#and im not a breakfast person but today i had breakfast at hotel

[thebraxiatelcollection]

I don't do it on purpose (mostly), but some days I can literally run on two hours of sleep and forget to eat and still somehow to be productive but then I get home and wonder how I manage not to snap at anyone until I crash.

[chilisworld55]

Your fics are sooooo good!!! The spanish is just the best part!! As a fic idea👀👀 spending summer with Carlos at mallorca!!

Sunburnt dinners, him loosing his mind over how cute you look a little sunburnt with your bikinis and summer dresses

hello anon! thank you so much, i really appreciate it 🫶🏻 I didn’t know if you wanted it to me a smut of just fluff but here you go!

🌶️ warnings: none. just Carlos simping over his fiancé, complimenting her so much

a/n: hihi! i hope you liked this and im sorry if there is any mistake, i’ll try to improve. Feel free to leave feedbacks, requests or anything else!

It was summer time. Your fiancé, Carlos, surprised you with tickets for both of you to spend a week at Mallorca, a beautiful island in Spain, perfect place to visit in summer.

Carlos is a morning person and wanted to make the most of the few vacation days he had with you. Some days he wakes up early and likes to take you to have breakfast near the beach, other days he likes to cook breakfast himself before taking you for a walk over touristic places, showing new things about his beautiful country.

Then, he made sure not to forget about taking his girl to the beach as well, spending your afternoons there, drinking a couple of cocktails, relaxing under the sun, watching the sunset which is a gorgeous view but for Carlos, you are always his best view.

You’ve noticed that by the way he always has his eyes on you and how he simply cannot keep his hands for himself, always grabbing you, touching you in any way. oh he loves your little outfits for the summer and the sunburns adds the perfect spark to it. You are driving him crazier as the days pass by.

…

It was the last day you were staying in Mallorca, tomorrow morning you were taking a flight back home with Carlos. The plan for today was having a romantic dinner at a restaurant but you wanted to have a little walk around the island to watch the sunset before that.

You were standing in front of the big mirror at the hotels room, getting ready, doing your makeup and wearing those summer dresses that you loved for how comfy and cute they were. Your fiancé was all dressed up already in some casual clothes, nothing too fancy.

You noticed Carlos stare on you all the time, as you got out from the shower, as you were choosing your clothes, putting them on and now.

“You’ve been staring at me the whole time. Tienes algo que decir?�� Do you have something to say? You said, looking at the man sitting over the edge of the bed over the mirror, just right behind you.

“Solo una cosa… y es que te ves tan jodidamente hermosa” just one thing… that you look so freaking stunning. He said, eyes not looking away from your body, obviously checking you out.

“Oh really? thank you, amor, but if you keep staring at me for too long, i might melt” you giggled, turning around now that you’re done with your makeup. “ready now!”

“Wait, come over here. Date una vueltecita” do a little spin for me. He signaled with his fingers and you laughed, doing as he asked before walking over to him.

Once he had you close enough, his hands found their way to your bare waist, pulling you even closer to his body. Your dress had slits there and your back was completely exposed so you could feel his warmth against your skin.

“I think this is my favorite outfit on you so far… i mean you always look so pretty and beautiful but oh my god. i love it” he checked you out for the probably fifth time in the night, fingertips gently caressing your skin. “te ves tan mona, como una princesa, mi princesa” you look so cute, like a princess, my princess.

“yeah? then i should wear it more often so I can be your princess more often” you smiled, hands on his shoulders as he stood up. Carlos leaned down a little to place soft kisses on your lips and cheeks, his beard ticking you a little.

“Doesn’t the ring on your finger means that you’re my princess already? or even better, you’re my queen. Always.” he whispered, leaving a last kiss with a “muaw” sound. “Eres toda mía, cariño” you’re all mine, love.

“And you’re gonna steal all the cameras! The paparazzi are going to be taking photos of this beautiful woman instead of me” he faked a pout, being dramatic as always.

You playfully hit his shoulder. “Hey! you know that’s not true” you giggled at his pout and couldn’t help but kiss those puffy lips that always drive you crazy.

“Con ese vestido de seguro que si” with that dress, i’m pretty sure. He walked closer to the mirror, gently turned around so you’re looking at yourself in it. “Es que mírate” Look at you.

“Nunca me voy a cansar de decirte que me traes loco” im never gonna get tired of telling you that you drive me crazy.

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And then you were late for dinner, but still got to have your romantic date. Carlos continued on complimenting every single thing about you, specially about how good you looked, but as much as he loved your outfit, as soon as you came back to the hotel room, the dress didn’t stayed on for much longer :)

[cheriladycl01]

Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife chef!reader? She always brought him food because she knew how busy he could get with everything. So, she would always make him his favourite meals/pick up a guilty pleasure snack as a surprise for him. Maybe she had some surprises for him. I'll let you decide what it was. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks! :))

Lets make lunch for my Husband! - Peter Bonnington x ChefWife! Reader

Plot: You are famous on Tiktok for making videos where you pack lunches for you husband but use ingredients globally as you always travel with him of race weekends.

Credit to princemick for the GIF

y/user

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y/user: Racing in Bahrain!

Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesn’t go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!

Round One 🇧🇭 And we have Chicken, Rice and Veggies (a very hearty meal here) 🏎️

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fan1: I love her TikTok’s she’s so funny and Peter is just so cute!

fan2: their relationship is eveything you me

gordongram: Cooking in Style as always Y/N!

-> y/user: thanks Gords!

“Baby, lunch was amazing today! And thank you for putting the Twirl in there!” He grins as you both get back to the hotel, it had been a good race and you were both happy.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it hunny. I’ve already made a meal plan of what I’m going to make at each race! You’ll be so happy with breakfast lunch and dinner in Silverstone!” You grin pulling him in for a kiss.

“Mmmm what have I got?” He grins, pulling you to sit on his lap on the sofa in your hotel room.

“Breakfast, of course a full English, get you all set for the day and make sure you’ve got all the protein to see you through till lunch. Then you’ve got your fave Ham Pesto and Mozzarella Sandwich for lunch. And then to round it off, I’ll invite Toto, Suzie, Lewis, George and Carmen all round for a Sunday Roast!” You say practically bouncing at the prospect of guests and being able to cook for them!

“I love you, you are without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me” he smiles pulling you back to relax on the sofa as you both sit there in each others embrace.

“I love you most!” You declare making him laugh and kiss your head. It wasn’t a battle he could win with you despite knowing you were wrong and he held an impossible amount of love for you.

y/user

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y/user: Racing in Saudí Arabia!

Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesn’t go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!

Round Two 🇸🇦 And we have my first time making Kabsa which a local helped me get all the ingredients! It’s very yummy! 🏎️

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peter.bonn: it was so nice, can’t wait to come back!

fan1: I’m living for this series, not the rich men racing!

fan2: this is so cute that she cooks for him!

“You know, the boys keep saying you need to start bringing it in for them aswell” he chides as you get into the car.

“What am I expected to cook for the 5000 now? I don’t think so, that’s why they have a paid for hospitality…” you groan, waking up early just to prepare Peter some food was exhausting you couldn’t imagine getting up to make it for more people!

“Maybe Toto should hire you as head chef here!” He grins and you laugh at the thought. You, working in Mercedes Catering?

“Baby … you know I have a … Michelin Star right?” you offer in confusion.

“Oh so your below working for Mercedes now are you?” He frowns, faking his offence on the matter.

“Oh stop being a whiny baby Pete!” You scold lightly hitting his arm, making him recoil and sigh before pulling you into a big hug.

“Im lucky you don’t have to be there 24/7. What would I do without you” he laughs.

“Probably starve as you’d forget to eat!” You hum in thought.

y/user

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y/user: Racing in Australia!

Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesn’t go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!

Round Three 🇦🇺 Of course I couldn’t come in and not offer fairy bread (as requested by my adopted grid son Oscar Piastri) and my famous Chicken Parm Sandwiches for the team which went down a treat!

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oscarpiastri: thank you for the fairy bread Y/N, LN understands the hype now

-> landonorris: don’t tell Jon, he said I couldn’t have any …

-> y/user: and rat out my second grid son, no way!

danielricciardo: brought back childhood memories! Thanks for coming all the way to VCARB for delivery!

-> y/user: you are welcome Dani! 🇦🇺🐨

“Thank you for the fairy bread!” Oscar said pulling you into a hug as you came back to get your container from the McLaren garage, seeing it fully empty.

“Everyone enjoy? Even though I felt like a child making it?” You laugh knowing it wasn’t exactly a chef thing to make but Oscar had asked for it, and who were you to deny the literal son you had adopted since he started.

“Yeah, Lando hadn’t ever tried it and I made it for Lily once to prove to her it was a real thing we ate but the bread kinda ended up being soggy, she preferred yours a lot more” he laughed back and you continued to talk about racing, cooking, life and everything else that just came up.

Halfway through that conversation Lando joined pulling his grid mum into a massive hug and asking her to bake him some cake or make the chicken wraps.

Fun fact, Y/N actually invented the chicken wrap for Lando. She became Lando’s private chef for a while when he lived in the UK, and he wasn’t … well I mean he’s Lando and if anyone expects him to know even know to turn on an oven you are sorely mistaken.

Eventually a group of drivers were around the woman, and it took Peter and Lewis forcing their way through to get her to come back.

“You’ve been busy!” He smiles nodding his head to the now dispersing group.

“Yeah, just talking to the kids!” You grin, nodding in the McLaren twins direction who were now messing around with each other.

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y/user: Racing in Azerbaijan!

Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesn’t go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!

Round Four 🇦🇿 Cooked up a storm off track today in a cooking interview and remaking one of the first dishes I learnt in school ‘Uzbek Plov’

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inthekitchen: pleasure to have you in and talking while cooking :)

-> y/user: thank you for all the fun! 🫶🏼

peter.bonn: This was nice, but I’m going to need some comfort food soon baby, these variations of meat and rice … it’ll be the end of me.

-> y/user: I thought you enjoyed my cooking!

-> peter.bonn: I DO! Just missing some creature comforts!

“You were amazing in that interview baby!” He says twirling you around as he came to pick you up on the Saturday evening. You had unfortunately missed qualifying, but you were excited to hear about your husbands day.

“Thank you, how was qually?” You ask.

“Could have been better, could have been worse” he admits looking down. He then tells you all about his frustrations with the car this season and he feels pretty helpless when it comes to advising Lewis who is getting more and more hot headed as the season progresses.

“Well I made your favourite!” You grin showing him the famous Victoria Sponge you’d made on the cooking show.

“Oh fuck, I love you!” He grins before directing you over to the car to get you both back to the hotel as soon as possible so he can have some of the delicacy in the tin on your lap.

y/user

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y/user: Racing in Miami

Come make lunch with me for my husband who doesn’t go to Mercedes Hospitality for some reason!

Round Five 🇺🇸 My husbands been getting fussier. Now in the homeland where there is no cuisine … we’ve gone for the requested creature comforts. From Breakfast to Lunch here are Peter’s faves!

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peter.bonn: best waffles ever 🧇

“Thank you, I think I really needed that meal! As much as love the differentiation with this global skills challenge. I needed something to remind me of home! The waffles were perfect. And my favourite Sandwich? I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for Monaco next week!” He grins happily. Loving that you were cooking him something for every race.

“Ooo that reminds me. I picked you up these” you grin. Out from your bag you pull out a box of American Candy that he always wanted whenever you guys were in the states.

“In Moderation okay? Toto will murder me if he knows all these desserts are happening!” You smile kissing him before placing the sweets in his hand.

You had big plans for Monaco and you couldn’t wait!

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[yawneon]

percy will a s/o that’s always sleeping🫶

BLUE - NOISE

a/n : this is so bad 😭😭😭

pairing : in love!percy jackson x hermes kid!reader

summary : in which percy jackson has his best birthday yet.

!!! : praying for more reqs, this one is so cute, i try my best 😞, maybe the plot was the friends we made along the way, unspecified demigod reader, book percy, ooc camp, i wanted it to be rainy in camp so ITS GOINF TO RAIN 🤬, the curse of never being able to write alot returns, THIS IS SO BAD

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people at camp could’ve sworn there had been a mix up in olympus.

you. an hermes child? what a laugh.

you had to be a kid of hypnos. you slept so much, how couldn’t you? genuinely you couldn’t peel yourself off your bed like ever. everyone in camp knew, you were the person in cabin 11 that won’t get out bed if not needed. alcoholics had alcohol, gamblers had casinos but you… you had something far more worse.

you had the (in your humble opinion) the most comfortable bed in all of camp. sure, it wasn’t a 5 star hotel quality but shit was it good.

and more importantly it was the beds fault that you were oh so tired all the time and you just needed to sleep more than half the day.

everyone else couldn’t care less.. your siblings would just give you a small glance before ignoring you because honestly it was more surprising to see you awake! and trust me when you started dating percy.. did this get worse.

whatever you thought about having the best bed in camp was trampled on and thrown over a cliff edge the moment you laid in percy’s bed.

not only was his bed adorned with comfortable sheets and pillows his cabin was quiet.

-

percy didn’t understand however.

how on earth could you sleep when you have the most handsome and amazing boyfriend in all of the whole universe??

he has whined and frowned at you multiple times but you’ve slickly avoided his dramatics by lathering him up with sweet and sappy comments like “im dreaming of you~” that make annabeth and grover cringe at when he goes and boasts to them.

but today,

today you couldn’t avoid the dread of getting out of bed.

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you stood at the foot of his bed holding a plate of waffles, blue ones. it was far too early for you, (it was 8am) but it was percy’s birthday. you weren’t going to neglect your boyfriend because gods you would never hear the end of it. so you decided to go against your force of nature and got up to whip up a batch of waffles for him.

despite it being the midst of summer rain pelted down against the hard exterior of cabin 3. it didn’t rain usually in camp, the rain would usually just pass right by but maybe the gods were arguing again and the storm was especially hard this day.

sluggishly you drag your feet to stand beside the bed in which percy sleeping.

you wished that was you.

the plate adorning the blue waffles are set down on his bedside table and you place a gentle hand on his shoulder shaking him. despite your (sucky) efforts he doesn’t stir awake.

you grab his arm now with both hands and you shake him harder than before and finally does he grumble awake.

he looks up at you, confused.

“happy birthday, idiot” you pick up and hold the plate of waffles up so he could see them a tired but sweet look on your face. he sits up on his elbows and a dopey smile appears on his face, a very common smile he shines when he looks at you.

“this all for me?” percy sits up fully now taking the plate from you and he smiles bigger now gaining his full conscious. he pats the empty side of the bed next to him and you basically throw yourself into the white sheets.

despite the innate need to sink further in and take ahold of the sleep thats so desperately trying to drag you down you sit up and watch him. “you’re up, today.” percy teases, his shoulder nudging yours.

“just shut up and eat your breakfast.” you laugh softly amused by his jokes.

he begins gobbling the waffles down, scoffing down the cream on top and cleaning the plate of any remains of food. it was actually very impressive how well he ate all of it.

percy’s eyes trail to the window of his cabin his eyes watching as the raindrops pelt down at the glass and the sound of the rain hitting the walls and roof echo loudly.

-

percy places the plate back onto the bedside and looks out the window. “say aye if your in to stay home all day?” he peeks at you, another dopey smile that you just couldn’t resist is painted on his face.

you didn’t even reply to him, your arm snakes around his collarbone and you basically slump him into bed. you both lay on your back and then percy starts talking.

he always did this. percy would talk and talk and talk while you laid next to him, even if you were asleep he would keep going. just the feeling of having you next to him was comfortable so he would talk about all different kinds of things and today wasn’t any different.

you however wanted to listen to him today but oh geez was it hard.

again it wasn’t your fault that his voice was smooth and calming to listen to even of he was talking about how he fell one time and scraped his knee when he was 7. it was like ypur white noise. you already slept a fuck-ton and having a boyfriend with the most sweetest voice was not helping you.

he held your hand as he laid next to you, his eyes tracing every detail of the ceiling as his fingers dance along your palm. he starts telling you all about how his first quest went. a story you’ve heard over.. and over and over again.

“when i started my quest..” blah blah blah.

your eyes shut and all you could focus on was his voice and the noise of water hitting the window panes. his hand was warm in yours and with his free hand percy pulls the covers over the both of you so only your heads were poking out. he slips his arm under your head and his other hand grabs yours again as he keeps rambling on.

before you could fully drift off you turn into him, you could feel his eyes on you as he watches you shift and his words pause for a moment.

“i love you.” he whispers, hoping that you were asleep. you smile into his skin, a clear sign you were still all there.

“i love you too, happy birthday percy.” you half open your eyes you pull his face down by grabbing his cheeks and you kiss under his eye before moving back down.

percy flashes his signature smile before his story changes from his quest to tell you about how on his 9th birthday his mom baked him a blue cake and how it was awesome. you make a mental note to yourself before drifitng off.

you dreamt of percy that night.

let me rephrase that.

you dream of percy.

you dream of him even though he is yours.

his pretty green eyes, his black hair, his sandy skin on the beach. but more often than not you dream of him like how you are now.

cuddled up beside you, warm under the covers as he tells you about all kinds of things like how he thinks the universe was made.

you dream about him dreaming of you which you know he does (since he tells you).

you dream about the way he wants you despite your sleeping routines, you dream about the way he calls you his sleeping beauty.

yet all those dreams are the reality you live. maybe missing a few hours off of slumber isn’t all that bad when your spending it with the boy you see when you close your eyes.

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@yawneon

[burntb4bydoll]

georg x fem reader based on this video, where reader is in the band and they are dating, and they go on a date and it ends up on tokio hotel tv :)

him and gustav deserve so much more omg

THIS IS MY FAV VIDEO OF HIM HES SO SILLY

Georg Listing x fem!reader

Warnings: none!

Everyone was feeling a little sluggish today, tired from performing all the time. Gustav and Georg planned to go to breakfast but Gustav ended up oversleeping. He had suggested that you three go shopping, but Georg wanted to do something fun. You and Georg were the only other ones feeling rested enough to go out and do something, so Georg suggested that you go on a sightseeing date. Of course, you had security guards and a few other members from the Tokio Hotel team Tag along for safety purposes.

“Come on, y/n. You walk so slow!” Georg teases. You walk a little faster, putting up your middle finger at him playfully.

“Its not my fault you speed walk everywhere! Im walking at a perfectly normal pace, thank you very much.” He rolls his eyes at you, laughing a little as he watches you quickly walk over to him. When you finally catch up to him, he brings his hand up to cup your cheek,

“Im just messing with you, babydoll.” He presses a soft kisses your nose, causing your face to scrunch up slightly. “Come on, I wanna go see all the tourist spots.” He grabs your wrist and gently pulls you to walk alongside him with a grin plastered on his face. The camera person who was filming for Tokio Hotel TV was following close behind, attempting to get a good angle of you two together.

Once you reached the bridge Georg pulled you into his side and took in the sight in front of him. He had pulled out his camera and started to take some pictures.

“Y/n! Let me take a picture of you, you look so pretty today.” A smile slowly crept onto your face at your boyfriends sweet words. He always insists on taking pictures of you, its one of his favorite things to do. He took a step back from you to get your whole body in the frame.

“How should I pose? Im so bad at taking pictures I don’t know what to do!” You laughed, shaking your head a little to fix your hair. The sound of his camera goes off before you even posed. “Georg! I wasn’t ready!” You giggled, leaning closer to look at the picture he had taken.

“So? The best kind of pictures are when your caught off guard, look.” He turns the camera towards you to show you the picture. Your hair was blowing and you had a big smile on your face. “See? You look so beautiful. My pretty girl.” Georg tilts your head up to kiss your lips for a second before the camera person starts to laugh.

“You guys are so cute! No wonder the fans love you!”

[v5b5]

I had a request of Carlitos after AO, just felling exhausted and confessing his fellings because he just wants you to be with him. BUT I ELIMINATED ACCIDENTALLY, IM REALLY SORRY. 😭😭

Btw, I'm still taking requests, so you're free and welcome to ask whatever you want.

Warnings: bad mental health/extremely exhausted Carlos.

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You had known Carlos since you both were 18, and always had an especial connection, but you never saw it like anything romantic. For the last 2 years of friendship, you tried to accompany him to some tournaments, so you were now in Melbourne, Australia. Watching his matches and eating sushi the night before. Even though you have been friends for years, a few months ago, you started to realize that this was probably love, because no one travels around the whole world just to support a friend every time they ask for, no?.

But you ignored the fact that his eyes were always on you, and every little thing you do. But now you guys were so distracted to think about stupid theories like those. The night before his match with Zverev, he invited you to eat sushi as usual, but when you arrived at his hotel room you noticed, it was just him.

"It's just you and me?". You ask certainly confused. You entered his room and sat at the edge of his bed. He wasn't a very messy person, but he had a bit of clothes around the room, his suitcase on the floor full of things and the door of the bathroom open, from where you could feel the humidity of a recently used shower, and you could also tell from his semi-wet hair.

"Yes, you wanted to invite someone else?". He asks a bit concerned, you know him very well, he's much of a people pleaser, so you have to reassure him. "No... It's good to be just us". You say with a sweet smile and looking around. "The sushi is almost here". He says looking down at you. "It's ok, I'm not that hungry". You answer sweetly not to worry him. "What about we watch a movie while eating?". You propose with a smile. "Sounds good". He answered with his big representative smile.

Then you took the TV remote and started sapping, and you decided to watch a rom-com. During the dinner, you started to feel very cold, cause Carlos loved to have the A.C at its lowest temperature, and you loved it too, but the humidity from the bathroom didn't help with the cold. Carlos noticed that and hugged you from your shoulders. "Are you cold?". He asked in a whisper near your lobe, you could feel his warmth, it made you feel safe and cozy. "Yes, a little." You answer blushing a little. Then Carlos got up from bed and opened his suitcase and took out one of his Nike favorite hoodies, a very classic but pretty white hoodie with a little logo of a colorful tennis court. "Here, have it". He Said sweetly and extended it to you. You took it and put it on, it was cozy, you could smell his scent. "thanks", you limit yourself to say. The night was amazing, so wonderful that Carlos stayed awake thinking about the situation he was in with his relationship with you, a difficult one... A platonic romantic friendship.

The next day, he was extremely tired, he even fell asleep while eating breakfast. So by the time of the match, he was exhausted physically. He lost the match, for way too much difference. He felt stupid, not enough. He had already tried to improve those aspects of self-sabotage with his psychologist, but today was not his day to think about that. He was destroyed, he felt like nothing.

So when he got to his room, he limited himself to throw his bags to the floor and do the same with his "useless" body. But suddenly he heard a knock, a special one, one that only y/n used with her loved ones. It was something little but he was a person of details, and he liked to remember that kind of things. He wasn't good with birthdays, words or dancing, nor even signing, but learning little details of his loved ones was definitely his thing, it was his way to show love and this was her little detail to remember. He got up from the cold floor and walked a few steps towards the door, his eyes were red from some sobbing on the way to his room, but he felt strong enough to face y/n. He opened the door and just threw himself into her arms, and started sobbing. "I'm sorry". She said sweetly while caressing his nape. "you made everything you could". "No, I didn't made enough". He said to her and also for himself to hear. "of course you did, sometimes it is good to know our limits, maybe your body was just... Exhausted". She says trying her best to comfort him. He picked her up, and carried her to his bed. He jumped to bed with her in his arms. He just wanted to cuddle. "I think I need you... I can't hide it anymore". He says in a sweet voice. "I know you feel it too, I can see it in your eyes". He says looking Deeply into her eyes. "I know you think we guys never notice, but I do". He says before caressing her hand. "Be my girlf..." He couldn't even finish the sentence because you were already kissing him in a sweet subtly way.

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I'm finally done, I was so tired with uni that I didn't have time to write. But I'm here... Hope you like it. I made a big effort to write this and not to fall asleep while doing it. IM SO TIRED.

BTW

PLEASE LEAVE MORE REQUESTS

[godblessyoublackemperor]

cw suicide

welp, exactly a month since i tried to die.

that was how the people in the psych ward phrased it, when i tried to explain what had happened:

feral psych ward teen: "why... are you here?"

me: [gestures to bandaged arm, mimes slashing motions]

feral psych ward teen: "ah, you tried to die"

[chorus of understanding nods from the rest of the room]

something about that felt like a more honest? way of expressing it, it felt like suicide was like a word made safe & harmless, hard to talk about but easily packaged away under a single term.

easily dismissed, easily put up on a high shelf to think about later. if you tried to die, you wrestled with a sequence of circumstances and decisions & feelings, and eventually arrived at that, the last option.

i returned from the strange fever of dream of terror and healing to face the aftermath of my attempt to die. i found myself on the outside of a social group i had once considered mine, people who had come to my wedding no longer wanted to know me, and in a way it felt like i had succeeded in my attempt.

my wife was the first to reach out, a day after as i sat groggily at the breakfast table in ward 3 of szpital nowowiejski. Some others followed, people who saw the nuance that others either couldn't or refused to, but the first person to make contact, and in the beginning the most understanding, was the person i had hurt the most.

i am more grateful to her than i can say for that gesture of re-establishing, and to all the people since who found room for me to exist for them, you know who you are and i appreciate it immensely.

i am still largely exterior to everything currently, still at the beginning of recovery. i still on most days feel like i succeeded in that bath in a warsaw hotel room, like im now haunting the ruins of my former life.

there's some hope to be found in dates with cham, writing letters to friends, doing pottery, walking dogs. i have my first ever mental health assessment tomorrow. every day is an effort to maintain that hope, but i think in the circumstances i am probably allowed to find it hard.

im really glad i have 5 hours of pottery booked today.

[shelly-ya]

SHELLY I FIGURED IT OUT :D

so my birthday is in like 3 and a half weeks still but idc i have been thinging of a request for u to awesomely write for the past 2 days i kid you not

SO how about smut with mikey? i don't honestly care what it is, but I am craving him rn let me tell you!! You always write him so well omg

stay hydrated, eat, and tell your baby I'm sending her smooches! <3

Okies Imma give you the smuttiest birthday ever baby. Happy early birthday I'm aiming for long story here. I hope you enjoy it. Ofcourse I will give her those smooches and well I am working on. Eating and drinking on time.

Rated 18+ for sex unprotected sex. Just don't read it if you 18 minor...

Bonten Mikey x minx birthday fic

She woke up slamming her hand on the alarm clock. *groaning*

"Why? Why is the alarm on today?" Minx asked angrily

"Oh that's me I have a meeting this morning" Mikey said getting up she felt the bed moving as he did so.

"What?! Meeting" she shoots up. "But today is...."

"A normal day... minx I have meetings everyday" he speaks with no emotion as he steps in the bathroom.

"But.. **groans**" drops back in bed pulling. The blanket over her head.

"You going to spend the day in bed all day?"

"Day off"

"Again... are you spending the day in bed all day?"

"No Im having breakfast with my friends"

"And?"

*drops blanket and glare at him* "I was going to spend the rest of the day with you but you have meetings"

"A normal day minx"

"Go to work and leave me alone"

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"Let me think... yes"

*his phone beeps* "you're lucky we'll deal with this later"

"You're lucky we'll deal with this later" she mocked him as he was walking out the door in his suit and undone tie.

"I heard that minx" she heard before the front door close.

Mumbling to her self she got up and got ready for her day.

Timeskip

Minx's morning was spent with her friends for breakfast and now she was back at her shared room with Mikey at the hotel. The room was quiet and seemed lonely. Sighing she slunk down on the couch and whispered to herself.

"Happy birthday to me yay" she said in a monotone. The bedroom door opened and closed catching her attention. Turning she saw Mikey coming out fixing his tie and a woman following behind him.

"Hello?"

"Minx what are you doing here?" Mikey. Asked surprised

"Um let me see, let me see, oh yeah right I live here"

"I mean I thought you had a breakfast thing"

"I did. who's that and why was she in MY bedroom"

"My personal assistant"

"Oh PERSONAL assistant... how personal and what assistance"

Mikey furrows his eyebrows and realization hits "wait no no it's not what it looks like"

"So what is it?"

"Oh god it's not what you think just trust me"

"*blinks* I thought you had a meeting?!"

"I did"

"In MY bedroom"

"I should go" the personal assistant said.

"Start running chica" minx grumbled rolling up her sleeves. Causing the sound of the tok tok of the assistant's heal to speed off out the apartment. Causing Mikey to grab minx at from behind.

"Now now darling please calm down"

"I can't believe this my man cheats on my birthday couldn't you wait any other day!" Minx was trying to get out of his vice grip.

"I wasn't cheating just here me out"

"Go on I'm listening"

"We were preparing your birthday gift from me"

"Huh?" She stops when she heard that "in... our... bedroom?"

"Yes minx" he looked like he was genuinely telling the truth. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon though"

"What is it show me" she huffed and placed her hands on her hips. He walks to the bedroom expecting her to follow him. To which she did warily. Once. The door opened she was surprised the whole bedroom redecorated in party supplies and balloons...

"Did you rob a party store?"

"No I bought these things..."

"You bought the whole store"

"Hmm not a bad idea"

"NO!" Mind felt his arms around her middle from behind.

"Happy birthday minx" his hot breathe on her neck

"I really thought you forgot"

"Ofcourse not" He caressed her body giving gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"Best birthday gift ever" turning in his arms she faces him brushing his white hair from his eyes "i love you bonten king"

"Hmm same here bonten queen" he smirked

"No say the three words or we stand here forever"

"*sigh* I love you to my bonten queen" (my notes I squealed so hard) they finally shared in that passionate kiss they craved for. His hands moving to quickly remove her clothing. The sound of wet sloppy kisses and clothes ripping we're the only sounds heard. Minx giggled when he pushed her to the bed and then pulled his tie and jacket off. Pulling on his shirt he ripped the buttons open.

"Happy birthday to the sexiest woman alive" he let out animalistic growl as he lowered himself on her pressing himself onto her. Kissing and hands roaming. Wrapping her bare legs around his waist. Pushing up a little he admire her

"What?"

"Nothing just thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful light in my dark dreary life." He pressed forward again.

His right hand on her chest as he moved his left between her legs pressing on the sweet knob ever so slightly. He decided he should insert two fingers as he devoured her mouth with kisses. (My note. Not me screaming like a 16 year old)

Once he thought she was ready he removed his pants she heard the belt unbuckling and zip going down.

"What no oral?"

"Later need you now" he absentmindedly stroked himself a few times before lining up. "Besides we have the whole day and night" as he pushed in slowly allowing her to adjust to him. Giving the nod of approval he moved slowly at first his hands on her hips holding her steady so he can set his rhythm. The sounds of moans, groans and flesh slapping flesh were heard. Their heavy breathing joined the symphony. As they continued their intimate dance. She welcomed his weight on her it felt delicious and perfect. He enjoyed how her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him ever so deeper into her. Sweat gathered on their bodies as they chased that high.

"Oh minx too good"

Her mind already shut of with the passion as she can't form words. Eyes rolled in her head as she enjoyed that high. That didn't stop him he pushed forward more helping her reach that high. Snaking his hand between them he pushed on the knob sending her over the edge. Once he felt that squeeze around him he let out one more loud groan as he emptied himself. Dropping down ok her slowing his movement.

"Yeah... so... That... happened..." Mikey chuckled.

"You know how to ruin a mood don't you" minx retorted with an eye roll...

"Yeah I do..." Kissing her nose "happy birthday my queen"

*HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO A WONDERFUL PERSON. I LOVE OUR CONVERSATIONS AND DISCUSSIONS. MAY YOU HAVE MANY MANY MORE TO COME.*

Banner is from @benkeibear

[keefwho]

February 02 - 2024 Friday

11:54pm

5.5/10

This morning I put away my drinks and folded my clothes. I made a bologna sandwich and rice for breakfast. I played a little Kerbal while it cooked instead of watching stuff I'm not even interested in.

Work was work. Warmed up with more pony sketches, worked on the pony commission again.

I finally did another workout today and watched CityPlannerPlays stream while on the treadmill. I took care of myself in the shower even though Im trying to make a rule not to do it unless Im really sold on it but I wanted to treat myself.

For lunch I made my soup but not so spicy this time. I told this person sleepyturkey I'd be on during lunch to chat but she was already off to go see a comedy show.

While doing a valentines commission for 570, I invited Rousso to chill with me in a TDS vc. I had planned to stay there while I did all my work but Daisy was ready to watch the new Hazbin Hotel so I left for that. They were good episodes but I still feel like the whole show was rushed. Daisy left to get ready for a vaporwave event in her city. I spent a little over an hour working on my project.

I opened a drink and tried out a new strategy in Steel Division which was working and I had fun. I had my fill and watched the Tell your Tale episodes I missed. Then I got on VRchat. I thought about joining TDS briefly like I said I might but I didn't want to. I joined Space Rangers for a little bit. I was a warthog gunner for Ena and then we went to a made in abyss world where Ena carried me and others on her little table avatar. I left to join David who was hosting a movie night shortly after. Goodtimes joined and I talked with him until getting off. His friends joined too.

Daisy got home and I played a little Kingdom Hearts for her in bed. I beat Hercules while she was asleep.

Today I was trying to come to terms with how empty and terrible I feel. I spent a good while just writing down lots of things I could remember about my life because of how disconnected I feel from myself and my past. It kinda helped. Talking in VR helped because I wasn't wearing a mask having a "good" time like usual. We were talking about real stuff and I need more of that. I don't like pretending Im okay, its not enjoyable ever. The truth is I'm a wreck and I need people that are okay with that while I get better.

[jay-scenarios]

Concert Trip Round 2✨

My turn! It’s a year since we said goodbye here in Cali, but this time I’m coming to you. I don’t know if you expect me to do one of these or not, but I am. I’m so excited. I’ve never been so excited to wake up at 6 AM to the point where I woke up at 3 and 5:45 AM and only needed the first alarm to wake me up. As I’m writing this, I’m putting my laptop into my bag and getting dressed and ready to see you shortly, and I’m sending you my flights to track me as I get to you.

I’ve made it to the gate. I’ve eaten breakfast and had a coffee. They’re still boarding the flight before mine. I have over an hour to wait for the first flight. It feels like I’m dreaming, and you and I are talking about how you were here just a year ago today. I’ve never seen the airport so quiet and serene, so I feel like it’ll be a good day. I’ll be writing until they call for me.

Well, I guess I spoke too soon. The flight got cancelled, but luckily I got moved to another flight. It’s not the best, I have a five hour layover now, but at least I’ll still make it there, even if it’s 5 hours later. Guess I have to find a way to entertain myself today.

Alrighty I’ve made my way to Vegas. I was greeted with slot machines right at the gate and it gave me whiplash honestly. Having never been to Vegas before, I might play, but I’m not too sure. The airport is huge though! Walked a good ten minutes from gate to gate, with countless slot machines and a deep swarm of people. I have a good 4 hours left to kill, so I’ll eat slowly before heading back to my gate to try and kill my time lol

I’m about halfway thru the flight now. Vegas airport made my head hurt, but everyone knew it wouldn’t really be my thing. My phone says 7:36, but that’s still PST and I don’t know what time zone I’m in right now. Probably central. The guy next to me is pretty cool. Told me about his book and likes to crack jokes. 10/10 person to be next to tbh. I can’t wait to see you, and I’m strangely energized after resting my eyes at takeoff. I don’t think I fell asleep but either way is fine. I just want to be there to see you already. Even if all we do is drive to the hotel and sleep since it’ll be late. Just being with you again is going to be so refreshing.

I DID IT, IM HERE. AND AFTER A LONG ASS DAY, WE MADE IT TO THE HOTEL. YOURE IN THE PJS AND WE DID IT. It just feels normal ngl, like this is how it was supposed to be the whole time. Like we were meant to just have beds next to each other and be able to just scream at each other irl instead of through message. It just feels RIGHT. Anyway, good night love. You need sleep like now bc you wake up soon. I love you so much and I’m so glad I was able to get here. Have good Yunho dreams. See you in a few hours 💖

[namuneulbo]

week seventy-two

ill tell u some highlights and then a longer conclusion of this weekend.

- won music quiz! free cider!

- restarted animal crossing!

- messaged walmart gerard again, hoping hell see it TT

went to umeå to write the swedish scholastic aptitude test. the travelling was so tiring TT i drove to the port (w mom ofc, i dont have my license yet) and we arrived just in time bc the check-in ended at 16:15 and we got there 16:16 and they were luckily nice enough to let me check in TT i did surprisingly well considering i tend to get anxious on ferries lol

like, 25 minutes before we were arriving to the port in sweden, i went to the info desk to ask ab how the buses worked and stuff and the guy there said i had to book it three hours before... i got so nervous ab not getting back but i ended up just waiting w everyone for the bus later and the bus driver allowed me to just buy a ticket right on the bus so ferry person lied to me.

anyways, i was just very happy i got to go on but once we arrived in umeå i still had quite a long walk from the bus stop to my hotel but thankfully it was more central than i thought it would be bc i was prepared to sob from being alone in the dark in some weird alleys or something. i arrived and the hotel was actually really nice and my nose started to bleed like a minute after walking into my room lol ALSO my room was on the highest floor, floor seven??? thats kinda epic.

slept horribly and my neighbours being incredibly loud did not help at all. i woke up a bunch of time as well bc i was terrified of sleeping through my alarm. i didnt get to have proper breakfast either bc breakfast opened at 7:30 and i had to leave at 7:40.

five tests ! math - math - swe/eng - math - swe/eng. i was surprised i didnt absolutely die. one of the assistants were cute and they were the one to like always hand out papers on my side of the room.

after having done all the tests on no proper food i walked back to the hotel, ordered max and just relaxed until i went to bed at like,, 22:00. i slept a littleeee better this time but still horribly. i usually sleep so well at hotels but i think it was just the circumstances, yk, being scared of not waking up in time and missing the test and the bus to the port.

i also matched w a kurtis conner lookalike but they have not messaged me since last night and im gonna sob they were the one fr (apart from walmart gerard he will always be The 1 4 me). we talked ab tattoos bc i messaged them first, complimenting their patchwork sleeves and they jokingly replied w “thanks! i like yours too!” (for context, i do not have any tattoos). i asked them what their fav tattoo of theirs were and they were like “idc, i really like all of them but maybe the one on my stomach” and i was like “ooo what do u have on ur stomach?” and they just... never replied. i am truly so sad, they were so cute.

today is sunday, as it always is when im writing these posts. i got up 30 minutes before my alarm rang and got ready to go down for breakfast. had scrambled eggs, pancakes, bread and half a banana. i forgot to take juice and the  scrambled eggs tasted ass. went back up to my room and did my makeup. my eyeliner turned out flawless on the first try on BOTH SIDES. i slayed putting on lipstick as well. right now im on the ferry. i had the same mozzarella sandwich i did on the way here and had pepsi max w it again too. i did actually look for some chocolate at the shop but they had no good stuff that wasnt ridiculously expensive.

sotw: the smiths - that joke isnt funny anymore

[outta-trouble]

omg you have me dying i just turned up my phone to listen to music cuz its 3am and had the urge to go to tumblr after a brainstorm for a fic im planning about these three then said

Ok i know how i want to do this, but wouldn't it be weird if a polyamorous relationship started from a f/m relationship that liked another person, like it looks so much like those fetish novels where "woman opens the marriage, then her man leaves her for the other person" (i think I've seen one of them once, on hazbin hotel appleradio)

So i said "what if they been together for around month and half" and they just explode and snap i love you so much but theres this guy they cry then they realise its the same guy who they both are down bad for

Also, i think I'll make them asexual and somewhere in the arospec, you know like "i love you, cuddles and things™" but not too much, idk if i explain im kinda cupiorom or arospec

also, they will talk about boundaries

and this idea came to me and i quote as:

sonic: so what you do if any limits are traspassed

shadow: i can manage telling amy off bcs shes kind (and things im dyin while i write this amy's so aaaa), but I'll stare into your fucking soul hoping you realise what of my limits you've passed over and burn

(they love each other)

Im bored so screenshot of the thing i did today its like less than 50 words but i had just woken up and breakfasting when a neighbor came into my house and bought a pieces of cake and chicken turnovers (WHICH I LOVED TYSM LAURA I WAS STARVING) bc her sons birthday had been the same day as my mom's(?)(i didn't understand very well i was busy dissociating or sum) and i had to leave it bcs we pulled a party later on the day

yes if you notice the first chapter will be a house date to cuddle, do their nails and watch legally blonde (the movie) and probably any movie of disney/a person moving to new york/teenage movies and then while they at it they will go at the same time "u know i know someone and uuuhhh..." And then look at each other like

"U TOO GIRLIE? UR SO FR"

and thats what i have planned that i remember rn

There will be jiffy pop

popcorn i like to say jiffy pop cuz of heathers

the sonamydow trope I'm tryna do is 24/7 in my head like (on chat)

sonic: u know I'd like to try clothes, it's annoying that just women can look pretty on outfits

amy: did you just say u want to go shopping to me

sonic: ...

amy: say no and ill steal ur kneecaps

amy: im in your fucking walls sonic the hedgehog don't try anything funny

[theworldofotps]

Are These Cute? (Drabble Part One)

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader Word Count: 763 Description: Rhea is given the chance to help y/n with a interesting problem.

Part Two

Huge thanks to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for helping me settle on an idea and @damnnhausen for answering questions I had xx

Also my first proper Rhea fic so I hope I did her justice ______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @damnnhausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @mcreignsera @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______

“What plans do you have today?” 

Looking up from her coffee Rhea smiles at Damian shrugging. 

“I’ll probably just hang out in my room or maybe text y/n see if she wants to hang out.”

Ignoring his smirk, Rhea shoved his shoulder as she finished her breakfast. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” 

“Like what? I just looked at you. I can't help it that you’re thinking that I meant something.”

“You’re full of shit.” 

“I just don’t see why you don’t tell y/n you have the hots for her. I think she’d be flattered and may even feel the same way.”

“We don’t know if she likes me that way so I’m not going to tell her anything. Don’t worry about it D, I’m happy with just being friends.” 

Rhea is thankfully saved from any further questions when his phone rings. Waving as he walks off to answer it, Rhea takes her drink and heads back to her hotel room. Sitting on the bed scrolling through her phone Rhea can’t help but think about what Damian said. Maybe she should tell you, but the fear of your reaction being one of disgust kept her from saying anything. 

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.”

Rhea reaches over to grab her phone when your ringtone goes off, shaking her head at the swirl in her stomach she clicks the message.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Rheaaaaaa

Goth Wife💋🖤: Whaaaaat?

Y/n/n⚰️🖤:  I’m bored entertain me plz

Goth wife💋🖤: What are you doing?

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Well I just got back from shopping

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: I got some new undergarments and I’m trying to decide if they’re cute or not

Rhea rereads the message and rubs a hand over her face. 

Goth Wife💋🖤: Why buy them if you weren’t sure about them being cute?

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Just second-guessing myself is all :/

Goth Wife💋🖤: I’m sure they’re fine mate don’t stress so much about it

Goth Wife💋🖤: And if it’s really bugging you ask one of the girls to give their opinion or something

Y/n/n⚰️🖤 is typing…

Watching the bubbles Rhea gets up going to the fridge to grab a water bottle, she knew how much y/n liked feeling confident in what she wore. Picking her phone up as she sips her drink she chokes when she reads over the reply.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: You’re one of my best friends can you just give me your opinion?

No no she couldn’t…Well they weren’t in the same room so she should be able to handle it. Biting her lip she thinks for a few moments more before typing and hitting send.

Goth Wife💋🖤: Sure why not

“Please don’t let me regret this decision.”

She mumbles flopping onto the bed and staring up at the ceiling she could do this, just give her honest opinion on the undergarments. Then find another subject to talk about.

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Thank you babes!

*Images attached*

Looking at the first four images Rhea hums thoughtfully she personally wouldn’t pick the colors you had but they were pretty cute. 

Goth Wife💋🖤: I wouldn’t pick those colors personally but for  you, I think they would be great they’re cute colors and the designs on the red and green are sexy without being too over the top

Opening the last picture causes Rhea’s heartbeat to pick up as she looked over the photo. It was one of you in your hotel mirror a black lace pair of panties sat low on your hips. The small white bow in the front added a little pop of color. But what really got her was the fact you were wearing one of her merch shirts as a crop top. A dangerously high crop top, the shirt just barely managed to cover your chest. A smirk was gracing your lips as you looked at the mirror.

She could feel her face heating up as she took a few breaths to steady herself, the rush of arousal was one she quickly tried to push away. 

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: You still there? Is that not a cute one?

Goth Wife💋🖤:  Yeah I’m still here 

Goth Wife💋🖤: They’re very cute um and nice shirt by the way haha 

You were going to be the death of her and she damn well knew it, she shouldn’t have agreed to this. Should have known it would only lead to trouble. 

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Thanks it’s just my lounge shirt

Goth Wife💋🖤: Cute but yeah your choices are great nice uh colors and such

Y/n/n⚰️🖤: Thanks! The next time I go shopping I’ll just have to either bring you along or model them for you in person 😌 

[missblissy]

Please Alastor trying to figure out why his s/o is upset and trying to cheer them up.

Ps. Love your blog!!

((Thank you so much nonny!! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you all!! I love ya'll so much :'D Don't ever stop sending in the alastor asks. Im such a slut for Al ya'll know I'm only here for the stinky deer))

You had been ignoring him all day... Well... Maybe not ignoring him exactly. But it certainly felt like you were. Alastor found it odd and rather unspetting that you seemed so distracted by something that wasn't him. He wouldn't admit it, but he was very needy and didn't like it when you paid him little to no attention. He was sitting with you for breakfast, you barely touched your food. You did little to no talking as well. You just started out the tinted red window, looking out into hell and watching the sky grow brighter with the day.

It had finally bothered him enough. Alastor gave a shallow smile and raised his brows, "Everything alright, dear?"

It took about a minute for you to reply, "Hm?" You looked at him slowly then looked back out the window, "Oh," Was all you said. You rested your chin in your hand, leaning on your arm for support, "Yeah, I'm fine,"

Why was it that whenever someone said they're fine... They weren't actually fine. Alastor didn't want to play these games but he knew not to press too much about it, "Are you sure?" He grabbed his warm mug of coffee and brought it to his lips, "You seem down in the dumps."

You spoke as he took a long sip from his mug, "No, I'm just tired-"

"You slept an hour in, though-"

"Alastor. I'm fine. Stop asking." You gave him a hard pointed look, it cut into him far more than he wanted it to. You watched his smile slowly fall, but land at a half-assed and weak smirk.

The rest of breakfast was silent. Neither of you spoke, and after some time you got up and excused yourself. Alastor was left sitting there alone, wondering if he did anything to upset you. He recalled the past 24 hours and couldn't pinpoint anything he might have done, which worried him even more. It didn't seem like you were upset at him, but you were certainly upset about something. He was smart though and knew better than bothering you. In fact, he took this as a chance to spend the day away from you and instead work on a plan to make you smile, if only for a second, that would be enough for him.

He knew that you deeply loved sunsets far more than the regular person. He knew your favorite wine, red wine because you liked to pretend you were drinking blood. He made sure to steal those roses you loved so much from the hotel's courtyard. He had to be careful though, most flowers died the second he touched them, so he was sure to not let that happen. And lastly, you loved ice cream so much that it was almost a sin. Now, Alastor didn't know how to make ice cream but he did buy you some.

And so he waited. He waited all day until the evening sky was just starting to change in hues. Alastor quickly went to work, setting down a blanket and picnic basket full of ice cream and other sweets that you liked, much to his distaste. After that he hunted you down, searching high and low within the hotel. He found you at the bar, resting your head on the counter with a hand wrapped around a whiskey.

"My dear!" Alastor greeted you quickly. He ignored Husk, and ignored his comment about ignoring him, "You haven't been here all day have you?"

You sat up slowly, a deep sadness on your face that broke Alastor's heart, "Yeah... I have."

When Alastor wanted to be pushy, and bossy, he could. He wasn't sure if could do that right now. Something much bigger seemed to be at work here, something he didn't fully understand yet. So he smiled and played his best gentlemen. He bowed, then held out his hand, "My darling, would you come with me, please?"

You wanted to tell him no... But... How could you when he asked so nicely? You drank down the last of your whiskey, slammed the glass on the bar, then stood up, "Alright." You were only slightly drunk, so you stumbled a little.

Alastor was quickly to catch you, and he smoothly said, "Falling for me again, are we now?"

You saw the twinkle in his eye and let the corners of your lips rise ever so slightly, "You dork," You took your hand in his, and twisted your fingers together as he walked you out of the hotel, "Where are we going?"

"Not far," He said, "Just over there." He pointed towards the courtyard.

You looked over and saw quite the little scene. He set up a picnic on the tallest hill overlooking the city as the sun fell below the horizon. He knew you too well, in fact, he knew everything there was to know about you. You let out a little gasp, "Al..." You turned to him and saw his pride beaming out of him brighter than the sun, "You did this?"

"Of course, my dear," He pulled you along then helped you sit down on the blanket. He joined you soon after, sitting close beside you, "I would do anything to see you smile. I would do anything to make you happy."

He really was a nice guy under all those evil threats and murders, wasn't he? You watched as he poured you both a glass of wine. You leaned on him, resting your head on his shoulder, "Thank you, Al... I needed this."

Alastor handed over your glass of wine, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked.

With a heavy sigh you thought about it, then told him, "It's not about what happened. It's about when it happened." He wasn't quite picking up what you were implying. You took a long gulp of your wine and nearly emptied the glass, "Today was my birthday. I know we don't really celebrate those things down here. But... It makes me sometimes wish I wasn't here, and it fills me with regret for ending up here." Alastor listened silently. He flickered his gaze back and forth between you and his own glass of wine. He took a sip, then recalled he didn't even remember his birthday anymore. How bizarre... how could someone forget their birthday? "But..." You suddenly spoke again, "I guess if I never came here, I wouldn't have met you."

You looked up at him and gave him a smile. He felt his radio heart flicker and twitch in his chest until he started to laugh, "Haha- Ah... I guess that's one way of looking at it."

"No- I mean it." You cut him off, trying to be a little more serious, "My life was very... shitty. The nicest part was when I died and I met you. Everything you've done has made my afterlife so much better than what I probably would have been given if I went up there," You both looked up to the sky and saw the little opening in the clouds. Heaven always was looking down on you, watching every move.

"Well," Alastor held his glass up as if he was making a toast, "Happy Birthday, my love, I hope the rest of your night is spent well."

You lifted your glass, then both of you took a long drink from your glass. You leaned into Alastor as close as you could, resting against him and enjoying the soft wave of radio static that flowed from his chest, "Thank you, dear," The two of you stayed there together, watching as the last rays of sunshine washed over the city, leaving it in a glow that almost made it heavenly.

[legends-live-in-memories]

Just Some Guy

AYO im back with day 3! i got nothing else to say :)

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Day 1 2

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: 

Marinette went to school hoping for a normal day.

Instead, she meets her father for the second time. Or perhaps, for the first time.

BD!Bruce Wayne Day 3- Identities

without further ado:

Marinette woke up in the morning with a bad feeling. Nothing was really wrong. She woke up before her alarm and she hadn’t tripped getting out of bed. She finished her homework the night before and hadn’t gotten into any fights all week. And yet, a weight sat in her stomach.

Her mother once said— when she was maybe three years old and landed on her feet when she fell out of a tree she wasn’t supposed to have been climbing— that as she grew up her affinity for the miraculous magic would cause these unfamiliar ‘sensations’ throughout her life. It was more precise than intuition but not nearly as sophisticated as precognition. Her teachers had said she was blessed by the ancestors as most guardians develop this skill only after years of training, not as a young toddler like herself. She knew to trust this feeling. Usually, she knew that this feeling meant something was going to hurt her; except, since living in Paris for a year, this feeling tended to mean that something was going to embarrass her at worst or mildly inconvenience her at best. She hoped it was the latter.

Nothing happened during her normal routine of getting ready and her papa had even made an extra nice breakfast for the family. The weather was perfect and everything seemed to be going right. So why did she have this feeling?

The walk to school was equally mundane and Marinette started to feel jittery. She hadn’t tripped on her way so that wasn’t what was going to go wrong either. Her class was a quiet sea of private conversations. Chloé wasn’t even doing anything beyond tapping on her phone. Though, she wasn’t usually as enthusiastic as she was now. Was that what was going to go wrong?

“Marinette!” her teacher had called. Madame Bustier was an eccentric woman, Marinette had learned. She was only their teacher for a few months but she was someone Marinette grew fond of rather quickly. “I’m glad you’re here early, can you do me a small favor?”

“Of course, Madame.” This was nothing out of place either, the feeling still weighed on her.

“I left some copies of some handouts in the staff room upstairs. Do you think you could fetch them for me?” Standing behind her desk, her posture straight and smile so bright, Marinette found no reason to say no. She agreed without hesitation.

The journey to and from the staff room was, again, uneventful and Marinette was just hoping that whatever Bad Thing that was supposed to happen to her would just occur. The fretting alone is enough to send her to an early grave. Checking on the time back in the class, it was only 8:20. She had the entire day left. Great.

The hours ticked by and it was then the lunch hour. Marinette’s nerves had calmed down in the meantime and she was fidgety for a different reason. Today was Friday and that meant her papa was in charge of her training. The thought alone was enough to lift her spirits. She couldn’t wait to see what he had in store today.

If only she could actually make it back to the bakery. Before anyone could actually leave the class, Chloé commanded the attention of everyone, including Madame Bustier, because she had a ‘special announcement.’

The bad feeling had immediately returned and Marinette felt a chill. This was it. This was what her senses had been preparing her for all day. She looked at Chloé and the curl of her lips, pale lip gloss shining as bright as ever, made a pit open in Marinette’s stomach. She had her undivided attention, hanging off of whatever words she was about to say next.

“A very important guest is in Paris and daddy has agreed that we all get to meet him. Bruce Wayne is coming here today! He’s staying at our hotel—of course— and he agreed to come to the school after lunch to speak to us about business and other boring stuff. All because of me. No need to thank me.” her little speech was decorated with self-congratulatory hair flips and pats on her own shoulder. None of it mattered to Marinette, however. Her brain was too busy rebooting. All her trepidation and egg-shell walking… for this? For this person? He was clearly important if not for Chloé saying as such then for the background chatter of her classmates but it all meant nothing to Marinette. Because…

Because…

Who the heck was Bruce Wayne?

Why would some old businessman want to speak to a bunch of twelve year olds? Well, he was staying at the mayor’s hotel, he probably didn’t have much of a say in the matter. Whatever the mayor’s precious daughter wants she gets. Too bad this man got dragged along for the whole ordeal. But that doesn’t explain why this was what set off her nerves. What could possibly happen in meeting this guy? Marinette could only wait until after the lunch hour to figure out.

Her excitement for her papa’s training was overshadowed by her dread. She could barely focus, distracted by her own hyper-aware senses. The trek back to school was slow, Marinette tried to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible, but she was facing her classroom door too quickly for her tastes. The chatter of her classmates beyond the door, Madame Bustier trying to control the noise, and a deep chuckle that cut through the cacophony, did nothing but make Marinette wish to be able to turn back and run home.

Could she call in sick?

Run away only to return on Monday?

No, a voice rang, her father’s voice, in her head. The only way out is through. Those were his words and Marinette wasn’t going to chicken out on meeting some stranger just because her gut feeling was warning her about something. Whatever it was, she’ll face head-on. She’s the daughter of freaking Batman after all.

She took a deep breath, mind made up, and opened the door with more bravado than she actually had.

Too bad she overestimated how much force she actually needed and accidentally slammed the door open. What was once a rowdy classroom was now a silent audience, peering as Marinette made a rather grand entrance. The tall figure standing next to Madame Bustier had the most unnerving gaze. She was transfixed. Mesmerized. She stared at the visitor, tall and broad, with swept back hair and a pair of baby blue eyes. She knew that face. She knew those eyes!

There were only two times she saw eyes that blue; in her own reflection and in the face of her father. Who was Batman. But… also this Bruce Wayne guy? What?

That’s not right. She would have known if her father was in the city and she most definitely would have known if her father was some guy named Bruce Wayne. Right?

At least her bad feeling was gone.

But why was he here? And why was he still staring at her?

“Going to become part of the decoration, Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé’s snark cut into the silence and called her attention away from her maskless father. That was when she noticed that she was still standing in the doorway. With everyone still staring at her.

She scurried to the back of the classroom to her seat in record speed, not meeting anyone’s eye, ignoring any snickering directed at her.

“Well, class now that everyone is here,” Marinette cheeks felt warm at her teacher’s comment, “Allow me to introduce you all to Mr. Bruce Wayne, owner and CEO of Wayne Enterprises.”

Oh, her father was someone rich then.

“Thank you, Madame. I will admit I was surprised that the mayor personally asked me to be here on such short notice but,” that was her father’s voice but it was the gruff tones she had heard when they met. This was airy, and approachable. “But seeing all of you here today, definitely made it worth it.”

It was so weird.

Marinette didn’t pay attention to anything he said during his visit, and after he left, with an indecipherable, lingering look in her direction, she felt like she could breathe again for the first time in forever. Watching the stone cold Batman prance around, engaging with children, was bizarre. She felt like she was watching another person, and she almost thought he was but she knew that face. She’s seen it before, the night they first met, and those eyes, so much like her own, so she knows that this man is her father. No matter how… cheery he acted. But it was over and Marinette’s day could finally go back to normal.

Putting the whole ordeal behind her, her anxieties quelled and the bad feeling having passed, Marinette was left with one question however.

If Batman is Bruce Wayne, then who the heck are his children?  

[its-me-im-coraline]

A tie between us and some hope // E.T.

words // 1505

warnings // a little bit of angst but overall fluff

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ooof im really feeling like a mess today i hope it does not show on this one, i thought i'd feel better than yesterday but my mental state is worse todays... anyway, my oversharing ends here, i hope you enjoy this lovies!! oh also, i am using some epithets (lol) in italian with the endings in -o because i can not for the love of me find specifically gn pet names on the internet or im just bad at looking but i am tired of only ever using 'amore' lol.

request // yes through a reblog so i will not link it right now

summary // Part three of Secrets and fights and Torna a casa. After Ethan showed up in readers house that night the two have started trying to work on being together again. But there are always new problems to arise.

After that night passed, when Ethan had found himself on his love’s doorstep things started looking up. The man started being more consistent in taking care of himself, finally feeling like his able to breathe, like things were taking their rightful place again. He kept himself and his space put together, finding himself far out of the rut he was put into after the short-lived breakup.

Although things seemed to be better, nothing was yet back to how it was between him and Y/N. The two found themselves constantly around each other, be it little dates around the city- not caring about paparazzi at this point, other times just staying in and cuddling while watching a movie, or even going on a walk some nights, smoking and joking while talking about the deepest and shallowest things the pair could think of. It felt as if the intimacy that was previously been built had not gone away, it was still there, strong as ever, the trust being hard to be built again.

“Goodmorning, dolcesso,” uttered the man, a soft smile on his face as he walked through the open door, a bag of fresh pastries in his hands, the refreshing smell of coffee embracing his presence in the small home.

Y/N, barely awake, but always with a deep love for the pastries Ethan picked up, moved towards him, taking the bag from his hands, humming in appreciation as they opened it, looking at today’s picks. “These smell wonderful, Ethan,” they mumbled before taking a bite from the first one they found.

He smiled a bit, looking at the person before him, mumbling a quiet response. “I always pick the best ones for you, beautiful.”

If it was possible to fall in love with a person again, then Ethan was definitely living that moment when Y/N gave him the stupidest and most childish smile, a spark in their eyes he missed while they were awake.

How could I have said those things to them, he thought while looking at said person enjoying their breakfast standing in front of the small kitchen and admiring the minimal city view. It was not much but it surely was something they enjoyed watching in the mornings or as the sun set. No matter how bad it would imprint on the photos they took, it was a breathtaking view they never got enough of.

Just another thing Ethan loved about them, finding such beauty in something so seemingly insignificant. He loved looking at them in moments like that, knowing how much in a trance they were, too deep in the beauty their eyes took in to say anything. Before the man could stop himself he utter the same three words from a few nights ago, “I love you”.

Y/N’s eyes widened, the information was not new but they did not expect this to be brought up again any time soon. “Ethan - I-I, uh-”

“You don’t have to say it back, cucciolo. I know how I feel, I am very sure of that. You don’t have to be there yet, you don’t have to say it… Not after what I said.”

They took a deep breath at that, one they had not realized they held back, still feeling guilty about their inability to simply say words. It is not that they did not feel it, was it?

It was not the last time this would happen. Only a few nights later, a similar incident occurred, Ethan admiring the person he is in love with, their eyes focused on their book, or at least trying to in the dark light they found themselves, a cigarette alternating from their lips to the ashtray on their side, looking like the perfect view at the side of the beach. Considering how hot the weather had been, the pair and their friends agreed on a field trip, the idea being they would either camp there that night or book a hotel room last minute. No one was going to drive that night, no one had to worry about having some alcohol in their system, so beers were a big thing around them, being passed back and forth.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want a beer?” Asked Victoria, getting up to pick one for her self, the other person nodding before she gave them their beer.

“I’d ask you as well Ethan, but seems you are too drunk on Y/N to drink any more beer,” she commented bringing forth a heatwave to happen on Y/N’s face and causing a big grin to cover the drummer’s face.

“What can I say? Can’t hide that I love them, can I?” Everyone laughed it off, Y/N included, but they felt slightly uncomfortable at the man’s words.

They had thought about it last time Ethan brought his feelings forth, knowing very well how they felt the same. They simply could not bring themselves to say it back. Maybe it had something to do with their life before him, and they would have a hard time saying it anyway, or maybe it had something to do with the loss of trust in the man after the pictures of the two kissing. Did he really love them if he was willing to say those things.

“Stop worrying so much about it, amore,” whispered Ethan, noticing Y/N’s state. “I told you, you don’t have to say it back, every one takes a different amount of time to do that.”

His tone and expression were reassuring but they knew this was hurting him a lot on the inside. So they apologized, looking down, ashamed, unsure… The whole situation created a whirlwind in their mind they could not control at the moment, instead opting for jumping into the cold water of the sea beside them, being sure that a bit of swimming would clear up their thoughts.

The same incident happened a few more times, Ethan never being able to contain his words, justifying it by saying how “I am simply trying to remind you that I meant what I said that night”. But Y/N was feeling pressured, as if the man was giving them a timeline, a reminder that they need to decide or it will be to late. One night, they could not take it any more, so they simply confronted him about it. He had just said it again, thankfully they were alone this time, meaning they could say all that they wanted.

“Why do you keep saying that, Ethan?”

“What do you even mean by that, Y/N?” He was simply taken aback, expecting everything but such anger after mentioning how he loves them.

“You keep saying how you love me, and you simply remind me of it, but man does it feel like you are trying to pry these words out of my mouth.”

“I would never do that and you know it!” Now the man was getting fed up as well. How could they accuse him of such thing?!

“Do I, Ethan? Do you even truly love me?”

“Wha- of course I do! What is this? Where is this coming from?”

“Did you love me when the photos of us came to the public?” They asked, voice now quiet, a contrast to their previous tone.

“What are you talking about amore, of course I did,” he responded just as softly, placing the palm of his hand over their face, swiftly collecting the few tears falling from their eyes. “Why are you crying, my love? What are you thinking?”

Y/N could not take it any more, they broke down in seconds, falling into Ethan’s open arms, soft sobs leaving their lips. “You- you said all those things that morning, a-and,” they hiccuped, “I-I am scared, Ethan…”

Their eyes were cast to the floor but Ethan could still see all the thoughts behind them. He finally realized what was happening, so he placed a kiss on their forehead, prompting them to finish their thought. “Could you really say those things if you loved me?” They whispered, moving away from the tall Italian, eyes cast to the floor and ever meeting his.

“Hey, hey look at me! What I said that morning came from a place of anxiety, overwhelming one at that. It does not mean it’s ok that I said that, of course not. But never doubt how much I love you, Y/N.” He paused for a second, his voice trembling as the words came out.

“Cause I do, and I did, but I could not control my emotions, instead I ended hurting yours. I don’t how many times I’ve apologized, but I will apologize that many more. I am sorry, sorry I made you feel so horrible, sorry for all the things I said, sorry for everything.” He said just as softly as before, hands cupping their face before leaving a deep kiss there.

“I love you,” finally said Y/N, feeling more sure and secure than they have for a while.

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