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what is it about that season one shoulder pat you love so much??
i have a bit of a fascination with what i call character thesis moments. they’re… these sort of pivotal, revealing scenes or even just (as in this case) a gesture that makes me fall head-over-heels for a character. and also understand them.
with ava, it was the beach run scene. for lilith, the grey hoodie scene where she asks ava “can you forgive me?” for mary it was the first scene, cradling shannon’s head and shutting her eyes and the love in every inch of every gesture. (that’s the first sign i think that warrior nun is a story about love, and survival, and in not surviving but loving anyway).
now, i’ll admit that i adored beatrice from “i thought she’d be a handful” and “faith is my business” but frankly… neither of those scenes show us who she is. i think the closest we get to HER is at the bus stop, where you watch her choose her friends over her duty, choose love over sacrifice (for the first, but not the last time).
and then… god, that shoulder slap. i can’t explain how it made me feel.
up until that point, beatrice is such a whirlwind of a character. she’s lethal, she faces down a gun with frightening disregard for her own life. she drops a tear onto shannon’s cheek as she gasps out a very rehearsed goodbye. she catches ava when she slips out of that wall, she cries over an old journal and in all that time she’s fighting so hard to remain unseen.
and then, in one gesture, she reveals who she is. if you look closely, you see how fiercely beatrice fights to hold herself, but especially her hands, in check. they are either weapons or they’re things she lets out with the greatest care. they are caring but also tentative, like moths desperately trying not to touch the flame.
if you look carefully you also see that beatrice can’t help but touch ava. she tries and tries, but then they’re in the vatican and she’s suddenly this young, smiling creature trading puns, rushing through a cloud of dust to pry ava from the wreckage of her faith, from the arms of an angel. i just think, when i saw that shoulder slap i realised how much there was to beatrice.
she’s this… ball of contradictions. she’s a nun, she came up with Cruella de Jesus. she’s faithful, she’s queer, she’s resigned to the death of everyone she loves. she’s a weapon, and yet… you look at her doing that slightly goofy shoulder slap and it betrays a sense of ‘i want to touch you and i don’t know what to do about it.’ and in that you realise that she’s everything you thought and she’s also… mischievous? slightly boyish? a fool who is already more than half in love.
i remember feeling so fond of her, so suddenly, because out of the clear blue you realise that she’s drawn to this, to this girl who told her not to hate what she is, not to hate what she craves which is touch… a certain something she doesn’t dare to name, but still she reaches out and THAT is beatrice to me.
she’s a pair of empty hands, a bottle of lightning, and for all her confidence, for all that she is undeniably so cool and calm under pressure, so absolutely lethal; she’s also young, and she doesn’t know what to do about what she feels. it terrifies her, fascinates her, makes her hands move almost of their own accord.
there is ava, who is the point around which she is supposed to rally. halobearer, holy, doomed. that little pat in the shoulder… when i take it from ava’s perspective i’m in awe, because they don’t quite understand each other yet. it’s a candleflame to the incandescence of their kiss but it’s the first time bea reaches out not to catch her, or capture her, or carry her, but simply to touch.
it’s a very blunt and beautiful reassurance and that’s what they are to each other; they’re comfort, safety, acceptance. and that throwaway moment to me is the thesis of bea’s character arc. it’s the choosing to touch, to reach out, to hold onto what she loves.
and for ava it’s sacred too. how many times in her life do you imagine she’s been touched the way beatrice touches her? the way she balances ava’s jaw in her hands when she falls from the wall, smiling at her like she’s a miracle. beatrice who is the voice in the dark and the cold, who tears down a wall to reach her because she promised and she kept it. touch is everything to ava, and i think there’s just something so special about that moment; beatrice just saying, wordlessly, ‘you’re good, you’re here, i’ve got your back.’ it’s not condescending it’s a gesture that i think demonstrates to ava that she’s not alone anymore, and it kindles the hope that she never will be again.
#warrior nun#avatrice#sister beatrice#ava silva#it’s just! special and silly and important to me i’m sorry i know this is mostly incoherent#anon
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Finalist (alessia russo x reader)
Summary: World Cup fluff. Alessia has no idea you're on your way to Australia to surprise her before the final.
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“Did you watch the game?” Alessia asks, calling you at the earliest opportunity after the semi final ends. You know she must still be at the stadium and you can hear the sounds of her teammates celebrating in the background.
“As if I’d miss a match as important as this one,” you reply. “Your goal, baby - that was something special.”
“Really?” Alessia asks, the giddiness apparent in her voice, even over the phone.
“Yeah, it was. It was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“I wish you could be here,” Alessia says.
You glance up at the departure board and read the words “Sydney - gate opens in 20 minutes” before you sigh and reply, “Yeah, so do I. I’m sorry.”
Because what Alessia doesn’t know is that you watched her semi final match from an airport lounge in Singapore, where you have a layover between flights on your way out to Sydney.
“Don’t apologise,” Alessia reassures you. “I know how hard it is for you to get time off work.”
It has been hard, you’ve been so busy at work recently that you were forced to stay in England while Alessia competes on the other side of the world. But after the Lionesses won their quarter final, you knew you had to fly out to Australia for Alessia’s final match, whether it was the final or the third place match, just to get the chance to see your girl play in a World Cup. And now that you know it’ll be a World Cup final that she’s playing in, you’re extremely glad that you managed to persuade your boss to let you have the time off.
“Anyway, it means a lot to know you’re supporting me, even from so far away,” Alessia continues.
It takes all the effort you can muster not to confess everything and tell her that you’re not as far away as she might think, but you’re determined to keep this a surprise.
“Always supporting you,” you promise her. “All the way to the World Cup final.”
You can practically hear her beaming down the phone, and you can picture the way her face scrunches up in delight as she replies, “It doesn’t feel real yet. I don’t think it’ll feel real until we actually step out on the pitch.”
“I’m so proud of you,” you tell Alessia.
You hear the opening bars of ABBA’s Mamma Mia followed by a shriek down the phone, then the distinctive sound of your girlfriend’s laughter.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Alessia apologises. “Ella wants me to dance. I’m gonna have to go. But I love you and miss you so much!”
“Love you too! See you soon!”
You only realise the slip of your tongue when Alessia has already hung up, by which time you can only hope that she’s too distracted by the dressing room celebrations to notice and ruin the surprise of your impending arrival in Australia.
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For reasons you can’t explain, you’re nervous as you wait by the Sydney harbour, against the backdrop of the opera house and the famous bridge. You only landed in Australia this morning, and though it’s now early afternoon, it feels like the middle of the night to you.
You’re about to see your girlfriend for the first time in six weeks and Alessia has no idea. Maybe that’s why you’re nervous, afraid that your sudden appearance on the other side of the world to where Alessia currently thinks you are will somehow distract her from her preparations for the biggest football game of her career.
You check your phone for the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. Your most recent message is one from Luca, who is in on the surprise, telling you that Alessia insisted on stopping for coffee and that they’ll be with you in ten minutes.
That was fourteen minutes ago.
You turn around, leaning back against the harbour railing, and glance down at the bouquet of flowers in your hand. What if this was a silly idea? What if your arrival in Australia two days before such an important game is a distraction for Alessia? What if she has other plans for her last day off before the tournament ends and you’re taking that away?
But then you glance up and you see her in the distance, walking towards you with her brothers on either side of her, laughing at something that one of them has just said, and your heart stops in your chest. She’s changed out of the England tracksuits you’ve become so accustomed to seeing pictures of her wearing and into a pair of dark trousers and a white crop top, a pair of sunglasses perched on the top of her head that pushes her blonde hair out of her face. Maybe it’s the sun kissed glow from spending more than a month in Australia, maybe it’s the fact that she looks so relaxed and happy, maybe it’s the fact that you haven’t seen her in person for so long, but she looks like a goddess as she strides obliviously towards you.
You push yourself off the railing and try to straighten up your own appearance, fully aware that spending thirty hours on planes and in airports and your current state of jetlag probably means you resemble a zombie more than your normal human self, certainly not somebody worthy of Alessia, but you can only hope that doesn’t matter.
She continues to come closer, still unaware that she’s walking towards you, until she’s close enough that you can hear the familiar laughter as she jokes around with her brothers.
And then her blue eyes find yours and being the clumsy girl that she is, she actually stumbles slightly when she sees you, doing a double take as she recognises you.
“Oh my god,” Alessia says, and then she’s running towards you.
You hold your arms out wide as Alessia launches herself at you, knocking you slightly off balance as she wraps her arms tightly around you and buries her face into your neck. It feels so strange, yet so familiar to have Alessia in your arms after so long apart, and you’re never going to take spending time with her for granted again.
“But … but you’re in England?” she says, her voice muffled by your hair.
“I’m pretty sure this is Australia,” you reply lightheartedly, squeezing her tighter.
“What are you doing here?” Alessia asks, pulling back and cupping your head with a hand on each side of your jaw, staring at you in disbelief, as if she still isn’t completely sure that you’re not a figment of her own imagination.
“Sightseeing,” you tease her. “No, I’m here to see you, silly. My girl’s playing in a World Cup final on Sunday - do you really think I’d miss the chance to see that live?”
“But we talked yesterday,” Alessia says, her face scrunching up in a cute frown. “You were at home.”
“I lied, I was in an airport in Singapore,” you confess.
Alessia’s eyes widen in surprise, then she says, “You sneaky little… I can’t believe you’re actually here.”
“These are for you, by the way,” you say, untangling your arms from around Alessia so you can present her with the bouquet of flowers you bought - red and white for England, obviously - before they get too squashed.
“They’re beautiful,” Alessia says, as she accepts the gift and admires the flowers.
“Beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” you say cheesily. “I’ve got something else for you too.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh,” you nod, as you place your hands on Alessia’s hips and pull her closer, pushing yourself up on your tiptoes to close the height difference and press your lips against hers.
Alessia’s lips are exactly as soft as you remember them and she gasps at the contact, before pulling you in even closer with her free hand. You try to savour the moment, enjoying the way that Alessia’s aura surrounds every part of you, her lips pliant beneath yours as you fit together like it hasn’t been over a month since you last got to kiss her.
It’s a special kiss, one that you wish could last forever, but a kiss that is ultimately ruined by a raucous wolf whistle followed by fake retching noises from Alessia’s brothers nearby.
Alessia pulls back with a groan, then turns to her brothers to scold them.
“Okay, you two can get lost now. I want to spend my day off with my girlfriend.”
You turn to Luca and Giorgio and give them an apologetic shrug.
“Sorry guys, Lessi makes the rules.”
You endure a bit more teasing, Luca continuing to gag while Giorgio makes a comment about you being whipped, but that’s quickly forgotten as Alessia pulls you in for another kiss, and by the time you break apart again, the Russo brothers have got the message and left you alone with your girlfriend.
“This is the best day ever,” Alessia says, reaching for your hand and threading her fingers through yours as you start to walk side by side towards the Sydney Opera House.
“Are you sure about that?” you tease her. “I mean, you scored a goal that helped your team get through to their first ever World Cup final yesterday. That sounds like a pretty hard day to beat.”
“That was good but this is better,” Alessia answers without hesitating. “I might have to reconsider on Sunday though. You know, if we…”
Alessia trails off without saying the word win, and you know probably still can’t quite get her head around the fact that winning the World Cup is a possibility.
“Whatever the result, I’m so glad I can be here to support you,” you tell her, bringing your joined hands to your lips and pressing a kiss to the back of her fingers. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
You’ve travelled halfway around the world for Alessia, and you’d do the same journey a hundred times over, just to see the smile that spreads across her face at your words.
#woso x reader#woso imagine#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo imagine#established relationship#fluff
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okay babe, after working my 2 remaining brain cells I have come up with a request for my boyfiii/hubby joonie (joon's whores™️ pls rise up) 🫣 i'd love a childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff and smut ofc (if inspo hits, maybe a tiny pinch of angst? if not, it's okay 😌) here are some prompts :
Having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor.
“I’m just scared of losing you.” “Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”
and you know i'm extra, so here's some visual inspo (honestly, any excuse show off my domestic boyfriend pics 🫣)
okay okay love you to the moon and back 🌝, i am not sorry for the feral sounds that will come out of me once this thing is posted (i will need to be put down) ❤️❤️❤️
about love | knj (m)
>> pairing bestfriend!namjoon x fem!reader
>> genre/au's childhood best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | crack
>> summary during your trip to the aquarium, namjoon blurts out something that creates an unexpected turn to your friendship.
>> word count 2.8k
>> warnings dry humping | fingering | handjob | missionary | soft romantic sex :') | protected sex | namjoon being namjoon aka a clumsy cutie
>> author's note living for the boyfie pics of joon hehe i hope u enjoy this drabble baby. i included everything u mentioned (minus angst lol) i hope u don't fall more in love with joon after reading this sjdfhcsjd
[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]
Sundays meant one thing for you and Namjoon. It’s the day of the week where you both spend time together. This time, it was Namjoon’s turn to pick and usually he would pick an art exhibition or his favorite museum but, surprisingly enough he picked an aquarium.
You hadn’t been to one since you were five years old. It was on a school trip, you and Namjoon being forced to walk side by side and hold hands like the rest. That’s the only thing you remember — oh, and that silly inside joke that got created that day.
There’s something everyone knows about Namjoon. He’s incredibly smart. Ever since he was little he was always infatuated by random but very important facts — as he called them.
You were determined that jellyfishes were called roundy fishes. Which isn’t really a word but you were certain! It made sense to you, and Namjoon laughed when you shrieked how you were extremely excited to see the roundy fishes, until he discovered it was jellyfishes. Afterwards, he had made it his life mission to, one annoy you with the ridiculous name and two, give you every single fact about them.
Till this day, Namjoon still teased you with that.
The aquarium was the one from when you were small, basically where your friendship started to bloom. The thought of you being here with Namjoon almost 20 years later, made you nervous. A good nervous.
On your 20th birthday, you realized you were in love with Namjoon. It wasn’t even a special moment. He was just suddenly holding a silly tiny cake with a few candles and pushing you to make a wish as you blew on them. In that moment you had looked at him and something sparked in your heart. People would call it butterflies, but you called it a spark.
That spark never left. You weren’t exactly planning on ever telling him, his friendship meaning much more to you than ruining it by a confession.
Therefore, you kept it hidden. But, today he’s making it hard. Especially by showing up with a cute white sweater and his glasses.
Fuck.
“Ready to go see some roundy fishes?” Namjoon says, teasing you by knocking his elbow into yours.
“You’re still on that, I see.” You respond, trying to hide your smile as you both walk inside the aquarium.
The blue lights are all over the place, decorations of every living creature hanging on the walls.
Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, dragging you by the arm directly towards the jellyfish.
You’re stunned by how beautiful they look. They’re moving in slow motion, creating what seems to be a whole different universe behind glass. It almost reminds you of the clumps of lava, floating in a lava lamp after you turn it on and let it sit for a few hours.
Somehow, you’re just standing in silence, admiring them silently while Namjoon stands next to you. He’s not saying anything either, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s always like this with Namjoon. Just extreme comfort at all times.
You finally decide to turn your head towards Namjoon, noticing how he’s staring at you already. His expression is something you’ve never seen before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what he’s thinking, which is usually your best skill.
“What?” You ask.
“I’m in love with you.” Namjoon blurts out. Your eyes pop open by his words, mouth dropping silently as well.
What did he just say?!
“I—“
Namjoon seems to be getting out of his trance, smacking his lips and returning his gaze on the glass.
“Did you know that jellyfishes are 95% water?” Namjoon changes the subject quickly, spilling out every fact he has on your favorite fish.
“Namjoon.”
“They actually also have really short lifespans.” He continues, ignoring how you called out his name.
“Joonie.”
Namjoon returns his eyes to you. The nickname always does it for him.
“I’m sorry. I was just—“ He tries to explain before you cut him off.
“I’m in love with you, clumsy.”
Namjoon’s expression brings out a huge change. He begins to light up, almost turning the same color as the glowing jellyfishes.
“What.” He breathes out.
“Yeah.” You step closer.
“Holy shit.” Namjoon suddenly says. “You’re serious.” He points out, as if it wasn’t obvious before.
“You’re ridiculous.” You suddenly begin to laugh, your stomach feeling all kinds of weird because what just happened?!
“Wait. Since when have you..” He starts off.
“Since my 20th birthday.” You confess with confidence.
“Ha.” Namjoon chuckles. “I win.”
“Wait what?” You ask in confusion.
“Been in love with you ever since you called jellyfish roundy fishes.”
Fuck. He has got to be kidding.
“Please tell me you’re joking.” You say in disbelief.
“No. Five year old Namjoon was definitely onto something.” He admits, humor laced in his tone.
“Wow.” Your stomach just did a somersault.
“Meaning, he’s been waiting to do something for a really long time.” Namjoon explains, moving closer to you, both of your chests brushing against one another.
“Oh?”
Namjoon smiles, his dimples becoming prominent before he dips his head, his lips about to reach yours until—
“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest, causing his brows to furrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m just… scared of losing you.” You admit.
There’s not really anything to be afraid of, you know that. But this is Namjoon. Silly, smart, clumsy Namjoon who’s been by your side for as long as you remember. This is scary. What if you mess up? Then you’ll eventually lose Namjoon and—
“Hey.” Namjoon catches you out of your thoughts.
“Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.” Namjoon says, lightening up the room and washing every horrible thought away.
You nod, agreeing because he’s not exactly wrong. You’re just about to step into something else, but one thing that will never change is Namjoon being your best friend.
When Namjoon notices how you’re more relaxed, he takes the opportunity to finally kiss you.
It’s like everything around you stops the moment your lips meet. You feel like you’ve floated into a completely different place. Namjoon hesitates with giving you more than a peck, so just as he’s about to pull away, you grab his nape letting them touch again.
The kiss is slow. The kiss is the start of something.
Finally, you pull away. Namjoon can’t stop smiling and your whole body has turned warm.
Now, while you’re watching the jellyfish, Namjoon is holding your hand. They seem to fit so perfectly and your mind hasn’t even processed everything that just happened. But one thing you know for sure, is that you’ve never been happier.
The rest of the day, you walk around, Namjoon telling you everything he knows about each species. But it’s different this time, because each time he gets excited you get the urge to kiss him again and do so.
Namjoon doesn’t stop glowing the whole time you’re there, neither do you.
After a few hours, you both decide to head home. Namjoon sits in the passenger seat while you hum out the song playing on the radio.
When you finally arrive in front of his place, you both pause and look at each other again.
“Do you… want to come in?” Namjoon offers, scratching his neck while asking. A gesture he does when he’s nervous.
“I’d love to.” You seem more calm than he does.
“Oh, okay!” Namjoon gets excited, hurrying himself out of the car while you begin to laugh. You’re so in love with him it has turned ridiculous.
You’ve been in Namjoon’s apartment plenty of times. You could find everything with your eyes closed if you tried. This time, it’s a bit different. The atmosphere is clouded with love, while Namjoon scrambles to make you both some tea.
He’s excited, yes, but nervous too. He’s not the only one, you’re just better at controlling it.
When the tea has been made, you both sit down on his couch. He’s turned a few lamps on, the exposure of light dimmed which creates an oddly romantic vibe. Everything is unplanned. You’re just both living in the moment, talking and chatting about anything that comes to mind, while you play with his hair.
Something starts to shift when Namjoon stops talking about space, and decides to kiss you instead. The kiss is different from the first one. This time you’re both aiming for the same goal. Namjoon still seems hesitant, careful with moving his body closer to yours — which causes you to lead.
You pull Namjoon down on top of you, holding onto his waist as you continue to glide your lips above his. He tastes of peppermint tea, a taste you don’t really seem to mind.
It’s going somewhere you’re both aware of. Normally you would’ve been scared in such a situation, thinking you’re moving too fast but you’ve both been waiting so long for this moment that it doesn’t exactly feel like that.
Namjoon’s lips move from yours down to your neck, biting you gently before replacing it with his wet tongue. He’s really good at this. Fuck.
For the first time you’re already slightly panting by a minor action. It’s more the thought of it being Namjoon doing this, that he’s the one you’re currently making out with on his couch and not some random person from tinder or someone you met at the club. No. This is your best friend. Your other half. The one who’s apparently been in love with you ever since the first day you got to know him.
“I’m loving the extra things I’m getting.” You joke, running your fingers through his long strands while Namjoon giggles against your skin.
“Yeah, good you’re not missing out anymore.” What a cocky bastard.
“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying Namjoon hovering above you a tad bit too much.
“Wait. Are we doing this?” Namjoon pauses, removing his face from your neck. He’s looking at you, raising his eyebrow in question.
You pull him by the belt. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” You confirm, unbuckling his belt while Namjoon chuckles at your lack of patience.
But he’s no better himself, because before you know it he’s working his hands on your zipper, failing miserably but somehow making it work and opening them.
In sync, you both touch each other, groaning by the feeling. Namjoon feels big under your palm and he notices how you’re already wet from just a little hot make out sesh on his couch.
“Shit—“ Namjoon curses, sliding his fingers up and down above the fabric while you’re cupping him.
“Yeah.”
The sensation grows with every touch, a desperation coming to the surface. You’re certain Namjoon is going to fuck you on this couch, but he has other plans.
“Bedroom. Now.” He says in between pants. Too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence because holy shit you’re touching him, at this very moment. This isn’t a silly wet dream, no. This is real life and it’s about to happen.
It looks silly how you both get up so fast, running towards Namjoon’s bedroom as if there’s hidden gold in there. Namjoon closes the door even though he lives alone and you’re already laying down on his bed, waiting for him to join you.
The bed slightly dips when he joins you, grabbing your waist so you’re able to feel every inch of him as he kisses you softly. Your hands shamelessly feel his chest and arms, a weakness of yours when it comes to Namjoon and his body.
You remember the first time you saw him after a while, his shoulders broader and more toned. You tried not to show him how your eyes raked all over his body, checking him out with zero shame. Thankfully, Namjoon was too excited to see you to notice and you’re grateful for that.
But now, you can touch him there. Feel the edges of his muscles without having to wonder what they feel like. Fuck. You were right. They feel like a dream.
Namjoon moans against your lips when your hand moves upwards beneath his shirt, his soft skin burning against yours. You knew he had abs, he’s mentioned once or twice he was doing an abs workout when you’ve called him during his workout hours but— he’s truly ripped. The prominent edges of his abs tense under your touch and your mind is immediately sent into a whirlwind.
You grab onto his waist, moving him to hover above you once more. Although this time, Namjoon presses down on you, giving you a glimpse of how hard he is. He’s barely grazed his covered cock on you, and you’re whining beneath him, pulling him closer to kiss him more roughly.
The sounds Namjoon makes are unreal. He’s groaning softly, but moaning with a raspy tone. It’s almost a bit embarrassing how wet you’ve become by simply dry humping a bit and being blessed by hearing Namjoon enjoying himself above you.
You both go back to groping and touching one another, this time beneath the fabric that stands in the way. Namjoon’s cock feels heavy in your hand, the skin soft and the tip wet. You gain the courage to squeeze his cock gently, causing Namjoon to gasp while he’s dragging out his fingers on your slit.
You tense when Namjoon’s thumb begins to circle on your clit. Namjoon grows a smile at your reaction, continuing as he drags two of his fingers inside of you with ease. He curls them when they’re fully inside, petting your g-spot and making you moan. You return the favor, stroking Namjoon’s cock and squeezing by the tip, circling your thumb over it.
Now the question is, who’s going to give in first?
Namjoon pulls himself upwards, his fingers still inside you, taking his free hand to remove his glasses and place them on the night table. With that, he also reaches for a condom in the drawer.
As he moves downwards, he reconnects his lips with yours. The kiss is wet, messy and hot. It only makes you more excited to finally have sex with Namjoon.
You’re both moaning, moving your bodies in sync, in search of friction but nothing will beat Namjoon being inside of you. The lack of patience starts to show for you when you pull his pants and boxers till mid thigh. His cock springs free, moving closer to your core. Namjoon pulls out his fingers, grabbing onto his cock and makes eye contact with you.
You nod to his silent question, resulting in Namjoon to pull your pants and underwear completely off. You expect for Namjoon to get on with it, but instead he moves closer, grinding down on your naked core. His cock slips in between your lips, letting you feel him fully.
“Shit—” You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels.
“Yeah, baby.” Namjoon says in agreement, mouth slack as he continues to move. If he continues, you’re certain you can come like this.
“Joonie, please.” You bite your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your lips. “Need you.” You mumble against his skin.
You have never in your life seen Namjoon hurry as much as he does right now. He almost falls down on you, too excited to put on a condom. Luckily, he manages quickly, the condom sliding down with ease.
With that, Namjoon circles his tip by your entrance, teasing you a bit. It causes you to move your hips, trying to aim for his cock but you fail. Namjoon bites back a smile, and carefully he starts to thrust, sliding with ease. The stretch feels incredible.
After a few shallow thrusts, Namjoon manages to settle. He takes a second to enjoy how you feel wrapped around him before beginning to move.
Holy fucking shit. Namjoon thrusts like a God. You’re already on edge, barely having him inside of you but you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm.
Namjoon picks up a fast pace, grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers, settling them above your head. He gasps against your lips, biting down on them whenever you clench around him.
“You feel like a fucking dream.” Namjoon pants, smiling down on you. Your skin grows hot by his compliment, nearing an end.
With a few more thrusts from Namjoon, your back arches, a highly pitched moan slipping as you come undone all over him. Not long after, Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of you, spilling into the condom with a groan.
You both lay in each other’s arms, skin sweaty and warm. Namjoon pulls out with ease, tossing the condom in a bin before moving back towards you. He lays in your arms and your hands move upwards to his hair. He hums in satisfaction, loving how your fingers feel scraping his scalp.
“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”
You pause, surprised he’s asking such a thing.
“Why are you asking this when you can’t even boil an egg?” Namjoon gasps in offense, while you start to laugh over how ridiculous he is.
“It was worth a try.” He says, giving a small peck to your neck.
Kim Namjoon will be the death of you.
© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]
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alr cici listen its nothing nsfw but i heard u like dark content n i just had to share this silly little thought with you lol
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGe1KnknY/
when i heard this remix i INSTANTLY thought abt one scenario -> it’s the middle of the war n prince!beomgyu finds out that his s/o (reader) was a spy the whole time..like just imagine a scene where they stand face to face, his sword inches from her face + both of them breathing heavily, the look of betrayal on his face cuz the love of his life did sum like that..
idk its silly
AURA OH GOD- brb time to write a drabble-
Love knows no bounds (a) (d)
Warning: Blood, Betrayal, Descriptive Death,
In the fight for his palace, Beomgyu, the only prince in line for the throne, lies bleeding in the grass, caught off guard while cutting through his enemies with his traditional blade, forged by bits of blade from his ancestors and various rare metals to signify his importance. The nasty gash across his chest up to his lip, eye, and brow bone, bleed excessively.
Tears well in his eyes not for the pain of the wounds that stained his body but for his home, his family, village, palace, and most importantly, his lover. You pleaded with him not to leave for battle, warned him of his death you swore a teller informed you about. If only he had listened, he would be able to hold you, his dear wife, with child and anxiously waiting for his arrival.
“Please.. Spare me..” Beomgyu shuddered to the knight adorned in full black, features covered, however, this being stayed quiet, looking down on the prince as low as dirt before dropping their sword. “I have-“ The prince started before coughing harshly, blood bubbling up his throat. “I have a wife. She’s with child, please spare me, allow my family to not live a life with one parent.” Beomgyu begged.
Tears fell as the knight crouched down to his level. Hand reaching for the prince's specially forged sword. “I know.” Said the knight, voice echoing within the helmet, yet still distinct. Beomgyu found it familiar and confusing, a female's voice. The prince went to question it before the knight ripped the helmet off.
No..
No!
He refuses to believe this betrayal. “Y-You..” You look him in the eye, his disbelief and horror paints a terrifying smile on your face. “I know, dear. I’ll be waiting for the news of your death.” You whisper as you raise his sword from the nasty ground. “You will die an honorable man, my king.” You continue while Beomgyu hyperventilates, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his bloody cheek. “How..” Is all he can get out, stunned, heartbroken, betrayed.
“I am not with child, my king. This was my assigned mission, I apologize.” You sigh and pull back, grabbing your helmet and putting it back on. “I loved you..” Beomgyu sobs, the heartbreak finally setting in. “You betrayed me.. You betrayed our palace.” Beomgyu’s hand reaches for you, as if to take you with him to the afterlife. “I love you, Beomgyu, I’ve always loved you, but it is not my choice how this goes.” You frown, you tried to warn him, you tried so hard to keep him away from battle and prevent this, but unfortunately, your king was too headstrong to listen.
“I’m sorry, my king.” You finish before pushing the specially forged blade through your husband's chest, the feeling of his heart piercing doesn’t miss you, and only hurts you more. “I love you.” You said as his eyes went blank, staring you in the face, looking for your eyes behind the helmet. The disgust, sadness, betrayal, and love lasted in his eyes even after the let go of the sword that stuck out his chest. You truly do love him, it was not supposed to end up this way, you were not allowed to love him, but love knows no bounds.
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Wally, Darling ♥
That's how you know
Wally Darling x F! Architect! Reader
[This is the best I could think of, I’m sorry T-T.
Wally’s proposal to MC after almost a year of dating. Warning, I switch to the MC and to Wally's POV a lot in this do I hope you don't mind. Plus it's long. ]
He’d been fiddling with the navy blue box for days now, and every time his fingers even grazed against it, it sent a flurry of excitement, nervousness, and fear in his heart that he never knew of until today. Always having to bear with hiding it somewhere she won’t see it because of the emotions that wracked through him at the thought of the proposal alone.
He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, hell, he couldn’t even draw or paint without the feeling of dread filling his stomach that no amount of existential dread could ever think of giving him.
It was worrying how this frightened him more than when he first stumbled upon the rift between their reality and the other side, but then again, he’d never have to risk losing the rift if he asks it to marry him, which would be a silly thing to do in the first place. But if he makes the wrong move, if he makes the wrong move, then he’d have to bear with losing one of the most important people in his life.
He clutched the box in his hand, letting out an exhausted sigh at the frustrating thoughts that ran rampant around his head as he presses that box against his unsteady heart, his back pressing against the harsh wood of the tree trunk he was currently sitting against. His sketchpad opened in an empty page he’d been fiddling around with for the past twenty minutes out of nervousness, unable to properly picture out a figure to draw because of the fear that muddled his brain. Usually painting helped him clear his mind, but because he was so stressed, he couldn’t think of anything to paint. It was the most frustrating thing he’s experienced in his life.
“Wally!” Julie’s excited screech makes him jump, the box stumbling out of his tight hold and he’d fumbled to catch it back in his hands, the box not going unnoticed by the blonde.
“You still haven’t asked her?” Her voice was dulled down to a harsh whisper, her hands gripping at the strands of hair on the sides of her face as she looked at her friend in a panic. “It’s been a week!”
Wally tucked the blue box somewhere inside his blue cardigan, pressing a hand against his still heavily beating heart to hopefully try and calm it down.
“I’m trying to find the perfect opportunity,” He replied, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt. “It’s just… I don’t think she deserves a simple proposal. I want to make it special… but all the things I think of are too dull, or boring, or not enough…”
He itched to tug at his hair, but seeing that he put so much work into it earlier today with (Y/n) helping him in brushing it into its usual style, he settled on pulling the grass beneath them instead, the nervousness building up into that imperfection frustration he’s always seemed to have. Although he’s never seen it aimed at any other subject other than his paintings and art.
“Wally,” Julie’s voice was reprimanding, slightly upset, but there was a familiar softness tinged at the way she spoke his name that he could tell that it was bordering on pity. “I’m not telling you how to propose, and you should do it how you want to do it, but I’m sure that (Y/n) will love whatever you come up with!”
And yet here he was, still unable to think of a proper way to pop the question. His hands tucked underneath his cardigan to feel for the box that pressed against his chest, wondering if he would ever work up the courage to finally ask.
He had thought about the question so many times, so much so that he basically had it imprinted in his brain. But still, that important question didn’t come alone when it came to plaguing his brain.
The 'will you marry me?' was always being followed by the what ifs that echoed in the back of his brain. 'what if she says no?', 'what if she's not actually ready?', 'what if she leaves and doesn't come back?'. Stupid question, he knew that much. After all, they’ve already talked about this once or twice recently—The topic always being brought up everytime by either one of the neighbors or their families whenever they called, and they’ve both always come to the same conclusion. They are ready. None of them knew just when it was going to happen. Or if it was even going to happen.
And so here he was.
But despite that, no matter how many times he’s thought back to the times they’ve talked, the times where he’s heard her affirmations of the idea, it always brought that sense of doubt, dread, and especially fear in his stomach.
And all those questions, he's realized, were all coming from the same fear. The fear of possibly losing her. Losing the one thing that's kept him grounded all his life would drag him into a deeper void he knows he wouldn't be able to climb out of, bury him in his sorrows and dig its way into his darkest urges. Not that he thinks he has any.
The sound of Julie's sigh brings him back to their reality, and he realizes he's been fiddling with the wedding band in between his fingers, the box long forgotten on the grass. He carefully puts it back in its place, cradling the thing as if it were a small child.
“Well, I can’t force ya to do it now,” she shrugged. “But I think the perfect way to propose to someone is to just do it how you want to do it. No thinking of wanting things to be too perfect, or too special— because I’m sure it already is,” she places her hand on Wally’s shoulder, and he looks up at her, taking her words into consideration.
He searched for the box in the pocket of his cardigan, eyes looking down at the grass as he clutched it in his palm.
In a way, Julie was right.
Seeing the newfound determination set in his eyes, Julie grinned, an idea already forming in her head.
“If you’re thinking of doing it today, I think Sally would love to assist you with her play tonight.”
She was helping Howdy in organizing some of the new wares he has for his store— a 'thank you' for the bags of apples he had given her yesterday that she had made into delicious caramel apples and caramel apple cookies that Wally was more than delighted to eat up, while the rest were given away to the neighborhood because she knows that Wally would get a stomach ache if he ate all those sweets. And he would've, had she not managed to try and pry him away from all the apple flavored sweets she had made that day.
"How time surely does fly, doesn't it?" Howdy brings her out of her train of thought as he comes walking back inside his store with a sack full of pears thrown over his shoulder, carefully setting it down beside one of the stalls as he pats four of his hands together. "I can't believe it's already been a year and a half since you moved here!"
Oh, wow. Has time really moved that fast?
"Even I'm a bit surprised at the news, Howdy." She places a hand on her forehead, brows raised as she goes to count the months for confirmation. And, lo and behold, it has been a year and a half! "Gee, that long huh?"
"It must feel like yesterday when Wally first asked you out, if you’re that surprised!" Howdy teased, grinning from ear to ear as he carefully stacks the pears in a neat pile on one of the boxes outside, and she goes to help him with the rest.
"It does, if I'm being honest," she chuckled. "I still can't believe it. That would mean that it's also been 11 months since our first date!" She brushes her thumb against the surface of the pear, getting lost in thought as she stares at its shiny surface. "Almost a year now, huh."
She wondered…
"You stare at that pear any longer then I might just tell Wally to marry you then and there!" Howdy joked, and it brought a warmth to her cheeks as she goes to swat his hand away that threatened to ruffle her hair. "You two have a knack for staring at fruit."
"I just zoned out," she rolled her eyes playfully at the caterpillar, who snickered as she finally placed the pear where it should be. "But anyways, is there anything left to arrange?" She pushes herself up to her feet, careful as to not put her weight on the box of pears in fear that it would tumble over and ruin her and Howdy's good work.
"Afraid not! That's all I have left for the day." Howdy wipes his hands on a towel, grinning as he eyes the organization they've done for the bodega. "I say, you do have an eye for arrangement! The bodega hasn't looked this organized in years!"
She gave him a playful wink, "Well, it's kind of my job to organize and design, so…" she crossed her arms over her chest. "But honestly, I've never organized a shop before." The laugh that escaped her was light, and Howdy gave her a pat on the back.
"Well you did a great job! The neighborhood is lucky to have you here!." He gave a wink and a gentle nudge, and she couldn't help but feel warm and giddy at the compliment, muttering a small goodbye and a wave to Howdy as he entered the shop once again and she went to leave to find Sally. Hopefully, she could help out with the stage the star was fussing to her about, only to bump into an overly excited Julie who tugged her into her home instead.
"Julie!" She gasped in shock, dizzied by the excitement of the blonde. “What’s going on?”
“I have a new makeup kit!” Julie practically screamed in excitement, and Frank (has he always been there?) shakes his head with a small sigh, grabbing (Y/n) by the shoulders and then nudging her to the sofa. “Oh! And Frank wants to talk to you about a beautiful arch with flowers and vines that’ll surely attract a lot of butterflies!”
“Really?” She arched a brow. The idea didn’t sound too bad, but then… “Where will you put it?”
“Oh that doesn’t matter right now!” Frank waves his hand dismissively, holding out a book in his hands. They were filled with colorful flowers, most of which were unfamiliar to her, but they all looked very pretty and vibrant. “There are plenty of beautiful flowers to put into the arch, but I can’t decide which ones!”
“Firstly, we need to know how big the arch is going to be,” she tilted her head to the side, her hands already itching for a pencil and paper so she could draft the ideas she was already thinking of. There were so many possibilities!
She turned to Frank at the question, awaiting his answer.
“Hm, I suppose something a little over my height. It should also fit about two people in the middle.”
“Oh! Is this a surprise for Eddie?” The grin on her lips were from ear to ear, and the thought made Frank’s cheeks darken while Julie simply snickered at her obliviousness.
“It could be,” Frank scoffed, trying to wave his flustered demeanor away from all the attention she was currently giving it, “Back to the arch.”
She had to struggle to look back at the book that Frank was telling her all about, all while Julie happily put makeup on her, the blonde oftentimes butting in their conversation to give ideas of her own. Which gave both (Y/n)’s brain and neck a break from all the strain at going back and forth with these two.
And after what felt like a whole day of having to design this beautiful garden arch she didn’t even know what Frank was going to use for, Julie finally finished, ending with an excited squeal as she handed over a round mirror for (Y/n) to hold.
(Y/n) fathomed at the face that looked back at her in the mirror, unable to help the grin that tugged at her lips as she stared at the wonderful work Julie had done.
“I look amazing!”
“Of course you do, girl!” Julie grinned, giving her a wink as she pointed at her with finger guns, before remembering something with an excited gasp, eyes basically filling with stars as she grinned. “Oh! I also have the perfect dress for you to wear!”
(Y/n) doesn't even get to protest as Julie drags her up the stairs and into her room, the doorbell echoing just behind them as Julie basically shoves her into her wardrobe.
“Frank can go get the door, for now though…” Julie grins, eyes basically sparkling with both mischief and excitement as she wracks through her own wardrobe. “We have to get you all dolled up for tonight!”
She would’ve laughed at the unintentional joke if she wasn’t so confused as to why Julie was suddenly making her do this.
Apparently, all that makeover was for Sally’s play tonight. And Julie wanted her to look her best for some reason. However, she wasn’t one to turn down a free makeover, and she was sure Wally would love to see her in a new getup than she was normally in. It had been a while since she’d dressed and prepared like this.
Julie pushes her towards the front row seats, a light laugh escaping her lips as the blonde seemed to drag her all the way over there with an unmistakable skip in her steps.
“Come on! Before it starts!”
She didn’t even know why Julie was rushing. It wasn’t like anyone was going to steal any of the seats! There are only 8 residents (not counting her) in Home! And it seemed that most of them were already on their seats— just behind the ones Julie was dragging her to.
Weird.
And where’s Wally? He wasn’t usually one to skip Sally’s plays…
“Oh! It’s starting!” Julie’s playful smack on her arm brings her attention back to the stage, the dimming of the stage lights rendering their surroundings in darkness until a spotlight shines on the usual star of the show. Sally Starlet.
Usually, when Sally does a play, she enters the stage with her costume already worn on her person, this time however, she was wearing her usual clothes, her hands clutching a microphone which she so happily grins upon as she scans the neighborhood, eyes ultimately landing on her.
“Welcome, everyone!” Sally greets, “A lot of you have come here to see the finale of the romantic play I’ve written— and you will! I promise you that!” (Y/n) couldn’t help but snicker at the star’s usual showmanship, eyes following her as the sun seemed to pace from one end of the stage to the other as she spoke, hands moving with every rise of her tone. “But tonight, I want to use this chance to help our dear friend in making this night very special for both of them, as some of you may already know.” The star gave a wink to one of the people in the crowd and (Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh as Julie gave an excited scream. Other than that though, she was also more than intrigued at where this was going.
“And so! I am giving up the stage for the night to our neighborhood’s absolute most! Wally Darling!”
Her breath hitched as her brows raised in surprise, watching as the red curtains unveiled to reveal her darling clutching a different microphone in his hand. She was a few feet away from the stage, but she didn’t need to be within 2 feet of Wally to notice just how nervous he looked as he stood in the middle of the spotlights, watching him tug at the collar of his suit as he clears his throat on the mic.
“Hello…” he starts, and when his eyes meet hers, she gave a small and reassuring smile. She didn’t know why he was up there, or what his plan was, but the smile she gave him seemed more than enough to wipe all the nervousness from his face away as his hunched shoulders slightly squared as he fixed his posture, hearing him let out a breath to let the nervousness out of his body as he continued. “So… I’m not the best when it comes to expressing myself… but, tonight is very special, so I’ll try my absolute best.”
His eyes meet hers once again, and her heart jumped.
Special? Was it their anniversary?
No… it couldn’t be, she had that marked next next week! She was already planning on taking Wally out to a date at a nearby observatorium!
“(Y/n),” the sound of her name echoing through the speakers makes her turn her attention back to Wally. “Do you remember what you said to me the first time we met?”
She gave a slow nod.
“You offered to help me fix a hinge I accidentally broke,” He chuckled. “After that, I was sure Home already liked you more than they liked me.”
A cacophony of silent chuckles comes from behind her, and she couldn’t help but join in.
“Then that night, we had a sleepover because it rained, and you couldn’t go home.”
She snickered, looking up at Wally with a brow arched, her hand moving in a rolling motion as if telling him to go on, and he huffed.
“... and also because Home locked you in.”
“And ever since then we’ve been by each other’s side until tonight,” He continued, and she could feel someone nudging her shoulder. When she turned around to see the culprit, she saw Poppy, waving at her and ushering her to go up the stage, her brows rising in surprise as she points at the stage behind her, and the bird nods her head in response.
She turned back to face Wally, who seemed to be looking at her expectantly, and that was enough to get her to stand, slowly walking over to the side and then up the stage where she could properly be by his side, his attention fully turned towards her as he takes her hand into his own and giving it a gentle squeeze.
“(Y/n),” she looked at him expectantly, unable to hide the worry in her eyes as he looks up at her, more nervous than she’d ever seen him be. “We have a lot in common, a lot more than what others know about.”
She knows what he was referring to. What he could see, what she could feel, what the other side of the line could offer them.
“We love art, though we both practice two different kinds of it. We love sitting quietly near the fireplace, eating or sketching, because it’s one of the most calming experiences a person could have. And we love doing a lot of things together.” He paused, scratching the back of his neck as a light pink dusted his cheeks. “And there are a lot more things we could love to do together.”
“And we also have our differences,” He cups her cheek, and she could already feel the tears swelling in her eyes at the way he just lovingly looks up at her, her heart pounding so much against her chest that she could feel it as if it were about to explode. “I love all of you, each and every part, but I’m afraid there’s one difference we have that’s bothered me for quite some time now.”
Her brows creased together, worry evident in her eyes as she looked at him in confusion.
“Your last name,”
He dropped down on one knee, and she could feel the world around her as if it were spinning and her knees threatened to buckle under her.
“But I intend on changing that soon,” He shyly looks away as he holds out the blue box towards him, the golden band shining underneath the spotlight. “If you’ll have me.”
“Of course I will!” She would’ve screamed louder than she already did if she could, jumping into Wally’s arms and sending them both tumbling down the stage as she peppers his face with kisses, a harmonious cheer echoing from past the stage as she pulls away from her bo— fiance, pulling him up off the floor as they giggled under their breaths.
Wally takes her hand in his own, giving her knuckles a gentle kiss before slowly sliding the golden ring on her finger, another sob escaping (Y/n) as she just stares at it in disbelief.
“My future Mrs. Darling,” Wally’s confirmation only made the news all the more exciting, her heart jumping in joy at the thought. “I like that a lot.”
“Me too,” Her voice almost cracked as she spoke, a hand coming up to wipe at her cheeks. Wally reached up to hold her head in between his hands, and she leaned into his touch as he smiled.
Could life get any better?
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serenity
pairing: pope heyward x reader
word count: 1.7k
summary: your first anniversary with pope.
warning(s): none! just fluff <3
pope heyward masterlist
© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way
365 days. One full year of being able to call Pope truly yours. The days seemed to go by in a flash, each memory together replaying in your head with a rose colored tint. It had been so easy, you thought. Sure, there were a handful of silly arguments and temporary goodbyes that made your heart clench at the thought. But choosing to entrust him with the key to your heart, and never letting go of the key to his, that part was easy.
“Y/n.” Pope cooed in a soft voice, nudging your half-sleeping body. “Wake up.”
You took a deep breath in, not wanting to stop drowsily reminiscing about the man beside you. “Happy anniversary, my love.” He mumbled with a soft kiss to your forehead.
Purely to mess with him for interrupting your dreamy state, you stared at him blankly, feigning forgetfulness of the important date. Pope’s smile faltered at your expression.
“You didn’t forget, did you?”
Your laugh echoed through the acoustics of the room, putting him at ease. “Of course not! I was just messing with you.” He smiled at the feel of your arms around his torso and your lips peppering his jaw. “Happy anniversary to you, too.”
“I have something for you.” You mumbled into his neck, before reaching for your nightstand drawer to retrieve it.
“I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, my love. Just being with you today is more than enough.”
“Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t help myself, you know how impulsive I can be.”
“Indeed I do.” He teased, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. “Or maybe you just need to stop spending so much time with JJ, I think you’re picking up on his bad habits.”
You gasped, harmlessly brushing his arm away. “Actually, JJ had great advice on my gift for you. You’ll be thanking us both once you open it.”
“Tonight I will.” Pope grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers, helping you out of bed. “But for right now, I have a surprise waiting for you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “A surprise? Is it a good one?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course I do. But you know I’m not the fondest of surprises.” You reminded him. “Please don’t tell me I have to wear a blindfold.”
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, hoping to bring up your enthusiasm. “For the time being, you don’t. Come on, I think you’ll like it.”
Pope led you by the arm down the hall and to your kitchen, stepping out of the way so you could get a view of your dining table, decorated more than usual for the occasion. “Ta-da!” He cheered, pulling your chair out for you like he always did. A simple but sweet gesture that was never overlooked in your time together.
“You made all this?” You marveled, eyes darting from dish to dish, an array of all your favorite breakfast foods resting on the table. Pope wasn’t exactly known to be a chef, but his hidden talents never failed to amaze you.
“Of course I did. You deserve it. My mom might’ve taught me a few things.”
At the revelation you both chuckled, understanding why everything looked so appealing. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting in the time and effort into making something special for you.
Pope may have been grinning on the outside— after all, if you were happy, so was he— but he couldn’t deny the panic he was feeling.
Just yesterday when he went to the local florist to pick up your favorite flowers, they were completely out. He cursed himself for not planning this better ahead of time, but was determined to figure something out.
« “Fuck.” Pope sighed, entering the Chateau and slamming the door shut behind him.
“What’s wrong dude?” JJ questioned.
“Well, my anniversary is tomorrow. And the florist is sold out of sunflowers.”
“I could’ve told you that.” John B chimed in, opening his can of soda as he entered the room. “They’re all at Tannyhill for Sarah’s birthday party.”
“Not surprised.” JJ muttered. “Can’t you get some other flowers for Y/n?”
“Absolutely not.” Pope rejected. “It’s sunflowers or no flowers.”
JJ scoffed. “Girls love all flowers. Are you sure she wouldn’t be fine with some roses or something? Y/n would appreciate it either way.”
“True.” Pope acknowledged. “But it’s our anniversary. I want it to be special, and what is special about saying: ‘Hey, I know we’ve been together for a year but I can’t be bothered to notice what your favorite flower is’. I have to try.”
“You know, I think my cousin still works at some type of garden store. Maybe they have ‘em there.” JJ offered. “You said sunflowers right?” »
In the midst of your breakfast, Pope’s phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know he was receiving a call. He ignored it, too entranced with the beauty sitting in front of him that he couldn’t be bothered to let anything or anyone distract him from this moment.
But then his phone rang again, and then eventually for a third time. “You can answer it, hun, I don’t mind.” You told him. “Clearly someone’s trying to reach you.”
“I’m sorry, beautiful. I won’t be long.” He excused, reaching over to kiss your cheek before rushing to another room once he read JJ’s contact name.
“Did you find them?” Pope spoke lowly, just loud enough for only JJ to hear on the other line.
“Good morning to you too, man. Geez.”
“Well, did you? I’m in the middle of breakfast with Y/n.”
“Nah. The Cameron’s must’ve hit up my cousin’s shop too because she’s all out. Damn kooks.”
Pope sighed, letting his head fall back against the closed door at the words he dreaded hearing.
“But listen, I have a backup plan.” Somehow that doesn’t reassure me, Pope thought. “She says there’s this flower shop on the mainland that should have them. It’s not too far away.”
“Can you go get them?”
“Nah, I gotta go to work pretty soon. But the next ferry leaves in 30. You could leave now, get them yourself, and still be back in time for the sunset or whatever.”
“Alright. I guess I’ll have to. Thanks anyway.” Pope sighed, hanging up the phone and plastering on a smile before joining you again.
“Everything okay?” You asked, as your love did not sit down to resume eating with you.
“I need to run an errand fast.” He explained with urgency. “I know we were gonna spend the day together but I promise I will make it up to you, okay?”
“Okay..?” You replied, unintentional skepticism surely lacing your voice. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks for breakfast!”
“No problem. I love you.” Pope assured, giving you a quick peck before heading out the door.
“I love you, too!” You called out after him.
You weren’t sure why Pope left in such a hurry, on your first anniversary no less, but knowing him, it had to be for a good reason.
If only he didn’t go to so much trouble for some sunflowers. Hours had passed by before he returned. At around 7, he texted you and told you to wait a few more minutes before he picked you up.
You all but ran through your house and out the front door at the familiar hum of his truck pulling up. “Hi, again.” Pope greeted you, cupping your face and kissing you.
“What took you so long? I missed you.” You mumbled, pulling away from him.
“Long story.” Pope briefly explained before fishing through a bag for a blindfold. “May I?”
“Are you sure I can’t just close my eyes?”
“I know you’ll peek.”
“Whatever.” You huffed, snatching the blindfold and putting it on yourself. “Just drive, lover boy.”
After what felt like forever of sitting in the dark, jolting occasionally when the road became uneven, you felt the truck come to a stop. “Are we there?”
“We’re here, sweetheart.” Pope confirmed. “I’ll help you out.”
As promised, Pope came around to your side of the truck and helped you out, though your movements were slow with precaution.
“Woah.” You gasped, feeling the not so solid ground beneath you. “Is that sand?”
Pope chuckled as you kicked some up with your shoe, clearly trying to find out for yourself to be sure. “Yes. We’re at the beach, hun.”
“Okay.” You spoke wearily, squeezing the life out of your boyfriend’s hand as you made your steps carefully. “You better not let me walk into the ocean, Pope. Is this how you get rid of all your girlfriends after 1 year?”
“Nope. Just you.” He quipped, pinching your side as he held onto you. “Alright, you can take the blindfold off.”
You did as told, careful of your hair as you removed it gently. The sight before you drew a gasp from your lips, a spread out picnic blanket with an abundance of sunflowers decorating the space. “Pope! This is so cute!”
“Only the cutest for you.” He returned, helping you sit down. “I was gone for the day trying to find you some sunflowers. Everyone was sold out and I had to go to like a hundred places. But it’s worth it.”
“You really didn’t have to go to so much trouble, y’know.”
“Don’t worry. I’d go to a hundred more stores if I had to. I’d go to Mars for you.” Pope smiled, throwing his arm around your shoulders and letting you hide your face into his chest. Even after one year, his effect on you never wavered. You would always feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on Pope Heyward.
The sound of the waves crashing against the shore completed the serene aura on the beach, the stars beginning to make their appearance in the dusky sky.
“This is all so beautiful. Thank you for today.”
“Thank you for every day.”
“Damn, do you really have to try and outdo me with your cute ass responses?”
“We’ve lasted this long, if I didn’t know any better I’d start to think you love it.”
Your smile beamed as you kissed him, eyes twinkling once you opened then again, always a definite result of the love in front of you. “I guess you’re right about something.”
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What about now
Tommy Shelby x reader (one shot)
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Lots of fluff! And love ♥️
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Taking a look at the clock, he knew it would be bed time for their children, so he left the things he was working on and walked out of his office.
“Good night Frances.”
“Mr. Shelby I was going to offer you some coffee.”
“It’s alright, you can go have a rest now, I’m saying good night to the kids.”
“Tomorrow it’s a big day.” She grinned.
Sighing deeply, he grabbed the handrail. “It is Frances, you’ve everything set right?”
Frances nodded, she had been really helpful this time around, it was so hard to keep anything from Y/N, but they managed to do it. “The suit is ready Mr. Shelby, in the guest room as you asked.”
“And Y/N?”
“She still thinks you’re going to the Gala.”
Tommy nodded. He hadn’t been this nervous for ages, but at the same time this was the calmer he had ever been in his whole life.
“It’s just me, you don’t have to pretend you’re sleeping.” He chuckled as he caught Charlie and Ruby forcing their eyes shut, looking through their lashes, their eyelids trembling. “Oh, so you’re truly asleep, huh?” They refused to sleep in separate beds, let alone separate rooms. So, one day he just helped them put both beds next to the other one. “How about some tickles to wake you both up, ey?”
Ruby laughed uncontrollably, while Charlie’s giggles made his heart jump. Tommy loved that sound coming out of them.
“How did you know we were awake daddy?”
“Oh, that’s because I’m a gypsy and I can see through the doors.” He opened his eyes dramatically.
“Am I a gypsy too?” Ruby asked holding a soft doll under her chin.
“Course you are, silly.” Charlie replied.
Tommy pointed a finger at his son. “Hey, we don’t talk to our sisters that way.”
“I’m sorry Ruby.” He apologized immediately.
“It’s alright Charlie, I know I’m not silly, I’m smarty like mama.” She admitted proud of herself.
Tommy looked at her offended. “Hey, what about me?”
“You’re smart too daddy, but you don’t know how to tell night stories to sleep like mama does.”
“One day I’m going to tell you the story of a time when I went alone in a caravan and fought a big bear and a lion all by myself.”
“A lion?!” Her eyes were looking at him with adoration.
“And what happened?” Charlie asked, looking at his father in admiration.
“Your mama saved me.” He winked at them. “Now goodnight you two, we have a big party tomorrow.”
“But Mum said we can’t go.” Charlie complained.
“Of course, you two are the most important guests in that event.”
“Are you going to kiss mama to convince her?” Tommy saw his daughter rubbing on her eyes while she let a small yawn out.
One day when she almost caught them making out in his office he had to tell Ruby he was just kissing mama to convince her to take them to the park. Thankfully they were fully dressed, Y/N sitting on his lap as she was coming down from her high. Ruby was outside his office, she didn’t see anything, he was cautious enough to lock the door, but still she questioned why it was locked. He asked his daughter to look for Frances to prepare her favorite dessert and then he heard her steps fading away. Since then, they referred to their intimacy as that ‘he would be kissing Y/N to convince her of whatever they were talking about’.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Y/N watched Tommy stepping out of their children’s bedroom and he was heading downstairs.
Tommy stopped as he set one foot on the first step, he turned half his body to her.
“I thought we had an agreement, once you leave the office, you don’t go back.”
He didn’t remember such thing, but he knew better not to point that out.
“I think we still have some time before they come and crash our party.” She pointed biting her lower lip. And to be honest, he was weak, when it came to Y/N he didn’t have self-control.
“Yeah, I have to convince you -Ruby’s words- of letting them come to the Gala.”
“But-” Y/N began to say, but Tommy placed his index finger gently on her lips, then his mouth replaced his finger.
“Can you put a little resistance this time? Cos you get distracted so easily.” He murmured against the skin of her neck.
“What do you want me to say? ‘Yes Mr. Shelby, you can bring the kids to the Gala.’?”
“Okay, I’ll let them know in the morning.” She completely fell into his trap.
“That’s not fair, you cheated.” She shoved him playfully in the arm as he walked her to their bed.
“Can’t believe you still fall for that old trick.” He chuckled.
He always did that, Tommy made Y/N tell him out loud exactly what he wanted then he ‘didn’t have another choice but agree to what she just said’ so she basically just gave Tommy free pass to do what he wanted.
***
Tommy heard the door of his room being open. In the past, he would’ve taken out his gun from under his pillow… not anymore. He felt the sheets being pulled, so he let it loose a little.
“They’re asleep.” Ruby told Charlie in a failed attempt of whisper.
Then a warm little finger pulled one of his eyelids up. He pretended to be sleeping, her little face studying his eyes for any sign that he could be awake, until a few seconds later, Tommy took her by surprise and tickled her ribs, Ruby screamed and laughed loud at the same time.
Tommy looked at his children, the day he decided to get a bigger bed was one of the best decisions he had ever made. They ended up sleeping together most of the nights anyways.
Looking at his left, he found Y/N looking at him while caressing Charlie’s hair, he smiled at the sight in front of his eyes. ‘I love you’ she mouthed at him. Ruby sighed against his chest. ‘I love you too’ he mouthed back at her.
No, Y/N was the best decision he had ever made. Taking a chance to talk to her at the fair when he saw her for the first time seven years ago and changed his life forever. They were together for a year when Y/N learned she was pregnant, with the craziness of the Derby and the exportation license granted by Mr. Churchill and the usual chaos in the family, they found themselves moving to Arrow House right after Charlie was born, a couple of months later, they were blessed again with a new pregnancy, this time it was Ruby’s turn to be part of the Shelby family. In the process, they never got married.
Now with their -unofficial- anniversary the following day, he had the perfect excuse to ask Y/N to finally marry him.
Her hand squeezed his arm in a gently touch, bringing him out of his daydream. She had no idea of what he was about to do, and he had to fight the urge to give her the ring right there.
When Y/N blew him a kiss, he winked at her, wishing each other goodnight.
Sometimes it was hard to deal with all the things he had to do, but in the end of the day, all he wanted to do was arrive home and see his family. Leaving outside everything else, inside those walls, he wasn’t a gangster anymore, he was just a man who loved his family to death, he would do anything for them.
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Waking up before his kids, Tommy went to the kitchen to ask the maids to make breakfast for his family, then walking upstairs again, without waking them up he stayed for a few seconds staring at them, his favorite trio curled up in bed together. Life was good, he had more than he ever imagined or what he thought he deserved.
Charlie opened his eyes and looked at him, Tommy made him a sign to keep quiet and go back to sleep while he took a shower.
Hurrying up worried they would wake up, he made his way downstairs again and lighting a cigarette, he balanced the tray in his hands.
Before he opened the door, he could hear them whispering and giggling, his heart was full. Cyril walked in next to him.
“Don’t leave me out of the plans of the Revolution, eh.”
“Tommy, what’s all of this?” Y/N asked, straightening against the headboard.
“What’s a Revolution dad?” Charlie demanded.
Looking at Y/N, Tommy scratched behind his head. “It’s hmm when the people go against the government son.”
“Are you going against the gobinet, daddy?”
Tommy chuckled. “No, I was only joking.” He placed the tray on Y/N’s legs.
“I was telling them about the day we met.” Y/N smiled at him.
“You took mama for a ride with Storm, dad?” Charlie’s face light up, thinking of his horse.
Tommy took one mug in his hand, covering the top.
“No, it was another horse, she was beautiful.” He admitted to distract her for a little bit, Charlie helped him move the tray away from her. The kids knew he had a surprise for their mama, but he didn’t say what it was, in case they accidentally ruined it.
“Who? Me or the horse?” Y/N joked grinning at Tommy. But then she frowned when she didn’t see coffee inside her cup.
Instead, she found a red box.
Tommy took the box from inside the cup and cleared his throat. “Y/N, when I saw you seven, well, today eight years ago at the fair, I knew I wanted you in my life forever. You’ve been with me through everything, the good, the bad and the worst, and you haven’t complained once, you’ve given me the greatest gift a man could have; a family, a place to call home. But we never got the chance to do one thing…” Opening the box, he got down on one knee next to her. “Will you share with me this life for as long as we get with our beautiful children until we take our last breath? Will you marry me?”
Charlie and Ruby cheered for them, they started jumping on the bed -something forbidden by their mum, but now she was busy with tears in her eyes-.
“You’re supposed to say yes or something.” Tommy joked nervously when he didn’t get an answer.
“Mummy say yes!” Ruby demanded.
Time was running so slowly.
“Yes, of course, yes!” Y/N managed to say between the sobs and tears.
Taking the ring from the box, Tommy asked for her hand to place the delicate aquamarine cocktail ring held by a gold band in her finger, two diamonds guarding the main gem. Emotions running through her, it took her a few seconds to get up from the bed to hug Tommy tight against her body. Kissing him deeply, her happiness was palpable.
“Tommy I’d marry you in this life and any other.” She almost knocked her soon-husband-to-be.
“Now you two, help your old man up.” He joked pointed at Charlie and Ruby.
Charlie grinned. “Dad you’re not old.”
“But he’s got grey hai-” Y/N covered Ruby’s mouth with her hand.
“I heard that.” Tommy straightened his clothes. “Go to your room, Frances will help you get ready.”
“When did you get this? It’s perfect.” Y/N showered his face with kisses.
“My last London trip. Do you like it?” He kissed her again. It was her favorite stone.
“You always think of everything.” Caressing his cheek, she could hear the children talking to Frances. “How did you know my size?”
Tommy chuckled. “Oh! Thanks to my gypsies’ roots, I stole one of your rings, the one with the Ruby I gave you after she was born, and asked them to match the size, then I put it back into your jewelry box.” He admitted proudly.
“But you told me I threw it out of window when I got drunk.”
“And you actually believed that?” Tommy arched his eyebrow. “You should’ve known me better than that, Y/N.”
“So, you didn’t go out to look for it outside?” She asked in disbelief. He had told her that he found it a week later.
Tommy tilted his head and a smirk appeared in his lips.
“Oh, of course you didn’t.” Her brain was thinking hard. “So when you to-”
“No, you didn’t do that either. Now keep moving, I have a surprise for you.” Balancing the cigarette between his lips, he covered her eyes.
“How am I supposed to trust you when you just told me you stole my ring?”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Guess you don’t have a lot of choices now, do you?” Stopping at the top of the stairs, he saw Charlie and Ruby smiling at them.
“Mama come!” Charlie beamed. They were both holding a piece of paper each.
“What are you doing?” Y/N whispered to the man who had given her the greatest joys of her life.
“Daddy wrote it, but I drew the flowers.” Ruby explained presenting her paper, it wasn’t a regular sheet, it had fancy calligraphy.
“And I helped with the poem.” Charlie announced handing his Mum a bouquet of flowers.
Holding it between trembling fingers, Y/N read:
To give you the best of myself
I promise to give you the best of myself and to ask of you no more than you can give.
I promise to accept you the way you are. I fell in love with you for the qualities, abilities, and outlook on life that you have, and won’t try reshape you in a different image.
I promise to respect you as a person with your own interests, desires and needs, and to realize that those are sometimes different, but no less important than my own.
I promise to keep myself open to you, to let you see through the window of my personal world into my innermost fears and feelings, secrets and dreams.
I promise to grow along with you, to be willing to face change as we both change in order to keep our relationship alive and exciting.
And finally, I promise to love you in good times and in bad, with all I have to give and all I feel inside in the only way I know how… completely and forever.
She remembered some of those words, It was what he told her when they started dating, adapting them now to the years and battles they faced together. Emotions were running through her uncontrollably, the tears making it hard to keep reading.
“You’re missing the other one Mummy.” Charlie pointed out. Tommy placed a hand on each children.
Look around us, look at what we’ve got and I’m not talking about the material things, look at our children, take a good look of the road we have walked together, it hasn’t been easy, it never will… but one thing has been consistent all this time; you and me.
Sometimes it was the races, other times it was the baby, then the feeding or the crying, or an argument, another business, later it was another baby on the way, or my work… but something has always been on the way.
What about now?
That’s why I’m asking you to marry me tonight.
6 o’clock. Our garden.
Ps. I have everything ready.
“Tonight?!” She was scandalized by his proposal.
“You can’t control everything around you.” Tommy chuckled.
Tommy then handed Y/N a small envelope.
Opening the wax seal, she found the invitation to her own wedding. That was a lot of information to take in, so many things happening at the same time.
“Look who’s saying that?” Y/N pointed out. “But the guests…”
“Absolutely everything is set, you just have to go and get ready and come back to be my wife.” Tommy pressed his lips gently on Y/N’s.
“And the food?”
Tommy groaned. Cupping her face in his hands, he arched his eyebrows. “Everything is ready. I don’t want you to worry about anything.”
A million thoughts filled her mind… the flowers, her attire, her children’s clothes, the tables.
Tommy’s smirk didn’t make her worries go away, on the contrary, it made her feel more scared.
“I ordered your favorite food and cake, a big tent for the garden, lilac flowers, your favorites.”
“When did you prepare all of this?”
“Frances did most of the hard work, and I’ve had a couple of long nights.” Tommy rubbed her arms, trying to get her out of her shocked state.
That’s when she noticed that a couple of people walked through the room carrying a big table, another one was walking while holding a large vase and two maids following with table cloth.
“Your dresses are in one of the guest’s rooms Mrs. Shelby.”
“Well, it looks like I will be one after tonight.” She chuckled. “Did you say dresses?!”
“Mr. Shelby couldn’t choose a dress for you, so he ordered a couple thinking you might like one.” Frances admitted.
Y/N spun around to look at her soon to be husband. There he was with a big smirk on his face, the smile lighting his beautiful eyes.
When it came to make his family happy, he had no limitations.
“Look what I found for Cyril.” He pointed his head in his son’s direction. Charlie was walking towards them with a white box.
Opening the box, Y/N found a small tux and bow.
And with that, Y/N had enough. She threw herself at Tommy’s eyes exuding happiness through every pore of her skin.
“I think it would be a good time to share some news then.”
Tommy gave her a cautious look.
“Polly did you know, the thing with the leaves… she says I’m pregnant, with twins!” Tommy couldn’t hold his excitement then, spinning her around holding her by the waist, he kissed her.
“Did she tell you what the babies are?”
Y/N nodded. “Two girls.”
Tommy let out the air he was holding. “Then it’s my turn to choose the names, since you chose Charlie and Ruby…”
Smiling at him, Y/N asked him about the names. He couldn’t be happier.
“I want to name them Anna and Lee-Anne.”
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happy birthday ginny, here's a fic with you and both of your dark-haired orphan simps.
Nerve
When she was five, Auntie Muriel had given her as a birthday present a small china figurine of a cow.
And, since she was five, and all she wanted to do was ride brooms and fall out of trees and throw gnomes at Percy, she had laughed derisively the second she opened the gift and called it ‘a bit rubbish’.
Mum had been furious, and the telling-off Ginny had received - as Muriel stormed out of the house with her nose in the air, ‘Weasley children are ungrateful whelps, the lot of them’ ringing around the Burrow - had managed to impress upon her an important lesson: no matter how shit a present is, pretend you like it.
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- and Percy got a brand new owl when he was made a prefect, and that happened the day before I turned ten, but I didn’t get anything new that day, it was all second hand. Except my Auntie Muriel gave me a box of drawing pins. But who wants a thing like that?
That sounds ghastly.
It was! Obviously I wasn’t rude. I just -
I know it sounds really silly, but I just want my own things. I want to be special. I want everyone to notice me. Nobody notices me.
That doesn’t sound silly at all.
You’re sweet :)
---
The lesson had held for ten years. It was fracturing today, as she turned fifteen and unwrapped Fleur’s gift to her - presented with a beatific, ‘I ‘ope you will like ‘ow it stops you being so - ‘ow you say - disorganised’ - and saw the embossed scarlet leather cover, her initials on it in gold, of an extremely beautiful and obviously stupendously expensive diary.
‘Oh,’ said Ginny.
Fleur seemed happy enough with that, leaning into Bill’s arm - wrapped around her shoulders - with a contented (read: smug) look on her face. Harry and Ron were both shovelling birthday cake into their mouths, but Hermione was looking at her with the sort of stricken, wobbly expression which made Ginny nervous.
‘Cheers. It’s great,’ she said to Fleur, in an effort to communicate to Hermione that she needed to keep fucking quiet and not bring up my previous diary-related fuck-ups at the dinner table. Fortunately she got the hint, although Ginny knew there’d be plenty of whispered nagging about whether she’d ‘properly dealt with everything’ later.
But she couldn’t help staring at Bill, as if to say, ‘thanks for not spilling my most embarrassing secret during your pillow talk’ and ‘hey, you know how there’s a war on? Maybe you should tell your fiancée that your sister was fucking possessed by You-Know-Who for a full year, so she knows exactly what sort of mess she’s getting into.’
He just looked at his cake instead.
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- and I told mum I didn’t want a victoria sponge cake. But she made one anyway, because it’s dad’s favourite. But it was my birthday. I wanted a chocolate cake.
Does that make me sound really spoiled?
It does, doesn’t it?
What kind of birthday cakes did you have, when you were my age?
I have never had a birthday cake.
WHAT?
How???
I was born in an orphanage. That’s a Muggle institution for children whose parents are dead. There was hardly enough to go around normally. Birthdays were out of the question.
Oh.
I’m sorry.
I survived.
Harry’s an orphan as well.
Is he indeed?
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‘I’m so sorry,’ said Hermione later, bustling around Ginny’s room brandishing a hairbrush like a wand. ‘The nerve of her! She had no right to do something like that.’
‘She didn’t know.’
‘But Bill should have told her.’
‘Yeah. Maybe.’
Hermione sat on the end of Ginny’s bed and looked at her earnestly. ‘You can say if you’re upset, you know.’
‘It’s fine.’
‘I mean, I’ve never thought you’ve ever properly dealt with everything, and I -’
‘I said it’s fine, Hermione. For fuck’s sake, give it a rest.’
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Hermione was still in a mood the following morning.
The diary sat on Ginny’s bedside table, the cover shimmering softly at her.
‘I suppose the colour was meant to be nice - Gryffindor, you know - but it’s just ended up being another cruelty,’ sniffed Hermione, when she’d decided she was no longer angry with Ginny and she ought to have another go at nagging her about her life.
‘What d’you mean?’ said Ginny, round a mouthful of chocolate frog.
Hermione looked at her as if she was as dumb as Goyle. (Ginny could see why quite a few people didn’t like her). ‘Well, it’s like his eyes. Isn’t it?’
She looked so convinced she was onto something that Ginny didn’t have the heart to tell her that her him had eyes the same polished tortoiseshell brown as Hermione’s own.
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I could make him a valentine’s card, couldn’t I?
You could.
I could say he has nice eyes. He does have nice eyes.
So you’ve said.
They’re very green. I could say that. ‘You have very green eyes.’
That’s not very romantic, is it?
I could say, ‘you have eyes so green they’re like…’
I dunno.
A fresh pickled toad.
Or an emerald.
Pick the emerald.
I like the toad.
Pick the emerald.
They aren’t emerald green, though. They’re fresh pickled toad green.
I just think -
I’m going to say that his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad.
Or do you think he’d hate that?
I think you should say his eyes are like emeralds.
He will hate it, won’t he?
Would it matter if he did?
YES.
Picture me rolling my eyes.
Tom. I’d DIE.
Imagine if he laughed at it.
And if he didn’t?
That isn’t possible.
Ginny.
Anything is possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
---
She dropped a blob of ink onto the page and waited for the inevitable.
She realised she had been staring at it for hours when mum called her down for dinner.
---
She could never have explained to the other three why nothing happening was as much of a disappointment as a relief.
They were bound together so tightly you’d have thought they were one-and-the-same. It didn’t seem to occur to them that their friendship was abnormal. Or, maybe, that hers were. That, maybe, it isn’t normal for a fifteen-year-old to not see her boyfriend all summer, or not to have friends visit, or not to Floo off for house-parties and trips to Diagon Alley. That, maybe, her position in a clique of ‘popular’ girls was tenuous, something light and meaningless and easily discarded.
That, maybe, the best friend she’d ever had was a piece of disembodied soul which had very nearly succeeded in killing her.
---
I don’t think anyone understands me like you.
You’re my best friend in the whole world :)
I’m delighted to hear that. The feeling is mutual.
Now. I need you to do me a favour.
Anything :)
You will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.
I will walk down to the gamekeeper’s hut.
---
‘I don’t think Harry will get back together with Cho,’ said Hermione one evening.
Ginny snorted. ‘Yeah, obviously. He fucked that right up.’
‘Dean’s nice.’
Ginny tried to ignore the jittery feeling in her stomach. ‘Yeah. Yeah, he’s brill.’
Fortunately Hermione was already yawning into her pillow. ‘Did you have a nice birthday, by the way?’
‘Yeah.’
There was a brightly-coloured bang from outside.
Hermione jumped up, brandishing her wand. ‘What on earth was that?’
---
I wish I was with mum and dad for Christmas. On New Year’s Eve we always have hot chocolate and watch the fireworks from the village. You can see them really well from our garden.
I spent all evening crying. And now I can’t sleep.
Are you awake?
Is it New Year’s Eve today?
Yes.
Ah.
It doesn’t feel very festive though.
Go to the North Tower, and - just before the Divination classroom - you will see a painting of three house elves wearing a trench coat. Poke the middle one on the nose and the painting will swing open to reveal a window. Climb through the window and you will find yourself on a flat bit of roof, with an uninterrupted view towards Hogsmeade. At midnight, there will be fireworks to celebrate the new year.
But there will be nobody else around, and they will feel as though they are for you.
---
‘Relax, Hermione. It’s just someone letting off fireworks.’
‘God. I thought it was the Dark Mark or something. Honestly, who lets off fireworks in the middle of August?’
‘You never know. Maybe they’re for me.’
#asenora fics#birthday fic#ginny weasley#happy birthday babe#you share a birthday with my cat#so i suppose we have to stan
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Have a very quick Chess-Husbands-Julian-POV-Ramble-Thing that I don't have the energy to think of a title for or to edit
(sorry for any mistakes in this)
No Getting Feelings had been part of the contract, right from the beginning. He’d set it out, clear and simple: No Feelings, No Commitment, and No Special Treatment.
He hadn’t been worried about himself, obviously. Let’s be honest, this was Julian Fawcett, former MP (disgraced), whose cold, decrepit heart had (literally) given up on him, getting it off with an actual caveman, who sometimes chased squirrels like a dog.
No Getting Feelings – perfectly easy for him, perhaps a bit harder for Robin who got attached to the moon and mice and various people who’d long been sucked off (perhaps in more than one way, Julian hadn’t got round to asking yet), but all in all, not too difficult because the caveman was, well, a caveman, who’d seen everything, lost most things, and dismissed Christmas, weddings, government, and canapes as silly fads. (There really was no convincing him on the merits of bite-sized, caviar crostini or a devilled egg – would leave me starving – yes, that’s the point, all the more room for the wine-dinner – would rather eat bum – I’m sure you would).
Really, the whole thing had just been a formality, a little precaution – look, Julian had been caught out before. And yeah, he was dead, but that didn’t mean other dead people couldn’t make you after-life into hell – or, you know, a precursor to hell, if this was purgatory. He’d just said it, because that’s what you – he – did when anything like this started anyway. No Feelings, No Special Treatment, No Commitment – the big three – and sure, there were a few others (No Sleeping in My Bed – broken after two weeks; No Suggestive Looks in Company – dismissed after a month or so, because honestly, some people were dense) – but it was important to get those three in straight off.
And look, Julian had intended to keep to the contact – but, well, you know, it was like the Great British public always said, like what the BBC, and every journalist were always reminding everyone: never trust a word a politician says.
In his defence, he really hadn’t thought it would require any effort to stick to the rules. He really hadn’t considered that games of chess, finding the same things funny, doing some actual stargazing, and dipping into a few too many deep-tragic-conversations might actually dredge something up in him besides his basic need to get off.
Still, stranger things have happened – men on the moon, The Green Party getting seats, that time in Amsterdam with the contortionist – becoming a ghost. All of that to say, yes, it did come as a bit of a shock when half-way through some god-awful Music Club, Julian had found himself not wincing at Pat rendition of Fernando, but looking over at Robin, who was absolutely into the performance, like he was with most music, come to think of it, because let it be said, the caveman’s taste was anything that made a kind-of-vaguely-musical-sound, and yes, Julian was trying to refine this a bit, but back to the point. He was looking over at Robin, all in his element, and then, he was having this warm, gooey feeling, the kind of feeling that could only be compared to a menu trying to tempt you into getting the caramel brownie sundae over the cheese board or the expresso with a shot of whatever liquor was on offer – except, well, this time, Julian was swayed.
Alright, so it wasn’t that simple and he’d be doing some creative photoshopping of the truth if he was to suggest it was all mushy-lovey-dovey from that moment on. Yes, he had a good few oh-god-oh-god-oh-god moments, two months of trying to avoid Robin (easier than you’d think, living in the same house and all), a false declaration of being sick-to-death-or-whatever-the-already-dead-equivalent-was of chess, and then a simple demand of what is your big problem now?, a whole bunch of rambling and walking in literal and verbal circles, and an actual crackling of lightening, a clap of thunder, a moment of forgetting they were dead and seeking shelter in the old gatehouse – four-walls, a bed, dry at least, even though it didn’t matter anymore – a brief conversation and then it was all settled in their own way – and no, Julian would not be making any further comment at this time – because no, it wasn’t that kind of story, or that one – and look, if you were to fall into the after-life with a bottle of something decent – or even not, at this point – then he’d probably tell you.
All that to say this: this thing – him and the caveman – had not been part of the plan – had not been part of the deal at all, but he should have known better really, because say what you like about Julian Fawcett, former-MP (disgraced), but know, if you ever need someone without any scruples to break a contract, he’s your man.
#bbc ghosts#my writing#fanfic?#kind of#idk what this is really#chess husbands#julian fawcett#robin#possibly awful oh well have it anyway
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Power Couple
(jacq x reader | part i of ii in a series)
Look, it’s not their fault. First off, who wants to listen to their professor actually teach a class? Second, who doesn’t want to hear their professor talk about their romantic life?
or the story of how Jacq met his partner
Everyone loves Jacq. That’s just the way things are. Is the sky blue? Are the steps leading up to the Academy the worst? Is Clive having a mid life crisis? Yes. Yes. And yes.
All those above are facts.
Yes, Jacq could be a bit of an airhead for someone whose work could only be described as pure genius. Not to mention, he has a tendency to go off on a tangent. Occasionally peppering in unrelated questions in his exams has gotten him into trouble repeatedly. Despite his attractive frame, he tends to slouch. He wears silly hexagon glasses and slides for Arceus’ sake. Yet, the fact of the matter is — everyone loves Jacq.
The only person to come close to the pedestal in which Jacq unknowingly sits is his partner.
Now, nobody in the academy has actually ever met this mystery person, but by the stories shared by the young professor, anyone could surmise what an equally delightful person they are.
“Sorry for the wait.” Jacq nervously pops his head from outside the classroom, prompting a round of laughs from his students.
‘Oh, classic Jacq,’ everyone thinks, once again charmed by the man.
“What is it this time, professor?”
“Ah,” he muses, right before a bashful smile forms on his face. “I was just a little caught up with talking to my partner.” He scratches the back of his head. “Lost track of time, then whoops. Uh-oh, I’m late for class. Time flies and all that.”
The class lets out a collective dreamy sigh at his words.
Always wanting to waste time, and hear more of their beloved professor’s beloved, a student asks, “What were you talking about?”
A bright smile lights up Jacq’s face, and soon enough words leave him before he can think to jump into today’s lesson. “They’re at Kalos at the moment, but they’re hoping to make a pit stop here at Paldea if you can believe it.” His voice doesn’t have the usual excitement to it, but the underlying coyness is there. “I’ve asked them if they would want to see the academy, and they immediately said yes. Truthfully, I’ve told them many stories about all of you and they’re keen to meet you.”
Everyone reels.
The thought process goes like this. ‘They’re so close by!’ to ‘They’re coming here???!’ to ‘Aw, he talks to them about us?’ and back to ‘They’re coming here???!’
Ignorant of his students’ inner musings, the professor carries on, “I imagine you’re excited to meet them, yes?”
Well, duh.
He grins at the eerily synchronized slow nods from the baffled students.
“Which is why I’ll be requesting permission from the Director to let them give a special lecture.”
Excited cheers erupt in the classroom.
After a beat, Nemona realizes something. “Did you ever tell us what your partner’s field of study was?”
Jacq’s eyes widen a tiny bit, but his glasses make the sight more comical than it should be. “Oh my. I could’ve sworn I mentioned it when you asked me how we met?”
Once again in unison, the class shakes their heads.
“Well, as you know, we met when I travelled to Galar for an exchange study program. They came to my rescue when I was stopped by airport security for having a Tinkaton in my party.”
A few snickers scatter amongst his students. He pauses to give them an exasperated smile. This is the part of the story that took his class 30 minutes to calm down the first time they heard it.
“They were leaving Galar just as I was coming in, and switched an empty pokéball for Tinkaton’s. They took the blame, and claimed Tinkaton was theirs and part of their highly important and classified research under Professor Oak. As soon as his name was dropped, security started tripping over their feet apologizing.”
Understandably. Being associated with the Professor Oak just further cemented Jacq’s partner as so cool in the students’ eyes. Their quick thinking as well, in comparison to Jacq’s own occasional absent-mindedness, further earned his students’ favor.
“Turns out they really did have a highly important and classified — at least at the time — research under Professor Oak. Right now, it’s widely known that their team is creating the most comprehensive Pokédex there is. They’re specifically tasked with regional types, and alternate forms.”
A breathless “wow,” leaves Nemona’s lips. The student beside her mutters, “right?”
“Now, does that answer your question? Perhaps we should move onto today’s topic?”
Someone from the back of the class shouts, “Finish the story!”
Another student echoes the sentiment, “We always love hearing it!”
Jacq sighs, but he knows he’ll cave. He can never say no to his students, and he’s always happy to speak about you to anyone who would listen.
“I was staring at them in awe even as they were being whisked away to board their plane. A few seconds after I watched them walk away, I realize they still have my pokémon. I was tired, hungry, and quite frankly just wanted to get out of there, but I stood still, shocked. Eventually, I hear something roll on the ground.”
His students are on the edge of their seats now, despite hearing this story before.
“I had dropped the pokéball they switched in. I heard a sort of rattling noise as I picked it up. Folded in, and tucked safely was a paper with their name and number hastily written. I immediately sent them a text to thank them. Before their flight took off, I got a single message back, ‘what were u thinking >:(‘
A fond laugh leaves Jacq’s lips at the memory.
“Safe in the knowledge that Tinkaton was not pokénapped, I made my way to Hammerlocke to settle in. About half a day later, they respond to my string of apologies with, ‘ok.’
The class laughs at that. “Mood.”
“To ease my worries, they sent me daily pictures of Tinkaton. Eating delicious poffins, battling their own pokémon, shining its hammer. They didn’t say much, but I didn’t mind. I, however, said a lot. Thankfully, they didn’t mind either.”
A chorus of aww’s once again flooded the room.
“At the end of the semester, I had mentioned I’d be leaving Galar, and could safely take in Tinkaton once more. As though through lady luck herself, both our next stops were Alola. My palms were sweaty the entire time I waited for them at Heahea.”
The students practically had wistful looks at this point.
“When our eyes met, I was once again stunned speechless by their presence. It was like everything was running in slow motion. I was nervous to approach them, but they spoke to me like they knew me very well. Which, based on how much I talked in our messages, was fair.”
He lets out a self-deprecating laugh, accompanied with an almost hopeless look in his eyes.
“It didn’t matter because they had plenty to say, and were more than happy to fill in the silence. Most of which were data gathered about my Tinkaton. Boy, I tell you, it felt like my heart was about to leap out my chest. They took it in stride. If they noticed my nerves, they were gracious enough not to mention it.”
“Here it comes,” Nemona whispers excitedly, only to be shh’ed by the rest of the class.
“They hand me a binder chockfull of information about my Tinkaton, as well as virtually every important entry about the species published in pokédexes the last two hundred years. Apparently, they did this in their spare time because they didn’t want to show up empty handed.”
“I’m simply more than grateful they saved my behind when they had nothing to gain from it. Now, I’m floundering for a response, but they seem to have mistaken it for haughtiness. They mention something along the lines of having the data too heavy and messy for it to be a message or an email. That was when I had an epiphany. What if it could’ve been an email? Rather, something you can open just as easily on your phone?”
“I combee-lined it out of there, and took my laptop to the nearest café to draw a proposal and write its initial code. Right when I was stuck on giving the project a name, down slams the binder. When I look up, there they were sipping on an iced tea. They looked cool as a cucumber, but the aura was wildly menacing.”
“They whisper, ‘I remember thinking you never shut up, but now you’re pretty good at it. Why is that?’”
Half the class is actually mouthing the words.
“I was still too flustered to speak to them. In lieu of answering their question, I took out my phone. I still remember how the look in their eyes shifted to something softer and kinder when they read my text message. im shy :(‘
“They laughed, pulled out the other chair, and we continued conversing that way for the rest of the day. Some patrons stared when they saw this impressive looking trainer speak to dorky ol’ me typing his answers away on his phone. Before we left the café, I logged back onto my laptop and named the pokédex app’s initial code after them.”
Someone in the classroom starts shedding tears at that last bit.
“Everyday I was in Alola, we met up to talk about anything. At first, it was just pokémon, and our respective research, but halfway through we spoke about ourselves, our favorite movies, childhood aspirations, stuff like that.”
“Eventually, I did have to actually go back to my university. While they were in Alola for official business, I really just wanted to meet up with this person instead of having them send back Tinkaton through the PC. I gave them back their pokéball which was such a small thing, really the bare minimum, compared to all the great things that happened to me because of them. They saved my behind, took care of my pokémon, and gave me the idea that changed my life forever.”
The deep smitten sigh is an obvious indication that they have reached The End of the story, but everyone is far too pleased with the sweetness of it all to care. It looks as though the professor has to settle down from telling the story. A lovestruck look is fixed firmly on Jacq’s face, which his students coo at.
Nemona, with a teasing glint in her eye, prods, “And…?”
Like he’s snapped out of a trance, Jacq asks, “And what?”
“You know…..”
He offers a kind smile, but tilts his head in question. “I know what?”
The student grumbles, and exasperatedly explains, “Yes. Yay for you. No lawsuits for bringing an invasive species to Galar. Having your precious pokémon taken care of when you weren’t able to. Developing the friggin’ Pokédex app!” She pauses to catch her breath, and the professor can only watch, slightly terrified. “But also! Like? Hello? What about finding the love of your life?! Shouldn’t that be part of the things you mentioned just now? Things you’re grateful to your partner for???”
The rest of the class mumble some sort of agreement to her statement.
Now, Jacq was just confused.
“Where in the story did I mention meeting the love of my life?”
The worst part is he is completely clueless.
Half the class looks heartbroken, the other is horrified.
Both reactions are understandable.
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ro im so sad latrly because i got carnival fish and they died 😭 im sad so that means obey me time bc i kinda entered a existensial crisis.... >_<
anyway
im thinking of beel who listens to you talk about stuff while you're sitting on the counter and hes eating food, just listening to you talk
thinking of mammon in his bed with you next to him as he listens what went on in your day and comments here and there
thinking of lucifer who acts annoyed when you enter the room singing his name but is SO interested in your classroom drama- i mean, cough cough, studies..
thinking of asmo who has skin-care days where he lies with you with a facemask on as you tell him about whats happened since the last skin care day
thinking of belphie who half sleeps on your lap as he listens to you rant, on the edge of falling asleep to your voice and hand running through his hair, but is forcing himself not to just to hear ya talk
thinking of satan who asks you to read a book with him in his room when he sees you're in a bad mood, to "ditch the idea" suddenly and ask you whats going on, hes here to listen. very good advice 10/10 unless its a fight
thinking of levi sitting in his bathtub with you as he plays his game, putting it on quiet as he hears you cry to him, he's not the best comforter but he truly listens well. he'll try and give you advice.. but i suggest not taking it..
-🍭 anon (heyy!! its been a longg time)
I’m so sorry about your fish 😭 the one and only time I won a carnival fish it died the next day and I’ve never been able to play those games again 💔
These are so perfect- 
Beel occasionally offering you snacks or a drink in between so you can keep talking.
Mammon trying casually to pull you closer until you’re basically laying across his chest- it’s just so he can hear ya batter! or some other excuse lol
Lucifer is so interested in classroom drama it’s silly- like he pretends not to be but really he is such a gossip and wants to know everything-
Asmo has soooo much to tell, and you’re going to hear all the fun details! And he’s even more excited when you have stories and gossip for him!
Belphie’s eyes are half closed the whole time and he’s shifting around a lot but that’s just because he’s keeping himself awake. After all you’re more important then sleep! And you picked him to talk too- that’s special to him
Satan honestly would have some of the best advice.  probably even better if it’s fight advice! because he can give you a few curses to use too ;)
Levi is good at listening- not necessarily the best with advice tho…but he means well!!
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Sorry this is very sudden but I promise there was a lot of thought and consideration behind this for the last few years but I’ve decided from now on I’m using this persona to draw for selfship and stuff with, instead of Kumi… one based more off myself again.
When I first made Kumi i never thought I would form that kind of attachment to her but it just kind of happened. All throughout my years drawing, there has always been a consistent theme; drawing me, my cousins, my friends, and our fictional favs. When i was younger I always drew “myself” as someone else, projecting onto an OC that didn’t resemble me at all because its fun! It’s always just been for fun and disguising myself in my art has always been what’s most comfortable for me when it comes to “selfship”. I guess Kumi unintentionally became one of those, haha.
But over the last few years I’ve been having some rough times with Kumi and with my cousin’s shared story and feeling like I’m too obsessed with something that died a long time ago. Feeling like I need to move on too but wanting to hold on for old times sake, because it’s so special to me. But it doesn’t feel worth it anymore, it isn’t fun anymore and it makes me sad. I want to move on so I don’t start to associate something I love with something that makes me sad. But I still love my loves and wanna have fun drawing stuff with them again and with my friends, and I’m gonna do that through this persona, who is like literally just me…
I know it’s weird after all these years but I just feel it’s better to retire Kumi as just an OC for now. But she’ll still be around and I’ll still be drawing her if my cousin and I have new ideas together! But from now on I’m still gonna be smooching my favs but now with a little more freedom and authenticity and self love (also a lot of things will stay the same like, keeping my fav Pokemon and my ship name with Guz is still called Skullcandy, etc)
Anyway I’m sorry for this depressing ramble, I hope you understand. I know this sounds silly but the idea of self expression and selfship has always been really important to me, and I just wanna draw what makes me happy… Thank you for reading and thank you for loving my girl Kumi 💛
#my art#my boi#phoe speaks#a little of both#also hope i did the read more thing right i didnt wanna make the post too long and sad...#skullcandy
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Fault | Seonghwa [Pt.1]
「Synopsis」 : An argument can lead to a lot when not resolved.
「Word count」 : 552
-> Genre: Angst, Big Sad Hours
Paring: Mafia!Seonghwa x Reader
[Warnings] : Blood, Arguing, Violence, Big sad times, Seonghwa messed up. Name calling. Character Death. Read at your own risk.
{Note} : Thank you to my anonymous reader for this request ♡ I've been in the mood for writing some Mafia stuff so this was up my alley ahah.
[REBLOG AND COMMENT FEEDBACK]
One argument. That’s all it took. He was ruthless and cruel but he was soft and gentle to you. But when these worlds started to mix so did his personality. He didn’t mean to scream, nor throw the wine glass he held firmly in his hand across the room. But he was stressed and you were also stressed. It was a blow-up that led to him saying unspeakable things towards you. It replays in his head, over and over.
‘You are just another whore. Stop acting like your special.’
He didn’t mean it and wanted to take it back as soon as it come out of his mouth. But his stubbornness got a hold of him. Regret. Was the only thing that infects his mind. You ran so quickly, throwing your ring to the ground. You cried, heartbroken that your silly fears he always reassured you were suddenly true. He couldn’t find you. After you disappeared from his sight of the kitchen, he wandered towards your shared bedroom to apologise. But when he entered he noticed the room was trashed and the large floor to ceiling window was opened. You were gone. But this didn’t look like a runaway. You were taken.
His heart stopped as his feet started running. Into the dead of night, running towards nothing and everything at the same time. He couldn’t lose you. Not when he just said all those cruel things. Not when he loved you so much it hurt. Not when you were carrying his child. He needed you, you were his everything and he just threw you away like you were nothing in the heat of the moment. The warehouse that sat near the last pinged address of your phone was filled with gunfire and screaming.
He sent in all his good men, and himself into the line of fire just to save you but when he finally found you laying on the cold concrete floor in a small makeshift cell that was once a walk-in freeze, His heart stopped. You were cold, like ice. You had no pulse and your body was littered with deep blue, and black marks. Deep gashes from knives and other sharp objects your torture could get a hold of, ran deep on your now paled skin. You were in a puddle of your own blood. Shock and blood loss had killed you.
He fell to his knees, letting out a roaring scream. He crawled over to your body, bringing you close to him, not carrying if blood paints his suit or body. He held you tight, his hand coming down to your stomach. He cried, tears running down his face like a waterfall. He cant remember the last time he cried, maybe when he was little?
“I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry. It should have been me. Not you, I…I’m sorry.” He whimpered, stroking a bit of your hair out of your face. Your lips were blue and eyes puffy. You were crying before your last breath. Guilt shivered through his body. He would never forgive himself. He lost two of the most important people in his life and it was all his fault. He regrets everything. And he would never be able to take it back.
“S-..Seong…”
Or so he thought…
Part two
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