#I cried on the bus while listening to that song

[queerclownaf]

Are we sure that Chappell Roan is not a Ever-After-High-head??, cuz Good Luck, Babe is literally Apple White's song

[neon-angels-system]

you're so cruel. I miss you.

[pucked-bunnie]

bf headcanons ⎜j.swayman

pairings: jeremy swayman x reader prompts: bf headcanons + "where my hug at?" warnings: none! word count: 1k note: i absolutely adore mr jeremy swayman and think he would be such an adorable bf.

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- Is 100% the sweetest little dude in the whole wide world. 

- The kind of boyfriend who is so attentive to everything you could ever need. Would have a drawer set up for you when you first started dating in case you ever wanted to stay over. 

- Would go to your house and take photos of every type of hygiene product you use and keep it in his bathroom just in case. 

- The kind of man who is actually obsessed with you - your biggest fan in every way possible, everything that is your favourite is now his favourite. 

- Quality time is one of his top love languages, he would absolutely love to do activities for dates: hikes, bowling, waterparks, painting classes etc. 

- He was so nervous on the first date, he face timed his sister to make sure what he was wearing was appropriate and gave “boyfriend core” vibes 

- after a few weeks of dating he started making his ‘wedding day’ playlist - because it’s good to be prepared. 

- the first christmas you spend together he was adamant about not getting each other presents - he didn’t want you to waste your hard earned money on him, but trust that when you show up for lunch with him and the Ullmark family he had bought you more gifts then you can fit in your car, claiming “I have all this money and now I finally have someone to spend it on.” 

- Just everything about spending christmas with Jeremy would be magical. 

- Jeremy is a ridiculously empathetic person, when he walks into the lounge room and see you tearing up at the adoption campaigns on tiktok for the local shelter he sits a cries with you. “We can get them all, I promise.” 

- Not to mention the way his body would tense, even though his eyes soften any time you talk about how your ex boyfriends treated you - or how people were mean to you at work today, all this man wants is for his girlfriend to be happy. 

- This man is a sucker for eye contact - if you make eye contact with him for more then thirty seconds he is swooning hard.

- He loves to show that he’s paying attention and eye contact is how he does that - he is very much an active listener, just small ��uh huh’s’ and ‘mhms’ every now and then to make sure you know he’s listening. 

- He would 100% go for a book girlie - taking you out to the bookstore every time he’s going away for a road trip to make sure you have entertainment while he’s away. 

- Love taking your recommendations and reading them on the plane or team bus and sending you his thoughts, don’t even get me started on when he figures out what annotations are. 

- Would share earbuds with you on a hike, a thriller playing the two of you gasping as you walk over rocks and hills. 

- This man is such a chatter box, he would have so much to say after a game, his hand swinging yours between the two of you, his other hand making gestures as he tells about all the goals he stopped and about the blink 182 song he couldn’t stop singing - would proceed to play that song when you get in the car. 

- I feel like Jeremy would be so private about your relationship, as much as he’d love to show you off and make sure everyone knew you were taken - he would want to wait until you were comfortable, and until you were sure that you wanted to be seen as a “bruins wag” 

- Coming back to love languages, Jeremy is very much a physical touch kind of person, his hand has to be in yours at all time, he would hold his hand behind him making grabby motions whenever he’s walking in front of you. 

- When your standing next to him, his arm would wrap around your waist, or hang over your shoulder, rubbing soft patterns on your limbs. 

- He is also the type of person to un-ironically ask “where my hug at?” whenever he see you. 

- Whenever you two go to bed, he would strip off his shirt and lie face down on the mattress, placing your hand on his bare back demanding scratches as you flick the pages of your book on your kindle. 

- His favourite game is trying to guess what shape you are drawing on his skin. 

- Is an ally for every cause you can think of - would go with you to pride parades, and show up to any kind of charity event. He gives bi-wife energy ngl. 

- He’s also an ally in the sense that he would love to have kids one day but ultimately thinks it up to his partner - it’s your body you can do what you wish with it. He’s a big fan of the idea of adoption. 

- Let’s be real for a moment, Jeremy is very serious under his goofball demeanour, he would be one of the kindest and most honest partners you could hope for. I feel like he would always be the kind of person to be in a friends-to-lovers scenario, wanting to make sure you were compatible before he committed. 

- Jeremy all round is such a cuddly teddy bear, he would do anything for his partner and would give the world to people he loves, in return he needs someone who would extend the same to him. 

- Every tough guys needs to be spoilt every now and then, despite asking you to not spend your money on him, he would blush the entire time if you took him out for a surprise date. 

- He would gush over photos of you in your wag jacket, and would giggle and kick his feet and the video of you and Moa sharing a goalie hug. 

- He loves seeing the person he loves, enjoying the things he loves so seeing you at games and cheering him on is almost an out of body experience for him. 

- Jeremy Swayman is the standard. 

[siriuslysmoking]

Hi! I’ve never done an ask but I love your writing and I was just vibing to my autumn playlist and there’s this song by the backseat lovers, I don’t know if you know of them. But it’s called Maple Syrup and I guess creative part of my brain is on because I immediately thought of something based off of that song with Eddie. Like “I saw you dancing at the show tonight, I stood in the back and I think that we both know why” or “did it hurt? When I kicked you to the curb? Now I’m all alone. I guess I’ll never learn” has some pretty good lines. Sorry this is long I’ve never done a request before, but I hope you take a listen and it sparks something for you too! x

Cutting Ties

A/N: it's ex Eddie. Steve and Reader aren't dating, bu they are both there for each other on extreme levels. Also, I know that this trope is overused.

Pairing: Eddie munson x Reader | Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, talks of miscarriage, hurt/no comfort

Summary: When bad memories come strolling back into town you try to protect the few things that you hold sacred.

-Did it hurt when I kicked you to the curb? Now I'm all alone I guess I'll never learn-

He made it big, you always knew he would, you used to talk about it when you both were in high school.

It’s been four years since he left, not wanting to be tied down. Or whatever that means.

You were twenty when he left.

Now, you had your life put together, you had a job with a stable income, you had a roof over your head. You are able to support your daughter in anything she wants to do. She’s in gymnastics and she loves it, it’s a way to get her energy out during the day.

Steve… Steve is your rock.

From the start Steve has been by your side, supporting you in every decision you make. Holding your hand while you sit in doctors appointments. He held you as you cried when the doctor left the room after announcing that you might lose her.

He sat next to you during your twelve hour labour, rubbing your shoulders are you tried to breathe.

You made sure Wayne was in Mia's life, he deserved that much, Eddie doesn't call him anymore.

You didn't know he was in town, you wish you would've. Steve agreed to meet you at three to pick the both of you up after Wayne had made the both of you lunch. The three of you started a tradition, every sunday Wayne would pick you up and either take you out to lunch or one of you would make something.

It was nice. Steve worked sundays so he would pick you up after work.

You wish someone had told you he was in town.

But when there is knocks on the door at 2:30, you meet Wayne's curious eyes, "Did ya boy get off early?"

"I don't think so." You hand Mia her brownie that Wayne had made for dessert, giving her a kiss on the forehead while Wayne goes to get the door.

"Eds! W-what are you doin' here?"

"That's not the welcome I was expecting, old man."

"Wasn't exceptin' ya."

"That's usually what a surprise visit is." Wayne looks to you and it's not like you can't let him in, so you just nod, giving him permission.

Mia has noticed the disruption, stopping mid chew as a strange man walks in. You try to obscure Eddie's view of her the best you can.

Eddie walks in and meets your eyes. He opens his mouth say something but Mia interrupts him. "Mamma, I can't see."

Eddie's eyes go wide as you slowly move over to the side. "Hi! What's your name? Are you grampa's friend?"

"I-I don't understand."

You just sigh, turning to Mia, "Baby, I'm gonna go outside and you're gonna stay and eat this delicious brownie that Wayne made you, okay?"

"otay." and just like that she begins shoving her face once more.

You softly close the door behind you after motioning for Eddie to go outside. "What- Who is that?"

"That's my daughter." You cross your arms as Eddie moves to the picnic bench, you just sit at on the bench while he paces back and forth.

"How old is she?" He knows the answer, you don't have to give it to him, but you do.

"Three."

"You should've told me." Eddie finally meets you eyes, "You should've fucking told me!"

"How?! How was I supposed to tell you? Call you? I didn't have your number, I didn't get an address. You left and said you didn't want to be tied down. What more to tie you down more than a child?" You huff, rolling your eyes at his audacity.

"Even Wayne knew?"

"Once I had her, it was hard to keep quiet." You run your hands through your hair, "It didn't take him long to connect the dots."

"He didn't tell me." Eddie looks angry, he's completely fuming.

"You stopped calling!" You throw your hands in the air, looking at him from across the table.

"Does everyone know?"

"No, they think-" You get cut off by a door opening to your left, it's not the trailer door, it's a car.

"Hey hone-" Steve pauses, looking to you, then meeting Eddie's eyes, "Munson."

"Harington?"

"Steve, will you go get Mia?"

"Uh-yeah."

"Her name is Mia?" Eddie's expression goes soft at that.

That's when Steve walks in the trailer, the door open enough for the words Mia shouts to echo out to the two of them. "Dada!"

"Hey pumpkin."

Eddie meets your eyes, "Is that my daughter calling Steve Fucking Harrington Dad?"

"She's not yours."

"She isn't? So she doesn't have my hair and my eyes?"

"She was and will never be yours, you threw away that chance when you kicked me to the curb."

"I-" He doesn't know what to say and you have no more words for him. So when Steve comes walking out the door with Mia and your bag in his arms, you just turn and get into the car.

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[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!!!

Hits Different lyrics I washed my hands of us at the club

You made a mess of me

I pictured you with other girls in love

Then threw up on the street

Like waiting for a bus that never shows

You just start walkin' on

They say that if it's right, you know

Each bar plays our song

Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different

It hits different 'cause it's you

('Cause it's you)

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the band-aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

And I never don't cry (And I never don't cry) at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious (My sadness is contagious)

I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car

I stopped receiving invitations

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different

It hits different 'cause it's you

('Cause it's you)

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat

Cursed the space that I needed

I trace the evidence, make it make some sense

Why the wound is still bleedin'

You were the one that I loved

Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough

A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes

This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy

Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief

In the good in the world, you once believed in me

And I felt you and I held you for a while

Bet I could still melt your world

Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway

Is that your key in the door?

Is it okay? Is it you?

Or have they come to take me away?

To take me away

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different (It hits different)

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different (It hits different)

It hits different 'cause it's you

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

'Cause it's you

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different (Yeah)

It hits different 'cause it's you

🫶🫶🫶

Lavender Haze lyrics

Meet me at midnight

Ooh ooh ooh whoa

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don't ever say too much

And you don't really read into

My melancholia

I've been under scrutiny (Yeah, oh yeah)

You handle it beautifully (Yeah, oh yeah)

All this shit is new to me (Yeah, oh yeah)

I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

Surreal

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal

The 1950s' shit they want from me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Ooh ooh ooh whoa

All they keep asking me

(All they keep asking me)

Is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kinda girl they see

(Only kinda girl they see)

Is a one-night or a wife

I find it dizzying (Yeah, oh yeah)

They're bringing up my history (Yeah, oh yeah)

But you weren't even listening (Yeah, oh yeah)

I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

Surreal

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal

The 1950s' shit they want from me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

That lavender haze

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

(Get it off my desk)

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

I feel (I feel) the lavender haze creeping up on me

Surreal

I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal (No deal)

The 1950s' shit they want from me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Ooh ooh ooh whoa

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

That lavender haze

I just wanna stay

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

Put in the tags your interpretations or propaganda for a specific song! Tags will be used to decide what songs may be saved if there are extra slots in the next round!

[wooataes]

하품 (Yawn)

Pairing: any member x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing

Summary: you’re just tired.

A/N: listening to the Yawn teaser in the Highlight medley made me think of this lil idea🥰 Lee Jihoon, this song will break my heart I just know it. This song feels like a warm, comforting hug.

-Tae 🩷🌸

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Today couldn’t have gotten any worse if it tried.

It all began from when you slept through your morning alarm, making you late for work and stepping in a puddle in your attempt to rush to make it on time. While in your rush, you were also blessed with an unwanted shower by a passing bus, the dirty rain water drenching your brand new white shirt. This was followed swiftly by a loud scalding from your manager in your office, leading you to sit silently at your desk, damp, dirty and on the brink of tears. It didn’t help your case when every mistake that could’ve been made by your team decided to be executed all today too, making your already large workload even larger from your incompetent coworkers.

Due to your tardiness, you were only able to drink a poorly made coffee from the coffee machine in the break room while you worked through your morning tea break to fix up the mess left behind by your coworkers and eat a now soggy sandwich through your lunch break. You think that is the end of your bad luck for the day, only for the bus to break down on your way home, causing you to walk the 20 minute walk him in the rain, seemingly giving up on turning the day around.

You heave a sigh of relief as you step into your apartment, wanting nothing more than to have a hot shower, change into a fresh pair of pyjamas and order a take-away pizza for an impromptu date night with your boyfriend. As you step into the bathroom and turn the shower on, you feel the tears fill your eyes once more as only cold water runs through your fingers. The stupid fuckers upstairs have clearly used all the hot water in the complex for the third time.

You feel stupid, crying over something so small. The water seemed to be the last straw for you as you let out a weak sob, turning the shower off before curling up on the bathroom floor.

Fuck today, you think. Fuck this stupid fucking day.

You let your sobs leave your body for what feels like hours, hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

You’re just so fucking tired. Why can’t you have anything good go for you today, just once?

Your cries turn into whimpers after a short while before your body jolts at the feeling of two strong arms hugging you from behind. Just as you’re about to fight back, your whole body relaxes as his voice whispers to you.

“Hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You sniffle and let out another weak cry, which only makes him coo and scoop you into his lap, tucking your head into his shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. His warmth seeps into your bones slowly like a cup of warm tea, and your cries begin to soften as his fingers run through your hair, rocking you ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, but he only just shushes you and presses his lips for your forehead. “No, don’t. I-I’m dirty.”

“Oh hush.” He scolds you playfully. “It’s just a little bit of rain. I won’t die.” He kisses your forehead once more, standing slowly and carrying you to the bedroom carefully.

You don’t even want to know what your face looks like right now, eyes puffy and cheeks blotchy, lips red from biting on them all day out of frustration. And to top it all off, your hair probably looks like a birds nest, all knotty and soaked from the rain.

“Come on, you.” He guides you to the end of the bed carefully, getting you out of your wet clothes and changing you into one of his large hoodies and a pair of your Pyjama pants. “There we go.” He’s praising you with every article of clothing he manages to change you into, which you follow almost robotically with no complaint.

“Today sucked.” You whimper as he leads you to the bed, making you lay under the covers.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” He urges, sliding under the blankets beside you.

“I’m just so tired.”

“I know, Jagiya.” He doesn’t wait for you, taking your arm and pulling you into his waiting hold, arms circling around your waist. “I know. You can rest for the day, I’m not going anywhere, Kay?”

You nod slowly as your head rests against his chest, letting your eyes flutter closed at the sound of his heartbeat in your ears.

“I love you.” You sniffle.

“I love you too, my love.” He coos, fingers running through your hair delicately.

You may have had the worst day, but you feel damn lucky that you have your amazing boyfriend to help you pick up your pieces.

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[parkerpeter24]

read ur masterlist all night yesterday and wanted to ask if u still do peter requests? if so could u write one ab reader still coping w losing peter during infinity war (like she’s still having nightmares ab it) and peter assures her that it’s okay and that he’s there :((( ffh and nwh never happened as well ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 biggg thanks mwah

this kinda sad :( also, real sorry for so much delay.

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

masterlist

the new home was warm and comfy. not as comfy as peter but still. it had been five years. five years down the drain for you and him. it was hard to believe that he was still nineteen while you were twenty-three, almost twenty-four as your birthday approached.

you smiled gently at may every time you found her sitting on the couch, reading a self-help book or when you found her in the kitchen, making something of peter’s favorite. when peter was out on his patrols, you helped her in the kitchen or around the house, sometimes just watching her favorite reality show on tv.

your family had been one of those that didn’t ‘blip’ and even though now everyone was “saved” with little to no damage– now that the avengers were back together and helping the people settle back into this ‘new world’ that had become– you didn’t feel so secure.

when you first saw peter, you didn’t believe he was real, how could you. what were you supposed to say to him, welcome back? you’d went through a lot these past few years, graduating college, trying to find a new job and a new apartment. you couldn’t get yourself to try to find someone else, someone new. at first you were afraid of replacing your first love. the support group you joined– after being forced by your parents– helped you a lot with that, yet you found yourself avoiding situations with any person that could lead up to a relationship.

you didn’t want to lose another person. you couldn’t.

you cried at nights, holding your fist over your mouth just to make sure your parents didn’t hear you. they had enough on their plates, having lost their friends and colleagues and parents.

when you first saw him, breathing and standing in front of you, those soft, brown eyes filled with tears to the brim, it felt like a piece of your heart returned to your chest. you didn’t know how to approach him, just standing there frozen, with a parted mouth. peter did what was needed and kissed you, his mouth tasting of copper. neither of you could mind the cut over his lip as the need to touch and feel what you’d lost prevailed.

you held each other and cried, not caring if the blood from his forehead transferred to yours.

it felt the same after four months. peter didn’t talk much but every night he loved to hold you and listen to your stories of what had happened in the past five years. he could tell you skipped over the bad parts, only telling him about the new friends you’d made and what new movies and songs you wanted to share with him.

it was hard for the boy to realise how much you’ve been through these past five years– for him it had felt like a few moments before he woke up; but for you, it was five years. saying that didn’t do justice because those were 60 months. 1827 days you’d gone without him. he didn’t believe he could go on for so long.

‘if’ was the word he used to comfort you with as he held you through the anxiety attacks. ‘if i could turn back time,’ ‘if i was there to hold you always, i would have,’ ‘if i had a choice now, i would have never left that bus.’ he mumbled as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

you had a habit of forcing a hand against your mouth when you sobbed at nights but peter held it in his, gently stroking your fingers as he let you wail against his chest, never caring if you ruined however many of his shirts.

he was over at your new apartment on the nights you weren’t at his place. you had started keeping your window open for him again, just like you did in your late teens.

peter slipped inside your room one such night, finding you fast asleep. he quickly changed into a set of his clothes that you’d already kept on a chair in the room. he admired you, getting in bed beside you. his arm automatically wrapped around yours and you snuggled into him in your subconscious state. he pressed his face against your hair and breathed in, getting used to the coconut-y smell of your new shampoo now.

everything was so different but it was okay. as long as peter could hold you again.

[bones4thecats]

Heyy hii hellooo , hruuu and what's your fav cat breed , btw can i req a leonidas , Nikola Tesla , hades , and Hercules x fem!homura akemi!reader

I hope you watch Madoka Magica , i just want a simple long ahh angst and then fluff

So basically the reader is like the goddess of time (for the gods part) and a time traveler(for the humans part) the reader basically repeat the same month that Ragnarok has taken place for over 1200 years just to save them from their fate which was turning into a green weed snort dust in because the charas are who she hold dear so much since they are her husband , each time she failed and failed and that affect the universe since she bend the time around the charas making them stronger but each timeline they just die , and i want them to confront the reader Abt it and then the reader is like having a meltdown or something and then tell em all the stuff she have been doing to the point she almost gone insane with all the timeline of watching them die

And after that can you just put on like a huge comfort scene where the charas finally survive and comfort the reader after all the pain she gone through

I hope you don't mind , sorry if it too muchhh srryyyyyy

A/N: Okay, my favorite cat breed is the Birman, it's just so fluffy and cute!! It also reminds me of a Siamese. This is one of the saddest things I have ever written, so expect to cry a few tears and then feel like your heart’s gonna explode! This is kinda themed after the song Haunted by Taylor Swift because I was listening to it while writing. Enjoy~~

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🚬 You had tried so many times, yet you always fail… why?

🚬 Why wasn’t it fair then, why wasn’t it fair now? Why did he have to die, why couldn’t that selfish and impish God Apollo die?!

🚬 1,200 years you have tried, over 103,782 attempts have been made in counting, maybe this would be the one to work!

🚬 But it was too much for one person to watch their one and only, their husband, die over and over and over by the same cause

🚬 You watched as he trained, and you couldn’t stop crying each time

🚬 Leonidas looked over at you and grinned his signature grin saying, ready for battle

🚬 When he hugged you that night you started to cry and not stop, which caused him to look at you with shock

🚬 You never cried

🚬 He kneeled down and tilted your head towards his face, his eyes asking the same question over and over again

“ Are you okay, my love? “

🚬 That was when you let loose, spilling everything, the endless death and depression you had gone through just to see him win, it made his heart ache

🚬 You went through all of this to see him come out on top, to see him alive again

🚬 Leonidas held you and shushed you, while you mumbled how it wasn’t fair since no matter how much you tried it never worked

“ You cannot escape fate, love. But, no matter what happens, believe me, I will always, always be by your side. No matter what. “ “ Promise? “ “ I promise. “

🚬 And he did. He won. He beat that snobbish bastard, Humanity cheered for the win while you smiled and cried happy tears for another reason

🚬 You finally did it, he lived…

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🧪 This stupid myth wasn’t coming to fruition, it said every time you traveled, he’d grow stronger! Just how much more strength did he need?!

🧪 Time after time again he died from that depleaded and god-awful immortal Beelzebub, why did he have to live?!

🧪 He hurt a child for crying out loud, causing him to turn into a blood-thirsty monster for the heck of it! He didn’t deserve life! He showed no remorse for what he had done, even Thor showed some of it to Lü Bu!

🧪 While thriving on the past, you were watching Nikola work on a problem for his armor for Ragnarok and you smiled when he got the fact right, it was better than last time, maybe this was it?

🧪 He did the same thing as last time, but he added more weaponry and more strength to it per your request, now maybe it could work!

🧪 You sat by Hlökk and Jack while the fight ensued, and you were praying that he would win, that your husband could finally come home safe and sound

🧪 And he did it… he- he beat Beelzebub!

🧪 Nikola was healing as you jumped onto him, he chuckled and kissed your forehead, and that was when you let it loose

🧪 You spilled the tea, all of it, the 1,200 years of torment that you faced watching him die, the same fate over and over and over again, not being able to stop it hurt

“ Darling, I am sorry for failing you so many times. “ “ It’s not your fault, you’re here now… and I’m thankful. “ “ I am thankful as well, Y/N… “

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💀 No, no, no, no!

💀 Every god-forsaken time, the same damn thing!

💀 Oh that human will pay for his insolence, killing the King that you loved was a crime only punishable by death at the hands of his victim!

💀 Every single time that Hades proclaimed his wish to fight, you were with him, helping him train to beat that puny being

💀 But every time it wasn’t enough, and it hurt so much…

💀 And the way that human smiled and had every human there cheering for him made you sick, many lost an ally, Zeus, Hermes, Ares, and Adamas all lost a brother and uncle, one that cared for them oh so much, and you…

💀 You lost your one and only love…

💀 But maybe this time it would work! It said that they grew stronger every time you traveled, so maybe now it would be right!

💀 Hades looked up at you and smiled as he prepared for battle, and every cut and bruise only gave you the biggest PTSD stain in history

💀 He couldn’t die, he just couldn’t!

💀 And when the cry of Zeus’ cry entered your ears, you started to doubt everything

💀 It worked, it finally fucking worked!

💀 You had never sprinted that hard before into the arms of your love, dragging him to the infirmary after sharing the best kiss known to the Gods

💀 Hades saw how sad yet happy your eyes were while he healed, and when he looked at you and asked why you were so down, you tole him everything, sobbing the process

" My dear, you've seen that happen all those times? For that long? " *Sigh* " I apologize for not being able to change that for so long, but, now we can start the life we've always wanted, by each others sides for eternity. "

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💪 He was the kindest soul you had ever met, why would fate just screw him over like this?!

��� You understood he knew Jack far better than you, but watching the human just kill your lover blinded all of your judgement, no matter what

💪 Heracles had died so many times in front of you that you felt like crying tears of joy and sadness from both seeing him alive and from knowing what was bound to happen

💪 This time he had been talking to his adoptive brother, Ares, when you traveled back to see him and try getting him to survive, and seeing him with the only other person who wept and understood how much the lose of him affected you just hurt

💪 He called out to you and hugged you in his arms while calling his goodbyes to Ares, in which the God of War just smiled and waved back

💪 Your husband was the one person you didn't want to lie to anymore, and you hopes that after 1,200 years, this may be the final time you'd have to travel to save him

💪 You grabbed his hand which caused Heracles to turned around and give you a curious look, and that was when you told him

" 1,200 years for me? Angel, you... you didn't have to do all of this for me! "

💪 Heracles looked at you with shock, he figured nobody would drain themselves physically or mentally to the point of near insanity just for him...

💪 He hugged you even closer and he swore the same thing you heard over the last thousand years;

" I'll be safe, and when this is all over, we'll rest together just like before... I promise. "

💪 Your husband laid the most gentle kiss on your lips ever as you nodded, believing the words more than you ever did before

💪 Before Round 4 of Ragnarok started, you strolled over to the Humans side to speak to their fighter, Jack the Ripper, so you could get something clear

" In these last 1,200 years, I have been trying to get my husband back... as whenever he fought against you, he lost... died at your hands. And while I respect you and everything you have done for your people, I am just asking you one thing; Is this really what you want to be known for? Pure murder? "

💪 When Jack was about to kill Heracles, he remembered your words and smiled humbly before lowering his hands to the ground and laying on his knees, causing Heracles to stop and stare at the male

" I do not wish to kill you, God. " " Heracles. And Jack, I do not wish to kill you. This match stays at a draw! "

💪 All Gods and Humans were obviously pissed, but you got your husband back, and one of your previously close friends. Win-Win for you!

[heartofwritiing]

What am I supposed to do, if theres no you?

paring: wilbur soot x fem!reader

authors note: I was listening to soon you’ll get better by taylor swift. I couldn’t get the imagery of this song out of my head and I needed to write some sort of vent. also inspired by a fic that @starsyoubreaklikesugardust wrote called whats it like on the other side of us that utterly destroyed me and I needed a happier version... This is super self-indulgent as hell but I hope you guys like it!

warnings: angst, mentions of an illness, hospitals, heavy topics, mentions of death, reader doesn’t have a specific illness, fluff, hurt comfort, me not knowing about medical terms or hospitals so excuse me lol, unedited!

The hospital bed feels warmer when Wilbur lies beside you, the only sound in the small room is the beeping of the machine monitoring your vitals.

On most days, everything is fine. However, when he's around, it's easy to forget the inevitable fate that awaits.

When he has to leave, he goes home to sleep in an empty bed and never does sleep. In those moments of solitude, he cries until he can't anymore. He tries to distract himself by painting the kitchen yellow, fixing up the garden, going to the studio to record, and hanging out with friends. But he feels guilty he’s not beside you.

The next time you see him he looks horrible. Like he got hit by a bus and you’re wondering if you should be the one in here or him. Wilbur Voice horse, circles under his eyes and red you know is from his tears. That’s when you pull him by the arm so he can curl up next to you so he can finally get some rest.

Stoking your fingers through his hair as he snores softly into your collarbone. You think about how Wilbur would ever function without you. How is he gonna take care of himself -when-if you are gone one day. That pit is building in your stomach along with the small lump in your throat. The burning of your eyes as you silently cry while you hold him close to your body.

Because that was what your life was full of, what ifs, whens, uncertainty, and dread. He didn’t deserve that. The arguments you used to get into when you first got sick. Begging him to leave you because you knew, in the long run, this wouldn’t work out. You could spend the rest of your life in and out of hospitals while he wasted away with you.

Wilbur swore repeatedly up and down that he would never leave you. No matter how much you tried to drive him away or how hard matters got.

Wilbur was constantly worried about your well-being, but he held onto hope that you would recover. This was especially true after the first time he brought you home.

You were happy to leave the uncomfortable hospital bed and small room reeking of antiseptic. You slow danced with him in the living room to Elton John playing from his phone speaker, listened to him write new songs, and slept in because you missed waking up in your shared bed. You felt like your old self again and he loved seeing you that way.

When things got worse again, the bright light in your eyes would soon fade, like water extinguishing a flame, as you had to leave your home and return to that sterile, white-washed room.

When you are back in that hospital bed, with the scratchy sheets and the fluorescent lights that hurt your eyes you’re back to being a shell of a human. The depression hits you harder and Wilbur does all he can to help. make you as comfterble as possible despite the weight of the situation.

You know he’s only trying to provide solstice. The small room fills with his soft voice as he reads your favorite stories. Telling you bad jokes he’s heard from Tommy that get you to at least crack a smile. He feels proud he was the one to grant you some form of happiness.

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His hand holds your shaking, cold one as the IV pumps treatment into your veins. He leans over in his chair to be closer to you, lips against your knuckles. Your eyes meet in a longing stare that says 'I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.' You gently squeeze his hand.

“Wil?” You asked hoarsely.

“Yes, darling?” His voice is intimate, making you feel like there are people around even though it's just the two of you. The nickname always makes your tummy flutter with delight.

You want to capture the way he looks at you in a picture. He tentatively waits for your next words, his doe eyes filled with concern. You clear your throat and exhale softly.

“I was thinking... maybe we should find a house in the country,” you say. Wilbur remains silent. "Somewhere quiet, with big fields where we can see the sky, and watch the sunset on the porch."

You've mentioned how you'd love to live out in the country. A cottage large enough for you both to have separate areas. A streaming room for him, and a bedroom and den for you to store all your books and painting supplies.

A place where you can finally be free from confinement. Despite Wilbur's jokes about you being an old soul, you were in touch with life through knitting, painting, reading, and walks. That's what he wanted to give you again.

Your voice is quieter now, creating a moment just for you. The heaviness in your voice made your eyes well up. You could feel his thumb caressing your knuckles. Like a silent ‘take your time’. Your throat closes up as you keep talking. Your breath is shaking, primarily due to the cold temperature of the room and the medicine making you feel woozy. But you and Wilbur knew it was the emotional weight you tried to carry with your words.

Somewhere we can grow old together.

The sentence sits heavily in your mind. You'd like to say it to him. You wanted to share it with him so badly, but it felt painful to have cross your mind.

Wilbur already knows by the look in your eyes. He leans over you, lovingly presses a kiss to your forehead, and wipes away a single tear before it can roll down your cheek. Slowly he moves down, then presses another kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Whatever you want, my love.” he squeezes your hand back.

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Wilbur spent weeks searching through countless home-selling websites for your dream house, but none were to his liking or within your budget. A month later, while sitting uncomfortably in a hospital chair with his long legs curled up to his chest, he scrolled through his phone and stumbled upon a house that seemed too good to be true.

He scheduled numerous appointments to see the house, ensuring everything was in order before making a final decision. Moving his belongings with the help of friends and bandmates was hectic.

He spent weeks preparing for your homecoming, buying new furniture, and arranging your books to your liking, making everything perfect only then he would finally surprise you.

He's there to take you to his car the day you leave the hospital. He takes care of you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and ensuring you're ready to leave before setting off.

As Wilbur drives past your shared apartment, soft indie tunes play through the car's speakers, and you lean back against the headrest, watching the scenery pass by. You realize you passed the turn to your house and Wilbur's hand takes yours.

Wilbur turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and says, "We're not going home just yet." A faint smile is on his lips as if he's hiding something from you. He then drives in a different direction, and you can't help but feel excited about what he has planned.

"Where are we going?" you ask. As you speak, he can hear your worry.

"If I told you that, it would ruin the surprise," he says.

He knows you're antsy in your seat but it'll be worth it. After driving through winding roads and trees, he pulls up to a house with an arched doorway and slanted roof, almost like the one you dreamed of growing up.

Wilbur turns off the ignition, rushes to your side, opens the car door, and with a grin offers his hand to help you out. Wilbur leads you to the front door, unlocks it with a small key, and picks you up to carry you over the threshold.

"Welcome home darling," he says.

You are led through the house, to the hallway to the cozy living room. taking everything in slowly.

The soft pillows on the sofa, your paintings on the walls, your books on the shelf, and Wilbur's record player and vinyl set up. His acoustic guitar set against the wall caused your eyes to well up.

"Wilbur," you began, but tears rolled down your face as the emotions overwhelmed you. Why was he going through all this trouble for a silly dream?

Wilbur frowned as he tried to place you on the recliner, but you clung to him, so he sat down with you in his lap. Speaking softly into your ear with tender words to calm you.

You drew away from him, noticing the worry in his gaze as you locked eyes with Wilbur, he searched your expression frantically, attempting to figure out the cause of your distressed state.

"Are you okay?" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know it's a lot to take all at once, but I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry for being secretive."

You shake your head, in slight remorse for making him assume he upset you or pushed things too far.

"I'm just so happy." you beamed tearily.

Ease washed over him, and a sigh escapes his lips. Tears well in his eyes. He gently takes the back of your head and brings you to meet him for a kiss. His lips are soft and warm as they enveloped yours passionately. You reciprocated his kiss, bringing your hands to thread in his hair. Your noses brushed as you pulled away to catch your breath.

While holding each other, you remained in that position. Your breathing was slow and unsteady, and tears streamed down your face as you cried onto Wilbur's shoulder. Everything, for the first time in a long time, felt perfect.

Everything you had ever wanted was with Wilbur, and you were never going to want anything else.

Wilbur knew in his heart, soon you would get bette, because you just had to.

End.

tagging: @merakiwi @trashcanduck  @addxms @ax-y10

[lifenconcepts]

Horrid Henry headcannons  (the show one, there is a distinction) (not going into the basics of him being abused or whatever)

Undiagnosed adhd.

Has issues with falling asleep and/or staying asleep.

Has probably gotten in trouble for doodling rude characatures of his teachers and people he dislikes.

Definetely snuck out a few times at night.

Love language is quality time.

Loves to get a rise out of others by pretending to like things that people find disgusting (like pineapple pizza) but in reality doesn’t like them either.

Loved to cover and uncover his ears quickly in a school cafeteria to get that funny audio noise.

Wears long clothes practically religiously to avoid being perceived.

Probably daydreamed of tons of things he wanted but into his adolescence wanted a car to “get away forever” or atleast travel out of home often.

Had a time period where he listened to the group “The Smiths”.

Loves the musical group Mindless Self Indulgence.

Is deep in denial about having self confidence issues, and tries to pull off the idea he has a god complex.

Had a burner phone he got tons of songs on and whenever limited in tv or other things can always rely to have the phone (since his parents don’t know about it).

Likes to collect CDs and loves to go to flea markets or thrift shops for cheap ones, for a few from finding them near trash bins.

Loves the night but is too wimpish to actually go out alone unless it’s to Ralph’s.

Hates anything touching his neck (clothing tags, long necks/collars, necklaces).

Has likely grown out a mullet at least once in his life.

Likes to dance unless it’s for someone or something.

Has been left home alone multiple times and learnt to deal with it well.

Neglectful when it comes to keeping relationships as he doesn’t really know how to show attention or love to ‘em.

Loves 80s synth pop.

Touch repulsed and yet touch starved, has probably cried from receiving a genuine hug (likely from Ralph)

Liked to hum or whistle tunes and often gets told off for it.

Has probably broken dozens of chairs before, accidentally.

Is the guy to volunteer eagerly when the teacher calls for a “strong boy” to help stack plastic chairs.

When riding a bike loves to speed up until his legs ache and then fail to stop in time and crash into bushes.

Likely gets into antics which result with him getting dozens of bruises or scratches.

Has probably bitten people before.

Would laugh at queers before realising he is one himself.

Secretly wants to put make-up on himself like how some rock bands do but doesn’t want to be seen in it as it could make others think he’s girly.

Parents don’t believe him when he cries and so he gets sent to his room when he actually needs some comfort and cries himself to sleep while hugging Mr. kill or a pillow, has gotten a conditioned response of fleeing the scene of feeling genuinely threatened, but can stand up to himself.

Confident in his abilities and at the same time thinks he’s the worst person to ever exist in them.

Likes to lick his own blood or pick his own scabs.

Likely aromantic (I get his distaste to getting married is just a kid thing but I like to believe otherwise). Also take the episode “horrid Henry looks at love”.

Liked to chase cats or other small animals but wouldn’t hurt them for real, maybe just aggressively pet them but not anything more.

Prolly listened to Radiohead.

Likely has a small collection of different scrap bits and pieces from toys and other objects he found outside, from random bolts to lost keys from unknown locks, to even shards of metal from a broken bus.

Has probably slept across two seats on some sort of family gathering.

Probably would be into kandi beads and loom bands.

Liked black and red checkerboard patterns.

Probably would wear goth/punk clothes into his adolescence years. From depictions of skeletons and bones to spikey collars and leather jackets.

Pierced his own ears.

Tried to at some point control the universe or atleast take over the world.

Has stuck a fork into an outlet before.

Online likes to pretend to be a real life vampire or werewolf and has told people that he lives in an old castle.

Sweet tooth!

In school liked arts and crafts and often made makeshift creatures or robots.

Would love to partake in certain after school clubs but isn’t allowed due to teachers thinking he’s always gonna be a problem child.

Has a medal he won genuinely and hides it as his most prized possession, only boasting with the one he cheated in/stole.

[bisexualenbyblueberry]

Do you have any ideas about what each of the TDP character’s music taste would be like?

This can include music from literally any era and/or culture

OH MY GOD I've been waiting SO LONG to have this asked to me, SO

First things first, I remember commenting somewhere on a post about Soren and Corvus' "song" that to Corvus, their song was something by Mitski, and to Soren, their song was like. I Am A Gummy Bear so write that down for them

In all seriousness I feel like Soren would like exclusively parody, joke songs. Weird Al, Danny Gonzalez, etc etc. And his ass has definitely listened to the Beast Mode Spotify playlist before

Claudia- Taking a page out of 2018 Tumblr's interpretation of Claudia as her being super goth and saying she listens to MCR or smth like that. idk I know nothing about goth music. Either that or TV girl

Terry- it would be low-hanging fruit to say he listens to Cavetown. It would be less low-hanging fruit to say he does not pay attention to lyrics in the slightest. Only tune. His playlist is the most chaotic, genre-free mess you'll ever see. It has several Christmas songs on it. He listens to it year round. Everyone is terrified of him

Callum- he's one of those queer teenage boys who listen exclusively to 80's rock. He defends the Beatles with his life (Rayla is the one he has to defend them from)

Rayla- Sneers at Callum for his love songs. Laughs at him for grinning while walking around blasting soft rock. Looks down on everyone who listens to non-instrumental music. Does not listen to lyrics music. Definitely has NOT cried to sad Conan Gray and Harry Styles songs at 1:00 am before, please stop asking

Ezran- he just listens to whatever everyone else wants to listen to tbh. He has had to mediate music-related arguements in the car before

Runaan- only listens to classical music from the Renaissance era

Kazi- idk what they'd listen to exactly (maybe like, dark academia shit) but the important thing is that they have a different playlist for everything. Going to a cafe? There's a playlist for that. Taking the bus? There's a playlist for that. Watering their cacti? There's a playlist for that. Anyone can ask them for a playlist with any concept and they'd have it, as well as a lengthy anecdote as to why.

Gren- I absolutely hate doing this to him but. Gren listens to the most agressively white man music ever. Cotton Eyed Joe is his favourite song. He knows all the lyrics to Sweet Home Alabama. He's also one of those people who never makes a playlist, just listens to music raw and randomly. You could tell him you made him a playlist and play one of those "songs that excite the white folk" and he would be ever so thankful that you made him this playlist that caters exactly to his taste. Gren I am so so sorry I did this to you but it was needed

I want you to know I have agressively slapped my hand over my mouth several times while writing this like some sort of cartoon villain

OKAY it is now the next morning and I would like to add:

Viren- hates all music. Like he thinks it's a distraction from more important things and just despises it. If there's music playing in a room he'll leave that room, no matter what

Harrow- Swiftie dad

[lythiannatheultimate]

I made up a story!

In this story, Its Christmas break for the WVBA and everyone visits Bear Hugger at his house. Strangely, Bear Hugger decides to steal an entire charter bus (Somehow does not get caught) and they end up going on a very long road trip to Argentina!

So here are my head cannons...

🇫🇷Glass Joe🇫🇷

•Dating Von Kaiser

•Fell asleep most of the time

•Talked to Von Kaiser about How beautiful France is

•The wind kept messing up his hair

•slept on Von Kaiser's shoulder (aw😊)

🇩🇪Von Kaiser🔩

•Dating Glass Joe

•So sweet

•Got annoyed by soda popinski belting out "I will always love you."

•glanced over for one second an macho man and Narcis were making out(got very disgusted)

• he's chill

🇺🇸 Disco Kid🎧

•Singing to Britney Spears

•Singing in harmony with Soda Popinski

•sitting next to Aran

•Aran ended up falling asleep on his shoulder ( Disco Kid freaked out)

•brung an entire pillow and blanket

🏖King Hippo🏝

•just chilled next to Mad Clown

•Mad Clown might have a little crush on him

•Sitting there looking pretty

•Being innocent

•Just looking at the beautiful scenery outside❤🏞

🌸Piston Hondo/Honda🍣

•was reading some manga until Bear Hugger kissed his cheek and he had a little bit of a gay panic

•I swear he loves bear hugger with all his life

•Ended up having a panic attack because he thought of an extremely traumatic event (I'm so sorry😢)

•Treats Bear Hugger like the love of his life (he is)

•Bear Hugger bought him a plushie of a bear and Piston Hondo was SO happy (Aw so sweet☺️)

🇨🇦 Bear Hugger🏒

•Treats Hondo like his princess

•Had to comfort Hondo because of his panic attack (His heart broke💔)

•brung chip (His squirrel)

• His pet bear (Spruce) was upset he could not go😕

•Watched a hockey game on his phone and Hondo ended up watching

🍛 Great Tiger🕌

•Being a little silly

•Mr. Dream touched his turban and he punched him in the face

•Listening to calming Indian music most of the time ( Which means he is probably fast asleep

•Got REALLY romantic with Rick Bruiser for some reason🤷

•Found Rick Bruiser strangely attractive🤔

🌹 Don Flamenco🇪🇸

• Carmen resisted going (Don's upset he can't see his beautiful fiance)

• Watching the ENTIRE series of the twilight saga on his phone

•Kept a box of roses in his bag

•ended up singing "A Thousand Years," by Christina perri while watching the twilight movies.

•Everyone ends up hearing him and they end up singing alongside him

🇮🇪 Aran Ryan🍾

• Kindly admires disco kid's singing

•Loves Disco Kid with every fiber of his being

•Ends up head banging listening to Slipknot

•Started listening to slipknot and grew to love them

•his favorite song by slipknot is probably "Spit It Out"

🇷🇺 Soda Popinski🍾

•Got VERY drunk

• SCREAMING Britney Spears

• Actually made bald bull happy☺️

•Aran laughed at him and Soda started to laugh

•sitting still and looking pretty

🇺🇸Kid quick🐐

•Was on the verge of a panic attack

•Everyone drove him insane

•Bursted into tears

•scared for Gabby

•was about to actually lose his mind

🇫🇷Gabby Jay💊

•Had to take his pills

•Has dementia and forgot what Hondo told him; Hondo was crying and apologizing like crazy

•Happy to see Joe happy❤

•Concerned for Kid Quick

•Fell to the ground for eight seconds and everyone thought he died😞

🇬🇧Narcis Prince🎽

•VERY upset

•Heike tried to get him to talk but he couldn't

•Cried at the sight of Dragon Chan Crying his eyes out

•Macho gave him a hug

•Banged his head on the window a couple times

🇨🇳Dragon Chan🏯

•Actually SMILED?!

•Was content with talking to Soda

•Mr. Dream ruined EVERYTHING for him

•Had a very major panic attack(Poor guy😢)

•Made soda scared

🇯🇵Heike Kagero💃

•watched season 2 of Sailor Moon

•made Narcis feel better

• Narcis made him feel better

• brushed his hair

•Ended up having to put his hair up

🇨🇳 Hoy Quarlow🐒

•acted very weird

•scarfing down food on the bus for some reason🤷

•Might have a little crush on piston Honda 🤦

•threw up from the food

•Creepily staring at Dragon Chan👀

🇹🇷 Bald Bull🏋

•Very nice towards soda

•actually chill

• so sweet

•actually LAUGHED?!

•Mr. Dream annoyed him like crazy

🇺🇸 Super Macho Man🏄

•Loves Narcis

•Actually comfortable

•Comforted Dragon Chan

•Listening to white girl music and singing in a girly voice💅

•singing CALIFORNIA GURLS WERE UNDENIABLE

🇺🇸 Mr. Sandman🏋

•tired

•Got happy when The ref( Tony) sat with him

• watched a Bruce Lee movie

•made Tony laugh a couple times

•actually got worried for Hondo ( Their friends btw)

🇺🇸 Little mac🏆

•Very calm

•watching boxing matches of Muhammad Ali with doc Louis

•HE SPOKE OH MY GOODNESS

•got very cold and put on his pink hoodie

•was okay since he was sitting with doc

🇺🇸 Doc Louis🍫

•happy he has Little mac with him( I swear he needs to be this kids parent)

•Brought chocolate bars for him and Mac to share

•Made jokes that little Mac actually laughed to

•talked with birdie a little bit

•was very chill

🇳🇴 Alice👩‍🔬

•literally the only girl

•her and ape just chill out together

•actually ended up talking to Little mac ( their friends now😊)

•10 years old

•told Mac her entire life story

That is all I have for now, if I should add anything, let me know☺️!

[holyprncess]

She just mad that no nigga ever loved her No nigga gon' stand ten toes behind her

At this point, I confirmed in my head that Nicki Minaj was projecting. Nicki Minaj has gone through a lot of trauma in her life, I won’t deny that. From her abusive dad and brother, to her mom who abandoned her multiple times in Trinidad until she was five. I sense that she has abandonment issues and daddy issues and that’s why she is such a pick me for men. Willing to throw women under the bus for the love of a man. She accuses Megan of adultery and being a side chick in her lyrics and constantly brushes off her husband’s offence as “old tea”. She views cheating as worse than rape due to her abandonment issues.

To Nicki, a loyal rapist >>> a consensual side chick/cheater.

That’s probably why she ignores the existence of her man’s other kids from other baby mamas, so that she can mentally pretend that she’s been his only one.

Jokes on her, the only reason Kenneth Petty is loyal is because he can’t leave the house.

Notice how the Barbz main motto is “loyalty” to Nicki? She fed into this behaviour. This culture of toxic loyalty. The Barbz will do anything for her. Just like how she thinks that Kenneth Petty would do anything for her.

That whole song is a projection. I knew that she was basically beefing with herself when she said “why the fuck is you humpin on a minor?” Because Megan didn’t do that, she did.

What Megan has done is become somewhat of a mirror to Nicki, let me explain. When you scream into the dark void, the only thing you can hear is yourself and your own echo.

When someone is left in silence, the only thing they can do is talk to themselves and listen to their thoughts. It’s no longer Nicki talking to Megan because Megan left the conversation. It’s now Nicki talking to Onika.

And nobody hates Onika Tanya Maraj more than Nicki Minaj herself.

Repeat that sentence in your head.

Let this be a lesson for everyone who reads this. Learn to become comfortable with yourself. Comfortable by yourself. When you level up in life, you need to mentally level up as well. Nicki didn’t do that. Even though Nicki has all this money and a great reputation as a rapper and all these designer deals, etc, in her mind she is still that little girl stuck in Trinidad with her abusive father, abusive brother, and a mother who never defended her as a child.

When you level up financially and make moves, you also need to learn to heal. You no longer should accept what you used to allow when you were at a lower level. Otherwise you’ll be a cracked out hag screaming on instagram while your baby cries and your sex offender husband can’t quiet him down.

.... thats it. give this anon a platform. a show. a podcast. this person broke down nicki so quick like she was a lego project. they hit every nail on the head like we are building shit. i completely agree 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 and one more thing. she needs a friend. not a yes man. a friend.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey~ Just want to drop a RoR request with terminally ill teen reader. Reader is scare she won't make it and but already made her peace. So, one day, her family overheard her singing this song:

https://youtube.com/shorts/QzKDIgeFmPI?feature=share

And finds out she wants them to sing that song, should she died... Both happy and sad ending, please

I legit made myself cry writing this. I’m gonna combine the two endings, making it sad first then happy.

-Your family was your rock, your cheerleaders, the ones who kept you going as you were fighting so hard.

-They always told you that someone so young, so small, shouldn’t have to fight something like this, a terminal disease that was slowly taking you from them, piece by piece.

-You could see their anger and their tears when they thought you weren’t looking, showering you with nothing but smiles, so you wouldn’t feel so scared, despite being scared themselves.

-You did what you could to help cheer them up, spending time with them, asking each of them questions about their own lives, wanting stories from them.

-You had made peace with your illness when doctors told you that you were terminal, you had been prepared for it, as they feared you were, and when it was announced, you were the only calm one in the room while your family were the ones who were crying, stunned stiff, and even a few who yelled at the doctors, asking if there was anything that could be done.

-There was nothing they could do. The only thing available was to make you comfortable and live each day like it was your last, as they never knew when it would be.

-Your family were always around to spend time with you, to help you with anything that you needed or wanted.

-They were in the backyard, cleaning up the fallen leaves, as winter was soon arriving, the trees shedding their leaves and they wanted the backyard to be clean so when you looked out there, it wouldn’t be a mess.

-Your bedroom window was opened, just a hair, and a soft voice rose over the backyard, singing quietly, until everyone was looking up at your window, stunned stiff, many quickly crying, “If I die young, bury me in satin~ lay me down on a bed of roses~~ sink me int the river at dawn~ send me away with the words of a love song~~”

-Your voice was weak but still so beautiful as you sang to them, unaware they were all listening to you.

-Eve told them, after bringing you some hot honey tea, after asking about the pretty song you had sang, that you wanted them to sing that song for you, so you could hear them when you died, so you could find your way home to them.

-It was only two days later when you left, quietly and without a fuss.

-Adam was the one who found you, shouting out your name and the rest of your massive family were quickly in your room, seeing Adam’s hands on either side of your head, cupping your face as his head was on the bed, his shoulders shaking.

-Loki fell back out of your room, his hands over his mouth as he slid to the ground, sliding down the wall as his tears seemed to rob him of his voice.

-Brunnhilde and Randgriz held Goll tightly as she was sobbing, with Thrud holding all three of them as she cried.

-Eve had collapsed to her knees, sobbing into her hands, crying out your name while Zeus was biting his bottom lip, tears slipping out the sides of his eyes, Poseidon and Hades on either side of him, Hades openly crying and Poseidon stunned, unable to react.

-Kojiro was the one to pull Adam away from you, hugging him tightly when the father turned on him, arms going around him tightly.

-Raiden and Shiva were openly crying, hugging Shiva’s three wives in a group hug, sharing their grief together.

-Buddha had silent tears streaming down his face as he clutched the sobbing Zerofuku, the two hugging each other tightly.

-Odin was one who didn’t cry, staring down at you, seeing the smile on your face, his throat clenched to the point of pain.

-Thor and Lu Bu looked mostly calm, but anyone could see their glares, unshed tears in both of their eyes while Ares was kneeling in front of them, sobbing loudly with Hermes kneeling next to him, hugging his brother, crying himself.

-Jack was calm looking, but he was in anguish, seeing the same color in everyone, overwhelming sadness, it made his heart ache, turning away only to find himself embraced by Hercules, who was crying, and Jack felt his tears welling before easily falling.

-Beelzebub let himself be embraced by Nikola, who hugged him tightly, burying his head in the shorter man’s shoulder, but Beelzebub didn’t realize he was crying himself until he felt his own shoulders shaking with soft sobs.

-You were gone.

-They made you a little shrine in the backyard, a beautiful grave, right in front of the massive tree that you spent so much time under before you were unable to.

-Goll sniffled softly, in Thrud’s arms before she spoke, “What was-was that song that Y/N sang that she wanted us to sing for her?”

-Everyone was mostly silent, not answering before Brunnhilde, who was sitting next to Odin and Adam, began to sing, her head low as she began to cry again, “If I die young, bury me in satin~ lay me down on a bed of roses~~ sink me int the river at dawn~ send me away with the words of a love song~~”

-Odin put his hand on her head, silently comforting her as her shoulders shook with her sobs as she only just barely was able to sing.

-A gentle breeze blew past your crying family, the wind was warm, in comparison to the chilly day and instantly many were smiling, feeling your presence, knowing what you said was true, that song guided you home to them.

-As they packed up your belongings, Kojiro came across a shoebox filled with letters, addressed to all of them, one each, all dated only the day before you had passed, giving each of them words of encouragement and love, telling them to live their lives after mourning you but to not dwell on you, promising each of them that you would come home, just in ways they would least expect it.

-Every letter ended in the same way, just for the different individual, telling them that you loved them so much.

-Your letters, although beautiful and meaningful to each one of them, led to more crying and mourning your loss, but soon they were able to move on, but never forgot about you.

-There wasn’t a day that went by, for each and every one of them, that they didn’t think about you, or look out to your grave, missing your smiling face, but as promised, you were there when the flowers bloomed the next spring, the blossoms that normally grew were a slightly different color, and they bloomed in that shade every year from then on out.

-You were always with them, like how they had always been with you.

[hyungseos-cafe]

Pairing: P1harmony Jiung x GN!Reader Ft. Theo and Keeho

Word count: 581

Summary: When things get rocky between Jiung and Y/n, Keeho urges him to write a letter explaining his feelings.

A/n: Hey so you remember that one letter Jiung wrote to Y/n that I was telling you about?? Lol well here it is! I was supposed to post it months ago, but I kept putting it off. I hope you enjoy!!

Order for: @sxfterhearts @p1ecesofate @issadumbass @stellxx @sunnydeized @halaboyz @chenleluvr @astro-doll-the-star @zynz0 @orangebl0ssoms - unable to tag

┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: Let Me In - Exo, It'll Be Ok - Yoandri, Fair-Weathered Friend - Bruno Major .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

Read this first! (The original fic this letter is intended for)

Daily click for Palestine | Learn more about Palestine

2024.08.25

Hi my love,

Keeho told me that you liked getting letters and I realized that throughout our relationship I haven’t really sat down to write you one and I’m sorry. I hope to change that, but it may be too late, isn't it? I don’t know but I love you so much. I don’t have an excuse for why I treated you so poorly and honestly I shouldn’t be making excuses. You deserve so much better and yet you chose to stay by my side. I could never thank you enough for being with me through thick and thin. Just your presence alone motivated me to continue my journey and work harder as a producer.

I wanted to say that I’m sorry for not being more present... which is ironic considering you’ve been there for me and yet I couldn’t return the gesture. Some boyfriend, right? Now that I’m thinking about it I should have done more for you. I should have put my work on pause  because let’s face it, it’s not like it would have hurt my career. The only reason I’m where I am today is because of you and the support you’ve given me.

That night should not have ended the way it did. I should have ran after to stop you from walking away. I should have fought more for our relationship. I don’t know why I just sat there, it was so stupid of me. You know Theo and Keeho nearly jumped me when I told them we had ended things. Theo called me an idiot and Keeho, well you know how he is. He said he’d throw out my music equipment if I didn’t do something. Babe, you don’t understand, he literally showed up at my studio everyday for a week to remind me.

All this to say that I love you so much. I miss our silly dates and the times you made me smile. Like that one time we both cried watching Up and when we both got lost in the middle of the night trying to find your apartment. I miss those times and I miss how you used to leave me meals in front of my studio with the sweetest notes (I keep them in a box under my bed) and how you always call me first when you have good news, not even Keeho. I miss when you’d fall asleep on my shoulder when we’d take the bus home from the studio and your little happy dances when you ate good food. God, I should probably stop, but I won’t. I don’t know how else to say this, but I am still so deeply in love with you.

When the time comes and if you give me another chance, I want to say how blessed I am to have you in my life. Who else am I going on my nature walks with? Who else enjoys hikes? Theo and Keeho said they’d rather be stuck doing my laundry rather than explore nature with me (maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point). I love sending you pictures of my hikes, the sky or animals because they remind me of how beautiful you are. Your beauty truly surpasses nature and I am so lucky to have had you in my life.

Until then, please continue to take care of yourself and know that I am always here for you.

Sincerely,

Your one and only Choi Jiung 

[scullysexual]

a continuation of this. @today-in-fic

mentions of emotional/physical abuse.

“No, Mommy!” Emily cries, trying to squirm away from Dana’s hand. They are in the bathroom of a Walmart, a wet paper towel sits in Dana’s hand as she attempts to wash the dirt and grime of the past few days from her daughter’s face. The five year old has none of it.

“I have to clean your face, baby,” Dana says quietly. Truthfully, she doesn’t have the energy to fight with Emily today. She was exhausted; the stresses of her living situation catching with her.

Last night they had camped in the parking lot of the Walmart whose bathroom they were currently using. It was another cold night and Dana had barely slept. Despite the overnight parking sign, Dana had still been worried somebody would come along and throw them out even if she deliberately parked in the corner furthest away. That, however, had also come with its own issues: no streetlights. So while one half of her had worried about getting kicked out, the other half worried about getting her car broken into while they slept.

Emily, thankfully, had had no issues falling asleep. It was the daytime she struggled with. Unsimulated, bored, Emily’s tantrums had been getting worse lately. So far Emily had ripped one of her books apart and the corner of her tablet had a crack in it from when Emily had thrown it onto the parking lot’s tarmac. Dana tried not to get angry at her child, she was probably feeling the stress too now.

“Why can’t I go home and have a proper bath?” Emily asks.

Home. Every day Emily asked to go home. Every day Dana told her they couldn’t.

“Home isn’t safe anymore,” Dana tells her again.

“Daddy puts bubbles in my bath and let’s me play with as many ducks as I want.” Emily’s head lifts, almost challenging Dana to compete with her precious daddy. She hears what Emily doesn’t say. You keep me in a car all day and try to wash my face in stinky toilets.

Dana knows this already. She would listen as Ethan bathed Emily hours after a fight, like nothing had happened, meanwhile Dana would clean up the mess left behind.

She doesn’t tell Emily the other things Ethan does or says like how angry he becomes when he drinks or how she and Emily are the reason his life is so shit.

Well, they were out of his life now, Dana wonders if it was going any better for him.

Dana tosses the paper towel into the trashcan. She brushes her teeth and then disappears into the cubical to pee. She gets Emily to sing a song with her so Dana knows she still there and it’s during this time that something catches her eye. A leaflet sticks halfway out of the sanitary bin. Dana yanks it out as the lyrics to Wheels On The Bus trail off from her lips. Emily stops singing, too.

“Mommy, where did you go?” Emily cries.

“I’m still on the toilet, baby,” Dana answers though she is distracted looking at the leaflet. It’s a job ad; some time of nanny agency. Babysitting, Dana thinks. There’s a number on the bottom. An ideal striking, Dana gets off the toilet. When she opens the cubical, the leaflet still in her hand, Emily looks at her with relief.

“You took too long,” she says accusatory.

“I’m sorry,” Dana apologises. She shoves the leaflet into her bag and washes her hands.

“Can we go home now?” Emily asks.

“Soon.” Dana helps Emily off the counter and she takes hold of her hand, leading her out of the bathroom.

…

Dana listens as the phone rings, Finding Nemo plays in the background, Emily’s little laughter escaping her mouth as she watches. The phone rings five times and Dana is sure nobody is going to pick up. She’s about to give up when the ringing stops, there’s a slight pause, and then a woman’s voice rings through.

“Happy Nest Nurseries, Ellie speaking, how can I help?”

The voice on the other end takes Dana back a bit and she stutters slightly before she speaks.

“Hi, um…I’m Dana Scully. I was wondering if you had any positions available?” She bites her lip with trepidation, watching Emily through the rear-view mirror.

Ellie sighs. “I’m sorry, we don’t have any places, right now.” Dana’s heart sinks. Ellie goes quiet again and Dana hears the hustle of the phone being moved. There’s a conversation happening between Ellie and somebody else but Dana can’t quite catch the words. Finally, Ellie’s voice sounds through again.

“Actually, Monica says she might have something. Could you come in today?”

Dana smiles, happy and wide. “Yes! Yes, I can.”

“Great,” says Ellie. “I will see you then.”

They exchanges goodbyes and Dana starts putting the car into gear. The sound of the engine coming to life causes Emily to look up from her tablet.

“Are we going home now?” she asks.

“Not quite. Mommy has somewhere she needs to be.”

…

It’s only when she gets to the offices- the address listed on the leaflet and confirmed during a quick phone call to Ellie again- that Dana realises her appearance doesn’t exactly scream interview ready. She looks as tired as she feels, has aged about 10 years in three days. When she untangles her hair from the hair tie it falls down mattered and greasy, in need of a good wash, her curls in need of a reset (or a pair of straighteners) She finger combs through the ends, yanks out a giant knot with a wince, then reties her hair, this time into a ponytail. Then she pulls open the glove compartment in the hopes of finding a stray lip gloss tube in there. After rummaging around she finds not only the lip gloss but mascara, too, along with that a broken comb, couple of random receipts, a lighter, half a pack of cigarettes, Ethan’s ‘lost’ driver’s license- the memory of the day he lost that forever burned into her mind- and a teething toy from when Emily was a baby. Suffice to say, just about everything was in this glove compartment.

Dana shoves everything put the lip gloss and mascara away, she’ll deal with that junk another day. The uses the sun shield mirror and applies the products, immediately looking and feeling better about herself. She turns to Emily then.

“Emily?”

Emily remains half engrossed still by her tablet. “Hmm?”

“I’m about to speak to some very important people. I need you to be on your best behaviour, okay?”

“Can I bring my tablet?”

Dana sighs. When she was pregnant with Emily she didn’t want to become that parent who handed their child a phone screen to keep them quiet. In fact, she had been very against the idea, upholding it whenever she could. It was Ethan who ruined that one. When Emily was two years old he handed her his phone and it had been that way ever since. It wasn’t the first time Dana tried to implement rules and restrictions that would get thrown out the window by Ethan a few hours later. Bubble baths and unlimited ducks one of them. There was a reason Daddy was the favoured one because he gave whatever Emily wished, Mommy was just mean.

“Yes but you’ll have to put on your headphones.”

Emily pulls the headphones out of her bag and puts them on, forgetting to plug the wire into the tablet. Dana laughs and climbs out, reaching back into the car to unbuckle Emily and plug the wire in. Dana guiding a screen-hypnotised Emily, they both walk into the office building.

…

She meets Ellie at one of the desks. The girl wearily eyes Dana and Emily before smiling that fake customer facing smile.

“Maria will be in her office. Follow me.” And Dana does, following Ellie to the end of the hall. Two knocks and when a voice on the other side of the door bids them entry, Ellie opens it.

“Dana Scully is here to see you,” says Ellie.

“Send her in,” says the voice.

Ellie opens the door wider and Dana walks into the room.

“You can go now, Ellie.” And Ellie does so, closing the door behind her.

The woman- Monica- does a once over of Dana.

“I’m sorry,” Dana says immediately. Between the looks Ellie gave her and now the looks Monica is giving her, she knows she isn’t making a great first impression appearance wise. “I just didn’t intend on coming here today.”

“That’s okay,” says Monica. “Who is this?” she asks with interest and a big smile at the sight of Emily.

“My daughter, Emily—” Emily is oblivious, her eyes still glued to the screen. Dana looks wearily towards the other woman.

“You know, a lot of our clients don’t like giving screens to children,” Monica says in a tone that is gentle but still conveys a certain amount of warning.

“I know. And I don’t usually like it either but she’s so restless, she’d only be pilfering through your stuff, she’s very curious. The screen gives her something to focus on, it keeps her quiet, it…” Dana trails off. She knows she isn’t making much of an effort to defend herself, coming up with excuses here and there. “I just needed her to be quiet for now,” Dana says honestly. “I try to restrict her screen time.” A half lie, she did try when she lived with Ethan.

“Sit,” says Monica. “Let’s have a little chat.”

The woman guides the two of them over to the chairs at her desk. Dana helps Emily onto her seat before sitting down herself. Monica watches, beady eyed. When everyone is settled, Monica speaks.

“I don’t often do this but we’ve had a client seeking a nanny recently,” explains Monica and Dana hangs on to every word. “She’s desperate, almost, and we’re fully booked. Or we were, until you called. Now, we will have to do background checks, make sure you’re legit, it’ll take about three days but if everything comes back clean, which in most cases it does, the job is yours. Would you like it?”

Dana can barely believe it. She smiles brightly and nods.

“Yes, of course.”

Monica smiles back. “Great. Let me get you a form.” She wanders over to a filing cabinet and pulls the top drawer open. Dana takes her chance.

“Um…I wondered if I could also get a proof of employment in those three days as well. I’m hoping to get onto a housing list.”

Monica pauses and sighs. “Unfortunately Dana, you have to pass your probation before we can give you anything like that.”

Dana’s heart sinks once more. “And how long is the probation?”

“Three months.”

Dana gawks. Three months! She can’t live in her car for three months. She looks away, willing herself not to cry.

“I also have to ask what you intend to do with Emily when you’re at work. We’re you intending on taking her along too or do you have somewhere to put her, someone she can stay with?”

“Would she be allowed to come with me?”

Monica sighs again. “It’s not advised. You’re protected under insurance if anything was to happen to you while at the house. Emily, however, would not be. It is a risk.”

Dana looks at Emily then. Who knows what type of person this client could be. She could be risking Emily’s safety taking her with her. But where else could she go? To go back home would mean seeing Ethan. Family is…tricky. Melissa isn’t cut out for caring for a child- not to mention if she’d be in any state to even do so- she hasn’t spoken to her parents since Emily’s fifth birthday and that ended in an argument between her and her father, Ethan’s mother despises her and while she loves Emily she’ll only accept Emily if Ethan is the one dropping her off. There was one last person, the only one who has actually offered any support for Dana in the five years she’s been a mother but she too comes at a risk.

But, depending on hours, a risk Dana was willing to make.

“Yeah,” she says. “I have someone she can stay with.”

“Brilliant,” says Monica. She hands the form to Dana. “Fill this in as quickly as possible.”

…

Diana Fowley is the name of the woman who’s kids she’ll be looking after. Two boys: William who was the same age as Emily and Arthur who was three. Simple. Easy. She can do this.

Diana is a lawyer and, according to Monica, going through a divorce. It’s messy, the father’s contact with the boys is limited to weekends or whatever reason and originally, he was the stay at home dead while she was the breadwinner. Now this divorce has meant Diana has to look at other options.

Dana can’t help but compare this father to Ethan. She could never imagine Ethan as a stay at home parent- that was relegated to her- for pride mostly but also for controlling reasons. If Dana has no income herself then she can never leave, forever dependant on Ethan for a home, for financial support. She wishes she could see his face now. I got a job, Ethan. Turns out I’m not as stupid as you made me think.

Not that she was ever stupid. She has a quarter of a physics degree, had a direct path into medicine. A doctor she was going to be, a heart surgeon of all things. She was Emily’s age when she decided that that was what her career was going to be. She had it all worked out: married at 30, a kid two years later. Only the marriage never came, the kid nine years too early.

Dana doesn’t regret Emily, she doesn’t blame Emily for how her life has turned out. Emily is her entire world, Dana just wishes she hadn’t been 21.

“What do you want to be when you grow up, Emily?” Dana asks as they drive down a suburb.

The tablet is still on, now playing Ratatouille.

“A chef!”

This would be wonderful news if, when Dana asked her a few days ago, Emily hadn’t replied with dentist because she was watching Finding Nemo. She expects her daughter’s answer would’ve been a superhero if she’d been watching The Incredibles. But whatever path her daughter choices, Dana just hopes she’s able to become whatever she wants.

Her stomach twists as the house looms in front of her. Bill’s house she thinks as her hands squeeze the steering wheel. No, Tara’s, Dana corrects. If she stays it’s Tara’s house then it is a lot less daunting.

“Where are we, Mommy?”

“You’re going to spend the day with Auntie Tara, baby.”

Emily recoils.

“I hate Auntie Tara!”

“Emily!” Dana admonishes, spinning around. “You don’t hate anyone. Auntie Tara loves you. She wants to see you.”

Tears come to Emily’s eyes as she furiously shakes her head.

“I don’t want to!” the child cries. “I don’t like Auntie Tara. I want to go home! I want Daddy! Why won’t you let me see Daddy?!”

Dana sighs preparing herself for another Emily tantrum.

“Take me to Daddy!” Emily’s foot kicks the back of Dana’s chair. “I want to see Daddy!” Kick. Daddy. Kick. Daddy. Kick. Daddy.

Dana closes her eyes, focuses on her breath, breathing in and out, in and out. She reopens her eyes.

“Emily,” she says quietly, not rising to her daughter’s level. “I need Tara to look after you today.”

“Why can’t Daddy?”

“Daddy’s busy.”

“But I haven’t seen him in years!”

She reminds herself that it’s only been a week.

“I know and we will see Daddy soon but for now, I need you to go with Auntie Tara until Mommy gets back, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“I told you, Mommy has to go to work.”

The concept was baffling to the child.

“But you stay at home…” Emily says with a frown.

Dana smiles. “Not anymore. We need to find a house—”

“We have a house- Daddy’s house.”

Dana unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs out of the car. She opens Emily’s door, unbuckles Emily, and kneels down in front of her.

“I need you to listen to me, Emily. Daddy is a bad person. Do you know what a bad person is?”

Emily nods. “They hurt you.”

Dana nods in return. “They do. That’s what Daddy did- he hurt me. He almost hurt you.” She wipes a stray tear from her child’s face. “So I got us out of there. That is why we can’t go back home, we can’t go back to Daddy. I’m gonna get us a new house where nobody can hurt us but I need you to stay with Tara so I can do that. Do you think you can do that?”

Emily pauses, thinking it over hard as if she had any choice in the matter.

“Daddy was shouting and you were crying.” Emily frowns as if trying to remember. “And something hitted my head.”

Dana nods again, tears now coming to her own eyes. She thought maybe Emily would have forgotten that night. Clearly not. “It was a glass cup, baby. Daddy threw a glass cup and it almost hit you.”

Emily’s eyes widen. “Why? Did I do something wrong? Do I make Daddy angry?”

Dana’s heart breaks a million times over, the gravel currently cutting into her knees didn’t hurt as much as this. She gathers Emily into her embrace.

“No, baby girl…” She breaths in her unique Emily scent. “You don’t make anybody angry. Daddy meant to…” She stops herself. Daddy meant to throw it at me she almost says. “He didn’t mean to throw it at you. But it did get you so that’s why we had to leave.”

“Daddy let’s me have bubbles and ducks in the bath.”

Dana smiles despite having nothing to smile about. How difficult to must be to understand that the Daddy who gives Emily bubbles and ducks is the same Daddy who screamed at Mommy, made her cry, and threw a glass cup.

“I’ll tell you what,” Dana proposes, pulling away and looking at Emily once more. “If you stay with Tara now, when we get our new house, you can have all the bubbles and ducks you want.”

“I want a duck bedroom. Painted yellow. With little ducks like Quacky.”

Dana sniffles, giggling through her tears. “You can have that as well. You can have anything you want.”

Emily smiles, tears and tantrums over. Another tear falls from Dana’s own eyes and Emily reaches forward, wiping one away.

“Don’t cry, Mommy. You can have bubbles and ducks, too.”

In that moment, every single thing Dana has endured feels 100% worth it if it meant Emily got to be here. She pulls Emily back into a hug.

“I love you, baby girl. So, so much.”

“I love you, too, Mommy.”

Dana presses little kisses all over Emily face until the child laughs and squirms away. Then she stands and Emily resumes watching her movie. Dana knocks on Tara’s front door.