#Lovesick Teenagers

[mi555angel]

[zoyssauce]

post-war wolfstar is so fascinating to me. two boys that were friends who cared for each other, sure, but that was all. ordinary teenage boyhood, maybe the odd romantic thought here and there, but easily forgettable. friends. until they weren’t. until sirius was living with remus, almost twenty years after the last time they did. until they were forced to be alone together, and reassess their friendship in a different world as different people.

dear friends that had never existed without the other two. because it was sirius and james, and remus and peter. james fit with them all, peter didn’t fit with any, but who were they to question it? not once did they think they would live a life without them. and they were friends, and they cared for each other, but remus understood peter; the urge to linger quietly, let the louder boys carry the conversation, cling to their words and to their protection. and sirius was james’ other half; he knew him better than anyone else, could finish his sentences before they even escaped his mouth. remus and sirius? they were the leftover puzzle pieces. with enough force, it could work, but it never quite slotted in right.

they had no reason to be close, beyond what living together and having the same set of friends did. sirius was jagged and sharp, sometimes too bright to look at. he could be cruel, mean to hide the hurt inside. his barbs were like lashes, always defensive, always sensitive. remus had never liked it. remus was curved, moulding into whatever they wanted. he was quiet because he believed he had to be, to keep the the friendships he valued the most. he believed he was nothing without his friends, after all. he would always let it slide, always let them get away with anything, and never say a word. sirius had never liked it.

they didn’t quite fit until they were all each other had left. until sirius - angry, loud, cocky sirius - and remus - quiet, bookish, pushover remus - weren’t the boys that left hogwarts. until war and death had their claws in two boys and ruined the people they could have been. until solitude hardened their hearts into mere shades of the bright-eyed boys of 1971.

and sirius, who had always been handsome, suddenly seemed more beautiful when the barbs out of his mouth were protecting a boy with james’ hair and lily’s eyes — when he defended, instead of antagonised. and remus had never been more attractive than in order meetings, still quiet but with steel in his voice because he was not afraid of what it could bring him, not when silence had ruined his friendships in the last war — when he stood his ground, instead of turning away.

they were not the same, not anymore, and yet fit better than they ever had. the puzzle had changed, and their jagged edges lined up perfectly. the lonely werewolf. the azkaban escapee. remus lupin. sirius black. and these odd pieces, left in the dust of war, found each other in the aftermath. sirius had never quite understood remus until he was the one clinging to letters from his godson, locked away like a caged animal. and remus had never understood sirius, not until the injustice made his blood boil, anger seeping from his skin for the crimes against his friend. they were older, slightly wiser, and willing to find each other, trust each other, and love more than they ever had before — because they never knew how much they needed the other until they were gone.

and they loved, they loved so much, until it all came for them too.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Arthur: I'm an awful human being. I'm mean, I'm ugly, I'm the worst person alive, I don't deserve happiness

Arthur's journal: Doodle of a bunny, doodle of a chicken, "hey I found a cool tree!", A♡M, another doodle of a bunny

[w3brot]

[fbfh]

your daughter Rose is obsessed with the cartoon adventures of the gummi bears. Eddie is too, if you're being honest. he's just so over the moon that there's fantasy shows and movies that aren't too scary for kids. if he had to wait until his Rosie posie was older to show her all the wonders of fantasy magic and dungeons and dragons, that would be the longest wait of his life. so while the band is working on corroded coffin's next album, Eddie starts to get an idea. he pulls some strrings and starts working on a super secret surprise, so secret that not even you know what it is. After a few months, Eddie takes the day off. He makes up a mess of popcorn and candy - and of course, gummy bears - and gets you and Rosie settled into your squishy cozy couch together just in time for the new adventures of the gummi bears special. for the next 40 minutes you watch the two part special, "bard day's night". when you see the words in the credits special guest stars, corroded coffin, you scream in excitement. Rosie, who's still learning to read screams right along with you. then again when you read it out loud to her. the second you hear the cords of the cartoon electric lute on screen, you know who's playing. Rose practically tackles Eddie, glued to the screen as she watches his cartoon counterpart and the rest of the animated band get up to all sorts of hijinks and shenanegins right alongside her favorite cartoon characters. at the end, when the gummibears and the magical metal minstrals save the flower fairies, you notice the flower fairy princess with a sparkly rose motif bears a striking resemblance to your little girl, and Rosie notices the flower fairy queen looks just like her mommy.

[alectoperdita]

WIP Wednesday

Got started on a possible fic for Kaiba's birthday. Dunno if I'll finish in time. If I don't, this is probably going to be the best part of it.

Part of the In bed with the mob series, and we're flashing back to when they were teenagers in this snippet.

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The fork sank smoothly into the tip of the cake slice, like a hot knife cutting through butter. Seto lifted the morsel up, and Katsuya's puppy dog eyes trailed its ascent.

"We'll share," Seto declared, pushing the first bite toward his friend.

Katsuya's eyes lit up. "You sure?"

"I insist."

"Nii-san, you spoil Katsu-nii too much," said Mokuba.

Were it in Seto's power, he would spoil Katsuya for the rest of his damn life.

Without an ounce of shame, and why should he have any when they practically grew up attached at the hip, Katsuya leaned forward, lips parting slowly, eyes maintaining unflinching contact, and closed his mouth around the end of the fork still held in Seto's grasp. Seto fought the shudder in his arm. Resisted the urge to chase Katsuya as he drew away and taste the chocolate on his tongue.

"Shit, that's the good stuff," Katsuya groaned.

"Right?" Mokuba jumped in to agree. And Seto was never more glad and more upset for his presence. "I can't remember the last time I ate something this yummy."

"C'mon, give it a try." Katsuya elbowed him.

Seto broke off and scooped up another bite on his fork. Indirect kiss. Indirect kiss, his mind screamed as he brought it to his lips. Katsuya watched him, unblinking, with his mouth still slightly parted, and Seto wondered if he thought the same.

Indirect kiss.

[plathianswift]

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dreams of them

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[z0mba3-g4l]

I'm literally the sweetest girl in town so why isn't he being at least a little mean to me?🎀

[delusionalbutcute]

Oh to be held like a promise, not a burden.

[miss0atae]

In all seriousness, I'm impressed by how bold and confident Mick is. He is never shy when it comes to say out loud how much he likes Ohm. This kid is amazing!

[dollicacies]

Another day alone. I don’t know how much longer I can endure this hollow existence, always watching others find their happiness while I’m left grasping at shadows. It’s so unfair. I’ve waited so long, suffered so much, but still—no one. Why do they get to have love while I wither away in this empty, loveless cage? They must be out there, my soulmate, my perfect other half. I can feel them sometimes, a flicker of hope in the darkest moments. I know they’d understand me, cherish me, even the parts I keep hidden. If I could just find them, everything would be different. I’d never let them go. They’d be mine, and only mine. We’d never be lonely again. But where are they? Why haven’t they come to rescue me from this torment? I don’t know how much longer I can stand it, waiting, aching, yearning for the love I know I deserve. It’s almost unbearable—this desperation clawing at me day after day, night after night. I just want them. I need them.

[acourtofladydeath]

Poly+ ACOTAR Week Day 1: Beginnings

All his life Nyx has been raised by his parents, Rhysand and Feyre, and their mate Tamlin. One day he decides to ask him mom how their bonds snapped and she is more than happy to oblige.

Inspired by the storytelling in "The Princess Bride" and "How I Met Your Mother" this is angsty, fluffy fun.

So excited to kick off the first day of @polyacotarweek with one of my favorite trios, Feytamsand. Start reading below, or read the entire fic on AO3 here!

“Mom!” I shouted through the hall of the River House. It was her day off, which probably meant she was painting. The River House had a state of the art studio for her to work in, but she typically painted wherever inspiration struck. Which means she could be anywhere. 

The house was entirely too large. Something I loved growing up when I wanted to hide, but hated when I needed to find them. Sure, we could mind speak, but once I walked in on my parents having daemati sex, something I literally didn't know existed before then. After that, I refused to communicate that way unless there was an emergency. 

“In here Nyxie!” She called back from the library at the end of the hall. It had a huge window overlooking the Sidra and sunset. Throughout the day light cast through the window, ricocheting through the room. As it traveled it glanced across the wide array of books, some gilded and some plain, painting the floor in its own way. With the kaleidoscope of colors and dancing light, it was one of mom’s favorite spots to paint. Aunt Nes spent most of her time here when she visited, but today it was just mom. 

“What’s up, baby?” Mom said as I walked in. Covered head to toe in paint, she turned to look at me and wiped even more on her apron and one of her mate’s old shirts. Now which one, I wasn’t quite sure. But judging by those giant, billowy sleeves and the gauzy white linen fabric I had a pretty good guess. 

“I’m not a baby anymore,” I scoffed from the doorway. There was no way I’d get any closer to her like this. Last time she hugged me while painting it took three baths to get it all off and my clothes had to be burned. 

“Nyx you are thirteen, you are definitely still my baby. Even a hundred years from now you’ll still be my baby. I’m your mother, that’s how it goes.” She smiled softly at me then, one of those smiles that told me she was thinking about the past and the future all at once. They were my favorites. 

“What did you need? Or did you just want to watch me paint?” My mom asked, slight worry in her eyes. I’d never been great at schooling my expressions like dad was, mom and I had that in common. We both wore our emotions on our sleeves for all to see. 

I sighed, settling in to ask the question that had been gnawing at me for some time now. “One of the kids at school said something today that bothered me,” I rubbed at the muscles in the back of my neck with one hand, my gaze cast down on the floor as I tried to find the right words. 

It took me several long breaths, but mom waited patiently even as I felt her own anxiety build. “They said…” I let out a long sigh, there really was no good way to say this. “They said it’s not fair that I have two High Lords for parents, or for you to have two mates. And it’s not the first time, either.” 

Mom wrung her apron uneasily between her paint streaked hands, her art now completely forgotten as she focused on me. “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this love. We knew people might say things like this, Nyx. I wish I had better answers for you, but the Mother gave your fathers and I each two mates.” She looked up at me with apology in her eyes, something I never intended and didn’t need to hear from her again. “I never wanted it to affect you negatively though.” 

“I know mom, and I know we’ve talked it to death.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “It’s just still a lot, you know?” A thought struck me then. I knew my parents were all mates, I knew they’d met around the time of Amarantha’s reign under the mountain. We’d had a lot of conversations that time so I wasn’t caught off guard if other kids or parents mentioned it, but still…

“How’d you all find out anyway?” 

Mom cocked her head slightly to the side, her brow furrowed just a bit. “What do you mean?”

“How’d you find out you’re all mates? I mean, we’ve talked about the mountain and how you met them, but I’ve never really heard the full story of how your bonds snapped.” 

A secretive smile slid across her face then, and my mom straightened her head toward me. “Would you like to hear the full story? I think you’re old enough now.”

“Only if you promise to spare the gross bits…” I said, internally cringing as the unbidden image of mentally walking in on them flashed through my mind again. Fighting back a shudder at the memory I continued,  "But I am pretty curious.” I smiled slightly, and her own brightened wide enough to light the whole room. 

“Are you too old to sit on mom’s lap for story time? I can change out of my paint clothes first, I know you’ve taken after your dad with how much you care for your clothes.” she asks, humor alight in her words. 

I feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks as I answer. “Definitely too old for sitting on your lap…but maybe not for the couch…” She knew what I meant. When I had bad dreams or hard days at school, sometimes I’d lay on the couch, head in her lap. It felt too juvenile to use the word ‘cuddles’ but I guess that’s what it was. A kid’s allowed to cuddle his mom right? 

A few minutes later, mom was back wearing leggings and one of her favorite sweaters. She sat on the couch next to the big window in the library and patted the seat next to her, warmth filling the space between us. I pushed off the wall from where I stood and went to join her. As I settled in, she began her story. “Alright Nyx, let’s start from the beginning. Here’s the story of how I met your fathers.” 

Continue reading at the first cut on AO3.

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[blacksatindahlia]

when the lines of dreams and real life are blurred and i cannot tell the difference between reality and delusion

[bruciemilf]

Batkids ugly crying watching someone flirt with their dad: 😭

Battinson ugly crying watching someone flirt with his kids: 😭

I think it's so weird for the batkids because they just cannot conceive someone would actually find their emotionally stunted, silent, brooding father attractive.

But they also can't see they're exactly like Bruce, so no one tell then.

[cxndiedvi0lets]

I loved roses because you loved the colour red, and your love was filled with the sweet scent and gentleness of the petals entwined with thorns.

I remembered you loved the colour red, so I wrapped my gentle fingers to the thorns and held the rose closest to my beating heart as I endured the pain of offering your favourite colour.

[lovebeing-a-girl]

Wish I was kissing him while sitting on his lap right now but nvm…