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[delicatepointofview]

this man cracks me up 

[iid-smile]

sunrise and sunset , nanami kento

x fem!clingy!reader ! nanami calls the reader "love" and "darling". the reader cuddles with nanami!!! the reader also loses sleep because of his love because thats cute.

author's note: nanami is so yellow but there's no option for it so he has to be orange </3 tell me why i was actually swooning while i was thinking about these scenarios in my head? especially the second one???? i think everybody agrees that nanami is a listener 100%

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sunrise.

nanami always wakes up before you. he used to get up as soon as his eyes opened, but nowadays, he has a little something holding him down.

it seems like you never fall asleep on your side. that's partly his fault, since he's always beckoning you to come closer to him. but even then, in the morning, he feels himself teetering off the edge of the bed, with two arms wrapped around his neck, and his now asleep arm still wrapped around your waist. slightly dangerous for him, but as long as you feel comfortable, then nothing else matters. seeing your pretty face first thing every day was a blessing.

"kento..." there it is. your tiny mumbles of you waking up.

nanami's lips immediately curl upwards at the sound of your voice. as gently as he can, he sits up more against the headboard, keeping your head laid on his chest. "i hear you." he responds.

the bedroom is quiet and tranquil. he specifically bought black out curtains for your sake, but considering the price, they really weren't doing the best job. mornings in summer were relentless, taking into the account how early the sun rises, and it would wake you up in the middle of your sleep with how bright it was outside. no worries though, since he has plans to replace them very soon.

you mumble again, lips grazing against his shirt. "why aren't you up yet?"

"i don't have work today." obviously a lie. you may be a bit dumb, but you're well aware it's a weekday today, and nanami isn't the best liar.

you lift your head, gaze shooting up to meet with his. "yes, you do! it's a wednesday." you whisper-yell. "you should be up 'nd getting ready..."

"my day doesn't start until yours does." you feel his hand on top of your head, coaxing you to lay it back down. "if i'm late for work, that's fine. you're more important to me." his touch moves up to your upper arm, and his thumb rubs in lazy circles. "go back to sleep, love. you're tired."

"you're too sappy 'n sweet... gonna make me swoon every time you open your mouth, i swear." you grumble.

"then i'll catch you every time."

"stop!"

sunset.

nanami always reads a book before bed. it's usually historical genres, he's not a big fan of sci-fi or comedy. but sometimes, he'll let himself indulge in the odd romance book here and there. why? they're your favourite genre, the books you read. he memorises each different author that he spots you reading, often gifting you another one of their works if he knows you're not having a good day.

finally, you emerge from the bathroom door, a few folded clothes ready to be put away in the laundry hamper. when you turn to him, you watch his eyes intently as they follow the words on the pages. "that's..?"

"i saw you enjoying it this afternoon." he flips a page. you move closer to the bed, crawling on top of the mattress and inviting yourself into the blankets. "you looked particularly thrilled during it. what do you like about this story?"

you pause, thinking over the entire plot. "it reminds me of us."

nanami can only smile, and he doesn't miss the one on your face. closing the book, he places it on the bedside table, and scoops his other arm underneath you. naturally, you rest your head on his shoulder, and hook one of your legs over his. the small distance between the two of you felt that much more intimate that you felt the need to lower your voice. "are you going to sleep?"

"no." the hand wrapped around your waist moves up to your head, just placing it on top of your scalp. "i want you to talk. you seem eager to talk about it."

you giggle inwardly, snuggling impossibly closer to him. "i'm so in love with you." you whisper.

"i love you too, darling. more than words can express." he whispers back.

no wonder you always wake up so late. it's because nanami always has your heart beating too fast before you go to sleep.

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[starlight-writer]

Fighting

A)n: Heyyyy... I'm back :)

Warning: none, angst, yelling, arguing

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Steven

He doesn’t yell

But it’s that exactly that makes it worse

He refuses to yell, but he’ll be a sarcastic little shit

“Oh really? How lovely.”

“Oh my dearest apologies, my liege, I didn’t realize I had to agree with everything you had to say.”

Steven won’t back down, he’ll keep this energy until he’s done talking about it and then he’ll ignore you

He won’t ask how your day's been, he won't hug you, he won't even look at you

And it’ll drive you crazy

The only reason this started was because Steven missed a date and didn’t acknowledge that he would be late or wanted to cancel

He was working late for Donna again, but this time it just set off something in his head

Normally you wouldn’t be too upset about him missing a date, seeing as he’s got other people to take care of and he’s got a shitty boss, but when you asked him about the date, he blew up

“God, it was one date, why do you have to nag me about it?”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t trying to nag you, Steven, I just wanted to know what happened.”

“You’re not my bloody parent, you don’t need to know!”

“Take that back.”

“No.”

And now you're in your room and Steven's sleeping on the couch

That night will give him time to realize he was in the wrong and he'll feel super guilty

When he wakes up with a stiff back and sore neck, he'll think he deserves it

He'll wait until you come out to get up

And then he's following you around like a lost puppy

He won't say anything, but he'll look so sad and just be following you everywhere you go

It would be cute if you weren't upset with him

You'll have to be the one to start a conversation, but as soon as you say a single word to him, Steven's apologizing faster than you can process

"Love, I'm so so sorry. I was an absolute knob, I was so stressed and upset yesterday and I know that's not a reason to treat you so terribly, but it was such a bad day. I promise I'll make it up with 3, no, 5 dates! We can do whatever you want today and tomorrow and all week! Please forgive me, darling. I know I don't deserve it, but please just give me another chance."

He looks like he's about to burst into tears and kneel for you

(Which would be hot in a different setting)

Depending on how passionate you feel about this, it might take some time to forgive him, but he's there every second of the day

Or if you want him to leave you alone, he'll respect that

You'll find little notes of lovey poems around the flat and your favorite snacks littered around the living room

He honestly feels like a terrible partner so when you do decide to forgive him, just give him a kiss and hug him

He'll cry and apologize a bunch more so just pet his head and tell him it's ok

He'll genuinely sit you down and ask if there's something he can do to get his 'anger issues' under control

Poor baby doesn't have anger issues, he just has a shitty boss <3

Marc

He yells

He yells loud and painful things

He doesn’t care, he can’t bother to care

He’s angry and that’s all he feels

He can’t think past it, it’s like he sees red

He’ll shout until his throat is raw, but he’ll get as many insults and sarcastic comments he can before that happens

He knows what he’s doing is wrong, he knows the only reason you’re arguing is because of him

But he’s not backing down

He wants to hurt you and he does

And it makes everything worse for at least a week

Marc came home absolutely wreaked from a fight and refused your help, preferring to drink and just sit there

If you weren’t so upset at the fact he refused your help and instead wanted the help of alcohol, you’d yell at him about staining the couch with his blood

You’ll either have to deal with Marc breaking out into an argument after the initial one, or leave to stay somewhere else

If you come back the next day, Marc will still be upset

He won’t start yelling at you again, but he’ll ignore you

And it really just stops there

It’s the silent treatment for a week

He'll make dinner for you and all that, but he won't talk to you

He'll stare at you, wondering if you'll be the one to apologize

Or he'll be staring at you to see if you're watching him

You're not

He'll stay silent for an entire week, festering in his anger and guilt until it overflows

And when you come back home from work or being out late, he's waiting for you

And he looks like a kicked puppy

It was no surprise Marc had no idea how to apologize and admit/accept his feelings but at this moment, none of that mattered

His guilt and the feeling of missing you outweighed his discomfort of voicing his feelings

He'll start with an apology, saying how sorry he was and how terrible he felt

He didn't give any excuse or reason for his anger, he just apologized and stood there

He expects you to yell at him, leave him, insult him

Just gently take him in your arms and kiss his cheek

You don't even have to tell him anything, he'll promise to never yell at you like that again

"If I do, you can hit me as hard as you want."

Marc will say, though if you did actually hit him, he'd probably cry

He'll be so genuine with his words and.the nail in the coffin was the fact that he promised

Marc never makes promises, even if he knows he can fulfill them

But he swears up and down that he will never yell at you again

And he does everything in his power to reverse or heal the damage his words did to you

Even going out of his comfort zone

He loves you so much and he doesn't understand why you're still with him, but he thanks every God and Goddess that you are

Jake

He’s dangerously silent

He’ll stand there completely blanked face, eyes set in a slight glare as you argue about something that was definitely his fault

Maybe he missed a date and didn’t bother to let you know he wasn’t coming or wrote off your worry about a few injuries and called you ‘clingy’ and ‘overbearing’

Either way, he doesn’t respond to your anger, just standing there like he didn’t care

And it hurt

Once you were done explaining how you felt or what Jake did wrong, he’ll roll his eyes, pull out a cigarette and sit in the couch

He’ll play the baseball game he may have missed or just watch the news to really set in that something that boring was more interesting than your feelings

“Do you seriously find the news more important than our relationship?”

He won’t look at you

“I can’t believe this. If you care so fucking little, then why are you still here?”

“This is my house.”

“Then maybe I should go if it’s just your house.”

“You should.”

And you do

You go to a friends house, or a hotel, somewhere that you can rest for the night because you’re obviously not going to get anywhere with Jake and you can’t stand his attitude

The second you’re out of the room, Jake curses and throws the tv remote at the wall

He throws everything that he can without any worry of breaking something or getting a noise complaint

He'll throw bottles, plates, pillows, books

Once he's run out of steam, he'll shamefully clean up everything, throwing glass away and putting pillows back

That's give him the time he needs to realize 'oh shit, I fucked up'

He won't come out and admit it instantly, no

He'll fester in his guilt and figure out what exactly he should say

He'll even plan out when he should breathe during his apology

And when you get home, no matter when that is, Jake it waiting patiently with breakfast, lunch, or dinner

He'll give a nervous smile and walk up to you, giving you a hesitant kiss on your cheek before pulling you to the living room couch

Your plate of food is already made and somehow still warm despite Jake no knowing when you'd be back

He'll give an awkward apology, explaining how he's still not used to being something more than a protector for Marc and Steven, how he's still learning to let people in, how he loves you with all his heart despite being such a monster

He might start crying, but he'll try not to show you

He doesn't want to show vulnerability, but he knows it's important in a relationship

So he'll just ask very quietly if he can hug you

Is you say no, he'll nod in understanding as tears fall into his lap

He'll quietly mutter another apology and just sit there, unsure as to what to do

If you say yes, however, he'll gently wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head in your neck

He'll silently cry, muttering 'i love you' over and over again until you say it back

Just rub his back and kiss his head, tell him you forgive him or need time to forgive him and he'll understand either way

He loves you with his entire being, almost like he lives off of loving you

[ddollfface]

God, I love golden retriever men so much.

*Intensely staring at my fav athlete*

Now, that I have a brainrot~

1. Our lovely Athlete with a nerd darling.

- This would be funny. It is giving black cat × golden retriever. So hard.

- Darling has anemia? She's used to sitting around and reading? Can't walk too long to save her life? He's fucking carrying her everywhere.

- Can you imagine darling bringing a book about his sport (I don't know if you've mentioned what he plays) to the game and reading as they watch him play cuz they don't know crap about sports? He'd be so, "But you're supposed to be watching me." :Insert puppy eyes:

- He's isolating darling? Eh, Darling needs a 4 hour nap after every social gathering anyway.

Ok but-

2. Him with a nerd darling who's a childhood best friend, where darling has a childhood filled with emotional and physical abuse. (I'm finna design a whole ass character to ship him with. If you don't mind, of course.)

- This.

- Don't let me get started on this.

- They would be so power couple coded fr. (Darling knows Athlete is trying to manipulate her. Doesn't care as long as she's getting taken care of.)

- Darling is snarky with a S.

- Darling: "The cheerleader was flirting with you."

Athlete: "I know. :3"

Darling: "Go marry her."

Athlete: "But you're the love of my life. :("

Darling: "Oh, really? I could've sworn it was Cindy instead. Go to her, shoo."

Athlete: "No."

Darling: "Who's bestie are you?"

Athlete: "Yours."

Darling: "Exactly."

- Don't let this fool you, tho. He's def the dominant one in the relationship.

Athlete: "You're my baby :D."

Darling: "Mhmm. Don't say that infront of anyone else."

Athlete: "Why not?"

Darling: "I'll bite your head off, that's why."

(spoiler, he says it in front of everyone and darling does nothing but get shy.)

Darling: "Why would you say that?"

Athlete: "Becuz you're my baby?"

Darling: *cuddles closer to him.* *Whispering* "I'm his baby."

- 💗 anon (if I may) (also, he's my baby now, thank you. I'm keeping him in my head and heart.) (It's so late at night. I just keep thinking about this 😭 and I can't put my thoughts into proper words rn, bear with me on this)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Trigger Warnings; yandere behaviors, possessive behavior, talk about trauma bonding (both reader and yandere or mentally ill), yandere masking, bad writing, and me rambling (I'm so sorry 💗Nonny lol) If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ I offically declare you 💗Nonny!! And I don't mind you coming up with your own interpertations of reader and LoveSick!Athlete! Just share 'em! Also, I may or may not have gone on a tiny, just tiny, tangent, so sorry 💗Nonny... Feel free to submit more asks if 'ya want

LoveSick!Athlete can really mold and mend well with most personalities and darlings, this is due to his manipulative personality. A little off-topic, but he really has a hard time understanding who he is because he's always pretending to be what others deem "acceptable". This causes him to have a multitude of identity crises, but when his darling, you, comes into the picture, it makes it easier for him to find himself. He feels like he's the real him whenever he's with you. You just feel so natural, he feels natural, too. It's just right.

And for that reason, I think LoveSick!Athlete would go really well with a childhood!reader, seeing as she's been with him since they were young. And, I'm not too sure if you've read my Yan!Alphabet for him, but I mention LoveSick!Athlete's childhood; let's just say it wasn't the best situation for a kid.

LoveSick!Athlete would feel a special bond with his darling now, seeing as they've been together threw thick and thin. He's trama bounded to you, and you to him. We'll run off the assumption that reader has also had a bad childhood, whether it be an absent parent, abusive sibling/family member/or parent, whatever it is allows you to feel a connection to LoveSick!Athlete, seeing as you have a mutual situation. You both have something to bond over, something that locks you together.

He has a bad home environment, you have a bad home environment. He doesn't feel at home, so you become his home, and he to you.

And I like to run on the assumption that reader is all talk, no bite. And if you've read any of my writing where the reader talks, you'll see that I prefer to write reader as more "real" (to me anyway) because I'm personally not the hugest fan of the "helpless" reader. I like to write a darling who has a mouth, someone who's bratty (but that's 'cause I'm a brat lol).

Anyway, I'm getting off-topic, back to LoveSick!Athlete.

To your idea about a snarky reader, I totally agree. Honestly, LoveSick!Athlete would eat that shit up, no joke. He would love it, as he enjoys the back-and-forth between you two. He loves to press your buttons, wanting to see what sarcastic reply you have ready for him.

The thing is, he knows your just talking shit, never willing to actually do anything. You just run your mouth, and he lets you, but whenever you step outta line, sometimes, he's gotta put you back. Though, you'll never think of it like that. No, no, he's too sweet for that. He's gotta keep that golden retriever vibe going, y'know?

He just swat you on the ass, telling you that you got such a dirty mouth, mamas? I thought you were my little princess, no? Girls with a face like yours shouldn't be speakin' that like-

He'll just move on, as if he didn't just grope your butt, nope, not at all. And you'll be standing there awestruck, face red, and biting your tongue as you try to not overheat in embarrassment!!

It never ceases to entertain him, watching your face widen with surprise whenever he refers to you as his girl, his cute little girlfriend. The way your face heats up when he wraps his strong arm around your waist, putting his cap on your head (a silent sign of possession over you, trying to get the guy in the back to keep his eyes to himself, but you don't need to know that ;)).

In your little monologue, you go over some cheerleader girl (named Cindy??). Though I would agree that chicks (and some dudes) practically flock around LoveSick!Athlete, I would say that he doesn't even pay them any mind, not even entertaining the thought. Don't get me wrong, he'll talk to them, but make it painstakingly clear that he's only got one girl on his mind, you.

Most of the time, the girl will just find it endearing, slapping his shoulder, and telling him that he'd make a great husband or some shit like that. Of course, the chicks joking, making some nice comments to leave the, now awkward, conversation, but LoveSick!Athlete will take it to heart. Now, he's imagining a pretty ring on your finger, something he paid for, he got you. Because he'd be such a good provider for you, don't you know?

Another thought, 'cause I'm on a role, but I'm not sure if I've directly said this or not, but LoveSick!Athlete is a hockey player. I've tried putting strickly hockey photos on all my posts (you should see my Pinterest feed, it's filled with hot guys lolol).

Hockey is an aggressive sport, I would know. I used to ice skate every day for an hour or two. And, trust me, I got to see a lot of hot guys, though I was always too nervous to say anything, that's beside the point.

I can imagine that reader would be the same, intimidated by these testastrone-filled, young men who just wanna get all sweaty and gross. And I prefer to think that reader also doesn't know how to skate, much to LoveSick!Athlete's enjoyment.

Just to torture you, he'll take you to his ice rink, partly wanting to show you off, and also wanting you to rely on him to move around. He won't even let you hold onto the side, nope, all you got is him, babes.

And anyone who's been to a rink before knows that if you're not on the wall, or smack in the middle of the rink, you're in traffic, especially if it's busy. And this means that you gotta go fast, keeping pace with everyone else. And there's always a handful of assholes (usually hockey players) who will purposefully do a hockey stop, flinging a shit tone of ice at newbies.

I imagine that this shit would happen all the time and LoveSick!Athete is enjoying it sm. He gets a rush every time you flinch, clinging onto him tighter, especially when the really fast skaters zoom by you, scaring the crap outta you.

And he won't let you go at your own pace, forcing you to follow his lead. This means you're going far too fast for comfort, leaning on him for support. You're arms wrapped around his bicep, which isn't recommended btw. Your cheek pressed against his arm, holding on for dear life.

You'll snap at him, telling him to shut up and stop enjoying this, you dork. I'm only clinging to 'cause I gotta!

And he'll just take it, giving you a lopsided smirk.

[boujiestpoet]

Oh that's not pt 3

Summary: Lando starts dropping cryptic love messages in his instagram, getting fans excited until they discover who he is talking about, and he HARD luanches his new (not really new tho) girl.

Faceclaim: The one and only Ryan Destiny

Genre: Social Media/ Real life

THIS IS A REMINDER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION I DON'T KNOW NONE OF THIS PEOPLE, AND THIS WOTK DO NOT REPRESENT WHO THEY ARE

Previous chapter, Next Chapter

Amara sighs for the tenth time while waiting for her food. She's currently wondering if she made the right decision not to go to the SAG awards and instead decided to go to dinner with her boyfriend, whose eyes are glued to the screen

"You know I'm here in the flesh, there's no need to stalk my IG" she whispers, even though she doesn't need to because I'm in a private area of the luxury restaurant

"Sorry" the driver puts his phone down, his eyes moving towards his girlfriend

She is dressed in a brown dress that complements her beautiful skin, which shines like gold under the light, he is mesmerized.

"You're beautiful" he takes her hand, even though she hears those compliments every day, the actress always finds herself blushing. And every time he notices, her reaction always makes him smile.

"You have returned to planet earth" she smiles

"Sorry, I was rather distracted, it won't happen again" he kisses her hand

"I understand…the season is about to start, if I were in your place I wouldn't even be able to sleep"

"I am confident that this season will be better than last year" he announces

"I'll cheer for you wherever I am" she exclaims, Lando remembers that in a few days, Amara will have to leave Bahrain and they won't see each other for months.

"When will they start filming?" he asks

"Two weeks, but I have to be in London for the last costume fitting" finally the food arrives

"I'll miss you" he confesses, the girl knows what he means

"I will miss you too, but I will come to see you at all the GPs that will take place in Europe" she reassures him, Lando is not a person who lets anxiety get the better of him but when it happens he knows that Amara is there to do everything possible to make it sound good,

He doesn't want to make her worry but he himself doesn't want her to leave, but at the same time he loves how her eyes shine when she follows her passions. He didn't know that being in love was so simple and complicated at the same time

" It's a promise?" he pressed her hand.

"Yes darling, now let's eat before the food gets cold"

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[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 20/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 21, PART 22

Like ketchup. Slowly then all at once.

Radioapple!

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Lucifer still feels like he's underwater, floating where the current takes him. He thinks he's dreaming because his eyes refuse to open all the way.

At least he isn't burning anymore.

It's mostly quiet, the only sound he can hear is the sloshing of the water.

It's calm. He doesn't know how long has it been since he's been calm in the quiet without company.

Once in a while though, he hears voices. The waves carry them in weird intervals and he tries very hard to think who is talking.

'You'll be okay, Luci.'

'I'll do everything to make you comfortable and back to full health.'

'AN HONOR TO SERVE YOU, SIRE. DO GET BETTER. I SHALL GIVE YOU THE BEST SERVANT THE GOETIA CAN PROVIDE.'

'Big bro, if you wake up now, I'll give you a lifetime supply of my juice!'

'Okay fine, I'll change Looloo Land's name fo real, yeah?'

'You need to meet Fizzie still, Luci.'

'Don't worry sir! I didn't touch a single duck in your room when I cleaned it. No more bugs though!'

'Zestial and I give our deepest gratitude in behalf of the overlords, Your Majesty.'

'Charlie is a fast learner.'

'Oh, Your Majesty, do wake up. I don't think I can take any more of Alastor's not-rambling. I love me some romance but whooowee, a woman has her limits, yknow!'

'I don't think I can eva' thank ya enough fo' setting me free, short king.'

'Pretty badass, your kingness.''

'I want to get to know you still sir.'

'Darling, do come back to me now. I miss you so. And do not listen to any of Rosie's lies.'

'Dad, please wake up. I need you.'

The last voice caused the calm waters to turn into a whirlpool and he feels himself being pulled down. A bright light appears in front of him, illuminating the deep, dark waters. And for a moment, just a moment, he thinks- no it couldn't be;

He reaches out a hand to touch but as soon as it did, he was propelled to the surface.

Lucifer wakes up slowly and then all at once. The King blinks in confusion and trying to get his eyesight to clear. A blurry figure of white is the first to greet him; no face but it's smiling?

'Father?'

Charlie: Dad!

Huh?

Lucifer: Charlie?

He winces at the state of his voice. Did he scream himself sore? He tries remembering what happened and-

The roots.

Roo.

A ritual.

Charlie.

Hell.

Sloth.

Goodie.

The deal.

A prophecy.

A sudden pain stabbed his head which caused him to groan.

Lucifer: Shit!

He forces himself to sit up just to relieve it a little. A rubbing hand on his back grounds him a bit. Looking up, he came face-to-face with his daughter. His sweet, lovely, Charlie.

Charlie: Woah, Dad. Take it easy. Here have water and some pain meds. Aunt Bel left it here just in case.

He doesn't need to be told twice as he took the pill, noting the bitter taste in his mouth. Pride be damned (ha! get it?), he just wants the pain to go away.

Charlie is still fussing and talking a million miles per hour and Lucifer doesn't have the heart to make her stop even though his head is about to split in half.

Maybe Charlie will forgive him if he snaps right now. Thankfully that doesn't happen as a new person comes to enter his room.

Alastor: Charlie, dear, I think your father would appreciate a quieter room.

Charlie: - Oh, Al! Right! Sorry, dad.

Lucifer: It's okay, applepie. Can you also dim the lights a bit?

Alastor: Charlie, might I ask of you to get food for your father? There should be some leftovers still.

Charlie: O-oh I- Sure, Al! Be right back, dad!

As soon as she left, Alastor moves to Lucifer's bedside. Lucifer follows his movements and only then does the King realize the insane amount of flowers taking up every space in his room. And then he realized that Alastor has some in his hands too.

Lucifer: What's all this?

Alastor: Why, tokens from your loved ones and dearest citizens. These ones are of mine.

The Radio Demon points at the golden Marigolds. Lucifer observes the other flowers and sees that every bunch has atleast a few Marigolds tucked in them.

Did.. did Alastor put them there so he could have the most flowers given? What a possessive bastard.

His endearment must be obvious in his face because Alastor huffed- freaking huffed!

Alastor: Whatever you are thinking, it is simply nonsense.

Lucifer puts his hands up in a mock surrender.

Lucifer: I didn't say anything.

Alastor: Good.

Alastor can be so cute when he wants (or not want?) to be. His lover? partner? Yeah, partner, sits down by his side, letting Lucifer lean onto his shoulder.

He's not soft like Lilith but Lucifer feels just as content. The sin of Pride stares at his arms that is now covered in runes he doesn't understand, no longer just plain black. Roo really did a number on him- her powers were far too strong it basically altered his appearance. He's more demon now than he was ever an angel. He doesn't know how to feel about that.

Alastor: Some things are to be discussed, right, Your Majesty?

Lucifer: Mmm. Yeah. But- I can't. Not right now. I'm not sure if I can.

Alastor: That's alright, mon ange. We are not in a hurry. We have our afterlife.

Lucifer bites his lip and holds Alastor's hands in guilt. This is a burden he must carry himself. What's inside him... it would be more dangerous if anyone else knew, especially Heaven. It's better to think of it as a wild card than a ticking time bomb.

Alastor hums a tune that makes him sleepy again. He doesn't remember falling asleep but he does vaguely recall being laid down again. He remembers a feeling of a kiss on his forehead, something brushing his cheek and moving his hair.

A nice calm before the storm.

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Charlie took so long cos she wanted to heat it up but the microwave is missing?? (Alastor's doing)

Next chapter, Luci will wake again and have a talk with Charlie

Just wanted to get some Radioapple in there.

[namleeea]

anything for you

Pairing: Mason Mount x Fem!reader

Sumary: You lose your wedding ring and think about how to properly present this news to your husband.

Word count: 1,4K

Author's note: I really appreciate your feedback on my previous works, it means so much to me. I really love writing, and thanks to you, I also get a huge support! Thank you! I hope you enjoy this fic. fluff fluff fluff again:3

•••

You were married for two years and it was the best two years of your life, full of love and support. Mason was amazing, you both valued this marriage and cherished each other. When, after 4 years of a relationship in which you went through all sorts of difficulties together, he knelt down with a ring in his hand, you knew that from now on you are his, and he is yours. The feeling that it is Mason that man who will make you the happiest person turned out to be true. So yes, being Mason Mount’s wife is nothing but a gift from above.

Mason always woke up before you because he had to go to training, but he never missed a chance to soak in bed with you for another 10 minutes before getting up, leaving kisses on your sleepy face, which frowned every time his lips touched the skin.

“Mase?” you muttered sleepily. “M?”

“Don't bother me sleeping” you grumbled just as gloomily, making him laugh. You turned away from him and buried your face in the pillow, filling up your well-deserved hours.

“Well, cruel Lady, I got you” Your husband whispered and finally got out of bed. “Since I'm not appreciated here, then I’m leaving” He said dramatically, leaving the room. “Love u, baby” You mumbled to him and, making sure that he heard (and he did, otherwise he wouldn’t have giggled with such tenderness), went back to sleep.

•••

Finally, you got out of bed only after three hours, immediately heading to the bathroom. You stand in front of the mirror and brush your teeth until your gaze finally falls on the finger on your hand. A finger without a ring. You frantically double-check your hand with the hope that you just imagined it, but no. There is no ring on it. “Fuck” You swear quietly and start looking at all sorts of shelves. There is nothing in the bathroom, as well as in the bedroom. And in a few other rooms that you've had time to inspect up and down in the last half hour. “No no no no no!” Panic gradually rises to the throat. “I couldn't lose it”.

So after two hours of long searching and complete acceptance of your failure, you wearily collapse onto the sofa in the living room and let grief to overcome you. The first thought that popped into your head was to tell Mason about it. You took out your phone, clicked on the desired number and waited for an answer, biting your lips nervously. Why were you so worried? You couldn't answer that question.

“Hey, love” Your husband replies with tenderness in his voice, picking up the phone. “Mase, are you busy right now?” your voice sounds plaintive enough to make him worry. “I am not, I can talk. What's wrong, Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Babe, I'm so sad and ashamed. I lost my ring” Silence for a few seconds seemed to you eternal. “Uuum…that’s fine? I mean it's just a ring, honey. You can find it, or at least you can by new one. What's ring it was?”

“I can’t by new one, Mase” You mustered up the courage to say the following: “It was an wedding ring”.

“…Ow”

“I’m so sorry” You didn’t know exactly why you felt so bad. But you were ashamed to lose something so highly valuable, as if you were careless about it, which, of course, was not true. But there was nothing you could do about that feeling. “Honey...you shouldn't be sorry”.

“I lost my wedding ring, i’m so fucking stupid, how can i lost it?”

“Y/n, love, everything is okay. It's could happen to anyone. Don't blame yourself okay? I love you, it's fine" You felt the tears coming up and a lump squeezing your throat. The way Mason spoke with care and warmth only finished you off even more. “I love you more, Masy”.

“I'll be home in two hours, darling. I will come to give you the strongest hugs and bring you hot chocolate. And then we'll sit down to watch a movie and kiss a lot. You know, I will do everything that all sorts of foolish thoughts do not climb into your lovely head” You smiled when you heard it and once again realized what a treasure you received as a gift from the universe. “Ok, I'm waiting for you”.

•••

You decided to do some cleaning to distract yourself before Mason arrives, but finished quickly enough and proceeded to dinner. While you were standing at the table peeling potatoes, the front door opened, but you were wearing headphones, so you didn’t hear it.

“Y/n!” Mason called you and, having received no answer, followed to the kitchen, where he found you. Mount smiled, mesmerized by you, came up from behind and hugged you, making you jump in surprise. “You scared me!” You put down your headphones and turned your head slightly to receive a welcoming kiss.

“I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you, but you were so beautiful, I couldn't resist hugging you” You giggled into his lips and he pulled you into another gentle kiss. “I'm so glad to see you” You whispered, relaxing in his arms.

“I rushed to you with all my might” He said. You mumbled and leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing Mason to kiss your neck. “And I have a present for you”.

“What? Which present?”

“I didn't want you to be upset about the ring” He said. You squinted incomprehensibly, feeling how resentment for the ridiculous loss grabs you by the throat again. Mason takes something out of his pocket and holds it out in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was hiding.

Velvet box.

“Don't tell me it's what I think”

“Depending on what you think” Grinned Mount. You glanced at your husband with displeasure and with trembling hands took the box from him, opening it.

Ring. Wedding ring.

Very similar to the one you lost, but not exactly the same.

Tears roll uncontrollably into your eyes and you sob softly before turning in Mason's arms and hiding your face on his chest.

“You are a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Lord, my love, and this is the first thing you say to me after such a gift?”

“I hate you. Why did you buy the ring?” You mumbled tearfully into his shoulder, answering his strong hugs. “Because you are my wife and I want you to wear your wedding ring”.

“But I did not deserve it ... I lost the last one”.

“What a nonsense, honey. Of course you deserve it. So put on this ring so everyone knows we love each other. Or maybe you don’t like the ring?”

“Of course I do. It’s wonderful” You looked at the ring in your hands with admiration. Mason, realizing that you are really pleased with it, took the ring from your hands and put it on your finger with trepidation.

“Every time I do this I get excited like the first time” He said with bright smile. “Maybe you should lose your rings more often? So then I can buy new ones every time and put them on your fingers” You lightly hit him on the shoulder, making him laugh.

“It’s not funny!”

“It is, actually” your husband wraps you in a tight hug, and you melt in his arms, inhaling the scent of his perfume. And in this intimate moment, while you are standing in the kitchen and hugging, the world stops. There is only you and him. And you know that it will be like this for an eternity.

“I love you, Mase” He gently kisses your temple and smiles. “I love you more, Y/n. More than anything”

The ring shines brightly in the light from the chandelier, and you look at it spellbound, gradually getting used to the new one.

“I like it very much, thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me. You know what’s better? Let’s lie down on the couch and turn on some movie”

“I also want ice cream” You mumbled into his neck. He chuckled, picked you up in his arms to carry you to the living room and gently place you on the sofa. “I got you, princess. I'll go get us ice cream and a blanket” He left a kiss on your cheek and went upstairs. You couldn't stop smiling while you waited for him, you sat and looked at the ring with burning eyes and squeaked into the pillow.

“I love you, Mase. I love you more than anything” Your whisper froze in the air and you held your breath, waiting for the soon return of your husband and his warm hugs.

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Thinking of any girl dad matty at a baba’s first dance recital… baby girl in a little pink tutu being excited/nervous to preform for everyone and now I’m crying

i could write a whole fic about amy being a total diva about her first dance show but actually i wanna switch universes and talk about the sweetest tmr baby of them all, miss phoebe. all your girls dance from the time they're tiny, because it's both a good way to make friends and also teaches them a lot about coordination and bodily awareness and discipline and teamwork, but your youngest is the one who enjoys it most of all - every week, she loves putting on her swishy little practice dress and her ballet shoes and going to class, eagerly showing you and matty and her sisters what she's learned that week to great applause from all of you (matty especially. he is such a dance dad. in a wholesome way). she's four when her first recital showcase thing happens, and it's literally all she can talk about for weeks; like, she begs you or matty or denise to let her try her pretty costume on, to put her hair in a little bun and let her wear lipgloss and glitter, and it's really adorable how excited she is. when you get to the theatre on the day of the show, though, she's suddenly shy, clinging to your hand as you walk through the seats to go backstage and looking up at it with complete trepidation, and even when you're in the dressing room with her getting her ready she's a lot quieter than usual - mind you, she makes it through the dress rehearsal of her dance just fine, albeit slightly reserved in her performance, but she just RUNS and clings to you once it's done like "that was scary, mummy". while you console her like "you were so brave for even doing that, munchkin! you'll be alright for the show, though, yeah? to show your dance to daddy and dyl and lena and nana and everyone?", which she says she will be, you text matty to tell him phoebe had a little bit of stage fright, and he replies like "oh 🥺 i'll talk to her". and he does, when he picks you both up to grab some dinner before the show - he takes her hand and walks a bit ahead of you with her, and says "a little birdy told me you were feeling a little bit nervous, darling. s'that true?", and she nods, and matty crouches to be level with her and says "you know what? it's normal, munchkin, i get like that when i go onstage too. but you know what helps me?", and phoebe's like "what?", and he smiles like "the fact i've got my friends there. uncle ross and uncle adam are beside me, uncle george and uncle jamie are there when i turn around, and there's always friends cheering me on in the crowd. and you have that too! you've got lucy and paloma and kira dancing with you, and me and mummy and everyone in the crowd - just think that you're having fun with your friends like you do in class, and you'll be fine, alright? now, c'mere, my brave girl, give me a cuddle". phoebe perks up a bit after that, and the show goes so well!! she's so cute in her little outfit, jumping and spinning so happily that both you and matty have a little sniffle about your baby growing up; she looks so like him when she smiles like that, too, and you love it. anyway, after the show she comes tearing out to hug all of you, curls escaping the bun lol, and proudly carries the flowers matty gives her all the way home while he carries her and tells her how proud he is of her. sweet girl <3

[m-jelly]

Jelly! Hi, how are you today? :]

I have a request, Levi and Reader swapping hoodies right before he has to go on a trip to Marley. Maybe a few days he misses them and ends up calling them for a pillow talk. FLUUUUUUUUFFFFY

Thank you, Jelly. Have a wonderful day ^u^

@kenkopanda-art <3

So close and yet, so far.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, CEO Levi, fluff, romance, established couple, phone calls

Levi goes on a business trip to Marley for a few days. You both swap hoodies so you can keep something close you both wear a lot. However, the hoodies are not enough. Levi calls you and you talk for hours.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Hushed sobs filled the room as you and Levi clung to each other before the front door. It was hard to let each other go, but it was needed. Levi had work to do and he was a busy man but he always made time for the love of his life.

With his strong hands, he cupped your face and gazed at you. "You're making me cry."

You whined a little. "Sorry."

He kissed away all your tears. "Don't be sorry for feeling, okay?"

"Yes."

He smiled before kissing you. "I love you so much. I will miss you, but we'll message every day and I'll call you at night. Deal?"

You sniffed a bit as you nodded. "Yes." You fixed his coat for him and kissed him over and over. "I love you. I'll keep in touch." You gasped and hurried to your room. "Wait!" You ran back with a bright smile. "My favourite hoodie. Take it with you."

Levi gently took your hoodie and inhaled deeply. "Mm, perfect." He opened his suitcase and put it in before taking out the hoodie he was planning on taking. "Here, this is my favourite."

You hugged it tightly. "I will treasure it forever."

"I'm only gone for four days and then I'll be back."

You smiled brightly. "Have a safe trip!"

He took his suitcase and waved to you. "See you soon!"

The journey was long and hard for Levi because you were not by his side. It'd been a while since he had travelled without you. The two of you were joined at the hip, but now you were not. He used to love being in a hotel room with you. He messaged you as soon as he got to his hotel, but the desire was strong to be with you.

When the second night came, he had enough. He hugged your hoodie tightly and grabbed his phone. He supported his phone on the bed and called you. He smiled a little as he waited for you. He lit up as soon as your face appeared on the screen.

Levi gasped in delight as he said your name. "Evening my darling love!"

You hummed a laugh. "Evening handsome." You climbed into bed and lay on your side. "Are you okay?"

"I missed you."

You welled up. "I miss you too!" You wiggled closer. "Other than missing me, is everything okay?"

He sighed. "No."

"No? What's wrong?"

He whined. "I miss you! I just miss you."

You blew him kisses. "I miss you too. I'm wearing your hoodie right now."

Levi lifted your hoodie up. "I have yours in bed with me."

"Levi?"

"Mm?"

You pouted. "Don't go away for a long time again, please?"

Levi chuckled. "I promise I won't. When I come home, I'm gonna squeeze you so hard and shower you in kisses."

"Me too!" You smiled a little. "So, how was your day?"

Levi unloaded everything that was going on with him and the things he'd been doing. He felt so much lighter telling you the things going on with him. He felt great at the end but a bit of guilt crept inside him when he realised he'd been talking so much.

He blushed a little. "S-Sorry, I've been talking your ear off."

"I asked. I love hearing you talk."

"Mm, thank you." He chuckled. "You're sweet to me."

"Because I love you and you're handsome."

Levi chuckled. "Thank you. I love you too. So, tell me about your day."

The two of you talked all night long until you fell asleep to the sound of each other's voices. When the sun rose in the morning, Levi was the first to wake up and see that the call was still going. He couldn't stop smiling when he saw your cute sleeping face. He adored waking up in the morning to you. Levi knew as he gazed at you that you were the woman he was going to marry.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Say that again. Part 2. —Mason Mount

warning: a little of angst, curses.

words: +3k

#sexynote: thank you sm for the support <3 More is coming soon ;) xoxo

8 months later.

Returning to London was a difficult decision to make. Especially when you had left everything behind, with thousands of doubts and uncertainty, not knowing what would happen.

It was no secret that what hurt you the most was leaving Mason, after that night of your goodbye, you never saw him again. And you could still feel your skin crawl at the memory of his confession and his wish for you not to leave. But it was your decision and you were as eager as anyone to leave England to start a new life in Norway.

Every day that passed, you were convinced that you had already forgotten Mason and after so many months, he would have forgotten you too. It was obvious that his was a whim, as it had always been.

The flight home was pretty smooth and quick, excited to see your friends again. Sophia would be waiting for you at the airport and the anxiousness made you shiver as you walked through the gate carrying your things, expecting to see your best friend on the other side and just as you imagined, there she was. You ran to her and grabbed her in a big hug when she opened her hands to receive you, wrapping you in a big, warm embrace.

"I missed you so much," she squealed happily, still turning in her embrace.

"Me too, darling" you kissed her cheek softly.

"What about me?" you heard someone's manly voice speak. Of course he had come. He never let his girlfriend go anywhere alone.

"Mr. Havertz"you greeted with a laugh, jumping into his arms.

"Hi, little bug" you whispered, slipping into his embrace. "I almost didn't recognize you".

"It's only been eight months, Kai," you tapped his shoulder gently.

"It's been a long time since you left, bug". You smiled a little, nodding.

"Well, we're leaving now," your friend took your hand, leading you to the exit. Her boyfriend snorted at having to be the one to take all your stuff, and don't lie, it was kind of funny.

You arrived at his house after a trip full of questions and answers from both of you, especially Sophia, who wanted to know everything about your trip and your new life. You were very excited to see your friends and your parents again, who you missed like nobody else.

"Tomorrow is the game, will you come," asked Kai when they were having dinner. "I'll see my parents," you said, denying. "Maybe I'll see you later"

Sophia gave you a glimpse of complicity. Kai didn't know what had happened with Mason, you never told him and you really hoped Mason hadn't told him anything. You knew Kai was protective, he wouldn't choose you or Mason, but putting the pressure on him to know what happened between you wasn't something you wanted for their relationship, as Kai and Mason were good friends and work colleagues.

After dinner, Kai went upstairs to take a shower while you and Sophia stayed after dinner, drinking a last glass of wine.

Your friend didn't broach the subject and you were grateful she was so empathetic to you because coming back home had already upset your stomach and talking about Mason would make everything worse.

So you stayed up late chatting, trying to hide the urge to ask about him that you had. You'd only seen a couple of news stories about the club and that he was dating a famous girl, but you never inquired because you didn't want to go back to your past.

(...)

The next morning you woke up and had breakfast with your friends, still talking about so many things that had happened since you had returned. You were waiting for your mother's message that she would pick you up, but after a while, you were still waiting.

"We're leaving now," Sophia announced from the door of your room.

"See you later," you waved. "Try to score a goal for me," you squealed to Kai when he stuck his head out.

"I will," he said proudly, making you smile. -See you later, right?

You nodded, raising your hand to dismiss him. You went back to lie in bed waiting for news from your mother, so after a while you decided to call him.

"Honey!" she squealed happily.

"Hi mom, I'm here waiting for you for lunch" you said quickly.

"Oh, honey" she said somewhat disappointed. "Your father had forgotten we had a golf game and I didn't let you know."

"Really, Mom?" you snorted.

"Honey, we talked on video call yesterday and you'll be staying for almost two months. We'll have time to catch up and cuddle a lot" I commented amused.

You smiled as you heard your father's call from afar.

"It's okay, Mom" you agreed. "Call me when they're done."

"Peter, honey, T/n on the phone!" she shrieked towards your father. "He's about to play, see you honey!"

You laughed with a laugh as you heard your dad say something to your mom that you couldn't understand. You really missed your parents and it was true, you still had a lot of time to catch up. Going back to London had really made your head a mess, full of nostalgia.

You snorted, dropping the phone as you stared at the ceiling. Now what would you do? You closed your eyes trying to think.

I need you. I've always liked you.

Mason's words echoed in your head and the memories of that day came back to your mind.

You brought your hand to your chest as your heart began to pound. Don't think so hard, your subconscious said.

And just as you thought, you got up and grabbed your bag quickly, heading out to the street. You called for a cab and it didn't take you long to get to the city party. The streets were decorated in that tone blue you liked so much, people walking in them wearing club shirts, you could even read a few with your name on them.

Everything was just as you remembered.

You called Sophia and told her what had happened, so she quickly came for you at the entrance of the stadium.

You didn't even know why you had come. You just wanted to feel again what you had felt a long time ago. Your ears filled with the chorus of the stands at full volume, while the screams could be heard for miles. Your skin crawled as your eyes focused on the field, trying to find the one person you had come for.

That's when your eyes found him.

Number 19 in the center of the field.

You sighed settling into your seat as Sophia's hand took yours squeezing it, as your friend could see how you were somewhat distant from the new feeling.

The match was quite intense for both, hopefully the match would end with a victory for the blues. Your eyes hadn't stopped following number 19 since you had arrived, trying to meet his gaze but you knew he wouldn't look at you. He didn't even know you were back in London, not even that you were in the same stadium as him.

When the referee blew the final whistle, you stood up from your place, ready to go to the car to wait for your friends. Among the people you tried to walk, when a premonition echoed in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye you turned your head slightly, meeting those eyes for the first time.

Those deep black eyes staring back at you from the center of the court, recognizing you in the crowd. Mason stood static for a few moments and though you did too, you lowered your head to keep walking. The heart in your chest was beginning to pound as the urge to cry came over you.

You ended up in the aisles of the stadium on the verge of tachycardia for remembering what had happened that night. His lips on yours, his words, his touch. You hadn't felt anything like that since you left and you were sure you'd never feel it again, but you couldn't let him win this fight.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd began to die down as you moved deeper into the corridors, you picked up the phone to call your friend, trying to find your way out, you had forgotten how to escape this place. A jolt to your body made you stop, someone else had bumped into you as you were trying to read the exit signs.

"I'm sorry" apologized the other person.

And suddenly, you stopped breathing.

There it was. The one person who was capable of taking your breath away. The person you were most afraid to meet. Was the universe against you?

Why didn't you stop, why didn't you apologize and act like a normal person, why didn't your body seem to connect with your mind, why didn't your body seem to connect with your mind?

"Y/n..." he whispered.

A shiver ran down your spine.

Slowly you began to turn around, seeing him standing there in front of you. He was still wearing his team outfit, his hair damp and his face somewhat exhausted.

He looked so gorgeous.

"Hello, Mason" you greeted simply. You waited for a response but he didn't say anything else, he just stood static as he had a few moments ago.

"I have to go, it was nice to see you again" you forced yourself to smile a little, masking the ache in your chest.

All this time you thought you were over him but deep in your heart you knew, you could never forget Mason. Every day that passed you tried to move on, but leaving him that night hadn't been easy. And seeing him again wasn't either.

You turned away from your spot again, starting to walk slowly away from Mason. You were surprised to hear nothing more from him.

Why wasn't he saying anything? Wasn't he going to stop you? Had he given up on love?

Had he given up on you? Your heart shattered.

Maybe Mason had forgotten you, maybe he had found that person. He didn't love you anymore. Maybe he never had.

You had come back just for him.

You wanted to stop lying to yourself and your friends or family. You had come back to London just for Mason.

You wanted him back. But you lost him.

You were tired of running away from him and you wanted to tell him everything... but it was too late. Mason had forgotten you.

He had moved on.

You quickly turned to see him and your eyes filled with tears as you saw his back receding down the hallway.

Now it was he who was running away from you.

"Mason!" you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Please stop. You wanted to scream for him.

A tear spilled down your cheek when he wouldn't stop.

"Stop, Mason!" you begged again. "Please"

And when you least expected it, he stopped.

Your steps were giant as you walked toward him, charged in courage and bravery.

You weren't going to run away again. Head held high and heart pounding, you weren't going to let him go.

You reached Mason in a matter of seconds, who still had his back turned but as you sensed behind him, he gently spun around. His face was uneasy, his gaze dull, a sad grimace in his expression

"You won't say anything?" you asked.

Mason lifted his shoulders dejectedly.

"All right, I'll do the talking."

You didn't mind standing in the middle of the hallway cause you had so much to say. You wouldn't stand another minute with so much on your chest.

"I'm sorry" you started. "I never wanted to leave, Mason. But I had to" you said sure. "I couldn't stay when I didn't know what I felt or wanted but I know I hurt you and maybe you hate me and that's okay."

You sighed to find more courage than you already had.

"I should have called or even said something but I didn't know if what you had said that night was true, we were drunk and you had always played with me, I was scared..."

You loved Mason. You love Mason. More then anyone.

You had realized that since you had run away from him that day. While you were taking the flight, when you met your new friends, when you went to your new college, even when you were with other men. You had always loved him.

"I love you, Mason" you confessed to his bright gaze. "I know it's late, but i don't want to leave without telling you."

The words had come like a song from your mouth and now you felt the emptiness in your chest. But the pain was still there.

Mason hadn't said a word other than to look at you with his lost gaze and droopy eyes.

It's okay. You thought holding back tears, you didn't want a show in the middle of the halls of state.

You deserve it. You thought again.

Determined, you turned to, this time, leave the place for good.

But you couldn't.

The gentle touch of his warm hand stopped you by the forearm and memories took you back to that night.

That night that had changed everything.

You even went ahead of him and desperately your lips impacted with his, joining us in a perfect kiss. His lips felt just as you had imagined a million times when you were far away.

Soft, warm and delicious like the first time you had kissed them.

His large hands settled on your waist pulling you as close to his body as possible while yours embraced his muscular back, squeezing it as you felt the comfort of being in his arms again.

The rhythm of the kiss had gained intensity as the minutes passed, your lips seeking no rest as they needed each other more and more after so long. It was as if their bodies had become glued together from the electricity that coursed through them in their reconciliation kiss.

"Say that again" you asked as he did that night. "Say you can't let me go, Mason and i won't leave" you begged in a whisper remembering his words.

"I can't let you go, Y/n" he said against your lips. His forehead resting against yours as his nose nuzzled yours.

Because you didn't plan on leaving again. You knew the moment you saw Mason Mount again, you couldn't leave him.

And you were sure that this time, you would stay by his side.

PD: 2:30 in the morning and here i am writing for you. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for your support!!!!!

More imagines are coming soon, stay tuned <3

[captain-n-crunchies]

My Baby Boo

Yan! Ghost x Black Hoochie mam Reader

( Inspo for makeup and how I beileve she'll kinda look but it just inspo)

Moving from Memphis to the quite little city of Nothern Montana was a pretty start, from my own mama judging my dreams of being a biochemical engineer to my daddy being my only hero against my mama wrath of " All you going to be is pregnant and 23 Y/n! Just get a regular job a nurse or fast-food worker and quit this science shit!" My mama wanted to be a doctor since she was a kid, till she fooled around with my daddy and fucked it up! Now I gotta be the one to get all her anger! I mean if you told 15-year-old me I'd have a Master's degree of Biochemistry with a paid internship!? AND I moved to across the states to achieve my dream only at 25? I wouldn't believe you.

I've being living in the quite neighborhood for a good 3 months before all this shit happened let's go from the day I moved in.

*Flashback*

" Alrighty ma'am you all set, need anything?"

" Nah I'm but, thank you for helping me mister?

" Fred, sugar just calls me Fred"

" Well thank you Fred... You can gon on now"

I guess he was taken backed he just walked away no bye or nothing! His rude ass. Walking into my house I begin to stay unpacking, my bed was a little late gettin here buttt I got my living room and kitchen down so far when I heard a thud

*THUD*

" Now what the-"

*THUD THUD*

" Oh hell nah, MISTER FRED!"

I jog out the house to see Fred sitting on his rocking chair, I asked him about the house and hearing hard ass thuds and his old ass tells me it probably the squirrels scratching.

" Why you ain't tell me that when buying the house?

" Because it wasn't important then! Look the squirrels like peanut butter bye some and put it out to lead them out na"

I just look at him and I turn, and I thought I saw eyes peeking at me, but I just shake it off, and I ask him just to check it out. He heads to his garage for a ladder and trails me to my house only looking at my ass though, fuckin pervert.

" Hey! Go up there and see about the squirrels!"

" Huh- Ok ok I'm goin I'm goin...reminds me of Hellen.."

He climbs up the ladder and knocks on the wood

" Hm, Hey there girlie there ain't no holes for no squirrels up here

" What you mean? I heard a thud twice by now they probably in the house"

" No siree they aint nowhere without a way to get out, you just heard the house settle I'm guessin"

That wasn't no house settling, a house settling is like a creak not a loud ass thud like I dropped something! I see Fred old ass walk back into his house and I just go inside checking every but of the house, strange enough I set my phone down on the counter and it missing? I found it in the living room but I haven't been in there yet?

She's gorgeous... she a doll even! Pretty skin, her teeth glimmers with jewels and that voice so silky yet firm, she looks like Meleesa... my dear! My darling has come back to reach me from the heavens! Has God forsaken my body to never touch her again? To see her walk around for other to touch the skin of deity for everyone to be able to talk to her without a worry she runs and screams from me? I'll make her minds for she was my golden egg, my baby... I hope she still yearns for me in my state.

It's been a hot minute since I heard something and I finally have my place set, it a tiny bedroom but my vanity and bed fills it perfectly! It's about 9 something and I'm watching some movie on Netflix when I feel a chill, getting up to turn my heat on a see a note on my counter

" My baby, has been a long time since I see that smile of your, heard the soften voice, and smelled your devious scent. I see how you look very different from our last meeting, you've filled up quite nicely; later in the night I will watch you again, I will smell your scent and keep wanting to touch you like I once did. Til I met you again- Your Boo"

What type of mostly ghostly bullshit is going on! I look around and feel another chill as I turn on the heat and turn all all the light, fuck my bill I'll be cool! Running into my room I lock my door and turn on all my light and even the tv, I sit in my bed in my shorts and cami and I ask my friend if she can call, I don't know why I keep her around but she answer and I tell her everything including how Fred didnt tell me about the house.

" Girl I told you don't move nowhere that didn't have niggas til the 1700s!'

" Thats not important! What is that I got some Micheal Myers nigga trying get me!"

" Did it say who it was from?"

" No, it was signed My boo, ian have my boyfriend since FAMU"

" He funny at least"

" Now what so funny about me getting stalked?"

" He signed it my boo, and he's a ghost if you didn't see nobody and what ghost say? Boo! He funny!"

I stare at my phone, and I hang up NOT in the mood. I turn on some music and I just distract myself fixing my hair, painting my toes, anything when I heard water running in my bathroom, walking in there I see the mirror fogs with a message, ' She's quite clever dearest, maybe you should listen to your friends' words- Your Boo'

" Ok...OK I GET IT!" I yell getting anxious that some freaky ass ghost is calling me his dearest! MY DADDY DONT EVEN DO THAT MUCH! With this ghost here I run other the bathroom and lock the door to my room, taking the key and I just run to my car. I unlock my car and drove to the nearest hotel and just crash there for a few days, maybe ghost die if it no one to haunt right? As I drive, I heard a chime on my phone, then another, then a flood of chimes and I stop to check; all the messages from the same number talking about how I can't run, I have no one in this city, I have to come home soon, and he'll be waiting...all signed my boo. I turn off my phone and finds a hotel and pays for two nights, only in my night clothes I sleep for the night, and I prayed I still had some clothes in my car, luckily I had a few clothes and some body care, after a quick shower I head to bed with the lights on and my mind full.

How dare she! Has she no care what she leaves with! I show her care I fix the house; I chased Fred away with my bare hands all for her and THIS is my payment! My dearest must forget her punishments were all but nice with me. But I can't hurt her... no not ever again will I drain the life from her body, never again will I force her gaze upon my bloodshed, no... no will I force my hand to bruise a deity's skin. She cursed me that til I let her go I will never pass... I won't let her go, even if she takes her life, I will bring her back, I make her into me! A lost soul wandering this planet, YES! if I make her agree with my love at the next moon I can... NO! Have I lost my mind! Her skin will fade, her bones will break, her voice will turn to whispers... it's not worth it I WONT EVER AGAIN! It happened once and I failed her but it another chance... I will get her back.

Back in this spooky ass house again. It's been a few days week even and I tried to get Fred to check it out but all he does is ignore me, in my room set up camera around the house and hook it too my computer so that I can catch this creep, it was late today 12:45 am it was thundering today, in my room I scroll on my phone with the tv on some movie, I felt a chill... the same chill. I get get up and back to my door looking around

" OK DAMMIT! SHOW YOUR DAMN SELF OR I'LL BREAK MY FOOT UP YA-"

" So violent my love~"

I look around til a feather of a hand touches my cheek, jerking away I turn too see a pale man... see through even with a evil smile and a a stature shaped from God

" Oh my..."

"Hello, my dearest, I hope your aren't too mad at me for our last encounter"

" Who are-"

" As your friend said, your boo~"

It seems you've pasted out, never the matter it will be best your out for the evening. So much to do with a the body you claimed now Melessa... Hello my beautiful baby~

A.N: ( Ouuu not me making a creepy character , i know yall thought I couldn't do huh! I just be writing too yall, I mean I started this at 6 sum and it's 10... like I said Im Shakesphere! But hope yall like this and it more to come from our ghost companion! LOve y'all! MWAHH)

[drunkenbagel]

Enchanted to meet you- Part 1 (repost)

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Spanish f!reader Contents: slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers, reader is in her mid-late 20s, sometimes a little strong language, not that many yet. Word count: 1,8k A/N: reposting because apparently I messed with something on my acc and it got deleted :') Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

In days like this, moving to New York seemed like the wrong idea. You were late to one of your deadlines, your boss just yelled at you, you were missing your family an awful lot, and everything seemed like it was against you. That's why you were on your way to the small cafeteria you went regularly. The café/bar almost felt like one of those you had back home, and it made you feel at ease when you felt like everything was falling out of your reach. Walking in, you saw a few people seated on the chairs, and you smiled as you made your way into the counter to the lovely old Spanish man that had become your friend.

“Hola Ernesto. ¿Cómo estás hoy?” you asked him. (Hello Ernesto. How are you today?)

“¡y/n, querida! Bien, ahora que te he visto” he smiled sweetly. “¿Estas bien? Se te ve cansada, cielo” (y/n, dear! Good, now that I've seen you. / Are you alright? You look tired, darling.)

You sighed.

“I'm good. Tired. That's why I came here. You know your café con leche always cheers me up. The best in all the city” you said, taking your jacket off and leaving it one of the tables beside the counter.

„Ah, eres la única que lo aprecia. The others just like the café solo or black coffee, anyways” he chuckled, and started preparing one right away. (Ah, you're the only one that appreciates it.)

The two of you made small talk until another customer came in, and you sat at your usual table. You took out your laptop and started working on that damned deadline you had. After a while, you had finished the work you were behind, and after stretching yourself on the chair, you took the last sip of your coffee.

“Anita! Hola, querida” you heard Ernesto say. You turned around, curious, and you met with a woman that often visited the shop. (Anita! Hello, dear. btw, -ita/-ito is used as a diminutive, in names often lovingly.)

“¡Hola Ernesto! Lo de siempre, para llevar, por favor. And a croissant” she said, smiling. Then when she turned around to reach her purse, she saw you. “Hey, y/n! Long time no see” (Hello Ernesto! The usual, to take away, please)

After paying, she sat next to you on the table while she waited for her order. You knew Ana from a while back, since you first met in Ernesto's shop. It was quite a spot for Hispanic people, honestly, since a lot of them longed for a piece of familiarity in this big city. You two made small talk about your lives, and then Ernesto called her name.

“Well, it's always nice seeing you, y/n, we really have to go out like old times. I miss getting drunk with you!” she laughed.

“I could really use a little fun, honestly. So I might take up on your offer, Ana” you smiled.

“Well, I might be going out this weekend, if I don't end up dead because of workload. I'll text you!” she said while taking her order and heading out. “Bye, cielo. Hasta luego, Ernesto!” (See you later, Ernesto!)

The old man waved her goodbye, and you stood up to take another coffee. Then you sat back and scrolled a little through TikTok. The page was flooding with new Pedro Pascal edits, and you welcomed each and every one of them. How can a man be so fine without even trying?

You heard another person entering the shop, but kept your eyes on yet another video of your 'for you' page.

“Ah, Pedrito! Cuanto tiempo sin verte, mijo” you heard Ernesto say cheerfully. (Ah, Pedrito! It has been a while without seeing you, son.)

You snorted, a bit too loud, and without looking into their direction, you quietly apologized.

“Igualmente, ya sabes que me gusta pasarme a verte cuando estoy en la ciudad” you heard the man say. Funny, because you came a lot, and his voice sounded familiar, but not from hearing it around here. (Same, you know I like to come around and see you when I'm in the city.)

“¿Te pongo lo de siempre?” Ernesto asked. (Do I get you the usual?)

“Sí, por favor. Si tienes, ese café colombiano tan rico” the other man answered, and you almost felt him smile. Oh, that coffee was good. He had a good taste. (Yes, please. If you have some, that tasty Colombian coffee.)

You didn't hear their small talk, but your attention chimed in again when Ernesto talked.

“Aquí tienes, Pedrito. Si quieres algo más ya sabes donde encontrarme.” (Here you go, Pedrito. If you want anything else, you know where to find me.)

“Grac-”

You unconciously snorted again when hearing the nickname, and you felt their eyes on you again.

“Do I know you?”

“No, sorry, I just know someone called like that. I'm really sorry. Promise I'm not laughing at you” you said, again not tearing your eyes from the screen. Funny enough, another Pedro Pascal edit popped up in your phone. You smiled to yourself. After a bit, you saw someone approaching you sideways.

“Can I sit here?”

You stopped the video and looked up to answer.

“Yeah su-”

Your eyes met another coffee coloured ones, and your mouth stopped mid sentence. You blinked. Wait... What? This can't be happening. You frowned and looked down at the paused video on your screen. Then again at his face. The same face.

“Uh...”

“Can I still sit? If you don't mind. I'm a little tired”

“Ye-yeah. Sure” you made a little space on the table by scooting your things to you, still a little dumbfounded.

You watched him as he sat down, took his jacket and scarf off, and put his hands around the cup to warm them. You were at loss of words. Was this a joke? Were you hallucinating from a coffee overdose? Where you the only one seeing Pedro motherfucking Pascal sat in front of you? Your eyes scanned the shop, no one turned around to watch your table or made any move to come to you. You moved your eyes back to him, and he was already looking at you.

“You alright?“

“Yeah”

“I'm guessing you finally recognized me” he said, a small side smirk creeping on his lips.

“Yeah”

“And you're fine?”

“Yeah”

“Do you know more words than that?”

“Yeah” you answered without thinking. He laughed at that. “Wait- I mean-”

“‘S alright. I can leave if I'm making you uncomfortable or something.”

“I should be the one telling you that” you huffed, now smiling a bit.

“Ah, so the lady knows how to speak properly” he said mockingly.

“Oye! You're making it a little hard for me. Just let me process it. I'm having kind of a weird moment now.”

He chuckled, and took a sip of his coffee. You two sat there for a couple minutes, just sipping your coffees and occasionally glancing at each other.

“Are you freaking out?”

“Surprisingly? Not much. I thought it would be different. That you would be different.”

He gasped dramatically, taking a hand to his chest. “Ouch. That offends me. Am I not enough for you?”

“What? I didn't say that! Just- If I ever met you, I thought I would feel different. More excited, I guess? I don't know. Maybe it's just the stress knocking me out.”

“Oof. Know that one. I have just returned from filming, and I finally have some free time in my hands. I'm guessing you know what I do for a living, so... What do you do?”

“I work in an editorial. I'm kind of a translator. And everyone's recadera, honestly” you scoffed. (Gofer? aka basically the person that runs around doing what everyone wants or needs, I think lol)

You both sat there for hours, just talking to each other and enjoying your company. That was until Ernesto came up to you.

“Hey, I don't want to interrupt, parejita, but I already closed for the day. If you don't mind closing up the doors, y/n, you can stay here if you'd like” he said.

You both then looked around and realized that he had, in fact, closed everything and you two were the only ones left.

“You should have said something! No te preocupes, yo cierro. Go rest, I'll see you next day” you said almost lovingly scolding him. When he left, you sighed. “I swear this man reminds me of my grandpa. He goes every day to la huerta. And he's in his 90s!” (Don't worry, I'll close up)

“Damn, that abuelo of yours sounds like he's made of steel” he said chuckling.

“If only you knew” you said, laughing back.

The two of you started picking up your things and putting your jackets and scarfs. Ugh, sometimes you hated New York's cold. When you got out of the shop, you took out your keys and closed the cristal door, and then the blinds. When you turned to Pedro, he was looking at you funny.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking of how a young girl has an old man's keys to his establishment” he said, and you rolled your eyes at the comment.

“I've know Ernesto for years, and sometimes I've helped him with the shop. He's like my grandpa, you idiot! I like older men, but it's not that bad” you laughed, but froze while putting your keys into your bag. You did not just say that to him. Your eyes widened and you felt the heat in your cheeks. “I didn't-”

He was looking at you with a raised brow, smiling. “So you think I'm old, huh?”

“So you think I like you?” you answered him without thinking.

He raised both of his brows, and then laughed. “Fair enough.”

You both stood there, looking at each other, not knowing what to say. You wanted to tell him that you wanted to see him again, but without seeming like a stalker. You genuinely had a good time with him.

“So... I guess this is goodbye. It was nice meeting you, Pedro” you said with a small smile. “I'd say see you around, but New York is big, and I don't think you'd had that good of a time.”

“I actually like to come to Ernesto's a bit often when I'm here, so maybe I will. I mean, if that's okay with you. I wouldn't want to disturb or anything” he said, and you almost forgot he was international celebrity. He stood there, looking like a big cuddly thing with his scarf and beanie, with his hand on his pockets and his adorable little smile.

“Why would you? He seems to like you, and any sale is good for the business anyway” you told him.

“Then I'll come back. Maybe see you around. I had fun today, thanks for the chatting and all.”

Oh god, why was he so adorable? You wanted to squish his face into your hands.

“Yeah... That would be great. See you, Pedro.”

“See ya’, kid.”

With a small wave, he turned around, and you watched him leave. You then started walking your way into your apartment, still not knowing how to process what just happened. You took out your phone and opened your sister's chat.

“Nora, you won't believe what the fuck just happened.”

[familyvideostevie]

🐚 SEASHELL: let's look for beautiful things on the beach! send me a line from a book, song, or movie/tv show and a character and i'll write a short (<1k) blurb for you

“ so why don't we go somewhere only we know.” - from somewhere only we know by miki ratsula with Eddie <3

hi darling!! there are so many great versions of this song but i had not heard this one! it's lovely! so here is something for you, also lovely: eddie whisking you away at a party for a quiet moment

--

You've found pretty much the perfect spot to wait for Eddie. The kitchen is crowded, sure, but sitting on the counter gives you some air and a vantage point to see if he's coming back. Someone turns the music up and a few people scream at the song and bulldoze to the living room to dance. It's nice to see a bunch of twentysomethings having fun, your friends among them.

Robin looks like she's making fun of Steve's dance moves and Jonathan and Nancy are standing close in the corner, his entire body curved over hers as they talk. You know probably every other person at this house -- whose house it is you can't really remember -- so you feel comfortable enough alone for the moment.

But the moment doesn't stretch too long because you see a cloud of messy hair making its way towards you. You sip your beer patiently, swinging your feet a little where they hang off the counter. It only takes moments for Eddie to appear in front of you. He puts his hands on your knees and takes a comically large breath as if he's run a marathon.

"Christ," he says. "Bathroom line was a mile long." He flashes you a grin and tosses some hair from his face. "Miss me?"

You pretend to think about it. "I don't know," you say. "Who are you again?"

He mimes stabbing himself in the heart with a dagger. "Way harsh, sweetheart. Guess you don't want to see the cool-as-shit thing I found."

You hop from the counter. His hands ghost at your hips to help, then he grabs one of your hands. "Very funny," you tell him. "Now show me the cool thing."

Normally he'd mock you a little, tease and ask you to say please -- to which you'd refuse -- but he must actually be excited because he just starts to tug you through the crowd. No doubt many of them think you're going upstairs to fool around. You sort of wonder if that's what's going to happen, too.

But Eddie leads you up the flight of stairs and down a hall and into someone's bedroom. There is no one here.

"Whose house is this, anyway?" you whisper. Eddie shrugs.

"No idea," he says, full volume. "But I saw this from the street when we got here and thought it was a good spot."

You almost protest when he shoves open a window and you actually do when he climbs through out onto the roof. "Eddie!" you hiss. "Are you serious? You could fall!"

"I won't," he says, eyes bright. He reaches for you. "Now you. I've got you."

The excitement in his expression has you hauling your leg over the sill before you can think about it too hard. He does grip your hips this time, steadying you even when you're on two feet again. "Come on," he says. You look around and realize this part of the roof is pretty flat. You can hear the party downstairs, through open windows and spilling into the yard, but you don't think anyone will see you up here.

"How has no one found this yet?" you ask. Eddie stops you and takes off his jacket, spreading it on the roof before pulling you to sit down.

"No idea," he says. "But isn't it fucking great?" He tips his head back and grins. You copy him and gasp.

You have a perfect view of the stars. "Oh," you say. "Well, this beats the kitchen."

Eddie's lips ghost the shell of your ear. "It really does," he says. He drags them across your cheek and to the corner of your mouth.

"Stop that," you rasp. "I can kiss my boyfriend anytime. Right now I'm watching the stars."

He laughs and slings his arm around you. "Fair enough, sweetheart."

join the celebration!

[slytherinshua]

For You, My Love

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. valentine's day special. 1920s au. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kisses. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 593. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: another masterpiece from my bestie eternalgyu!! so this is not written by me, but by her!! we hope you enjoy!

Tuesday, February 13, 1923

Beomgyu sighed. He was stuck in the rowdy country club alone with a bunch of older men on the night of Valentine's day. 

Well, that was partly true. He was with his 3 friends, but they were with their sweethearts. Soobin was teaching his significant other the waltz on the dance floor; Yeonjun and his lady friend were at the bar area - tipsy and giggling at each other; Taehyun and his lover were reading on opposite sides of the room, and would secretly blow kisses to each other when no one was looking.

It’s not that Beomgyu was lonely— he was actually the first person to start courting within his circle of friends. You were supposed to be here with him, dancing with him, feeding each other chocolate, and all the other lovey dovey things that couples did on Valentines. 

But, no. Your parents had swept you away 2 weeks ago for a surprise trip to Europe. You had told him you'd be back by Valentine's day, and had given him your emerald ring, "For safe-keeping, my love." You had said, with a kiss on his cheek.

Beomgyu grazed his fingers lightly on his cheek. He missed you more than anything, but a few days ago you sent him a telegram that your parents had decided to extend their stay. Beomgyu was devastated to say the least. He had planned a trip to the new skating rink that had opened up - the one you had been talking about almost every day when it was in construction. But now, there was no hope that he’d be able to take you there. 

"Taehyun, tell the others I’m leaving to go back home." Beomgyu said. 

"Oh-" Taehyun looked at his pocket watch and grinned followed with an, "Of course, I'll tell them." 

Beomgyu walked back to his house. His lights were on, which was strange because he knew his parents were away on a business trip. He shrugged it off, thinking it was his other friend Kai. He always came over to play board games with him. 

Beomgyu walked into the parlour and found no one there. On the sofa he found a single rose and a note. "For you, my love. Meet me at our secret place" it read, and Beomgyu didn't need to be told twice. 

He ran to the gardens at the back of his house. You two had met up secretly there multiple times, had picnics, skipped instrument classes and many more all in this spot. 

He pushed the brass gate open and was met with you in a pink and white sundress. The moment you two met eyes, you both ran and collided together in a hug. 

Beomgyu's heart was racing and he wondered if you could feel it, "Y/n, I missed you so much. Why didn't you tell me? I was supposed to surprise you-" You silenced him by pressing your lips against his. 

"That's not important right now," You said, putting your forehead against his, "I'm here now, and that's all that matters." You pulled a small box out of your pocket. "For you, my love," You passed it over to him. "It’s a pendant with my photo in it." You showed him the one on your neck, "My one has a picture of you." You said, smiling. 

Beomgyu looked down at you, his eyes gleaming, "I love you more than anything Y/n." He said, and leaned down to kiss you. 

"I love you too darling." You whispered, pressing your lips to his.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz,, @yeonjuns-bluehair,, @syrxiee2,, @90steele,, @ddenoudepression

[13docwriting]

So I'll start with the fact that I am, indeed, a fan of Chibnall's era. I am an even bigger fan of the 13th Doctor. I'll also start with the fact that I quite literally grew up with RTD's writing and loved Ten with all my heart. But now I am an adult and some of RTD's writing has left me a bit scared. Here's my "live streaming" review on The Star Beast. SPOILERS BELOW!

I'm going in order of how I processed things, so it's gonna be chaotic. My first essay is this: You know why this post is so long? It's because we're not livestreaming things anymore. I'm not immediately with other fans in real time, typing out our little posts. I'm quite literally doing this at my leisure. I'll miss watching DW live. Now then, in order! 1. The music? Ten out of ten. I have always loved Gold's compositions and he did not let us down. And this opinion is only being generated from the new(er) theme song. Which leads me to...

2. Look at the B U D G E T. Even the opening credits has a budget that you can just FEEL. Those stars/galaxies? Very nice... And then I have to chuckle over the low level lighting / 2000s era effects of David Tennant's full profile voiceover of Donna and his story.

3. Him taking the boxes, seeing Donna's face, and slowly putting the boxes back is an RTD special and I LOVE that kind of comedy. It just makes me chuckle. And then him having a full blown panic over hearing Donna shout "Rose!" which... 4. Having these little call back moments feels rather bitter since we're calling this a reboot of the show. UNLESS the reboot is when Nucti starts up? But the fact that I'm confused just shows how bitter I should be. Again, my Chibnall love is showing. I don't believe in yet another reboot for DW, but that's a marketing thing over anything else... I hope. 5. I'm glad the 2000s Rose/Doctor shipping era lives strong through the name Rose. I know those fans are going to be happy and they deserve it. 6. NOW... Donna having a family. Okay. I'll have a separate post but... Does anyone else think that Donna having a husband just doesn't fit for her? Especially with her memories erased? Idk, I just never envisioned Donna getting married after the whole Lance thing. BUT I'm glad she's happy and the husband seems so nice. 7. Donna giving up that lottery money? Also strange considering she lost her memories. The first time we meet Donna we get this feeling that she's a bit shallow, which makes sense because she has to develop as a character. That was her character development so here KEEPING the money would have made more sense here. Which...

8. Rose. That's all. She's great!

9. Hey, can't help but notice, but when did the 14th Doctor have time to make a new screwdriver, huh? What gives? AND - AND there's not a single hint of 13's sonic on there. HMM. What the heck!

10. FORGOT SOMETHING. Whatever the line was "that says mistress" "Oh, catch up, will you?" I don't know how to take in this scene quite yet, but it's making me pause. It felt... Off kilter. Maybe cause I love 13 so much, I don't know. There's always callbacks to other faces when the Doctor first regenerations, but this felt... Wrong? Also, TEE HEE my mind went to Missy IMMEDIATELY and I love that little connection my fic writing brain is going wild.

11. WHY DOES UNIT HAVE SO MUCH MONEY???? Look at this uniforms, holy cow! I almost don't like it? Like, they're an underground agency. WE JUST SAW THEM GET DESTROYED BY CYBERMEN IN THE POWER OF THE DOCTOR. Are we just ignore that entire episode or...?

12. Donna not being able to keep a job? Yeah, THAT one I believe haha.

13. "I will burn down the world for you, darling" says Donna Noble to her transgender kid. WHICH IS AMAZING, WHICH MADE ME SMILE SO WIDE I WAS HAVING A PARTY IN MY BRAIN. There's my Donna! 14. "Gramps used to talk about flying saucers" oh god my heart. I teared up a little, not going to lie. Wilf, I think about you every single day. You made the Doctor the person he is today.

15. MEEP IS SO CUTE. OH WOW. I know "evil" is coming but SO CUTE RIGHT NOW.

16. To go from some excellent animatronics from the Meep to whatever those alien, fly things are was HILARIOUS. What, we'd run out of money for those costume's? Were they meant to look like a typical RTD alien back in the 2000s? How does that work?

17. WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK WAS THE SONIC DOING. Wait, did Disney give the sonic some magical powers? Why are we suddenly writing in the air? How are we getting readouts of the ship from the sonic like that? Could it do that before? Why would we not do that before? I'm dying that's so funny.

18. Shirley seems cool!!! I hope we get more of her! And I love the nod to PROPER representation. Chibs did a good job of that as well. Edit: REAL representation! Good on RTD. The scene with the stairs and she says "don't make me the problem"... I am not a wheelchair user but I do hope that was properly done. 19. "I absolutely love her [Donna]" LOOK AT 14 HAVING FEELINGS! Aww, I hope 15 follows through with the feelings! 11, 12, and 13 have been so locked up, so scared to love... Having a Doctor that's ready to loudly embrace their love for things would be such a good character development. (My fear would be RTD ripping that away in the most tragic way possible, but that's a future problem I suppose).

20. I'm at the scene where Rose is talking to the Meep in the shed, and just, again, THE MUSIC. We did have some good musical moments in 13's era but, even I have to admit, nothing as pretty as this. It really is something, round of applause once again.

21. LISTEN. L I S T E N. I don't condone slapping the Doctor. I don't. In fact, it's wrong. It's very wrong. And you can't slap 13, can you? So slapping 14 shouldn't make sense. It's the definition of sexist. It's just not something you should do. BUT. B U T. Jackie's "stitch this, mate" is always in my head and now THIS "here we go again" after Sylvia gives the Doctor a good slap... I laughed, okay? It was funny! But really, in the good year of 2023, there shouldn't be comedy like that. That joke should have died. BUT I LAUGHED. So I'm to blame as well.

22. "Never mind about the ferret from mars." I LOVE the mars callback from Donna, thank you very much.

23. Kate looking after Wilf damn near brought tears to my eyes. Kate, you are the real hero of the DW universe. Thank you.

24. This is... This is gonna be another post. But. Okay. So. The whole "you're assuming he as a pronoun". Right. Okay. I know groups of people that talk like that. Both online and in person. Personal life spoiler, I work(ed) in musical theater. I've seen it all. I, personally, do not like this whole... "Let's be really obvious about it" thing. And also highly believe in someone else first telling me, when it fits, what their pronouns are. Having someone pull the defensive "YOU ASSUMED" crap doesn't work because humans don't think like that. It's a whole other rant, but yeah. This felt forced and I hate when shows do that. Representation is important but FORCING that representation doesn't help.

25. what's the. what's the sonic doing. what. how'd it. we got lines in the air. we got unbelievable shield. we. he waved it like a wand and now. what the. how'd. (Yo, not me head cannoning that this is 13 banging around in 14's head demanding that they have a better way to protect their friends. Love it). I WILL HAVE A LOT MORE THOUGHTS ON THIS.

26. DW has money now. That will continue to blow my mind.

27. "This is a sonic screwdriver and if it's good at one thing, it's resonating concrete". Oh yeah, Doctor? I'd like to bring forth you, never once, being able to do it. Not once! (And now it's good at creating magical shields and complex, alien holograms, but that's point #25)

28. Where'd in hell's name did he get that wig and how soon can Donna throw it out a window?

29. MEEP YOU - YOU UTTER AHOLE. Man, it was SO CUTE

30. O k a y. I take back, holy crap what point am I on? I take back point #7. So there's some of the Doctor left in her, eh? That's why! I dig that. I really, really dig that. Sorry for being a downer, that was my mistake.

31. I too can come up with technobabble bullcrap that means nothing. I sometimes think that's RTD's biggest failing, his incessant need to over describe things. EDIT. JEEZ, a good five minutes later as we're STILL talking gibberish.

32. Hey, I see you "glass wall between Donna and the Doctor" and raise you "glass wall between Wilf and the Doctor". OW. I demand emotional compensation!

33. Listen, I just got over 13 keeping every. single. emotion inside of her. She never raised her voice, she never really cried, she never had a chance to just scream and yell and be angry at the universe. The fact that there's 14 RIGHT HERE, screaming, because to save Donna, he has to lose her YET AGAIN. Just angry and devastated and grieving... It's a stunning scene, it's a scene that makes sense, but my 13 loving little heart says that this is 13's moment to be angry and it was taken from her.

34. Also, ha, I know Disney bought DW, but did we just "Winter Soldier" Donna Noble. We gave her trigger words to keep her memories at bay? Really?

35. "Hold on a minute," said in Ten's/Fourteenth's voice... Was that.. Was that ELVEN'S theme music while Donna was being, well, Time Lady Donna? Because that was... That was GOLDEN. How amazing is that? What a great idea!

36. You MONSTER, RTD, making Fourteen hold Donna the same way he held the Master? What the hell is that about?

37. The.. The nonbinary, but binary. I... It's... Something! Okay, I'll get there. I'll have a post about it. Maybe. But. Yeah, it's something!

38. DOES UNIT HAVE AVENGERS *cough* sorry it's been a while for Marvel me *cough* STARK TOWER. WAS THAT STARK TOWER? Damn, Disney, you really did bring us back to superwholock Avenger's "Clint in the vents" era, huh?

39. "It's a shame you're not a woman anymore, because she would have understood... Something a male presenting Time Lord will never understand." You can't... You can't do the whole "nonbinary" thing and that just immediately point out gender like that. What. The defeats the entire purpose. The whole point you're trying to make is that gender DOESN'T matter, and yet... And the Doctor has always, always been nonbinary. I refer to the Doctor as "they" when speaking as a collective whole, and many of us have done that. I use pronouns when talking about specific Doctors because humans have always used pronouns. Again, 11 and 13 have made mention that gender has NEVER mattered to them. I just... You can't be poking a bear and then expecting the bear to not to come after you if you've changed the poking object from a stick to a teaser.

40. I gotta laugh that Rose and Donna had the most peaceful "regeneration" we've ever seen. Somewhere in there, a Doctor or two is screaming lol.

41. Oh... The TARDIS is ugly. DON'T HIT ME. STOP HITTING ME. I MEAN It. Not, for real though, Oh my god, what. Why. The colors. Or lack of colors, really. What the fuck. Where's the... Where's the personality? Where's the sass? I've loved every single TARDIS change but THIS... This is a hard one to swallow.

42. The TARDIS having an shit fit over Donna spilling coffee on her is WONDERFUL. That's so funny to me. With everything she's been through with 13, that was just the best way for her to get her revenge! All in all, strange episode, yeah? I mean, what WAS that plot? It was really more of setup for the next episode, and double really meant to reunite ten and Donna, which was well done, but also... Why? It just felt a bit all over the place but very much cushioned by nostalgia. I'm done now. My fingers HURT. As always, and as I say in all my fics, I'm here if you want to chat. Reblog this, PM me, tag me in stuff!

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HI! Congrats on 500!!

[ 🪩 ] who's your money on? - send me a little bit about yourself along with a gender preference and fandom(s) , and i'll ship you with someone n provide a few headcanons too

So i have a masc preference and the f1 grid please <3

So um, im a Sagittarius, currently working as a waitress (and I love love love my job) I also love making food for the people i care about, it’s kinda how i show my love i guess. I’m fiercely loyal and will fight tooth and claw for my loved ones and will go down with the ship. I’m a huge music fan and my current obsession is Maisie Peters (ysuft is my life). I like photography, mainly Polaroids but i personally suck at it but im trying to get better.

I hope this is enough/not too much information :)

Once again congratsssss

hi nonnie lovely ! thank you so much darling n thanks for joining in - you sent in the perfect amount and so i hope you like this !

⁠❤︎ . . . i was torn between a few drivers here, but i'd ship you with george russell !

now, if you fit your sign well, i believe you're quite the lively, bubbly and compassionate person, which i think works well with the type of person george is! you're both very loyal and aren't afraid to stand up for what you believe in - and george loves just how far you'll go for those who you love. it's one of the things he admires most about you!

despite the diet his trainer tries to get him to stick to, george will gladly eat any dish you serve for him. he knows it's how you show your love, so he'd rather take a scolding from his trainer than turn you down. he'll compliment every aspect of the dish, even asking if you guys can make it together some time (and he insists on doing the washing up as a way of saying 'thanks')

george also loves listening to you talk about your day at work, even if nothing really happened. it could be the most trivial stories, or you talking about something you saw on the way to or from work, but to george they're the greatest stories he's ever heard purely because they came from you.

he takes so many polaroids of the two of you. so. many. they're everywhere at this point; even though he tried to keep them all together in a neat little collection, there's still some stray ones littered around the house. he's more than happy to be the subject of your photography to help you practice more (and so many of your photos make it to his instagram photo dumps)

please play him any of your favourite songs or musicians - he loves it! even if they aren't to his taste, he likes to remember which songs and albums are your favourite so he can listen to them when he's away and missing you. it's not uncommon for him to be humming one of the songs from 'you signed up for this' because he's listened to the album with you more times than he can count.