#Adel doesn’t like being touched at all

[polarades]

Expanding the story of these two meeting, just wrote this scene - Adel’s bandages need to be rewrapped

[violetwitchmcu]

All I Ask | j.w.

"Just this, no promises, no expectations. Just us—before everything changes."

wonwoo x reader // cw: slight angst, kissing // not proofread

🎸a/n: I was listening to music and all I ask came on and immediately ran to write this. grab your tissues you may cry.

PLAY ‘ALL I ASK’ BY ADELE WHILE READING

Y/N had been trying so hard not to think about it, trying not to let the tears fall. She didn’t want to cry tonight. Not now, not when everything they had was slipping through her fingers like sand. But the sadness, the finality of it all, had already seeped into her heart, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop it from breaking.

She took a step toward him, her voice trembling. "Wonwoo…"

His gaze lifted, his eyes dark with emotion. It was the first time tonight that he had looked at her like this—so vulnerable, so uncertain, like he, too, was struggling to find the right words.

"I don’t want to say goodbye," Y/N whispered, choking on the words. "I don’t want this to be the last time we’re together. I don’t want to let you go."

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything for a long moment. His silence seemed like the only thing he could offer in return. He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers gently, as if afraid to break the fragile moment they shared.

"You don’t have to say goodbye yet," he said, his voice rough, like it was fighting to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "Let’s just have tonight. Let me have tonight with you."

Her heart ached at his words. She knew what he meant. Tomorrow, he would leave for his mandatory military service, and everything would change. They both knew that. But right now, all she could hold on to was this last night together, before time and distance stretched between them, making everything feel farther away than it ever had before.

"All I’m asking," she whispered, stepping closer until her body was just inches from his, "is one last night with you. Just this, no promises, no expectations. Just us—before everything changes."

Wonwoo closed his eyes for a moment, his breath shaking. He had been trying so hard to stay strong, but he couldn’t help it—he was terrified. Terrified of what was coming. Terrified of losing her, even if it was just for a little while.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze filled with a mixture of longing and sorrow. "I’m scared, too," he admitted quietly. "I’m scared of what’s coming. But right now… I’m here. And I want you to know, no matter what happens, I’ll always carry this night with me. I'll carry you with me."

She closed her eyes, letting the words wash over her. It was the promise of something that could never be, but it was the best they could do. She reached up to touch his face, brushing her fingers against the side of his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

"Just tonight," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me have this. Please."

Wonwoo’s breath caught, and then, as if in surrender, he leaned in and kissed her. It was slow, tender, like he was trying to memorize every detail of her—the way her lips felt against his, the softness of her skin, the scent of her hair. The kiss deepened, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared. There was no military service, no uncertainty about the future—just the feeling of being completely present, together.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Y/N rested her forehead against his, her eyes closing as the tears she had held back finally fell.

"Tomorrow…" she started, but her voice broke, and she couldn’t finish the sentence.

Wonwoo held her tighter, his arms wrapping around her as if he could shield her from the inevitable. "Tomorrow doesn’t matter. Not tonight. Tonight, we have each other. No goodbyes. Just this moment. Just us."

And so, they held each other through the night, the world outside fading into nothingness. No more words were needed, only the quiet, unspoken promise that they would carry this memory, this last night together, into the uncertain future that lay ahead.

When the sun rose the next morning, Y/N knew they would have to say goodbye, but tonight would always be theirs—a night without promises, but full of love. Just as she had asked.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

YBF Peter x reader who successfully escapes? preferably by train for more suspense. like peter is just watch reader get in the train right as it takes off, and he’s so mad but like he looks heartbroken and reader is just happy to be away, but even WORSE, reader runs away with another lover? and maybe that lover is on the train too?

( going back to your touch of glass fanfic, maybe that character is Alastor :0 )

i love you so much for this, MWUAH. But seriously Peter would be LIVID.

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior! Yandere! Mentions of harm! Implications of sexual themes! Mentions of money struggles! Abuse!

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 HH & YBFੈ✩‧₊˚ * Part two is here!

songs you can play while listening: Kill Bill Remix with SZA & Doja Cat. At my Weakest by James Arthur. Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. Nobody by Mitski. Cold Shoulder by Adele. Mind by MillSoundBeatz. Creep by Radiohead. Me and your mama by Childish Gambino.

𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

It had started off simple enough. Peter was always having problems with his central air in his apartment. So, the súper of his complex would come to fix it. That’s where Husk came in.

Peter, at first, would wait around watching you while Husk did what he needed to do. Going over prices with Peter, checking the vents in each room, doing his usual checkup on the apartment. Husk didn’t speak much, hardly ever. He didn’t even bat an eye to Y/n. Or so she thought. Because of this, Peter didn’t see Husk as a threat, mainly because he wasn’t. But his employer was.

Alastor was the owner of the complex, running things after his mother had signed all the rights of the property over to him. With his growing fame he was able to keep it nice. Every once in a while he liked taking a walk around the property. This is how he meets you. Husk informs Alastor he needs to fix Peters central air again, and Alastor insists on going. With a few phone calls, Peter tells Husk you’ll be at the apartment to let him in, Peters out for the day.

Alastor walks into the apartment and immediately he finds you, sitting quietly while showing Husk the problem. But he can feel it, somethings off, somethings wrong here. So he goes snooping, and what does he find?

Dirtied clothes, blood on the bedsheets, he can see bruises from where your clothes don’t cover, and he puts the pieces together. You’re being abused, simple as that. Now, Alastor can’t really evict Peter, he pays his rent on time, and aside from the central air unit going down more than he’d like, it’s not uncommon. So, he decides to try speaking with you.

Then you break, you begin sobbing the moment Alastor asks if you’re okay. Husk moves to lock the front door of the apartment while you whisper to Alastor everything goin on, all in a frenzy. Your panicking, scared. Alastor feels bad, or as bad as he can feel for you.

So he comes up with a plan. He sits with you, and he has Husk break other things around the apartment, not too urgent but enough to catch attention of the damage, this way Husk and Alastor have a reason to keep coming back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do” Alastor says, sitting you down. You nod listening intently. “Why don’t I get you a train ticket, wherever you want. You’ll need to take multiple trains though, this way he doesn’t find you.” Alastor says, looking around the apartment a second. “ I’ll go with you, and we can get you settled somewhere else. New name, new life. How does that work for you?” He asks, and you nod your head.

“Anything is better than here. Please just get me out.” You beg, and Alastor nods.

“Play nice for a month. I’ll work out the details, and I’ll come back with Husk for repairs.” Alastor says as he nods to Husk, who nods back. “In the meantime, try gaining his trust. We’ll schedule a day where we need to repair, one where Peter isn’t here. You’ll gather your things, or whatever you can take, and we’ll leave.” Alastor says and you nod, desperate. Finally, finally someone helps.

The month feels long. Having to cuddle with Peter, having to reassure him you love him. That you would never leave him, that he’s your world. It made you want to throw up inside, but at least his trust was growing.

Sometimes you’d cry to him to sell the act, telling him you just wanted to be happy together, that you wanted a family with him. That you loved him more than anything. Then, the day finally came.

“The super is coming to fix the loose pipe under the sink, I have to go out and run a few errands, so I need you to make food for when I get back.” He says, giving you a kiss goodbye before leaving. You wait a while, maybe thirty minutes before Husk and Alastor show up. Husk gets to work on the pipe while Alastor helps take your things to his car. Alastor had used Peters laptop to make sure the train was leaving on time, before the two of you got in his car leaving.

Husk had waited outside the apartment, watching Peter walk in from his hiding spot. From outside, things could be heard thrown around.

“Y/n? What happened to the food?” Peter asks, walking around the apartment. He checks the bathroom, you aren’t there. Bedroom, you aren’t there. He’s starting to panic. Did he get too careless? Maybe you just stepped out, you’ll be back right?

Until he hears a beep from his laptop. It’s dying. He checks the screen, seeing several tabs open. The train time is up on the screen, and he’s silent for a minute. All he can think is how dare you, how could you do this to him? Maybe your testing him, testing his love. Testing to see how far he’d go for you. He grabs his keys off the counter and dashes out the door. He’s going to get you. He has thirty minutes left. It’s three fifty nine, meaning the train should leave around four thirty. Its a fifteen minute drive from his apartment to the train station, if he speeds up it can get to ten.

Husk calls Alastor in a panic, the two of you just passing through metal detectors.

“Hello?” Alastor asks as he begins to fix his watch back onto his wrist.

“He just left the apartment. He’s pissed.” Husk said, slight worry in his voice. Alastor looks over you while you fix your shoes, not noticing a thing.

“We’ll be fine. The train leaves soon and it’s a line before we get on. He can’t get us there.” Alastor says calmly, not wanting to scare you.

The two of you go through security fine and are at the end of the line. Gates begin to close, and it’s only when you hear shouting that you get nervous. Alastor is allowed on the train before you, considering you had more things. But, in the distance, you hear frantic shouting and things crashing. You turn around and there’s Peter, running like a mad man through security, calling your name.

“Miss do you know him?” The worker asks you and you shake your head. Quickly, the train begins to move, and you panick as your things are finally locked on. You had taken too long to get on. Now running down the station you get close enough to the stairs to jump, ticket still in hand. The cart rattles a bit and the door opens. Alastor looks confused, but embraces you nonetheless.

“He found me.” You said, turning around. Peter stands at the station as you get further from him. He looks defeated, hopeless. Angry, hurt. He stares at you mouth agape, unsure what to do. His eyes aren’t on you only though, no, he’s glaring at Alastor. His arm around your waist, and the way he ushers you into the cart with a tender kiss on your cheek. He’s livid.

This isn’t the end, Peter thinks. Not for a long shot.

[taylortruther]

not that it's been *super* pervasive, but I do think it's interesting that, after feeling heralded for being mature for her age while simultaneously maintaining an impossible youthful stature (thinking of 1989 era especially), now we have (some) comments thrown at taylor for needing to "grow up" - all the way from things like the kim/kanye of it all to the football game appearances to the societal markers of being an adult woman - a husband and children (not to equate these things lmao but i think you'll know what I mean)

just very interesting how the awkward balance between being mature for one's age while also "required" to stay young in other ways is impossible to sustain, especially in the spotlight, and could then easily lead to a relative "immaturity" later down. which could also manifest in more obvious acting out, if you will, that we've seen from other female celebrities

i think taylor has always felt that tension between her youth being a reason people listen to her/find her special but it was a literally fleeting trait, out of her control. nothing new's observations, about how everyone loves an ingenue, but she won't be beloved or "cute" forever, touches on this really well.

and she knows there's a huge sexist component too. why is a woman not considered "grown up" until she's married and has children? this vulture piece touches on that and i reflect on it a lot.

I don’t see Beyoncé as 17 and in Destiny’s Child anymore. I don’t see Adele as being 18, doing those first small songs and albums. Different people, right? But we still do this thing where Taylor is 15. It’s a Taylor thing, and I can’t put my finger on it, so I want you to. [...] Taylor doesn’t have a child. And in our patriarchal society, when does a woman change? When she becomes a mother. All the women you mentioned became mothers, and maybe one of the main reasons why we don’t accept Taylor as an adult is because the childless woman remains a strange figure in our society. We don’t know how to accept childless women as adults. I’m gonna thank you, Taylor, for not having kids yet because we really need more childless women out there showing their path.

but i was actually thinking how every starlet basically has this "acting out" phase, because they want to break free of the goody goody image and grow up and rebel for various reasons. one might argue reputation was taylor's first go at it, but i think ttpd is actually her "rebel" album. she basically calls it that in bdilh, talking about how she's been raised by her audience to be caged/hated, calls herself a precocious child that isn't allowed to grow up, she's misunderstood and wants to own her own mistakes/choices.

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 08

Set Fire to the Rain

But I set fire to the rain

Watched it pour as I touched your face.

- ( The song of this Chapter is 'Set Fire to the Rain' by Adele.)

What's one supposed to say when she is trapped in a box with her family's sworn enemy, with his thumb pressed against her pulse point as he promises to ruin her?

Probably nothing.

It would also probably be a sane move not to provoke him further.

But not today.

Today she hovers on the brink of insanity.

"Either you want to ruin me or you want to make me work for you. Choose your poison, Mr. Raizada," the words are ice chips, melting in her mouth.

She squares her shoulders. Her fingers wrap around his wrist one by one as she removes his hand from her skin. His palm glides along her neck. The roughness drags along. It burns. She grits her teeth to stop the tingling in her fingertips as they brush against his forearm when she lets his wrist go. Her red glass bangles clink softly against her quivering wrist.

"And if you’re going to ruin me, you better make it worth my while. Because I'm sure as hell not going to work for you under a threat," she lets out, emphasising the word 'threat'.

His eyes are radioactive, seeping into her bones and poisoning her core.

He leans in, bringing his lips close to her ear. She balls her fist to tame down a shiver that's threatening to run wild, as his stubble whispers against her cheek. Rose petals bloom across the skin, making her weightless.

"One day, Miss Gupta," his breath feathers over her ear. "I am going to collect that debt I owe you.'' His words are ghosts, lurking in the shadows. "....and you know what?" His voice grazes over her skin like sand against slik; coarse, raw and primal.  "........ You are going to enjoy repaying me."

She can't breathe. Whatever retorts she's formed in her mind are on the floor. Warm floods her skin as a sudden rage fills every fibre of her being. Her hands tremble as she clenches them into fists, nails digging into her palms.

The nerve of him!

The words replay in her mind, burning like a wildfire she can’t put out. Her fingertips burn with the desire to do something. Anything. She wants to hurt him, wants to shake that cold indifference off his face. She hates that about him the most, how he never loses control, never falters. She tries to breathe, to calm herself, but the knot in her chest only tightens.

He straightens up, holding her hazels in his caramel-browns and takes a few steps back to reach the opposite side. He dials a number and brings the phone to his ear without leaving her hazels, not even for a single second.

"We are done."

The elevator dings open, somewhere she doesn't know. She doesn't care at all. She is too busy taming the wildfire raging through her bones.

And with the ghost of a sardonic smirk, he strides down the empty hallway while she drills a hole in his back with her fiery gaze.

Oh no, we are not so done.

Why is Mr. 'we-are-done' so adamant about collecting a debt that she doesn't even consider one at all?

He is still that encrypted code she can’t crack. A code she has no desire to decode.

No, that's not true. She wants to burn the code. She wants to overwrite it, hack all the data and leak all of them over the network. She wanted to erase every trace of him and let all his data dissolve into static.

She doesn’t know if it’s possible to feel this level of hate that is coursing through her body.

No, no, no. They are not done.

Not yet.

When she exits the lift in the basement, she notices the crowd gathered, waiting for the elevator, and the electrician working frantically to ensure everything is alright. A restaurant executive rushes toward her, profusely apologizing for the inconvenience. She just smiles and says she's fine.

No harm done.

Not externally.

Then she realizes someone has rendered her ride back invalid. Very rudely.

She signs, attempting to call an Uber. She certainly isn't going to call Mr.Jha and explain the situation to him. She decides to wait in the lobby for her Uber.

Meanwhile, the sky keeps rumbling and the first drops of rain begin to fall, light at first, then more insistent. The soft pitter-patter turns into a steady rhythm. She watches as the rain pours down in sheets, blurring the view of the streetlights and cars, the cityscape dissolving behind a curtain of water.

Her fingers twitch slightly at her sides, wanting to reach out and touch the raindrops. The pull to step out into the rain consumes her. She envisions the water sliding down her arms, soaking her clothes until they cling to her like a second skin. The rain, pure and untamed, would wash away her chains, make her feel free.

Her phone rings. Her Uber is here.

The Uber moves slowly, cutting through the rain. The world seems distant, almost dreamlike. She leans slightly against the window, tracing the droplets that race down the glass. Her gaze flicks to the side mirror when she senses another car trailing behind, its headlights dimmed but unmistakably following her every turn. Her breath hitches as the car maintains a steady pace, neither speeding up nor lagging behind. It’s a sleek black vehicle, but the heavy downpour prevents her from seeing the license plate or the car model.

The wipers move in a rhythmic sweep over the windshield, almost in sync with the beating of her heart. There's an eerie precision in the way it follows, unhurried but deliberate, as if its driver has all the time in the world. Her fingers tighten around her phone.

She looks down at her phone, contemplating whom to call. She spares another glance outside, but the car has vanished into the rain. She lets out a sigh of relief, the tension in her shoulders easing as she chides herself for being unnecessarily paranoid.

The Uber entered a quiet, secluded stretch of a road and suddenly, the vehicle came to an abrupt halt, jolting her in the seat.

“What happened?”

“The tyre is punctured, ma’am. Just give me a few minutes. I’ll change it,” the driver replies, his tone apologetic as he steps out into the rain.

She sighs. It's a long night indeed. On this side of the city, she won't even find another transport. She glances at her phone. And, oh shit, it's dead. Fantastic.

The sound of laughter filters through the closed windows, drawing her gaze outside. Little boys and girls splash joyfully in the puddles, their feet kicking up water in playful abandon while their laughter echoes in the air. Their bodies move with a freedom she can't help but envy. Her fingers twitch as she watches them. Their carefree innocence tugs at the corners of her soul, begging her to let go. And with her heart in between her palms, she gives in and steps out of the car.

The rain cascades around her like a curtain of shimmering diamonds as it seeps into her hair and clothes. She extends her hand and clutches a fistful of rain. She feels the raindrops on her fingertips. They slide in, weaving their way through her fingers, into her palm. She looks up feeling the cool droplets kissing her skin. For one infinite moment, she feels free.

Her lips stretch as a laugh bubbles up inside. With a childlike giggle, she kicks off her heels, letting them tumble to the ground, and joins the children in their rhythmless dance. The puddles became her stage and the rain an enchanting symphony, drumming against the earth. The tinkling of her glass bangles joins in, singing the melody of joy.

Her skin starts burning as she feels the weight of being watched, but she is too lost in the magic of the moment to care.

She twirls and leaps, her movements mirroring the carefree abandon of the children, their laughter harmonizing with the whispers of the rain. The raindrops fold her into their arms and smile against her skin while the cold wind wraps around, braiding a soft magic through her hair.

The world around her transforms, where the rain is her elixir, dissolving chains around her. The raindrops become her feathers, glistening as they cling to her skin. They are the air under her wings, lifting her higher and higher. With each twirl and each spin, she sheds the shackles and spreads the wings like the bird she was born to be.

Lost in the rhythm of her movements, she loses her footing and slips, but instead of falling, a strong arm wraps around her as she collides into a hard chest. An Armani-clad chest.

In Charcoal black.

The world is eerily quiet and time becomes a broken hourglass bleeding seconds through sands, slipping beyond her reach as her fingers wrap around his lapel. The warmth radiating from him contrasts with the cool rain. Her heart grows wings. Fluttering, flapping, soaring.

She looks up, swallowing the nothing in her throat, to meet the brown orbs, to see how they look soaked in the rain. 

And they are magnificent.

His browns change colours, sometimes it's like moulted chocolate, sometimes caramel brown, sometimes caramel and chocolate mixed together.

Yet, always bottomless, like the deepest part of the ocean.

Right now, they are liquid gold, swirling with the rich hue of dark chocolate and moulted amber. The raindrops clinging to his lashes sparkle like jewels in the streetlight.

The rain continues to pour down, creating a cocoon over them. Piercing the veil comes a foreign voice.

"Sir, do you have any extra tyres to lend? Mine is jammed."

It startles both of them as they push away from each other, reacting like they’ve just touched something scorching hot. And then, she remembers, where she is, who she is and who he is, everything.

"Yes, I have one in the trunk," he replies, without abandoning her eyes. He racks his fingers through his rain-soaked hair. Her fingers ache to follow the same path.

Yet.

"No, no need," she says firmly, clenching her fingers into a tight ball and turns toward the driver. "You don't have to take me any further. I'll manage myself. Let me just get my purse."

"You have a very stubborn passenger, I see."

"Oh, thanks for the compliment,    Mr. Raizada, but I can't afford any of your debts."

She turns angrily to reach the car, but his hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist.

A thunderclap echoes, so does her scream.

The glass bangles shatter, digging into her skin, drawing blood. She clutches at her wrist, closing her eyes tightly to breathe through the sudden pain. Crimson dripping from the breech.

"Fuck," a crack in his calm, controlled demeanour appears before it vanishes in thin air. "Let me see."

A soft murmur.

But she draws her hand away.

"I said let me see," this time a little forceful.

"No thanks!!! Keep away from me," She snaps through gritted teeth, but it comes out like a broken yell. Tears of anger, pain, and frustration roll down her cheeks, intermingled with the rain. The night is just not ending anytime soon. She starts walking toward the car.

The rain has slowed down to a light drizzle. He tosses the car keys to the driver and commands, "Be quick."

Without uttering another word, he grabs her other wrist, careful of the bangles this time and all but drags her toward his car, which is parked behind the Uber. When they reach the passenger side, she jerks her wrist free.

He opens the car door, causing the interior light to illuminate the surroundings. "Don't talk to me like that".

Her eyes narrow, his unyielding.

He reaches out to grab her injured wrist, but she takes a step back. Yet he reaches out once more, grabbing her forearm and bringing her wrist under the light. She tries to snatch her wrist free.

The more he attempts to see her wound, the more she tries to break free. At the end of the tug-of-war, he growls, "Khushi." A warning.

That stops her.

Because she've never heard her first name falling from his lips before.

Nobody says her name like this.

His lips wrap around the word.

His rasp caresses every syllable.

She winces slightly as he inspects her wound, her delicate wrist imprisoned in his colossal fingers, a fragile bird caught in the grip of a storm. A broken shard of glass lies embedded in her skin. Without saying anything he lowers his head, his teeth grip the jagged piece and pull it out. Her heart races in her wrist, pulsing in her fingers.

A delicate whimper escapes her lips, as fragile as the flicker of lightning under the dark cloud above.

His eyes lock instantly onto hers as he spits the glass piece out. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, tasting the crimson that lingers there.

Red paints her cheeks, spreading to her neck, down to her chest, as he cleans her wound and wraps it in fresh gauze from his glove box.

"We are ready to go, ma'am," the driver's voice floats from somewhere in this misty haze as he hands the keys back.

"I'll be there in a minute," her words split in half as she replies.

Her hazels bore into his browns. He crosses her arms. His face is empty except for a slight lift, resembling a smile, playing on his lips. She says nothing. With one last gaze, she walks away, telling herself not to look behind. And she succeeds.

When the Uber starts to move along the streets, she sees a familiar, sleek black car trailing her. Again. The same one that has been trailing her before. But this time it doesn't turn her blood cold. Her blood is lava, coursing through her veins.

The car follows her till she reaches her house. It doesn't come close. It stops half a mile from the main gate. Two guards manning the entrance look at her before they open the gate. The Uber rolls inside and she stares back till she can see no more.

Author's note: Another chapter down! Your thoughts mean everything to me, so feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think.

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[ndl4l]

State of grace,

Part two.

I’m sorry this took so long! I hope you like it! 🩷🩷

It’s not really a trigger warning but it does get heated at some point! Read at your own risk!

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".. and then, she posted a picture of her eyebrows. Which everyone thinks was a way of mocking Selena.” She waves a nugget to his face, moving her hands as she explains the new TikTok drama to him.

“So she got the boy and she is still not happy?” Niko seriously wonders. His chin is prompt up on the palm of his hand, his head slightly tilted to the side to look at her as his full attention is on her. This all started with a simple question, little did he know how intrigued by the drama she would be.

“I think she needs validation from people, you know? like she needs someone to tell her he's more happy with her, she’s better than all his exes. I don't think it's about Selena.” She finally takes a break to breathe and bite into the nugget she has been holding for so long.

He let her talk for more than five minutes, uninterpreted. Niko hasn't said a single thing the whole time. He just gasps and makes disapproval noises here and there.

“Yeah but, what about the tweets and everything she made towards Selena? Maybe she is a fan. I mean, it's Selena Gomez!"

She nods, reaching for his coke. She finished hers as soon as they left Mcdonalds, and Niko is allowing her to sip off his. He doesn’t really care about the drink or the food, he just wanted to spend some time with her.

His car is parked in an abandoned parking lot, the only people around being them. It's quiet and they have a perfect view of the sunset.

“Maybe she's insecure 'cause she knows Selena was his first love. First love is different.” She dips her next nugget into ketchup and bites it in half.

Niko smiles, "have you had a first love?"

“well, no, but I’ve read about it.”

Niko's loud laugh echoes in the silence of the small car. It's only at that moment that she realizes there's no music playing on the radio. She reaches for it and presses the button to turn it on. She quickly opens the bluetooth on her phone to pair it with Niko's car, before he gets a chance and makes them listen to Adele again.

“Same thing!” He sarcastically mumbles to her. He watches her scroll down on her spotify playlists, unsure what to put on.

“Play Adele.” He moves his finger towards the screen of her phone and she flicks it away.

“Don't touch my phone!”

He smiles, stealing some of her fries. She only has a couple left and he takes them. They both decided to split dessert and she has been eating so slowly, it started to drive him mad.

"If my boyfriend, no husband, if my husband stayed silent whilst the whole internet was tearing me apart i would be filling for divorce, you know." She mumbles as Ciggarettes after sex start playing in the backgroud. Niko raises his eyebrows at the choise of music but doesn’t comment on it.

“He didn't say anything?”

She makes her eyes wide, to emphasize how bad she believes it is and shakes his head no.

"What a nonce."

"don't say that!" She says but still laughs. He does too.

They stay in silence for a few minutes. Soft music comes from the speakers as they're watching the sun go down. They enjoy each others company, Niko has long forgotten about the dessert, and Y/n no loger interested in the drama. Or the nuggets left in the red container.

“Do you want to get married?”

He turns to look at her, her question throwing him off. Who asks that? “What kind of question is that? I dont know!”

“I think you do. You look like someone who wants to be married.”

He snorts, his eyes on hers. “How does one who wants to be married look?”

She waves her hand up and down his face and he slaps it away.

“You’re weird.” He chuckles, but what he really means is you’re almost as weird as me and I love it.

A new song by CAS starts playing and she mouths along to the lyrics as Niko pretends to be looking somewhere outside of his window. But his attention is on her. It’s always on her when she’s in the same room as him. And it’s so painfully obvious, to everyone else but her, apparently. AJ’s voice rings in his head, “Say something man. You’re weird, she’s weird, you’re like the perfect match.”

“What if she doesn’t feel the same? What if I’m just a friend to her?”

“What if you’re not?”

His heart is beating like crazy. He feels like it’s gonna come out of his body and explode everywhere inside the car and he would have to clean it up. His eyes are on her again. Her questions have been making his head spin the whole time and the only reason he kept answering and playing along was to see the little crease that forms at the end of her eyes every time he says something funny.

“Do you think I’m good looking?” His question comes out of nowhere and he’s surprised with the confidence that came over him. A second pass by and he cringe with himself. Who asks that?

“Yeah.” She answers, not thinking about it. Something that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. She doesn’t need time to think about it, like it’s something that has been running through her mind for days waiting to be told. “Do you think I’m good looking?”

“Well..yeah. I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He feels his whole body burn and he can’t meet her eyes.

She chuckles. “No, I’m not.”

“You don’t have a say on that one, I’m afraid.”

This would have been the perfect time for their first kiss. He could just easily lean towards her and by cupping her cheek bring them closer. She would taste like ketchup mixed with coke and it would be the best kiss of his life.

But he didn’t lean on. He didn’t do anything. He stayed frozen in his seat, while another song started playing, and then another and another one. They didn’t say much after. She had no more questions to ask. He drove her home, she said ‘thank you’, ‘good night’, ‘talk soon’, and disappeared into her house.

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Two days later, he was picking her up again. This time, they were filming a video for the beta squad channel and she was gonna be taking the photos. Before even properly getting in the car, she made a disapproval sound and flicked his arm.

“Hello?” He jokingly turns to her, puzzled by her attitude.

“Seriously?” She asks him while pointing to the backseats.

“What?” His eyes follow her finger and smiles.

“You’re disgusting, why do you have this still?” She picks up the untouched dessert from two nights ago and opens the box.

“Ew don’t do that.” He closes the lid on her face, almost catching her nose, and pulls the box away from her. “I’ll throw this out.”

“Why didn’t you before?”

“I forgot,” he mumbles and starts the car. He can feel her smile and her eyes looking at him. With the corner of his eyes he checks to see if she actually watches him and when he does, he snickers.

“You are so weird. Look the road, not me weirdo.”

She bites on her lower lip, her eyes not leaving him. She wants to say something, he realizes, but what?

“Here,” he hands her his phone, hoping to get her eyes off him, “play something else.”

She takes his phone and scroll down on his Spotify playlists only to find half the songs they were listening to the other night in his liked ones. That makes the fuzzy feeling on her stomach come back and she blushes when their eyes meet for a quick second.

“When are you gonna ask me out?” She leans back on the headrest and looks at him with a small fading smile on her lips.

“Um, I mean- I didn’t know you want me to.” Speechless Niko is her favorite version of him. He doesn’t make an appearance often, but when he does he’s sweet and innocent looking— the complete opposite of his regular self.

“Oh come on. Did you really think I like football or fighting that much? Or did you think I can’t find another way to go places without calling you? And I’m not stupid, I’ve noticed how the boys tease you sometimes.”

He drums his fingers on the steering wheel while bitting the inside of his cheek, fighting another smile from escaping his mouth. “Okay. Go out with me.”

She shakes her head no, “too aggressive.”

He nobs. “Will you go out with me?”

She smiles. “Too general.”

He smiles too. “Tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 8. How’s that?”

“Perfect. I'll see you then.”

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He had been dressed and ready to go three hours before the date. He was passing around the house, made an appearance in sharkys live stream, and chatted with Chucks and Kenny in their backyard. What usually is a twenty-minute drive to her house, this time it took him forty minutes. He was driving slowly, trying to kill time, but still, when he parked in her street the clock was showing 7:15 p.m. He waited four minutes before ringing the bell.

She opened the door, smiling up to him. “You said 8.”

“Is it not 8?” He crunches his eyebrows, pretending to check the time on the watch on his wrist. “It must be broken then!” He throws his arm in the air, making her laugh.

“You’re weird.”

“Thank you.” He clears his throat, taking a step closer. “This..um..I got this for you.”

He hands her a beautiful bouquet of pink, red, and white lilies. Her eyes spark with surprise as she looks at the flowers in his hand.

“You got me flowers?” She reaches for them, “You got me flowers!”

“That’s the bare minimum!” Faith, her roommate yells from somewhere inside the apartment.

“Do you wanna come in for a second? I’m almost ready.”

You’re already beautiful, he wants to say but the second the door closes behind him , Y/n disappears inside her room, leaving Niko standing in the living room across from Faith.

“Took you long enough.” She mumbles from her spot on the couch, not even bothering to look up from her phone.

“Yeah, yeah.” Niko nods, “I know. I’ve been told before.”

“Oh, so you know you’re an idiot then.”

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“Hey,” he opens slightly the door to her room and peeks inside, “can I come in?”

“Yes.” She’s standing in the middle of the room, trying to zip up her dress. “Can you..” she motions for him to step closer and he walks up to her with shaking hands to help her.

“Your friend was driving me mad.”

“Asking a lot of questions?”

“She asked me what my blood type is.” His hands find her waist and she bites her lower lip, already loving the contract.

“Your hands are really warm,” she jokes and he pinches her side, playfully.

“I’m a little nervous.”

“Yeah, me too.” She whispers.

He slides the zipper up and turns her around to look at her face. “This doesn’t feel wrong, does it?”

She shakes her head, “not really. Should it?”

He raises one eyebrow, looking down on her, “I don’t think so.”

“The date hasn’t started yet.” He whispers.

“I know.” She whispers back. They are so close, if she lifts her head a little more and he leans down towards her, they could kiss.

“Can I still kiss you?”

She smiles, “if you want to.”

He brings his hands up from her waist and cups both her cheeks bringing her face closer to his. Her lips are soft and taste like cherries. The kiss is short and sweet and before he gets it too far, he pulls back. His hands are still on her cheeks, and she’s biting on her lower lip looking up at him.

“That was a good kiss.”

“You taste good.”

They say at the same time. They laugh and Niko starts rubbing his thumb in circles on her cheek. Something doesn’t help the butterflies that feel ready to explode in her belly.

“Niko?” Her voice comes out as a whisper but they’re so close, he can hear her perfectly.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.”

His mouth quickly finds hers again. This time her arms are around his neck and he keeps his around her waist. She takes control of the kiss, biting on his lower lip and making his head spin. They take two steps back and fall on top of the mattress, her legs closing around his waist as he uses one arm to support his body against hers.

“Is this going too fast?” He breaks the kiss to ask, his lips ghosting over hers.

“No, not at all.”

He starts kissing down her neck, her cheeks and every inch of her face he can get access to. He bites slowly on her neck, leaving open mouth kisses and licking slowly the same spot when he hears giggling coming from her.

“Are you ticklish?” He says, moving a little to the left to another spot.

“No, I was just think how I used to watch you interview and make fun of people on the street and now we’re about to have sex.”

“Okay,” He shoots his head up fast and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

“But it’s true.”

“Well,” he opens his eyes, looking down on her face and smirks. “You were a fan of me?”

“No, not really. I was watching your videos every time they would come up on my feed, but I wasn’t subscribed or anything.”

He pinches her cheek, “so you didn’t want me to succeed? Thank you.”

She starts laughing, making him roll his eyes at her. “Stop it.”

The loud knocking make them stop and turn to face the closed door of her room.

“What are you guys doing?” Faith asks from the other side of the door, “ You can’t skip to the last stage! You have to go out first!”

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Thankyou for reading! I don’t know if I’m making another part, but ideas are more than welcomed! ✨🫶

Let me know if you want me to make them break up now

[diaphamin]

stranger. — mark lee 𝜗𝜚

in which mark lee attempts to text his ex girlfriend, not knowing her number was switched over to you.

part seven read part one or eight at the bottom

marks head felt cloudy from trying to regulate his breathing, because what the fuck was that? the person he’s been spilling his heart to has been going behind his back this whole time?

guys… of course not!

“mark!” you called out behind him, “mark stop walking!” mark felt frozen in place, truly hearing your voice for the first time. his heart which once was settled began to beat out of his chest, yeah there’s that fucked up feeling again.

you caught up to him placing your hand on his shoulder ushering him to turn around, “what the heck, markus?”

seriously? you were going to call him by that stupid nickname and act like nothing happened? he took a look at your face really taking the chance to observe it, realizing he hadn’t before.

“why did you leave, and how do you know that giselle girl?” you asked, did you seriously just say that? are you really talking to him like he’s an idiot?

he finally found the courage to speak up, “do you think i’m stupid?” he asked, meeting your gaze. he thinks you have pretty eyes, but that doesn’t matter. you also have the eyes of a back-stabbing bitch!

“mark you already know i don’t, what’s wrong?” your voice seemed genuine, did you really not know? and why does your voice sound so sweet? “you were in there with her, laughing with her, was it about me?” his voice became shaky.

“her? what? mark what are you saying?!”

“my ex! the girl i’ve been telling you about this whole time! you’ve known her this whole time!” tears started to brim his eyes, “fuck.” he really didn’t want to cry in front of you, but he didn’t know why this hurt him so bad. “mark… giselle is your ex? are you serious?” you look up at him, your heart feels like a giant lump in your throat, what are the fucking chances?

“yes, and it hurts when you act so clueless.” fuck, his tears are spilling, “mark i just met her, i swear, mark i would never do that to you, i didn’t know!” you grab his hand attempting to reassure him, but why does it feel so nice when you do that?

is she being honest? did you seriously not know? “are you serious?” he asked you, his hand feeling like its melting at your touch. “yes mark, i don’t know how many times i can swear on it.”

he doesn’t know what to think, doesn’t know if he can trust you. but something that he can’t escape is the feeling you give him. you make him feel secure, you make him feel comfortable, you make him feel heard. you have this whole time.

the tears haven’t stopped, he’s never felt this confused before— and to top it all off you’re looking at him with those eyes, those pleading eyes like you’re begging him to believe you, so he does.

he gives into your touch, gripping your hand like it would pain him to let go, “okay, i believe you.” his voice is still shaky, his face his stained with tears.

she let’s go of the breath she was holding, “oh mark, thank you.”

“i’m sorry, for um, overreacting.”

“no mark it’s okay, i would’ve too.”

“really?”

“yes, mark.”

yapamin: sigh… guess who’s jealous of adele… BEYONCÉ. we get marks mind next chapter. see you next week on keeping up with the neos.

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My Favorite Underrated WLW Cinema

To keep this as a memory, after a lot of deliberation, I’m creating this list of all my favorite Sapphic movies of all time. Note that it is purely subjective to me, and they aren’t necessarily big-budget, blockbusters, or period dramas. I obviously love films like Carol, the Handmaiden, etc. a lot, but personally, I love indie films. So, these are mostly Indie films and are quite underrated. All of these have beautiful poetic cinematography and heart-touching storylines. In no particular order:

1. The Half of It (2020, USA):

Probably the most famous film on this list, this is Alice Wu’s second directorial venture after a long hiatus post Saving Face. It’s about a seventeen-year-old girl named Ellie Chu who is basically a dark academia Tumblr lesbian. She liked the pastor’s daughter but well the pastor’s daughter is very pretty so many boys like her. One of the boys approach her to write a love letter coz lesbehonest we’ve been there done that (I mean I’m 100% Ellie minus the swag) and a lot of things happen. Just watch the film to know more. It's beautiful, deep, and sweet and has some tidbits about religion and queerness. Oh, and cute platonic friendships.

2. Desert Hearts (1985, USA):

The shots in this film is literally so ahead of its time, it feels like a period film honestly. Plus, the costume, the landscape- if you’re an 80s fashion buff, this is the best thing that could happen to you. Not to mention the leads are extremely beautiful. It was also groundbreaking for being a film of 1980s that didn’t shame lesbians and made them own up their sexualities. Also, if you like older women, I gotchu.

3. Moonlit Winter (2019, South Korea)

This was truly unlike any sapphic film I ever watched. It’s basically about a teenage girl discovering her mom is gay and helping her get back to her lover. Like? Omg? Also gay Asian middle-aged lesbians and repressed emotions? I’m bawling my eyes out. The lingering shots were especially beautiful and the strengthening of the mother-daughter relationship throughout the runtime as the mother gradually got comfortable in acknowledging her sexuality hit home. Like no, my mother isn’t gay but who doesn’t have mommy issues. Right….. Right?

4. Water lilies (2007, France):

Have you had feelings for your senior? Did you have gay panic in your changing rooms? Did you have homoerotic tension with women in tight swimming costumes? Did you have internalized homophobia? This film is all that and Celine Sciamma and Adele Haenel’s first film together so wink wink ultra super gay.

5. Shiva Baby (2020, USA and Canada):

It’s about a miserable bisexual girl who has to deal with her sugar daddy, her ex-girlfriend, her parents and the outcomes of her pathological lying while her sugar daddy’s wife ( Diana Agron I KNOW) poses a threat to her existence. It’s a comedy and it’s very funny. The set ups were hilarious, the plot twists were un anticipated and the horror music score was so unconventional but it fit perfectly.

6. Our love story (2016, South Korea):

It is probably the most realistic portrayal of a queer couple in their twenties on film. The messiness of it, the misunderstandings, having to hide the relationship from disapproving parents. It is very cute and heartwarming at times, with the lingering shots of typical Korean indie films, and at times it gives you a reality check that relationships are very messy.

7. Saving Face (2004, USA):

Alice Wu’s first child, this is the best lesbian rom-com to exist and that’s on period. The situational comedy, the lovely relationship between the two leads, and a happy ending, Happiest Season could never. It also deals with very serious topics like pregnancy at an older age and homophobic parents with so much sensitivity and light humor. A totally feel-good movie.

8. Kajillionaire (2020, USA):

Evan Rachel Wood was my bisexual awakening and the woman is horribly underrated in film. She portrays this odd girl in this film who has been raised by her con man parents to just cheat the system and engage in petty robberies. Her journey of breaking out of her toxic parents and finding someone who cares for her gave me goosebumps. The movie is brilliantly written and directed by Miranda July and its quirky aesthetic and satire of the system makes it one of a kind. Also Gina Rodriguez is so cute.

9. Fire (1996, India and Canada):

This film overcame a lot of hurdles and managed to provide authentic queer representation in the Indian Demographic as early as 1996. It also ends on a positive note which is really commendable. The acting, the scriptwriting, the themes of yearning, confusion, and coming to terms with your sexuality against the dogmatic and patriarchal society of India makes this film a must-watch. Especially if you’re South Asian.

10. I care a lot (2020, USA): This dark comedy portrays the sapphic lead to be a villain but I honestly loved the film for a multitude of reasons. The plot aka Rosamund Pike’s suits and Eiza Gonzalez’s sunglasses were pathbreaking. Jokes aside, the plot was really unique and it treated the sapphic couple like a regular one which was refreshing. On top of that, the age difference in the couple made my heart rate increase a lot so there’s that. The movie in itself is truly brilliant oh yes and Tyrion Lannister did so well I love him.

This list is in no way exhaustive. It doesn’t have enby and trans masc lesbians, and they are still seriously underrepresented in movies. We also need more black and brown women to portray sapphic relationships. I’m Indian and Fire was literally the only queer movie I had watched as a kid. So we mostly grow up with limited to zero representation. I hope it’ll change soon and people will stop making lesbian period dramas where nobody ends up happy.

Tell me how you guys liked these movies

[pelideswhore]

SONGS FOR HELEN OF TROY

seventeen — marina & the diamonds

Used to be a major scale, but the melody went stale […] Could never tell you what happened the day I turned seventeen. The rise of a king and the fall of a queen. Oh, seventeen, seventeen. Oh, you were embarrassed of me because I used my tongue freely. Bet you wished I couldn’t speak, ‘cause when I do, you know I tell you why you appear weak.

ivy — taylor swift

My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it's been promised to another. [...] He's gonna burn this house to the ground. How's one to know? I'd live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time. So tell me to run, or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine.

all you wanna do — aimee atkinson (six)

I think we can all agree I’m the ten amongst these threes and ever since I was a child, I’d make the boys go wild. […] All you wanna do, baby, is touch me. When will enough be enough? See, all you wanna do, all you wanna do, baby, is squeeze me, don’t care if you don’t please me. Bite my lip and pull my hair as you tell me I’m the fairest of the fair.

easy on me — adele

You can’t deny how hard I’ve tried to put you both first but now I give up. Go easy on me, baby. I was still a child, didn’t get the chance to feel the world around me. I had no time to choose what I chose to do, so go easy on me. I had good intentions and the highest hopes, but I know right now that probably doesn’t even show.

farewell wanderlust — the amazing devil

Goodbye to all my darkness, there’s nothing here but light. Adieu to all the faceless things that sleep with me at night. This here is not make-up, it’s a porcelain tomb, and this here is not singing, it’s just screaming in tune because farewell wanderlust, you’ve been ever so kind. You brought me through this darkness but you left me here behind. So long to the person you begged me to be, he’s down, he’s dead, and now take a good long look at what you’ve done to me.

flowers — eva noblezada (hadestown)

What I wanted was to fall asleep, close my eyes and disappear. Like a petal on the stream, like a feather in the air […] Flowers, I remember fields of flowers, soft beneath my heels. I remember someone, someone by my side—turned his face to mine, and I turned away, into the shade. You, the one I left behind, if you ever walk this way, come and find me, lying in the bed I made.

tango dancer — gelsey bell (ghost quartet)

I used to run in the sand, campfire stars in the distance, and I’d gaze into the darkness, and wonder about the void. And I’m haunted by that memory of who I used to be—so gleeful, so blank, so ready. I was empty then, and I’m empty now, but it’s not the same at all […] I’d stay up all night long and all the boys would fall over, oh, how dazzling I could be. But the magic is gone, my joy got bloated and sick.

memory — elaine paige (cats)

Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Every street lamp seems to beat, a fatalistic warning […] Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life and I mustn’t give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too and a new day will begin.

speechless — naomi scott (aladdin)

Here comes a wave meant to wash me away, a tide that is taking me under. Swallowing sand, I’ve got nothing to say, my voice drowned out in the thunder. But I won’t cry, and I won’t start to crumble. Whenever they try to shut me or cut me down, I won’t be silenced. You can’t keep me quiet […] Written in stone, every rule, every word. Centuries old and unbending. ‘Stay in your place, better seen and not heard’, but now that story’s ending.

girls against god — florence + the machine

What a thing to admit, that when somebody looks at me with real love, I don’t like it very much. It kinda feels like I’m being crushed. Is that something you’d like to discuss? […] And in my darkest fantasies, I’m the picture of passivity, waiting for you side of stage, suppressing all my private rage, but as my sister said, I’d probably last six days. […] But it’s good to be alive, crying into cereal at midnight. Oh, God, you’re gonna get it. You’ll be sorry that you messed with us.

exile — taylor swift

I can see you starin’, honey, like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me. Second, third and hundredth chances. Balancin’ on breaking branches. Those eyes add insult to injury. I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending. I’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now! You were my crown, now I’m in exile seeing you out.

long story short — taylor swift

The knife cuts both ways; if the show fits, walk in it ‘til your high heels break. And I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. Long story short, it was a bad time. Pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips. Long story short, it was the wrong guy. Now I’m all about you, I’m all about you. Actually, I always thought I must look better in the rear view [...] Long story short, it was a bad time. Long story short, I survived.

dream girl evil — florence + the machine

Oh, did you miss me? Walk on water just to kiss me? Oh, come and get me, drag me out and destroy me. I’ve been expecting you, I’m ready. Deliver me that bad news, baby. Am I your dream girl? You think of me in bed but you could never hold me and like me better in your head. Make me evil, then I’m an angel instead—at least you’ll sanctify me when I’m dead […] Did I disappoint you? Did mummy make you sad? Do I at least remind you of every girl that made you mad?

broken glass — rachel platten

I’m on a highway full of red lights, I’ve lost so many long nights, felt words that cut like knives. I know they’re gonna say what they wanna […] I have been patient, but I’m not waiting anymore. I’m gonna dance on broken glass, broken glass. I’m gonna make that ceiling crash, that ceiling crash. So what? Still got knives in my back. So what? So I’m tied to the tracks, yeah, I’m gonna dance on broken glass.

trust in me — scarlett johansson (the jungle book)

Shut your eyes, trust in me. You can sleep, safe and sound, knowing I am around. Slip into silent slumber, sail on a silver mist. Slowly but surely, your senses will seize to resist. Just relax, be at rest, like a bird in a nest. Trust in me, just in me.

[brokenstrings]

Yo could I request breakup headcannons with jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor where their s/o breaks up with them.

Don’t feel like u have to answer if your too busy :)

:rolling over to you in my blanket burrito: tysm for this i was bored hhhh

oh btw can you believe it guys christmas just in two days christmas is in two days woohoo i am so happy about this information /ref

on christmas eve and christmas i’ll try to write something winter themed if i remember to 😭

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor when their s/o suggests they should break up

Jinx

She gets super attached super easily so even if it was for about a week she’ll be super sad when you suggest this

Even if it’s ’lets just be friends’ which is my favorite vocaloid song /j she’ll be really shocked and by this

”Wh- You wanna… Break up with me?”

The voices get really loud, she can’t even attempt to block them out;

”It’s your fault. They hate you. They lied to you. You’re a failure.”

”No no no I’m not, I’m sure it’s not just me shut up shut up SHUT UP!!”

She tries her absolute best to get you to stay, shes crying and grabbing your hand, yelling and pleading

“Please bubs, you’re all I have left… PLEASE!!”

If her convincing works and you decide to stay in a relationship she sits you down with you and talks about if she did anything wrong and how she should change

If it doesn’t work, there’s only a 3/10 chance you’ll be able to salvage a friendship from it, to her; you left her, she trusted you, you broke it

Vi

She loved you a lot, she was the one that suggested a relationship, once you tell her it’ll hurt but she gets it

”Oh… Well yeah, we can split up, can we please stay in touch though?”

She doesn’t want to lose you 100% but she’s okay with just being friends, she has a replacement cupcake afterall :I am pointing at caitlyn: /j

If you do end up wanting to leave her 100% she’ll let you it’s just…

You took away around 4 years of her life and gave her about 5 1/2 grey hairs /hj

Shes emotionally fucked up by you leaving her 100% but if it’s just be friends its only 35%

Vi doesn’t quickly rebound afterward, it takes her about a month to actually get over you then ofc she has to find another cupcake :squeezing caitlyn and she squeaks like a dog toy: like that one /j

She wants to know what she should refrain from doing when you’re friends, wanting to keep you comfortable

”So is there some things I should stop while we’re friends?”

”Excuse me ’while?’”

“Yeah 👦👍”

She still calls you cupcake, she doesn’t care about that unless you say

“Vi istg if you don’t Q U I T T H A T.”

Caitlyn

:i am looking at episode 8: HAHAHAHAHA #SMILETHRUDAPAIN

If it’s a let’s just be friends situation that’s completely different but AHAHAHAH-

If you pull a “oil and water 💔⛓🥀 we r not meant to be cupcakke 😢😔” (im so sorry for this one sentence) she’s devastated

Dude she takes like a whole year to recover it hurt her so badly

Listens to sad Adele, Taylor Swift, and Mitski songs in the shower to cope with it

If it’s just be friends she ju- why is little miss perfect playing which one of you /hj

She thinks of all the memories she has of the relationship and tries to think of things she did wrong, she thinks it’s all her fault

She’s happy to be your friend and is happy you didn’t abandon her though;

”You’d like to just be friends? That’s… Yeah that’s okay, I’m sorry if I did anything to make you really uncomfortable, I swear I’ll be more careful in the future.”

She passively tries to get you two back into a relationship sometimes, like passive flirting

Like one day you’re talking abt your favorite Taylor Swift song or sm idfk and she says

”I‘d like to say that you remind me of last great American dynasty or the 1 maybe?”

”The 1?”

”…Yes.”

If that works she is so proud of herself for that

If it doesn’t end up working and she has to rebound it takes her so long

You’ve already had 2 different partners and then she finally comes up like

“Hey this is my new gf Vi” /hj

Viktor

Man I don’t wanna see him sad :sits link shinji from that one scene of evangelion: /jov

He’s hurt, even if it’s “Wanna just be friends?” He needs some time to process it

”Excuse me? Uhm… I- Heh…”

Once he’s collected he‘ll try to hold back any negative emotion, not wanting to make you feel bad for this

”I see why you want to and I’m fully fine if we separate.”

The second he leaves the room and is alone he’s sobbing to himself

”I can’t have one thing go right with other people can I?! Why me?!” He’s whispering stuff like that to himself, he’s a mess

After about a week or two of being split up he’s more comfortable around you, he just needed some time to recover from the breakup

During his time of being more comfortable, he’ll sit down with you and discuss why you think the relationship wasn’t going good

”So why did you break up with me? I’m sorry this is awkward but I’ve been wondering it, I didn’t see many problems while we were together.”

Once you explain he agrees it’s better if you stayed separated for the time being

He has no interest in rebounding unless the other person initiates it, meaning he might not get a partner at all afterwards

mmm we r loving the angst

THE STARY OF CAITS IS SO FUNNY IM SO SORRY,,,,, SAME WITH SOME PARTS OF VI’S IM TIRED IDK

[thekatebridgerton]

Hello, I just read your response to Benedict giving up everything to be with Sophie and I’m just wondering if he would really be shunned like that for marrying an earls ward? The only ones who know she’s illegitimate and a servant are the Bridgertons and I’m sure they blackmail Araminta to keep it a secret. It’s been a long time since i have read the book though so maybe I’m forgetting. I’m genuinely confused lol

Ah Dear Reader, do add this to the list of unspoken things Julia suggarcoats. So i’ll take a minute to spell this out. If you are one of those who wants to keep beleiving that Benedict sufferend no consequences from marrying Sophie and didn’t have to give up a lot of his class privileges for her. then do skip this post. 

Because I, with my limited knowledge of English lit, was under the impression that in ye olden times the word “Ward” was code for illegitimate daughter. In fact, Jane Eyre, arriving at Thornfield, initially doubt’s Adele’s parentage exactly because Rochester, bachelor gentleman that he is, has taken in a little orphaned girl and hired a governess for her. And honestly, me too, we will never know if Rochester is Adele’s father or not. And this is with Adele looking nothing like Mr Rochester in the book. 

But Sophie? Sophie looks a lot like the Penwoods. So the Bridgertons did what any respectable family at the time would have done if one of their sons wanted to marry the illegitimate daughter of another noble and claimed she WAS born into a wedded family that nobody knows about. So that on paper everything was settled enough. It was a common practice really.

Lets put it this way, even if the girl in question WAS born into well known wedded parents. Say if Sophie had been the legitimate daughter of a famous Mr Beckett and Mrs Beckett and they died leaving her an orphan. The Earl taking her as his 'ward' would still have been super sus, and raised all eyebrows, because he was neither her uncle or her distant relative. So speculation would always abound, why would a noble take an orphaned 'ward' who is not related to him into his household? unless she was his by blows.

On paper, the Bridgertons made her respectable, on PAPER. As in, for all extents of the law, Sophie had a right to be treated like a legitimate born citizen. But it's the same as if the Bridgertons had bought Benedict a title. Everyone would still know and talk about it behind close doors.

And yes the only thing keeping the ton from talking about Sophie's illegitimacy in public where everyone could hear, was in fact, Araminta's dubious silence. Because as long as Araminta doesn't confirm what everyone more or less already knows, then there's a thread of plausible deniability and the Bridgertons can prosecute anybody they want for slandering their beloved sister in law.

But like Anthony says, an illegitimate daughter at least is better than a servant. Benedict marrying a servant in the eyes of society would have definitely been... Sigh, how do I explain the amount of classist, and entitlement themes An offer From a Gentleman touches upon without sounding mean?

Finally I’d like to add that if the author HAD meant to leave it as “Benedict married An Earl’s ward” I wouldn’t have had to explain this. Because yes, say the Earl of Penwood had a life debt to some vicar or some soldier etc who saved his life and promised to take care of their child in the event they died. Earls did have wards that were completely respectable in ye olden times. But Juila didn’t and this is part of why yours truly least liked Bridgerton is Hyacinth. Because of This paragraph in her book 

(I’m going to take a moment to breathe out the enormous amount of rage this little exchange causes me, and just say that Gareth deserved better than a jerk like Hyacinth) 

 “in part because of her past” but you’re right dear reader Benedict and Sophie are definitely not being shunned by society by the time Hyacinth gets married.

The thing is, that Benedict doesn’t mind being shunned, he never regretted his choice to be with Sophie, or any sacrifices he had to make to marry her. I’m sure the life of a country gentleman agrees with him and that Sophie never feels she lacks anything for not being invited to balls or attend high society soirees. She’s got a bunch of upper class sister in laws after all, if Sophie wants to be a part of high society she can hang out with Daphne and Kate for a few days. And come back to live the life of a pampered country gentlewoman. lets put it this way, in status, Benedict and Sophie are more or less in the same line as Mr and Mrs Bennett. Country gentry, Somewhat related to nobility but not really part of it anymore. 

But Benedict grew up as the brother of a Viscount his whole life. He had a life filled with class privilege that he walked away from in order to marry a woman who was little more than a servant when he met her. And honestly yeah good for him. He came to his senses after being a supreme ass to Sophie during his whole book. Realizing that true love with Sophie was worth anything and he made it his mission to shower her with love for the rest of his life.

Benedict's book may not be my favorite but he definitely earns a lot of brownie points for how An offer from a Gentleman ended.

And that's the tea

[cwbylikeyou]

Hey! I saw your post about requests being open! Maybe some good ol fashioned Arthur ofc smut?? Maybe after a robbery or something? 😇😇

Fast Paced.

this is my first request! wow! ok so, sorry for taking so long, i’m very sick, wrote this in bed and went through a “breakup” so things are not looking good here, i’m listening to red by taylor and adele all day and i think that’s concerning :( i don’t think this piece of writing it’s that good, but i didn’t want to do nothing to crazy so here it it’s.

word count: 729.

warnings: smut.

pairing: arthur morgan x f!reader.

requests are open.

There is something very intriguing about the way the gang celebrates. Not bad intriguing, though. Javier always plays his Spanish songs, Abigail always holds Jack close to her and Bill drinks like never before. The only thing that makes your curiosity make a subtle appearance is Arthur; he’s quiet sitting next to Charles. He drinks a couple of times, and even sings, but you doubt that he is really paying attention to what is happening.

He should be happy, at least. His idea of a stagecoach robbery was a success, even Dutch was enjoying himself and not screaming about plans and money. You sit next to him, one of your hands finding its way to his knee, which makes him look at you.

“What’s wrong, cowboy?” You approach him, whispering next to his ear. He shakes his head and looks around, studying his surroundings. When he sees that Dutch is not close enough to hear your conversation, he turns to you.

“Worried about Dutch, that’s all.”

You smile softly. “Come on, you should be celebrating. Worry tomorrow.” He lowers his head, his hat covering his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. “We should rest.”

Getting up, you offer him your hand and, finally, he looks up, smiling slightly. He takes your hand and you guide him to your shared tent, making sure that the flaps are closed.

“I know you have this habit of taking care of everyone here, but can’t you relax for one day?” You take off your coat while watching him take off his boots and hat.

He doesn’t answer, knowing you are right. Taking a few steps in his direction, you help him get rid of his infamous blue shirt and put your arms around him in a clumsy way. Your head against his body, his hands around your waist, now you are certain he is more relaxed than before.

Kissing his neck all the way up to his ear, you say. “Let me take care of you.” To which he responds, humming your name in his low voice. Undressing felt like intimacy to you both, his disoriented fingers trying to undo the buttons of your shirt while you took his belt off, both of you dropping everything in the ground, not caring enough about the clothing in the moment. His pants were next, soon yours found the same path, underwear long gone by now.

Your body was still close enough so he could touch everywhere he wanted. He seemed desperate, anxious, like he needed to blow off some steam. With one hand, Arthur grabs your waist more roughly, bringing you closer — if that was even possible — and kisses you, the free hand on your hair just to keep you close.

Letting him take the lead, you stumble your way to the improvised bed, never stopping his frantic kissing. You hold both of his hands, intertwining the fingers, and then, breaking the kiss quick enough so you could explore his neck with your lips; he moaned in response, his rough voice wrecking the very little composure that remained in your body.

Arthur lets your hands go, his fingers teasing your center, the pleasure starting to build with every move he would make. The song playing outside the tent was low compared to your moans and the dirtiest words the outlaw would whisper to you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” His words just enough to send you over the edge, but before you could release yourself, he stopped touching you. Cursing his name, you rolled your eyes while feeling him lifting your thighs just enough to enter you, stretching your pussy enough for his cock.

His thrusts are fast, rough. Arthur’s fingers continue to tease you. Mercilessly he pounds into you, almost like this was everything he craved after a whole week of stress. Everything was about him now, his pace, his own way.

Even lost in his own mind, his forehead met yours, his lips dangerously close to yours, not meeting yet because he needs to hear the sounds you are making. Arthur was addicted to you, every aspect of your body and knew when you’re close to climax, so he caught his breath, giving you enough so you could come, following right behind.

“Come on, girl. We still have plenty of time…”

Oh, you’re in for a long night.

[wildflowertips]

Hi! I was curious if you had anymore Kuroko fic recommendations? Thank you! 🥺💗

hey! 🥺 i do have more kuroko fanfic recs. i didnt know what type of kuroko ship you wanted, so here are a few from some kuroko ships <3:

Kagakuro Recommendations

the flower that blooms in adversity by aotetsu

When Kagami falls for Kuroko Tetsuya, a famous prostitute from the red light district, he manages to find a whole lot of trouble and a person worth it all.

this fic deserves more love and attention. kagami love for kuroko absolutely made me sob

Brothers in Woo by buttwade

in which Himuro jokingly offers to help Kagami win Kuroko over and the joke's on him

kagami is drunk & himuro cracks jokes. this fic is funny. jealous!kuroko

Beastly call by TCon

"You mean," Kuroko started. "You'd be my Heat Partner?" He didn't expect Kagami to explode into a myriad of different shades of red more impressive than his own hair. "Y — yeah tha's what I'm sayin'!" for some reasons he lapsed into english with an odd accent. KagaKuro Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics & Sex Pistols AU - Fusion

Lots of smut in the beginning. there’s crime, suspense, and i read this fic like 5 times.

Stamina Training by tnsxbunny

As the weakest member in the team, Kuroko stays back after basketball practice to train on his stamina. Kagami watches from afar and decides to show Kuroko what real stamina training is.

SMUT. SUCH GOOD SMUT. thank u

The advantage of being Kuroko by heartfilledteddybear

mayuzumi hits on Kuroko & Kagami gets jealous 🥵

Akakuro Recommendations

Forget me not flowers in our hair by miniaturepsycho

When Kagami is captured by a beast Kuroko doesn't think twice and bargains to take the red head's position instead but it seems that there is more to this castle than meets the eye, and what has it have to do with forget me not's?? Basically a beauty and the beast AU that I decided to do after seeing the live action (which I totally did not cry at, not at all!!) COMPLETE

Contains Aokaga. Akashi as beast & kuroko as belle. So good 🥺

All I ask by TsuruKuni

"It's none of your business." "Tell me, Aomine. How can it be none of my business when you're throwing away the only person I've ever wanted?"

THIS FIC MADE ME SOB AT 3 AM. I highly recommend listening to ‘All I ask’ by Adele. I promise you will cry. Aokuro & Akakuro.

Bridezilla by DancingMarshmallows

Weddings are stressful... try helping people plan them. With two months to get everything together, a bridezilla and her bitch of a maid of honor, and finding love at the worst time, Kuroko would be lucky if he makes it out alive.

CEO!Akashi & WEDDING PLANNER!kuroko. you will not regret reading this one.

That Ridiculously Long Dance by Harmonia_Silverberg

Aomine, Kise, and Kagami never learn, do they? But apparently their "joke" works in Akashi and Kuroko's favor this time.

literally one of my all time favorite akakuro fanfic

What Would Chihiro Do by anewtinystory

Akashi is dating Kuroko, whose two brothers are very protective of him.[Based on a Tumblr anon's prompt: Nijimura and Mayuzumi are Kuroko's brothers; while Nijimura approves of Akashi, Mayuzumi feels the opposite]

slight smut. protective bros. i love it sm.

Aokuro Recommendations

Traded Mistakes by Acetate, Chrystie, exuberant_imperfection, kate882, luckypen

For the prompt: Aomine having an accident and losing his memory so all he remembers is being best friends with Tetsu and he doesn’t understand how that could stop.

Angst, oh the angst 😫😭.

Third time’s a charm (or maybe fourth) by LajtHane

Aomine really didn't mean to crash into him at Quidditch practice.

HOGWARTS AU. if that doesn’t temp you, idk what will. My fav Aokuro fic.

Maybe a touch of your hand by skinandbones

[Written for AoKuroWeek 2015]: Aomine moves into a new apartment and befriends a ghost boy.

no bc this fic made me cry too. pls read it 🎶ifwehad5moreminutes🎶

The Boyfriend Jersey by exuberant_imperfection, kate882

Kuroko, in a half-asleep mistake, ends up wearing Aomine's jersey to school.

THIS FIC IS CUTE SUCH DORKS

Hey, Come Here Often? by imabignerd

In which Momoi holds his magazines hostage, Aomine hates everything and everyone, and Kuroko is politely bewildered.

Aomine crushes on the lifeguard!Kuroko & Momoi is a little shit about it 😌🤍

Midokuro Recommendations

It’s Always your Fault! by warsandwich

Kuroko and Midorima are secretly dating, but Takao finds out their secret. De-anon from the anon meme.

Short, sweet, & funny 😌.

Partnership by Fayah

Their partnership starts in English class, but like everything else in their lives, turns into a matter of basketball.

Midorima really cares for Kuroko 🥺

Midokuro Ficlet by pandacchii

based off of imagineyourotp blog post: "Imagine your otp confessing while they were half asleep" Pairing: Midorima/Kuroko

short story but it’s really cute ☺️

An Unexpected Alignment by cinnaelle

Midorima Shintarou does not expect such a reoccurring encounter. But the wheels of fate are turning and Akashi moves his shogi piece.

well-written i love it sm. deserves more praise

The Way You Come Undone by oshare_banchou

"Midorima Shintarou is completely silent during sex. And Kuroko, who is both fascinated and frustrated by this discovery, wonders just how much it would take to make him come undone." - Kuroko/Midorima, in that order

do i need to say more? 😫

Kikuro Recommendations

Careless Whisper by DarkWoods

When Kuroko is dared to come up with some dirty talk, no one expects him to be good at it. Certainly not Kise.

my favorite kikuro fanfic. flustered!kise & tease!kuroko

如果的事 (If) by stormterror

People fall in love in many different manners. Love feels like many different things to many people, but Kise Ryouta thinks there's nothing that quite beats the feeling of being in love with Kuroko Tetsuya. [kise/kuroko]

SO GOOD I CRIED I SMILED SO HARD. pls kikuro deserves the world

Wires, Connecting by Bakagami

It's like being blind but not, like touching air, grasping at straws, voices dissipating and reverberating.

This story is locked so you need to login into ao3 to read it. PHONE SEX & DIRTY TALK 🥵

He Promised by imabignerd

Kise promised he'd smile for Kuroko the whole way through, all the way to the end.

Zombie apocalypse AU. Death. sobbing violently.

It’s a Small World by SilentSilhouette

Kise tries to find his soulmate through social media. Soulmate AU where a picture of your soulmate is tweeted to you on your sixteenth birthday.

This one made me crackle & laugh😂😂

Murakuro Recommendations

No Such Thing as Too Much Vanilla by plumtrees

Kuroko and Murasakibara have baking days. What do you mean it isn't canon?

baking!boyfriends & fluff 😌😉

Vanilla Cream by yoimrei

Murasakibara eats Kurokos ass after something Ahomine says which sparks his jealousy.

here me out first, the ass eating in this is *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏽🤌🏽

Philia by DarkWoods

That time Murasakibara and Kuroko started kinda-sorta fake dating, and kinda-sorta never bothered to break up.

Still going & i love this writer sm. i read all their stories 😙✌🏽

Lavender Secrets by SailorHikarinoMu

Kuroko was the one to bring out his true love for basketball, which had been hidden from prying eyes since the beginning. It was one of those things he was unsure whether he should feel grateful for, but all the same, it did mean something. What this 'something' was, exactly? Murasakibara did not know. Not yet.

FLUFF AAA FLUFF

Rainy by overdose

Kuroko listened to the rain pouring, and more importantly, Murasakibara's steady breathing.

smut. couch sex. size difference. 🥴

BONUS

Hanamiya Makoto/Kuroko Tetsuya

Scotomas by Darkenedcrystal

After the game against Jabberwock, Kagami goes overseas and Kuroko finds himself without a light. A slightly angsty, rather light-hearted story about what happens to Kuroko after Kagami leaves. Features teens finding their way around life, Seirin without a light, the Generation of Miracles being a family, the teens finding love and appreciating the heartbreaks. Kuroko tries to find his own style without a light, and stumbles into the darkness that is Hanamiya Makoto instead. Extra chapter added!

love this fic so much. downside: akashi is kinda a dick

Of Unlikely Friendships, Sneaky Bets, Shogi and Sake by itsthechocopuff

Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well, both being shadows, but they did, and they worked, oddly enough. Hanamiya brought out the worst in Kuroko, while Kuroko brought out the the best in the other; and they both caused heartattacks to unsuspecting teammates who could not believe their darling shadow was not as innocent as he seemed.

you wont regret reading this one omg

Haizaki Shougo/Kuroko Tetsuya

A Taste That Lingers by therealmoyashi

I couldn't say anything, and that was alright because he didn't want an answer. I'll never forget the way that tasted. Yeah, I thought, he ruined me.

i cried reading this for the first time. out of character kuroko

By the Tomatoes by Wayfarer_Rye

It starts with a blue-grey t-shirt that says "Nothing but Net".

Haizaki wants to try again.

[lovenona]

HELLO AGAIN ADELE 👋🏾👋🏾 It is I once more, Nat the lurker. FIRST OF ALL I hope you're taking care of yourself OMG. Thank you sooo much for answering my last ask it was beautiful but pls pls don't overwork yourself 💙💜 BUT MOVING ON Let's talk about professional artist Sukuna, who after school life happened and you lost touch but you bump into each other during one of HIS glitzy and glamorous exhibitions he's been paid 6 figures to have some of his works displayed and chile the THIRST IS REAL

yes because sometimes people just drift apart and there’s nothing you can do about it – especially when you and sukuna, despite flouting the rules of what best friends can and cannot do with each other, despite every kiss, every shared night in each other’s bed, every sob session working on your senior theses, never gave the thing between you both a name. after all that time, you wouldn’t admit your feelings, and neither would he. so graduation came and you both went home and pretended that you hadn’t been love with the other. it’s fine. it happens.

but that doesn’t mean you didn’t think about him. you wonder endlessly about how he’s doing, about whether he’s made it like he always wanted. (and he thinks the same for you, but of course he’d never say.) you always think about texting him and you never do. he’s worried he’ll upset you. it’s fine. it happens.

but you certainly can’t avoid him when he’s got a beautiful exhibition opening in the middle of the art museum you used to hold hands in. sukuna ryoumen’s cursed name is plastered all over the city as if god himself feared you’d somehow miss it. it’s on the subway, on the bus. even your coworkers who know nothing about your college days murmur about it, as if sukuna ryoumen’s famous exhibit was about to be the highlight of their lives. 

so you go to the opening night, alone. you tell no one about it and pretend you didn’t pay a gross amount of money to be able to attend the premiere. you tell yourself that dressing up is just for fun and that you’re nervous for a completely different set of reasons. you hover by the walls and avoid the gazes of the intellectuals in attendance by staring at sukuna’s artwork instead. 

(which doesn’t make it better. in fact, some might say it even makes it worse.) 

and then, halfway through the evening, when you think you’ve seen everything and feel like it’s a good time to leave, you see him. he’s across the room in a shirt that makes him look too good, with his hair too pretty, his demeanor too sharp. it would have been nice to say that it meant nothing to you, that you were only impressed to see him looking so well after so long: but you would have been lying.

you hate cliches, but when sukuna sees you, your world bursts. suddenly it’s you and him meeting in the middle and a collection of stuttering, embarrassed how’ve you been’s and what are you up to’s and it’s good to see you’s. it’s you trying to sound casual when you say you like the show and sukuna trying not to die when he thanks you. it’s eyes that won’t quite meet and anxiety that won’t be still. 

(it’s memories of who you used to be, what you used to do, that threaten to spill out into the open.) 

someone’s calling his name, and still sukuna pretends he doesn’t hear them. your heartbeat is loud in your ears and you wonder if this will be it again, if you’ll let each other slide away like you did before and pretend you don’t mind being alone. 

but i think, sukuna says then, a little desperate, a little unsure, the first real sentence he’s uttered all evening, that after this, we should get drinks. there’s a lot we need to talk about. 

[coolfire333]

Ok gotta calm down and focus on something else. One of my favorite things about Adel from trauma center is that his story almost mirrors Derek’s in a lot of ways while also serving almost like a foil to Naomi’s. 

He just wants to help people out of the kindness in his heart, but he ends up getting obsessed with the healing touch as a means to solve all problems, and instead of focusing on his pure skill as a doctor he uses the artificial healing touch as a crutch and is in disbelief when this fails him. 

This is much like Derek’s initial cockiness about his skills as a doctor that ends up getting him reviewed for misconduct by Dr. Hoffman, and is also similar to when Derek fails to save Emilio and blames it on his reliance on the healing touch instead of recognizing that it was nobody’s fault. 

Sidenote: Adel’s disbelief that the healing touch isn’t a cure-all and has its own limits is also reminiscent of Leonardo Bello’s behavior in new blood

Adel also ends up joining forces with evil, and the way this happens is similar to Naomi’s own storyline while also contrasting it in a really interesting way. He joins the hands of asclepius not knowing they’re secretly up to no good, while Naomi fully knows that delphi is bad business. Adel still wants to help people in the end by joining the hoa, and we never really find out how much he knew about their bad practices since we never see his perspective, but even if he knew they were experimenting with things that they shouldn’t have been, he’d still use this logic to rationalize his choice. Naomi joins delphi for the chance to practice her skills, and while she does show concern for the life of the patient, she certainly has no qualms doing unethical operations arguably for the money. 

Sidenote (again): reminder that Naomi’s choice to either operate unethically or potentially never operate again is also the choice Kidman offers to Markus, Elena, and Valerie in new blood, with the difference being that they’re so disgusted at the concept that they choose to die rather than to be forced to cooperate. Naomi is in a much less forced condition (she might never be a doctor again due to blacklisting if she doesn’t work with delphi but the new blood gang were literally kidnapped at gunpoint so they REALLY have no options) and yet she still chooses the morally questionable option pretty willingly (which, based on her behavior in trauma team, I’m sure she very much regrets)

HOWEVER Adel is not 100% innocent in this, just like how Naomi isn’t 100% guilty. He admits that even though he was under the influence of neo-guilt, he never said or did anything that he didn’t at least partially want, meaning that his coldness and violence towards Derek were partially things he’d been thinking about all along due to the frustration, jealousy, and sense of abandonment he’d been harboring ever since Derek failed to operate on him

Additionally, Adel also loses his healing touch, much like Derek and Naomi. Derek’s loss of the healing touch was only temporary, but Adel and Naomi lost their healing touches forever by the choices they made to cooperate with the hoa and delphi respectively. Adel’s healing touch being artificial doesn’t make his loss of it any less difficult to him than what happened to Naomi, in fact in some ways it’s worse because he was finally able to get a glimpse of what he always wanted, only to fly too close to the sun and have it taken away, while Naomi always regarded her abilities as somewhat of a curse due to the stigma it caused her to experience. 

Also, I have a theory that Naomi’s healing touch wasn’t lost, it just mutated into her ability to hear the last words of the dead when she contracted her guilt-exposure-based disease, but that’s another post entirely.

[fruitcoops]

hi <3 i hope you’re well and having a beautiful day so far. i was wondering if you could write a fic about sirius or logan’s brother like relationship to adele - for example, how they would approach her when she’s having a bad day or when she needs advice about something or maybe even after a disagreement with her parents. no worries if you can’t, i just thought it would be a wholesome interaction 💕

Oh, for sure! Katie and Logan get so much attention (for good reason--they're adorable), but I like to think of Sirius and Adele as the blueprint. Hope you enjoy! Combined with asks for Logan and Loops friendship, Papa Dumo (for @ jinxedjaz), Sirius coming back from visiting his parents while living with the Dumais, and Sirius-learning-to-people from this hc list. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

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A little hand tugged on the hem of Dumo’s sweater. “Papa?”

He glanced up from his crossword and smiled, turning to lift Adele into his lap. “Bonjour, mon papillon. Do you want to help me?”

“Is Sirius okay?”

Dumo paused. His first instinct was to lie—how could he even begin to explain the complexity of the situation to a seven-year-old?—but the brightness in Adele’s big eyes told him she already knew the answer. She was a smart kid. She deserved to know at least some of the truth. “He’s having a tough day,” Dumo said quietly as dishes clinked in the other room. No matter what he and Celeste tried, Sirius insisted on washing up. “He’ll be alright.”

A little furrow appeared between Adele’s eyebrows. “Is it because of us? Because he misses his family now?”

“No, sweetheart, not at all. He just…” The words were impossible to find. “He just doesn’t like holidays very much.”

She worried her lower lip for a moment before wiggling free of his arms. “I’m going to make him feel better.”

“Adele—” Dumo made a grab for her, but she had already scampered out of reach and around the corner to the kitchen. In the three days since Sirius had come back from Thanksgiving, he had already reverted back to his shut-down ghost of a self.

“Excuse me, please,” Adele announced. The sink shut off. “Are you sad?”

That’s certainly one way to do it. Dumo craned his neck to watch their reflections in the glass of the back door without revealing his position. Sirius was always more comfortable around the kids than himself and Celeste. “Quoi?” Sirius asked, turning to face her.

“Are you sad? You’ve been frowny.”

Silence fell for a few seconds. “Ouais, a little,” he said at last. “But I’m not sad because of you.”

“That’s good. Papa said so, too. He says you don’t like holidays, but that’s so silly, because we were just talking about Christmas last week.”

“I like some holidays,” Sirius said haltingly. There was a rustling noise; Dumo saw him pick Adele up and settle her on his hip with a thoughtful tilt to his head. “I’m very excited to spend Christmas with you.”

“Pinky swear?”

“Pinky swear.”

“Good. I want you to spend all the holidays with us. Will you be frowny on Christmas, too?”

“I don’t think so.” Dumo could practically hear Sirius’ smile. “See? I’m already better.”

“Will you open presents with me? Marc and Louis always open theirs together, and Mama and Papa, but Katie’s too little to do it with me. I like playing Santa, but it means I hafta go last.”

In the glass, Dumo saw Sirius press a raspberry kiss to her cheek until she burst into giggles; his grin lit up the whole kitchen. “Of course I will.”

II

“You have to smile,” Adele groaned. “You’re scaring off all my customers.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Pardon?”

She turned a big, sunshine grin on him, pressing her fingers into her dimples to exaggerate it. “Big smiles! You like being here! These are the best cookies you’ve ever had! Everyone should try them!”

“They should!” Sirius agreed. “I don’t know why you’re upset!”

She heaved a sigh and clonked her forehead on his stomach, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. “You look scary when you don’t smile.”

“I do not.”

“You do! You’re built like a brick wall and when you’re thinking, you get frowny!” She adjusted her Girl Scout vest and straightened up. “You have to be perky and fun and the cutest little kid on the block.”

“…I might have a problem with the last part.”

“Then I’ll be the cutest little kid on the block,” she said, exasperated.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you think I’m scary?”

“No,” she snorted. “But other people do.”

“No way.”

“Yes, way. Mama looks surprised when her face relaxes, but you’re, like, looming.”

“So…you’re upset with how my face looks?” he teased, dodging her attempt to poke his ribs.

“No, I just don’t need a bodyguard to sell cookies!”

“That’s literally what I’m here for,” he laughed, tugging one of her pigtails until she stuck her tongue out at him. “Alright, madame, I’ll try to be ‘perky’ and ‘fun’.”

“The air quotes weren’t necessary,” she informed him with great gravity, though she couldn’t hide the smile on her face as she turned back to the people walking across the street. “Hey, lady, do you want cookies?”

III

“So,” Logan began, then shoved another handful of pretzel sticks into his mouth. “Dating the captain. What’s that like?”

Sirius looked up from his phone and glared. “I am sitting right next to you.”

“Shush. Loops?”

Remus sighed and let his head fall toward Logan’s armchair; he was starting to get lightheaded from laying upside-down for so long, but it was doing wonders for his lower back and sore feet. “Dating the captain? Pretty cool, to be honest.”

Logan made a noise of disagreement. “I don’t believe that for a second. Does he make you run drills in the basement, or is it just a cuddle party all the time? ‘cause there’s no in-between.”

“Tabarnak,” Sirius muttered, flicking Logan’s ear as he headed out of the room. “You two gossip like middle-schoolers.”

“It’s really not bad,” Remus mused as he stretched one leg toward the curtains. “I’m the one who likes running drills, so he’ll usually watch tape while I do that for a bit. Cuddles aren’t as frequent as you might think. We’re boring.”

“Mmm, with some wild nights in there, eh?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows and Remus chucked a pillow at him, though it did not seem to deter him. “I seem to remember hearing a certain conversation about a new bedframe?”

“A headboard,” Remus corrected, pulling a face at him. “And it was already almost ten years old. You’re just jealous.”

“Ugh, for him? Nah. Peanut might have carried a torch—”

“You’re kidding. Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” Logan snorted, as if it was obvious. “But he has better taste now. Honestly, though, I’m glad you two are together. And that you’re happy in your boring domesticity, even if you’re breaking beds left and right.”

“Headboard, and it was one time.”

“Did I ever tell you about—”

The front door slammed open; both of them jumped as something heavy hit the ground with a thud. “Sweetheart?” Celeste asked from the living room, audibly concerned. Remus’ heart dropped and he shared a worried look with Logan, who was already on his feet. “Adele, what’s wrong?”

“Adele?” Logan called, his voice laced with worry. Remus’ heartbeat picked up as Adele appeared in the doorway to the living room with tears streaming down her cheeks, only to throw herself into Logan’s arms with a harsh sob. “Woah, hey, qu’est—”

“Boys are so stupid!” she half-shouted, half-wailed. “And I hate them!”

Remus stood there, useless, as she tore away and sprinted for the backyard, yanking the door shut with a bang before tearing across the grass. “Logan?” he asked after a moment. There was no protocol for this. He had absolutely zero experience with preteen breakdowns, and the Dumais kids always fell into Logan and Sirius’ territory. He could count on one hand the number of actual conversations he had had with Adele.

Logan’s nose twitched; he opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat when Sirius came through the doorway and made a beeline for the yard without a single glance to either of them. “She’ll be okay,” Logan murmured as Sirius walked slowly to the swings, where Adele was sitting on the bench seat with her arms wrapped tight around herself.

“She seems pretty upset.”

Logan shook his head, not taking his eyes off the pair. “I’ve got Katie, he’s got Adele.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked, surprised. Logan and Katie were famous for their bond, two peas in a pod. As far as he knew, Sirius was equally close with all the Dumais kids.

“Apparently, they bonded from day one,” Logan said with the flicker of a smile. Outside, Adele laid her head on Sirius’ shoulder and pulled his arm around her back, burrowing into the softness of his hoodie as he gently rocked the swing with his foot and gave her a light squeeze. “They’re both quieter. Oldest children and all that. You really didn’t know?”

“I…” Remus trailed off and shook his head. “You and Katie are much louder about it, but that makes sense. He talks about all of you all the time., I guess I just assumed it was different since he was so closed off at first.”

Logan hummed. “Ask about it sometime. Dumo always likes talking about them.”

Sirius and Adele walked back after a few more minutes, still attached at the hip as Sirius jostled her lightly and pulled half a smile from her; they entered the house in relative quiet and Adele wrapped her arms around him one more time. “Love you,” she said, voice muffled in his sweater. Sirius rubbed her back in slow circles until she pulled away and padded down the hall to the bathroom

“Children are so mean,” he said as soon as the door closed.

“Then I’m glad she has you.” Remus curled his hand around Sirius’ shoulder and felt him relax beneath his touch. “Is she alright?”

“Some little asshole told her nobody would want to date her because she plays hockey.”

Remus’ heart panged. “How can we help?”

“Teach her how to throw a right hook,” Logan suggested. In a rare turn of events, Remus couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not; from the look on his face, it seemed to be the latter.

“She’ll be okay, baby,” Remus said. Sirius didn’t look away from the closed door. “Kids have always been mean, but the best thing you can do is be there for her, which you just did. It’s hard and it sucks but as long as she knows you love her, that’s enough.”

“Does she?” Sirius asked, almost too quiet for him to hear.

Remus looped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his shoulder. “She does,” he promised. Without a doubt.

IV

Sirius drummed his hands on the steering wheel with a wide smile. “I’m so excited,” he said for the fourth time in twenty minutes.

“I can tell,” Remus said, still reading through his missed messages. The cell service in customs had been abysmal, and for some godforsaken reason his dad desperately needed to send paragraph updates on his hunt for the perfect holiday lights. Some days, Remus wondered whether he was happiest with his family or in Home Depot.

“I missed them.”

“Yep.”

“And I can’t let Logan get there first.”

“Sure thing, honey. Speed limit.”

“Three weeks is a long time, did you know that?”

“Mhmm. Sirius, speed limit.”

“How do you manage being away from Jules for that long?”

“Very poorly,” Remus said as he typed out a quick response to his dad’s latest text. His mother would end him if he allowed their house to be decorated with anything green—in all honesty, he was starting to think she had a personal rivalry with the Snakes. They turned onto Dumo’s street and he felt the excitement radiating off Sirius kick up several notches. “Deep breaths, love.”

“Ah, fuck me, the cubs are right behind us,” he muttered, pulling over to the curb and unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Sirius!” Remus spluttered.

“What?”

“Turn the fucking car off before you get out!”

Sirius heaved a sigh and pulled the key out, then took off toward the house at a jog; Logan went sprinting past the passenger window half a second later, and Remus heard Finn shouting after him from the still-running car to no avail. They reached the front steps at the exact same time, shouldering each other in an attempt to reach the doorbell first.

“—want to push it!” Logan insisted, kicking Sirius lightly on the shin as Remus headed up the walkway.

“You did it last time!” Sirius argued.

“I’m the youngest, so I get to do it!”

“That’s not how it works!”

The door swung open just as Logan tried to bodily shove Sirius out of the way, only to be put in a scrambling headlock. Dumo regarded them with an exhausted look on his face. “Bonjour, Loops.”

“Hey, Dumo,” Remus called from the base of the steps. “Nice night, eh?”

He shrugged, ignoring the two grown men roughhousing on his welcome mat. “Not bad.”

“Are les enfants here?” Logan panted, trying to heave Sirius into the nearest hedge.

Dumo rolled his eyes and opened the door the rest of the way. “Kids, we have visitors!”

Thundering footsteps echoed off the walls; Logan and Sirius tripped over each other in their haste to get inside. “Tremzy!” Katie shrieked, launching herself into his arms with a beaming smile.

Sirius hoisted Adele straight off her feet and shook her back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug. “You were gone forever!” she laughed. “We missed you!”

“What am I, chopped liver?” Logan teased as he set Katie down and opened his arms for a hug of his own. Marc and Louis slammed into him, nearly toppling him in the entryway.

“No, no, no!” Katie giggled as Sirius blew a raspberry kiss on her stomach, only to mimic it on his cheek a moment later. “You’re all scratchy.”

“Tough for kisses,” Remus agreed. “You should tell him to shave, Katie-bird.”

Katie squished his cheeks in her hands with a solemn frown. “No more porcupines.”

“You got it,” Sirius confirmed. “What do you think, Adele?”

She pulled a face and they all dissolved into laughter, exhausted from the long roadie and unable to contain their happiness. It was a tradition Remus was coming to know as he spent more time with the team—Logan and Sirius just couldn’t resist swinging by the Dumais house after a long trip, no matter how drained and battered they were. It was a combination of a competition and a family reunion, and the kids loved it every time.

“Are you staying the night?” Marc asked, lazily tying Sirius’ shoelaces together.

“Not tonight, no.”

“But it would be fun,” Louis said from his place hoisted under Logan’s arm, legs dangling.

“They’re tired, boys, be nice.” Celeste winked at Sirius as he leaned down so she could kiss his cheek before moving to Logan to do the same. “We watched all your games. You were wonderful.”

“Merci, Celeste.” The corners of Logan’s eyes crinkled, and Remus saw Finn and Leo share a smile behind him.

Sirius craned his neck to look back. “Oh, she wasn’t talking to you.”

Logan stuck his tongue out as the kids laughed, still clinging to them both. Remus happily accepted a quick hug and a hair-ruffle from Celeste before she moved on to Finn and Leo, and settled in for a cozy evening at home.