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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐍𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐫𝐲

This is part 2 to Good Rockin' Tonight, which you can find here.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,5K

Summary: After four years, you and Elvis meet again but the both of you realise you're more different from each other than expected. Still, you take the next step into your relationship but it doesn't take you long to find yourself unhappy with the life you're living.

Warnings: angst fest, small age gap (4 years, reader is older), reader being conflicted about her future, arguments, reader being very independent, strong language, alcohol consumption, smoking, breaking up.

A/N: well... this kind of took a life of its own, tbh. i have too many thoughts and too many directions i want to go in with it, sooo it'll turn into a 4 (maybe 5) part series. don't let the break up scare you, my loves. 👀

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After your night with Elvis in 1956, your journalism career pretty much skyrocketed the same way Elvis’ did.

You had interviewed the young rockstar the following afternoon while indulging in a late lunch with him, his friends and Lori. Both you and Lori really enjoyed yourselves among the guys, but unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Elvis and entourage had to get back on the road to make it to the next town on time and you and Lori had to go back to work, hopefully satisfying your boss enough to get you that promotion.

The article was a success. You obviously did not publish the first interview you did with Elvis, because it was simply too flirty and you were positive his fans nor your boss would appreciate the conversation you and the singer had. The interview that was published was fun and light, with Elvis talking mostly about his fans and music, which is exactly what the people wanted to read.

You and Elvis had exchanged phone numbers and once he got news of you getting a promotion, he made a promise to celebrate with you. You promised him you’d attend one of his shows as soon as you could again.

But neither of you were able to keep those promises. Your work load was getting heavier – which you were thankful for because this is exactly what you wanted – and Elvis had just been given his script for his first movie.

The romance, friendship or whatever it was that you two had was short lived as your phone calls got shorter and shorter, only for them to eventually stop altogether. You couldn’t blame him and neither could he blame you – you both lived different lives, you were both busy with finding your place in the world.

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Even though you haven’t heard personally from Elvis, it was impossible to avoid him in any way. He was on the cover of most teen magazine’s, his movies were doing extremely well and everyone wanted a piece of Elvis Presley – mostly his fans and reporters. You were still working at Modern Teen and whenever Elvis’ was in or near Los Angeles or a new movie was released, the office was in high spirits, the space filled with the sound of type writing machines buzzing and Mr. Kimzey’s phone ringing non-stop.

You always loved the atmosphere whenever Modern Teen was doing a piece on Elvis or whenever he was in town. It was hectic and stressful, but everyone was buzzing with good energy – even though you wanted to take every chance of meeting Elvis face to face again, it wasn’t always possible. It may have seem like Elvis was the only celebrity around that mattered, and although he definitely was the most popular, you couldn’t simply fill an entire magazine with Elvis only.

Lori and you were still interviewing other people and once Mr. Kimzey assigned Doris Day to you, you were over the moon. Elvis was a hero to many teen girls, but Doris was yours.

Meeting her was like a dream come true, but you and Lori’s parade was quick to be drenched by the storm clouds that crept their way into the office when news got out that Elvis Presley’s career was coming to a halt.

He was getting drafted.

The two years of his absence were strange. Not only were his fans devastated, but the music industry was changing and so was your life. Even though you and Elvis were separated by an ocean and a nine hour time difference, you were both miserable.

Elvis lost his mother, hated being away from home and was fearful for his return to the States and how people would perceive him. You had lost your job due the company’s banktrupcy, living in a small apartment together with Lori in the middle of Los Angeles and instead of enjoying your twenties like you should, you were running all over the city to find a new job.

You may have worked your way up the career ladder at Modern Teen, but it didn’t seem like it mattered all that much when it came to other companies. With the new decade coming closer and closer, people were anticipating Elvis’ comeback and they only wanted the best of the best when it came to reporters.

They were hiring mostly young men, because unfortunately, the arrival of 1960 wasn’t changing the fact that you still very much lived in a man’s world. They didn’t think a woman could do the job as well as a man, figuring a female reporter would get distracted too quickly, would be a distraction to people in the industry or co-workers or were simply not meant to be making a career but rather be off marrying and popping out a few children.

You were genuinely considering an entire career change, until you got an unexpected phone call from Seventeen magazine, letting you know they wanted you on their team.

You had applied for a job at the magazine three months ago, but you figured you wouldn’t hear from them since their magazine mostly focused on fashion and you were a music journalist. They let you know that they were planning to expand more on music and film to cater to a wider range of people and after looking through your portfolio once more, you were considered to be the perfect candidate.

It was a huge surprise, a company you never imagined yourself working at but you didn’t hesitate to take the opportunity with both hands. Meeting celebrities, models or fashion designers – you figured there wasn’t that much of a difference other than the topic that would be discussed. You just wanted to work and write again, and you could definitely use the money.

Unfortunately, Lori did not join you on your new adventure as she had made the step to switch careers and was currently working at a recording studio – though not colleagues anymore, you still lived together and were closer than ever.

Having to step inside the office on your first day alone was nerve wracking, but the feeling didn’t last long; the fashion magazine was run by mostly females and they all welcomed you with open arms, treating you as if you had been with them for months. Years even. While you had been hopeless losing your job at Modern Teen and hunting for a new source of income, you were happy that your life had the exciting routine it always had again.

It didn’t take you long to develop a slight interest in fashion and although the newly music and film columns were doing well, you’d learn from your co-workers who specialized in fabrics and designs and whatnot whenever you had some free time on your hands. Although Elvis’ arrival back in the States did not go unnoticed, the Seventeen office didn’t have the same high energy and buzzing feel music magazines had – the people in your office focused on their own work, running back and forth to get things ready for a shoot, calling modeling agency after modeling agency or editing their work until they were seeing cross eyed. It was chaotic in a completely different way.

But all you could think about was Elvis and how you were going to get in contact with him again. You were ashamed to admit that you had called the old phone number he had given you – and even Red’s number that Lori still had – but you never received an answer. You figured the only way to get in touch with him was in a professional setting.

The opportunity to do so fell in your lap when Mrs. Hollis, your boss, gave you the news that she had assigned you to spend a few days at Paramount with Juliet Prowse, who was currently shooting a new movie. You were eager to accept the project, even before Hollis told you her co-star was Elvis Presley.

As if you didn't know that yet.

You had not shown much interest in Elvis before the first time you met him, but ever since you shared a bed with him, you kept track of what was going on in his life. He was still getting a lot of attention from the public, so it didn’t take you much digging to find out he was making moves in Hollywood.

You didn’t care that this wasn’t going to be a movie article, or one that strictly catered to the movie. You liked Juliet Prowse and couldn’t wait to meet her and spend time with her – you didn’t even care that you’d mostly be writing about what she was wearing – but the only real reason why you were doing this was because you were going to see Elvis again.

“Nervous?” Oliver, one of Seventeen’s stylists and self proclaimed photographers, asked as the both of you were led through the gates of Paramount Studios.

“A little,” you told him with a small smile, following a security guy that walked ahead of you onto the lot. “I mean, it is Juliet Prowse. She’s with Sinatra- what if he visits her on set? I will just about pass away,”

Oliver laughed, nodding in agreement. “Believe me, I will too,”

You laughed along, not telling him that you didn’t care if Frank Sinatra would make a surprise visit or not. Sure, Frank was awesome, but it was the other present singer that was getting your insides to twist and turn the closer you got to Prowse’s dressing room. He probably wasn’t even going to be in there, but it was the fact that he was here… somewhere.

As expected, Juliet Prowse was lovely. She gave you and Oliver a tour of the set which had you thinking you were somewhere in a small town in Germany. Oliver being the expert in the latest fashion among you two and Juliet being very interested in the subject, the two got drawn to each other – laughing and talking about things you sometimes did not completely understand.

You’d much rather be talking about music or film, anyways. It wasn’t like you were miserable when fashion was the topic of conversation, you liked it, but it wasn’t what you were most passionate about. For some reason, you found yourself feeling like somewhat of an outsider and you hated that feeling more than anything. As Oliver suggested Juliet to take some photos, you took the opportunity to excuse yourself.

You didn’t know if you were annoyed at this project or at yourself – you should be grateful that you had a job at all. You were in Hollywood, wandering on a Paramount lot… there were enough people who wanted to be in your shoes. And here you were, suddenly overthinking a job that was steady and secure.

You didn’t know if the money was worth to sacrifice your happiness.

The thought that you might be annoyed because you have not seen Elvis yet either made you even more annoyed. Just like back in 1956, it was like he had some kind of freaky control over you, making you act like a lovesick fan, and he wasn’t even here.

You walked until you found a quiet spot behind one of the caravans that were used for wardrobe changes and rumbled through your purse to grab your pack of cigarettes out of it, placing one in between your lips. You cursed softly as you realised you didn’t have a lighter on you, and then nearly had a heart attack when the back door of the caravan was thrown open, hitting you in the shoulder with force that made you stumble back a little.

Your unlit cigarette fell to the floor as you grabbed your shoulder and looked up at the man stepping outside, looking at you with bewildered eyes when he noticed what he had done.

And when he noticed who you were.

“Y/N?”

You didn’t realise how much you had craved to see him again until this moment. Seeing him in pictures and movies and hearing him on the radio was one thing, but it was nowhere near as good as the real deal. You already knew he had grown up quite a bit compared to the young rocker he was in ’56, but having him stand right in front of your nose and clothed in an army uniform… it had your heart thumping frantically against your ribcage.

Or was it because he still knew your name after four years?

“Are you okay? Shit, I should be more careful,” he sighed deeply, looking a little frustrated with his own actions as he stepped closer to you and gently removed your hand from your shoulder to look at the damage.

There was no damage – at least, not yet. And you wouldn’t care if you’d be bruised later.

You were nailed to the ground, staring at him as if he was nothing but a figure of your imagination and suddenly, Elvis became doubtful, thinking this was a case of mistaken identity.

“Y/N, right? Modern Teen?”

You slowly shook your head, but before he could apologize for both hitting you with a door and mistaking you for someone else, you quickly stopped gawking at him and quickly nodded your head. “Y-Yeah, it’s me. Modern Teen,” you closed your eyes for a few seconds, frowning as you laughed. “I mean yes, it’s me, Y/N. I work for Seventeen now,”

He let out a deep laugh in relief and swung his arms around you, nearly making you wince in pain as he squeezed your shoulders. He was hugging you as if you two were life long friends who were having a reunion and although you had not expected him to react this way, it felt good.

His large palm holding onto your shoulders… not so much.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he quickly let go of you as he noticed your face and you rubbed your shoulder a little, laughing softly. “Let’s get some ice for that,”

“No, no, I’m fine. C’mon, what am I? Made of sugar?” you joked with a grin on your face, making him laugh in excitement. Noticing the pack of Marlboros still in your hand, he sneakily stole it from you and took one out of the pack. Putting a cigarette in between his lips, you followed his lead and thanked him as he lit it with a lighter he fished out of one of the pockets of his uniform.

“What are you doing here? Seventeen’s all about fashion, isn’t it? I guess I’m not giving you much to report about,” he chuckled, flicking his index finger against his cap, letting it sit slightly crooked atop of his head.

Taking a drag from your cigarette, you chuckled and exhaled some of the smoke into the other direction. “I’m here for Juliet. My colleague’s.. doing God knows what with her right now,”

He didn’t miss the hint of annoyance lacing your tongue, no matter how small it was. “Lori?”

“No, Lori works at Sunset Records. Probably discovering America’s newest gem,” you grinned playfully, leaning against the caravan behind you, far enough from the door.

Elvis took place next to you, a soft smile on his face.

He was hoping you didn’t see the hint of hurt that tugged at his features because of your comment. And you hoped he hadn’t heard the slight pang of jealousy in your voice when talking about Lori.

“So you both went through a change of careers? Fashion seems like it would fit you, but your face says otherwise,”

You raised your eyebrows, turning your head to look at him. “And what does my face say?”

“That you hate it,”

He was grinning down at you, as if he had just given you the greatest lecture there was to be taught and you couldn’t help but laugh. Shaking your head a little, you took another drag from your cigarette and looked down as you flicked some ashes to the ground.

“I don’t hate it. Fashion is interesting, it really is, but I’d much rather go back to the time where I had to argue with the door men at the Shrine Auditorium so I could interview America’s most controversial rockstar,”

He nearly choked on the smoke that filled his lungs as he laughed at your comment, slapping his chest a little. With slightly flushed cheeks, he grinned as he looked down at you due to your height difference and raised a teasing eyebrow.

“Interviewing him wasn’t the only thing you did,” he teased, smug grin showing off part of his pearly whites. You gasped in feigned shock, slapping his arm as you pushed yourself to stand up straight.

“I have to get back to work,” you told him, a smile on your face. You didn’t want to, but you figured Oliver would be wondering where you were right now. “Too bad I’m assigned to your co-worker, or we could’ve done another.. interview,”

His teeth sunk into his lower lip, getting the suggestive hint you were throwing his way and before you could walk away, he gently grabbed your wrist.

“We still can,” he quickly said. “I mean, not that, you know. Not that I would mind-believe me, I wouldn’t mind at all. But I’d like to see you again, Y/N,”

You laughed softly at his words, looking down at his hand around your wrist. The skin on skin contact caused goosebumps to lick at your skin, memories flashing before your eyes.

Part of you wanted to play hard to get, but you had no idea if you’d be able to reach out to him if you’d simply walk away now. You were only going to be here for a few days, and those days would have to be spend with Juliet Prowse.

You weren’t going to turn down Elvis Presley. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t.

“Dinner tonight, my place. Around 7ish? Bring Red too,” you told him, meeting his eyes that seemed to light up immediately.

The frustration that you thought you had seen lingering around him when he stormed out of the caravan had melted like snow in the heat of the sun.

As soon as you got home and Lori wandered through the doors, you filled her in on the situation. She cursed you for not calling the recording studio to tell her earlier, because now she only had ten minutes to get ready, but as she ran to the bathroom, she called out how much she loved you.

You laughed softly at her antics and looked at the state of the dining table, afraid if you had overdone it for a dinner that was supposed to be for just friends. Maybe the candles weren’t necessary, but without them, the table looked too empty. Leaving the table for what it was, you quickly made your way into your bedroom and changed into a different dress, overthinking the first one.

You could never go wrong with black – see, Seventeen had taught you a thing or two.

Checking your make-up and hair in the mirror, you nearly broke your lipstick in half as Lori’s panicked screams filled up the apartment. Running out of your room, you noticed your friend frantically swinging her arms around to break through the thick smoke that was filling up the kitchen.

Shit, you completely forgot about the food in the oven.

Just as you wanted to make your way into the kitchen, the doorbell screeched through the apartment, making you even more nervous and panicked. You decided that whoever – hopefully Elvis and Red – were at the door would have to take on the role of your savior, as you and Lori had no idea what to do.

“Help!” you squeaked out as you opened the door, relieved to see the two familiar men in front of you. Elvis quickly stepped inside, followed by Red and in the matter of a few seconds the small fire in the oven was put out by Elvis throwing handsful of salt in it and Red taking it a step further by aiming the fire extinguisher unknowingly in Lori’s direction.

You were happy everything was back under control – aside from having nothing to eat now – but Lori seemed completely through it as she stood there in her towel, covered in the contents of the extinguisher.

You and Elvis stood there with your mouths hidden behind your hands, holding in your laugh, as Red feared for his life.

“I’ll help you clean,” he quickly told her and she grabbed his arm, telling him he’d better or else, tugging him along into the bathroom.

“I wasn’t that hungry anyways,” Elvis shrugged with a grin, opening the sliding doors of your balcony before he joined you in the kitchen again, kissing your cheek.

“Liar,” you sighed, pouting as you looked at the completely black chicken Elvis had thrown in the sink just a few minutes ago. “God, I’m embarrassed. I invite you over for dinner and I can’t even feed you!”

“I’ll ask Red to get us something. It’s no problem, honey,” he said casually, but for some reason the pet name made you halt in your tracks. It had hardly bothered you in ’56 – ofcourse you liked hearing him say it – but now it just sounded so… different.

You didn’t know why, but it did. And it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand right up.

“We don’t need to have a fancy dinner or anythin’. I just wanna be here and catch up with you,” he smiled as he appeared next to you, his hand on the back of your neck to let his fingertips tickle your skin through your hair playfully.

“Let’s catch up while we clean this mess,” you inhaled a deep breath, trying to ignore the effects he still seemed to have on you as you stepped away to take some cleaning supplies out of one of the cabinets.

He didn’t seem to take offense to your actions, happily helping you clean.

As Red and Lori were out to get food and the kitchen was clean, you and Elvis sat on the balcony nursing a drink. You learned that he still wasn’t a big alcohol fan, but he was enjoying the margarita you made him.

“So, Hollywood, huh?” you hummed with a wiggle of your eyebrows, putting your cocktail on the small table in between you two after sipping it. “You like the movie you’re working on?”

He avoided eye contact for a little bit, looking at the view of the city as he nodded while gulping down a big sip of his drink. “Yeah, it’s fun,”

You weren’t an idiot. You didn’t miss the dishonesty in his words and you were also reminded of the short lived frustration that was written on his features earlier today.

“Acting fits you, El, but that’s not what your face says,” you sang teasingly, grinning at him as you crossed your legs and hung your arm over your knee.

He smiled softly at the new nickname, his eyes meeting yours. He knew you were using his own words against him, but he decided to play along.

“What does my face say then, honey?”

“You hate the movie,”

His smile slowly faded as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, nodding his head as he downed the rest of his drink before putting the empty glass next to your full one.

“I do,” he mumbled, grasping his box of cigars from the table to light one. Squinting his eyes at you, he took a drag from his cigar as that small grin returned to his face. “Should I be tellin’ you this? You’re a reporter after all,”

You let out a small laugh as you rolled your eyes, raising your glass to take a sip of the self made cocktail. “You’re right- don’t tell me. I’ll write down your deepest and darkest secrets.. should I let you plan my funeral now or…?”

His fans would hunt you down and murder you.

That you were sure of.

He laughed and exhaled some smoke up in the air, flicking some ashes off his cigar into the ash tray.

“It’s just… I don’t know. It’s nothin’ like I expected it to be,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes on his cigar that he rolled around the edge of the ash tray. He shrugged his shoulders lightly, avoiding eye contact.

He was feeling vulnerable. Sure, he had complained about the movie and The Colonel to some people that were close to him, but never to a girl he was together with. And he wasn’t even together with you- he slept with you once four years ago and he knew absolutely nothing about you.

He regretted saying anything and bringing up the topic. He liked you and not only did he not want to put an unnecessary burden on your shoulders, he also found it hard to trust girls. He didn’t like talking about the business aspects of his career in general and especially not to girls, but he wanted to trust you.

Because you were so kind and you were looking at him with those sweet eyes and that warm, inviting little smile. He wanted to trust you and confide in you, so badly.

Other than telling him he could talk to you about it, you didn’t pressure him any further. You didn’t need to, because that little confirmation of you being okay with him venting was seemingly all he needed to let out more than he was planning to.

“It’s just a bunch of bullshit. I came back from Germany not even a year ago and I feel like I’m right there again- and fuck, it’s just so frustrating,” he was raising his voice a little but you knew the emotions he was showing weren’t aimed at you. His hands were all over the place, as he was speaking more animatedly than you had ever seen someone do before. “The songs are literal shit and the script is even worse. I love actin’, I really do, but I have so much.. so much more in me. I can do so much better, Y/N, I’m tellin’ ya,”

You were looking at him the entire time, nodding now and then to let him know you were listening to what he was saying. You felt bad for him, but to you, it didn’t seem like a problem that was unfixable. Sure, this wouldn’t be a cinematic masterpiece, but there would be other offers. His acting career was still open to go in many different directions.

But as you gave your opinion about the matter and he went on a whole rant about his manager, you wanted to keep the conversation going.

You realised soon that you should’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“Find another manager, Elvis,” you told him, finishing you drink. “There’s plenty out there that I’m sure would love to manage you and are willing to put your wishes first. Lori’s pretty tight with her boss, all kinds of people come in and out of Sunset- I can have her ask around for you a little,”

You could barely finish your sentence before he had let out deep sigh, his features hard as he roughly pushed out his cigar in the ash tray and shook his head.

He should’ve never brought up The Colonel. He knew himself, he knew that he didn’t like discussing this subject, and he had no idea why he had done it now. He didn’t want the evening to be ruined, but he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“It doesn’t work like that, Y/N. There’s contracts and all that shit,” he sighed, rushing a hand through his hair as he looked over the railing of the balcony again to not have to look at you. “I’m not sayin’ he’s entirely a bad manager, it’s just fucked that I’m stuck doing shit I’m not interested in doing,”

“Well then do something about it, Elvis,” you were getting a little bit frustrated yourself, as the tone in his voice was now aimed at you and it had hurt your feelings a little. Though not being tied down to a manager and being able to walk away from your current job, you were also most definitely not in your happy place. But you didn’t want this to escalate into an argument, so you hid your emotions as best as you could. “A lot of musicians and actors switch managers, even in the middle of their careers, and most of the time it’s for the better,”

“I can’t- you don’t fucking understand,” he mumbled as he ran a hand down his face, looking at you. With his eyebrows frowned and his jaw slightly clenched, he looked like your balcony was the last place on Earth where he wanted to be. “Let’s just drop it, alright? As soon as Red comes back, we’ll leave,”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, one in disbelief, that was. You still felt bad for him and you didn’t want him to leave, but you weren’t going to let him treat you as if you were some kind of naive little girl.

“Fine, whatever. I was trying to help you, Elvis, but if you can’t even have a normal conversation about it then you should go,”

He watched as you got up and grabbed the empty cocktail glasses, walking inside to put them in the sink. He felt bad for snapping at you, but he currently wasn’t in the position to overpower his ego and therefor, he wasn’t going to apologize.

He was stubborn and so were you, but the two of you didn’t know that.

You barely knew each other.

“And don’t worry,” you suddenly spoke up, not bothering to hide much of your emotions for his sake anymore, that sweet playful smile of yours nowhere to be seen anymore. “This conversation stays between us. How can I write about something I don’t understand, right?”

He had followed you inside, standing a few feet away from the kitchen space. The tension in the room was thick and awkward and even though you were decent enough to not kick him out before Red got here, he couldn’t deal with the situation you and him were currently in.

He hated confrontation.

“I’ll wait for Red outside,” he told you, to which you simply nodded your head.

Part of you wanted to tell him to stay, kiss him to persuade him not to leave even but you didn’t. You’d like to think you weren’t that hopeless.

He bawled his hands into fists before sprawling out his fingers against his thighs, giving you a quick nod as he walked over to the front door. You ignored him as he mumbled a soft “I’ll see you on set” and sighed deeply at the sound of the front door opening and closing.

You hated men. You truly did.

Red wasn’t too happy about finding Elvis outside of the door and having to leave Lori behind once again, but he couldn’t do anything else than say goodbye to Lori and go home with Elvis.

You apologized to Lori, feeling bad that she had to miss out on a fun night.

“Don’t stress your little head about it. Red’s coming back tonight when Elvis is sleeping,” she grinned at you as you sat down on the couch, with the food she had gotten with Red. It was too much for the both of you, but the seafood platter calmed you down a little bit so you were happily stuffing your face. “What happened anyways? Only thing Elvis said to me is that he was sorry and he’d be back another time,”

“I hope he won’t,” you scoffed, not meaning a single word. Ofcourse you were hoping he would come back. “I don’t even know what happened, Lo. We were talking about the movie he’s shooting and his manager, and then things just.. went downhill,”

“I’m sorry,” she pouted a little, taking a bite of food. You shrugged and sighed deeply, popping a prawn in your mouth.

“It doesn’t even matter. We barely know each other, I don’t even know why it bothers me so much- anyways, he’s young but since he thinks he’s so wise, he’ll figure it out,”

Lori took you by surprise by letting out a laugh, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she looked at you in near disbelief. “You’re in love with him, Y/N. That’s why it bothers you,”

You widened your eyes a little, quickly swallowing your food as you pressed your napkin against your lips. “Yeah, so is half the world,”

“Maybe. But half the world hasn’t slept with him and he doesn’t look at half the world the way he looks at you,”

You knew she was right. You were in love with him and he did look at you in a way that made you think he felt the same, but right now you were still annoyed at the way he had spoken to you.

You didn’t know if a relationship between you and Elvis was in the cards, but what you did know was that he had already crept his way into your heart so deep that was impossible for you to get him out of it.

With Oliver being struck by the flu, you were on your own on the job. This wasn’t exactly a bad thing since it gave you the opportunity to get to know Juliet Prowse better and you learned that she was even nicer than you had originally thought. You became quick friends with her as well as with some other girls on the set.

You and Elvis had been avoiding each other like the plague and even though you felt awkward every time he was near, you were starting to enjoy this little project more and more. It wasn’t like you did not know anything about fashion but you appreciated Juliet teaching you a thing or two about designers and whatnot and she loved hearing you talk about music and your previous job. You trusted her enough to confide in her about what happened between you and Elvis, though not in great detail, and you cursed your new friend as Elvis stepped inside of her dressing room where you were waiting instead of her.

It was your last day on set, the day you were supposed to interview Juliet to write up a good article for the job that you actually needed but she didn’t seem to care much about that right now.

Hopefully you’d be able to thank her later, but that all depended on how this conversation with Elvis was going to play out.

“Hi,” you were the first to break the silence a few seconds after he came into the room. He was leaning against the closed door, looking at you.

“Hi,”

The awkward tension in the room was nearly palpable. You hated it.

“Where’s Juli?”

“Honey, listen-“ he started as he pushed himself off the door, walking over to you. Leaning against Juliet’s vanity table, you held up a finger and stopped him.

“No, Elvis, you listen,” you told him, crossing your arms as you inhaled a sharp breath. “I don’t know what’s going on between us; I want to get to know you better and explore.. whatever.. it is that we have going on but you can’t snap at me the way you did. Maybe it wasn’t my place, but I was trying to help or at least let you know I was there for you if you wanted to talk. The way you talked to me the other night made me feel so.. so small and I don’t appreciate that, El. I like you, I do- I think you’re a great guy, truly I do, but I don’t want to feel small. I’m a twenty nine year old woman and-“

He caught you off guard as he strided forward and grabbed your face, kissing you. You let out a small huff against his lips, your muscles threatening to turn into jelly at his touch but before your body fully gave in, you managed to gently push him off.

The distance you kept between you by pressing your hands firmly against his chest was something Elvis hated more than anything.

“See, that’s what I’m saying- you can’t just kiss me and consider it an apology. I need you to say the words, talk to me,”

He nodded a little, but you didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched in frustration. You watched as he took a step back and took the hat that belonged to his uniform off, rubbing his hands down his face before he suddenly threw the hat across the dressing room. His temper didn’t scare you off, but as he paced back and forth with his hands on his hips, you just wished you could pull the damn words out of him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for talking to you the way I did, I was an ass,”

He took you by surprise with those words, but you kept your mouth shut because you could see there was more burning on his tongue. You didn’t want to stop him from spilling his feelings.

“But I like you, more than I thought I would and I appreciate that you wanna try and help me but this… this is my shit to deal with. I don’t wanna put that on your shoulders,”

You were weak. The look in his eyes made your legs move on their own, walking closer to him. He seemed both lost and frustrated, you didn’t know whether it was because of his own actions or because of the fact he was working on a movie that didn’t show the potential he told you he had. A movie that made him unmotivated, but still he had hope that better things were coming.

They had to.

“I’m asking you to put it on my shoulders,” you told him, sighing softly as you took his hands in yours. “But if you really don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you to. Just know that I’m willing to be here and listen- whatever you’re going through, you don’t have to go through it alone,”

He nodded and gently pulled his hands out of yours, wrapping his arms around you to push you against his chest and squeeze you softly in his embrace. You sighed softly as you wrapped your arms around his waist, rubbing his back soothingly. “Thank you, Y/N. I never met anyone like you,” he whispered, putting his chin on top of your head. “You’re so kind and so.. real. It’s real hard to meet people like you nowadays, and don’t even question what’s going on between us anymore, okay honey? I wanna be with you,”

You pulled back out of the embrace a little, placing your hands on his hips as you looked up at him. He smiled at you, moving his hand up to twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. “I want to be with you too, but I want something real, El. Something serious,”

“Hey, did you forget what I told you? You know I’m not a one time kinda guy,”

You playfully squinted your eyes at him. He did tell you that and you remembered it as if he had spoken the words only yesterday. Just like you believed him back then, you believed him now as well.

“I hope you can live up to that statement,” you told him, raising yourself on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He smiled a little against your lips, nodding as he gently cupped your face.

“I can and I will, because I only want you,”

You and Elvis dated for a total of two years. It was good in the beginning, perfect even- aside from the topic of his manager, the two of you talked about everything and you learned that he wasn’t that bad at talking about his feelings at all. Whenever he had time off, he’d spend it with you; he even paid for your – and Lori’s – plane tickets whenever he was back in Memphis and wanted you there with him.

Due to Elvis’ inconvenient schedule and you not wanting to miss any time with him, you had lost your job. You always told yourself that you were an independent woman and would pick your career over a man, but when it came to Elvis, he was always your number one priority. You were a weak, weak woman.

A woman in love.

In those two years, you and Elvis knew pretty much everything about each other. He was able to bring out your childish and playful side and you were able to have him tell people “no” more often than he liked. You loved him, you believed that you would until the day you’d die, but eventually you were starting to miss normalcy.

A normal, human routine. Wake up, go to work, cook, lazy evenings with the TV, go to bed. This was the complete opposite of how Elvis lived his life and you had always accepted it, but you were exhausted.

You couldn’t handle to stay up all throughout the night only for you to sleep the day away. Having a house full of rowdy men almost every day was something that had you craving privacy and you couldn’t take one more second of having to sit at home and worry whenever he was away shooting a movie and you most certainly could not handle another outburst of your own temper whenever you read in some lousy magazine that Elvis Presley was getting all cosy with his newest co-star.

A week before he was set to leave to Hawaii to film Girls! Girls! Girls!, a bomb had exploded in Graceland.

Red was quick to get Lori out of the house and everyone knew when and where to disappear off to when they heard you and Elvis going back and forth in a heated argument.

“So, that’s it? You’re leaving, drowning two years down the drain just like that?” he yelled at you as he was hot on your heels with every step that you made from the wardrobe to the bed, throwing clothes in your suitcase. “You can’t even tell me why you’re leaving?”

“I told you, Elvis, but you don’t listen!”

“I’m listening now, so tell me- tell me why the fuck you’re leaving when I give you everything you want. Everything you need. I’d give you the clothes off my back and you know it!”

Every time you threw a piece of clothing in your suitcase, he pulled it out again only for you to take it out of his hands and put it back in your suitcase.

“I don’t want the clothes off your back, don’t you fucking get it?” you yelled in frustration as you halted your movements, standing in front of him. Now you were the one speaking animatedly; a habit you picked up from him. “I don’t need fancy jewelry and dresses piling out of the closet. I want a normal life and a man who’s actually there. All I want is you, Elvis, not the shell of you that comes home exhausted every time you finish one of those damned movies!”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into, don’t even try to put the blame on me, Y/N,” he grabbed your wrists as you raised your hands to run them through your hair. You sighed deeply, shaking your head a little at him.

“I’m not putting the blame on you,” you told him as you harshly pulled your hands out of his grip and went back to packing. “Maybe this is all my own fault, maybe it is.. and I love you, but I just can’t do this anymore. This isn’t the life I want to live, Elvis, you know me better than that. I don’t belong here.. in Memphis, in Graceland. I don’t belong in your world,”

You stopped pacing once more, placing your hands on your suitcase as your head hung low. You blinked a few times to fight the tears, but it was useless; your shoulders were shaking as they rolled down your face, mascara staining your cheeks.

Tears stung in his eyes too and he was quick to wrap his arms around you, sitting on the edge of his bed and taking you with him as he pulled you on his lap. He held you firmly, caressing your hair out of your face frantically and thumbing away your tears.

“You do belong in my world, you belong with me,” he whispered, holding you so tight against his chest you could barely breathe. “Please tell me how to fix this, tell me what to do.. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,”

You shook your head, pulling back out of his embrace to look at him. Placing a hand on his cheek, you wiped away a tear that rolled down his face. Seeing him like this broke you, but you knew you had to choose yourself this time.

“We can’t fix this, El,” you whispered, slowly getting up from his lap. “I need my old life back- I need myself back and I can’t do that here. I can’t do that when I’m together with you.. I’m sorry,”

You hated yourself for saying those words out loud, but you knew they needed to be said because they were true. Although Elvis had never held you back from working, you knew he wasn’t too fond of you going back into the journalism field either – he had made a comment once about how it was weird for a person that was in the public’s eye and a journalist to be together. It had rubbed you the wrong way when he said it, but you had ignored it.

Although he had never explicitly said the words, you knew he wanted you to stay by his side at all times. Wait for him at home when he was away for work and then be ready 24/7 for whatever he had planned. And you had tried, you had tried so hard, but you were unhappy.

This wasn’t the life you had expected to have – maybe he was right.

Maybe a reporter and a celebrity just weren’t meant to be together.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you wrote or did something you were truly passionate about, something that made you happy. You didn’t want to live in secret anymore. You needed to find yourself again before it was too late and you’d completely lose sight of who you really were.

Elvis was hurt and angry and broken, but he couldn’t force you to stay. No matter what he’d do or say, he knew there was no stopping you. Part of him understood how you felt – ofcourse he did. He’d seen how unhappy you were at times and he hated that he was partly to blame for that.

You were a bird and birds weren’t meant to be held in cages.

He just wished things didn’t have to end this way, and he didn’t have to let you go like this.

You still loved each other and he was glad you were okay with his promise of calling you when he’d be back in LA. It wasn’t like you thought ill of him or blamed him for how things had played out – there were two parties involved and although there really was no one to blame, he wasn’t the bad guy. The hurt you were feeling in your heart right now was your own fault as well – perhaps this much heartache could’ve been prevented if you had set your priorities straight from the beginning, if you told him straight up how you wanted the relationship and your lives together to be.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you held each other at the front door, Lori and Red standing by the staircase. Just because you and Elvis had put an end to your relationship, didn’t mean Lori had to. She still had a few vacation days left and you were more than okay with her staying at Graceland for a little longer; you needed some time alone.

“Don’t be,” he told you as he held you pressed up against his chest, his fingers combing through your hair as his other hand rubbed your back repeatedly. You felt as if his hand was going to burn a hole through the fabric of your jacket. “I love you, baby. I want you to be happy and I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need,”

His words tore your heart to shreds all over again and part of you didn’t want to let go of him. Part of you wanted to drag your suitcase right back up those stairs and throw all your belongings back in the closet, but you knew leaving was the right decision to make. No matter how much it hurt.

“I love you, Elvis,” you told him as you pulled back out of the embrace a little, wiping a tear from the corner of your eyes. You smiled at him, but it was filled with pain, and it made Elvis’ heart clench violently in his chest. “I hope.. I hope we can stay friends- I don’t want us to become strangers,”

“Are you kiddin’? I’m gonna call you as soon as I’m back in LA, can’t get rid of me that quick,”

The both of you laughed through your tears and you nodded, allowing him to kiss you one more time. Your body responded to him immediately but before you could melt into the kiss even further, you gently broke contact and took a step back. He lifted your suitcase from the ground, walking you out of the house and to the car where Joe was already sitting behind the wheel, waiting to take you to the airport.

“Have a safe flight,” he told you after he put your suitcase in the trunk, opening the door for you. He was trying to keep his voice as steady as possible, but you didn’t miss the tremble on his tongue and him swallowing his tears. “Call me when you get home,”

You nodded, squeezing his hand firmly as you kissed his cheek. You had to force yourself to get in the car and as he closed the door for you, you could see he had given up on trying to stop himself from crying. You gave up the battle too, letting your tears run freely down your face – as Joe drove away from the house, you didn’t look back, because you knew the sight of Elvis standing there would make you want to jump out of the moving car and run back into his arms.

Maybe you were making a mistake and maybe this wasn’t the right decision at all, but you didn’t want to be stuck in a lifestyle that you had no business of being in.

Some things are simply not meant to be.

The scene in Girls! Girls! Girls! of the small kitchen fire was slightly altered at Elvis' request. For obvious reasons.

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rxxtumxx · 10 months

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Disclaimer before you continue.

I am going to be mentioning some things that may condradict a few oneshots I have made in the past but that was years ago and these are my real views on these characters.

Also I'm a writer so I write what my readers want to see though it isn't my favorite thing bc I only find writing enjoyable because I'm writing about what I like.

Also I wanted to publish this on Bisexuality day of Pride Month but I just couldn't wait😅 So early celebrations💖💜💙

With that said please comment your own thoughts and opinions!

Okay, so to begin.

There is a big difference between Sam and Dean when it comes to their sexualities. As in the writers chose to write Sam as a comfortably straight character who isn't put in situations with other men that have him stumbling over words or actions but didn't chose to do the same for Dean.

They are the writers of the show. They didn't have to make Dean so queer.

To me Sam is 100% straight but the kind of straight that if there was an instance in which he was attracted to a man he would act on this with little to no hesitation.

Dean on the other hand is written at first like he's overcompensating, trying to prove that he is straight just like his brother BUT the situations he his put in with men can at times be mirrored with the situations Sam is put in with women.

I would also like to mention that Dean is a masculine man. Yes he enjoys certain things society deems 'girly' but most of the time he comes off as masculine.

But that shouldn't even matter because I don't know is Supernatural is aware but masculine men can be bisexual.

It isn't a new concept they aren't a dying breed. Men can drink beers, go hunting, flirt with women, love guns, cars and cowboy films and still be attracted to men.

That's just fact.

Anywhoo

The earliest instance Dean is shown to express queerness is around S4. (I am not mentioning Cas because I really don't need to to make any of my Dean is bi points) One of my favorite episodes for this is Sex and Violence.

For many reasons.

● The bad guy is established to kill his victims by causing them to fall in love with him which would then allow him to kill them.

And the method used is swapping saliva, so kissing.

So when Dean is put under this trance and Sam finds out that Nick Monroe is the monster they're after he never questions how he his saliva came into contact with Dean. Most likely just assuming and completely okay with the fact that they kissed or engaged in sexual activity.

Also I would like to note that Nick was with Dean at the same time Sam was with the hospital lady.

It's almost as if they both had love interests for the episode.. hmm *strokes not existent beard thoughtfully*

● Another point which is real fact with proof that I can't believe actually exists is that back in 2009 (when the episode came out) the actor who plays Nick Monroe (one of my favorite ppl love him on 9-1-1 Lonestar😍) had and interview or something like that where he admits that upon reading the script he believed his affect over Dean was mean't to be romantic/sexual and not brotherly like the tried to pass it off as.

(You can look up the article on google)

●Lastly, during my rewatch of SPN during each episode I watch I go to IMDB to look and trivia of the episode and or reviews and most the reviews for this episode (Sex and Violence) were about how viewers believed it was mean't to be the start of Dean's bisexuality in the show.

Some of them go into good detail so you should definitely look at them.

S5 enters Dean's 'man crush' on Dr Sexy and scenes such as Dean casually lifting up a blanket to see a guys dick, the scene with 'The Chief' which tbh I just find funny and so forth.

But ignoring all the small moments of bisexual awkwardness I'm gonna jump straight to Dean and Reoccuring Male Characters

● Leo

I'm going to do this in order of Dean's oldest male lovers to newest (with the ommison of Castiel.)

We meet Leo Webb is S15, he's an old 'friend' of Dean's I'm guessing they would have met when Dean was around 23-24.

I love to headcanon that Lee was Dean's first romantic relationship with another man and Lee helped him to be comfortable with himself.

In the episode they are obviously hinted at to have been more than friend and are told that they had fivesome with three triplets meaning they canonically had sex.

This again is something writers did not need to add but I feel as though the only way they could get away with Dean have sex with other man is if they stuck a few women in the middle.

Another moment mentioned was when they reminised about how they got drunk on a hunt (leaving what else could have happened to the viewers imagination)

To be honest I wish Lee was introduced earlier because I love what he adds to Dean's character but I'm surprised they even gave us him at all seeing as I thought s15 was going to be strictly Destiel.

In canon his character was a 7/10

And when left to the imagination or with subtext included 9/10

(Note: I'm going off what I remeber about this episode because I physically and mentally cannot watch s15 again)

●Crowley

Dean hated Crowley until he became a demon which allowed them to become close friends. There isn't much I can say about them because their relationship was not romantic only sexual.

But is VERY canon that they had sex- albeit it was in threesomes, foursomes etc

●Benny

Benny was a vampire. Dean was supposed to hate him but the character was made to act like a rebound for Dean after his fall out with Cas.

(I'm gonna do a proper Destiel take later but just for now I'll mention it.)

It's a common trope in televsion that when a couple breaks up (Dean and Cas) in the following season or episode a new love interest arrives (Benny) to stur things up and crrate a love triangle.

Benny and Dean became very close and whether or not they were aware of their feelings for each other is unknown. But it was incredibly upsetting when Dean was forced to kill the man he clearly had feelings for to save his brother.

Benny was a great character on his own or with Dean and it was such a let down to see him killed so quickly.

●Aaron

Okay this one is a bit funny but let me be CLEAR I don't believe an attraction ever really passed between Aaron and Dean.

Let me explain.

The scene we all know and love where Aaron is tailing Dean and Dean gets all flustered after Aaron lies and says he was hoping to maybe get a date with Dean is amazing.

The bisexual flusteredness of Dean and how he handled it was hilarious.

But in all seriousness I feel like Dean was only so flustered because he was isn't open about what he believes only he knows so Aarons attraction to him caught him off gaurd.

Fun Fact: There is a recording of the SPN writers talking about how they wrote the scene to play on Dean's queer panic and how it could open doors for people to see him as more than just into girls etc

●Arthur Ketch

Okay this one is just for me but OH MY GOD why did Mary have to sleep with Ketch??? Him and Dean could have had the best hate sex ever 😫

Anywayss *wipes tear* here are some honerable mentions.

○Gunner Lawless

First of all SPN KNEW what they were doing when they intercut Sam meeting his first crush (a woman) with Dean meeting his favorite wrestler/obvious crush (A man)

Dean's obsession with Gunner was similar to Sam's and was no different from how anybody else would act around their celebrity crush.

Also they definitely fucked (I know it in my soul.)

○Donnie The Bartender

Okay so we ALL loved when Dean decided to spend his time away from Sam and outside the bunker doing something he found fun.

Eating nachos, hustling rich kids and flirting with the cute bartender.

I wish they interacted more but the single wink has to suffice I guess.

I still have to make a fic where Dean goes home with him bc that totally would have happend.

Oh my gosh I'm so tired so I have to end here

In conclusion Dean Winchester is Bisexual and SPN writers are pussies

Stay tunned for my Destiel part😁

goodnight everybody👋🏾😴

#supernatural #destiel #bisexual dean winchester #bisexuality #benny lafitte #lee webb #castiel #sam winchester #deep dive

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hi can i. can you please map out your bulletin board list on how you think ronance will become endgame. because i also have a bulletin board map in my head and i want to compare notes :)

this is so cute i'd love to! @wrought-tweaks also requested this so :D

im going to first go through all the info i've collected as well as inferred (even though my inferences aren't fact, by any means).

so first, lets consider the undeniable truths. in terms of canonical possibility, i genuinely think ronance's chances are pretty high. not only has robin's sexuality been confirmed - something that rarely ever happens in most shows - but there's also the interviews over the last few weeks that lead me to believe that vickie is probably not going to survive the next volume:

call me pessimistic but i really don't think this is going to end up well. if i were to predict vickie's outcome, i'd say we're going to get confirmation that she is also queer (perhaps through vecna) and then she'll die.

there's also this interview about robin's love life in season 4, whichhhh call me crazy but is kinda???

its obviously not confirming anything but 'a story that gets built' reeks of ronance to me, because i really do NOT see any story happening between her and vickie. vickie's barely even been in the entire season, and robin's screentime has largely revolved around her interactions with nancy. its a little fishy.

so if we're assuming that vickie is dying, and there's going to be a shift of some sort in robin's story, then we also need to consider nancy's whole love triangle going on, which - this is a major source of concern for me tbh. but! let me sprinkle some more interview crumbs that are telling of the possible outcome of that whole mess:

i think it's like 50-60% safe to say stancy won't happen in the end if i were to go off of this, but i'm not the type to put all my eggs in one basket, so - i'm not entirely optimistic about it. what sucks, though, is that i've pretty much scoured the internet over the past month (the autism hit HARD after s4 dropped) and there has been absolutely nothing about jancy's future aside from charlie talking about how jonathon was probably having thoughts about breaking up with nancy. jancy might actually stay strong. still, im trying to look on the bright side :')

there's also this tid-bit from natalia which i might be reading too much into (or i might be overestimating the duffer brothers' attentiveness to her character) but:

like come on. this shit reeks of the whole murray scene where he's like "you like steve. but you don't love steve." tell me not?? i feel like it'd be a little redundant to have her going for steve or jonathon when they've both done very questionable things over the last few seasons. realistically though, her answer leans more towards stancy not happening rather then jancy not happening. jancy has been holding up pretty strong overall, which - good for jancy nation tbh but i don’t exactly think jonathon is the best partner to her either considering the incident with him taking photos. call me crazy but if i were screenwriting nancy’s love story i would be taking this into consideration. who knows, though.

now, all the interviews and articles aside, i'm just gonna be real with you and say i really find it hard to believe nancy would go back to steve. she has been wronged by him and she has wronged him, too. not only that but i think she might connect him to her guilt over barb's death, which i posted abt before. if i were to predict the outcome of that whole weird tension between them during volume 1, i'm betting my money that it's not going to go anywhere.

jancy, on the other hand? iiiii don't know. i think jancy is really one of the only things holding ronance back from actually sprouting and becoming something canon. what i WILL say though is that if nancy were to see jonathon now, and who he has become as a character, i rlly doubt she’s going to look at him and be like “yeah i want to continue dating him” lol

that aside, if we're talking my predictions for ronance if they were to actually, really happen, i don't think it's going to happen this season. in a perfect world where things went like how they do in my insane little head, i think there'd be a few embers of something more in the second volume, but nothing would be acted upon just because it'd be too poorly timed for both of their characters. robin is best friends with steve, who's clearly not over nancy/has some sort of residual connection to her that he might be confusing as romantic, so her feelings might be stifled by that. nancy is still with jonathon, and even though the two of them are struggling relationship-wise, its all just too vague to make out what will happen with them. still, if some mutual interest were to be hinted at in vol2, it'd probably be a while until they come together. it might even be right up to the end of the show until we see anything come to fruition in my opinion.

i'd probably be able to tell you my sure-fire prediction for their potential future after volume 2, just because we'll definitely get a solid answer for nancy's whole love triangle fiasco by the end. either way, robin's whole love progression that has been alluded to is verryyyy suspicious and nancy's love life is just entirely too shaky for jancy or stancy to hold up.

pls feel free to dm me/submit your own bulletin board to my inbox if you'd like! i love hearing other people's opinions/predictions/theories for robin and nancy, both individually and as a pairing. ty for giving me an excuse to basically info dump sjkskjgjk <33333333

#stranger things #st #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington

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destinyc1020 · 8 months

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Why do you think directors don’t take an interest in Tom? Finding out now that Paul Ling has no input in Fred Astaire is giving me TCR vibes. Like though I love the show, my biggest gripe is that the show had four directors with different tones and multiple writers when it really needed one director who had a deep interest with working with Tom and Akiva.

Even the press for TCR was weird to me because no one other that Tom and the few core cast promoted the show. Not even Brady Corbet, yet he hired Emma Laird for his next film. Do ppl hate Tom like what did he do?????

Im only asking because all actors in Tom’s age range have directors who want to work with them. For Tom’s end it’s silent. I never read young up and coming directors speak anon his talent. Just fans tbh.

I thought it was just because he did marvel but, a lot of actors have done marvel and still have directors interested in them. Like the daughter in barbie was in a marvel film. Heck Simu was in Barbie! I’m sorry for my rant. It really irritated me that Paul King has no interest in Tom other than fulfilling an obligation to Sony. I thought he would help write the script or produce at least. End of my rant lol

Why do you think directors don’t take an interest in Tom?

Anon, I love how you started off with a FALSE statement, and then proceed to base your entire argument in your ask on this FALSE statement.

Directors LOVE Tom. Why else do you think he keeps getting roles??

How does the rest of the cast not promoting the film equal people hating Tom?? Explain that one to me Anon, cuz I don't get your reasoning here. People must hate Amanda too, cuz she promoted the film as well? 🥴

Maybe they weren't called in to promote! Tom is the STAR of the show. I would think it would be more of an insult if he's the lead, and they interviewed everyone BUT him! Tom was also not only the lead, but also an EP on TCR. What were you expecting?? 🥴 Tom and Amanda are (no offense) the BIGGEST stars of that series. Why waste time interviewing actors for a series who most probably don't even recognize? (Again, no offense to the rest of the cast, cuz they were great!)

Like though I love the show, my biggest gripe is that the show had four directors with different tones and multiple writers when it really needed one director who had a deep interest with working with Tom and Akiva.

This isn't anything NEW Anon. This is actually pretty typical for a series. There can be various directors for a variety of reasons. I'm shocked you didn't know this?? 🥴 Doing TV is not like doing film where there's typically one director for the whole entire project. A series is different! Usually much more fast-paced as well.

And that's GREAT for them! But that doesn't mean that Tom doesn't have directors who want to work with him. Like, wth?? 🥴 Are you Tom's agent? Are you TOM? The answer is NO to both of those questions. You don't know what Tom has coming! He has probably been negotiating something even PRIOR to the strikes that you don't even know anything about.

Tom has had PLENTY of directors speak on his talent. What are you talking about??

I JUST posted an article that Akiva just did, and he PRAISED Tom in TCR! Maybe you all just don't read what I post lol 😅 (Which is fine), But at least don't your homework first before spouting WRONG information. 😒

Huh??? Seriously.... What does Barbie have to do with what TOM wants to do as far as projects?? 🥴

I’m sorry for my rant. It really irritated me that Paul King has no interest in Tom other than fulfilling an obligation to Sony. I thought he would help write the script or produce at least. End of my rant lol

Ugh...you know what... I give up.....

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Hi! I just wanted to say that I finally watched that deleted scene of Michael and Kay prank calling Tom from a hotel and I adored it! I was smiling the whole time and thought that the two were very cute together. Imo that one short scene contained more love/chemistry than the whole Sicily sequence and I wish it was kept in the film. I’ve come to realize how ridiculous the Kay slander really is and how uncomfortable a lot of takes about the film in general have made me. I even saw someone claim that she’s just as bad as the mobsters for getting the abortion 😬. Luckily I found a great article online written in Kay’s defense that I think does a great job summarizing her perspective!

Link: https://nicolesanacore.medium.com/in-defense-of-kay-corleone-87265a2cfb60

Also on the topic of Michael and Kay, I wanted to add that the song Made in the USA by Demi Lovato reminds me of their relationship ^^. Anyway sorry for the long ask and hope you have a good day! 😅

Hiii, sweet anon!! 🥰 Omg yes, that's my favourite since from the first film even if it's technically deleted off of some versions! I love it soooo much! 💖 It's Michael and Kay FOREVER to me. 😭 And I ABSOLUTELY agree with you over the Sicily sequence. In that hotel scene alone we see so much fluff, love, intimacy, the snuggling, Michael smiling at Kay while she's talking to Tom on the phone 😩🥺...!! So many things!

That was one of the first articles I ever read when my hyperfixation for TGF started!! 👀 NOTHING BUT FACTS!

I've been a Kay stan from the moment I watched The Godfather and have always loved her and her character. ❤ She's honestly a very misunderstood and hated character which is so weird to me because the opinions I hear online/on TGF video clips are always misogynistic, hating Kay for standing up for herself/leaving Michael as if Michael's actually a good person...lmao. 💀

I also really wish people would stop comparing Kay and Apollonia all the time; they're literally two different people who played two completely different roles in Michael's lives and impacted him greatly. Sadly with a lot of Kay slander/hate like a good 80% of the time, Kay is hated while Apollonia's praised for being submissive...wishing to give Michael babies, etc, a lot of cringe, disgusting, misogynistic traits some people have been assigning Apollonia like...do you hear yourselves? Yikes. 😬 I also think we can appreciate and analyze both characters without tearing them down (mostly Kay in this case). Kay is also so much more of a developed character in the book too, which I wish we saw in the film because she's almost a completely different person!

Kay is, if anything, one of the most good natured characters in the entire film. From start to finish, she loved Michael and only wanted the best for him and his family, but when he continued to lie to her, put her and her children's life in danger and was all nonchalant about it, you know miss Kay had the right to ask if Michael was a sociopath or what... Michael was SELFISH. 😭 He didn't give a shit about anyone except for himself in TGF1 & Part II.

Kay had all the right to leave Michael's ass imo. I love Michael for so many reasons and he's the blorbo of my blorbos, but I know he's not a good person (nor will I pretend he is lol), the atrocities definitiely make him interesting but he wasn't a great father and not a good husband either. 😩💔 As for the abortion Kay had, tbh I think a vast majority of some people's opinions on it is coming from their own personal opinion of whether they generally support abortion or not. It's always "she killed a baby", it's never considering the context, what happened to her, or anything else, really... Kay is not worse than a mobster for having an abortion. 💀 People just hate strong, independent women like her especially against Michael when Kay wasn't afraid to talk her shit and point out what Michael was doing and who he was becoming.

My bad for the equally long response... 🤣❤ But I love mini discussions like this!! Thank you for your ask! 🥰💖 I'll definitely give that song a listen too!

THEM, THEM, THEM! ❤❤❤

#the godfather #kay adams

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🤧 it makes me so happy you read all that! i always read a lot of nonfiction and watch many documentaries but it's hard to predict who might find what interesting so when i saw how much i wrote...😂

yeah, we lost our independence for 123 years and it was a truly wild period in our history. idk what to you read but did the article mention that our last king and catherine the great were lovers? and yet she still backstabbed him and invaded our country. if it didn't cost us so much, i'd say it was very girlboss of her lmao.

but yeah, france was actually the country which many polish people emigrated to. chopin was obviously the most famous one of them but countless writers, artists, scientists etc etc also had to do that and france offered them shelter. it was obviously a very dark period in our history but an incredibly fascinating one as well. we're also probably the only country that sees ww1 as something positive because it gave us our independence back - a whole 20 years of it before hitler invaded us! 😂

of course I'd read it all !!! I like details about history especially when they randomly come up like this. weirdly I often go on random wikipedia searches about details I come across in novels or shows but I don't watch/read a lot of lengthy non-fiction stuff like books or documentaries. but I'm really into fashion/fashion history and I have read/watch a lot of stuffs about that so I also have a lot of knowledge I feel like I don't really know what to do with! (I liked doing my master thesis because it meant I could go on and on about my subject of choice and discuss it with people lol)

omg no wikipedia did not tell me about catherine the great's involvement (there was so much happening after the creation of the Congress Kingdom that I didn't think to go back before)!! but also not surprised, it sounds very like her (I actually started watching the show about her - which of course made me go and read about her life before even finishing it lol-I need to pick it up again)

yeah I read that thousands of Polish people had to flee the country and especially artists and intellectuals and it's quite ironic that they found refuge in Paris and freedom there since they had been invaded by napoleon not long ago by then, but tbh we also had a lot of revolutions - although mostly against ourselves- at the time so it made sense to be sympathetic to the polish people. it's kind of weird to think of Paris as this sort of haven and safe space for immigrants because a lot has changed since then but also omg I'm ashamed to say I thought chopin was austrian???? where did I get that???

yeah I noticed that while reading about the independence, you guys had a very short window of time to enjoy it when you first had it!! before germany and then russia back again and then back to independence. makes think that there must be quite a big divide between the different generations in terms of how they see their national identity and values etc

also random info : I only personally know two polish people (you and another girl I also met on tumblr) and you're both called anna!

#taeminnomuyeppeo #mutuals #i've got mail

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drive fast, uncle daniel | daniel ricciardo

GIF credit to @iguessricciardo

hi pals! hope you’re all well. i was at the aus gp last weekend and then came down with covid (boo), but my brain couldn’t stop thinking about the cutest lil moment between daniel and his niece we saw thanks to mclaren unboxed. i found one article where her name was mentioned as isabella, so i’ve gone with that in this story. enjoy, let me know what you think! Huge shout out to @esmex44 for beta-reading for me xoxo

word count: 2.5k words

warnings: none, it’s pretty fluffy tbh

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To say you were nervous would be an understatement. The Australian Grand Prix was finally returning to Melbourne for the first time since the pandemic began, which meant that for the first time in your relationship with Daniel, you’d get to see him at his home race. You’d been dating on and off for the past few years, but things became a bit more serious when you’d been able to relocate to Europe permanently, and see each other a lot more often. You’d attended more than your fair share of race weekends, but you knew that the Australian GP would be different. You could sense it in the nervous energy Daniel was exuding in the weeks before he flew over to see his family for a visit before the race, and you could tell from the buzz on social media that this race weekend was going to be quite unlike any other you’d been to before.

When your flight landed in Melbourne, you were astounded by how busy the airport was. It was filled with people in F1 merch; and Daniel’s face was everywhere. On billboards, on the TV screens at baggage claim, on the side of taxis as you awaited your Uber outside. You knew Daniel was beloved in his home country, but this was next level. The pressure he must be feeling to do well was starting to creep in and you started to feel slightly nauseous at the thought.

This would also be the first race weekend you’d attended along with Daniel’s family. You’d met his parents once, in the summer, when they came to Monaco; they’d loved you and it was a fabulous trip filled with laughter and delicious meals. Daniel’s sister Michelle hadn’t been able to make that trip, so instead you’d only ever met her via FaceTime, accompanied by Isaac and Isabella, Daniel’s nephew and niece. They seemed like a bit of a handful, just like their uncle, but you were so excited to finally meet them in person over the Aus GP weekend, despite how crazy it was bound to be.

It was late by the time you made it to the hotel, and you were able to collect the spare keycard left for you at reception without too much fuss. You felt the exhaustion of the travel day start to overcome you as you stepped into the elevator and leaned up against the wall; a small smile on your face when you realised you’d be reunited with your love in a matter of moments.

You were struggling down the hotel hallway with your suitcase and carry-on bag, trying to remember what room number you were supposed to be looking for. A door just ahead of you swung open to reveal a cosy-looking Daniel, hair messy, clad in a purple hoodie and his favourite grey trackies, a smile on his face (like always).

“There she is. My favourite girl.” Daniel smirked, opening up his arms for you to fall into.

“That’s strange,” You looked around, feigning confusion. “I don’t see your mum anywhere…”

Daniel snorted with laughter, before pulling you into his warm embrace and pressing kisses on your forehead and both of your cheeks, before finally meeting your lips.

“Hi.” You whispered, resting your forehead against his. Daniel responded with another kiss, before leaning back on the open door behind him and ushering you inside while he grabbed your suitcase from the hallway.

“Come on, you. Shower and then bed. We’ve got some catching up to do.”

–

The next morning, you awoke to the sound of Daniel’s alarm and him groaning as he rolled over to turn it off.

“I don’t wanna.” Daniel whined into your neck, snuggling himself back into your side.

“You don’t wanna what? Get up? Or go racing in front of thousands of adoring fans who are in love with you?” You teased, running your hands through the curls at the nape of Daniel’s neck.

“Wanna go racing, don’t wanna leave you.” He murmured, starting to press kisses up your neck and into the spot behind your ear. You knew Danny Ric’s moves by now, and you also knew they were going to make you both late to breakfast with his family. Reluctantly, you wriggled out from underneath Daniel’s grasp, and sat up on your side of the bed.

“Come on, sunshine. We’ve got a busy day ahead!” You tried to sound cheerful, but honestly, staying in bed sounded better to you as well.

The nerves you thought you’d overcome were starting to creep back in, and you could feel the lump in your throat starting to rise. You busied yourself with getting ready for the day, pulling on the black sundress you’d chosen to wear and putting on some makeup, and making sure you had everything you needed in your handbag (including a few small gifts to try and win some favour with a certain someone’s favourite niece and nephew).

Daniel had showered and was doing some warm up stretches when you asked him to help with your necklace, hoping he wouldn’t notice your shaking hands that had prevented you from fastening the clasp yourself. He didn’t say anything, but he did pull your back into his chest once he’d put the necklace on you.

“Stop stressing, babe. They’re gonna love you. It’s going to be fine.” Daniel pressed a kiss to your cheek, squeezing your shoulders in reassurance. Deep down, you knew he was right, but it didn’t stop you from feeling nervous about spending time with his family, especially alone while he was out on the track doing his thing. But first, breakfast.

–

McLaren had booked out a private room in the hotel for the team to have their breakfast in, complete with personal chefs and breakfast foods made to order. Isabella and Isaac spotted Daniel as soon as you both walked in and came running over, both demanding hugs from their favourite (and only) uncle, who happily obliged. Dan managed to pick Isaac up in one arm and Isabella in the other as he made his way over to the table where his parents and sister were sitting, sipping coffees and chatting with Michael. You quietly followed, not quite sure of yourself all of a sudden.

Grace stood up and called your name with delight, pulling you in for a warm hug that instantly put your nerves at ease. Joe and Michelle followed with more hugs and greetings, and you laughed as Michael offered you his customary fist-bump. You settled in at the table and ate some breakfast while you caught up on everything; their flight over from Perth, how Isaac was going at school, Isabella’s latest skill (apparently cartwheels?) and how everyone was feeling about the upcoming race weekend.

You noticed that Daniel wasn’t saying much, but when you glanced over, it was obvious as to why. Isabella had perched herself on Daniel’s lap, and was hand-feeding him toast. Isaac had lost interest and was colouring in a picture instead, but every so often Dan would poke his cheek or ruffle his hair and Isaac would giggle in return. It warmed your heart to see Daniel so at ease, so at home in his surroundings. Usually on a race weekend, he was quiet and reserved in the lead up to quali and the race, but at least this time you could tell he was happier than he’d been in a while. You knew that during lockdown, one of Daniel’s biggest worries was everything he was missing out on with his niece and nephew growing so fast, so it was so sweet to see them reunited once more and so connected with each other.

After breakfast, everyone piled into various vehicles to travel to the track together. Isabella had to be pried out of Daniel’s arms into Grace’s so she could be put into her carseat in the other car; Daniel’s hand found yours briefly before he bid you farewell and jumped into his car with Michael to head into the track via the main entrance. Daniel knew that the Melbourne Walk, where all the fans could meet the drivers, would be absolutely insane, and he didn’t want to subject anyone else to that, especially not you, or Isabella or Isaac, so he organised for you to go through a separate entrance.

You made your way to the McLaren hospitality area of the paddock soon after arriving, and set up camp at one of the outside tables at Grace’s request. It was a beautiful sunny day, after all, plus it gave Isaac and Isabella some room to run around without getting into anyone’s way. At first, Isabella was disappointed that no one wanted to join her in doing as many cartwheels as possible, but she shrieked with joy when Lando and Andreas applauded her efforts on their way past. Lando also fist-bumped you with a wink, remembering your conversation last season about how nervous you’d been feeling about this particular weekend.

You felt more and more at ease as the day progressed. Daniel’s family were so easy to get along with, and everyone in the McLaren camp were so accommodating and friendly. Michael came out to chat with you while Daniel was in a pre-qualifying engineering meeting, talking about how crazy the fans had been upon their arrival at the track earlier in the day. Isabella looked up from her toys on the grass when Michael arrived and clambered up into your lap, keen to be a part of the action. You tried not to freak out too much when the 3 year old snuggled into you, but on the inside your heart was bursting. Her blonde curls were much like her uncle’s, and she giggled when you brushed your hand through them at the nape of her neck.

The sweet interaction was short-lived, however; Isabella launched herself out of your lap in a flash when Daniel finally emerged from the team headquarters, his headphones on and his race suit tied around his waist as he headed out to quali. He crouched down as Isabella came over to him and flung her tiny arms around his neck, refusing to let go.

Everyone nearby cooed at the adorable moment, and Michael chimed in to prompt Isabella with what she wanted to say to Daniel (as she’d been practicing earlier).

“Drive fast, Unca Daniel.” Isabella said, her eyes wide with excitement and nerves from everyone suddenly looking at her.

“Aw, thanks.” Daniel responded, his large hands tickling his niece’s sides. “I’m gonna go real fast. I’m gonna go so fast.”

They nuzzled noses briefly, before Daniel pressed a kiss to Isabella’s forehead and stood back up. Isaac came over and offered Daniel his hand, which soon turned into their secret handshake, much to Isaac’s delight. Daniel kissed his mum on the cheek, ruffled his sister’s hair (much to Michelle’s yelp of protest) and pecked you on the lips, before heading off into the garage with Michael following close behind.

Your attention soon turned to the screens as the qualifying session got underway. Isabella had climbed back into your lap and was happily colouring in a picture, unaware of how stressed you were feeling. Grace reached across the table and squeezed your hand, a knowing smile on her face.

“Trust me, it doesn’t get easier. The more you love them, the harder it is. But at least we can suffer together.” She smiled ruefully, as Michelle laughed at her quip.

Daniel made good on his promise to his niece, and drove faster than he had all season, managing to qualify in 7th. Lando was in 4th, and you were starting to have some hope that this race would finally be a good one for the boys in papaya.

Isaac and Isabella had smothered their uncle with hugs and kisses as soon as he’d emerged from all of the post-qualifying meetings and press commitments, and they cheered when Daniel announced it was time to go back to the hotel. Daniel held their hands in his on the walk to the carpark, and you noticed the trademark smile on his face when Isabella insisted you hold her other hand so she could swing between you as she walked.

It was a quiet car ride back, and Daniel insisted on holding your hand on the walk through the hotel lobby. You weren’t an overly PDA couple, so it was the little things like this that made you feel that extra little bit of love and appreciation.

Daniel insisted on showering alone, much to your disappointment (something about the “no sex on race weekends isn’t a thing anymore but it is when my parents are in the same building as me and especially when they’re in a room down the hall”), so you took your time in getting ready for bed. You picked out a DR3 shirt from Dan’s suitcase to sleep in, took your jewellery off, and applied moisturiser to your face and neck while you waited for Daniel to be done in the bathroom.

You were standing at the window, looking out at the illuminated city view, when Daniel emerged, a towel around his shoulders and trackies sitting loosely on his hips. You heard him padding across the carpet towards you, but he stopped suddenly, and you heard the crinkling of paper.

“What’s this, love?” Dan asked, as you turned and saw him holding up a piece of paper that had fallen out of your handbag.

“Oh, just something Isabella drew during quali. It’s a family portrait, I think she said.” You were trying to act nonchalant while you waited for Daniel to notice the detail about the picture that had made your heart burst when Isabella had proudly gifted it to you and explained every part.

“A family portrait, hey? Well, would you look at that…” Dan sauntered over to you and wrapped his arms around you, nestling his head in the crook of your neck as he held the picture in front of both of you.

“Guess it’s official then. I might have some competition as Isa’s favourite.” Daniel mused, slowly tracing the picture that showed all of his beloved family members, including the newest edition who was wearing a black sundress and holding hands with the little girl with the blonde curls in the picture.

“Yeah, you’d better watch out mate. I’ve got a pretty decent cartwheel to win her over with tomorrow.” You teased, elbowing Daniel’s side.

“Yeah? Let’s see it then.” Daniel smirked, stepping out of your embrace and crossing his arms.

“Show me the shit cartwheel, and then I’ll show you how flexible you can be, with my assistance…” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, earning a laugh before you launched yourself at him and you both fell backwards onto the bed.

You were breathless with laughter for a moment, until silence settled in the room and you rolled over to face one another.

“I told you they’d love you.” Daniel murmured, reaching up to brush a piece of hair out of your eyes. You simply smiled in response, unable to put your feelings into words. Being here, with Daniel, with those he loved more than anything in the world, at his home race, it just felt… right.

“I mean,” he continued, “how could they not? Because I fuckin’ love you, sweetheart. So much.”

His face was serious now, studying yours with an intensity you’d hadn’t often seen before.

“I love you too, darling. Even if you think my cartwheels are shit.”

#my writing #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fic

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fairytheo · 3 years

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enhypen as your boyfriend.

boyfriend!enhypen x gen!reader. fluff. 1.9k. curse words. mention of bugs, food. not requested.

🐈 ⸝⸝ HEESEUNG ˙𐃷˙

super-duper caring !!

he’s so whipped for you — he smiles just by thinking about you

also very giggly around you

LOVES lending you his beanies

(aka. you stealing them..)

+ you steal his earrings as well ! not that he minds

absolutely adores singing for you / he loves singing you to sleep :D

hold up, is being heeseung’s s/o just being his personal ramen cook 🤨🤨

he aaalwaays bugs you to play games with him (especially wii and nintendo switch lmao)

either that or you’re playing animal crossing while eating takeout at your dinner table

you’re the only person in the world who he’ll ever do aegyo for.

he secretly enjoys it, but shhh you didn’t hear that from me

i think he likes calling you names like cutie, cutiepie or just a shorter version of your name <3 (if there is one !)

booping your nose is on his everyday to do list ☝️

lowkey therapist & boyfriend in one ngl

WAIT he loves making playlists for you two,,

“y/n! i made another playlist, do you wanna listen to it? i made it while thinking of you.” <//3

the type to write cheesy lyrics about you, then later cringes at his own writing bUT then leaves it like that because you like it !

you have his cover of lauv’s “i’m so tired” either set as your alarm or play it on loop everyday

(random but for some reason i can picture him giving you a cassette with his cover on it just for the vintage vibes)

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAY ˙𐃷˙

the mom-and-boyfriend in one ;]

f a s h i o n c o u p l e

you are literally fashion icons. no disagreements.

you have matching clothes or accessories ! even if it’s really subtle, the gesture behind it is super adorable <//3

cooking pt. 2 :D but this time there’s a gorden ramsay in your relationship

i can just SEE how you both two impersonate gorden ramsay while cooking which makes everything 10 times funnier !! checks every 5 seconds if the food is ready tho because he doesn’t wanna risk anything

never cleans up afterwards, either you do or no one does

since you’re both fashion icons your social media followers are going 📈📈📈

literally couple goals.

he loves taking pictures of you,, but also wants you to take pictures of him

jay gets flustered easily so please make him flustered with sudden compliments, hugs, kisses, etc. !!

he’s also the only member i can really see calling you babe

confident but shy about pda at the same time ??? he’s both LOL

you always tease him with his RAS moments and randomly quote them when you’re in the middle of a conversation with him lmao

random and idk if this fits here, but he likes making your lunch — leaves you encouraging notes too <3

last but not least: jokingly gets angry at you when he wants something from you, and you do the same thing back ♡

🐈 ⸝⸝ JAKE ˙𐃷˙

sweetest and softest boyfriend to ever exist. i’m so soft for him JSHSHS

definitely calls you sweetie and darling. 100%. fight me if you think otherwise.

shows you pics of layla everyday (it’s become routine for him >_<)

a tiny bit cliché BUT lends you his jacket whenever you’re cold (even when you’re inside !!)

random thought: jake puts his hands in your hoodie pockets...

💔💔💔

it’s his personal goal to peck your cheek and forehead at least twice a day — gets pouty if he wasn’t able to do that ))):::

talks in english a lot because you love his accent !!

if you’re an english speaker, you’ll have conversations in english all. the. time.

if you’re not an english speaker, no worries, he’ll teach you !

+ reads you bedtime stories in english (jake’s australian accent >>>)

dreams of travelling with you to australia <33

if there’s a bug in the house you better know that jake will NOT be removing them and runs out of the house

WILL stay over at one of the other member’s houses untill that bug is REMOVED .

so if you’re afraid of bugs as well,,, i’m sorry bae, but it’ll be your task to remove these little... creatures 😐

ngl you have more photos of layla than of him on your phone lol

(spams you with her pictures and captions them with “y/n!!! look!!! layla with a flower!!!! layla with a butterfly!!!!” it’s just so sweet aaa)

we need some “””drama””” so you make jokes about him being a “🥶💸🔥💪” boy a lot in your relationship LMAO

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNGHOON ˙𐃷˙

ice skating dates.

this has been mentioned in other headcanons a lot already but i just HAD to include it,,

convinces you to eat ice cream after your date LOL even if it IS winter

btw. fashion couple nr. 2 !!!

MIRROR SELCAS

ugh the visuals and the power you two hold,,,, i can’t,,,,,

has better clothes than you ngl so you share clothes lmao

it started with him lending you his sweatpants, but then you didn’t want to return them forgot to return them and BOOM 💥 here we are

extremely awkward and shy at first — don’t worry though, he becomes much more chaotic in the later phases of your relationship

he teases you SO MUCH. LIKE. SO MUCH.

always has small smile (smirk?) on his face when he’s about to make a cocky remark (so beware)

you tease him back just twice as hard which 1.) results in him in becoming flustered 2.) fails LOL

off-topic but he’d love a s/o that has a similar style to him ??? a more elegant, classy, dark style perhaps

when he’s away / busy he’ll send you some selcas and captions them with “how r u doing??” “did you eat yet?” “cheer up :P”

kinda shy about pda but likes showing off too ???

i mean,, men... 🙄🙄 /lh

whenever someone mentions your name near him, he’ll just try to hide his smile while biting his lip (yk what i’m talking about???) and you’ll see his dimples and the affectionate look in his eyes and just AAAAA

the type of boyfriend that calls you love~

🐈 ⸝⸝ SUNOO ˙𐃷˙

skin care routines with sunoo 24/7 🤝

he does your hair (if your hair is long enough to do different hairstyles with it ofc !!)

send you daily weekly skin care products he thinks you two should try out / that’d be good for your skin <3

spa nights every friday at 9pm — he only lets you in if you wear a stylish pyjama LOL

you buy him peach items because they just remind you so much of him (｡•́︿•̀｡)

SELCA TIME !!! his phone is always ready !!! (apart from his storage maybe?)

PARTICIPATES IN SELCA DAYS OF YOUR FAVOURITE IDOLS AAA

loves to go on walks w u

does A LOT of aegyo,,

and i know that you knew that this point will be in this headcanon.

for eg. instead of saying goodnight or bye he’ll just do aegyo for you not that anyone minds tbh

stages of sunoo flirting (?):

a — tries to compliment you (it sounds more like a flirty remark tbh)

b — realizes then blushes

c — cringes and runs away LMAO

playfully acts jealous, so you know it’s a joke but deep down he’s actually jealous

you two match each others vibes a lot — if one is sad, the other is sad as well

+ tells you your posture is bad when you sit like a banana or tells you to go to sleep early and when you don’t listen to him, he’ll show you an article that proves that (abc) and (xyz) is bad for you and says “i told you so.” 💀

🐈 ⸝⸝ JUNGWON ˙𐃷˙

impresses you by doing kicks (does the kick cap challenge on tiktok and/or you play kick it by nct 127 for the funzies)

poking his dimple is a MUST . 😩😩

though gets super shy when you kiss him and also if you buy him gifts !!

cheers you up whenever you feel down or are upset

compliments you a ton ))): will randomly come up to you and tell you that your fit is cute or that you look brighter today,,, little does he know it's because of him ;]

HUGS!HUGS!HUGS

poking his dimple comes first, then hugging

the other members tease you two everytime you’re over LOL it’s like there are two koalas clinging onto each other

our yang garden gained another sheep +1

you two randomly play sheep,,,, like,,, everyday ???? sheep cosplays 👍

idk why ig it’s just fun to imitate sheep and go “mmmeEeEeeEhh” to annoy others

talking of that, even THOUGH he is a responsible leader he will not hesitate to do stupid shit with you

“hey how about we ring on that house there and yell “sheep for sale!” do you think they’ll open the door?”

“i don’t know... let’s find out!” 🤝

let’s just say that this didn’t end well..

also kinda bullies you (in a loving way ofc !!) pand teases you nonstop

either calls you asshole or love aHA

in conclusion: a very unpredictable relationship,, would 10/10 recommend.

very random but i feel like his love language is acts of service

🐈 ⸝⸝ NI-KI ˙𐃷˙

oh look it’s our tsundere 😼

can’t go a day without dancing so you two have vibing sessions at 2am everyday ft. the others telling you to go to bed

you’re the only one that can make him soft lol

if you’re older than him, you would definitely take care of him like your own baby !!

if you are the same age as him or younger it’d be awkward for him at first, because he isn’t used to taking care of someone younger, so he’d treat you as if you were his best friend at the beginning

you love to watch him dance !! it’s so satisfying,, LITERAL asmr.

pranks you 24/7. boy has NO mercy. will not care if the others will scold him later. he will do the prank smoothly (?) — doesn’t care about the consequences LMAO

probably sets your alarm to someone screaming or a cringy aegyo song <//3

wants to film dance covers with you !! you don’t have to be the best dancer either !! as long as you have fun ^__^

the other members find you really cute but are also vERY TIRED OF YOU,, two energized teens in a relationship was not a good idea ☝️

likes to randomly hold your hand and swing it around

probably distant at the beginning of the relationship because a.) he doesn’t want to pressure you/make things awkward b.) he doesn’t really know what to do either ???

(if you’re not japanese or don’t know how to speak japanese) he’ll definitely teach you some japanese phrases and words !! introduce you to his culture as well :DD and he really wants to know more about your culture too <3

teaches you phrases like “sunoo is a dumbass” for the funzies LOL

randomly makes micheal jackson impressions,,, it’s hilarious LMFAO

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jjheejz · 3 years

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About Internet Water Army in the case

This is an ongoing update about the case from start to development. List of all related posts can be found on this blog's pinned post (link provided at bottom of each post as well).

19 August 2021 update: Added the scale of his success for reference, before bonus below

18 August 2021 update: Added timeline of events, orange title in post, found out the official English term for Immoral Media = Internet Water Army)

Major updates since first draft: Added bonus, added disclaimer, certain info details

Originally posted on 16 August 2021

[The purpose of this post is to provide a perspective as to why the Media is raised/blamed regarding the issue. Especially for international fans, as all the encounters happened on Weibo. Also, those who were on weibo, do read through if you will. So although it's lengthy, do try to read all, at least if not the last two parts].

The Media referred by most, is not the common perception of the Entertainment Industry (celebrities, directors, shows, channels, staff etc), but the dark side of the Entertainment industry: Antis, toxic fans, toxic marketing accounts. They are called Internet Water Army💧.

Toxic Marketing Accounts is one of the things they do, these accounts on Weibo has millions of followers, each of their post likes are in the hundred thousands (buyable) to give credibility to passer-bys. Some use similar names to Official accounts, some use similar logos. Their posts are usually subjective or aims to steer view points of a certain celebrity/movie/show. Before the latest update of this post (18.08.21), I just group them all together and term them as Immoral Media*.

*Below is my original post using my original term because at point of first draft, I did not know the official term (so have changed/added the term from Immoral Media to Internet Water Army in content below but retain the content based off first draft).

If you have chased before celebrities, or just simply passed by an article about certain celebrities, recall how some title that caught your attentions were like. Clickbaits is one of the many things they do. If GZ is your first and you do not have Weibo, then this read(link) is good enough.

Just as the term Immoral Media (Internet Water Army), it’s immoral and unethical, but they exists because they are paid to do so. Who pays them? Entertainment Companies, and maybe other Organisations

Normal Media/Marketing vs Immoral Media/Toxic Marketing/Internet Water Army

When a show or movie comes out, the normal Marketing department will generate outreach and buzz so that people know a show is airing soon/know the show exists etc. Official announcements are not enough, because there isn’t much context (limited content to put up as well) so having some other Marketing accounts do the buzz in a planned period to gain awareness through posts, some articles about the casts, the plot summary, the production details etc is normal. This is Marketing, bigger companies will probably have stronger Marketing departments (aka influence) and can hire more Marketing accounts to generate buzz. Celebrities (aka casts) themselves, are also Marketing point.

Then we have the Internet Water Army/Immoral Media, these are what they mainly do:

Create Fanfiction-rumors: Creating rumors about celebrities to shift audience perception of them. [eg. XX was seen with XX leaving a hotel, XX was drunk on Event Y and did ZZZ to AA, XX is dating BB and has been in a relationship for N years etc]

Honing their brain degrading skills: Come up with titled clickbait headings/ trending topics with negative written contents. For articles, exceptionally out of heading content related to the celebrity. [Refer to Baidu, it’s a winner of these, feel free to Google Translate]

Regressing their common sense and understanding skills: Take everything a celebrity does completely out of context in a negative way and create a topic out of it [eg. XX said AA is a ---, “XX raised his finger, a sign of ---?”, XX pushed BB aggressively on Variety Show Y - A competition variety show, XX is in beef with CC because XX was caught giving CC the eye]

Using their fingers to stir shit and bathe each other in it: Escalate all smallest form of possible tension created by fans/themselves into a huge thing by acting as the fandom's fans/lurk in fandom chat groups, and voicing their disguised opinion to spread tension/exaggerate severity of the issue [eg. XX fans mocked AA - in groupchats: tbh I've never liked AA before, AA just gives off a vibe that I dont like and now this? It just disgusts me even more > Yea, i feel this way too. AA has problems / XX Lurkers expressing views on XX about NN, slowly to NNMHFXW - XX did NNMHGT - I cannot accept NNmHfHw, I'm leaving = multiply by 1000++]

Epitome of a self-deteriorate: Creating something out of nothing and react to that something negatively to gain massive attention/reaction [eg. “XX raised his hand on show Y” - dk what XX fans are thinking, are they literally blind? XX fans are tasteless just like XX hahaha / “XX did community service” - they are acting / “XX breathed” - From the start, i thought XX was NN, but I am so ZZZ that XX breathed. Goodbye fandom, i’m leaving. Those who still want to stay I urge you to rethink your life choices] - if I may add, Xiao Zhan’s fanfiction case as well.

Metaphor - Ability to use bare hands to collect paychecks from the urinal/toilet bowl where their boss/client peed in: Doing all of the above.

Apologies for any term offense, but not apologetic of the term context. This is what they do for a living. Any normal human being who do not like anything, will generally not be interested at anything about it in the first place, so to have some antis/toxic fans knowing certain things and inside jokes/references in their posts questions their goal.

On involved in Internet Water Army/Immoral Media 💧

Fans on weibo during these few months witnessed many of the above on GZ. From rumored girlfriend (spammed with articles) to mean and nasty comments on trending topics, to bouts of insults and fake emotional cryouts by certain fan accounts that GZ's office has to release a number of Lawyer’s letter to them.

Aside from WOH there were also a few other BL adaptation films that were actually released this year but they did not reach exponential success like WOH. BL adaptations are so highly followed by because this is the key to wealth. Literally. Successful BLs like The Untamed and Dao Mu Bi Ji saw the amount of wealth fans are willing to spend on the celebrity as compared to say BG or idols (younger fan groups). This is why when WOH shot up exponentially, Immoral Media start to sweat.

Major anticipated adaptations were supposed to air this year eg. Hao Yi Xing(HYX), Sha Po Lang(SPL) etc but was severely held back due to the stricter change in BL adaptations submitting their scripts for approval regulations (WOH manage to submit earlier before the change). Because of this, most final films were rejected and they have to keep re-editing, by then WOH was already months into reaping tonnes of major brand endorsements, shows/movie casting, variety show appearances etc, something that is seen as too successful in the Immoral Media’s eyes, because they have to create buzz for other celebrities, some are specific celebrity oriented and thus circulate rumors about having endorsement opportunities shifted from celebrity X to GZ (think fanfiction-rumors and shit stirrer) causes tension in celebrity fandoms. - A real event just in July:

The Untamed’s cp fandom is called BJYX which had always been in the Top 1 of Cps for 2 years dropped for awhile to Top 2, over taken by LLD. Both of them had a war and hated each fandom, one fandom is somehow not allowed to like the other fandom even casually after everything broke out because it started out with some BJYX toxics photoshopped GZ on of portraits .

Also another case of which he wore the same costume as WYB did in a previous photoshoot and it became a useless comparison of who wore better, who looks better, degrading the other. (Finger stirring shit).

Now apply all of the above things the Internet Water Army do and we have them earning money, while both fandom reacts and hate each other.

In LLD, our own fans started suspecting each other on who is a spy from BJYX and what not.

The first few months of Internet Water Army saw LLDs mostly mocking them because the average age is 30-40s, they know and see through all of their intentions so nothing was big. They were trumpeting and LLDs didn’t even care, what with all the doing tedious stats was not even important to them.

Over time, as the issues they create became more and more serious LLDs did start to care, reporting Toxic Marketing accounts/toxic fans became a daily task, go vote for GZ at certain polls etc, solo fans, and LLD fans also split apart. Solo fans think cp fans use GZ to furnish their fantasies, and cp fans thinks they are the ones furnishing their dreaming-girls fantasy with (aka my boyfriend).

There was also a period where LLD had a habit of continuously mentioning “we are in the 30-40s so we can see through everything about the media, we are all fans for the first time, we are good at spending money (because of purchase power compared to other fandoms)” it was prevalent for so long it felt odd, ‘chasing celebrities the first time’ in particular sounds more vulnerable as a weakness than a strength / sth to be proud of.

Gradually, more secretive/insider confirmed ‘sweets’ were flying around. Fans advised each other to not circulate, and the mindset of “if you know, you know, dont tell.” (This is a problematic mentality, of which fans will still be curious to know and search for it themselves, but this secretive hook is unhealthy. Over the long term, it becomes hard for existing fans to know a lot of things properly to judge for themselves, especially those who knew and publicly reacted, but blasting those who ask and telling those who know to keep quiet, this did not help some to understand why on certain things, even so for international fans, dont know and dont understand, causing misunderstandings. Yes, certain information should not be shared, so why should you react about it publicly in the first place? - Internet Water Army effect)

The last few months (for example the July fan war) created a tonne of seriousness and anger. A period even broke out with a tonne of ‘insider confirmed sweets’ (which is LLD’s daily dose of happiness), it was hard to tell what was real and what was fake. Trending topics became negative and everyone warned each other not to enter because it will give the trends ‘views’ and trend statistics, in reality entering there is to enter an exhibition by the self-deteriorates, collecting the fandom's traffic data (it's a sure lose for fans each time they enter the topic). Everyone even starts thinking that the trend’s popularity was caused by each other (it's true but it can be bought daily and not caused by fans). There was a raise in the number of fans who were getting emotional because they want to protect but Internet Water Army kept coming and got worse, because fans, tbh, not just GZ fans, every other celebrity’s fans are always fighting with an Army, getting played and plotted in that Army's calendar.

Even so, despite all of these, LLD is actually a fandom Internet Water Army may find the hardest to break because they understand GZ so much, they could tell what are fake news regarding GZ, because among everything above, there are still plenty of logical fans to stop many fans from drifting too far and debunking them. Why? 30-40s are grown up adults.

Why 13.8.21 and the Japan issue is plotted?

First of all, in the political climate of China, there are many political dates in a month that is NO-Entertainment news. Because it’s the honoring of certain important political events. It’s like Remembrance Day, thus the sensitivity is higher. On these days, there are usually no news and even the Internet Water Army zip their pants. This year also marks the 100th year of the Chinese Communist Party(link)

Secondly, he had no work schedule on 13 August 2021. A great full day to focus on any other news (because if he had schedules, everyone will turn their attention to his events, what trumpeting outside is just bird chirps).

Thirdly, when the news broke out, especially about the shrine, the reception was actually quite serious within the fandom so the scale of this might be big but to what extent in reality?

Lastly, 15.8.21 marks the 76th anniversary of the announcement of surrender of Japanese in World War 2(link). Also a day of NO-Entertainment news.

Timeline of events:

13.8.21 - [His rest day, Eve of Chinese Valentine's Day, Japan News broke out] His rest day, no schedules = increased attention about him online. Lowered guard among fans because they are getting ready for tomorrow's Chinese Valentine's sweets = Caught off guard = Huge break out of fans' reactions

14.8.21 - [Chinese Valentine's Day, Eve of the 75th Anniversary of the announcement of Japanese surrender] Keep a wishful and happy demenaor to not destroy the mood, suppressed thoughts about ZZH's Japan news

15.8.21 - [75th Anniversary of the announcement of Japanese surrender, Official announcement of ZZH's boycott and all China social media account ban] NO-Entertainment news day, Solemn day, not allowed to voice anything so the fandom can only wait for tomorrow to start voicing out/debunking but before they can wait out, the boycott and social media ban happened, every official accounts about him was gone overnight, fans had no time to react

17.8.21 - [All official fandom accounts related to ZZH and JunZhe were locked/removed]

Forced to be silent since the day his matter broke out, over the course of official news release with everything taken down in a day because of the Japan correspondence, his accounts banned overnight across the Chinese media and the overnight cancellation, fans could not speak anything about it. Overnight cancellation like this scale happened for the first time in China, leaving no time to react by the fandom, by the time they can, they are silenced.

When the period of events occured within a set of special dates, it’s not coincidence.

Conclusion

Because he was too successful and had many actually honorable past things, and a hard to influence fandom, Internet Water Army view him as a huge threat enough to want to destroy him, because it’s hard to defeat. With a chance they have, they will hold it till the end, bringing up this issue to the Government during this period also shows a sign of how scared they were of him and perhaps his fandom to plot something like this.

Updated on 19 August: Here's a screenshot of assumed calculation on the scale of GZ success for reference while chatting with a fellow fan, assuming GJ also has 27 brands, and there are 1000 brands. Rationale of numbers used: Only big brands can hire big celebrities.

Bonus

Mentioned in the first post, will mention again in case. After the news broke out within 2 days, there was a drop on his weibo followers from 18.9mil to 18.7mil. 200k+ drops, if the politics was such a big national issue, there should at least be a huge drop, even at least a million right? Because weibo is a China-Chinese majority right? Nope, we get a puny 200k drop.

What's funny? The self-deteroriates:

Translation: "Are his fans bought? Why didnt he drop fans? Those people got brainwashed to this point?" / "I've never entered his weibo and today i feel like having a look yet it showed I've followed him. All his fans were bought right? It disgusts me, i immediately unfollowed. This kind of process is worse than WYF..." / "i dropped fans because of him...no...I just reposted 2 posts and I've dropped 4 fans?"

Isn't the tone and regressing brain cells, all too familiar and same?

Added above, will remind again to read this link. It has an even more in-depth knowledge on who are paying them.

So what should we do? Link here

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No Longer A Secret ~ Isaiah Jesus

A/N: A year later, here’s part 3. I think I’ll make this the last part because it took a lot out of me tbh. I hope you enjoy it!

Requested by: a bunch of you a while ago (sorry for the wait!) [ tagging: @anyasthoughts ]

Warnings: pregnancy, family fighting

Summary: Isaiah held up his end of the bargain, now you’ve got to do your part and finally tell your family your secret.

Part 1(Keeping A Secret) - Part 2(Unveiling A Secret)

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More had changed for you in the past few weeks than you thought possible. Being a Shelby meant you were used to drastic change pretty often, but you, along with Finn, were usually the last of your siblings to know what was going on, being kept in the dark for as long as possible.

Being on the other side of the fence this time and having to tell your family this information was filling you with a lot of dread, especially when it came to Arthur. He was volatile with regular news at times, so how bad was he going to be when he heard that the little sister he protects with his life is not only pregnant and engaged but that you stole money so you could hide it from him?

Walking into the Shelby household had never felt so tense. The hallway so small. The dark walls so imposing. Isaiah's gentle touch on your waist made you jump a little bit as you were so trapped in your fear. "You alright, babe?" He uttered in your ear, truthfully knowing the answer would be no but needing some reassurance before you both faced your family. You didn’t answer him, struggling for once to cover how you felt with a lie, but luckily you didn’t need to; with Isaiah, you never really have.

Slowly moving through the house, you shouted out a hello and heard Tommy's voice reply from the kitchen. You were about to make your way to them when the hand you reached out behind you met thin air. Peering over your shoulder in search of the rock you need in Isaiah, he came just in time out of the living room, Finn two steps behind him and tucking an empty tube of tokyo in his inside pocket. You shared a silent greeting through a smile - weak on your side from nervousness and sheepish on his side from being caught - before grabbing Isaiah's hand and carrying on into the kitchen.

The first sight you were graced with was Tommy's frown as he lit a cigarette, nodding his head to you when you entered the room, his frown dissipating when he leant back against the counter and the smoke left his mouth. A stressful morning with business was the last thing you wanted. Everyone’s emotions would be heightened and their tethers near breaking point. The breath in your lungs almost got caught in your throat just at the thought.

But Arthur's voice filled the room before it could. "Y/N, Isaiah, y'alright?" He asked loudly, walking through the room to give an envelope to Tommy, and the cheerful tones told you maybe the stress was on Tommy's shoulders only. You hummed in response, not quite brave enough to open your mouth yet.

Finn nudging past your shoulder by mistake kept you alert to your surroundings as Isaiah went to give a quick greeting to Michael, who sat reading the newspaper with a cup of tea at the table, before pouring some tea for himself. "Watch out would ya," Arthur spoke, shoving Finn playfully to the side, Finn getting out of the way and sitting at the table with a grumble, wiping his nose a bit, "bloody boy." Arthur muttered to himself, his usual temper present but masterfully pushed down, before locking eyes with you still stood in the doorway.

"Y'alright love?" He asked, stopping in his tracks to make sure things were okay. You darted out of your thoughts to look at your brother properly. "Hm? Yeah. Can you stay here a minute though?" You responded, averting your eyes and turning toward everyone else.

Missing the way Arthur shrugged his hands and ventured back to the table, leaning his hands on the back of the last spare chair, you took a breath and steadied yourself.

A quiet rolled over the small room when you picked a slip of paper out of your purse, unfolded it and put it on the table, right under Arthur’s nose for him to read.

A cheque. The first cheque he’s ever seen signed off with your name. A cheque disclosing the exact amount that disappeared from the vault a month ago.

Arthur frowned up at you confused before moving to pick it up himself. “What’s this then?” He asked, looking around at the others for a bit of a clue but finding no help. Tommy rifled through the envelope he’d been given. Michael cast a glance at the cheque then went back to finishing his article. Finn sat scratching his head, keeping himself out of the conversation like he was used to, not that he’d be that much help to Arthur anyway.

When Arthur met your eyes again, you took a deep breath. “The money, from the vault. I’m giving it back.” Arthur’s eyes shot wide, surprised you had been the culprit of the incident (he’d had his eyes on a young blinder he was certain was responsible for a week now).

“You took it? How come?” He frowned again as he asked the question. This one was a little harder to answer. Not only were Arthur’s eyes on you, but Finn was watching you precariously and Michael had let the newspaper in his hand drop on his lap to focus on you too.

You didn’t dare look at Michael, knowing his gaze would stare straight through you and make you crumble under pressure. This money theft had been weighing heavily in the back of Michael’s mind so he wasn’t going to let the answer go without scathe.

“To go to the doctors. I didn’t have my own money to use.” You quickly added, wanting to justify your actions before they could blame you unfairly.

“The doctors?” Arthur repeated, looking over at Tommy again who was still reading through his letter. “What you going the doctor’s for? You’re alright, ain’t you? Nothing wrong?” He spoke, dismissing the reason and not believing you’d have a serious issue without him knowing first.

And that panicked you. Your heart speeding up already. There was something up, something that couldn’t be dismissed, something very well worth seeing the doctor for.

However, a second long glance at Isaiah calmed you down. He stood behind Arthur, porcelain cup of tea in one hand, the other tucked comfortably in his pant pocket. He wasn’t preparing for a fight at all, so why should you? One small subtle nod from him and you knew you’d be fine to speak, regardless of the outcome. He’d be there, Tommy would be there, you wouldn’t find a better chance to say it than now.

“Because I'm pregnant.” The words came out as feebly as you thought they would as you peered down at you feet. Arthur’s eyebrows raised in shock before clearing his throat with a cough that stopped the room from being silent.

“What?” His voice gravelled out of his chest. You looked up to meet his gaze, unnerving and unwavering, daring you to repeat the words he thought he heard the first time.

The movement of Isaiah putting his cup down on the counter had you squaring your shoulders a little. It was a change Tommy didn’t miss when he glanced up after the quiet lack of response, causing him to put the papers in his coat pocket for later.

You repeated yourself, louder this time, more assured despite the clear indifference Arthur's eyes held.

Smoke trailed out of Michael's mouth as he sat up straight in his chair, the cloud dissolving into nothing whilst he folded his newspaper up. Finn didn’t move, quickly inspecting the reactions of Tommy and Arthur before even thinking of speaking up.

Tommy stood still reclined against the counter, cigarette burning between his fingers as he kept his eyes on Arthur and on the door behind you in equal parts, making sure he was prepared for anything that might happen but refraining from acting on it yet.

Arthur’s hand tightened on the back of the wooden chair and his fixed look didn’t let up. He was angry, but he couldn’t quite place his finger on the reason why. Maybe it was because his sweet little sister wasn’t that anymore. Maybe it was because he’d let Isaiah recklessly get his hands on you. Maybe it was because you were young and silly and not ready for this in the slightest. Maybe it was because you hid it from him, and even went as far as stealing, right from the pocket of your family, to stop him from knowing. All of it was hitting him like a dagger in the chest.

His eyes hadn’t left yours before his gruff voice broke the silence again. “Y/N, you better tell me you’re joking now or I swear...” He spoke quietly and your chest shook as you breathed, your lungs tight from nervousness but your shoulders held strong. You weren’t backing down from him, no matter how much your hands trembled.

You shook your head at your brother. “I'm not playing. I'm having a baby, with Isaiah, and I'm keeping it.” Arthur’s eyebrows moved up and down quickly as he sighed out in order to keep his words down. He turned his head toward Tommy, whose face was stoic, not telling Arthur anything at all as he smoked. Arthur’s teeth clenched when he turned back to you, annoyed at the lack of backup from his brother and unsure where to start with his sister.

“You can’t be having a baby, Y/N,” Arthur's voice the only noise in the crowded room. “And why’s that?” You challenged him, his knuckles almost turning white against the chair. Finn's hands fidgeted with the cap on his lap, not wanting to be in the middle of this but not able to escape.

“Really? Well,” he huffed as he stood straight, fingers finally releasing the wooden seat, “you don’t have your own house, you have no cash, you can’t even look after yourself Y/N you’re too young for this!” He listed off the reasons on his hand, voice getting louder with each word that came out.

You put your hands on your hips, frustration mixing with the need to defend yourself as you matched Arthur’s level with your retort. “This is no different to John when he had Martha on her second kid at this age.”

Arthur waved his hand and shook his head. “That’s very different Y/N-"

“How is this different? Why is this any different at al-"

“It just is!” He shouted, slamming a hand on the table between you. You instantly jumped back at the sudden outburst, the boys both flinching too with Michael taking his elbow off the table and Finn scuffing his chair back a bit.

Isaiah stood firmly in his space now and toyed with the cuffs of his jacket to refrain himself from action. Another movement Tommy observed and he internally rolled his eyes at it. Isaiah knew well that this was your time and your situation to control, and that you needed to deal with your brothers in your own way for your own sake. A fight would help nothing right now.

“And before you’re married? Y/N, you aren’t even married for Christ’s sake!”

“You think I'm not married, do you?” You snapped, stopping Arthur from his inching closer and closer over the table top. Tommy’s head shot up in your direction and you could have sworn you found confusion on Arthur’s face before a second later, his and everyone else's attention was drawn away.

Polly opened the double doors from the shop to step through into the kitchen, shutting them behind her. "What in god’s name is going on in here? You're shouting the fucking street down." She chastises through her teeth with a scornful look sent Arthur's way. Neither you nor Arthur dropped your angry stares until Polly's demand of an answer had Arthur stepping away.

"Well," Arthur says, tension in every sound as he walked around the table to Polly's side, "it seems our darling angel girl has gone and got herself up the duff, hasn't she?" He said with bitterness in his words but a thankfully lowered voice as he shot his hand toward you. Polly met your gaze, concerned about the tears that lined your eyes but saying nothing about it yet.

"And that's just so terrible for you, is it?" You spite back, not giving Polly a chance to intervene. You guessed she'd be just as mad as Arthur for you being so silly and reckless, and you needed to fight for this on your own. To Arthur’s point, you had to look after yourself. If not now, when?

However, it isn't the news that's got her concerned, it's the venom in Arthur's words.

"You're not even married Y/N!” He continued his former point, “What are people gonna thin-"

"Well I am getting bloody married aren't I!" You interrupted, throwing your hands up in the anger that's finally caught up with you. Tommy raises his eyebrows questioningly as he keeps watching your movements, a quiet washing over the room again as the boys sat at the table wait for what's coming next.

"I'm engaged," You hold your hand up, your ring glinting in the light, "because Isaiah proposed to me, because he loves me," you drop your hand back to your side in defeat, "more than I can say for some..."

Tommy and Isaiah share a small glance before Isaiah turned to watch you again, leaving that conversation for later, or hopefully never.

After a moment of silent eye contact between you and Arthur, as his chest moved up and down with heavy breaths, he sighed and let his hands drop too.

“You think I don’t love you?” He uttered, “hm?” When he received only silence from you, faced with watching you stare at your feet to avoid him, he almost felt sick.

Everything he does is to protect you, to protect all the people he loves. Even now, as he’s in a blazing shouting match with you, it’s not because he’s angry - no, not truly - but because he’s scared you won’t be okay. Scared that you’re becoming something different to the little girl he practically helped raise. Scared you’ll be going into a world where he can’t protect you anymore.

He can deal with fighting and shouting, but he could never live with himself if you thought he felt anything but love for you.

His breath got caught in his throat and he could sense Polly's eyes burning a hole through his skull. Swallowing his pride, he tentatively asked, “Are you happy?”

“More than ever.” You immediately replied to his sincere-as-possible question.

He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, subtly meeting Tommy's eye across the room - who doesn't move an inch - then walked around the table with his arms out wide, inviting you to him.

He hugged you tightly and you felt his shaky hands settle on your back. “Then how mad can I be?” He muttered and a small smile etched onto your face, eyes squeezing closed which made the tears you’d been holding finally roll down your cheeks. All the strength you feigned left you as you hugged him back, thankful for your brother’s arms to be holding you up like normal.

With Arthur’s acceptance and lack of Tommy’s protest, Finn stood to his feet and as Arthur held your face, wiping your tears with a loving but faintly nervous smile, Finn made his way to you to give his own congratulatory hug.

Arthur took a second, watching his younger siblings before scanning the room to get his bearings again. And he went straight to Isaiah, gripping him under his arm and pulling him close, sternly muttering the typical older brother threats in his ear for only him to hear. You missed the words said but by the slightly distant look behind Isaiah’s eyes you quickly got the gist.

Pulling away from your hug with Finn, you met Tommy’s eyes across the room as he still leant unmoved against the counter, extinguishing his cigarette in the ash tray beside him. He sent you a wink and a nod, the corners of his mouth poking up for only you to catch sight of.

“Don’t worry Arthur, of course I will.” The words from your fiancé caused you to turn just in time to see your brother patting Isaiah’s neck before walking away, mumbling about a much-needed drink as he dragged his feet through the shop doors and the usual bustling noise of the building returned.

When Isaiah’s gaze met yours, the sliver of fear in his eyes was completely overshadowed by the confident love he held for you. You sent him a silent apology with your eyes which he dismissed with a shake of his head. He took a few steps toward you and gave you a quick kiss before squeezing you into his familiar tight hug, whispering not to stress about it into your neck. It was enough to stop you falling to pieces right in the middle of the family kitchen.

Isaiah rubbed his hand over your back and pulled his head back up, an inch from giving you a quick peck on the lips when his shoulders shot up with a hiss. He quickly turned his head with an angry scowl that instantly vanished at the sight of Polly. She tilted her head to the side, getting Isaiah to take his hands off you without a word. Isaiah left the two of you to yourselves to avoid the wrath of your aunt and went to join Michael across the room, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked.

Polly smirked at your shocked face and it grew when your surprise turned into a slight shocked laugh, shaking your head bemused at her actions. She held a cup of tea out for you and you took a step closer to her. Part of you was still wary of what she'll have to say about your pregnancy, but part of you was also comforted by her presence, knowing she'll never let your brothers step too far out of line with you.

"Are you mad?" You asked cautiously, never wanting to assume with her. She was pouring another cup of tea as she answered. "I was a little when I first found out, I thought I'd told you more than enough times to be careful," she shot you a nettled look before turning to face you properly, "then I had about two weeks for the idea to grow on me." Once again she smirked at the shock on your face. Of course Polly knew, you hardly had to tell her anything without her figuring it out for herself first.

"You'll be fine dear, he's not the worst." Polly joked sincerely, clinking your cups and taking a gulp before putting it down on the side again. You’d yet to move, stunned into stillness by her revelation, when her hand lay firmly on your small belly. She stared down in thought for a few seconds, her touch a stark contrast to the sharp slap Isaiah felt a moment earlier.

A feeling of relief you'd only ever felt once before - when John shot a bullet that skimmed your leg at 12 years old – had managed to fill your chest, almost enough to overwhelm you were it not for the grounding touch of your Aunt Polly.

You let her process her mystic prediction as you finally moved, sipping your drink and sending a smirk over to Isaiah to match his own.

Polly looked up at you with a smile spreading over her face and joy filling her eyes. “A beautiful baby girl.”

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬 !

haikyuu as dads!

find the mha version here - bnha as dads !

content: fluff, the boys with children. mentions pregnancy. aged up!

characters: bokuto, daichi, sugawara, lev, and kuroo.

a/n: i’ve been feeling very soft and even though i don’t even really like kids lol, this prompt make me so warm and happy :’) keep in mind that I’m not super far into haikyuu, so i don’t know a lot about the timeskip- sorry !! also a bit messy and unorganized.

so without further ado, here are some soft scenarios and headcanons for each :D

bokuto !

Pleaseeee, we all know he’d be such a good dad!!

You’re tired? Don’t worry, he can watch them while you rest!

Can and WILL play with them for hours.

And of course, he has the energy to keep them preoccupied. This man has more energy than I ever will on 2 cups of coffee with 3 shots of espresso in each.

Mans probably would want a bigger family, but of course as long as you were fine with it.

Thinking maybe 3+. He just wants to have that big family to share with you :’) aww

When you’re pregnant, he’s all over you. Protective to the point of it being a little overwhelming, but he means well.

Pokes your belly a little. Not harshly, but in a loving, gentle way.

“That’s my baby. Right in there.”

Probably cries a little when your baby bump shows.

More so during your first pregnancy, but he still holds that same emotion with the others.

He does NOT know what to do the first time.

“THEY’RE CRYING, Y/N WHAT DO WE DO??”

When the kid/s start getting older, oh lord. He’s such a sucker for them.

Probably gives them ice cream or sneaks candy when you aren’t in the room, even though IT’S ALMOST TIME FOR BED.

I’m sorry, but he cannot and will not be able to help with homework. I’m sorry but it’s true.

If your kid/s have a passion, he’s 100% for it.

Dance? He’ll go to all of the recitals he can make. Volleyball? Even better. Writing? He’ll sit in front of them and have them read it out to him like it’s a bedtime story.

I don’t think he’d be a good cook, so whenever he takes over for dinner, everyone is like “Oh no. Dad’s cooking again.”

Overall, 100/10 dad. Supportive, and does his best. Good boyo <3

daichi !

I think he’d be a good dad too :D

He was kind of just a natural father, so it’s expected.

I think that he originally wanted to bring up the topic of kids to you at some point, but he was hesitant since he didn’t know if you were ready.

So of course, you beat him to the conversation.

He’s very happy that you want to start a family too. :)

I think he’d want a smaller family, maybe 1-2 kids.

When you test positive, he’s kind of in shock for a moment.

“We’re going to have a kid-”

Like duh lmao he put it in you

Definitely calls Suga up to tell him the news.

Is actually very interested in shopping for a baby. He needs a few pointers but he’s got the enthusiasm, so A for effort bby

He’s decently used to having a small child running around him screaming, he had little siblings so yeah

Has a bit more structure than bokuto, but he’s still able to break.

He’d do damn near anything for his kid/s.

He has his moments where he wants to spend alone time with just you.

Decent homework helper, but I feel like he’d be that one parent who goes “This wasn’t how I was taught to do this”, or “Why did they change that??”

Again again, supportive dad.

But also supportive of you <3

sugawara !

Being a teacher, he’s surrounded by kids all the time.

Basically, he is also used to having screaming children within his vicinity

I could never omg how do you do that Suga

At first he didn’t put much thought into a family, he and you were content just the two of you. Also. CHILDREN HE TEACHES.

But something just switches in his brain, probably after he had a really wholesome moment with a student, or maybe even just witnessing a parent + student interaction.

He’s like, “I kind of want that..”

Another small fam kinda guy <3

Suga brings it up, and you’re all for it, you’ve been wanting to start a family with him.

He’s so excited and happy!! oml :’)

Like, he finally gets to start a whole new chapter of your lives together he hadn’t really thought about until now.

When you get a baby bump, he plants soft kisses to your tummy and talks gently to it.

My heart ksjshd

This will be a nightly occurrence now.

He is reading all those articles for raising kids. He’s also at your beck and call, even the baby’s.

He just wants everything for the baby, they end up being a huge daddy’s kid.

Late nights after the kid/s go to bed is prime time for you both.

You enjoy being together after a long day, you snuggle up together in your bed, maybe drink some wine later.

PLEASE. Breakfasts in bed. He and the kid/s will TOTALLY MAKE YOU B in B.

So proud of your kid/s. Has pictures in frames on his desk at school, and when his students ask, he has plenty of stories to tell.

Knows when something is off. Like, he can just tell-

Kid is sad? He’s there. Tissues, ice cream, take them out somewhere.

Probably a teaser.

You already know he gets himself and that kid/those kids into mischief.

“Shhh, don’t tell mom!”

He has deep conversations with them. He cares a lot.

He just loves them <3

10/10

kuroo !

it’ssss kuroo time babyyy

He definitely wanted kids. Strikes me as the guy who just knew, as soon as you got married.

When that test came up positive, he had a dorky smirk on his face.

He’s very proud to know you will have his kid.

This dude is always checking up on you. Morning sickness? He’s there to hold your hair back.

Feeling clingy or upset? Wraps his arms around you.

Lazy pats on your stomach when it’s late.

Why does he seem like he’d play mozart around you because he read somewhere that fetsuses liked that

Sir please we don’t need to listen to Alla Turca (Allegretto) for 12 hours straight

He’s 100000/10 homework helper. Mans is smart af, it’s not even surprising.

“I forgot how smart you were”

“Shut up”

You both are probably so mushy with each other that your kid/s are like “Ew gross”

He encourages and pushes them to do their best.

Helps them find what they’re passionate about. <3

Dad jokes. I’m serious.

“Please stop, dad!”

“One more, one more-”

Enjoys making them suffer with terrible jokes.

In a nice way of course.

lev !

saved the funny one for last!

Okay maybe not super funny, but I had fun writing this

He and you did NOT plan to get pregnant. At ALL.

“Lev the test is positive”

“Wh-WHAT?”

Promptly falls off of chair.

Like this dude was not ready for that information

Tbh he would make even me anxious about it

“..do I have to give them the talk?”

Lev please it hurts me

As soon as he gets used to it though, he’s excited like he usually is.

But this is different. This is a whole HUMAN.

“Do you think I’ll be a good dad, Y/N?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

Jkjk that was a joke.

I think Lev has the potential to be a good dad. He’s energetic, passionate and dumb, but in a good way <3

Sorry again, no homework help with him LMAO

Your kid will probably be tall. Or at least average height.

After the original surprise pregnancy, he wants to try again but when you both are actually ready.

He would totally take these kids out everywhere. A show off dad for sure

“Hey, did you know my kid did xyz?”

“Look, here’s a picture!”

Lev we get it you love your kids

He would love to have a volleyball loving kid I feel like, but he wouldn’t be too disappointed if they didn’t like it. Would probably propose other sports though, he always loved playing himself, even if it was only volleyball so he wants them to have the same good experiences

If he’s watching the kids while you’re shopping, he doesn’t really know how the first few times- even though you left him A LIST.

Probably then calls his friends up for advice

If it comes down to it...consults WikiHow

and that’s it!! hope you enjoyed, some were harder to write but yk what- i had fun :D as much as i am suga brainrot i literally had a hard time writing his section :’(

but anyways yuh B)

asks/requests are open ! check yay’s and nay’s in basics for this blog !

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu as dads #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara x reader #lev haiba x reader #lev haiba imagine #kuroo imagine #daichi x reader #daichi imagine #sugawara imagine #lev imagine

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jeweled-blue-eyes · 2 years

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Tbh I complately agree with yours and that anon's thoughts on lily but...i saw something contradictory. When athy is brought back to ruby palace after her first interaction with Claude, everyone including lily become terrified when they hear that Claude would love future interactions, maybe the other maids had been half scared and half overjoyed at receiving claude's attention but not lily, she looked so dumbfounded and kinda displeased. Also after her meeting with Claude in the throne room she and athy both are highly terrified and averse to the idea of Claude naming her crown princess and recognising his daughter, like when she hugs athy and says with a sad face something along the lines of "I know princess...i know how bad this is". These show that athy gaining claude's attention(forget about affection) was the last thing she wanted. She even gripped her chest along with Felix and athy in that comical strip when Claude decides to take her for a boat ride, like everything about her screams how unpleasant she feels about Claude and how much she wants to distance him from athy. Which is what confounds me about her relationship. Only reason I could get out of all this is that....lily..really didn't think this through. Like we see her past through felix's recollections and we see she hated much human interaction...like she seemed like an introvert and not trying to demonise introverts or smthg...i think she doesn'understand healthy social interactions, social development skills and building self-confidence...i think she doesn't do that thing, doesn't walk that road herself. She didn't know how to help a child develop and we see her struggles in the initial chapters...she wasn't prepared for the parenting job....she really didn't want to go the marriage, relationships and kids way judging from how averse she was towards suitors for herself and for athy. That woman is as bad as Claude and ana when it comes to forming relationships( forget about healthy or unhealthy ones...i doubt they could differentiate). Her reason for finding Diana alluring was the same as claude's- it's something she has never seen or felt or understood, that's why it's a breath of fresh air for her, so she is attracted. This she too....is attracted obsessively to diana like Claude...diana's behaviour...the way she manages to make them see something from an amazing viewpoint and all. Her reasons are exactly the same as claude's, her attraction the same, only that her relationship with diana remained platonic(don't know if I should be happy or sad since lily isn't very different from Claude if we leave out the violence so she would be as dense and dumb as him if they were lovers).

And that is precisely why I agree with that comment of yours where u said that even lily loves athy because of diana or through diana and that it isn't unconditional and that only manhwa diana's love was unconditional because novel one was immature. So lily isn't very different as a parent from Claude.

If Claude wasn't introduced to violence and didn't have that tragic past but still grew up in the palace, ig he would be the parent Lily is...not overtly harmful but toxic for the kid nonetheless, given that he cared and trusted a lot, he would have taught athy the same.

Remember Gallahan Lombardy from I'll Be The Matriarch Of this House, yeah that's the category I would put that claude in and that is the category lily is in...totally loving and all but utterly useless and doesn't understand why their kid needs to be made strong or at least worldly. Because they themselves aren't one, they're bookish(not a bad thing), dense, dumb, tries not to socialise at all, has little knowledge of the world, would ask their kid to play or read fairytales or scholarly articles which wont really come in that handy than allowing them to spend time with learning politics and business, would be upset if their kid becomes too wise and start accepting and dissecting the ways of the world. You know that type....good but dumb people who will meet their ends very soon and leave behind defenseless kids. These people will encourage their kids to spend absolutely all their time in indulging with their unrealistic fantasies and would choose to keeping their kids naive rather than confronting them with the cruel or sad realities of the world. They would be too unhappy or scared with actually preparing their kids to face the world.

Like the opposite of loving but tough, strict parents who are far sighted and their only goal would be to prepare their kid for the world, prepare them for a time when they themselves won't be there to shield them. So no matter how hard it is for them or their kid, they would make them deal with hardships, help make their kids independent and self-sufficient. Sadly athy didn't get that, she needed it the most in her situation. That kind of parenting cost her her life, just like firentia's did.

I've got to admit it has been a while since I read Lily's chapters. You are making some very good points. That Lily dislikes social interactions and it might have impacted LP Athy negatively. I didn’t think about this one.

Regarding Gallahan Lombardy: someone asked me once what kind of parent Claude would be had he not gone through a traumatic childhood and I think half-traumatized baby Claude would have developed into the direction of Gallahan but worse. He would hide his abilities intentionally from Ana out of fear it could anger him after seeing him lash out once. Claude would have grown up as a very sheltered child (is this the right word?), clueless about the outside world, anxious of interactions with strangers and always heavily dependant on Ana. Like I'm not trying to say Ana would take advantage of that out of evilness or smth but yeah I think he'd take advantage of that out of self-preservation, like he would have seen no problem to encourage this depency if this meant Claude stayed powerless and he could inherit the throne without much hassle.

This would result in Claude not understanding why Athy would need to socalize with people that aren't family. For most part of his life maids, knights and courtiers meant danger for him if he wasn't on good terms with their employer. He'd be a bit of a people-pleaser towards the people he cared about, overprotective of Athy and avoidant/ wary of strangers. Obviously this would rub off on Athy too. Claude would’ve raised Athy to care for Jennette. He would let her study alongside Jennette whatever she wanted, but if her potential became visible he'd panick a little and make feeble attempts to discourage her from her studies. Contrary to canon Claude whose way of survival was fight, this Claude's method would have been to lay low and not attract attention. He'd prefer Athy to be positively useless because this way she wouldn't pose a threat to anyone.

#anon #answered asks #lilian york discourse #claude discourse #I have the other ask still in my drafts...

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butwhyduh · 3 years

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I've just finished reading your Christmas bat boys series and I love them all 🥺🥺! I don't want to be greedy but could you write morning/boxing day breakfast scene for the boys(TM)? I'd love that! If not then that's fine too. You've already provided us with quality content 👌

💕💕

So I’m from the US and we usually don’t celebrate Boxing Day. So I’ll probably do something wrong but that’s okay. That’s how Americans do holidays anyways. But I refuse to believe Alfred Pennyworth wouldn’t celebrate for one second. So I firmly believe this was the day that most of the kids and even Bruce would indulge Alfred and do what he wanted.

When they were kids it was enough to simply put the sweets down and take a proper post Christmas shower. Jason Todd had been incredibly excited to learn about Boxing Day because he thought it was a family fight day. Uh, yeah, good food and watching some boxing was nice too, he had guessed. Not a lot was certain, but sausage rolls and some kind of sports game on Boxing Day was one of them in the Wayne’s household.

Damian

You woke up to the familiar scent of Damian. But he wasn’t within arms reach. Where was he? How did you get up in his room anyways? You sat up to see him sleeping on the floor. Poor guy. It couldn’t be comfortable, could it? You tried to climb out of bed but the soft rustle of the sheets woke Damian. He sat up quickly only to relax.

“Morning,” you said.

“Good morning. How did you sleep last night?”

“Good. You didn’t have to sleep on the floor. That looks uncomfortable,” you said feeling guilty.

“It’s alright. I’ve slept in worse places,” Damian said and you were reminded of his child soldier past. You frowned. “It’s truly fine, beloved. Let’s get down to breakfast.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. You threw on one of his sweaters and went down. Alfred was in the kitchen this morning and had a platter piled high with some sort of pastry that he was bringing to the breakfast nook. You and Damian slid into the seats and you looked at the beautiful white grounds of Wayne Manor through the large viewing window.

“Would you like coffee, tea, juice, hot cocoa,” Alfred asked you both before bringing your drink. It was nice to be the first up. Alfred brought Damian curried tofu scramble and fried mushrooms and tomatoes. (You too if you are vegan/vegetarian).

Bruce came in the room and sat across from Damian. It was almost funny to see the billionaire in sleep pajamas. A large cup of coffee was placed before him and he had a steaming plate of everything Damian ate plus sausage rolls and a protein shake. It was quiet for a few minutes.

“You slept on the floor last night,” Bruce said quietly as he read the news on a tablet. He rolled his eyes at the article “Local Reporter Clark Kent gets Pictures of Superman in action.”

“Yes. All night, father. You knew that,” Damian said with a bored hint of annoyance as he ate.

“Good. If either of you needs to speak to an adult in the matter of love or relationships, I am well acquainted with several child psychologists as well as a number of medical doctors,” He said casually. You almost choked on your food before taking a large gulp of your drink.

“Father. Not at breakfast,” Damian chided. His ears had a soft redness and he pointedly looked out the window instead of at either you or Bruce. You stared at your plate.

“I think I hear Jason awake. I’d better catch him before he leaves. Excuse me,” Bruce said before leaving.

“Sorry. He’s.... awkward. He thinks he needs to teach us about sexual education. A little late,” Damian said with a laugh.

“A little late? Oh,” you said. Damian quickly looked at you.

“Not that way. We’ve just, we learned in school. Not that I’ve- I think someone’s coming in here,” Damian said grateful for the distraction.

Dick and his fiancé walked in. He had his hand around her waist and the pair seemed glued together. They sat down at the same time with a giggle. They probably hadn’t even noticed you both there.

“Are you done?” Damian asked and you nodded. You couldn’t handle watching them.

You both went upstairs to his room again. Damian awkwardly sat on the bed.

“You know,” you started. Your face felt flush. “If you did want to talk about it, I’d be here.”

“Oh. Do you mean,” he started to ask.

“Sex. Yeah. It’s fine if you don’t. Seriously. Just saying...” you trailed off. He looked at you intensely. When Damian Wayne was thinking hard on something, his face became completely imperceivable.

“Maybe. Soon?” He said hopefully. You nodded. “Wanna watch a movie? You’ve got to go home in a few hours.”

“Yeah sounds great.”

Dick

You woke up feeling like a puzzle piece. An arm was thrown across your back and legs wrapped in yours as you laid on Dick’s chest. His heartbeat was steady in your ears. You couldn’t get much closer to him if you tried. You moved to get up because the bathroom was calling your name.

“Baby,” he groaned and wrapped his other arm tightly around you. You tried to pull out while shushing him back to sleep. There was no way you could pry yourself from his grasp unless he wanted you to with his incredible grip strength. “Stay with me,” Dick begged. “Just a little more.”

“I’ve got to use the bathroom,” you protested and he finally let you go with a big pout.

When you came back, his rough fingers pulled you by your bare thighs back in bed. His dress shirt and panties weren’t exactly the warmest clothing. You landed on him with a giggle. Dick quickly wrapped you both back in the blanket.

“Good morning, fiancé,” he said softly. His fingers traced soft circles on your back.

“Fiancée,” you said back with a smile. Dick kiss you softly. Morning breath and all. He finally pulled away.

“It’s Boxing Day. Alfred’s sausage rolls. Are you hungry,” he said finally releasing you.

“Yeah. A little. Especially after last night,” you said getting up and finding some clothing.

“I know, right,” Dick said and his face was basically this emoji 😏. You rolled you eyes and slipped on his sweater and a pair of sweatpants.

Dick couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He held your hip while walking downstairs and laced his fingers in yours as you ate breakfast. His plate was piled high with the pastry and he drank a green protein shake with it. Was there anyone else in the room with you? Maybe? Who knows? Who cares?

After breakfast you both said goodbye to his family before leaving back to Bludhaven. You and Dick stayed in bed for a good portion of the afternoon and when he went on patrol, he looked at you wistfully before leaving.

Tim

Tim could sleep through a hurricane in a canoe. He missed a lot of sleep and when he finally laid on his pillows, lights out. He didn’t move. He didn’t snore. And God hisself couldn’t wake this man before at least 5 hours had passed.

And when he woke up on the day after Christmas, he was incredibly disoriented after getting 9 hours of sleep. He vaguely felt someone laying in his chest and he looked down. Oh yeah, you. He slept so hard, he forgot he had a girlfriend for 2 minutes. He would never tell you that.

“Sunshine,” he said running his fingers on your arm. “Wake up.”

You slowly stirred to look at him. You laughed instantly. His hair stuck up everywhere. Probably a side effect of having his face between your legs last night. He looked at you confused.

“You need a shower before you do anything, Timbo,” you said with a smile.

“Back at you. Wanna join me,” he asked with a eyebrow wag.

“I think I’ll pass with all your family awake. Last night was pushing it,” you said, giving him a kiss. He leaned towards your face to continue the kiss as you pulled back. His hands held your hips but released them easily when you pulled away. He had a pout on his lips but got up to shower anyways. You both got ready before going downstairs.

Alfred slid a cup of coffee in Tim’s hand before you even made it to the breakfast nook. You poured a large one for yourself after seeing the scene. Dick and his fiancé were half an inch from making out at the table. It was too early for this madness.

Tim gave you a knowing look. He certainly wasn’t the only one getting play in his childhood room last night. You rolled your eyes.

Tim grabbed a few pastries and a protein shake. It was funny the first time you learned he drank them religiously. He didn’t look the type. Dick on the other hand... But Tim was naturally thin and couldn’t hold weight on his body to save his life. A protein shake at every meal helped replace the calories he lost through work, lack of sleep, and his insanely fast metabolism.

Tim’s phone rang. No surprise there. You were honestly surprised that Tim’s phone hadn’t rung earlier or last night. He sighed and answered it. His breakfast was probably going to be interrupted. He talked for a few minutes before hanging up.

“Sunshine,” he started.

“You’re busy, Wayne Enterprise. Have to leave soon,” you guessed. He looked regretful.

“Yeah. I’ll make it up to you tonight. I’ll call you a car when you’re ready to leave. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Tim said. He quickly shoved food in his mouth and gulped down his coffee. “I’ve got to go.”

Jason

You woke up frozen. You were not under any blankets and tbh your tits were like icy. Your stomach was really warm tho. You looked down to see Jason’s head between your bare breasts and his body slotted between your legs. He clung on you like a monkey and gently snored. The blankets were on the floor. The activities of the night before had you flushing. Yeah that had been fun.

You ran your fingers through his hair to wake him gently. You didn’t want to jerk him awake but you were frozen. Jason slowly stirred and rubbed his face into your bare skin before groaning.

“Fuck it’s cold,” he grumbled, wrapping himself tighter around your body.

“Get up. I’m cold,” you said and he begrudgingly released you. He stood up and you realized that you both were completely naked. He grabbed some sweatpants and threw them on before throwing the blanket on you. You snuggled in the warm fabric. You were lulled back to sleep for a few more minutes.

You woke up alone. There was a note on the dresser.

Get dressed and come downstairs to the breakfast nook Princess- Jay

You grabbed one of his black sweaters and threw it on with your pants you wore the night before. You saw Bruce slide Jason the keys and he confirmed it with you afterwards. Your mind couldn’t process that.

Jason pulled you to the breakfast nook. Dick and his new fiancé were leaving and Tim was rushing out with business. His girlfriend left shortly after. Bruce, of course, had already started working on business or whatever mysterious stuff he always did.

Jason ate every single sausage roll and the rest of the vegetables that you didn’t eat. Alfred came and sat at the table with you both. Usually not what he would do but Jason always insisted. The older man nursed a cup of coffee and you all looked out the large viewing window. You couldn’t get over how huge the place was.

“Alfred, can you tell me stories about Jason when he was a kid?” You asked and Alfred smiled.

“I have many of Master Jason’s childhood. He was always a boisterous lad. Still is I suppose,” Alfred said taking a sip of his drink. Jason smiled. He had an arm thrown over your shoulder.

“When he was 14, Jason tried to climb the chandeliers in the front entry, as Master Richard had many times. Well, Jason was probably 20 lbs heavier than Richard even at that age. The chandelier came down with a resounding bang. Jason had broken a toe. This was the morning before a gala at the Manor. Master Bruce was far from pleased,” Alfred said. You laughed.

“The chandelier got reenforced and now Dick can swing on it to his heart content. I’ll leave the acrobats to him though,” Jason said with a laugh.

“I wish I could have seen it,” you laughed.

Alfred sat with you both for the better part of an hour, just telling funny stories about the boys and Bruce. Alfred stood up.

“I really do have work to do if I hope to catch the game this afternoon. I hope you both understand. But one last thing before you go, Master Jason. Bruce has been talking about leaving you the penthouse for years. He just needed a push to finally give it to you. I hope you both enjoy it,” Alfred said before leaving the room.

“Let’s, uh, let’s get going,” Jason said abruptly. He was feeling uncomfortable emotions. It wasn’t the first time and you indulged him without asking any questions before leaving.

Bruce

He had a pounding headache when he woke up. He was hung over. He had impeccable hearing and the noises from 3 of his 4 sons rooms (as Duke and Cass had patrolled after the party) had him finding a bottle of whiskey. Was Jason purposefully being loud? At least Damian’s room was quiet. Bruce couldn’t handle that. Of course that didn’t guarantee anything. But he was willing to put up with it so that his boys could be home. But yeah, sound proofing on their bedrooms was a priority. Jesus Jason, wtf?

Giving Jason the penthouse was not a plan. But Bruce was grateful because the Jason’s Christmas list had been “gun.”

Dick’s list was “a break.” Bruce got him a pair of jet skis. That would be a good distraction.

Tim had asked for “a day off.” Bruce gave him tickets for 2 to Hvar, Croatia in January for 2 full weeks in a snowy cabin.

Damian had asked for a certain set of Wakizashi swords. He got the swords.

Alfred asked for a pasta maker and Bruce bought him a ticket to Italy for a week to pick one up.

Also: 3 days after Christmas, Tim recieved a camouflage gun themed snack gift basket with the card reading “duck next time-Jay”

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