#[ if i lay here would you lie with me and just forget the world | loona visage ]

[predictablesloth]

Forget what we’re told, before we get too old… show me a garden that’s bursting into life.

[claredanko]

the impact this had

[hvbris]

It was a silly gift, but that was the point. Leah just wanted to see him smile, placing the object down on Elliot's keyboard once he'd stopped typing.

"I know valentines isn't really your thing, but I saw it and thought of you. And that you'd find it kinda funny."

(There's zero obligation to answer this btw I just thought it was cute when I saw it :p)

She's right, I don't really do Valentine's Day. It's a capitalist masquerade designed to sell chocolates and red roses once a year to inadequate men who want to feel better about cheating on their wives the rest of the time.

And yet, Elliot couldn't help but crack an awkward smile at the gift. I don't do Valentine's Day, but she likes that kind of stuff. "A computer angel?" he read out loud, letting out a small laugh.

Shit. I didn't get her anything.

"I didn't know- I didn't think we'd exchange gifts or anything."

[fairybond]

"You just ran into the wall. It's time to lie down." ╱ for lis 😂

lack of sleep starters // no longer accepting

Stumbling back a step, she rubbed her forehead and mumbled a denial about being tired. Her protesting pout was then interrupted by a yawn that left her rather shamefaced.

Okay, okay…maybe he was right. Yet, the idea of lying down, or being still in any way…it stirred up an anxious flutter in her chest. Lisanna sighed, a frown settling on her lips as her eyes turned downwards. This feeling, it was all too familiar, despite the years that had passed. 

Life with the Fairy Hunter on your trail meant there was no time to relax. No time to truly rest. They always had to be ready to pack up and go at a moment’s notice. It was how they survived. But not all of them were so lucky…

She bit her lip, closing her eyes and then taking in a slow breath. Now was the time to push everything aside and put on a smile, to agree with the suggestion and lie down. To pretend her body wasn’t locked in fight or flight mode, despite how tired she was. To pretend that she was fine.

Around anyone else, she might have done so. But this was Sting. He had seen her at her worst. And he understood her. He never judged, only cared. And it was okay, wasn’t it? To rely on him, to trust him.

She pulled in another breath, somewhat shakily, then looked over at him, a touch of hope in her eyes. “Will you lie down with me?”

Tempting as it was to pull her gaze down and shy away, she shored herself and allowed an admission through, barely a whisper. “I…I’m…scared.”

[taniushka12]

Guy thought about his otp with lyrics of the song chasing cars by snow patrol 8 dead 37 injuried

[severemiraclefest]

The hideout. Only now I noticed that Goro tried to make this place look/feel like "home".

And I think it would be great to be able to use it as a safe place after Search and destroy - depending on your choice regarding Takemura. Because why not.

*Apparently after the Search and Destroy mission, when you travel back by car you can't enter the appartment, it is sealed (with kind of blurry dorrs in my case) but when you take the fast travel option, you can go in.

[helluvaflames]

last set of tag dumps.

[oddinary4bts]

Chasing Cars | Masterpost (jjk)

☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

☆status: completed

☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader, Hoseok x female reader, Namjoon x OC, Jin x OC, Jimin x OC, Taehyung x OC and others.

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters have mature content)

☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff

☆total word count: 218.5k (lmao my fingers slipped)

☆a/n: I got the idea for this fic just a little over a year ago, following a power outage that lasted for a few days where I live and Jungkook's live where he kept coming back with different outfits (the white dress shirt hit me right in the gut). It took me a long time to write, as I was working on multiple other projects at the same time, but I am so so happy to be ready to share this baby with you guys <3

☆Thank you to @moonleeai and @jessikahathaway for beta-ing this monster <3 (and for all your encouragement and support)

☆And a special thank you to @wintaerbaer and @btsborahaee for encouraging me and supporting me whenever I screamed to you about this fic

☆add yourself to the taglist here!

☆discord server link here!

☆☆☆☆☆

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

☆☆☆☆☆

➳Teaser (Jungkook pov): the day he met you (1.1k)

You fucking touch her, you're dead.

➳Chapter one: when the Incident happens (11.8k)

Jungkook is Tae's best friend.

➳Chapter two: when Jungkook teases you (10.2k)

You know I hate that nickname.

➳Chapter three: when Valentine's Day happens (13.1k)

You know, Taehyung doesn’t have to know everything.

➳Chapter four: when you and Jeon Jungkook clash (9.5k)

I was just going to say that we should keep this between us.

➳Chapter five: when you have to go back to reality (12.1k)

We just pretend nothing happened, no?

➳Chapter six: when Jungkook hosts his friends over (9.6k)

I really want to kiss you right now.

➳Chapter seven: when doubt makes you question everything (15k)

Why do you want to believe the worst of me so bad?

➳Chapter eight: when secrets are unveiled in New York (13.5k)

I want you.

➳Chapter nine: when a party makes Jungkook jealous (11.2k)

You make me insane.

➳Chapter ten: when time slips through your fingers (10.1k)

I don’t want to lose you, peach.

➳Chapter eleven: when Jungkook visits Taehyung in Paris (8.4k)

Can’t wait for you to be back.

➳Chapter twelve: when it breaks (7.3k)

I can’t be with you.

➳Chapter thirteen: when it's too late (8.9k)

I have to talk to him.

➳Chapter fourteen: when the truth comes out (12.2k)

We never told each other how we felt.

➳Chapter fifteen: when you find your way back to Jungkook (7.4k)

You came?

➳Chapter sixteen: when Jungkook takes you out on a date (8.9k)

I think I was waiting for you my whole life.

➳Chapter seventeen: when forever awaits you (9k)

Getting to love you is the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me.

Drabbles in Jungkook's pov (might add more as the story goes on)

➳Chapter 1.5: the first party (1.6k)

Then why are you bringing him home, peach?

➳Chapter 3.5: Valentine's Day (1.1k)

We should have hung out like this before.

➳Chapter 4.5: a walk through campus (852)

You love it, peach.

➳Chapter 5.5: the return to reality (2k)

You wanted to talk?

➳Chapter 6.5: hosting his friends at the apartment (4.4k)

What the fuck is wrong with you?

➳Chapter 7.5: when he realizes (2.5k)

Isn't she Taehyung's sister?

➳Chapter 8.5: the engagement party (6.6k)

Have fun while it lasts.

➳Chapter 9.5: jealous jungkook (3k)

Shouldn’t I prove to you that you’ve got nothing to worry about?

➳Chapter 10.5: the morning before Paris (1.7k)

I promise I'll come back to you and make it work.

➳Chapter 11.5: the kiss (1.2k)

Just this once.

➳Chapter 12.5: after losing you (4.6k)

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

➳Chapter 13.5: returning home (4k)

What am I supposed to do?

➳ Chapter 14.5: losing you again (3k)

I can't believe you've been wearing the necklace

➳Chapter 15.5: a conversation with Taehyung, and his reunion with you (2.6k)

It’s never been like that with her.

☆☆☆☆☆

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[freelanderadventures]

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

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[tsukihasnolife]

If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

[bugtails]

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

i got clip studio!!! this is my first attempt with all the new stuff i can use

[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - The Alchemy

Requested: no

Swift Series

Warnings: not a whole pile

Soft morning light seeped through the heavy curtains of their hotel room, casting a warm, golden hue over the crumpled sheets and scattered clothes on the floor. Y/n blinked her eyes open, the familiar scent of Charles surrounding her. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the steady rhythm of his breathing beside her. She turned her head slightly, her gaze settling on him. Charles was still asleep, his face relaxed, his dark hair tousled against the pillow. Y/n couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He looked so peaceful, so different from the intense, determined driver the world saw every weekend on the track. Here, he was just Charle; her Charles.

Careful not to wake him, she shifted closer, her fingers tussling through his messy strands of hair, his head resting on her chest now. She felt his heartbeat as her other hand rubbed his back, steady and reassuring. For a moment, she just lay there, savoring the warmth of his skin, the feel of his arm draped lazily around her waist, holding her close even in his sleep. She wished they could stay like this forever, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world, where no one knew them as anything other than what they truly were — two people hopelessly in love. But reality was already knocking on the door, the clock ticking towards another day where they would have to pretend, where they would have to act like strangers in front of everyone else.

Charles stirred beside her, his eyes fluttering open. A sleepy smile spread across his lips as he looked down at her, his voice still thick with sleep. “Morning, mon amour." He murmured, tightening his hold around her. Y/n felt a rush of warmth at his words, her own smile mirroring his. “Morning.” She whispered back, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. She loved these quiet mornings, these stolen moments before the world intruded. Charles chuckled softly, his voice still husky. “I could get used to waking up like this every day.” He said, reaching up to place a kiss onto her lips. “Lying here with you, it feels like a dream.” Y/n laughed softly, the sound barely more than a whisper. “Then let’s just stay here.” She teased, even though she knew the answer. “We could order room service, stay in bed all day… forget about the race, the teams… everyone.”

Charles’ smile faltered for a second, and then he sighed, knowing they couldn’t. “I wish we could-” He replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “But you know they’d notice if we both disappeared.” She nodded, a small, resigned sigh escaping her lips. “I know." She said, pressing herself closer against him. “But I’m so tired of pretending, Charles. I hate not being able to talk to you or touch you when we’re around the others. It feels like… like we’re living a lie.” Charles’ hand slid up to cradle her cheek, his thumb brushing gently over her skin. “I know, mon coeur-” He said softly, his eyes filled with understanding. “I hate it too. But it won’t be forever, I promise. Just a little while longer… until we figure things out.”

Y/n nodded, biting her lip. “I just want to be with you.” She whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t care about the rules or what people think. I just want… us.” Charles’ heart swelled at her words. He wanted that too, more than anything. He wanted to shout it from the rooftops, to let the world know that Y/n was his and he was hers. But for now, he had to be patient, even if it felt like the hardest thing he’d ever done. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, his lips lingering against hers. “I know." He whispered against her mouth. “And we will be. Soon. But for now… let’s just enjoy these moments. Just you and me, here, like this.” Y/n’s eyes softened, and she nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Okay,” she agreed. “Just us."

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, tangled together in the sheets, the world outside their door feeling miles away. Charles traced lazy patterns on her back, his fingers moving in gentle, soothing circles. Y/n closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment, savoring the feel of his touch, the sound of his breathing. Eventually, though, the inevitable moment came. Charles glanced at the clock on the bedside table and sighed softly. “We should probably get up." He said reluctantly. “Before someone starts knocking on the door, wondering where we are.” Y/n groaned, burying her face in his chest. “Five more minutes?” She pleaded, her voice muffled. Charles chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Five more minutes.” He agreed, his hand stroking her hair. “But just five.”

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Monza had been electric. The Tifosi were buzzing, a sea of red flooding the stands as they cheered for il Predestinato. It had been a thrilling race, the kind that kept you on the edge of your seat, biting your nails until the final lap. And now, as the engines quieted and the checkered flag waved, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar. Charles had done it. He had won. But among the McLaren team, a different celebration was unfolding. Lando and Oscar had secured P2 and P3, a phenomenal result for the papaya team. Y/n stood among her colleagues, her heart swelling with pride for her drivers. Yet, every so often, her gaze drifted past the orange overalls and landed on Charles, who was still in his car, soaking up the cheers of his adoring fans. She waved over shyly, her boyfriend winking back in response. Y/n's breath caught every time she looked at him. Her boyfriend. Her secret. The thought made her lips curl into a smile that she quickly hid, remembering where she was. She had become an expert at stealing these fleeting moments, at acting like nothing more than a professional strategist who just happened to have a world-class racing driver as her secret lover.

Charles, however, couldn't shake their conversation from that morning. Seeing how much she wanted everyone to know that he was accounted for, to show everyone that he was in love and he loved her, that she was his and he was her's. He finally began walking towards the small crowd of papaya, easily overpowered by the scarlet of almost everyone around them, but his eyes searched for only one person, and it was her.

He found Y/n standing by the barriers, surrounded by the jubilant McLaren crew. She looked like a dream in her papaya team shirt, a proud smile on her lips as she clapped for Lando and Oscar. Charles’ heart pounded in his chest, a mix of exhilaration from the race and the need to be near her. He weaved his way through the small but busy parc fermé crowd, making his way towards the McLaren corner, his eyes locked on Y/n. She felt her heart rate quicken as she noticed Charles heading in her direction. Her cheeks flushed, and she subtly shifted, hoping to blend in with her colleagues. But there was no hiding from Charles. Not now.

Charles reached the edge of the barrier, his chest rising and falling as he looked at her, a grin spreading across his face. He reached out his hand, palm up, a silent invitation. Y/n’s eyes widened, panic setting in. “Charles." She hissed softly, glancing around at the sea of orange uniforms around her. “What are you doing?” But Charles didn’t answer. Instead, he grasped her hand, his grip firm and steady, pulling her gently through the crowd. He didn’t care about the stunned expressions, the murmurs spreading like wildfire. He had waited long enough. He was done hiding. Y/n stumbled forward, her breath catching in her throat. “Charles, wait—” She began, her voice low, but he didn’t give her a chance to finish. He pulled her close, his other hand finding her cheek, and then, right there in front of everyone, he kissed her.

Time seemed to freeze. The crowd gasped, a wave of shock rippling through the McLaren team and the spectators. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment for all the world to see. Y/n’s mind spun. She kissed him back for a moment, her body responding before her brain caught up. Then she pulled back slightly, her hands on his chest, her eyes wide. “Charles, are you crazy? Everyone is watching!” Charles’ smile was infectious, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper, something more sincere. “I don’t care." He said, his voice steady, his hand still holding hers. “I just won in Monza."

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She felt a mix of fear and exhilaration course through her veins. She glanced around, seeing the surprised faces, the stunned silence hanging in the air. "But I thought it'd be better kept a secret." She whispered, her voice laced with concern. Charles shook his head, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “None of it matters if I can’t be with you.” he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’m tired of pretending, Y/n. I’m tired of hiding. I want you by my side, always.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Y/n’s eyes, the weight of his words sinking in. She felt a surge of emotion, a rush of love and relief. She knew this was risky, that there would be consequences, but in that moment, with Charles looking at her like she was the only person in the world, none of it seemed to matter. A slow smile spread across her face, and she squeezed his hand. “Okay." She whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You should probably head to the interviews now, though." Charles’ grin widened, and he leaned in, pressing another kiss to her lips, this one softer, more tender. The crowd erupted into applause, the initial shock giving way to cheers and whoops. The cameras continued to flash, capturing the moment that would soon become the headline of every sports news outlet.

With a final, lingering look, he turned and walked toward the cool down roo., his head held high, his shoulders squared. "He blew a fonal kiss in her direction before his eyes darted around to wave to the tifosi swarming the track. "Im baffled." One of the engineers said, causing an eruption of laughter around them and causing Y/n's face to grow red. Then came the podium. First came Lando, then Iscar and then there he was; il Predestinato himself. The crowd’s cheers grew louder as he climbed the steps, taking his place in the center. Her own two drivers were there too, but Y/n’s eyes never left him. He stood tall, his racing suit stark against the bright backdrop, his face lit with an exhilarated, victorious smile. The anthem began to play, and the Italian flag was raised, the crowd singing along, their voices booming. Y/n felt her heart flutter with pride as she watched him stand there, his expression a mixture of joy and awe, soaking in the adoration of the Tifosi.

When the anthem ended, the officials presented him with the trophy—a magnificent, gleaming cup. He took it in both hands, raising it high above his head as the crowd erupted in a deafening roar. He glanced down, searching for her face amidst the sea of fans, and when he found her, his smile grew even wider. With a triumphant laugh, he pointed directly at Y/N, making sure she knew this moment was as much hers as it was his. Her breath caught, and she laughed through the tears, her heart soaring. She mouthed the words “I love you" and he nodded, as if to say “I know.”

Then came the champagne. He didn't spray his champagne, he instead closed his eyes and stood still as the three others on the podium drowned him out. Y/n closed her eyes, basking in the moment, tasting the champagne as if dripped down her face. And then, as the champagne bottles were emptied, he surprised everyone by taking his bottle of champagne and running from the podium, still holding the trophy in one hand. He made his way back to her, ignoring the surprised looks from the officials and the delighted cheers from the crowd. When he reached her, he placed the trophy in her hands. “Hold this for a second?” He grinned, his voice playful yet sincere. She took it, feeling its weight, her heart brimming with emotion. “It’s heavier than I thought.” She laughed.

He laughed too, a sound of pure joy. "First time holding a winners trophy?" He joked. "I held a winners trophy three times this season, thank you very much." She replied. "Four, you held mine in Monaco too. Now-" He paused, and with a swift, bold move, he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground slightly, and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. The crowd erupted into louder cheers, the sound of celebration filling the air. When they finally broke apart, he took the trophy back, grinning like a boy who had just won the world. “Let’s go spray some champagne.” He said with a wink.

[hvbris]

𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 & 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 @uselessdevice

When Leah kissed his cheek, Elliot felt like his brain had turned into a blue screen error. I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. I don't know if I'll ever feel like I deserve it. But I hope she never stops.

"Y-yeah, sure. Get everything you need," he replied awkwardly, brushing a hand in his hair before grabbing her stuff and putting it in his bag, much more carefully than he would have done with his own things. "You don't have to thank me, Leah."

@hvbris // & ELLIOT

She gave him a bright smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

"You're a peach." Leah told him, gathering the items into one pile so he could put them away. She wasn't gonna go rustling around in his backpack, after all. "I just have a couple more things to grab and then we can go. Thank you, Elliot. For everything."

[chiiroptereh]

If I lay here ... would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I was sad one night and wanted to watch something fun and colorful, so I tried Fionna and Cake and really liked it! Adopting Prismo as my surrogate blorbo he is such a pal (everyone's pal, for that matter)

I've been enjoying getting to explore some new fics, which is what this was inspired by (primarily this one), and then it went kinda off-the-rails and got experimental hahaha but that's okay, I was having fun!

[aleriya-darling]

if i lay here,

if i just lay here,

would you lie with me

and just forget the world

[mikaela-92]

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?