#but I am loving how stupid it is (truly affectionately)

[lumberwoof]

Loid vs every available agent his agency can offer: child's play

Loid vs absolutely shit-faced Yor: I'm going to die

[deardoiloveyou]

HP boys' pet names for u ₊˚⊹♡

Notes: fluff, pet names used, heavily referencing goblet of fire,

Characters: harry pottah, draco malfoy, ron weasley, weasley twins

Harry

Harry just looked at you lovingly through his fogged up glasses, it was a cold and snowy day, the perfect weather - to you at least. Harry's cold and numb fingers entangled with yours,

"You look lovely, beautiful."

You couldn't tell which was better. The fact he called you beautiful or that he complimented you, as embarrassed and flustered as you were - it couldn't top Harry's amount of flustered feelings towards you.

Although he gave you his usual toothy grin, he was screaming internally. Your hands were so tender to his - and your cheeks were flushed with a pink the shade of your lips, it was so perfect.

You replied bashfully, hoping you didn't sound too awkward, "Thank you, Harry... you look just as lovely."

Harry thought he was about to pass out - and not from hypothermia. A compliment? From you? Oh my gosh, he was gonna be escorted to Madam Pompfrey's again. (You visited him there often, as he seemingly made Madam Pompfrey's infirmary his second home).

"Shouldn't we get back inside now? I'm sure you'll want to find out what your last task is..." The mention of the tournament left him sick - although he had been successful with the last tasks, it was all narrowly avoided punishments. You knew this of course, but you also knew that Harry, himself, was incredible just on his own. Harry loved you for this so very much. He wanted you to kiss him ever so badly, so when you softly pecked his cheek with those tender and soft lips he couldn't stop staring at - he wanted to run away and never look back.

"Hey, I love you, y/n"

Draco

"Yeh jus' so pretty, love"

You were semi-bickering with Draco about how often he just sits there and stares at you, his eyes all soft, he couldn't stop smiling when around you.

" Merlin's beard, Draco, look you're doing it again..."

Draco looked at you again - with those soft and brain melting eyes, "Huh? What am I doing again...? Sorry, love" Draco looked at you obliviously, clearly zoned out and letting his eyes wander you eternally.

You held up a pretty good argument, but when Draco used the nickname "love" for you, ugh, you just lost it. You wanted his hands to intertwine with yours, never letting go, only warm and joyous feelings entangling between you two. Well that was at least your first instincts, but you had to resist - right? Well suddenly your entire grumpy expression lifted and now it felt like a joke to you, so stupid actually, you just wanted to throw yourself into Draco's arms.

Apparently this feeling was very obvious to Draco because before you could even attempt to start up your argument again - Draco kissed you. So passionately and hungrily, he was kissing you as if it were his last dying wish. You pulled away - panting, you had almost completely forgotten why the two of you were arguing in the first place.

"Draco- stop... you can't solve all my problems just by kis-." Before you could finish your sentence, Draco wrapped his arms around you.

"Let's just forget about it, love?" Draco just wanted to feel your touch. He could never get enough of you, and he would never get tired of you saying "I love you", which he so desperately wanted you to say.

You rolled your eyes, yet you still grinned mischievously. You couldn't hold back anymore, gently wrapping your arms around Draco, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. You truly loved each other.

"I love you, y/n."

Ron

Ron was used to your affectionate behaviors', as well as your sweet nicknames for him (although he did not like Ronnie-kins), so he liked returning back the feelings. Yet you never seemed to expect him to say,

"G'morning, sweetheart."

Your face completely flushed with red. You wanted to reply - but you seemingly couldn't. Butterflies felt like they were caught in your throat, you heard Ron give you sweet names before, but this? This was a whole other story. Sweetheart? He was gonna make you melt.

"Mornin', darling"

That was the only response that you could choke out. Ron's plan had completely backfired, well somewhat backfired. You were now both flustered and completely red in the face. Ron wanted nothing more than for you to pull him into a fluffy embrace, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss Ron. As if you were both reading each others' mind, you closed the gap between you two and pulled Ron into - not just an embrace, but a kiss.

The way you were both so incredibly shy after pulling away is something neither of you could comprehend. You were certainly a bright shade of red Ron had never seen before (might I say it was a brighter red than his hair). Ron felt like a dizzy mess even though he'd been up for an hour.

Ron finally took a breath and said,

"Ugh, for merlin's sake, I love you, y/n."

Weasley Twins

Both Fred and George took pleasure in giving people nicknames, Ronnie-kins was definitely one of your favorites (it was amusing to see Ron turn from hotheaded to bright red at the nickname). So, you weren't particularly surprised whenever Fred and George shortened your name in an adoring way, but you were certainly surprised when the Weasley twins said,

"Ah, hi, angel!"

"Oh, hello, sunshine!"

Merlin's beard. You thought you were about to pass out. The affectionate shortening of your name was already enough to make you turn a shade of pink, but this? This was going to make you go crazy. So, in turn, you wanted to make them go crazy as well.

"Hi, loves"

Well, instead of the twins turning the bright red you were, they just smirked and looked at each other with those same mischievous eyes. Before you could even question them as to what they were planning, Fred gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and George hugged you from behind, further turning your cheeks the same shade as your cherry lips.

Before you completely lost your voice in shock of what just happened, you managed to spit out,

"Ugh, for merlin's sake, I love you..."

"Both?"

"Both, right?"

You smirked and just rolled your eyes, you still nodded your head to the twins' delight.

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been on a mini hiatus, so much stuff has been going on and it has been stressful to say the least!! Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed these mini fics, and of course, have a lovely day<3

[adaelines]

Could you write smth about Ghost x reader where he goes into a rut and manhandles reader after he sees other people flirting with them 🧎

Hope everything is going okay for you!! Love your work

thank u so much!! i am. so weak for alpha si i wanna fuck him so bad!!! afab reader but genderneutral, jealous simon whos been away from you for too long, he calls you a whore but affectionately, needy and desperate jus how i like it

Working with so many men is never easy. Working with this many alphas, every one of them confident, bold, every masculine quality amplified tenfold by their secondary gender, is even harder as an omega. The army was full of alphas trying to prove themselves, prove how strong and powerful they truly were, that they could provide for and care for any omega they wanted to.

It led to many unwanted situations. Fights over nothing, simple actions being misconstrued as meaning more, rut and heat season was hell on earth. 

Being mated to Simon 'Ghost' Riley made it easier, bearable, you never had to worry about unwanted advances or a person's hand placed somewhere that made you a bit too uncomfortable, not when Simon would quickly be there, teeth bared under his mask at whatever fool was brave enough to mess with you. 

He knew he could trust you, knew that other alphas testing the waters around you was never your fault, not when you so proudly presented yourself as entirely his, the bite on your neck something you were happy to show, always scented by him. Even when he'd been away on missions, separated from you, he never left without making sure your nest was full of him, his clothes, anything that would make the void in your chest a little smaller. The same way he kept something of yours on him at all times. You both knew it could never replace each other, but it helped in his absence. Time away was never easy, not when you both had a biological need to be close, to stick together through anything.

Simon had just returned from one of his prolonged absences, nerves short and hands twitching with the need to hold you, mark you as his after this much time apart, so when he witnessed a younger alpha attempting to charm you, someone he hadn't seen around you before, he was far from happy. 

He'd normally ward anyone off with a harsh glare, a hand on your shoulder and his large presence enough to warn anyone that you were his, that they'd be stupid to even think of trying anything, teeth bared under his mask. 

But it was different this time, he hadn't had you to himself in so long, stuck humping his fist like a dog in heat instead of burying himself inside your warmth like he wanted. He had missed you. Missed being in your company, kissing along your skin and making you beg. 

Seeing someone so close to you, no regard for who you belonged to or the fact that you were already mated, had Simon seeing red. His grip on your wrist was harsh, and when you turned around to push away whoever grabbed you, shout at them until they let you go, you immediately went weak, slack and pliant in his hold. The younger man immediately yelped at the intensity of Simon's glare, scampering away like a dog with his tail between his legs. He'd been caught toying with something that wasn't his, and Simon was more than happy to make him pay

Later. Simon couldn't bare to be apart from you, right now, wanted nothing more than to shove you against the nearest wall and make you scream for him, he wanted to abuse your cervix, wanted to leave proof of his existence all over you, wherever he could, needed to fuck you as hard and as fast and as rough as he could.

With you pliant against him, simply happy to be back in his arms, it wasn't hard for Simon to pick you up, throw you over his shoulder, and carry you back to your nest. He had to have you, as soon as he could, he wanted to be inside you and remind you who you belong to, who you were mated to. 

It wasn't hard for Simon to get you back to your nest quickly, to pin you on your shared bed below him, push his balaclava up enough to capture your lips in a scorching kiss, pressing his body down against yours, effectively pinning you below him.

It was so overwhelming. You could feel him everywhere, smell him everywhere, and when he pulled back to instead nose at your pulse point, the whine that left you was downright debauched, filthy. Filthy like you, you could imagine Simon saying, if he wasn't too busy biting into your neck, grinding his hips down to keep you in place.

Your nails digging into the back of his uniform only spurred him on further, only motivated him for more. When one of your hands moved up, gently playing with the ends of his balaclava, asking for his permission to remove the rest, he let out a low noise that you took as permission. Seeing his entire face was always a pleasure, always left your mind hazy and warm. Having such a privilege to yourself felt good, knowing just how much he trusted you to allow you to see him, all of him.

Simon pulled back, his large hands on your hips practically pulling you back to slot against where he knelt, panting on top of you. Finally having you beneath him, where you belonged, lit a fire inside of him. Perhaps it was his rut starting, or perhaps it was just how badly he needed you, but his insides felt like they were on fire, cock so hard it hurt. 

"Pretty fuckin thing below me," Simon growled, moving his hands from your hips to below your knees, manhandling them to press into your chest, practically folding you in two. "Missed you so much. Wanted you so bad, spent so many nights fuckin' my fist thinking of this…" 

Whining his name loudly, you arched into him, attempting to rub yourself against him, against anything. With the position you were in, you could feel his belt against your clit, even that was almost too much, almost painful with how much you needed more of him. 

"Desperate, huh?" Simon grinned, rolling his hips against you, leaning down so it was his chest holding your legs down against your own, "Sweet thing, don't worry… I'll fuck you so hard you'll have to stay in our nest for a while. Such a pretty thing, so desperate, needy fuckin' whore, huh?"

You could tell he meant it, tell that he would happily keep you here for as long as he could, as long as you would allow him. The idea of you entirely depending on him was almost enough to make him whine in need, he was always so desperate for you, always wanted to be by your side.

"Get ready, pup," He practically growled, the grin on his face almost a snarl. "Gonna fuck you so full…"

[samubytheocean]

imagine hot summer days

It’s so hot, you imagine if it’s what it is like to be buried. You wonder if people will be able to smell the love of his gaze on you at this moment. You pray that they will.

Fluff, little something based on my previous post cuz I am a sucker for summer

Hot summers. The ac is broken with a week until the AS comes, so it’s a lazy afternoon on your bed, wearing the skimpiest tank and shorts, laying down flat with the fan on the highest setting. You’ve got a glass of ice linked between your arms, switching every now and then to keep both sides cool. It’s a pretty desperate attempt to stay sane in this burning weather, especially when you’ve got this furnace of a boy laying flat next to you.

He looks loopy as well, sweaty hair sticking to his slightly red face. You guys are sharing a pillow, the biggest form of intimacy you’ll allow at the moment, and his breath fans around the humid room across to your face, smelling like soap and wooden gym floor. It’s comforting. He’s comforting. The white sound of the fan and the occasional airplane noise is almost to lure you to sleep- maybe you’re passing out. You wouldn’t mind, you’re in the safest hands- until you feel hot fingertips feather on your stomach. You open your eyes and glance at the handsome boy, who’s still looking up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, but pretty face barely holding back the smile. You softly snap the hand away.

“It’s hot.” You whisper.

“You’re hot.” He whispers back. You roll your eyes affectionately. You can’t tell if it’s the heat or he is actually blushing. Ever so charming. You hate that it works every time. You’re blushing.

“I really am. So please stay on your side of the bed.”

“Like this?” He leans over to you, the body clearly not touching, but you can feel the warmth radiate from him. Despite his cheeky teasing, you feel content. Your eyes soften. You feel held, and it’s something about summer that you love. You already felt like he was touching you- everywhere, so warm and hot and drowsy but oh so passionate. Yeah summer. Young, stupid love. But he’s yours, and he looks at you, your entire face.

His love is observing you. And torturing you with terrible lines, but his gaze dips you into something people will only call youth. And love. You memorize his scent. You know it will be held part of your own musk, for longer than you’ll live. You think about being buried under a willow tree. You pray that other lovers- in a hot summer day just like this- will catch the scent of this moment and pass it on. It’s the kind of moments you’ll write poetry about, and pray that people will read on your grave. You hope to live, to be recognized just as this moment, all down to the molecules. Not because he owns you- but you’ll be named after his love, for only he truly knows the symbols you speak.

“Yeah. Like that.”

“Sleepy?”

“A little.”

“I’ll wake you up when it gets a little cooler.”

You know he won’t. His big built body is getting warmer just like how it gets when he gets sleepy. You know he isn’t going to set that alarm. But you wouldn’t mind jerking up at 11 pm all in sweat and fake complaining to him for letting you two to miss an entire day. You wouldn’t mind his sleepy, firm and gentle hands pull you back into the bed. It’s just a day. It’s just a very hot summer day.

And honestly? You wouldn’t even mind missing a sweet little eternity if it’s with your boy.

OSAMU, AKAASHI, SUGAWARA, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, KITA, IWAIZUMI

SUGURU, CHOSO

JEAN, EREN

[modelbus]

Hello!! I LOVE your writing, like I’m obsessed! So, I can’t tell if your requests are open, buttt if they are, I would DIE for some fluff turned to angst of a fem!reader who is in a group with cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy nicknamed the chaos squad by the fandom, where she is the least popular in the group and a rumour spread that shes only in it for the popularity, so they slowly stoped inviting her to streams and vlogs and ghosting her.

it could start with like three two sentence stories about the group (or something), how it was formed just fluffy moments, and then be like “but it didn’t stay like that for long..” and explain why she was subtly kicked from the group before a scene where shes streaming and gets asked about why shes not been in any videos anymore.

PHEW that was ALOT, if its to long you can obviously shorten it or just not do it- but if requests are open and you like the idea, I would love to see something like this!! <3

PS. You are super cool, keep up the amazing work!! (When you want to ofc)

-✨🌌🌙 Anon

Thank you so much! I tried my best to include everything :D This literally took me out of my writing slump

Part 2 :)

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos

The feeling of belonging was something nearly everyone chased after. After all, being out of place was simply… lonely. And, somehow, you found yourself slotting into the weirdest place in the world.

A handful of stupid friends.

You always found yourself drawn to dumbasses, in the most affectionate way. Like looks for like, you suppose. And shit, did you find some people that could make you cry laughing even on the worst days.

Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, Tommy. Four people that made the sun rise every day, that dragged you out of bed for the stupidest vlogs to ever exist. Fans adored the five of you together so much that you got a group name for the first time in your career: the Chaos Squad.

Truly, it was a fitting name. The things that the five of you got up to, you’re certain no normal sane person would do. But, well, your job as a streamer already set you apart from the category of “normal” a long time ago, so you definitely didn’t mind the messes you got into with them.

From Tommy dragging the group to an abandoned island, saying it’d be fun to try to escape (you fell out of a tree and Wilbur sprained his ankle), to screaming along at Lovejoy concerts, it felt like the five of you were unstoppable.

And God, did you love them. It didn’t matter how many times Ranboo hit his head on things, you’d still laugh. It didn’t matter that you literally passed out from laughing so hard once, you were still happy. Pure, unfiltered love.

The five of you against the world, forever. You could see it, in those sunny days where you grinned so hard your cheeks hurt (they were the first ones to make you do that—the realization only made you grin harder). The perfect idea of happiness.

Was it any wonder things didn’t stay that way, that perfect, for long?

A rumor.

It always seemed to start with one of those, nowadays. A simple murmur among fans that grew and grew, until you were closing out of twitter at 2, 4, 5 AM, debating if you should just delete the app and put your status on “Do Not Disturb.”

You accepted the fact that being a female content creator was going to be a struggle a long time ago. It was a fact, something you knew you couldn’t avoid, especially in gaming. Having rumors about you online wasn’t new. It would never be new, not as long as you were yourself.

But you thought you’d be past caring about them by now. You thought the tight panic that gripped your heart, made it hard to breathe, was a thing of the past. So stupid.

One private account turned into multiple threads, turned into trends on the trending tab.

Everyone thought you were using your friends, the chaos squad as a whole, just to boost your career. To leech off anyone’s subscribers, just for some money in your pocket.

The idea made you sick to your core.

How dare they? How dare they ever think you didn’t genuinely care for the four? That they were anything less than the lightness in your heart, the freedom on your mind?

Rumors.

You ignored them. Even the thought of addressing them made you feel pissed off like you’ve never been before. It was such an absurd idea! At the very least, you knew your friends would see past the hateful people.

Right?

It starts with an unanswered message in the group chat.

Unanswered messages weren’t new. A stray comment tended to get lost in the general mess that the group chat was, so you weren’t concerned. Just laughed to yourself quietly; it wasn’t important anyways, just a photo of a cat you saw.

Until it happened again. And again. Until more of your messages went ignored than responded to, until the group chat had less and less messages each day.

When the first vlog comes out, the process repeats. It’s on Tommy’s channel, of course. Him, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Wilbur. The chaos squad, just without you. It surprised you, because you never even realized they filmed a video, and normally all of you share upcoming videos.

All the warning signs were obvious, and you were too much of a damn fool.

You filmed one vlog with them after that, exploring a supposedly haunted house, before you woke up a month later and realized you hadn’t talked to them in a week.

One week turns into two, two into three, until you’ve realized what’s happened. You were gone, out of the picture. Happiness had slipped through your fingers faster than you could’ve ever comprehended, and now you were in a dark room—literally.

But what could you do? If they didn’t want you, there was nothing you could do to stop the unraveling of your universe.

So you did the same thing you did before them, defaulting back to what was safe: streaming alone.

Today, it’s just a mindless game. Yesterday was the same, and fuck, this isn’t the same anymore. Not when you don’t have Tubbo in the chat sending messages, or Wilbur using Text-To-Speech.

But you’re here, still streaming. Still going, no matter how tempting it is to just shut off your computer and pretend the last months of your life never happened.

There’s always fans though, and if anything cheers you up, it’s them. So your donations are on, allowing them to be read aloud while you play the silly little unpacking game.

“Where am I putting the diploma guys? Where does this go?” You ask, mouse hovering over the virtual object. “Maybe I’ll just put it under the pillow…”

“StarEmojis donated $15! If up is down and yes is no, how many sides does a triangle have?”

“Thank you, but… uh...” You narrow your eyes at the message. “None, it’s a circle?”

Shrugging, you drag the diploma in the game to under the pillow. The riddle sounds familiar, but not one you know the answer to. It sounds like something Wilbur would send in the group chat at 2 in the morning, honestly.

With that thought in mind, your eyes flicker over the user that donated it. StarEmojis. Not Wilbur.

You’re so stupid for hoping. For the jump in your heart, for the frantic searching.

“StarStarMoon donated $20! Why aren’t you in any Chaos Squad videos anymore? Love you!”

Air catches in your lungs, dread swelling in your chest as your hands still on the mouse and keyboard. That shouldn’t have gotten past the moderators, but it did.

And now you have to answer it.

It wasn’t like you could tell the truth: that you weren’t good enough. That even your best friends didn’t believe you over rumors from strangers online.

Any lie would have a chance of getting back to them though. Not that you can imagine them caring, not anymore.

You swallow past the lump in your throat that’s killing you, taking a breath in before answering. One chance to get the fans to move on, one chance to find the impossible balance between the agony inside of you and cool indifference.

“We’re all just busy.” You say, forcing a smile on your face.

It’s true, at least. Everyone is busy. Everyone except you, that’s it.

“Just scheduling problems. Wil- Wilbur has Lovejoy practices and performances.” You stumble over his name. Did you even have the right to call him Wil anymore? “And Tommy is just always busy. He’s the busiest person, I swear.”

Is that true anymore? You don’t know. He used to be, but you used to help force him to take breaks. Was he taking breaks? You’ll never know.

With another forced smile, you give a half-hearted shrug. “So yeah, just busy, don’t worry guys.”

It’s with baited breath that you wait, eyes scanning chat to see if they bought it. From what you’re seeing, they have.

“Now we need to reorganize these clothes, because they’re killing me like this—“

Your discord pings quietly on another monitor, and you scramble to open it. Just your mods apologizing for letting the donation go through. You send a quick message back to them before pushing the donation to the back of your head just like everything relating to the group you’re no longer part of.

What could you do, anyways?

This was out of your control.

[primrosebow]

HEYY!!! i love your art soo much!!! Your post abt the hazbin hotel women 🩷🩷 its so GOODD!! As Vaggies #1 fan i love how you wrote for her and drew her! I love how you added little details like the night dress(id fuck her in her night dress too she looks so cute:3) but i was wondering if you could maybe do some rosie x reader nfsw🙏 PLSS she barely gets any love and your writing(and art but yoy dont have to draw her if you dont want tooo) is so good!! Anyways could i maybe be 🎀 annon? i hope you have a good day!!! Bye

Hey I'm back from trying to find out how to be a good artist

I did not figure it out 🗣📢📢📢💥💥 also we're on strike.

❣️_-->Rosie x reader

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!Content warnings!: nsfw, rosie being rosie (she bites you fr), uhhhhhhhh the usual??? I still don't know how to do content warnings, gender neutral reader because I didn't specify anything, good luck reading my handwriting (every day it becomes less readable and becomes more like a doctor's. I am transforming. I am becoming the doctor.)

Guys if I don't buy the skulls on a string I'm going to die. I need to buy it.

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One may be surprised to find that in my opinion she doesn't hold any regards to who is "topping" or not- little of that matters to her. What really matters is how close you both are- she is all about the intimacy when it comes to this. Talkative all the way through, she will be affectionate with the sweetest words she can offer you. She uh... really doesn't make much of an effort to be understood by you if you are unfamiliar with the 'slang' she tends to use- you can ask about it later, after she is done with you.

Another thing she does, something much more predictable: is that she tends to bite you. There are no intentions of hurting you when she leans into your body and digs her teeth into your skin, it goes without saying that you will of course bleed, and, afterwards she earnestly and truthfully showers you in apologies for harming you! it's just.. your taste is truly intoxicating to her- you need to understand! She has said it herself in the unfiltered delirious state you both get to: she'd most definetly eat you, you tasting so perfect the way you do- if she wouldn't miss you so much if she did. Your company brightens her days, makes every little moment worth it, she wouldn't be capable of existing in a world without you now; sometimes she wonders how she made it so far without you to begin with.

Any compliments you may give her are met with shy looks to the side and comments for you to "oh stop it- you're much too sweet..", being truly invitations to get you to do it further.

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Stupid little edit I made of her with the creative liberties I took :-]

@bigfatbimbo as usual

Somehow despite typing with numbers between my words to shorten everything I still manage to not sound completly unhinged and like a severely brainrot infected individual

Moral of the story is: delete tiktok

[tequiilasunriise]

I am so in love with this volume because I am so in love with the way Blake Belladonna is finally allowing herself to love Yang, you feel me?

Blake has always had this love fer Yang, we all watched their slowburn unfold over several volumes, but she kept this love close to her heart and only let that affection slip through cracks of her walls and/or during dire life or death situations. The simple, domestic, everyday ways to express love? Holding hands just because and softer words spoken freely and casually? Blake couldn’t do it because she was still afraid.

Afraid to hurt Yang and scare her away with her affections, because she had hurt Yang so much already and couldn’t bear to risk burdening her even more. She had left, she had abandoned the one person who she trusted most, and she had to prove she was staying for good this time. They still had to repair their friendship first and foremost.

Afraid to be the one hurting for exposing herself, because love had burned her once so throughly before. She trusts Yang with her life, but that haunting nightmare that is Adam makes it hard fer her to trust the brightest thing in her life with her heart. Blake had to overcome the bullish knife hanging over her head before she could be in another relationship.

And then when these issues were slowly getting resolved, Blake still held back. Sure, there were more tender moments between them, but they were more brief and far between. Blake was still holding back because this slowburn slowdance was all she knew when it came to Yang. They had to focus on the threat of Salem, of Atlas falling, of all that. It was better to play it safe, now was still not the right time.

But then? But then Blake watched Yang die, and suddenly all those cautious moments of ‘playing it safe’ racked up to an indescribable amount of missed opportunities and regret. Suddenly waiting all this time for the ‘right’ time didnt matter at all anymore because Blake completely ran out of any time.

Blake isn’t going to hold back anymore, she’s finally comfortable enough to be who she always was deep down under those trauma walls, this openly affectionate silly goofy little book nerd who just wants to make her beloved smile, and she’s going to absolutely s h o w e r Yang with flirty tones and dumb jokes and longing touches and be such a dorky romantic because she doesn’t want to waste anymore time. As Weiss spoke fer all of us, it’s, “About time”. The ‘right’ time is right the fuck now screw that ‘not concerned with sands of time’ bullshit she wants to kiss this stupid pretty face and she WILL let Yang know. I think about Blake this volume and I’m just SO PROUD OF HER. Nothing like a little taste of death to push a slowburn along, huh? Seriously though, witnessing Blake’s arc come full circle to open up and be the person she once was before Adam crushed her into taking up as little space as possible, before she deemed herself as nothing but a coward and a fool, seeing her laugh and smile openly and shoot every damn shot she can- it’s so, so damn good.

Anyways, I am also in love with Yang Xiao Long having no idea how to handle Blake being incredibly openly in love with her. 10/10 watching experience, truly.

[stedefxckingbonnet]

hello hello! i don’t think i’ve seen anything like this yet, so may i request izzy x gn!reader who’s a bit insecure?

maybe they struggle with body image or something and izzy is basically like “how are they so blind??” but he struggles to express it because he’s never had to be so soft for anyone?

of course, ignore it if you’re not comfortable with it! :)

Hi, everyone!!

So, it's been a while. And I mean, a while. Longer than I wanted to step away from writing, and I never really wanted to step away from it in the first place but some stuff happened and yada yada. But I'm truly, truly hoping to be back and writing again to some capacity, I have truly missed writing for Izzy and for you all and I feel as though the world needs Izzy Hands content now more than ever! I truly do hope to be back.

I hope you don't mind that I put my own spin onto this, anon! You provided the lovely central plot and idea, and I simply provided an atmosphere and story to go with. Body image/insecurity is something I struggle with too, no matter how many times people tell me that I am beautiful, and I tried to channel that in this one. I am also not trying to send the message that other people's validation is what can make a person feel better about themself! I am more so trying to convey that the one(s) we love can often show us things about ourselves that we didn't know were there or didn't see before, and that they help us to love and appreciate these things about ourselves, and ourselves in general. You all who are reading this are so, so wonderful and beautiful and extraordinary even if you have a hard time believing it, and maybe your comfort character can help you to believe it a bit more in this little fic♡

Anyhow, please, request! Don't hesitate! My messages are also always open for anyone who needs anything but also just to say hi or talk about anything really. Thank you all for your everlasting support, patience, and kindness especially through my sort of absence ♡ Also, please, if I have used your gif or you know who created it, please credit yourself or them! I am not always good at figuring that sort of stuff out, but I want to give credit where credit is due. Have a wonderful day (or night), everyone!

Love,

Lavinia

What I See | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight swearing, struggles with body image and insecurity, very direct izzy (in a good, affectionate way but may be inaccurate ish? but i believe it isn't)

Word Count: 2525

"I just don't understand it!" the first mate angrily threw his hands up in the air. "I just don't understand why Bonnet is dragging us to one of those stupid...fancy people gatherings."

You couldn't help but laugh at such a sight, seeing Izzy Hands so distraught, though his usual cloud of anguish didn't seem to surround him. This was different, something you couldn't exactly place, but it was endearing nonetheless. "A ball, you mean?" your lips curled into a playful smile.

"I don't care what it's called," Izzy grumbled. "All I know is that I don't want to be there."

"It could be fun!" you suggested, your smile growing larger.

"Has Bonnet brainwashed you somehow?" Izzy rolled his eyes, but for just a moment, maybe, you could have sworn you saw a smile on the first mate's visage.

"If worse comes to worse, there'll be plenty of alcohol to drink," you laughed, softly squeezing Izzy's shoulder. Subtle touches like these between the two of you were second nature, almost instinctual, yet you were certain Izzy didn't make much of it and plainly saw them as something friendly. You almost sighed at such a thought.

And perhaps you had your own motives for wanting to drag Israel Hands along to such an event. Perhaps it gave you an excuse to hold him close to you without him suspecting a single thing, just that it was all custom meant to be followed in such a setting. You thought maybe, just maybe, it would be the opportune night to spend some more time with Izzy, just the two of you in the moonlight, dancing and chatting the night away, cheek to cheek...

"Fancy people alcohol," Izzy groaned in response, snapping you out of your daydream, to which luckily, he didn't notice you had slipped into in the first place.

"It's better than nothing," you rolled your eyes playfully. "Now, come on. Bonnet's got some fabrics for us to borrow, he says. I've come to fetch you," you now smiled teasingly.

"Oh, joy!" Izzy exclaimed sarcastically, yet he still followed your lead.

The only reason he was even remotely tolerating the night ahead was to be able to find himself closer to you, away from the chaos of The Revenge and all else it had to offer. Spending a night with you wouldn't be dreadful in the slightest for Izzy, and had you not been attending at all, he wouldn't even hesitate to let Ed and Stede go off to this awful event by themselves. But even Stede knew that your presence was enough to get Izzy to agree to such a thing, and really, what could be more convincing than you?

Before Izzy could comprehend it, your figure was wrapped in an ethereal ensemble. You studied yourself in the mirror, a frown naturally falling upon your face, though it quickly faltered as he came into view.

By the sea gods, you looked astonishing. Izzy already knew you would be the most bewitching of the ball, and that perhaps he would have to compete with other awful suitors of high society to even just get a moment alone with you. He almost became troubled at the thought, but your unmatched beauty was enough to distract him from such a notion. You had taken his breath away and this wasn't exactly a feeling he was used to, though it wasn't one that he disliked. No, not at all. In fact, he could get used to this, and he wanted to. Even though his own reflection stood right before him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He never could have fathomed until he met you that someone could be so breathtaking, so...alluring.

But all you were thinking about is how your clothing seemed to accentuate all of the wrong features, in your eyes.

'And the color—it washes me out, doesn't it?' you thought to yourself, almost fighting back tears.

Finally, Izzy spoke, though he immediately regret doing so. "Will you be comfortable?" He almost began to scold himself. 'That's all you have to say? This attractive person is standing right beside you and that's all you can manage to say?'

"Oh, yes. I've got plenty of moving room," you assured him, doing your best to step out of your own head for a moment. You even tried to shoot him a convincing smile. "I'll be just fine."

Finally, your eyes wandered over to his image, instead of focusing either at your own reflection or onto the ground. You felt your face becoming warm as you caught a glimpse of the man before you—how he was transformed, yet, still the Izzy Hands you knew and loved. Only elevated, and even more enchanting than usual. Your jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"What? I look fucking dumb, don't I?" Izzy laughed annoyedly.

"No! No, Izzy, you look..."

Before you could finish your statement, Stede rushed in. "You two ready to go? Oh, look at the two of you! You look divine!"

You looked over at Izzy, sending a supportive, yet spirited smile his way. Izzy couldn't help but return the sentiment as the two of you were ushered off of the ship and into another realm unbeknownst to the both of you.

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Some of the sweetest melodies you had ever heard began to surround you as you stepped into the ornately decorated room. You could hardly believe how much space there was in just one part of this residence, and that it was dedicated for dancing and other sorts of happenings similar to these. Before you knew it, for just a moment, you succumbed to your wonder of what having a life like this would entail, though you were quickly reminded of your distaste towards it when you saw a woman weeping and being chased out of the room by a man screaming extreme obscenities toward her. You and Izzy slowly looked toward one another in disbelief, the both of you fighting off laughter.

"It's not too late to get out of here," Izzy whispered.

You rolled your eyes with that same familiar grin this action always seemed to come with. "We're hardly even here."

Defeated, Izzy sighed and slumped against a wall, though quickly coming off it as soon as he spotted Stede glaring daggers at him from across the room. Another sigh escaped his lips, and you burst into a fit of laughter, unable to contain yourself. As annoyed as Izzy was at what just happened, your laughter was an antidote, and he was certainly taking it in.

Though, his newfound smile quickly faltered when he noticed a handsome stranger eyeing you from a few feet away. But you didn't even notice that someone else had noticed you—you only cared if the man in front of you had, and he seemed to be occupied by something else.

"Iz?" you asked in confusion. "What is it?"

Without another word, Izzy motioned his head to the side, to which you finally noticed the attention of another that you had captured.

"And?" you shook your head, unsure of what Izzy had been insinuating.

"He wants to dance with you," Izzy pointed out, rolling his eyes without realizing. "And you should have some fun. Don't let me hold you back."

You opened your mouth to speak in protest, but quickly closed it once again. How would you admit, in the midst of a stuffy room with a plethora of people you don't know who are all dancing and speaking at the top of their lungs, that all you had looked forward to this evening was to sharing a dance with Izzy Hands and no one else? That it was the only reason you even considered forcing yourself into an outfit that made you feel bad about yourself, even worse than you already do, and surrounding yourself with a million strangers whilst doing it? The thought alone sounded like a nightmare, but with Izzy by your side, it sounded like a dream come true. But Izzy was pushing you toward this stranger before you could comprehend it, and then you watched Izzy's figure disappear slowly into the distance as you were whisked away.

"I've never seen you here before," the stranger pointed out. "And if I had, I think I'd remember a beautiful person such as yourself."

These words made your insides twist. Your companion spoke with sincerity, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. 'He's just being polite,' you told yourself, brushing it off.

"It's been a few years," you lied, not wanting to blow your cover, or especially Stede's cover, as you were sure he wasn't exactly welcomed back into an environment such as this. "I don't usually speak to many."

"Well, isn't it my lucky day then?" he laughed. "No one here even compares to you. You are something special. What did you say your name was?"

But before the perhaps unlucky stranger knew it, you were nowhere to be found. You kept running until your environs became darker, and the moon was your only source of light. You leaned against the railing of a balcony, your vision blurred by tears. You flinched upon feeling a hand on your shoulder, but quickly relaxed once you noticed out of your periphery that it was none other than Izzy's touch.

"Did he offend you? I swear, I'll have his head before he can even fucking think of using it again—"

"No, no. He didn't. It's fine, really," you shrugged, blinking back tears to the best of your ability. But even the darkness of the night failed to hide your misery. Izzy softened upon noticing your state.

"What is it?" he asked, concern dripping from his voice as he looked at you intently. You stared at your hands gripping the railing, but you quickly tore your eyes away from that sight and stared out into the night.

"I—This is why I didn't want to come tonight!" you exclaimed.

"You—but you were so—"

"Excited? Yeah, right," you laughed sadly, shaking your head.

"What is it?" Izzy repeated, worry written all over his face. "Are you sure I don't need to behead anyone?"

Another laugh escaped you. "No, Izzy. He—he said I was beautiful. That's not a crime."

"He wasn't wrong," Izzy shrugged, a small smile making its way onto his face. With this, you couldn't help but meet Izzy's eyes, and you couldn't help but return a smile. Though quickly, it vanished, and your original demeanor overtook you once again.

"He was though," you protested. "This is why I don't like coming to these things. Squeezing myself into these clothes."

"I know these clothes are a bit ridiculous," Izzy laughed. "But yet you still manage to be so...beautiful."

Your heart began to do pirouettes inside your chest. For once in your life, part of you believed such a statement could be directed toward yourself. But Izzy could see the plagued expression on your face.

"You don't believe me?"

You shook your head as you finally allowed tears to fall down your face and drip onto your chest. Izzy frowned and took a few steps closer to you so as to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb, though his hand lingered for a moment longer, caressing your cheek as he was about to speak.

"You could be covered in dirt and I'd still find you beautiful," Izzy assured you. "You know, when I first saw you, I knew even then that you were. And you become more so every single day. You are the most enchanting person I've ever crossed paths with and laid my eyes upon. And there's so many things about the world I find are awful to have to experience and look at, but not you. You're the opposite of everything that's wrong with the world."

Sobs escaped your chest as you fell into Izzy's arms, to which he instinctively caught you, engulfing you carefully in his arms. He softly wrapped his fingers in your hair as he held you. 'I am holding the world in my arms right now,' he thought to himself, and thank the sea gods your face was buried into the crook of his neck and you couldn't see the grin that conquered his lips.

As for you, you never believed it when anyone else said these sorts of things to you. You found it impossible to believe these things about yourself; there were even days where you'd purposefully avoid any sort of reflective surface just to ensure that you don't break down. Sometimes, you couldn't even bear to look at yourself. But hearing Izzy declaring all of this to you—for the first time, perhaps you would actually be able to believe it.

Your silence made beads of sweat form atop Izzy's temple, but he didn't dare let you go to wipe them away. You clung onto him tighter, which only thawed Izzy's heart even more. He couldn't believe all that he just said, even though it was all true, and your lack of a response made his heart race even more.

"You are beautiful," Izzy repeated as he melted into your embrace, and embraced the shared silence. Something about it was comforting in a way he had never experienced before. If he could, he would exist in this moment forever.

Finally, you slowly pulled away, though your hands still clung onto the first mate's arms, and your faces were a short distance away from one another. At the same time, the two of you leaned in to close said distance between the two of you, and all bits of yearning, desire, love, and desperation poured out into this moment. Even without Izzy's words, he had already managed to make you feel lovely in every way even just by him being around. He was the one person who managed to help you see what was so amazing about yourself. You quickly melted into the sudden collision of your lips and he kissed you with a fervor that you had been craving from him for as long as you could remember. You smiled against his lips, and once air became scarce, the two of you simultaneously sought it. Once you both pulled apart for air, a collective joyous laugh filled both of your ears.

"I only wanted to come to this stupid thing because you'd be here," you admitted, and you were sure your cheeks were as red as the roses in the garden that surrounded you.

Izzy couldn't help but smile. "I wasn't going to come until Bonnet mentioned you would be. I meant what I said, you know. You are beautiful, and I'm sorry, but you're fucking dumb if you don't see that."

You threw your head back as you laughed before meeting Izzy's gaze once again. "You are so beautiful," Izzy repeated once again, all teasing aside to show his sincerity. You reached for his hand and squeezed it tenderly as the two of you looked out into nighttime, but all Izzy could focus on was how even more ravishing you looked as the moon illuminated your face.

[minipisi-is-dumb]

idk y'all but the whole "saiki does not fall in love because of his powers if you take them away he would be normal" and similar variations of those arguments against aroace saiki headcanons (which. why do you feel so attacked for a hc that you need to bend canon in weird ways to justify ships that make no sense) make me so uncomfortable bc they feel just like when people say that ppl who are aspec wouldn't be aspec if they weren't ND or traumatized or mentally ill or whatever similar.

like ok nobody knows if me being ND is what makes me aspec or trans or what but i know i AM regardless. also you can't fucking separate my neurodivergency from me that's not how it works i am not a separated person from it IT LITERALLY CHANGES NY BRAIN STRUCTURE but whatever

wether you see saiki as autistic, gifted (i know i do lmao), both or any other type of ND you cannot deny the man's got HEAVY coding, and that coding comes along with his powers

like if you have watched the show you would 100% get it but the guy is so ND is actually pathetic (affectionate) and part of the feeling of separation is enhanced by him being a literal psychic whose powers work as an extension of his symptoms (the whole "i can hear every thought in a 200km ratio and it physically exhausts me to not be able to filter thoughts" is such a latent inhibition deficit MOOD okay)

so what if he's aspec because of his power/neurodivergency? does that mean he's less aspec? that his experiences in the show are less real? nah they're not

and I'm not saying this all because ooooo having a pink hair anime guy aroace in fan communities is so important oooooo but more like. the entire reasoning of people invalidating it all. like the mentality and the obsession with shipping him just bc he's the protagonist. that type of invalidation can pass onto real life stuff

like ive lived good ol aphobia and dismissal of me being ND going together, not always but truly a handful so that this entire thought process pisses me off but ugh whatever works are stupid everything is stupid is not like anyone who ships saiki in generic romcom style while hating on any and all aspec hc of him are even gonna care that a lot of their arguments instead of being "nah i just don't personally interpret him like that death of the author or whatever" go to "he is actually NOT because his POWERS ARE TO BLAME that he doesn't see people he just sees their bones because of XRAY and he doesn't like kokomi because he READS HER THOUGHTS!!!!!" like have anyone in this app heard what a metaphor is

eh whatever im tired i just wanted to get it off my chest i need to cook my dinner n rewatch the show

[princelylove]

Okay we talk about yandere purposely let darling sick, how about yandere purposely hurt darling for whatever reason?

I'm thinking about yandere that set up things or using stand so darling accidentally hurt themselves (example: tripping them to fall down the stair) so they will appear like a hero, take care of darling and manipulate that darling is so clumsy, can't live without them.

Another case it's hurting darling as a punishment, maybe the darling escape then being catch by the yandere, the yandere broken darling's leg as a punishment (or if you into gore stuff, it can be much more terrible). They make darling has no choice but to rely on them.

~ 🏵️ anon ~

Oh, truly a classic in terms of yandere content. Ouchies from the one who just adores you, so they have an excuse to take care of you. I’ll do you one better, anon. Yanderes who hurt you as a way of expressing love. My love tends to hurt, so I feel overly qualified to talk about his one. 

Love isn’t supposed to hurt you, it’s supposed to make you feel like you can finally relax- plenty of overbearing, protective yanderes would agree, but what if someone hurts you to relax? What if this is how they get those urges- those affectionate, mushy feelings- out of their system? It isn’t fair that you’ve asked them to play nice, they are. It isn’t their fault that they prefer to rip your nails off as opposed to- I don’t know, kissing you, or something. 

Yanderes who happen to be both sadistic and possessive tend to fall into this category. It’s ironic- I am both sadistic and possessive, and yet it seems most yanderes in jjba would prefer not to toy with their darlings- most. It's a very specific type of yandere- one who hurts you to show their love, one who hurts you without any love, one who hurts you unintentionally... I enjoy the horror aspect of yandere content as well as the fetish aspect, and someone who has no emotional attachment to their darling is just frightening to me. Sure, I can see the appeal, hot person treating you like shit, masochists are so very easy to please, but I want someone that needs only me. Give me someone who only wants me, someone who scoffs at the idea of having anyone else, and you have my full attention. 

To my fellow sadists, entirely indulgent sessions are the same thing as sitting down and cuddling with a darling. They think of it fondly- how else would you like to spend your days off? Sometimes it’s just the right pick-me-up. Some yanderes are fond of leaving little marks- sweet nothings. They’re gifts, and will give you as many as they’d like. Some might still kiss you- they trail kisses from your thighs to your hips, right over your iliac crest, continue over your stomach, find their way to your chest, make their home in your neck- but that’s not going to come without something mean. You’ll be kissed, sure, but it’s not like your yandere’s hands are just going to disappear. They grab at you- hold you in place, really- and dig their nails into whatever skin they can find. They force your legs open just to watch you squirm, and don’t deliver. Ooooops. Did someone think they were going to really be touched? You poor, sad little thing. They’ll touch you later, once they finish carving their name into your back. Their full name.

For some yanderes, you just need to learn how to translate. Every time they call you vapid whore or a dog is just their way of screaming “I love you, I adore you.” They have such a way with words, too, who else is going to whisper “You’re just a piece of meat with my name on it” so softly, so lovingly? Degradation can be someone's way of expressing their love- haven't you ever heard of some light teasing? Well, they aren't teasing, they fully mean it. You're a stupid bitch who should be overjoyed they're even looking at you. It's not their fault you make the cutest face ever when they talk to you like that! It's the same as yanderes who shower you with praise, it's full of love, it's just not very typical.

For a yandere that isn’t stronger than you are, they rely heavily on restraint and tools. It’s hard to break someone’s bones! But it isn’t hard to shove someone down stairs- and it certainly isn’t hard to stab someone who can’t grab at your weapon of choice. For yanderes who have a stand, it’s not really an issue either way. The frailest figures can become dangerous- it doesn't matter if they're thinner, smaller, weaker, nothing can stop them from breaking your leg if they have a stand. Some stand users are naturally at a disadvantage- I'm not going to pretend that the sex pistols are as much of a physical threat as star platinum. They're still dangerous in their own right, evidently, but they're not capable of breaking something like your femur. Does that mean their user can? Maybe. Don't be stupid and try to find out- if you want Guido to flex for you, just ask. Someone like Jotaro, though... will give you a demonstration, as much as he doesn't want to see you in pain. This is good for you. A romantic like Guido wouldn't break your bones, but someone like Jotaro, although he'll hesitate, would.

I’m firmly of the belief that some stands are entirely sentient- they are their own person. Someone like Giorno and Golden Experience is actually at a disadvantage, what the soul wants is not always what the stand will do. Golden Experience hides things from Giorno- why stop at hiding an ability? Purple Haze isn't always going to obey poor, tired Pannacotta. But for the average stand user, they’re fully in control! It’s like having another you, constantly. What exactly is stopping a close range stand user from beating their darling to Hell and back? What’s stopping them from using it like a person to get in your way/block doors? Granted, not every stand user thinks this way about their stands, but in the wrong hands, it’s potentially very dangerous. 

It's perfect. It's another tool to make their darling write in agony, and some yanderes are in desperate need of tools. Not everyone can be Mr. 203 cm, some of us are short! Someone like Diego (lol.) or Narancia has a disadvantage when it comes to height, but their stands are right where they need to be. It doesn't matter if you can't see Aerosmith, you can feel it.

As useful as it is for someone who normally has a disadvantage, it's also just.... overkill for those who do not need the help. Someone like Risotto can hold his darling down just through brute strength, why would he need a humanoid stand to help? Risotto isn't one for using his stand outside of jobs- what's he really going to use it for? That big teddybear is so obsessed with keeping his darling safe and sound that the thought of "I could render them helpless" won't become a thought until you resist.

Someone like Jotaro or DIO though... good luck with that. Jotaro doesn't want to hurt you- I'm fairly certain I've repeated myself a bit too much in that aspect, but that's not going to stop him from taking the necessary steps to keep you in one place. DIO is another romantic, but you know what? He's not nice.

[jillsandwhichs]

cleon oneshot fic , chap 11 , dancing

masterlist

pairing: Claire Redfield and Leon Kennedy

summary: While Claire & Leon are on their midnight walk, they go to a gazebo and dance together

status of their relationship in this one shot: Dating

wc: 2.8k

type: Sfw

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The night was young, it was only 12:00 AM. Some street lights had been shut off but a few remained enlightened. The moon and it's stars have fully made their appearance too, both bright & beautiful. There was no one outside either. Everyone was in their homes, getting ready to sleep the night away. That wasn't the same for Claire & Leon though. It's rare but on occasion, they'll take a good chunk of the evening to walk around the downtown part of the city they live in. It's a nice way to clear their heads.

Local shops were all closed for the night too. It's a bummer to Claire because she wishes she could do some late night shopping. The only time stores are ever open this late are during big sales like Black Friday but she's either working or busy, of course. As for Leon though, he doesn't really care. He just takes these walks for the fun of it. And also, of course, because he's with Claire. Holding her hand, strolling down the eroded sidewalk and feeling the refreshing wind hit his face was a peaceful time for him, he'll take it any chance he gets.

The path they take each time is great, scenery wise. They get to see all the homes, shops and attractions. One of Claire's favorites is the large statue that stands inside of a massive fountain in the center of town. Claire doesn't have a single clue who the man carved into the sculpture is, probably some big hoss from back in the day, but it's just very pretty to her. The way the water sparkles & glimmers at night is breath taking. The atmosphere is also a giveaway considering it's so calming.

Leon didn't have a favorite one considering his favorite thing to look at is Claire. He once told her that if they were visiting an art museum together, the only work of art he'd be entranced by is her. She found it corny but deep down, it was truly sweet.

Their hands were locked as they walked side by side together, passing all the small business owned shops. It was like your average downtown look, small clothing stores, thrift stores, coffee shops and little restaurants. It was like a shot out of a movie.

"You feeling tired at all yet?" Leon asked of Claire, wanting to make sure she wasn't too sleepy. If that was the case, he'd walk her straight home. The two were currently staying at her place. They both agreed they aren't deep enough into their relationship to live together. But that's just the situation for now. "No, I'm okay, how about you babe?" "I'm doing fine." Leon sneered, Claire could feel his thumb caressing her hand. It felt nice. Claire adores his affectionate side as she herself isn't all that physical. It's easier when he initiates it.

"Thank you for cooking tonight, by the way. I never took you for someone who could work a grill." Claire snickered out, giving him a quick look of love before her head went back to looking straight in front of her. Leon chuckled, "If I'm in the mood, I can cook just about anything. I haven't made plantains in a long time so I'm glad they turned out as they did." He explained, also looking in the same direction as she was. "You should be, you did great, they were super good. The last time I had grilled plantains was at a Thanksgiving dinner at the orphanage." "Were mine any better?" "Don't be dumb." She playfully rolled her eyes at his stupid question.

"When we get back home, we should watch a movie or something, even a show, if that's what you want." Leon expressed to Claire. Funny enough, Claire was surprised by this. Leon is never the one to plan things out like this. She felt appreciated. "Oh, that sounds really good. A movie would be nice, especially on a night like this. Got any genre ideas?" Claire posed the question. "Honey, you should know by now to not ask me that because every single time I'm just gonna say Action." Leon snorted. "Right... Well, even Action would be okay with me. We watched the Alien series and I enjoyed that." Claire said softly.

Letting out a cute chuckle, Leon corrected her, "That was Sc-Fi babygirl but I see what you're saying. But, there was one movie I've been wanting to check out. It's called 'Point Break'." "Hmm, never heard of it... What's it about?" "Well, from what I've seen, robberies, heists, epic sequences... Has Keanu Reeves in it." Leon spoke about the movie passionately ; Clearly, he really wants to check it out. "We can watch it then, I don't mind." Claire smiled at him. "Great, and I promise, we'll watch a movie of your choice next." He teased, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

In the downtown area, there was a small pond on the side of it. A lot of people would go there from the park to feed ducks and watch the geese. It's very serene, especially in the early mornings. Sometimes, on her way to work, Claire will stop by and just bask in it. Near the orphanage she grew up in, Claire vaguely remembers the pond nearby and how she'd sneak out to play near it. She felt as though she grew a type of bond with the wildlife there. It wasn't the best condition, living in an orphanage, but there are some fond memories of it.

"Can we go to the pond real quick, I just wanna see if any animals are out right now?" Claire muttered out kindly, lightly jerking Leon's hand to turn left with her. "Sure thing baby." Leon agreed. It wasn't like it was out of their way or anything, it was close by actually. Leon enjoyed it too, he found gracefulness within the wildlife around here. He remembers growing up, he saw a wild fox and ever since, they've been one of his favorite animals. Claire's favorite animal is either a polar bear or red pandas, she switches it up often.

"Do you think there'll be any animals out at this time of night?" "Maybe, we'll see babygirl." Leon reassured her, the pond was visible in the distance. Lights dug into the ground lit up the area around the body of water. The moonlight also shimmered onto it, making it look even more winsome. There was a small wooden bridge that led up to it, it was sort of worn out and always creaked when you walked over it. It definitely needs some repairs but there's nothing they can do about it.

Once the pond was in her full view, Claire released a quiet sigh as she saw no ducks or geese around. It wasn't a big deal, Claire just likes spending time with them. "Sorry sweetheart, tomorrow we can walk up here in the early morning and check again, ok?" "Okay baby." Claire said. She dipped her petite hand into the water and swished it around, feeling how cold it was. "It's so cold." Claire giggled, taking her hand out of the water & shaking it off. "That's probably why they aren't out." Leon voiced, his arms crossed as his eyes remained on her.

Claire nodded her head in response, standing back up and holding her hand out for Leon to grab ahold of. "Let's walk down to the gazebo and then we can head back to my place, yeah?" "Yeah baby." Leon whispered in reply, locking his fingers with hers.

The two of them found their way back to the sidewalk. The street lights behind them were turned off now, the curfew for minors was up in their city. Kids have to be home before a certain time around here. It doesn't apply to Leon and Claire, luckily. "I think we should get a dog... Well, when we live together." Claire expressed, her lips glimmering up at him. "Oh really now? That's perfectly fine by me sweetie." "I want a big dog though, one that'll crash into bed with me and be the best cuddle buddy." Claire snickered. "We'll figure it out hun."

The gazebo they stop at on every single one of their walks in just up ahead. It's always lit up. Stringed lights are wrapped all around it. It was added not to long ago, no particular reasoning, just for comfortability for pedestrians. It even has built in cushion seats. It's very cozy, especially with the setting of it.

In the distance, as they continued to convoy down the pavement, the sound of faint classical music was heard. Both of them were confused. Where was this music coming from? It sounded very elegant - Like a song that was meant to be played at a Ball. "Baby, where is that?" "No clue, maybe a speaker?" Leon posed the question, analyzing his surroundings. "It sounds so beautiful but where the hell is it?" Claire chuckled out, her tone genuinely sounding puzzled.

They wandered onwards and searched for the source of the music. As they continued to keep going forward, the louder the music would get. It wasn't as if it was blaring, but it wasn't quiet. There were lights inside of a large building across the street, although neither of them even knew what the place was used for. "You think that's where it is coming from?" "Has to be." Claire mumbled out, squinting her eyes at the building.

"Maybe it's being rented out for a party or something." "That would make sense." Claire replied to Leon before talking again, "We can keep going now, I'm just nosey." "Of course you are." Leon huffed, a slight titter coming out from him.

The gazebo was in their line of view now, as they intended, it was lightened up. "Adding onto that dog conversation, if we do get one, we could take them on walks with us!" Claire exclaimed, an adorable giggle emitting from her. "Most definitely." Leon responded, giving her a quick grin. "I would like a cat too, Chris and Jill recently got one." "Oh did they?" "Yeah!" Claire smiled at her boyfriend. That music still hadn't stopped, it was still playing and each step they took, it only got more audible.

Leon stepped up onto the gazebo and sat down on it, patting a spot beside him for Claire. She let out a soft chuckle before sitting beside him. "I love how peaceful it is." Claire vocalized, her hands resting in her lap. She recently got a manicure so her nails looked all dolled up. "Me too. It's very calming." Leon agreed with his girlfriend. Even in silence, it felt tranquil. Nights like these are truly unforgettable. "Can I ask you something?" Claire said to Leon. "Ask away baby."

"Do you think our lives will ever get easier? You know, like with our line of work?" Claire had a melancholy tone. She didn't mean to bring the mood down or anything, she just sometimes thinks about the possibilites for her future. It's a scary thing to wonder about. "Oh honey." Leon said softly, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "I really hope so." He muttered before kissing the top of her head. "I think it has a chance." Claire spoke with ambition. "That's a good mindset to have, my love." Leon praised her, she was very smart.

Claire and Leon sat in silence, just enjoying each other's company in their own ways. Claire rested her head on his broad shoulder, feeling at utter peace with him. Leon couldn't help but caress his thumb up & down on her shoulder, breathing deeply each time he stroked her. It felt so refreshing to spend the night out like this. Leon wishes they could do it more often but it's just not possible every single night like they'd hope for.

Within the distance, the both of them heard a new song begin to play. Claire shot her head back, a leer forming on her precious face. "Oh baby, I love this song!" Claire exclaimed, resting her head in her hand. "It sounds very romantic." Leon snickered out, listening in on the tunes as well. "Yeah, it's 'Forever' by the Little Dippers." Claire spoke sweetly, clearly she was admired by the song playing. "Yeah, I'm guessing there's a party on." Leon confirmed onto his statement from earlier.

Words began to form in the song rather than just the instrumental, the lyrics were one of a kind. Instantly, they reminded Leon of Claire. And Claire thought of Leon. "Baby?" "Yes?" Claire responded, her gaze stocked on his. "Have you ever like..." He paused, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Ever slow danced?" He mumbled out, adjusting his hair to try and act natural. "Oh, I mean, yeah, but not recently." Claire glimmered at him. "Why do you ask babe?" She wondered.

"Dance with me then." Leon stated, standing up and holding his hand out for her. At first, Claire didn't even know what to say. She could never even picture Leon dancing, let alone slow dancing. Giggling cutely, Claire set her hand in his, standing up alongside him. "But I don't really know how!" Claire snickered, placing her arms around his neck. "That's okay sweetheart, we'll learn together." Leon chortled, placing his hands onto her waist.

The two of them swayed together to the beat. Claire couldn't help but hum to the music as they danced together. "This feels so awkward." Claire whispered out, her eyes looking all around as if to not make eye contact. "A little bit." Leon cackled, squeezed her hips firmly momentarily. Leon's hand was pressed to her back, rubbing it as they danced. His other hand held onto her hip, holding her close to him. He could feel her hands roaming through his hair and rubbing his neck.

"I love when you touch me like that." Leon heaved out, closing his eyes as he held her close. "I know you do." Claire hushly spoke, her nails caressing through his hair and rubbing his neck firmly. Claire stared at him intently, watching his face as they danced together. The song seemed to have gotten louder but Claire couldn't tell whether or not it was her head or was reality. It really felt like it was just the two of them with the music. One with the song.

"I love you so much." "I love you too Claire." Leon muttered out. Claire sighed deeply before she then rested her head on his chest, her arms now wrapped around him in an embrace. Leon soughed and encased his arms around her shoulders, stroking her hair gently. Claire's nails dug into the back of his shirt. At this point, the dance slowed down immensely, it was just a long hug. Claire felt safe like this with him. "My pretty baby." Leon whispered before kissing the top of her head softly.

The song slowly began to fade out ; It wasn't a very long song to begin with. Although, Claire and Leon didn't let go of one another, they just continued to hug. "The song is over." Leon said to her with love. "I know handsome." Claire mumbled against his chest, her head was nestled against it. "Do you wanna go home now? Are you sleepy baby?" Leon asked her with kindness, his hands now caressing her warm back. She seemed spent.

"A little bit... Let's just stay like this a little while longer." Claire articulated, her body bundled up against his. "Okay babygirl." Leon chuckled. A new song began to play, this time, neither of them knew what it was called yet it was still such a romantic sounding song. Maybe someone was having a Wedding reception go on? Leon had no clue but it felt super fitting for the events of the night.

"I think we should move in together soon." Leon said calmly to her, pulling away to get a better look at her face. Claire's head shot up to look at him, a radiant look plastered on her face. "Do you seriously mean that?" Claire questioned, her hands gripping onto his shirt. "Baby, of course I mean it, it has to happen sooner or later." Leon snorted, moving his hand up to her face and stroking her cheek with passion. "I love you." Claire giggled out, standing onto her tippy toes, planting her lips against his.

Leon breathed in deeply, snuggling her close to him as he kissed her back. His heart warmed up completely as she kissed him. Their lips moved together in harmony. Claire pulled away and sighed again, yawning alongside it which also caused Leon to yawn too. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sleepy." Claire chuckled, grabbing his arm to hold on to. "Okay baby, let's get you to bed." Leon snickered.

"But I thought you wanted to watch that movie?" Claire asked, wandering off of the gazebo with him, the two of them beginning to walk home. "We can watch it tomorrow baby, I want you to get some rest." Leon snickered out, helping her step off of the gazebo. "If you say so honey." Claire replied, the two of them officially making their way home.

[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum… I love you too!

REUPLOAD-longer ver.

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Durmstrang! Reader

Tw: reader is swearing, cliffhanger?

Pt 7/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

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For the rest of the lesson you felt uneasy. Viktor ignoring you was hurting you more than anything. For the rest of the class you tried to talk to him but we’re stopped by either McGonagal or Vik. Right after you left the class you got mad “Stop ignoring me!” You pushed him aside. “I am not ignoring you.” He said sternly. “Yes you are!” He looked at you and admitted “I feel like ve are falling apart .. more so since you hang around that ginger” he said and looked in your eyes. You gasped “how can you say that?!” You loved him! But you also love your friends. He never reacted like this when you were talking with Dolian, Artie or any other of your friends. And what about him and Hermione? You werent stupid. “You are the one and only-“ I love. If it was just so easy to say it. “-the one and only…who will truly know me and understand me.” You said with small smile. Was it a sad smile? Was it a pitiful smile? You weren’t even sure. Your feelings are harder to ignore more and more each day. Viktors eyes sparkled as he looked at your face. “You are truly so amazing!” He said and hugged you. Wishing for time to stop just so you could be in his embrace a little while longer or better yet forever you both parted. The rest of the day continued as it should. Well that is what you thought-

Getting out of DADA the infamous Weasley twins went to their next lesson. Both of them in a hurry because they wanted to be sat in the back of the class for professors Bins trash lesson. For obvious reason of really important nap. Rushing through corridors they turned left just for the twins to see both you and Viktor hug so affectionately. Something in Fred stopped and broke. Seeing someone so delicate, yet feisty, beautiful yet dangerous and kind with some other bloke made his blood boil. George noticing his twin stopped he pulled him back to reality and they continued to professor Bins. “Mate you fancy her.” Said George mater-of-factly. “Nah I think it’s just crush. She is older than me, she is in another school, she is a champion, she is a bloody Malfoy and she fancy Krum it’s obvious I don’t stand a chance” he sighed. “I know I am the more handsome twin but you look good too, I bet she is at least crushing on ya! She asked you to the bloody ball! You are the champion’s plus one! And you were the one whom she retrieved from the bottom of the lake.” Fred smiled at his brothers words. His twin was right. He can’t loose hope now! And for the small chance of hope to be with her he is willing to fight.

After your last lesson of the day you were crossing the courtyard and was stopped by your brother. He was fuming. Getting on your nerves with his yapping about Weasleys. “Draco! Shut it!” You spun to face him. “All I am saying is that your decision to like him is stupid-“ he continued “-you have so much more potential to go for someone better!” You bring out your wand just to glue his lips together. “I hate you!” You said, tears started to spill. Was is so hard that for just one day to have peace and quiet? Not to mention that your emotions were running wild today. “Stop getting into things that don’t concern you! You don’t have slightest idea what happened to you but I hate this version of you” you undid the spell and walked away. Draco was stunned looking at your direction.

In rage you marched to your room when some slytherin guy stopped you. “Hey beauty!” You looked at him already annoyed. In your eyes he was more sleazy than nice or charming. Sly smirk plastered on his face. “The name is Marcus…Marcus Flint! And I know you will have great time with me on the Yule ball” he said confidently. “So I will be taking you to it as your date yeah?” He arrogantly continued. But in that moment you started laughing historically. This just gave you an opportunity to say to whole school you have a date to the ball. “With you?” You started to say. “Hate to break it to you-“ you said sarcastically “-but you’re as charming as a sleazy snail could be, not to mention you didn’t even asked! You dare to order me around? I already have better date, more handsome, charming and has manner!” He looked stunned, but then his face turned red. “You stupid bitch! How dare you-“ you slapped him. You slapped him so hard he fell to the floor. “Do. Not. Ever. Call. Me. That!” You spit out. “I could lit your pants on fire just for the fun of it” you whispered to him in a mean teasing voice. “And I would have a nice laugh out of it. I would paralyse you just so you could be without your bloody manhood. I would be praised as a hero and would be doing a favour to any girl who would be unfortunate enough to see your small length. Do not be this stupid next time you open your mouth and learn some manners.”

You left the scene where many students were watching it unfold. Well it was your intention at least until- “ehm ehm” was heard from your left. And there he was. Professor Snape and his hateful glare. “Striking another student I see… that is not a behaviour I expect from miss champion…see me at detention tonight after dinner.” He said sternly and left. Oh my Merlin you trought. This is super bad.

You never had detention! You always escaped with slight slap on the hand nothing more. You were so enraged. Fleeing to Astronomy tower, wanting to be left alone, you looked up at the sky. Memories of Fred folding in as you looked around. Your anger calming. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come to this bloody school…” everything would be more simple. You thought to yourself. No annoying boys or brothers, no stupid feelings towards Vik and no howlers from your parents. Your mind started to feel heavy from all the stress. “Y/n?” chaos in your head got louder. “Y/n.” Your mind screaming and spinning these thoughts around making you feel uneasy. “Y/n!” You spun around to see Viktor. “V-Viktor?” Must you blabber like that? You look pathetic. “Are you alright? I heard from Hermioni-ni about your ehm… suitor” he looked unsurely at you. Ah, those eyes. You could loose yourself in them. “Well, yeah…” you sighed “and I got detention for it” you admitted and told him about the situation . First he laughed and then he said “But that’s so unfair. Detention for something that he deserves? Hermioni-ni told me he vas a jerk” the nickname stung for some reason. “Thank you for checking in on me, you are a great…friend” you said and came closer. “Of course” he smiled. Suddenly his hand came up. Him tucking your hair behind your ear made your blood to rush to your cheeks. Looking him in the eyes you were suddenly in much better mood. Inching closer and closer you wanted to close your eyes and make this gap between your lips disappear. Slowly his scent intoxicated your mind and closing your eyes you inched closer. Heart beating fast as if you were running a marathon.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Funeral/Cemetery

I got different suggestions for that one, so I went ahead and did something completely else!

Asshole move, I know, but...let's hope nobody hates me all too much.

Characters: Námo & Haleth, Haleth/Caranthir

Words: 1 591

Warnings: Haleth is dead, Caranthir is sad, Erestor is lonely.

(Fic under the cut)

“This is a smidgen exaggerated, isn’t it?” Haleth asked, swirling imaginary wine in a beautifully wrought, entirely immaterial chalice, and nudged the tall, motionless creature by her side in affectionate comradery.

She was gazing at a lone figure, hunched over by grief, standing mutely in front of a stone, silent tears running like streaks of acid across wrath-reddened cheeks.

“These gestures are important to the Children—the First Ones, I mean,” Námo replied in his grave, echoing voice.

The Lord of Mandos could still not really understand how he had ended up in this unique position, but he had to admit that he almost enjoyed the companionship of the stubborn, irreverent soul who had decided to benevolently haunt him.

Like many another haughty, self-assured being, Námo had had to learn that Haleth of the Haladin was not one to be easily displaced or kept back against her will, and so all his exhortations and encouragements—ranging from discreet hints to outright threats—had not yet had any noticeable effect on her.

“By virtue of my life, my sacrifice, and my enduring love,” she had claimed confidently, “I demand the grace of being allowed to meet my beloved at least once more. Do you not empathise with the earnest longings of a wife and mother?”

Women, Námo thought now, not unkindly but definitely bewildered—they truly were something to behold. Lúthien, Andreth, Haleth of the Haladin—he had met his fair share of headstrong female Children, and he never grew weary of their unexpected and outrageous ideas.

“Morifinwë Carnistir is hardly one in whose name I had ever foreseen to be petitioned,” he hummed now as they watched that very Elf through a wavering screen of mist. “Good for him, I guess.”

Námo was generally not in the habit of feeling pity for those who had defied his words and commands, but—having experienced Haleth’s prodigious pig-headedness as well as her sparkling humour and her gruff kindness himself—he could appreciate how terrible it must have been to lose her.

“Oh, Moryo,” she sighed as she witnessed the unwaveringly stone-faced expression of wordless misery on that ever-fair face she had so loved. “Why do you return to that place when you know that I am no longer there?”

It broke her heart to see him thus, fossilised in his grief and robbed of his prodigious sense of purpose, laying down flowers by a moss-covered stone.

The blossoms, she knew, were even more short-lived than she had been, and there would be nobody but him to clean their remains away and replace them with new ones.

“Why bring imminent death to a monument to an irreversible one?” she breathed, reaching out a tendril of her essence as if to breach the fragile barrier between the realm of the living and her temporary abode. “Go and see about that son you’ve sent away.”

Námo did not interrupt her; thinking of his sister’s teachings, he just sat and listened, accepting the burden and instinctive sting of guilt for a loss he had neither caused nor could remedy.

A flash of knowledge entered his mind then, and he gave a muted sigh.

“He’ll die, won’t he?” she said without turning to the guardian of all souls. “He will do something stupid—as he’s wont to do—and he’ll perish. Will he suffer greatly?”

Hesitating for a moment—a rarity where Námo was concerned—he finally decided that she was strong enough to hear the truth.

“Yes,” he replied gently. “They all will as they all must. Rejoice though, Haleth of the Haladin, for soon he shall be by your side once more. May you give him the peace and closure he has been seeking for so long.”

When he had spoken his doom, Námo had been acutely aware of all that the exiles would sacrifice, destroy, and lose, but he had never considered what they would find.

Seeing the devastating, soul-crushing distress and desolation in Morifinwë’s fair face now, he wondered if this—having known plenty and pleasure only to have it run through their fingers like sand—was not the worst punishment, far beyond being severed from their kin, people, and the Blessed Realm.

“My son,” she then said. “Show me the blessed child I’ve carried in my feeble body, protected by the flimsy defence of brittle ribs and friable flesh.”

“As you wish,” Námo whispered, swirling a pale, long-fingered hand in the darkness of his own making and conjuring up the wavering image of a young Peredhel.

A lonely boy, he thought, as he glanced upon that serious, solemn mien and the irrepressibly proud bearing of one who had never been taught to laugh freely.

Those who had left these shores in anger and dismay, mere children following the folly of yet another clueless orphan, had at least had the support and solace of their siblings and cousins.

This one, going by the name of Erestor, had nobody but himself.

“This,” Haleth whispered, aggrieved, “is our fault. Neither Moryo nor I were exceedingly outgoing, and making friends was always exceedingly hard.”

“He has lost much when he lost the both of you,” Námo murmured, a tinge of sadness in his voice. “Take this as a token of my gratitude for your friendship, you wrothful, wilful child—your son will do great things. In time, he will find friendship and even love beyond the misery that has tinged your every happy moment.”

Had she possessed eyes to weep, Haleth might well have shed enough tears to bring Lord Ulmo to the Halls of Mandos.

Looking through the wondrous screen of mist and illusion once more, her whole essence shivered at the unchanged, immobile, petrified picture of hardened, weaponised grief.

“He has been so tender,” she whispered, as much to herself as to her companion. “Moryo was an excellent storyteller, an exceptional mathematician, and a marvel with thread and needle—surely, you can appreciate that talent in a spouse. I wish that I could have saved him.”

Suppressing both a sardonic chuckle and an aggrieved moan, Námo inclined his veiled head to her.

“You may take a sword and use it to cut your wood and meat, calling it a domestic comfort and a cherished item of intimate bliss and protection, but that does not change the fact that it is a weapon still. Long before you or any of your forefathers were born, he has been forged into a weapon, and all the love on either side of the ocean could not change that.”

“Will it ever be so?” she asked mournfully.

“No,” he admitted, casting his mind into a vague, ever-shifting future. “No, I believe not. For now, however, there is nought either one of us can do for him—Morifinwë must walk the bitter path he was set upon until he returns to our grace.”

She nodded, for she understood that there were things beyond her imagination and knowledge—Haleth, wise and rational, had come to make her peace with that fact a long time ago.

“What about the boy? Will he resent us forever?”

Again, Námo took his time—weighing the dolour of the past against the hope of the future—before laying an astonishingly heavy, solid hand on her incorporeal shoulder.

“Your life was short and ruled by terror and war,” he then said kindly. “Many things you have never learned, and it’s not for me to tell you about them, but—and you may hold that against them or praise them for it once you meet them—a few of the kinspeople of your beloved have shared a similarly deplorable fate.”

Haleth was exuding confusion and irritated frustration at those cryptic words of semi-prophecy.

“Your son shall,” Námo explained, toeing the line of what was permitted or even recommended to share with her, “very soon indeed, find people who share the resentful longing for heroes and criminals of a past they cannot shake. If he has but a fraction of your inner strength and obstinacy, he will learn to untangle his puerile disappointment from deeper, more complicated feelings and, with luck, even draw the right conclusions from the losses he has endured.”

Still, she could not truly make sense of the words that pierced her like bright blades and left her soul aching and bleeding with yearning.

“He is not the only Peredhel, Haleth,” Námo whispered into her ear. “And he is certainly not the only one to have loved and lost cherished role models and parents who forthwith are painted as villains by a people who need to look ahead lest the mistakes of the past devour all of them alive.”

“Does he—does he even remember us?”

“Nobody will ever forget you—for better or for worse—my dear little one,” Námo laughed, earnest amusement dancing in his weightless voice. “Not he, not the Valar, not the generations to come.”

The wavering image of Morifinwë Carnistir—Caranthir the Dark—faded into the abyss once more, and Haleth gave a choked sob of boundless anguish.

“I would say that it has begun, but…it shall end.” Wrapping his cloak around her shivering form, flickering like a dying candle, Námo held her close. “They will arrive soon—the first of the seven—for something in their soul tells them that they are being called back.”

An idea crossed his mind then. “Come,” he said, “let’s visit my wife. I want to tell you of Gondolin, and of the marvellous succour that may yet arise from the ashes of a doomed city.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

-> Masterlist for November (by @cilil)

[willel]

I mean there will be a reason why Joyce ultimately ends up with Lonnie. It could be a poor choice in itself, Lonnie was maybe a 'good person' outside and seemingly was a nice figure and Joyce believed that without realizing Lonnie's true face until it was too late and that they got married and then Jonathan was born... but I just wonder if their problems truly started to appear after the marriage, maybe possibly after Will was born?

Because if Lonnie was such a bad father, why didn't he leave the family right after Jonathan was born? Why did he only ever leave after Will's birth and after just deciding that there was no 'hope' for Will? We also have to realize that Lonnie actually tried to get Jonathan on his side in S1 when he said Jonathan should just leave the town.

Do not get me wrong I am not saying Lonnie wasn't a bad person. I am just saying it is rather *interesting* that he left only after Will was born but not after Jonathan was born. I mean, he clearly was staying in the family for years, but then he left after Will's birth. Maybe he believed Will had no hope to become 'normal' while he saw Jonathan as more of a valuable child.

Jonathan once said, "I don't think my parents ever loved each other" or something like that. I think that still rings true. Listen. My parents aren't AS BAD as Lonnie and Joyce (my dad was an absent father but he still isn't at Lonnie level scum and my mom is not is not the affectionate type like Joyce), but... let's just say, I understand why I was born. I was an oopsie. But my little brother???? I don't know how the hell HE was born. It's a goddamn mystery let me tell you.

Sometimes despite how incompatible two people are, they just.... end up together for a bit and create families. I'm always like "If the relationship was so bad leading up to me and everything after... WHY then, does my little brother exist? Ya'll are stupid." (yes, I call my parents stupid. They accept this.)

Until the news about the play came, I think most of us assumed Lonnie and Joyce stuck together because Lonnie baby trapped Joyce or something with Jonathan. That may still be true, but the timelines don't really add up.

Maybe it's the case that much like in season 1, Lonnie continuously pretended he's "changed" before inevitably screwing up and showing his true colors?

Maybe for years Joyce and Lonnie were on and off. I imagine since Joyce and Hopper weren't on speaking terms, maybe Lonnie did something to ruin their relationship at some point during all this.

Jonathan is born because again, Lonnie pretended to "turn a new leaf" and made his way back into Joyce's life. It immediately took a downturn I assumed. But once again, maybe he convinced Joyce he would be better and they had a second child to "fix it". But it only got worse?

I know you're like "No way Joyce is this gullible to fall for it over and over again". It's possible she did. Not because she's stupid, but I imagine her mental, emotional and financial health was not good for a long time. Here's some fun facts.

In the US, women weren't allowed to own their own bank accounts until the 1960's. That means most women relied on their fathers or husbands for finances.

It isn't until 1974 that women were allowed to have their own debit/credit cards without their husbands signing off on it. Literally.

You can see in a situation like that how throughout most of their relationship, Joyce would've been depending on Lonnie because of finances. And how with all this power over finances, Lonnie screwed his own family over with his debt and overspending.

Saying all that, I think we can say Joyce kept Lonnie around because:

She was dependent on him emotionally for a while even though he was the one making her mental health worse

She was dependent on him for finances even though he probably spent all their money and put them in debt

At one point, she probably didn't want to become a social pariah since being a single mother divorcing your husband was looked down upon

She somewhat wanted the kids to have a father even though he sucked ass (Lonnie left when Will 4-8 years old depending on the source you read)

I'd also like to say, I don't think Lonnie just left. I think over the years, Joyce has dumped Lonnie, kicked him out, and then took back on repeat.

I make this assumption based on season 1. He seems super bitter towards Joyce. When he finally comes back to town, he's once again playing up his "I'm better now" act to Joyce and Jonathan.

When Joyce discovers he's just there for the money, her reaction gives me the impression that he might've done something similar in the past. Weasel his way back into her life because of money.

She says, "I can't believe I feel for this!"

Then Lonnie goes into a spiel about how much she NEEDS him and she can't do anything right without him there.

Joyce has to threaten him to get him out of her house. Apparently he was at her door for hours, demanding to let him back in and take him back. She goes to the door with a hammer to threaten him some more.

All of this gives me the impression that it wasn't as simple as "Lonnie left". I think Joyce dumped his ass for the final time and he was forced to leave. Through his bitterness of getting dumped and removed from the home, he willingly became an absentee father and did nothing to support his family. No doubt over the years he's been waiting for a crisis to hit them which would give him an opportunity to enter their lives once more.

[leschanceux]

☕✨ memes from the tea room: sfw version ✨☕ feel free to change pronouns where necessary!

well if isn’t the consequences of my own actions

on my way to make things worse ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

i am innocent and have done nothing to deserve this in my life ever

no no that actually makes sense to me

one day I will learn to count and you guys will be so proud of me

you'll understand when you're older

THAT IS NOT ENCOURAGING [ NAME ]

my voice was even lower than usual

my ADHD also goes "WE MUST GET RID OF THE NOTIFICATION", and then my bad memory goes ".....What was that?"

...... don’t look at that emoji name i don’t control it i promise

at no point did I know where either sentences were going

We are doing this because we love you (?)

it'll be a x-mas miracle!

ew. you're back

how do we file a complaint with winter?

I knew it, you're secretly Chester Cheeto

the cheese of truth seems to be a questionable method of divination, but who am I to judge?

I'm gonna treat that statement with the sarcasm it deserves

I should not have come in to try to understand the chaos happening here

[ name ] here just going for minimum effort, maximum embarrassment

I'M SORRY MY OLD WHITE MEN AND RODENTS GOT MIXED UP

“Is this the ghost of [ name ] seeking revenge”

Like BAM DID YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! KOOL AID MAN STYLE

I'm living for the chaos

listen it’s not real if you don’t affectionately accuse each other of hypocrisy at least once

YOU ARE NOT DUMB. YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WITHOUT BOUNDARIES.

.... CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL

by which I mean I followed [ name ]'s explicit instructions

YOU CAN'T PUT KRAFT SINGLES ON TORTILLA

icb i have a new statement piece !

I swear I'm a professional

today's motivational speech: don’t be part of the problem, be the whole problem

my liege she be not bovvered

I'm allowed to have the braincell sometimes

pro tip: read the directions for things

T H E R A P Y

a queen is never late, everyone else is simply early

I have no defense you knew I was stupid when you hired me

I'm not adult enough for decor.

hi flop, i’m dad

Yeah, I am a noisy idea generating motherfucker when I have the braincell.

Hi I got distracted by a pretty man and almost walked into a fuckinG DOOR how’s your day going

I have been awake for over 24 hours and I'm about to order a truly inadvisable amount of Halloween decor

You're all terrible enablers and I'm too weak to protect myself

y'all just gotta trust me

let's all not do this but definitely do that

I saw nothing. I mean, I totally saw everything. But I won't tell anyone.

me and math are mortal enemies

my worst nightmare is that one day i'll like coffee and i'll lose a part of my personality

...I already barely use social media so I guess my geriatric ass is safe?

[skylarmoon71]

Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 27

He felt more at ease returning to Star Labs now that he was sure you were safe. 

So much has happened in what feels like a short span of time. Some of it could have been avoided. He knows it’s stupid to hold unto the past. You’ve already forgiven him for the secrets, the lies, but he knows that could have easily gone the opposite way, so

He’s grateful for the opportunity to stay at your side.

Be your brother, your family.

He smiles when he thinks back on some of the times with you as a toddler. Your past conversation has made him a bit nostalgic.

“Harry, why do you wear glasses?”

Your eyes were peering at him curiously, little hands coloring some of the pictures in your book. Most of them are out of the lines.

He has a device on the table that he’s working on himself.

“They help me see better.”

“I want glasses.”

He looked up, brows furrowed.

“Are you having issues with your vision?” 

He was certain that you were fine after the last doctor’s appointment you had. You shook your head.

“No, I want to be just like you. If we wear glasses we’ll look alike.” You were smiling so widely and he wouldn’t say it aloud, but it made him happy.

“I’ll get you a pair that won’t hurt your eyes.”

Your smile grew bigger.

You dropped all your coloring items, jumping off the chair as you rushed over. He paused for a second, and just like that you started climbing onto his lap. He turned, about to discourage you so you didn't hurt yourself, but the second you were fully on him, you wrapped your hands around his torso. Given the difference in size, you were pretty much holding on the sides of his shirt.

“I love you Harry!”

Your face was buried in his chest and his gaze softened. It still caught him off guard how affectionate you were. It’s not like he had siblings, or much experience with kids. He could hardly tolerate adults, so children were somewhat out of the question. Yet whenever you looked at him with those chubby little cheeks he felt like he understood what it meant to truly love someone, put their needs before his own.

“I love you too (Y/N).”

You looked up, eyes wide.

“Really, really?”

He nodded at the phrase.

“Really, really, really.” He agreed.

“Really, really, really, really!” You asked.

He laughed.

“Infinity really.”

You seemed content with the number, nodding happily.

“Can we get married when I’m an adult like you Harry.”

He found himself laughing again.

“I think by then I’ll be way too old for you.”

You shook your head.

“Harry is young and hand..hand..”

It looked like you were trying to remember the word.

“Pretty!” You finally decided.

He smiled.

“I appreciate it.”

“Am I pretty?”

“Very pretty.”

You were giggling, rocking in his lap happily.

Those times felt so far away. For one you’ve outgrown trying to marry him. Now you’re stuck to Clark’s side.

“Kent.”

He internally growled.

Maybe he would send another message, just to be sure.

“Are you texting her again?”

Caitlin just smiles and Harry huffs.

“I feel like both of you are ganging up on me.”

She laughs, moving to the table to evaluate the most recent project.

“Were you able to insert the chip?”

“Yes. Now we just have to keep it charged for twelve hours and then we’ll know. This battery could save a lot of lives. Solar energy is the best source. We could distribute these in hospitals and care centers.”

Caitlin wears a smile. One that he doesn’t catch until he turns to her.

“What?”

“You just get this look in your eyes when you talk about helping other people. It’s the same one you wear when you’re talking about (Y/N). You’re a great man Harry.”

He’s a bit lost in the fondness of her expression, but then he looks away.

“You’re just saying that because I’m your boss.” He mutters. Caitlin lets out another laugh.

“Maybe.”

She’s still wearing an easy smile. Harry turns back. He can’t seem to stop himself from letting his gaze stray. She mimics the action, and Harry swallows. A part of him thinks he shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought. But these feelings have been present shortly after Caitlin had joined his team. It’s been almost a decade.

The longer she’s around, the harder it is for him to deny. Maybe it’s an impulse, but he finds himself leaning in. The smile on her face grows wider as he finally closes the space between them. She sighs in clear satisfaction and his hand drifts from the table to her waist. Her grip tightens on his shirt, pulling him in.

He welcomes it.

He can’t believe he’d gone this long without ever experiencing this. After a few moments he pulls back. The content expression on Caitlin’s face causes a warm feeling in his chest.

“What took you so long?”

He smiles at those words, leaning back in.