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

[iwannabeyourman]

idgaf what anyone says chasing cars by snow patrol is a Banger

[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: on-going (next update: August 30, 2024)

☆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

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➳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.

☆☆☆☆☆

All rights reserved to @/oddinary4bts, 2024. Do not copy, repost or translate.

[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

[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!

[mikaela-92]

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

[choices-and-voices]

Quotes from Kieran that straight-up sound like Shakespearean love poetry: a comprehensive list

‘None may touch me. None but you.’

‘What is left of my heart belongs to you. When you leave, it will shatter anew.’

‘Tell me I did not hurt you.’

‘How am I expected to pass another century without the taste of you on my tongue?’

‘After so many decades spent hating each sunset, knowing nightfall would take my freedom from me... I began to yearn for the moonrise instead of cursing it. Because dreams of you might be waiting on the other side.’

‘I would rather be cursed to roam the wilds as a beast every night than live endless lifetimes without you.’

‘Wherever it is that souls may go, you will find mine waiting for you at the end of all things.’

‘You shall pay dearly for every spilled drop of her blood.’

‘I was not lying. Were you?’

‘Just this once, beloved... I wish you could not lie.’

‘You hold all of my heart, beloved. Now, and always.’

‘I would make and unmake the world for you, beloved.’

‘Believe me when I say I want every part of you. Every version. Now and future.’

‘Look, beloved. Your skin is a canvas covered in stars.’

‘If I were you, I would begin by thanking her and throw yourself on her continued mercy. Because you’ll get none from me.’

‘What would be the point of immortality without you?’

‘No magic. Like an everyday mortal.’

‘Insult her again, and I will carve my refusal into your flesh, so that you may never forget it.’

‘I don’t care what your title is. Every breath, every beat of my heart belongs to you. You are mine for life.’

‘Thank you… for sharing the sky with me.’

‘If you lay a single hand on her, there will be nothing left of this place but a hole in the ground.’

‘Let us live in this moment long enough that I may love you the way you deserve.’

‘I will let nothing separate us… I shall always find you. Your heart calls to mine in a language beyond words.’

‘For you I would set worlds aflame, tear the sun and moon from the sky. I did not live before I met you.’

‘Perhaps you are the most courageous of all, for choosing to live among us. A mortal among gods.’

‘Welcome home, beloved.’

‘You helped me find peace in my grief. I will always help you find peace in yours.’

‘You sacrifice too much for me, beloved.’

‘I cannot give you my heart. It already belongs to someone else.’

‘There will always be tasks vying for our attention. But you are more important to me than any of them.’

‘I like being in here. I always want you to have the freedom of a place to call your own… and it means everything, that you welcome me in.’

(And finally, BONUS: Quotes from *other* characters in The Cursed Heart that straight-up sound like Shakespearean poetry, because the writers of this book just do. not. rest.)

‘I know you. I’m not afraid.’

‘I love him so terribly, it hurts.’

‘You are so much stronger than you know. And a love as strong as this is worth fighting for.’

‘Even if you kill me, I’m glad I met you. Because you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved. And I will love you until my very last breath.’

‘The world is rarely gentle to those who are so kind. It is you who must be the strongest of all.’

‘What do you want with that cursed thing?’ / ‘To cut the Sun and the Moon from the sky.’

‘Anything here that wishes to eat me had best prepare to choke.’

‘I know you. And I love you. Both your darkness and your light.’

‘You are everything I want. Just you. Just like this.’

‘If love could forestall death, we would all be immortal.’

‘All stories end. Even ours. That’s what makes them beautiful.’

‘I don’t care where I sleep, so long as it’s beside you.’

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

hi!:))) i literally love all ur recs! if this is too much it’s totally ok!

i was wondering if you know any fics where chris is a baby, or like when they met before the 118, i just love those fics!🫶

thank you, have a wonderful day!:)

hiiii! 😊 aww yay, that makes me so happy!!

oww, baby chris my most beloved 🥹 here's some for both of those!

teen dad!eddie & football player!buck | college au by bisexualbuckley @ (this is one of my favorite series ft. teen buddie and baby chris!)

look how they align by allyasavedtheday @littlespoonevan (different first meeting)

i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday @littlespoonevan (different first meeting)

kink club au by Princessfbi @princessfbi (different first meeting)

—and some self promo bc different first meetings are kinda my thing <3

straight out of left field by browneyedgirl6 (baby chris and different first meeting)

i look out my window, like i'm some deranged weirdo (what if your eyes looked up and met mine) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

when i lose my grip, you pull me back (you're my universe) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting/teen buddie)

with the sex so good that I won't forget it (feelin' the rush) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

the one where they met because of chris by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

if I asked you to stay, would you? by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

if i lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world) by browneyedgirl6 (different first meeting)

[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.