#and from then til the start of the fight he’s so hurt and scared

[cicadaknight]

i so desperately wanted to beat cazador up with my bard’s lute but karlach slam dunked him into the void mid-evil monologue 👉👈

[kisses4tom]

Sooo, since we got Uncle Billy do we now get GirlDad!Tom ?? I’ve looked high and low for a Tom X Reader family story😂😭 your writing is amazing <3

ᡣ𐭩 DADDY TOM

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YAYY FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS!! 😭 I've been dying to write something like this since I have already made an uncle tommy hc! and thank you so much ml 💕

I think we can ALL collectively agree that Tom would be the BEST girl dad, right? 🌚 so the baby will be a little girl!

also I'm gonna make this a teen pregnancy (18), so from the very start up til now!

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when he finds out he would probably freeze for a moment before finally reacting (gotta soak it in yk)

he would be happy but shocked and confused at the same time

scared not to be present enough because of tour and the band

he would always kiss and touch your stomach

he'd cry when hearing the baby's heartbeat to the doctor 🥹🫶🏻

"I want the baby to be healthy, but if I had to guess I think it's a boy" (he 100% wants a girl)

idk I feel like he would call the baby "kleine Prinzessin" (little princess) or "kleiner Soldat" (little soldier) !!

when you go into labor he tries to keep his cool but deep down he's in full panic mode

the first time he met/held her it was like love at first sight for him even if he didn't quite know how to act since he never really had any past experiences with babies

he's very careful and gentle with her

always holding her

he would attack her with tickles to hear her little laugh

kiss attacks also

playing with her all the time

he wouldn't essentially spoil her (that's uncle Billy's job 😉) but he definitely gets her most things because he can't say no to that little face!

likes holding and showing her around: "look who's that in the mirror? it's you!"

definitely hiding her from the media

yet he LOVES talking about her in interviews!

though very very VERY rarely he would bring her out on stage and hold her like mf simba when she was about 1/2

his heart is always full whenever she's around

he would kneel down to talk to her‼️😩

always pushing her stroller or carrying her on his shoulders

don't ask me why but he'd get into play fights with her at the dinner table 😭 (especially when she's still learning to talk so she's speaking gibberish 😭)

he loves to take her baths and put fun toys in the tub

finds her extremely adorable in everything she wears

he'd give her his yellow dog plushie‼️😭 currently sobbing

I feel like he would try his best to let the baby's first word be "papa" 😭

when she's older he would start being more himself (so talk about things freely and make dirty jokes all the time)

he's not a regular dad, he's a cool dad! 😏 (please get the reference 😭)

he'd give her the talk 🫢🐝

he would pick her up in weird ways and make her laugh (like upside down etc lmfao ����)

would let her do his hair but not his make-up

like I said in my uncle Tommy hc, i feel like he would love to play with the toy kitchen for some reason idk 💀

he's the overprotective girl dad FOR SURE (AND ITS THE HOTTEST AND CUTEST THING IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE)

he'd go down the slide with her 😭

at lunch/dinner he would always sit next to her

looooves when she's at their concerts and would ask Bill to dedicate her a song (especially her favorite)

he'd definitely write her a song too

he would make her try to eat a lemon 😭🍋

it's important to him that she has a good bond with her uncle Bill and the boys too! (uncle Georg and uncle Gustav 🥹)

"Y/n she looks more like me than you, gotta be honest"

he would give her what he didn't have growing up (if you read Bill's book, like I have, you'll know)

he wouldn't let anybody hurt or say anything wrong about her

hype man fr

high-key a very chill and permissive dad

he would make sure she knows her worth and to always be herself, without listening to what others say

always saying that she's the better copy of him

since he had her young, people (maybe even teachers at parent teacher conferences) mistake him for her brother and it's needless to say that he's very flattered while his daughter is just like 😐

they have a great bond

LITTLE FUN FACT‼️ Tom said in his podcast that if he ever has a daughter then his dream is to name her Nala like in the lion king movie 🤭😭 crying rivers rn part 2

your daughter tags along on tours, especially because it's very important for Tom and she loves it (idk if I already said this but oh well lmfaoo)

I have a feeling almost all her friends have a crush on Tom (i know i would 😋)

Tom is such a basic dad istg, he does bbq every sunday

if y'all ever become parents a second time then he would definitely have a happier reaction than the first one, yet he would be scared to take care of two little creatures~

his fans always ask about her during meet and greets and give her little presents, which he appreciates a lot

your daughter is pretty much popular in the entire fanbase you guys have and is considered a "lucky charm" from the band

Tom would give her the longest and most comforting hugs known to mankind

he'd make her a memory book with Bill 😭

and he'd give her some old goodies of his!

like some of his old clothes, hats, glasses etc..

overall he's the best dad and UGHHFHSJENF I cry just thinking about him not having any biological children :(

i hope you enjoyed this !! 💕 (also i apologize for any spelling mistakes but your girl over here is too lazy to re-read 🤪 love y'aaaallll)

[playmiya]

chapter three: world is a fuck previous ⎯ masterlist ⎯ next

Atsumu's running one hand through his hair and shoving the mask in his bag with another has he sprints up the stairs of Otsuka.

One of the newer, nicer dorms of the Uni, he almost feels jealous of his building, characterised by its old architecture and patchy Wi-Fi. His knee hurts from where the thief from earlier managed to land a kick, but he pushes on, wiping away blood from a stray cut on his cheek and hoping it's not a deep wound.

He throws the door open to the common room, surprisingly empty at 8PM on a Tuesday, to see your figure intensely taping your knuckles as you wince. Your eyes flit up to his, and you fumble with the tape until it stretches into a long line, hanging from your hand. You gaze at the cut on his cheek, and he stares at your hand til he clears his throat.

"My cat knocked over a bowl."

"My dog's got way too much energy."

You giggle, and he laughs, feeling more comfortable as he drops his backpack at the door and moves closer to the couch you were lazing on.

"You must be Atsumu," you say, offering him your free hand, which he takes. "And you're [Name]?", he asks, giving you a once over. He can't help but appreciatively admire you, which doesn't go unnoticed.

"Are you seriously checking me out right now?", you gasp, wrangling your hand from his. He falls into his witty, charming ways almost immediately.

"If art's staring right at ya, would ya not admire it?", he drawls, and you roll your eyes in mock annoyance, unable to hide the way your lips quirk up in amusement, despite the cringe.

"You must say that to every girl you meet. A little bird tells me that you meet a lot," you speak, settling into the couch as he pulls up a chair in front of you.

"I didn't know this was an interview into my personal life," Atsumu responds in faux shock, pleasantly surprised by your directness.

"Well, that's really what's getting the views for us, isn't it?", you say, flipping your moleskin notebook open and clicking your glittery pink pen.

"I'm being objectified and I don't like it," Atsumu jokes and you make a laugh, scrunching your nose in the process.

"And no, I don't. Say that to every girl I meet. Just to sassy editors that bite back," he adds, and you have to fight the weird feeling in your stomach to continue this interview in a more ... professional manner.

Clearing your throat, you ask him if he's ready to be recorded, and after his assent, you start.

"Okay, rapid-fire questions now. Please answer with the first thing that comes to mind." He shoots you a thumbs up.

"Greatest accomplishment?"

"So far? Repping Japan at the U19 Worlds."

"What are you grateful for?"

"Myself", he smirks, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

"Dream dinner guest?"

"Myself 20 years from now. To see if I've made it."

"Do you want to be famous?"

"I already am."

"Current concern?"

Washing the blood out of my suit. "If my roommate left me any dinner."

"What song did you last listen to?"

"2 soon by keshi."

"What's a secret skill that you have?"

I can shoot webs from my wrists! "I'm really good at skincare."

"Okay," you murmur, scribbling as he spoke. He feels like peering over and reading what you wrote. "Longer questions now."

"How do you manage your time between being a student and an athlete, as well as enjoying campus life?"

I don't, is what he wants to say. He barely hangs on by a thread — or a web, if you will — taking each day as it comes and knowing that as Spider-Man, he'll always need to have excuses up his sleeve to run from one commitment to another. Instead, he blabs about schedules and planning and using Notion, which in reality scares the shit out of him.

"What do you think about the current competition in the volleyball circuit? Are there any players who you think could bump you down the rankings at the draft?"

"Everyone's good," he says slowly, considering his words, and then a lazy smirk settles on his face. "But I'm the best."

"Riiight," you intone, writing something down. "You do know this is being published?", you add, and he hums. "I said what I said."

"What are your opinions on the current safety concerns on-campus?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I still gotta do what I gotta do. We got Spider-Man. He'll protect us."

You raise an eyebrow. "All the time? Don't you think we should take matters into our own hands?"

Atsumu's taken aback by your response. He knows reactions towards Spider-Man are extreme; some hate him, while others love him, but this is new.

"Has he ever let us down?"

"Well, yeah. He let a Five Guys get absolutely demolished by Electro last week, Rhino ran through a block in May, and everyone knows about Tokyo tower—"

He has to hide the burn in his cheeks from the embarrassment of Tokyo Tower, remembering the humiliation of that evening. "Yeah, well, some may say he was trying to protect everyone from heart attacks by letting that Five Guys get destroyed, and that Rhino thing was just police negligence if you think about it," he protests, and you scowl.

"He's a good hero, sure, but not the hero. We need more than just one guy swinging around to keep Tokyo safe."

He's about to open his mouth when he feels the hair on his arm raise, and that awful feeling of something cold creeping up his spine settle into his bones. His phone beeps with an alert, and he sees Osamu's text flash across the screen. Fire in a mall nearby. Suspected work of an arsonist.

He doesn't notice your phone light up, and Yachi sending you the screenshot of a headline along with a location, and the way you begin squirming in your seat, wanting nothing more to finish this interview now.

Atsumu beats you to it, making the worst excuse he's possibly ever come up with.

"I'm having an attack of explosive diahhrea."

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If it's the last time forever

PAIRING: Draco x fem reader

SUMMARY: it wasn't ever supposed to be more than a few nights together but a few nights can lead to three words that can ruin everything

WORD COUNT: 1'243

WARNING: mentions of sex, angst, some poetry I wrote in between

UNIVERSE: harry potter

A/N: hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been as active, adult life is kicking my ass right now, anyway I have a request similar to this so I'm thinking I'll make that part 2

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

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Draco knew what this time meant. He'd come to your door around this hour many times but this time it felt more weighted, like what was behind it was his two way answer for life and choosing the wrong answer would ruin everything, he didn't like this feeling. It was suffocating, wrapping his heart in rope and pulling at it till it bled and left sores; but this wasn't supposed to feel that way and it hadn't always.

It was just sex, it had been for months and that's how it was supposed to stay but going into this he knew the risk of touching, seeing, and breathing you in.

That's what started this in the first place.

He'd wanted you but not like this, not before at least. In the beginning he wanted you to himself for pleasure and pleasure only. He didn't like the thought of sharing what he touched and you were his, just for a night; but after a while it wasn't just a quick leave and enter…

The words that were whispered in a breath, the touches that gripped tighter, and the positions went from just feeling to seeing.

The need to see your eyes, the need to feel your lips.

you'd both broken the rules all because sex gave way for feelings and they were clearly there with every movement but neither of you let the words that would change it all slip…

That's where it got intense, that was the hold back that was the brick of ice on waves of water.

As you opened the door you didn't even meet his eyes, and in the beginning that was how it was supposed to be but now it hurts not seeing them look hopeful and excited to see him.

He only sighed as he looked you over while you fidgeted with your fingers. you were so beautiful so perfect to him, something written out of his own diary…

"We need to stop this," you rushed the words out like they were hot on your tongue and he had to admit they stung.

"I- fine" he said, kicking his raw emotions down the steps and watching them tumble.

"Why can't you just say it, do I really mean nothing to you? are you not even gonna try to change my mind!?" You shouted, cracks in your voice making way for your tears to fall and shaking like you'd cave.

"ricochet, ricochet my love… don't fall apart because of me."

"Say what?! That I want this!" He snapped, still fighting back the part of him that wanted more.

"you won't even fight for us, it's like you're heartless!" You say, pointing at him and every breath sucked in like there's not enough air to breathe.

"Can I hold you close, caress your skin, til you can breathe once again? I am the wave beneath your boat, I know how well you float…"

he wanted to tell you that it wasn't true, that he'd been thinking about you when he wasn't here. that he'd been distracted because he needed to be near you to focus. That every time he said possessive things in your ear he meant it but…he wasn't going to.

"I'd tell you something in French because it's pretty, but I can't speak it. My darling, my love. it's hard to be romantic when you're choking on food"

he wasn't sure why but all this scared him, maybe it was because he was in a position that put you in danger or maybe he was afraid of what this all meant but seeing you cry like this dropped his heart Into in stomach breaking it into pieces. He never wanted to be the source of your pain, he only wanted to make everything better but here he was breaking your heart because he was scared.

"Don't cry, please don't cry. I swear I tried but I fuck up sometimes. This isn't an excuse, my pretty muse. I'm an asshole and I know it's true but I sure do give a fuck about you"

"Are you ashamed? Is that it? Does being in love with Harry Potter's sister bother you that much? No, you're a coward. you don't want others to see you with me!"

Your words were full of rage and he deserved it but this was how it had to be, to much was what it would cost and because he hadn't really experienced love he was sure it was worth the risk but he also didn't want it to end like this but telling you otherwise would light a fire in you with hope so he lied.

"yes! I'm afraid I'll look like less if I'm with you!" He said and it sounded like a script he'd rehearsed but it did the job because you felt like a bullet went through you, you were bleeding out, possibly dying.

"Say it isn't true. I'm pulling the rope because I'm in love with you. Be the one to pull it back, fight for what I tried to push back. I won't last long your love gives me a heart attack"

"Get out! And don't even come back again, I never want to see you again, don't speak to me ever again!!" You shouted slamming the door in his face and just like that it was over.

He had to hide his pain as he walked away. He didn't need people to know he was seeing you in the first place. He could hear his father now, picture all the danger this one relationship could be.

He knew if others found out they'd have a field day with the knowledge that draco malfoy was with potter's sister. Word would travel fast like fire on grass, one blade catching and passing along until the whole field burned and that would mean the other death eaters would know. then they'd force him to say where Harry was or worse tell him to trick you into trusting him enough so he could get closer to harry and then they'd want him to kill him.

He couldn't do that to you, he wouldn't.

As time went by his days seemed to be darker than before, much darker and colder than his home.

He didn't like not seeing you anymore, not breathing your air, not meeting your eyes that held a light pulling him and taking him away from all of this.

He wished it was different, pictured a life where he wasn't who he was. Just an ordinary boy without complications but maybe then none of this would have happened, there may not have ever been a him and you.

It made his heart heavy and put a pit in his belly and his throat felt closed and empty. Were you worth it? Were you worth changing everything… he knew you were but he was still just Draco Malfoy and he knew deep down that what happened between you would be the last time forever…

Or maybe it wouldn't

"I can kiss a million roses and forget which one but the reds all stay the same like our love with a claw. I've never been scared of bears because I've never seen them maul but now I know they do have claws, scratching at our love like we've attacked them all. fear not my love, it's not the end for hearts can heal again and roses may grow with new stems…"

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[colins-bridgerton]

penelope & colin playlist

a year ago by james arthur

i wish it was a year ago i wish that i could hold you close now i'm driving past your house, i know the lights are on, you're not alone i wonder if you're making eyes i wonder if he loves you like the way you said that only i could do i wish that i could tell you that I miss you

ghost of you by seconds of summer

too young, too dumb to know things like love too young, too dumb to I drown it out like I always do dancing through our house with the ghost of you and i chase it down with a shot of truth that my feet don't dance like they did with you

far away by nickleback

i wanted you to stay 'cause i needed i need to hear you say that i love you i loved you all along and I forgive you for being away for far too long so keep breathing 'cause i'm not leaving you anymore believe it hold on to me, and never let me go

oceans by seafret

it feels like there's oceans between you and me once again we hide our emotions Under the surface and try to pretend but it feels like there's oceans between you and me i want you i want you and i always will it feels like there's oceans between you and me

give me a minute by the coronas

and i can't remember how we got so wrapped up in it hold on i'm not finished just give me a minute i'm not finished and if you don't mind i can live with it just a minute i'm not finished would you be so kind just to forgive it

can i be him by james arthur

i heard there was someone but i know he don't deserve you if you were mine i'd never let anyone hurt you no no I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips It's all that I've been thinking about 'cause a light came on when i heard that song and i want you to sing it again i swear that every word you sing you wrote them for me like it was a private show

before by ulrik munther

before we burn each other up before we lose our minds before i'm not enough for you baby I need some time before you break my heart oh before we need to talk before it even starts i mean i'm sorry i didn't call

you're loosing me by taylor swift

how long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party (you're losin' me) andi wouldn't marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her and i'm fadin', thinkin' "do something, babe, say something" (say something) "lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "choose something, babe, i got nothing" (i got nothing) "to believe, unless you're choosin' me"

deep end by birdy

i don't know if you mean everything to me and I wonder, can i give you what you need? don't want to find i've lost it all too scared to have no one to call so can we just pretend that we're not falling into the deep end?

love me or leave me by little mix

and love me baby please cause i could still be the only one you need the only one close enough to feel you breathe yeah I could still be that place where you run Instead of the one that you're running from, ooh you, can take this heart heal it or break it all apart no, this isn't fair love me or leave me here

cross your mind by calum scott

tell me, do i ever cross your mind? do i ever keep you up at night? thinking 'bout what coulda been if we did it all again i've been trying to keep an open door even though you've got the locks on yours tell me even after all of this time do i ever cross your mind like you cross mine? do i?

wrong direction by hailee steinfeld

loved me with your worst intentions didn't even stop to question every time you burned me down don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven loved me with your worst intentions painted us a happy ending every time you burned me down don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven and it's so gut-wrenchin' fallin' in the wrong direction

loves you like i coudn't do by dunacan laurence

i hope you find that someone who'll love you and it feels like all that you wanted thought it would last if we just kept running we played our hand, now we're left with nothing hope you find that someone who'll hold you In a way that i always wanted to a hundred shots, but we kept on missing there's no regrets, 'cause we tried, my love I hope you find that someone who loves you like i couldn't do

a little bit yours by jp saxe

you found someone new, before me and you didn't try nearly as hard and maybe that's the problem i don't know how to take it away from you without giving someone else my heart all I do Is get over you and i'm still so bad at it i let myself want you i let myself try i let myself fall back into your eyes i let myself want you i let myself hope i let myself feel things i know that you don't you're not mine anymore but I'm still a little bit yours

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Book Thoughts: Ellen and Oscar

Re-reading RWRB and thinking about Oscar and Ellen. The thing is book Ellen and Oscar's relationship scares me because it's like the worst-case scenario of my own parents (they're a lot better now but covid was hell) So I understand it.

Ellen and Oscar are soulmates. As in they are both intelligent, stubborn and headstrong. They are very similar people. Unfortunately this is a case where it's like forcefully pushing two North ends of a magnet together: Ellen in particular wants and needs a complimentary relationship instead of collaborative relationship, which is why Leo works for her: Leo is meek compared to Oscar. He really just listens and generally agrees with Ellen. His appearances are limited in the book but when he does show up he doesn't really have his own opinion. Ellen wants/needs someone who won't speak up against her.

Honestly? I, kinda feel sad for Oscar. He said it himself, "We're both too fucking proud. But God, that woman. Your mother is, without question, the love of my life. I'll never love anyone else like that." It's sad to know that he never stopped loving Ellen while vice versa isn't true, and to know that she's it for Oscar.

When it comes to parenting I honestly think Oscar is the better parent. It was really shitty of him to leave without telling Alex and June and that evidently really hurt Alex til this day, but when it comes to the other parent things? I was re-reading/listening to Chapter Four today when he goes to DC for Christmas, and both Alex and June are so much more comfortable with him. Part of that is probably because he doesn't carry the inherent pressure of being the fucking president, but part of it is that he really cares about his kids as they are. Ellen downplays June's passion for journalism and pressures her into a political job that she didn't want at all, while Oscar "raved about June's latest blog post for The Atlantic". Ellen immediately started piling up all the political consequences of firstprince literally minutes after Alex plucked up the courage to come out to her while Oscar gave him relationship advice. This isn't to say Ellen isn't a good mother, she is flawed, as Oscar is, as all parents are. But if we're looking at non-crisis moments, Oscar's actions are more comfortable for his children.

There's a reason June initially wanted to go to California and be close to her dad. Yesterday I talked a little about how I hated how Ellen and Alex treated June at the earlier chapters of the book. Well in the rest of the book it's implied that she has a much closer relationship with Oscar, jumping into his arms when he arrives at the White House, him picking her up and spinning her when they arrive at the lakehouse.

Either way, Ellen and Oscar clash becasue they're too alike, and my opinion is that Ellen tends to fan the flames more, see Christmas dinner where Oscar suggests campaigning with them to help and she immediately shoots it down with "you can't be serious". Anyways, the children suffer the most. And uh, speaking from experience here, that shit never goes away. My parents are still together and are a lot better compared to the past, but I flinch at any sound of argument/angry yelling because of all of their fighting.

And there's this one paragraph in the book: "Even before Alex's parents split, they both had a habit of calling him by the other's last name when he exhibited a particular trait. They still do. When he runs his mouth off to the press, his mom called him into her office and says ' get your shit together Diaz.' When his hard-headedness gets him stuck, his dad texts him, 'Let it go, Claremont'" and God that's so shitty? To know, to be reminded that one parent hates the part of you that is from the other parent. Even if that's not what Ellen and Oscar's intention is, that's what it feels like, and it's really, fucking, shitty.

I wonder how would book Alex feel if he know that there was an alternative universe out there where his family was functional. I wonder how would he feel if he knew that movie Alex doesn't have his loving sister, but has loving, gentle parents who have a healthy, functional relationship.

My guess, is that he would say that he'd choose his life and his sister no matter what, and he means it because he does love June, but deep down a part of him would be jealous of movie Alex for having a smaller but healthier and happier family.

[elisysd]

5. We'll talk, then we'll cry, then we'll laugh 'til we're done

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Chapter soundtrack: TRUSTFALL - P!nk

Behind a Haas. Never in his career would he have ever thought he would end up behind a Haas. Not that he thought it was a bad team, he truly thought that both Kevin and Nico were fighting the best they could with the car they had. But struggling this much, in a car that was supposed to fight for wins, against one that was the worst of the grid hurt. It wounded his ego and the questions he had already answered hadn’t helped to ease the blow. So, seeing you, adjusting something on your microphone as you were talking quickly with a Spanish journalist, made him sigh. He was dreading your questions as usual but, a part of him was hoping that the chat you had a few days ago and your confessions had improved your relationship. He hoped that it changed something. He hoped he hadn’t been the only one to feel it. As he walked to you, he first noticed your apologetic and empathetic smile. 

“What a weekend for you Charles. Could you tell us more about what happened?”

“I don’t know, really. I feel like I’m repeating myself each weekend but… we have to truly sit and talk about the car and what we can do to improve because we can’t keep going like that. I had no feeling with the car, I was struggling in each corner. Truly one of the most painful races in my career.”

“Do you have any hopes for the situation to improve?”

“Thankfully, Fred already managed to build up a strong team spirit. We can all talk freely, that’s something that was seriously lacking before, so I trust Fred. We will bounce back and come back stronger.”

“Thank you, Charles.”

Getting out of the media pen, he was in a better mood than when he got in. It had felt nice to talk with you, even briefly and if Silvia had not pushed him to leave, he would have stayed. Your gentle smile had calmed him down. He shook his head, suddenly feeling very stupid. Now was not the time to start to develop a crush on you. He would only make a fool of himself, knowing perfectly that you would never reciprocate whatever feelings he could have. He breathed in and breathed out the hot hair of Florida before Silvia told him that he had to hurry to not be late for the meeting. He couldn’t wait to get inside, at least there would be AC. But he wasn’t excited for the meeting ahead. He knew it would be a long one. Fighting with a Haas was not supposed to happen in any way, shape or form. 

You were coming out of your post race debrief as the air felt cooler on your skin. You were tired. It had been a very stressful weekend between the race preparation and your nerve wracking interview with Charles. It had left you emotionally empty. Luc was a tough subject. One you hated talking about. You hadn’t much if you were honest. You had kept it bottled out inside of you, hoping that by not mentioning it, it would be easier to let yourself heal. It was stupid. And you were only seeing it now. You hadn’t been fair to Charles. He didn’t deserve it. And still, he had not judged you when you had explained what had happened to Luc. It felt good. But quickly, you felt scared. By talking about your grief, you felt a little lighter as if it was freeing you. But you didn’t want to be free. You didn’t deserve it. You wanted to keep Luc’s memory alive within yourself. You didn’t want to let go. You didn’t want to let him go. You didn’t want to forget him. And talking to Charles felt like it. You shook your head, trying to get a grip and decided to wander the paddock, fishing for information. That was what you loved to do. It was quite easy, you were just walking from one end of the paddock to the other, trying to see if people were available for a little chat. You were doing that a few times. That was kind of like your working out routine on race weekend. It was how you would get little insides from the teams, new and useful information.  

Though, you were a bit hungry. You hadn’t had the occasion to eat lately, busy with everything that was happening around you. A few biscuits here and there had made their way to your stomach but that was all. You could feel a migraine coming and with the sun still high in the sky and the air still hot overall, your visions start to blur. You barely had time to lean against a motorhome wall when you felt two strong hands grabbing your shoulders and a voice that was feeling so far away from your ears. You felt yourself being forced to sit down on the ground as the voice screamed for water. You felt the tip of the bottle against your lips as the fresh liquid was being poured into your throat. It didn’t take long before you started to feel better and that’s when you saw a red cap and two blue green eyes worryingly looking at you. 

“Nothing good ever comes out of Miami.” you mumbled sheepishly, feeling your cheeks redden. 

“That’s something I can agree with you.” the monegasque replied.

You tried to get up and stumbled. If it weren't for Charles' quick instincts, your face would have met the ground. His hands around your waist, your face close to his chest and his eyes intently looking at you made you feel suddenly very conscious of your surroundings. Trying to avoid his intense gaze on you, you tried to search for a diversion, anything that could break the intimacy of the moment. 

“Nice pants.” you ended up saying. 

“Yeah? One of my friends is a designer. He gifted them to me. They stand out, I wasn’t sure at first but…”

“It was sarcastic.” you cut him. 

“Oh.”

“You make questionable choices in every aspect of your life as it seems.”

“Come on, they are not that bad.” he defended himself.

“You’re right. They are worse.” you chuckled, making Charles do it as well. 

“I will blame the heat. You don’t know what you are saying.” he softly smiled. 

As you were about to leave him to go back to your hotel you felt him next to you. 

“Let me give you a ride. I would feel better knowing you made it home safely.”

“You don’t need to act like a knight in his shiny Ferrari, you know.”

“I would feel responsible if something was happening to you.”

“I’m a big girl.”

“A big girl who faints when there is a little sun outside.” he teased you.

“I don’t want people to see us together. I don’t want anyone to imagine that something is going on between us.”

“Do you trust me?” he asked. 

“No.”

“Well, you will have to because I’m not letting you walk away alone.”

You were about to reply when he took your hand in his and forced you to follow him.

“I promised I would show you that some people are decent human beings. This is me proving it to you. Accept it.”

Reaching the hotel, you still look awfully pale and you didn’t even try to argue when Charles told you he wouldn’t leave your side until he was sure you would be okay on your own. You found it stupid but you were so tired you didn’t send him away. It would have been useless anyway.

“You know,” you began arriving in front of your door, “ I can manage from there. I’m going to order room service, take a shower and work a little…”

“Not even in your wildest dreams. You won’t work after almost fainting. You are going to rest.”

You glared at him. Who was he to try patronizing you?

“I’m going to do whatever the hell I want after crossing this door. I don’t even know why you even think you can allow me to do stuff or not. You won’t be there to watch over me.” you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Do you want to test me?” he replied in the same tone as you. 

“What if I do?”

Quickly he snatched the card from your room, hanging loosely between your fingers and threw you over his shoulder as he unlocked the room and walked in. You didn’t even have the time to protest as you were already sitting on your bed as he poured a glass of water from your carafe. He didn’t even ask you before ordering two burgers with double portions of fries for you from the phone. 

“You are truly something else, Leclerc.” 

“I know.”

“Very humble with that.” 

He laughed, making you roll your eyes, slightly annoyed. Understanding he wouldn’t go anywhere, you decided to still work on what you had planned. You took your laptop out of your bag and opened it on a blank document on which you typed Imola 2023. You prepared a few documents like the race recaps, the track history and started to write some notes and highlight the parts you deemed useful. You could hear Charles muffles and his breath down your neck as you turned around, your left hand closing your laptop. You both stared at each other, waiting for the other one to flinch and give up. 

“I said no work for you.” 

“You’re not my boss.” you replied. 

“I might not be him, but I’m sure Jean would be exhilarated to know that a member of his team fainted in the paddock because she doesn’t know how to take care of herself.”

“I didn’t faint.” you corrected him, gritting your teeth together. 

“Thanks to me. Listen, there is a little break before Imola, you can rest. You don’t have to work right now.”

“I feel fine! And I want to prepare some stuff now. I have the weekend in mind, I’m in the mood to work and I surely didn’t ask for your opinion on that. You can leave, I’ve never asked you to stay.”

“Maybe you didn’t but I want to.” he argued. 

“You’re so annoying!”

“Great, so now you know what it feels like whenever I look at you!”

You hissed and turned your back at him. Maybe if you ignored him, he would leave you alone. As you opened your laptop again, it was closed almost immediately by his hand and you barely had time to process the situation that he took it away from you.

“That’s it! I’m calling the security!” 

You didn’t have time to do so as someone knocked at your door and as if he owned the room, Charles went to open it, said a few words that you could barely make out and came back, the trail of food in front of him. 

“I don’t want to fight…” he sighed. “Let’s make peace around two very greasy burgers.”

“Is that allowed in your diet?” you arched an eyebrow. 

“Will you release an article about me not following it properly?”

You shook your head in his direction. 

“Then we are good. And after this disastrous weekend, I think I deserve a treat.” he told you before taking a huge mouthful. A little bit more shyly than him, you did the same. 

Surprisingly, he was easy to talk to. You talk about many things, the sport's history and he tells you how much he loved Senna and how much he meant to him. He talked about his brothers, his friends and how one of his best friends was the dad to an adorable daughter whom he loved very much. He even was keen on showing you pictures of her. He talked about his life with such ease that it threw you off. He didn’t really know you but yet he trusted you with so many private parts of his life. He felt like an old friend, someone you had met in another life. You were not one to believe in soulmates but yet, he could make you change your mind. Maybe in a past life you were friends. Maybe in a past life you wouldn’t have made all the mistakes you made in this one. Maybe in another life, you had a family. 

You started to feel emotional and he noticed it. 

“Anyway… what about you?”

“What about me?” you repeated. 

“Tell me something about you.”

You sighed. You were much more at ease with making people talk about themselves than you were with talking about your life. 

“What do you want to know?”

“Anything. Why is your job that important to you? To the point that you don’t even want to be my friend…”

You gulped, fidgeting with your napkin. 

“That's all I have left. My parents don’t talk to me, my best friend has her own life, I travel most of the time, you know how it is. My job is the only constant in my life, the one thing that truly makes me happy. I’m alone. And it’s fine. I’m not saying that for you to pity me. I made peace with it. I’m alone, it’s a fact.”

“Having a good support system is so important for me, it helps me, it grounds me. I’m sorry you don’t have that.”

“You don’t have to. I’m fine, you know.” you smiled. 

He scooted closer to you, snatching fries on your plate making you whine in protest.

“So, you studied journalism.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“How was it?”

“Fun. Tiring. I spent a year in New York to study there. I used to cover the Yankees’ games and the Knicks’. It’s fun how it had nothing to do with F1. I was supposed to meet an old friend there in the next few days.”

“No way!” Charles laughed. “That’s a funny coincidence, I’m going to New York for a few days as well and I’m invited to the Yankees’ game!”

It made you laugh as well involuntarily. That’s too big of a coincidence for you to keep your poker face. It seemed life had decided to play you by throwing Charles in every aspect of your life. 

“I didn’t take you for a baseball fan.”

“I’m not. But I like to discover new things. It will be fun, I’m taking my brothers with me.”

“I could teach you a thing or two about the sport if you’d like.”

You didn’t know why you said that and from the look on his face, he wasn’t expecting it either. There was silence. Uncomfortable. You checked the time and stood up, almost running to your suitcase, pretending to look for something as you’re unable to look him in the eyes. 

“It’s… it’s late and I have an early flight tomorrow. Not that I’m forcing you to leave but…” you stuttered. 

“You need to sleep. It’s okay, I understand and you’re right it’s late.”

You could see in his eyes that you hurt him. You didn’t mean to, of course, deep down you truly appreciated what he had done for you today. He cared and it had been such a long time since someone cared for you that you didn’t know how to take it. You closed your eyes and breathed in before getting up and looking at him. 

“Thank you. For today. I haven’t told you and I’m feeling so ungrateful when you went out of your way to make sure I was okay. I haven’t been the nicest and you didn’t deserve it. You’re a good guy. Maybe you were right, there are still decent men out there.”

He smiled at you and took a step towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder. That was the first time he had ever been that close to you, willingly. No accident, no fainting, just a calm and steady comforting hand on your skin. You shivered and felt your cheeks getting hot. If he noticed it, he didn’t comment on it. 

“Maybe you don’t want to be my friend but I want you to be mine. And I’m always there for my friends. Whether they like it or not.” he chuckled. 

“Why?” you whispered. 

“Because you look like you need one. And I like lost causes. I’m a Ferrari driver after all.”

That time you laughed. A real, big and loud laugh. It made him smile wide. You shook your head, punching him lightly on his chest. You went with him to your door and as you opened it, you both jumped noticing Marion in front of you. She was as surprised as you were. Her eyes darted between Charles and you, making you both uncomfortable. You could already guess what was going inside her mind. Charles sent you an apologetic look and avoided Marion as he left you alone. 

“Marion, I swear it’s not what you might think it is.” you rushed to explain. 

“Y/N. I don’t care. I really don’t. I won’t judge. I know how tempting it can be, just be careful. If you want to play with fire, you will get burned. These guys are pure gasoline on dry wood under a heatwave. One small ray of sun on it and it’s wildfire spreading for weeks.”

“You don’t have to worry. Nothing happened, nothing is happening and nothing will ever happen between Charles and I.” you stated. 

But for an unknown reason, you had a hard time believing in your words. 

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Dreamboat Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight.  Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted.  While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner.  Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option.  Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise.  

Warnings:  mentions of violence, war, unwanted advances, graphic imaging, eventual smut

*Y/N/N= your nick name

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In the late summer of 1939 Y/N, her brother Steve, and Steve’s best friend Bucky made the long journey from New York to Oregon.  They loved New York, but the area they’d lived in all their lives was becoming more dangerous.  One day after Y/N came home from work at the midwife house she was nearly caught up in a fire fight between the Mafia and a rival gang.  Bucky had thankfully gotten her out of there on his way home from his factory job, but it was enough to scare Steve into convincing them to leave.  Y/N and Bucky were the only family he had left, and he wasn’t willing to lose them to people and situations they had nothing to do with.

They settled in Astoria, Oregon, next to the Columbia River.  Bucky and Steve got jobs at the local brewery that was a booming industry in the area, and Y/N found a new job as a midwife at the local hospital.  They shared a small house together and tried to restart.  Then a short time later, World War II broke out.  Steve felt a moral obligation to serve, but wasn’t in any shape to be able to do so.  Bucky on the other hand was drafted.  The day he left was one of the hardest days of their lives.

“You come back, you hear me?” Y/N said as she hugged him tight.  “Don’t be a hero.  Just come home.”

Bucky chuckled as he hugged her back, his face nestled into the crook of her neck.  “Yes ma’am,” he replied as he pulled away just slightly to look at her.  He seemed to try to memorize her, his eyes flitting across her face.  “Be safe and don’t cause any trouble.”

“It’s not my fault trouble likes to follow me,” Y/N frowned playfully.  She cupped his face and stared at him for another moment before letting him go and stepping away.

“Ah come on, babydoll, don’t I get a goodbye kiss at least?” he teased, his signature smirk lighting up his face.

Y/N rolled her eyes but stepped back toward him, bringing his face close and kissing his cheek.  “There, you dreamboat,” she teased back.

Bucky whined disappointedly.  “When I come back, you owe me a proper kiss.”

“You seem very sure of yourself,” Steve said, walking back from the train station counter.  “Quit tryna get with my sister, you flirt.”

Bucky arched an eyebrow at Y/N and laughed as he hugged Steve.  “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“How can I?” Steve asked as he held him.  “You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

Bucky scoffed as he pulled away and clapped Steve’s shoulder.  “Punk.”

“Jerk,” Steve said, clapping his shoulder back.  They pulled apart and stared at each other for a moment before Bucky sighed and turned away.  He grabbed his bag and looked at them one more time.  

“I’m with you,” he started.

“Til the end of the line,” Steve and Y/N answered him.

Bucky nodded with a sad smile, gave them a salute then turned and walked to the train just as it whistled.  Y/N and Steve stayed, watching him get settled into a seat through the windows.  As the train started to move Bucky looked out the window at them.  Y/N waved as tears started to stream down her face.  As much as she and Bucky bugged each other through the years, she cared about him and loved him as family.  He’d always been a constant in their lives.  Bucky winked at them and waved as the train pulled away.  

When he was out of sight Y/N turned and hugged Steve, who started crying as well, sobbing against his shoulder.  “He’ll be okay,” Steve said, sniffling quickly as he rubbed Y/N’s back.  “He’ll come back.”

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As much as Y/N loved Astoria and her job, trouble found her again and she had unfortunately become the fixation of the local bar owner, Justin Hammer.  Y/N had met him while she was making a house call to a pregnant woman who lived above his bar.  He had been kind, at first, but quickly became overly flirtatious.  He had a reputation for being pushy and manipulative with women, and she had no interest in courting for the time being.  Even after the woman gave birth and Y/N didn’t have a need to go near the bar anymore, she seemed to run into him all over town.  Steve tried to be a barrier whenever she was out with him, but Justin was overbearing and good with his words, twisting the conversation back to Y/N repeatedly until she would abruptly end it and literally drag Steve away to their next destination.

“God, what an ass,” Steve grumbled after another day where they’d ran into him on the street.  “I think he’s following you, Y/N.”

“I know,” she replied.  “I feel like I’m being watched all the time.”  It was probably true, she thought.  Justin had connections with people all over the city due to his bar being the most popular.  He could learn almost anything about anybody with the right cocktail mixture.

In the winter of 1943 Steve was shockingly drafted into a division of the army neither of them had ever heard of.  S.H.I.E.L.D. was creating an experimental group of soldiers and due to Steve’s previous applications thought he would be a good fit.  

“I have to do this, Y/N/N,” Steve said as he packed a bag.  

“Steve, please,” Y/N said, following him around the house.  “You can’t leave me here alone.  Bucky’s not back yet, and we haven’t heard from him in months.  We have no one else out here.  What if Justin–”

“He wouldn’t dare,” Steve said reassuringly.  “I talked to the neighbors already.  Mr. Borrson, you know old man Odin?  He and his wife Frigg will keep an eye out for you.  And Tony Stark just down the way hates Justin.  He’ll be able to help.”  Steve shut his suitcase and faced her.  “And don’t give up on Buck.  Just because he hasn’t written in a while–”

“Did I say I was giving up?” Y/N said, frowning at him.  “How dare you say that to me!”

Steve sighed and they stared at each other silently.  “I’m sorry,” he finally said.  “I’m drafted, Y/N/N.  Even if I didn’t want to go, I don’t have a choice.”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a hard knock on the door.  They both glanced at the door then at each other in question before Steve walked to the front door.  He opened it slowly and peeked out, Y/N a step behind him.  The winter flurries whipped against a figure in the doorway, shivering with their head hanging low, their body twisted slightly away.  “Um, hello, can we help you?” Steve asked worriedly.

The figure picked up their head and Y/N gasped.  She flung the door open and pushed past Steve who froze next to her.  “Bucky?!” she squealed.

Bucky nodded and sighed heavily.  He was in his uniform like they’d seen him last, but he was skinnier, making it look too big on him.  Dark circles under his eyes and his sunken cheeks made him look ghastly.  “Hey, babydoll,” he said, his voice croaking like he hadn’t spoken in weeks.

Y/N pulled him inside and Steve shut the door, his eyes wide as he watched Y/N get Bucky seated on the couch in the living room next to the fireplace.  “God, you’re freezing,” Y/N whispered as she kneeled in front of him, took off his hat and grabbed a nearby blanket.  As she pulled it around him she noticed his left sleeve was dangling.  “Buck…” she glanced at his face and he noticed where her gaze was and quickly shut his eyes, his jaw clenching.  Y/N thumbed the material of his sleeve, feeling up until she found the stub of what was left of his arm, just above where his bicep would normally be.  “Oh my god,” she cried.

Steve quickly sat next to Bucky, glancing at the empty sleeve before hugging Bucky in a tight side hug.  “It’s okay, punk,” he said.  “You’re home now.  It’s okay.”

Bucky’s right hand grasped Steve’s knee and he broke down in tears.  Y/N quickly embraced him and Steve, her head on Bucky’s left shoulder while Steve was leaning on his right.  Bucky leaned against both of them, taking turns in feeling both of them as he cried heavily.  At one point Steve went to the kitchen to get him something to eat and Y/N kept holding him.  Bucky nuzzled his face into her neck and his remaining arm wrapped around her back tightly.  “I came back,” he whispered in her ear.  Y/N slightly pulled away to look at him.  His blue eyes looked striking against his red-rimmed eyelids and the dark circles.  His lips trembled as he stared at her.  “I came home.  I promised.”

“You did,” Y/N cried with him, cupping his face and wiping his tears with her thumbs across his cheeks.  “You came home to us.”

Bucky nodded, leaning forward until his forehead was against her forehead.  He nuzzled her nose with his nose and closed his eyes, breathing her in.  Steve came back with a sandwich and some juice and water.  Y/N helped feed Bucky as Steve took his bag and got Bucky’s clothes unpacked into his room.  When Bucky was finished Y/N and Steve helped him to his room.  “Do you need help, Buck?” Steve asked as Bucky stood looking around the room.  “Getting changed or anything?”

Bucky’s lips tightened but he nodded.  Steve looked at Y/N and she nodded before turning and leaving the room.  She sat on the couch again, waiting.  She was happy he was home, but never expected this.  He looked like he’d been through hell and back.  The sweet, carefree boy she’d grown up with was now a war torn, broken man she didn’t recognize.  Her heart hurt for him.  She’d seen some of the soldiers who had been sent home at the hospital.  They had faraway looks in their eyes, their ashen faces staring at something not physically there but very real in their mind’s eye, their bodies beaten and broken beyond repair in many cases.  Y/N cried silently for him, knowing that getting home was only half his battle now.

After a few minutes Steve called out for her.  She quickly went back into Bucky’s room to see him sitting on his bed, his torso naked, his head turned away from her.  Steve looked at her sadly.  “You’re a nurse.  I think you better have a look at this.”

Y/N inhaled deeply and steeled her gaze.  Bucky didn’t need more tears from her.  She nodded and replaced Steve standing in front of Bucky.  She grabbed the chair behind her at the desk in the room and put it in front of Bucky, sitting between his knees.  “Can I see, Buck?” she asked quietly.

Bucky’s jaw clenched again, his eyes shut tight, but he nodded.  Y/N scooted forward in the chair and looked at what was left of his left arm.  She reached a hand out and touched his shoulder, and he flinched.  Y/N waited until he relaxed again and moved her fingers down, inspecting the stitches.  It wasn’t a great sew job, and she frowned at the lackluster care he’d received.  She turned to Steve.  “Go get my bag,” she instructed him, and Steve quickly nodded, running toward her room.  She turned to Bucky, her other hand coming up to caress the side of his face.  “Buck, I need to clean this better and possibly re-sew some of these stitches.  Can I do that?”  Bucky inhaled shakily, his eyes still shut as he nodded again.  “Can you lie down for me?” she asked.  Bucky slowly moved himself to lie down on the bed, his left side facing her.  Steve came back with her bag, and she asked him for towels and hot water.  She worked quickly, watching Bucky’s face carefully as she gently washed his wound better, applied medicine and then cut some of the old stitches.  “Now, this is gonna hurt,” she warned him.  Bucky’s eyes flew open and he stared at her with scared, wide eyes.  “It’s gonna be okay, Buck,” she said, lifting her hand and pushing his hair back.  “It’s just me and Steve.  We’re with you till what?”

Bucky blinked rapidly.  “Till the end of the line,” he sputtered.

“That’s right, till the end of the line,” she smiled at him.  

Steve moved over Bucky’s bed to sit next to him and held his hand as Y/N got out what she needed for stitching.  She got the needle and thread ready, took out a piece of leather she had in her bag, and held it up to Bucky’s mouth.  He opened his mouth and bit down on the leather.  Then she squeezed Bucky’s shoulder.  “Ready?” 

Bucky nodded and shut his eyes again.  Y/N braced herself as she started stitching.  Bucky tensed, grunting and panting, gripping Steve’s hand tightly.  When she was finally done she quickly washed him again, adding a little more medicine then wrapping his left arm up to his shoulder and across his sternum for leverage to keep it on.  She used some more towels to then wipe off the sweat on his neck and face.  “All done,” she whispered to him, pulling the leather from between his teeth.  

Bucky sighed, his face pale as she cleaned him up.  “Thanks, babydoll,” he whispered.  

Y/N smiled at him and brushed his hair back with her fingers.  “Just rest, dreamboat,” she said.  She looked at Steve.  “I’m going to clean all this up.  I know you were planning to leave in the morning–”

“I don’t have to go right away,” Steve said quietly.  “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

Bucky looked at Steve in fear.  “You’re leaving?”

Steve shook his head.  “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Y/N gathered her things and turned away as Bucky and Steve spoke quietly to each other.  Every once in a while she heard louder whispers, then it would die down again.  Eventually, the sound of snores echoed from the room and she felt like she could finally rest.  Y/N cried silently for Bucky again.  She cried at the thought of Steve leaving and having to face whatever Bucky went through.  She cried for herself and the fear of the unknown in her own life, especially with the seemingly minor but ever-present threat of Justin’s presence looming around every corner, until she finally exhausted herself to sleep.

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Blue comfort

Lorenzo x reader

A/N: this is my first fanfic to write ever so ,sorry for the mistakes ,and English isn't my first language i hope you like it i had a lot of ideas for this but ended up making it short ,but i will try to edit it later ,just tell me what you think about it

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sitting by the black lake alone wasn't unusual thing for me ,

I hide there more often to clear my mind from the heavy day I had been through .

I never thought I would feel cold or lost in Hogwarts ,it always felt like home to me ,to all of us ,but nothing felt the same since the war against the dark lord had started .

Everyone was at their limit of breaking and the tension was unbearable ,which led to a lot of arguments between our group of friends  , and not just the little sibling-like argument ,they said things that they knew it hurts the most , and I did too.

I clutched my knees closer to me trying to hide my teary face from the freezing air that hit me like ice .

I looked at the water before me. The moon's reflection was beautiful.

 I lifted my gaze to the moon. It was a peaceful December night , except for the storm going through my head .

I let out a heavy sigh and turned my gaze back to the lake , but I didn't expect to see a pair of shining blue eyes .

i didn't notice the yelp that came out of my mouth til his head disappeared quickly in the water “wait..,don't go...” i sighed and mumbled to myself “well ,now i scared him away “

suddenly a head popped out of the water , it's the same siren eyes from a moment ago .

“you. don’t.  scare. me. human.”

“Oh?” i looked at him, head tilted curiously

“Are you a…merman?” i asked quite confused and curious at the creature in front of me ,

His face looked a little human to me but he had sharp eyes with narrowed pupils that almost looked like cats ,he had beautiful scales over the cheek bone . 

“yes”he moved a little closer to me “why were you crying?, human”

The question took me off guard .But it's not like this fish is going to scream it on top of the astronomy tower.

“Well it turns out that my so-called friends are scared of me," I said softly with a bitter smile ,fighting tears for countless time today .

“You dumb human, why would anyone be scared of you? “he chuckled softly obviously trying to lighten the mood 

“it doesn't matter i don't wanna remember it “he looked at me carefully and then brought his palm to his mouth and started blowing in it .

The first thing that caught my attention was his hand ,his fingers were almost connected by a thin layer of skin ,the scales over his hand shined under the moonlight .

I read about merpeople a few times but i never saw them this close before.

suddenly a big bubble formed in his palm ,i was looking at it like a little child ,he moved it closer to me , and…

POP 

he just popped it in my face .

“what was that “i chuckled looking at him to see him with a soft smile on his face he seems satisfied to lightening my mood 

I felt my heart flatter at his affectionate action .

“wanna show you something” 

I looked at him confused ,but he didn't give me time for that as he suddenly pulled me deep in the water .

I hold on to his hand for dear life. I was shocked but I didn't mind. There was some kind of comfort in the water ,and the smile on his face was soft and comforting too.

as he got deeper in the water I felt my lungs tighten .

I tapped hurriedly on his arm as my head started to get a little dizzy.

he looked at me and titled his head in confusion.

his hands cupped my cheeks tenderly and I felt his soft lips on mine .

I stiffened ,absolutely didn't expect the sudden action from him .

 I felt like he was literally taking my breath ,my face tingling ,when he pulled away he looked so focused on my face ,I felt as if something burned my cheek bones , I could breathe ,it felt different but not choking anymore .

I touched it gently. It was similar to what he had over his delicate face too.

“Now you can be here longer” his voice sounded deep but enchanting .

he swam deeper to a little cave , it was dark but it seems that his little kiss worked on my vision too .

“this is my home , i hear humans sometimes from here “i shifted my gaze to where he was pointing .

The cave looked beautiful ,not very charming. We were in the deep of the dark lake after all ,but it was still beautiful .

A little seashells was stocked in a corner with a bunch of other stuff that looked like he was collecting them.

We talked for what felt like hours but it was only one. I started to wander through the lake water , I looked deeper a little far from where his cave was to see what looked like glass.

“Is that.., the Slytherin common room?” It was more of a statement than a question .

“i didn't know that is what you call it ,but i knew it was where they go to sleep”

“yes ,and study too”

“i like it ”

i chuckled “ you're probably the first person who likes anything about slytherin “

“i am not a person, and i like you  “

I don't know if my cheeks could burn under these dark waters but they did .

“i think i should go before professor snape brew me in a potion once he finds me out of the castle “i laughed awkwardly .

“yeah sure”

He took my hand gently and swam us out.

I sat on the ground catching my breath , i looked in his siren eyes again and smiled 

“thank you ,for cheering me up”

“Here I wanted to give you this “ he opened his palm to reveal a beautiful black pearl.

“It's so pretty," I whispered, adoring his little gift.

i leaned forward kissing his cheek gently 

“good night enzo ,will see you later”

“Good night,”

[some-mari-thoughts]

im ootl, whats up with the manga? i havent been reading

Nice! Probably its best u dont

From ok to bad:

Events have been rearranged to unknown extent to adapt to faster pace.

We start with the christmas memory dream instead of headspace, and we are introduced to everyone that way. The dream is very very short.

We then go to start 3 days left skipping the phobia fight for its unneeded at this point, and see kel, basil and aubrey (no mention of their friend groups)

Sunny freaks out and leaves to white space right upon ending Aubrey fight (after seeing a photo of Mari) and thats where we meet mari properly

That said, Mari. In the dream/memory she is introduced via visual horror, stress rising as soon as she comes into frame and when we see her face it is already kinda terrifying! Her name and sight alone continues to scare sunny into panic for the entirety of chapter. Almost as if he is scared of her rather than anything else

We dont feel any easier as we meet Dream Mari either because she sneakily guilt trips us about taking too long and making her wait

Sunny is treated a bit better but he is freaking out almost the entire time we see him and his reactions seem a bit misplaced. I am also pretty sure he doesn't even get to throw up the steak. He does get several gay tension moments which shippers are extatic about but for me doesnt make it literally any at all better or easier. Just raises my brow higher. Seems like its the only place where manga will have any success. The sunburn lovers are also happy bc in the dreamworld omori gets to help aubrey out instead of kel

Other events have been slightly changed. We start with not seeing any of the hooligans which leaves us with aubrey alone. So she alone is doing a lot more bullying than she originally was doing. Then she also focuses on bullying sunny alone and verbally hitting where it'll hurt, also reminding him that mari is dead here instead of church (which causes him to collapse and then slice her with the knife)

What does not help is the artist consistently fails to make a good line of motion or guide the viewers eye where it needs to go, so 90% of people will first miss that 1 - aubrey doesnt hit basil in the head with her bat, but trips him instead; 2 - she then seemingly misses at kel and aims to hit sunny straight across with the bat; 3 - Easily missable detail that sunny stops freaking out as he handles the knife, either bc of smth abt him or bc of omori (unclear, sunny is the one drawn there), 4 - Sunny looks like he is trying to kill Aubrey; 5 - Unclear who is panicking and thinking "no" as Sunny readies the knife

The manga is not at all beginner friendly and in theory can only be enjoyed by a member of the fandom. Well. It fails at that too bc only very specific ppl will be actually happy abt this retelling. (Shippers. And another subset of ppl who are there for different reasons)

The artstyle is making anyone with good internet background tense and for good reason too (shotacon/CP classic artstyle) People have spoken out about more evidence to the manga's artist drawing messed up things (including for OMORI fandom) not too long ago. Omocat's rep is once again in shambles and i cant and wont defend her til we get a goddamn good explanation

[lonigiri]

Hiii!!! You could write a sumin (xikers) smut please😊?!?!? Looking forward to reading your writings🙃

Best Friend

sypnosis: you get ready a little early because you’re really excited to have a movie marathon with your best friend.

warnings: making out, fingering, oral (f reciving), hair pulling, fem!reader, kinda voyeurism, masterbating (m), use of pet names pretty & pretty girl, kinda degradation if you sqiuint. the use of the name whore. body worshiping if you squint, chubby reader implied but not specified

notes: yay ofc i love sumin so so much, this is also my first writing in so so long so if its bad pls dont bust my ass im trying my best

you had finished getting all your stuff together now you just had to wait. sumin, your best friend, had invited you over for a movie marathon, he wanted to watch every single saw movie. you had no complaints seeing as saw was your favorite movie series and you could talk about it for hours. but sumin never seemed interested in it but one day he just told you he wanted to watch all of them so you offered to go over to his house to watch all of them with him.

the wait was absolutely killing you. like usual, you got ready a whole 2 hours earlier then you should’ve so you were just sitting in your living room, waiting, trying to find something to occupy your time til it was time to go over sumins place.

you being impatient decided to go over a little early ‘being a little early couldnt hurt, all we’re doing is watching movies’ you thought to yourself as you made your way to his house.

you’d arrived at his place. knocking on the door of his home, with no answer. you knew where he hid the spare key so you decided to let yourself in. “sumin! im here, i know its a little early but i kinda got ready really early again.” you called out, to no answer again. thinking he was in the shower you set your stuff down on the floor and made your way to the bathroom. the bathroom was empty, you guessed he was sleeping.

you finally made your way to his bedroom, the door was slightly cracked open. you heard noises coming from his room so you decided to stand in the blind spot to listen so you could scare him. but these noises were kinda… lewd? is the only word that could come to your mind. hot sighs leaving his throat and you swore you heard your name being chanted. “f-fuck y/n..” your eyes widening at the words falling from his mouth. you were kinda turned on though, you could just imagine your pretty best friend with his head thrown back rubbing himself thinking of you.

the mere thought made you hot, your heat starting to drip arousal. you had decided to walk in. “sumin i know its early but-“ you said innocently as if you hadnt been listening outside door. your eyes had finally landed on him and oh my god was it a sight to see. cock in hand, lips parted eyes closed, head lolling back. he sat up, quickly pulling his sweats up. “y/n! you’ve ever heard of knocking?” his cheeks red. you took a couple steps forward to him, taking a seat on his bed. “h-how much of that did you see.” stumbling over his words, “enough to know that you want me the same way i want you.” his eyes widening at the sentence, he started stumbling over his words. never did you ever think you could make your best friend with the overly confident ego go crazy over a singular sentence.

he suddenly became that man with the ego again as he grabbed your face planting a kiss on your lips. your hands making their way to his neck deepening the kiss. “fuck y/n you dont understand how bad i’ve wanted you.” he said against your lips. you took that as an opportunity to slip your tongue in his mouth. the two of you fighting over dominance, you eventually letting him win. his tongue skillfully exploring your mouth. you let out a small moan that didnt go unnoticed by sumin. one of his hands go from your face down to your waist and the other going under your shirt to squeeze your breast over your bra.

“sumin..” you moaned longingly against his lips. he pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. he instead put his lips on your neck placing wet kisses and hickies wherever he could put his mouth. “god.. always thought you were so innocent. who knew my pretty best friend was such a whore.” he said between heavy breaths. you wanted to retort back so bad but you decided it was better for the two of you to just keep your mouth shut. you did let out a cute whimper at his words though. he let out a little laugh at your whimper, proving his words to be right.

he pulled your shirt over your head and uncliped your bra, getting to work on your breasts. he kneeded one of your boobs as he took the others nipple in his mouth. you letting out soft moans and whimpers. tugging at his green strands that you’d helped him dye not too long ago. “f-fuck sumin feels s’ good.” your words slurring as his hands made their was down your body. mouth detatching from your nipple, leaving kisses down your body. “god you’re so pretty.” he said against your body whilst planting kisses. your whimper to his words driving him crazy. he layed you down from your sitting stature on his bed, yanking down your shorts and panties in one go.

he spread your legs wide just looking “hm, s’ wet for me pretty girl, i think you were watching for longer then you let on, isnt that true.” how did he know, thoughts racing through your mind at a millions miles per second but then they stopped as his finger started spreading your wet folds. your back arched slightly at the sudden sensation letting out a tiny moan. “its okay,” he said standing up to whisper in your ear “i like when you watch.” the lewd mewl you let out at his words. you swore if he kept whispering in your ear like this you could cum untouched. he returned to his place between your legs. his fingers teasing your hole as he lightly circled your clit. “sumin please.” you begged him, he secretly loved watching you twitch because of his touch, he wasnt gonna stop anytime soon but as soon as those pleads left your mouth he couldnt stop himself from giving you what you wanted.

he licked a stripe over your pussy lavishing in your wetness. he put your legs over his shoulders not caring if your crushed his head with your thighs. he secretly wanted you to. his tongue dipped into your heat. you put your hand over your mouth to hide your moans. “dont hide your noises pretty girl. i want to hear all of them.” you moaned at his words. your fingers gripping at the white sheets of sumins bed as he went down on you. thrusting his fingers in and out, sucking on your clit. your back arched against the bed, taking his hair into your hands tugging at the strands. “sumin! f-fuck m’ so close!” he started thrusting his fingers faster. he found the gummy spot of your walls making you moan out in ecstasy. loving the moans he gave you ge hit that spot every time he’d bring his fingers into your cunt. “fuck! m’ cumming! su-min ngh!” you ended up cumming all over his fingers. he pulled them out of you all covered in cum. sumin being himself licked all of it off, not missing a singular spot. “god pretty, you taste so good. couldnt stop myself.”

[lacrymatoryao3]

Redemption Was Just The Beginning

Chapter 10: January, 1900 (Continued)

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To the world, Arthur Morgan is dead. As he tries to face the idea, in a lush valley in Ambarino he comes face to face with a woman from his past, and they must reckon with an era long gone. Especially when she has secrets of her own.

(Rated explicit simply because eventually there’s smut in this.)

Tag: @photo1030

2,304 Words (AO3 Link)

Arthur was left stewing in it, his conflicting feelings. Tidying up the house, working in the stables, even taking a damn nap. He couldn’t get it out of his head, the way the Sheriff spoke about Ana, and how it reared a possessiveness of her he wasn’t proud of. All because she told him she still loved him. In hindsight he saw it in the things she did for him in the past. She had patched up his wounds, worried about his safety and if he would even come back from his dangerous adventures. She had been the one who washed and mended his clothes, who kept him company at night. He was just blind and too much of a coward to let himself keep it in the moment.

Mary was the one Arthur had intended to marry, but Ana was the closest thing he had came to a wife. It felt odd to realize, but it was completely true. That led Arthur to wonder something. How much did he mix Mary and Ana Maria in his memories? Who did he really miss the most? He still did love Mary as well, but it started to seem different than it used to. He did fail her, like every time before, and she was right to want to move on from him. He said a silent prayer, a very rare action, that wherever Mary went after the last letter she sent to him that she was happy. He hoped she would find someone who is honest and good to her as she deserved. It didn’t hurt anymore that it wasn’t going to be him who provided it. A lot of weight of was lifted off his shoulders.

And then there was still Ana. Arthur wanted to love, to be loved, but part of himself wanted to convince her he wasn’t worth it no matter how badly he needed or desired it. He was incapable of seeing what she saw in him. He wished so desperately he could see the good in himself everyone else seemed to think was there. He couldn’t get over the thought he was never worthy of it. After everything he’d done, surely there had to be some punishment. That all went away when he looked at her, when he thought about her. He couldn’t bring himself to break her heart again. That was an even worse sin to him than every murder and robbery he ever committed.

Self doubt and hatred aside, Arthur got what he wanted. He was a father, bumbling and lost about it like every man probably was. He had a woman who loved him. The question was how to hold onto it instead of running away.

“For now I am a prisoner… in Still-water Jail I lie…” Arthur sang quietly to himself riding on Delfina, humming the parts he had forgotten, “For which I will be sorry… Til my dyin’ day…”

By the time he got to the school the children had already been let out. He knew something was wrong when the sounds of the children weren’t the usual ones they tended to have as he he drew nearer. Some were scared, some excited, but all crowded around the commotion in the front yard. Surrounded by their peers was Arthur Francisco and an older boy circling each other before taking swings like they were grown men. The older boy was taller and looked like he did a lot of farm work. Arthur Francisco, impressively, was able to hold his own against him.

Perhaps he should have let them fight it out, but he couldn’t stand the sight of poor Miss Svensson doing everything she could to separate them. She had taken hard tumble when the older boy got Arthur Francisco on the ground, striking him in the stomach. He didn’t get very many in, Arthur Francisco got the upper hand and grabbed him tightly around the neck and using his knees to roll on top of him. He kept one hand there, pummeling the boy with his other fist. He just kept punching him in the face over and over.

Everything happened so fast Arthur hadn’t fully registered what was happening when he jumped off Delfina and ran to them. He snatched Arthur Francisco from behind, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist and yanking him away as the child flailed against him.

“DON’T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT AGAIN, MILLER!” Arthur Francisco hissed at his enemy, “IF YOU DO I SWEAR I’LL KILL YOU!”

He could feel the rage emanating from him, his blue eyes burned like hellfire glaring at the older boy lying before him. Arthur finally and fully saw what Ana had repeatedly told him about their boy: himself. It was in that unmerciful and righteous anger.

“Like hell you will boy!” Arthur objected, putting Arthur Francisco firmly on his feet and grasping him hard on the shoulders, “You don’t talk to no one like that! You hear me?!”

The emotion hearing Arthur Francisco utter those words matched the boy’s own. The audience grew quiet and quickly dispersed, leaving only them, Miss Svensson who was standing and dusting herself off, and the Miller boy sitting defeated on bloody snow.

Arthur spun around, focusing some of his ire to him, “And you, what’s your excuse?! Ain’t you a little too old for this bullshit?!”

Miss Svensson shook her head and helped the Miller boy to his feet, “This happens frequently with Zachariah, I am afraid. Another letter for me to write now.”

“Well, don’t worry about this one.” Arthur huffed, gesturing to Arthur Francisco, “I’ll tell his mama and deal with what I can in the meantime.”

Miss Svensson took the Miller boy inside the school to tend to just injuries.

“What the hell happened anyway?” Arthur asked Arthur Francisco. It had to happen on his watch. As if the day hadn’t dragged on enough. He took a bandana out of his pocket, softly wiping Arthur Francisco’s face to see the damage. His lip was split and bleeding, bruises were already appearing around his left eye and jaw. Arthur had him open his mouth. No teeth where chipped, broken, or missing. He carefully prodded his stomach, checking for any signs of internal injury. The boy only told him it was sore and not painful. That too would be bruised for a while.

Arthur Francisco sighed, “Well… Jane was talking to some of the girls about the new baby. He went up to her and started asking her… not very nice things.”

Arthur nodded, “I can understand wantin’ to defend a girl, but don’t go around threatenin’. Because there comes a time where somebody takes you up on it, and you either become a coward or a killer. Or… you’re the one that gets killed. Me and your mama seen too many men go to an early grave for it. We want better for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir. I just… Don’t understand why people are so hateful just because someone exists.”

Arthur put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, “There’s a lot of them out there, I fear. You just got to be better than they are.”

Arthur gathered their horses. He put Arthur Francisco onto Josefina and tied her reins to the horn of Delfina’s saddle. He led them through town, stopping at the butcher’s to buy some steaks for dinner before setting off home. He kept a close eye on the boy, but besides the darkening contusions on his face he didn’t show any signs of anything else.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened to me…” Arthur Francisco calmly protested, holding the steaks while Arthur put the horses in the stable by himself.

“Yeah, I know, but I want to make sure.” Arthur replied, “If something happened, your mama wouldn’t be afraid to beat me senseless. Now, go inside and put those in the ice box. I’m going to go beck of Mrs. O’Hogan.”

Approaching it, on the outside the O’Hogan’s gingerbread styled home was silent. Once he was at the front door, Arthur could hear the chaos that 5 children in one place could bring. He took off one of his gloves and knocked loudly so it could be heard over the commotion. Mr. O’Hogan stepped out, disheveled and with a big smile on his face.

“I hope we got some good news there!” Arthur greeted.

Mr. O’Hogan clasped him tightly on the shoulder, “We sure fuckin’ do! Little girl, 6 pounds! Both o’ ‘em as healthy as can be! Sent a cable ta the archdiocese in Saint Denis, see if we can get a priest ta come up an’ baptize her.”

O’Hogan let Arthur go, pulling a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lighting it with a match, “So, how about that row Little Arthur had? Heard he put a hell o’ a hurt on that Miller boy.”

“He’s pretty banged up his damn self. I have no idea how I’m going to tell Anie.” Arthur replied, “I just wanted to make sure everything went well with your wife and check how your daughter is doin’. That boy said some nasty things to her I was told.”

“Nothin’ about them Millers ain’t nasty!” O’Hogan replied, “Getting’ tired o’ it. I’m gonna start goin’ with ‘em ta school an’ back.”

“As long as you let our ladies come back.” Arthur said with a hint of humor, “Anyway, you have a good night, Owen. Glad you finally got your third girl! Let our ladies come home soon!”

Making dinner was a lot easier. Arthur knew how to cook a slab of meat, not in a pan but all it did was take slightly longer than holding it over a fire. The boy had enough experience in the kitchen to heat up a can of carrots. They kept a plate in the warming box for Ana. After cleaning up they spent time on the living room floor, drawing animals with the watercolors Arthur Francisco was given for Christmas. Arthur would sketch them out with a pencil, and the boy would paint them. Arthur shared the least traumatic stories about the things he saw over the years. They spent a lot of time talking.

Arthur got him ready for bed on time. He patted the boy lightly on the head, “Your mama should be home soon. She’ll probably check up on you because… Well, you know.”

“Yeah, she usually does.” Arthur Francisco said, “Good night, Arthur.”

Arthur got up and went to the door, “Good night, son.”

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Ana closed the door quietly. She took off her jacket and shoes. Her hands went to her head as she tip toed into the kitchen, pulling out every pin until her hair was free. She was glad everything went well, and that it was over for another two or three years. The O’Hogans made it seem like this would be their last. With a couple like that, she wasn’t sure how long that vow would last.

Maybe if she had something like that, Ana might feel the same about it.

The counter was a note on a piece of torn paper. In Arthur’s fine handwriting was a line about leaving a plate from dinner for her. She hovered her hand over the stove. It was still quite hot. She opened the warming box to find it nearly as fresh as it was from the evening. He was always good when cooking a piece of meat.

She put it on the table, poured a glass of gin, and sat down to enjoy it. Arthur’s door creaked open. He stepped out and sat next to her.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” Ana said.

Arthur shook his head, “No. I was actually up waitin’ for you. How’d everythin’ go?”

“Good! Of course, there’s always that time when things can be a little risky, but I think Rosaline and the baby will be just fine. How did it go with you and Arthur Francisco?”

“It went well… For the most part…” Arthur went quiet for a moment, “The boy got into a fight when school let out.”

Ana rolled her eyes, “I heard Stephen and Jane tell their father about it. How bad are his wounds this time?”

“He’s pretty banged up. He did worse to that Miller boy.”

“I’m not surprised.” Ana sighed, “Something has to be done about them, before things get worse. I have an idea. Maybe the father will consider it, if you’ll accompany me tomorrow.”

“I sure will. I’d like to see this hated man.”

After Ana ate she went up the stairs with Arthur following behind. She entered Arthur Francisco’s bedroom. The boy was sleeping soundly when she sat down at the edge of his bed, stroking his hair and scanning the bruises on his face. She sighed again and tucked his covers around him, kissing him on the temple before leaving.

Arthur waited for her in the hall. She patted him on the back, “Thank you for everything you did today. I imagine it wasn’t easy for you.”

He saw his chance. Before he his doubts got the better of him, he wrapped his arm around Ana’s waist and drew her to him. She let out a quiet yelp in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. He held her close to his body, her head coming to rest on his chest. He forgot how small she was compared to him, how wonderful it felt to have her pressed against him protectively in his arms. Her warmth filled a hole deep within his heart, one that had grown so accustomed to pain it almost burned. He never thought he’d feel like that again, where his heart raced, his face burned, his hands shook.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Can you do more Yandere Nick Jackson?

Sure! Here’s a little blurb, if you’d like something else let me know!

Warnings: Yandere, Yandere!nick, Mother!reader, talks of traumatic births, controlling behavior, fear of losing a baby, ‘Matt’s wife’ is a character but she has no resemblance to his actual wife, it’s a complete fictional character for this piece

“Very good!” You praised your daughter as she got something right in her work book. She had just moved up to the first grade work and was struggling with it. “Okay, try this one while I get lunch done,” you pointed to another question before pushing yourself up to your feet. You had to balance yourself carefully due to being almost 9 months pregnant.

Slowly, you waddled your way into the kitchen, opening the back door to let some air in. You loved living in the beach, especially when you were pregnant. Something about the salty sea air made your morning sickness so much better.

You started to make lunch for the kids, a fresh fruit plate with some nuts and chicken, but turned when quick footsteps came running towards you.

“Mama, look!” Your son yelled as he ran into your legs, causing you to grab the counter tightly to keep from falling over.

“Michael Jackson, what have you been told about running in the house?” You tried to pull your son from his spot against your legs so that you could see him, but he stayed put. “Michael, look at me.” You spoke again, trying to pull him out from underneath your pregnant belly. As he continued to fight you started to get irritated. “Michael Nickolas Jackson, so god help me get off my leg!” You snapped, which at first seemed like it was going to work as he took a step back. However, before you could say anything he turned and took off towards the open door.

“Shit- Ella, don’t Move! Stay where you are!” You yelled back at your daughter before you three your shoes off and started to chafe after him.

It was hard to run at all, but the grass was do able. You had a large backyard so hopefully he just needed to get some energy out. You followed behind him u til he got to one spot that made your heart sink. There was a whole in the fence. You had been the one to put it there years ago, and Michael was heading right for it.

“Michael! Don’t you dare!” You yelled back, which sorted him on as he tried to wiggle through. You ran the best you could and just as you were about to grab him he fell through and into the sand underneath it.

You didn’t even think as you yanked the gate open and followed after him. You were definitely pushing your body too far as you ran, your lungs burning from it, but you were too scared to stop. He was running towards the water, what if something happened. You closed your eyes for a second before picking up your pace, and you finally were close enough to reach out and grab him.

He was small, but you were going so fast that the little extra weight threw you both to the ground. You did your best to cushion the fall, keeping Michael and the baby inside you safe, but you all but landed on your stomach.

You painted as you held your son to your chest, trying to calm down. Michael was crying against you, and you started to worry he was hurt too, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up yet. Everything hurt, and you wanted to just lie here forever.

You glanced around your surroundings before a flashing light caught your eye. You looked down and your eyes widened as you realized what was blinking. Your house arrest anklet. You’d left the ‘property’ that had been programmed into it.

“Come on bud, let’s get you inside,” you whispered to your son as you forced yourself up. You’d have to carry him back to the house, which you just knew would be painful, but you didn’t have another option.

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Later you were sprawled out on the couch. The kids were in bed, and as much as you wanted to be too, you had to wait for Nick tonight. When you’d gotten back inside your daughter had told you daddy called the landline to ask if everyone was okay and that she had told him brother tried to run away. You were relieved that she had answered, and hoped that was enough.

You checked over Michael, and other then some cuts from the sand he was fine. You however were worried. You weren’t spotting or anything, but you had some pain and just felt like something was wrong. It scared you, you were supposed to have this baby at home just like the others, but what if something was going wrong now?

You were pulled from your thoughts when the front door was unlocked and opened. The door only locked from the outside, so Nick was the only one who opened it. Slowly, you pushed yourself into a sitting position to meet Nick.

“How was your day?” You asked, almost robotic. You knew what he expected you to say when he got home.

“Fine, got some meetings done with Matt and Tony. You know how it is.” And you did. Before any of this you would have been sat in that meeting as well to keep track of notes for Tony Khan. You’d been his secretary, though he called you his second in command for everything you did. You really did miss the job.

“But,” Nick continued. “I don’t think my day was as eventful as yours.” Nick turned to look at you fully, though because he was standing and you were sitting, it made him look huge.

“Michael tried to run.”

“Why was the door open?” You prepared yourself for the onslaught of questions that would attack you now.

“It helps with the nausea.”

“What did you do to make him run?”

“Nothing.”

“Really, nothing?” You fought to not role your eyes at his question. Of course it was your fault, and he wouldn’t stop until you admitted it.

“Yeah, nothing. And he got out of the fence in that damn hole you won’t fix.” You snapped

Nick hesitated, his eyes flickering towards the stairs that led to the kids rooms. “Maybe you should have thought about how dangerous a hole would be when you cut into our fence.”

You started to open your mouth but shut it a second later. This wasn’t going to get you anywhere, you if something more important to fight for.

“I fell when I was chasing him. I need a doctor.”

“Why do you need a doctor, you seem fine.”

“I can feel something is wrong,” you motioned to your large stomach. Nick looked down at your bump for a few seconds before he started to pull his jacket off.

“I can call Matt on the morning, have him send his wife over-“

“I’m serious, something is wrong,” you cut him off, making him hesitate.

“I’ll call now then.”

“No!” Your voice raised as your frustration did too. “I don’t want a fucking midwife over here! I need a doctor!”

“You know no doctors. Besides, she did just fine with the other kids-“

“Just Fine?! To you hear yourself!? Ella came out not breathing and if Michael had been any earlier he would have been dead! I want to know my baby is okay-!” Nick slapped a hand over your mouth and ya led you closer to him.

“Shut. Up. The kids are asleep,” he hissed at you. “Besides, it’s your own damn fault that you can’t have doctors. After what you tried to tell them, the lies about being hurting you, I’m lucky that Matt’s wife was there to explain you ‘condition’ or we would have been fucked.”

Your condition. Because of this damn family your official file said you had early onset dementia. You knew it wasn’t true, and you were sure whatever pill Nick gave you didn’t effect your memory at all, but because it was there, anyone who saw it immediately assumed you were lying and handed you over to Nick. Just like that.1

“I think the pregnancy is getting to you.” Nick said, his voice softening. “Matt’s wife has been learning how to endure labor, we’ll do that tomorrow and get our beautiful baby out, then you’ll have him or her to take care of, how does that sound?”

You tried to shake your head no, you ha don idea what condition your baby was in, and you were terrified of having a baby early after Michael. Nick just shushed you and pulled you into a hug.

“Come on, let’s get some sleep. We need to be rested for tomorrow.”

[casanovawrites]

reneé rapp sentence starters

i can't be everything to everyone.

who do you talk to when you can't talk to no one?

forget all your problems, you know that i'm gonna solve them.

i can't take it. i hate when you're crying.

i need the guts to go and give you up.

it's you that i'm missing.

we're too young, too dumb, too in love to afford it.

now it's just me and a hundred square feet of bittersweet memories.

i'm too scared to delete all our videos 'cause it's real once everyone knows.

falling in love, it ain't for the weak.

it's funny how time shows you, you know nothing.

i used to love you, but now you're dead to me.

who am i kidding, i'm addicted to the chip on my shoulder.

this is hell, but i'll stay right here.

i worry about you. don't worry about me.

you don't even get it, you don't understand.

i know i'm only one of your friends.

i know all about you, all your favorite things. i listen to your stories, all your wildest dreams.

you know you're too good for him, but if it were me, i'd give you everything.

i just wanna say it, but i'm scared if i do you ain't looking at me the way i'm looking at you.

i'd rather keep on lying than to tell you the truth.

i'll be here forever wondering, what can i do?

i swear that you feel it, but then i second guess. i don't know if you see us how i do in my head.

today, i woke up in a good mood for once.

first time in six months, i don't hate you as much.

you weren't there in my dreams, i could finally sleep.

i felt good, but it sucks, i don't hate you as much.

it's easier holding a grudge. i'd rather be angry than crushed.

i'm back where i started again, crying and calling my friends.

this shit never ends.

i get so sick of myself, can't stop overthinking.

i heard you're happy somewhere else.

i don't miss you 'til the moment when i flip off the lights and i'm still in this room.

now it hurts, i know you're somewhere out there still existing.

you split my world in two, now i'm half the one you knew.

how can i be dead to you when we're looking at the same moon?

are you lonely?

in the stars, i can see your eyes. all the stars make me feel alive.

i go through six different moods at a time. i'm happy, then i'm losing my mind.

i'm so sensitive, just one touch and i feel pain.

i bruise easily.

it didn't feel like a dream.

woke up, and you looked so cute.

don't think i could love you more.

so what the hell does it all mean?

i know it's crazy, but what if it's right?

i'm here again, talking myself out of my own happiness.

i think i talk too much.

god forbid, you're not the center of attention.

as far as i'm concerned, they should just burn the whole city down.

you get on my nerves, you're so fucking annoying.

you could poison poison, you're the worst.

forgiving you is pointless.

it didn't have to be like this. i didn't wanna have to use the knife behind your back.

you almost got away with it.

i hate that bitch.

i talk shit, then i bite my tongue.

you're so fucking perfect.

yesterday was heaven, now i'm bored.

i bet you're sick of it. believe me, so am i.

i'll make it through the winter if it kills me.

smiles hide what secrets keep. can't tell a lie if you never speak.

i tried so hard. i came so far.

i met a boy, he broke my heart. i blame him 'cause it's easier.

i wish i went a different way, but if i went back, i would do the same.

i found out from a friend of a friend that you're here again.

so what now? should we talk?

do you tell your friends that things ended well? that i'm overdramatic, it was chill, do you lie and say you don't wanna see me again?

both of us like to pretend, so we feel like we're cool.

i might kiss you, but i also might fight you.

you think that i'd be flattered. it's pathetic, 'cause you're right.

it's a blessing and a curse.

i can predict this shit line by line.

keep on pretending, pretty girl.

some goodbyes are forever.

thought we'd always be together.

how can the person who taught me to breathe take their last breath right in front of me?

i wish i could still see the world through those eyes.

stay a little longer, i'm not ready for you to go.

i have been mourning since ten years old.

stay a little longer.

jesus, you're hard to rely on.

i just want some recognition for having good tits and a big heart.

i wanna ask how you're doing and mean it.

i feel like everyone hates me.

how old do you have to be to live so young and careless?

if i'm being honest, when you look at me, it's like kissing a million angels.

i had to be strong, i'm still scared of it all.

i know one day i could wake up, and you'll be gone.

i'll just be lonely, missing holding your hand when we're half asleep.

that's what scares me the most, knowing you could just let me go.

don't know why, but i like that.

you don't notice one red flag, 'cause on the surface i'm too perfect.

loving me gets messy.

you don't see us like i do.

when we're saying "i love you," i mean it different than you do.

i never stood a chance.

thoughts of you are soft as snow.

[cutekittenlady]

I think Ingo showing up when he does really saves Eelektross.

Like at this point in the concept Eelektross has been muzzled, collared, and caged by people who are both terrified of him and know nothing about him. Especially not his needs. So he ends up with food he doesn't like or even can't eat. Water in a recepticle he can't use, and trapped in a dry place with no place to moisturize his skin.

Being a smart, modern day, electric land eel, he's able escape but is very weakened and dried out. He's able to moisturize in the stream that runs through the village, but it's not long til it's discovered he's escaped and the whole village is put on lockdown.

Hungry, tired, scared, cornered, maybe even injured, Eelektross finally starts going feral.

He's been fighting it the whole time he's been in Hisui. But having all his attempts to make peace thrown in his face, being treated like a monster, and having no comfort of knowing where his trainer is and having no ally whos strong enough to protect him he starts hissing and lashing out more at the people hunting him.

But they keep chasing. And chasing. And chasing.

Hes nearly to the point of letting out a massive fully powered discharge in the middle of town!

Then Ingo arrives and takes charge. Eelektross has managed to hide in the stream. Maybe under the bridge? Meanwhile Ingos loud voice is able to attract attention helping the galaxy Team get things more organized and stop the rabid hunt.

There are still people watching along the stream, waiting to see if eelektross emerges and raise the alarm, but they're not jabbing in sharp farm tools to drive him out or anything.

Ingo, known as one of the only trainers to tame an alpha, wants to give handling eelektross a go. Kamado is hesitant to agree given that Akari has already tried and failed to capture it and he's been given to understand from Laventon that the creature can't be caught with a pokeball. However, the warden still wants to give it a try as there's a chance it could pose a risk to the Pearl Clan if left alone, and given it's an unknown species there's little to show what would happen if any of the villagers actually hurt it. For all they know it could blow up the whole village like a voltorb!

Eventually, with Laventon's help, they're able to draw Eelektross out from under the bridge with food he'd actually like to eat and up the small stream and into the training grounds. It's there that he winds up cornered in the walls of the training grounds by the Security and Survey Corps. Electricity zapping off him in fear and stress.

That's when Ingo jumps him. He has Gliscor (immune to electric) hold Eelektross down as he orders Probopass to use Earth Power (super effective) on the clear electric type. Hoping to distract him before having Tangrowth try and put him asleep with sleep power. (Neutralize the threat)

He's shocked when Eelektross manages to draw no damage from the attack (levitation FTW) and actually dodges Tangrowth's sleep powder.

That's when Eelektross's training really kicks in.

Eelekross might be used to having a partner in multi-battles, but he knows how to fight multiple opponenets. It helps that Ingo's pokemon were trained with a similar method Eelektross was.

All the same he manages to knock Gliscor off and knock over Tangrowth before turning on Magnezone.

Ingo's legitimately startled. Most wild pokemon he fights tend to focus on a singular opponent, but this ones strategically picking out opponents based on his perception of their threat. Plus, yknow, he's a levitating eel monster.

He gives the group orders as best he can. Following Eelektross beat for beat with neither really overcoming the other.

Eventually though, Eelektross winds up breaking the rules.

The first time he's ever done it.

And turns on the one giving the orders.

He's jumped on him before he really recognizes him, which is good because he was about the shoot a massive Discharge and, hopefully, knock out the trainer so the pokemon would get confused giving him an opportunity to escape.

But then he sees his face.

All of this happens in a few seconds and the moment Ingo is tackled everyone is ready to attack the 'monster' that seems to be mauling Ingo. But when they get there, pokemon at the ready and sharp implements raised Ingo tells them to STOP.

And they all look down to see Eelektross's floppy eel arms around Ingo in a hug, sucking on his face, and crying uncontrollably.

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[daisychains111]

live "tweet" books with me (via the Goodreads progress bar) pt. 5 A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas

(the first two books plus Frost and Starlight can be found in part 4/4.5)

Alis and Lucian don't believe her "I was a prisoner at night court" BS for one second, and I love that for them

I'm gonna miss Alis...I love her 😭😭

I'm a very enthusiastic Lucian and Elaine fan...I want them to work, even if I know they won't

I'm also an AVID Cassian and Nesta fan....SWOON

once again declaring my absolute distaste of using males, females, and "my mate"

"oversized bat who throws temper tantrums" Nesta is an icon

"Eventually, Mor and Nesta are gonna be besties....I can feel it in my soul

would love for feyre and Nesta to finish their sister heart-to-heart

Alis better be alive somewhere bc istg if Sarah killed that sweet lady I'll riot. also, Tarquin needs to get the stick out of his ass

hehe, Nesta's worried about Cassian

BOOO HISSSSS TAMLIN

literally just fuck him, derogatory

see you used man one time and it was grand then you had to go and correct yourself...bitch ass omagaverse simp

Nesta verbally annihilating Tamlin is my new favorite thing

I'm quickly becoming Nesta's biggest fan

feyre you really just showed every single one of your cards.... those old bastards totally deserved it tho so good on you

girl, you're 20 and married...literally stfu

WOOAAHHH AFFAIR BABY LUCIAN

Nesta doesn't give two shits about the high lord title. she'll tell you to stfu if she feels like it

hehe feyre making fun of Nesta for Cassian will never not be hilarious

HA scary overgrown bat men scared of Nesta

I do not believe that Jurian is on their side, lying until proven not a jerk...also FUCK TAMLIN

you better knock it off with this Mor and Cassian tension...gross

good riddance Ianthe you bitch

not you genuinely making me feel sad about the surial....brutal

absolutely not...Mor and feyre will not be fighting about this...I refuse

awwww Amren and the summer court guy (varian)....cutie pop

SARAH IF YOU HURT SWEET ELAIN I WILL MAIM YOU

damn...if tamlin dies rn trying to redeem himself rn, I just might have to forgive him for being a fuckass

hehe sister hug

hehe elain and azriel

how I didn't realize Mor liked girl is absolutely beyond me...my gaydar is EXTREMELY lacking bc fucking duh

awwww they're holding hanndddsssss

if any one of them dies I'm gonna kill you

if Nesta kisses Cassian bc she thinks they're gonna die I'll forgive Sarah of all her sins

YUUUHH FATHER DEAREST FOR THE ABSOLUTE WIN

once again Nesta saying fuck you and your title I do as I please...icon

AMREN WTF

YAY KISSING WHEN WE THINK WERE GONNA DIE...you're not forgiven tho, not til they both live

YES ELAIN YUUUHHH

goddammit Amern 😭😭

I'm like 80% sure that Rhys doesn't actually die BUT ISTG IF HE DIES RN

AYAY RHYS STAYS ALIVE AND YAY AMREN IS NOT GONE AND YAY

shout out to Tamlin...you're officially redeemed

rip the Tamlin and Lucian bromance

(Afterthought in post-production, WTF happened to Alis. She just disappeared from the planet and I'm not amused.)

I'm starting Silver Flames tomorrow so stay tuned for then hehe (even though I literally should just do my how instead of reading lol)