, when Ollie was diagnosed with asthma, Eddie had been scared, after all he had been told his whole life that he had asthma when he, in fact, didn’t.

Richie leaned in the car to see if his son had caught Eddie’s question to find him rummaging in his backpack and pulling out the two spare inhalers. “Yes, papa!” He called back and Richie gave Eddie the thumbs up before closing the car door.

When Eddie reached him, he wrapped his arms around Richie’s neck and pecked him on the lips, laughing as the sounds of ‘ewww’ echoed from the back seat of their car. “We’re really doing this huh?” Eddie asked and Richie nodded his head.

“Come on, Eds. It’ll be fun. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Richie teased, flicking his nose and pulling back, making his way around to the drivers side. “Anyway, the kids are desperate to see their Grandpa Went and Grandma Maggie, as well as all their aunts and uncles.”

Eddie sighed, a smile still on his face as he checked over everything for the upteenth time before sliding into the passenger side. They had decided that they would take turns driving, six hours each until they reached their final destination. Which was Derry, Maine.

They hadn’t been back to their childhood hometown since they graduated High School. The day after graduation, Eddie had packed a bag and jumped into Richie’s old truck and they were out of there, heading straight for California. On their way, they stopped at Vegas and in a very cliche manner, had gotten married in a gunshot wedding.

Now twelve years later they were still going strong, still as much in love with each other and with two eight year old twins that they adored with everything they had. Their life was pretty perfect.

Of course, Maggie and Went flew out to visit their family every year, but flight prices were increasing and Richie’s parents were getting older. Therefore this year the two of them decided that they would take the plunge and visit them in Derry, as well as stopping by to visit Stan and Mike, Ben and Bev and Bill and Audra in New York on their way home.

It was a whole month planned vacation, as they wanted to take their time on the way, to stop by at some landmarks and spend some quality family time with their children. Of course they were sure Maggie and Went had a whole itinerary planned for them when they arrived in Derry but it was rare that they got to do things just the four of them.

“Daddy?” Grace asked about twenty minutes into the car ride and Richie looked into his rear-view mirror at his daughter, who was colouring in her Disney Princess book Uncle Bill had bought her for her birthday. It was her most prized possession and she couldn’t wait to show him all the pictures she had completed.

“Yes, princess?” Richie asked, smiling at her as she sat her pencil down. He glanced over to Ollie, who was tapping away on his Nintendo Switch, happily quiet.

Grace bit her lip and looked at both her parents. Her silence also made Eddie turn around to see if she was okay, giving her his warmest smile. “What is it, Gracie?” Eddie asked.

“You know how we’re going to see Grandpa Went and Grandma Maggie?” She asked and both Eddie and Richie nodded. “Well…those are Daddy’s parents and I was talking to Lizzie at school and she said she had two sets of grandparents. Her mommy’s and her daddy’s and I was wondering if we were going to meet papa’s parents too?”

This made Eddie freeze up in his seat and Richie tensed, gripping firmer on the steering wheel. Eddie hadn’t spoken to his mother since the night before he left Derry, when he wished her goodnight. He had gone total radio silent, cutting her out of his life completely. She had tried to initiate contact many times, through letters and even through Maggie and Went, but Eddie had refused to give in.

It wasn’t as though the thought hadn’t crossed his mind now that they were heading back to Derry. It was a small town after all and news travels fast. It probably wouldn’t take long for Sonia to find out about Eddie’s return to Derry from someone at her Bingo group. However, Eddie didn’t want his babies to be exposed to her toxic ways and had decided that he would not be introducing her to them.

“Well, Gracie…” Eddie started, swallowing thickly. “My mommy…she’s not very well.” He closed his eyes and tried to find the right words to explain the situation. “She wasn’t very kind to papa when I was your age and because of that, I don’t think it would be a very good idea to meet her. Do you understand?”

By this point, Ollie was now listening in and staring at Eddie with wide eyes. “Was your mommy like Alfie’s mommy?” He asked and Eddie winced. Alfie was one of Ollie’s closest friends, and less than four months ago his mother was arrested for child abuse and he was put into sole custody of his father.

“Something like that buddy,” Richie piped up, smiling in the mirror at the kids. “It’s complicated and papa and I will tell you all the details when you are old enough to understand. For now though, just focus on this amazing holiday we’re going on, and think of all the late birthday presents Grandpa Went and Grandma Mags have waiting for you.”

At the mention of presents, both Ollie and Grace jumped into conversation with each other, happily forgetting all about the intense conversation that had just taken place, just like children do. Eddie let out an exhale and Richie reached over, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, all whilst focusing on the road ahead.

“You okay, love?” He asked and Eddie nodded his head, squeezing Richie’s hand back.

Eddie really was fine. He had his husband beside him, his babies in the car behind him and his family waiting for him in Maine. His real family. He didn’t need his mother, or anyone else to make him happy. He had his family.

“Honestly, Rich?” Eddie smiled. “I’ve never been better.”

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@richietoaster @tozier-boy @eds-kas @eds-trashmouth @strange-reddie-loser @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @tinyarmedtrex @liliemm @inthebreadbinwrites @lo-v-ers @studpuffin @aizeninlefox @reddie-for-anything @richietoizer @girasol-eddie @bi-bi-richie @honeybeehanlon @hawkinsbabe @mrs-vh

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #writing tag

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bubbleteatae · 4 years

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Broody Taehyung

25 Days of Christmas Challenge

Prompt: Day 2 - Going Shopping for Presents Together

Authors Note - As you can tell from the name of this blog, and if you follow my main, V is my main bias. So rather than writing separate time/member oneshots, I’ve decided to turn this challenge into a continual Christmas story :) Also, I know I haven’t been uploading each prompt on the actual date, but I do plan on finishing each one eventually :)

Masterlist

“So we’ve bought for Seokjin, Namjoon, Jimin, and your sister, we just now need to buy for Yoongi, Hoseok, Jeongguk, your brother and both our parents” I said aloud looking through the list on my phone. Taehyung and I were sat in a booth in the shopping centre starbucks (our mission to try all the festive drinks this year), enjoying a break from our Christmas shopping. “Have you got any ideas on what to get your brother?”

I noticed he was absently staring out the window “Tae?”

"I can’t wait until that’s us” he said randomly.

I followed his gaze to the outside window. As is done every year, the shopping centre had set up a small festive display of fake trees, animatronic reindeer and a crazy amount of warm coloured fairy lights. Within the area, children were lining up to meet Santa, one child currently sat upon his lap, surely listing a range of toys he hoped he had been good enough to receive on Christmas morning.

I looked towards Taehyung, his lips turned up into a small smile before turning to meet my eyes. When I didn’t answer he continued to explain further “taking our own kids to meet Santa.”

“You think about that?” I asked shyly.

“Of course” he said proudly, which quickly turned to embarrassment “don’t you?”

Of course I did. It wasn’t long after we started dating that I would picture what a future with Taehyung would be like. I knew he wanted a big family, and he knew how much I loved kids and wanted to be a mother. However, this was the first we had ever spoke about future children between us.

“I do. A lot” I smiled. “Christmas would definitely be more magical.

“We could get their photo taken with Santa. Even a family one, and send it to all our friends and family” Taehyung said “and spoil them with so many presents.”

I laughed, shaking my head “They definitely would be the most spoiled child at Christmas. Especially with you as their father!”

“But we would also do so many family things, like picking out a Christmas tree and decorating it just the three of us, holding up our child so they could put the star on top at the end... Putting them to bed on Christmas Eve, while we lay out milk and cookies for Santa, seeing their face in the morning when they realise he’s visited... Sitting around the Christmas tree in our pyjamas opening presents”

I smiled at the scene Taehyung was painting, a Christmas as a little family “I hope you know that nothing would make me happier” I smiled.

We both looked towards the children meeting Santa, just as a young couple, not much older than us, were at the front of the line. We watched as the dad placed their baby on Santa’s knee, the parents kneeling down next to them and putting their arm around each other. The woman taking the photo started shaking a small bell, in order to gain the baby’s attention for the photo. At the sound of the chiming, the baby began to giggle, and the photo was taken. At that moment I saw what could easily become my future. Taehyung must have thought the same thing, as I suddenly felt his hand reach over and grab mine.

“I can’t wait to start a family with you” he said.

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“Do you want to call it a day?” I asked Taehyung, after we finally found a present for his younger brother. We still needed to buy something for both his and my parents, but having already spent the whole day shopping for everyone else exhaustion had finally hit us.

“Yeah. Do you want to meet me in the car though?” he began handing over the shopping bags to me “I just saw something - yes it’s a present for you” Taehyung said as I tried to interject “I just really want to get it now”

“Alright, I’ll meet you in the car”

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I had finished packing the car with our gifts, and was only scrolling on my phone for around five minutes when Taehyung returned. He wasn’t carrying a bag, but one of his pockets was slightly larger than the other.

“No peeking” he smirked.

As we drove back to our shared apartment, my curiosity eating at me, wondering what sort of gift Taehyung needed to buy today.

#bts imagine #bts drabble #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #taehyung imagine #taehyung drabble #taehyung one shot #bts one shot

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forsaken-melodies · 4 years

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Ask Box Prompt: Specify Muse

ABCs of your OCs

a list of oc questions in alphabetical categories

A: Aptitude 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? 2. what activities have they participated in? 3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? 4. what things are they bad at? 5. what is their most impressive talent?

B: Basics 1. what is their hair color? 2. what is their eye color? 3. how tall are they? 4. how old are they? 5. how much do they weigh?

C: Comfort 1. how do they sit in a chair? 2. in what position do they sleep? 3. what is their ideal comfort day? 4. what is their major comfort food? why? 5. who is the best at comforting them when down?

D: Decoration 1. how would they decorate a house if they had one under their name? 2. how would they decorate their child’s room? 3. how do they decorate their own room? 4. what type of clothes and accessories do they wear? 5. do they like makeup/nail/beauty trends?

E: External Personality 1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? 2. do they do things that conform to the norm? 3. do they follow trends or do their own thing? 4. are they up-to-date on the internet fads? 5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

F: Fun 1. what do they do for fun? 2. what is their ideal party? 3. who would they have the most fun with? 4. can they have fun while conforming to rules? 5. do they go out a lot?

G: Gorgeous 1. what is their most attractive external feature? 2. what is the most attractive part of their personality? 3. what benefits come with being their friend? 4. what parts of them do they like and dislike? 5. what parts of others do they envy?

H: Heat 1. do they rather a hot or cold room? 2. do they prefer summer or winter? 3. do they like the snow? 4. do they have a favorite summer activity? 5. do they have a favorite winter activity?

I: In-the-closet 1. what is their sexuality? 2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? 3. have they ever questioned their gender? 4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? 5. how long would/did it take for them to come out?

J: Joy 1. what makes them happy? 2. who makes them happy? 3. are there any songs that bring them joy? 4. are they happy often? 5. what brings them the most joy in the world?

K: Kill 1. have they ever thought about suicide? 2. have they ever thought about homicide? 3. if they could kill anyone without punishment, would they? who? 4. who would miss them if they died? 5. who would be happy they died, anyone?

L: Lemons 1. what is their favorite fruit? 2. what is their least favorite fruit? 3. are there any foods they hate? 4. do they have any food intolerances? 5. what is their favorite food?

M: Maternal 1. would they want a daughter or a son? 2. how many children do they want? 3. would they be a good parent? 4. what would they name a son? what would they name a daughter? 5. would they adopt?

N: Never Have I Ever 1. what would they never do? 2. what have they never done that they want to do? 3. is there anything they absolutely can’t believe people do? 4. what is the most embarrassing thing they’ve done? 5. have they done anything they thought they’d never do?

O: Optimism 1. are they optimistic or pessimistic? 2. are they openly optimistic, throwing it on others? 3. are they good at giving advice? 4. is there anyone in their life that throws optimism on them? 5. were they always optimistic?

P: Personality 1. what is their best personality trait? 2. what is their worst personality trait? 3. what of their personality do others love? 4. what of their personality do others envy? 5. do they hate anything about their personality/about other’s personalities?

Q: Questions 1. do they ask for help? 2. do they ask questions in class? 3. do they answer questions that make them a little uncomfortable? 4. do they ask weird questions? 5. are they curious?

R: Rules 1. do they follow rules? 2. would they be a strict or laid-back parent? 3. have they ever been consequenced for breaking a rule? 4. have they broken any rules they now regret breaking? 5. do they find any rules they/others follow absolutely ridiculous?

S: Streets 1. are they street-smart? 2. would they give money to someone on the streets? 3. have they ever gotten in a fight on the streets? 4. has anything happened to them on the streets? 5. are they cautious when out?

T: Truth 1. are they honest? 2. can they tell if someone is lying? 3. is it obvious when they’re lying? 4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? 5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will?

U: Underdog 1. have they been bullied? 2. have they bullied anyone? 3. have they been physically attacked by a bully? 4. have they ever been doubted? 5. have they surprised people with being good at something?

V: Vomit 1. do they vomit often? 2. do they get lots of stomach aches? 3. are they good at comforting someone ill? 4. what do they like as far as comfort goes? 5. do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

W: Water 1. do they drink enough water? 2. have they learned to swim? 3. do they like to swim? 4. can they dive? 5. can they swim without holding their nose?

X: Xylophone 1. what is their favorite genre of music? 2. do they have a favorite song? 3. do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? 4. can they sing well? 5. can they rap?

Y: You 1. how old were you when you created them? 2. what inspired you to create them? 3. were they different when they were first created? 4. do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? 5. what’s your favorite thing about them?

Z: Zebra 1. what’s their favorite animal? 2. do they like animals? 3. cats or dogs? 4. what’s their dream pet? 5. do they have any pets at the moment?

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oh-mother-of-darkness · 5 years

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asks (21)

Anonymous said: Hi! Do you still like Tim Drake?

More than I can describe!

Anonymous said: Please tell me those law school quotes are all from one professor

They are not, but MOST of them are from the civ pro professor. His name is Counseller, and he’s great. He got a standing ovation after his speech at my friend’s graduation yesterday. I once went to dinner at his house and a movie afterwards. He had us all hide his candy in our bags so he didn’t have to pay concession stand prices.

@whambamthanksbatfam said: Do you know canonical nicknames for the Batboys?

Hold up lemme see what I have on file

Off the top of my head I can also think of times that Tim referred to himself as “Timmy” (usually while pretty young), and of course Dick has “boy wonder”

Anonymous said: What do you think will happen to nightwing comics? Writer changes in April, will they be able to reverse the amnesia arc? Do you think maybe the damage to the character is irreversible? I don't understand why they'd allow it especially after what happened when they tried to kill him off. It's also 35th anniversary of his first appearance in a few months. Looking at teen titans, jon kent's age, young justice "coming back" I feel concerned for dc comics' future ):

I’m basically taking my usual approach, which is (as far as comics are concerned)... everything will return to its most profitable form. Comics have a set form. With a few key exceptions-- changes in superhero persona, for example-- things generally make their way back to the “classic” form. Therefore I expect Dick to go back to being Nightwing, in a form we would recognize as typically Nightwing.

Anonymous said: wait..... waitwaitwaitwait..... wait. did u just swear in that hashtag? i have followed you for like 2 years and the closest i've seen to swearing is "sweet texas on high" which ended up becoming a bad habit of mine to say irl and then have to explain where the hell i heard that, and then i said it enough that one friend started saying it as well, then it just spread like a virus in my friend group (this isn't a complaint this is just surprise and amusement. love ur blog!)

Glad to see my nonsense swears are spreading! To be honest, I (really) swear a lot. Don’t tell my mom

Anonymous said: Hey! I have to choose a quote for my yearbook and i want to do a batman/superhero quote but i cant think of one and was wondering if you could help me out? Im looking to go for kinda funny but also has a bit of meaning, ya know? Anyway thank you!

Oooooh boy lemme see

I like Alfred’s quote in these panels. I would also maybe suggest:

"Whenever someone's asked what power they wish they had, flying is always at the top of the list. But I have to admit. I've learned to love falling too." (Nightwing #142, 2008)

I don’t know how helpful I can be on this one, honestly, but there’s my two cents.

night-mom said: Hi, I have a bat-centric side blog called Bat-Losers-Inc. I just discovered some of your writing on tumblr and have been slowly going through it when I have the time. I really love how you write each character of the Batfam and how each of them feels very distinct from each other but also different from their common representations in the Batman fandom. So anyway, I was wondering if you had a favorite Bat family member to write from in terms of point of view/personality?

Hmmmm a couple of years ago, I would have said Jason. For whatever reason, I’ve always given him a talking/fighting style that’s the most similar to my own, but lately I find myself drawn to Tim and Damian. My guess? Their points of view allow me to explore some things I’ve been going through-- specifically a nasty bout of depression, anxiety, and a psychotic breakdown. I would also say that Dick is the hardest for me to write, followed by Bruce, Duke, and Cass. Stephanie is pretty easy.

Anonymous said: For some reason, I have this huge need of some angst... Could u please do a prompt of suicide Tim? But he manages to success?? Please???

Listen. I’m definitely not going to do that, and I don’t think I need to explain why.

Anonymous said: I reread some old B&R comics. Bruce came back from his weird time adventures and one of the first things he said to Damian was, that it was his job as Robin to make sure that Batman gets home safe. Like yeah, I guess it is? But also you're talking to your 10 year old son, I'm waiting for that mentality to bite you in the ass at some point. I mean it kind of did when Damian died to save Dick in Batman Inc. Bruce's parenting is really dangerous sometimes o_o

I agree. I’ve always had a problem anytime the Batman/Robin relationship is framed around what Bruce needs. For the benefit of the child? Sure, I’ll suspend belief for that one. Because an adult needs it? No thanks. That’s why Tim’s origin story bothers me a whooooole lot.

@therusticate said: I just read the fanfic you put out around Christmas with the files on Dick and Damien and I MELTED. There were TEARS! I’m hoping to find some more of your work on your blog; I love your writing style and how everything flows. Thank you so much for creating content! You did a fantastic job and I love it.

Oh, thank you so much! I’m particularly fond of that fic

Anonymous said: how's outlining going?

Anonymous said: what is it that you are outlining??

Anonymous said: I hope your outline turns out good and you do well ❤ you can do it!!

@couldnt-pick-a-name said: Have you finished your outlining yet?

Anonymous said: Good luck on your exams!! I hope they go well and you take care of yourself and don't get too stressed

I appreciate you all for keeping me on topic <3

Exams went... probably pretty well? We’ll find out when grades come back. I was outlining for immigration law, federal administrative law, and constitutional law-- and I did get all of them done. Hallelujah.

Anonymous said: Young Justice 2019 just got published and I realized I haven't consumed enough YJ material!! Do you have any comic recommends??

Oooooh I guess that depends on which Young Justice you’re talking about? Original v. based on TV show? Either way, my recommendation is to look up the associated series. Original YJ (Tim, Bart, Cassie, Conner, etc.) is the 2000 version by Peter David. That team just got a reboot, and I’m reasonably sure that’s what you’re asking about. Then there’s the YJ comic based on the tv show (2011, I believe).

Either way, I like pretty much the entire series. Sounds simple, but that’s my rec.

@dontstopkiwibea said: I've been thinking about your fic with Damien and Tim having a conversation about Tim's depression and the time when Bruce was missing. I think about all that missing time a lot and how so much /could/ have happened to Tim but didn't. And then I think about Damien being sad when Tim was dead. And then I think about Dick hearing about Tim's mental state during that time, how bad it really got, and maybe Bruce learns too. Ahhhh I don't know about you but I want more fics about Tim and getting help

Honestly? Same. I feel like there’s a lot of emotion that’s never officially explored, and that’s a problem I personally enjoy fixing.

Anonymous said: You asked for headcanons, so: Damian likes to give Tim a hard time, and one day Damian scoffs at the idea of Tim getting a pet, saying he’d probably kill it through neglect. Tim doesn’t appreciate that and ends up with a goldfish out of spite. He learns everything there is to know, and his fish is gonna thrive, dammit. And it does. Tim comes to genuinely care for this little creature (and secretly Damian is really pleased Tim is showing such interest in something that isn’t casework or WE).

Love it! Give Tim A Fish 2019

Anonymous said: What are you most looking forward to this year?

Hmmmmm... this is maybe a lil over optimistic, but I’m really looking forward to getting better this year. I’m trying harder and I have better resources than I ever had before.

@xylophonicsynapse said: Which of the bat-kids makes music playlists?

I’d say that all of them DO it sometimes, but the one who really gets into it is Damian. He likes his music organized, thank you very much.

Anonymous said: Hey Amy! Saw the ask about the line "The sun is UP and so is JESUS we are partying today." and I thought it was hilarious I MUST know where its from! Plz and thank you <3

Lmaoooo that was from a post on Easter

#okay I THINK that's all of the questions #the rest are fic prompts #asks

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chiseki · 5 years

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Figured I’d make this an intro post, since I’m pretty much using this alternate url as an “out” url compared to my usual vagueness.

I’m Joshua. Yes, that matches the sidebar, so it’s not really surprising here.

And that would surprise an entire two people following my main blog that know me irl because the rest were previously informed. Maybe three people, I forget if the last one is on tumblr or not.

Which is, by the way, ““““““““fun”““““““““

Yup, having like three local friend circles that had relations to each other outside of myself, and only one of them being in the know is fun.

You can basically stop reading at this point, because from here on out is just gonna be a massive time rewind to.....jeez, fuck if I know when, my childhood? I promise there will be time skips, we don’t need that mess played at normal tempo. (Also some funny stories after the giant gap in the text, if you want to scroll for that).

Most of this story is actually located in college, but the only real indicator (aside from having a general dislike of dresses) was way back when I was in all of second grade--apparently I was so damn insulted I burned all these facts into my memory--and an older kid was brought into the classroom, gave us this cool sales pitch about do we want to learn to shoot a bow, go camping, build campfires, etc

and then was like “OH YEAH THIS IS THE BOY SCOUTS IT’S BOYS ONLY”

I was so hyped lol.

Wound up being in a mediocre girl scout troop later, and my brother obviously got directed into boy scouts. At which point I got to find out that their camping trips were mostly getting rained on and finding black windows and getting taught woodworking by a dude missing a chunk of finger.

So more suffering than child me would have expected, but they still got to build fires and go REAL camping and shoot bows and rifles and shit.

Meanwhile, in girl scouts, we went to this one set of cabins every year. We never stayed in the damn cabins, because someone would find A Bug in there, or a spider, and then someone ELSE would have the same issue, and no one wanted to be in a cabin alone let alone be the only one in the cabins at all, and we always wound up sleeping in the air conditioned lodge that was visible from the damn cabins.

Except the one year where we went to a different camp, stayed in the legendary caboose, and there was a bat sleeping on the outside of the window so no one wanted to sleep there except me.

My scout group was weak.

I miss the cookies, though.

Anyway, due to not being forced into gender-targeted toys and getting to play with whatever the fuck I wanted, I also have jack shit for anything resembling an early warning sign aside from the above.

Actually, scratch that, I was not really a fan of dresses. I mean, this was fair in general, since they were usually scratchy, didn’t fit my arms/shoulders right, were designs I had no say in, and everyone would get on my case if the dress might get even a LITTLE dirty. Had some skirts I liked in middle school, but even that was a mess of having to wear tights because my genes have never resulted in anything resembling a thigh gap.

And I was like, constantly trying to play with the guys in grade school. And they’d periodically get that “NYEHHHHHHH GUYS ONLYYYYYY” shit going on. That was never not infuriating tbh.

Flash forward to high school, still basically left to my own devices. Only indicator here was that I was just tickled fucking pink whenever I heard that I either passed at cons or was at least tossed in the “maybe.......?” zone.

Flash forward to college. I honestly don’t remember what set me off on thinking about it, but started eyeballing my gender with a microscope. Unfortunately I couldn’t apply a litmus test like sexuality, so there was a lot of “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhfuck” going on.

Actually, I think part of it was that on the forum I hung out on, a lot of the old regulars had assumed I was a dude until a childhood friend had dropped a pronoun several times in succession & asserted its correctness, which then led to a discussion along the lines of “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat”.

But yeah, started testing the waters.

Also tried going to a LGBT+ club like, once. With the gal I was either dating at the time or was about to be dating, my memory is shit tbh. “HEY SO HOW ABOUT WE ALL JUST COME OUT TO EACH OTHER, A BUNCH OF STRANGERS <33333333″ still freaks me out, honestly. I get why it’s generally done, but like, no thanks. But I was horrendously obvious in ducking about the gender question and she totally called me out on it later in private lol. Also got me my first binder, but I digress.

Anyway, basically spilled on “I’m.....probably..............? a dude...........? jsyk??????” to my immediate friends, which was met with a lot of “.....YEAH ACTUALLY THAT MAKES SENSE” and a “hang on I need a dictionary........ok I get it”

I think I was the least smooth part of anything resembling a coming-out just due to like, me not wanting to have to tell people to do things for me? It’s something I find extremely awkward, like I know it’s that horribly stereotypical dating thing of “what’s wrong, bby, what do I have to do” “I DON’T WANT TO HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT TO DO” but.

And that’s an entire digression about how my relationship with my mother often included me saying a lot of shit I had to say convincingly, but didn’t mean at all, and probably led to me having fuckall faith in what people say, most especially when under a forced prompt. I could do an essay on that, but not here.

Which, admittedly, I’m gonna rewind here because I think it’s funny in hindsight, but it means the dictionary reaction went like “SO...........I’M.............TRANS?” “What?” [thinking this is pushback on the idea] [PANIC MODE] “UH” “Like, literally, what does that word mean, I've never heard it in my life.” “OH. WELL. Heh. Uh. That internal reaction I had was embarrassing then, oops.”

Anyway.

Then the collective action was, “well, have you picked a name what do you MEAN you haven’t picked a name, we can’t just run about calling you by your deadname after all that”

And I tossed some names out, that I’m not going to list, because they were just fucking awful. So I got interventioned and the method became throwing names at me until they stuck.

Adam? Nah I knew an Adam and I can’t unassociate with that

Noah? Violin teacher’s third kid was named Noah. Same issue with Gabriel and Caleb.

Benjamin? I fucking grew up with a Benjamin he would kill me.

you get the idea.

And those were like, actual reasonable rejections. At least half the time I was just like “I DON’T LIKE HOW IT SOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNDS.” Take, for example, Josh. I 1) knew one in high school and he was a piece of work and 2) I just, inexplicably, don’t like how the word sounds.

Which is part irony and part masochism that JoshUA stuck.

I mean, that name had pre-existing connotations for me. I had played..........a game.........in high school. And given that my options were pretty shafted to Stereotypical White Boy Names if I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb, some positive(?) pre-existing connotations were going to be needed.

Incidentally, I had a v. sweet trans girl offer me her deadname, which was a cool name, but just, like, didn’t fit me in particular so. She also picked her name by RNG tournament, with the top 10 baby names for her year being the competitors. Which was neat and worked well for her, but I know I would have just re-run the fucking tourney if I didn’t like the winner lol.

But anyway, continuing on to a less flowery story. I’ll add some blank lines so it’s skippable. No need to set off every other person with gender issues here.

Decided to come out to my family. Apparently time fuzzed down my memories of being devoured by mosquitos outside while my parents were trying to decipher that their kid was holding hands with a girl in the back of the van and that girl had been planned to sleep over that night, and despite the fact that booth teens wouldn’t be jumping to sex that fast nor had the equipment to make a kid between them....it was Reason For Concern like a straight couple sharing a bed.

I mean, my mom was convinced that anything touching the nether regions was SEX and PREMARITAL SEX was EVIL. But I digress.....again.

So. I tell them. And the reaction ranged from “well ok I mean you’ve always been weird” (thanks, bro) to “uh I guess my last name’s odds of getting inherited just doubled........?” to “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME”

Yeah. That last one was word for word. Some stuff was thrown, lots of crying (”I CAN’T EVEN DO MY MAKEUP AND IT’S YOUR FAULT”)--both of which were not my doing, though I got shocked(?) into my own set of tears iirc.

I think I set a speed record for climbing back into the closet. Like, a week later, everyone was pretending it never happened. I sorta emotionally cut ties with my mom at that point--kept it civil, but Did Not Want to discuss my life or friends at all with her or in any way that would get back to her.

So obviously, no one in my family knows I go by Joshua. If they asked, I would tell them, but lo and behold, zero questions, they never brought it up again, etc. And I’ve been very careful about not letting that knowledge spread, not putting it on the internet in a way that connects back to my legal name, being primed at any point to pretend “Joshua” is a mutual friend and to not respond to that name if someone accidentally calls me by it.

Incidentally, during Yet Another Family Counseling that was at least performed at an individual level this time, my mom apparently told the counselor that she thought she handled that well. Last I checked, making the situation about yourself and doing the whole “woe is me, the mother, with a child like this” shpeal was not “well”.

And I mean the WHOLE shpeal. If you’ve ever had the misfortune to see the posts by parents of trans kids that wax soliloquy about losing their child and mourning their “death” (especially the ones that aren’t all “but I got a new kid!”) like, the ones especially cut from the same cloth that would be like “my child is autistic but ~I~ am the inspiration for waking up in the morning” like no, your kid is the inspiration for dealing with you.

And if anyone is wondering, this is basically the Midwest Stereotype for....LGBT, interracial dating, etc rejection imo. Seemingly ok with it, but NO WAIT HANG ON, NOT MY CHILD. Like, I legit had trans kids explained to me (albeit without terms for it) at a relatively young age by my mother and yet. “X exists but not in our good christian neighborhood” attitude. Ugh.

So where was I? Hmm, yes, funny Joshua stories. Ok I have like ONE story. One of my friends that was in the know finally got me to play Trails in the Sky. Now, this sucker has a chunk of text lead-in with a ~mysterious~ boy that young Estelle’s father has brought home, and the whole discussion skips his name, ending on “my name is....”. Then it time-skips to present day, finally casually dropping this dude’s name, which, obviously, is Joshua.

My friend did not tell me this.

No warning, nada. Only Estelle had really come up in conversation.

And then we collectively dragged another friend into the abyss with us, except he wasn’t in the know. We also had him streaming his playing sessions when our schedules coincided, which led to--because of a shitty accuracy stat--him yelling (as we did) “JOSHUA!” frequently in combat.

I debated on just responding “Yes?” randomly one day in the most casual closet-exit possible. Then procrastinated by deciding to just be out with it at the end of the first game since he’d also played twewy.

Some of you have probably started to eye my avatars with judgement in your hearts. That’s fair.

Anyway, we had forgotten about another character that practically had his name, so at least I had someone to share my weird feelings with.

And then, he started the second game, and I didn’t hold back on responding “yes?” every time “Joshua” was used as an interjection.

Also because of that one post about biblical names, I will respond to any use of “Jesus”.

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howardstudent · 4 years

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Second College Essay

A little preface is that this was my second ever college essay. I received a 19.5/20 on it. There are some grammatical and citation errors that maybe I will fix if I ever have the time, and/or feel it is worth it. I could post the prompt but I don’t want my prof to copyright me or anything. Essentially, in this class we are studying prominent African American Literature until 1940, and this, the first essay of the course, listed three prompts from which were to choose one. I chose a prompt about how literacy was utilized by black authors and how the deprivation of literacy was weaponized by white supremacists. My professor did criticize my underutilization of Frederick Douglass’ autobiography, but besides that I mainly received positive feedback.

English 054/African American Literature 1

7 October 2020

Literacy: Through the Eyes of the Oppressed and the Oppressor

In this, the twenty-first century, it can be argued that everyone understands the importance of written tradition. Within and beyond the 400 years of African American bondage, literacy can be observed as being a gift to the oppressed that grants agency, education, and expression while simultaneously, access to said literacy is intentionally denied by the oppressor to maintain a status quo. Early African American authors and their collective works exemplify the power but perceived threat of permitting literacy among oppressed people. Namely, that African Americans, like Phyllis Wheatley, are able to compete with white people when it comes to intelligence and crafting beautiful works of art. The other primary flaw is that an educated black man, like Frederick Douglass, will develop a thirst for knowledge and justice which knows no bounds. To the oppressor, black literacy destroys their white supremacist ideologies about black people, while also encouraging the oppressed to think critically and fight back against their oppressors. Furthermore, this narrative exceeds physical subjugation; the education of the Negro is still the most powerful and threatening instrument to white supremacy in this modern age.

White supremacy relies on the basis that white people are superior to all other races, and it entices people to subscribe to this thought through demonstrable measures. In the eighteenth century, literacy was one of the primary measures used to perpetuate white supremacy. It is interesting to note how the goalpost of “superiority” shifted as black people would surpass these arbitrarily placed expectations. It seems that literacy was chosen because Europeans did not know of any black Africans who were distinguished in written literacy (Gates 137). This is not by coincidence though, as “Europeans ignored the fact that African literatures tended to be oral rather than written (Gates 137).” Initially, the concept was that black people are incapable of reading and writing, then it was black people cannot read and write in the languages the white man values, and then it was well, even if black people can learn, that doesn’t mean they can possess the same finesse and mastery of literature as white people. This belief was shattered when Poem on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral by Phyllis Wheatley, Negro Servant to Mr. John Wheatley of Boston, in New England was published. The work was “stunning news to whites” in London in 1773, because Wheatley was an African-born slave woman who was able to write in English (Gates 137). Wheatley was purchased from Africa to be a slave when she was between the ages of seven and eight, and after a mere four years of being exposed to the English language, she began to write poetry (Gates 138). She was no more than twelve years old when she first published her poem, and by twenty she had achieved international recognition (Gates 138). Even to the educated white elites, the beliefs that black people were incapable of feats such poetic expression and mathematics, which were considered to be “the highest forms of civilization,” were held in great esteem (Gates 137). Wheatley challenged these notions and she alone proved “the capacity of the African's intellect for improvement (Gates 139).” White supremacy served to rationalize the enslavement of a race of people. If black people were dehumanized, by falsely claiming that they were unable to reason and think critically, and furthermore were unable to be compete with Europeans, then their enslavement was justified.

Literacy was withheld from slaves to not only prevent the dismantling of white supremacist ideologies, but also to keep the oppressed disenfranchised. Outlawing the education of black people was done intentionally, but not exclusively, to further dehumanize the Negro. When the access to literacy is restricted, it is much easier to convince the general white population that black people cannot possibly be literate, before ever given the opportunity to prove otherwise. The Narrative Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave, Written by Himself references white men’s uninhibited thoughts on these subjects. For example, in defense of slaughtering a disobedient slave, Mr. Austin Gore said:

Demby had become unmanageable. He was setting a dangerous example to the other slaves,—one which, if suffered to pass without some such demonstration on his part, would finally lead to the total subversion of all rule and order upon the plantation. He argued that if one slave refused to be corrected, and escaped with his life, the other slaves would soon copy the example; the result of which would be, the freedom of the slaves, and the enslavement of the whites. (Douglass 20)

He uses two primary white supremacist tropes. Mr. Gore plays off the idea that treating slaves, and furthermore any oppressed class, as if they possess human dignity, will humanize them and lead them to seek rebellion. He also utilized the fear tactic that oppressed people will surpass the desire for equality, and will seek the same dominant position the oppressor currently holds. These ideas are also echoed by Mr. Auld’s words to his wife after discovering she had been teaching Frederick Douglass the alphabet:

To use his own words, further, he said, “If you give a nigger an inch, he will take an ell. A nigger should know nothing but to obey his master—to do as he is told to do. Learning would spoil the best nigger in the world. Now,” said he, “if you teach that nigger

(speaking of myself) how to read, there would be no keeping him. It would forever unfit him to be a slave. He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master. As to himself, it could do him no good, but a great deal of harm. It would make him discontented and unhappy.” (Douglass 29)

As Douglass became more educated, he began to agree with Mr. Auld. The white man understands that, to keep the Negro ignorant, is to keep him subdued. Literacy exposed slaves to the rights they were denied, to the treatment they were denied, and to the lives they deserved to have. It was this access to literacy that allowed Douglass to see how utterly abhorrently slaves were treated, it motivated him to write, it is what granted him the agency to voice his thoughts, and it gave him the platform to discuss the matter of abolition with Abraham Lincoln.

When the oppressed is kept denied enlightenment, they know not what they don’t know. This is why the United States has continued to suppress black literacy. “The Role of Parent Education and Parenting Knowledge in Children’s Language and Literacy Skills among White, Black, and Latino Families” found that “one way to eliminate socioeconomic status achievement gaps in children’s early language and literacy skills may be to focus on parents’ knowledge of child development (Rowe 1).” One way to improve minority literacy would be to implement programs that educate parents on child development. However, Jeffrey Shulman argues that:

What slave masters knew firsthand—that, in Douglass’s phrase, “knowledge makes a [person] unfit to be a slave”—was no secret to their nineteenth- and twentieth-century successors: They fought the efforts of the Freedmen’s Bureau to establish public schools during Reconstruction; they closed their own public schools after Brown v. Board of Education, 347 U.S. 483 (1954), prohibited de jure public school segregation. Having denied access to literacy on racial grounds, they then made literacy a prerequisite to full participation in the political life of our nation. (A Right)

He points out that basing school funding on property taxes intentionally creates educational disparities, and is de facto segregation (Shulman). Thus, another approach to bridging the literacy gap would be to increase funding to black schools. However, this serves to uphold white standards of literacy.

Black literacy can be understood in two ways: literacy as utilized by black people and as black people’s ability to conform to “white literacy.” The history of black literacy is rooted in oral traditions. Black literacy involves Negro Spirituals and Hip-hop, primarily genres that are not held in high regard by white people. Navigating white literacy is an important skill to possess in America; it signals to the majority white population that one is intelligent, educated, and worthy of being listened to.

Works Cited

Douglass, Frederick. Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave: Written by Himself. Newcastle Group, 2014.

Gates, Henry Louis, and Valerie Smith. The Norton Anthology of African American Literature. 3rd ed., vol. 1 2, W.W. Norton & Company, 2014.

Rowe, Meredith L., et al. “The Role of Parent Education and Parenting Knowledge in Childrens Language and Literacy Skills among White, Black, and Latino Families.” Infant and Child Development, vol. 25, no. 2, 2015, pp. 198–220., doi:10.1002/icd.1924.

Shulman , Jeffrey. “A Right to Literacy as the ‘Pathway from Slavery to Freedom’?” National Constitution Center – Constitutioncenter.org, 3 Aug. 2018, constitutioncenter.org/blog/a-right-to-literacy-as-the-pathway-from-slavery-to-freedom.

#frederick douglass #phillis wheatley

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