#but the others are so happy about everything. things are so perfect for them but they're ignoring my feelings as if. they dont matter??

[alllovenohate7]

I’d always do anything for her. The one. The hardest thing is not seeing her everyday anymore and being able to talk to them about anything whenever we wanted. Not being able to just get a quick look to refresh the only beautiful thing in life and give me hope. Give me strength. And really just so I can look into her eyes. No words. No physical contact. I just wanted to look at the most stunning green eyes I’ll ever see. Cached in my memories are a perfect soul. Playing on repeat as it begins to rain in this quiet room. A good morning with a goddess’s smile receives a small token of my appreciation for her. I miss giving. I haven’t been able to tell her how beautiful she is. I miss her smile whenever I had a chance to remind her she looked beautiful. I made sure to remind her so she would smile. I never wanted to miss an opportunity or a chance to make her happy and make her smile. She was my first real everlasting crush and it stood firm until I fell. And I fell hard. Because I always had this feeling but now, now I was done. After this one moment that I won’t ever forget she was waking by me. Black boots, jeans, and a sweater following behind her as her hair waved with each step. The lights shining down as it god sent her. I looked at her in such awe as she walked by. As she took each step the feeling grew stronger and stronger. I felt it and I knew right away. I said to myself “wow” and I knew. My heart knew. I grew nervous. Her contagious laugh is so soft and pure, it would get me too. I miss asking, did I tell you how much you mean to me today? I miss being there to lift her up when she was down. I miss helping wipe away the tears of the strongest person I know. Shedding tears of the past I so desperately wanted to help rid of. I miss being supportive when others weren’t and didn’t want to be. I want to always be there when she was down and everything else is wrong. I want to be the one right thing in her life no matter what was going left. I want to keep her right. I want to keep her safe as she made when I was with her. Was I was with her everything feel alright. The sound of her voice could soothe me. It could heal me with just a few words. I miss talking about our future and plans being made to fulfill our dreams. I miss sharing every detail with her. I miss hearing empathy in her voice when she wanted to know if I was okay when if I wasn’t. She could give the strength and I mean strength that brings confidence with it. I want to give her everything she deserves and everything she desires yet leave nothing for myself. I want to be her crutch with her legs felt weak to carry it by herself. I want to take the weight off her shoulders and carry it as my own so she can feel free. Her presence would calm me while her spirit rejuvenated my soul. Did my heart find true love or did I let my guard down after years of healing an old wound. When she wasn’t around I felt empty. Nothing and no one person would ever come before her. There’s never been another name or person for as long I’ve loved her. Ever. The sacred meaning behind faith. I know the pain from this and I’d never do that to someone. It’s incredibly life altering and I don’t think it goes away, the real pain that follows it. I wish she could see herself through my eyes and know what I know. See what I see. And the truth in what she asks or thinks. In that moment though when I knew, I saw the next 50 years of my life and I see it with my best friend. I’d give it all up for her. More than most things in life, I miss exchanging I love you before we departed ways. It’s all I ever needed or had at times. Just to hear sometimes. To hold onto. Those three words that have an incredible meaning we don’t usually talk about. Words. Those few words have a powerful impact. Words have profound meaning and is the basis of all things. Those few words allowed me to know that I was real and that I existed. Just a few words can mean everything.

I’ll always do anything for her.

I love you.

♍️ ♉️ 🐝

[4mrplumi]

(concept: redstart) batfamily x reforming criminal reader.

soft moments with redstart!reader / prequel post

> damian plays the role of being a little-brother guide, having being raised in a situation somewhat similar way as you. little moments like listening to him complain about something mundane as you’re both perched on a terrace during patrol, him trying to peel an orange and the two of you ultimately squashing it open, him doing his school homework while you watch, giving small bits of what you think.

> like this picture, but it’s reversed and the reader’s copying what he does in a way to humour him.

> reader who watches tim work on cases in their free time. asking very few questions that he’s pleased to answer, subconsciously slipping into a more articulated way of talking, using big words and metaphors to elaborate on even the simplest things. he’s very pleased to explain his work without a time constraint or worry about quality, and you’re more than happy to listen.

> i imagine they don’t really know how to communicate appreciation well in a “way that matters” since they were expected to automatically be grateful for everything in their previous family. so they learn from observing, watching people give each others gifts and presents. leaving little trinkets they find or make cleanly and neatly placed somewhere for them to find.

> is embarrassed by being recognised for it though. so the family just opts to keep it on them/use the gift in front of them so that they know they got it. reader’s happy, but keeps a straight face, voice softening in the middle of a conversation just a little when they notice.

> you’re close to cassandra too, sticking to her like glue. you both were heavily indoctrinated by your fathers that you couldn’t place the world over, healing slowly but surely. she most definitely helps you settle into your new life at the manor.

> small things, like recognising feelings you struggle to express, she notices, offering you a hand or leaning into your arm. you are neither willing to speak out what you feel, and she won’t insist. she knows, and you’re grateful that she does.

> dick grayson is a little overwhelming. it’s more of the fact that he reminds you of your other older brother than it is him offering warmth that you’re not used to. out of habit, you do try to coerce yourself into a complacent, comfortable-around-him sibling, but there’s always a little self doubt. he’s welcoming, but you subconsciously walk in eggshells around him.

> he does notice that you’re nervous around him, and brings it up one day when you, him and damian go to hang out. there’s a small conversation, and you allow yourself to open up just a bit about your struggles upon the reassuring nod damian gave you before leaving the two of you be. the pressure of being perfect, the expectations set on yourselves by yourselves, is something common between you two.

> it’s safe to say that you’re a little less weary around him after that exchange.

> now with bruce wayne things are a little tricky. he feels indebted to you for being somewhat responsible for the death of your father, something strictly against his code. you feel indebted to him the way you did for your father, for taking you in and providing you with the comfort of a home and a family.

> but on the big picture? your interactions with him are a bit difficult, awkward. ues you’ll spend time together, he’ll let you follow him on patrol, teach you about the life of a socialite too, but casual conversations are a bit stiff.

> he does try his hardest though, and you do too, to be family. the gift giving thing comes in here too. there’s not much bruce wayne can’t afford, but your small cards made with damian, origami made with cassandra and duke, and short letters describing your day written with alfred’s support warms his heart. the weight of guilt ebbs, just a little.

> if you happen to have a particular type of biscuit, or fruit juice, more often than the rest, expect bruce to remember to ask alfred to keep it in stock. seasonal fruits like guavas and oranges get imported year-round for you and the others, and that little, small extra care just makes you feel a little more appreciated. for doing nothing. your heart swells.

> solving puzzles with duke is a passtime training excersise you’ve taken up. it’s a replacement for the idle time you used to otherwise spend organising things for your father, but it’s comforting in a way other than being reassurance. whenever you get stuck on a particularly vexing crossword, he’s more than happy to sit with you and solve it. he helps you with the answer, instead of giving it, and it helps you understand that mistakes don’t undermine your efforts in anyway.

> “what matters is that you’re trying” is an oversaturated expression, but one you’ve seldom heard. and coming from him, the shared laughter and prideful “victories” from solving said puzzles, he shines an extra light through the dark window in your head that’s slowly opening up.

> jason todd is an enigma. you come across him in the manor library at dark, curious but not hostile about his looming shadow. you observe as he leaves, perceiving just a hint of hesitance from him as he climbs through the window.

> you did not much appreciate him the first time you met him, finding his opposition to bruce offensive, and your siblings slight awkward stiffness around him suspicious. you had considered him an enemy by their reactions at first, a familiar mixed rush of anxiety and impatience in your blood as you repositioned your leg carefully.

> but when he spoke, his voice wavered. just a little. and what took you up wasn’t suspicion, but familiarity. in his shadow, you saw your reflection. he was also your family.

> jason and your relationship is not much different from his with the rest. close, but only to an extent. but you understand him on a level that allows you to feel empathy for him, sadness that you couldn’t communicate it in the new ways that you learnt.

> so you slip into his dingy apartment while he’s somewhere on patrol, using your expertised ghost walking to enter without notice. you feel it’s wrong, and that there are better ways to be considerate, but you don’t care.

> alfred told you he liked to read, so you got him a book you had poured over and stuck into your heart forever. it was a little sentimental, stupid even, and you felt a bit embarrassed. he would be angry at you for entering like this, without asking, breaking in as an uninvited guest. so you reconsider your choices, and leave it in a bag outside his building, tied with a ziplock tie. you hope no one takes it.

> you’re not sure if jason ever got the book, not sure if he’d know if it was you or if he just ignored the packet and moved in. but the next time you see him out on patrol, he acknowledges you with a raised hand, before leaping away.

> it begins to feel like, your happiness is not deserved due to duty, but the consequence of your attempts at a new life. acknowledged, appreciated, noticed and even maybe loved. the moods you thought weak and unnecessary are the foundations of the stability you have found, the complications you faced with expressing them only obstacles in the face of support. sometimes you doubt their intentions are true, but even sitting among them whispers a little comfort.

> you deserve this. there is nothing you have done to not.

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next up: serious moments with redstart reader. the obstacles with a new life after such a violent upbringing, guilt and remorse, missing your old family, etcetera. im really just writing whatever, but do pls interact!! replies asks wtv,, it helps motivate and actually… want to write, since i kinda feel my itch to post on tumblr dying.. anyway,

thanks for reading!!

[starfruitii]

cws & notes. fluff. post-timeskip. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, + special guest appearances from the seijoh 4 because i love them. 800+ words.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Oikawa squints at you, then at Iwaizumi, then back at you again. “Something's different.”

“First time we see you in almost a year, and you're already acting weird.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, pulling out two chairs for you both to sit down. “Nothing's different.”

“Glad to see leaving Japan hasn't changed you, Oikawa.” You chime in, sliding into your seat. It was a nice little cafe, not too crowded, but not empty either. The table Oikawa had chosen was tucked away in the back, right by a window overlooking the street, giving you a perfect opportunity to watch the people walking by.

“No.... no, something is definitely off.” Oikawa looks over to the other two occupied seats, searching for some sort of agreement from his companions. “You two see it, don't you? Something has definitely changed since our last meet-up.”

“Our last meet-up was last September. I think it would be weirder if we hadn't changed a little since then,” Matsukawa laughs, waving him off. “I mean, look at Makki's haircut.”

Hanamaki looks thoughtful for a moment, nodding at Oikawa. “Nah, I think he's got a point. You two seem a little—Wait, what do you mean? What's wrong with my hair, asshole?”

“Hey, I didn't say it was bad! Just... different.”

“So, different in a good way?”

“Uh... sure, if that's what you want to go with.”

“You—”

“This isn't about Makki's hair!” Oikawa interrupts, pointing an accusing finger towards Iwaizumi. He looks up from the menu in his hands, glaring back at Oikawa. “It's about them. Something happened between you two, didn't it?”

“Maybe they got engaged.” Hanamaki suggests.

“They have to be dating before they get engaged.” Matsukawa pauses, realization on his face. “Wait, is that it? Did you guys actually start dating? Do I owe Makki ¥2000?”

“You're all imagining things.” Iwaizumi says bluntly. “Now, are we going to order or not?”

Oikawa's suspicion doesn't waver, but the mention of food distracts him enough to begrudgingly let the topic go. He waves over a waitress, ordering drinks and snacks for the whole table. Once she is gone, the conversation shifts to Matsukawa's work, then Hanamaki's lack of work, then everything Oikawa has been up to in Argentina.

Throughout the visit, you sit back and relax, chiming in with your own anecdotes and comments every now and then. For the most part, you keep quiet, content with listening to your friends as they catch up. Ever since graduation, when you all went your separate ways, reunions with all five of you were few and far between, so you were just happy to be together once again.

You barely notice the time passing at all, until Oikawa is five-minutes deep into a rant about his new team. Iwaizumi looks at his watch and balks, standing up from his seat.

“It's already five.” He says, cutting off Oikawa's voice. “I gotta get going soon.”

“Me too,” You sigh.

“Already?” Matsukawa groans.

“Both of you?” Hanamaki asks, raising an eyebrow. “You have plans you'd like to share?”

“He's my ride home.” You shrug, gathering up your things. “It was great seeing you guys though. We'll have to hang out again when you're all free.”

After your goodbyes, the two of you leave the cafe and walk the short distance to Iwaizumi's car. Once you're alone, you settle into a comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the city in the background. Without your friends' scrutinizing gaze, Iwaizumi walks a little closer to you, until your shoulders lightly brush. The slight touch sends a shiver down your spine, but you make no effort to move away.

“So, Oikawa seems to think something is up.” You say casually, watching Iwaizumi frown at the mention of his friend.

“He can think whatever he wants to think.” He rolls his eyes, holding open the side door of his car. ��We don't owe him anything.”

“We do have to tell them at some point, don't we?” You continue, as you climbed into the passenger seat. “You of all people should know he's not going to shut up about it until we do.”

“Of course I know that.” Iwaizumi grumbled, as soon as he was sat in his own seat.

“So...?”

“So what?” He adjusts his mirrors, glancing over at you.

“Is he right?” There's a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It's clear you find it much more amusing than he does. You lean closer, whispering the words like they're a grand secret. “Is something different, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head a little, but can't hide the small smirk on his face. His hand reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting your face upwards so he can press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. As he leans back, there's a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I don't know. Has something changed?”

You laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his lips on your own. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai. reblogs are appreciated <3

[sky-scribbles]

Next up on Things I Liked About Veilguard: the faction leaders. We all know some of the factions and their NPCs did not get anything like the amount of content and character that others did (Strife and Irelin I'm so sorry, I still love you), but sometimes I take a step back and realise how wonderful the stuff we did get was.

I mean - Evka and Antoine. Everything about them is so heartfelt. I hadn't read the supplemental material, but they barely needed to interact before I understood why this sweet, smart guy and this tough, smart woman loved each other. They affirm each other constantly. They respect each other so deeply. They have written letters for the other to take to their Callings: a cipher only Antoine could read. Je t'aime. Je t'aimerai toujours.

I love how Myrna and Vorgoth are introduced, suddenly and unsettlingly there in the Lighthouse. I love Vorgoth speaking in all caps. I love the fact that nobody knows what they are. I love that they raised baby Ingellvar. I love how Myrna is calm and polished while every so often coming out with the absolute wildest shit. They're fun.

The Viper and Tarquin? Top tier. They might be my favourites, just because of how much they have going on. Each of them has a backstory, and you can see exactly how those backstories produced their personalities. Ashur has a secret identity you can piece together from notes and codexes (and it's the funniest identity possible). I love their argument over Ashur's paranoid investigation into Tarquin, because it shows that the world goes on when Rook is not in the room, and the NPCs have relationships that go through ups and downs.

I'm mildly insane over the level of devotion, with Tarquin's desperate letters to the Wardens if Ashur is blighted, begging for a cure Ashur won't take. Him standing over Ashur to defend him in the final mission, or else his devastating reaction if Ashur dies: 'It should have been me!' God, these NPCs are alive. (fun fact: I wrote most of this post, and then Sheryl Chee confirmed these two were written as being in love with each other and stupid about it. I'm so happy.)

Speaking of NPCs who love each other: Teia and Viago, my beloveds. Again, I was coming in without the supplemental material, and I was sold on them so fast. The way Viago tenderly cradles Teia from behind as they mourn Caterina. The way they're so involved in Lucanis's personal quests - they're his family, they're there for him, they love him. I love Teia's fierceness and her heart. I love their banter - so much mutual understanding, exasperation and affection mixed together. 'We know each other too well to be strangers.'

Isabela is as wonderful as she always is - I especially appreciate how her depiction in Veilguard makes it clear just how loving she is. But can we also talk about Rowan? (I don't know if she's technically considered a faction leader, but meh.) I love her poetic speech patterns; I love that she's a scholar who wrote a bunch of codex entires; I love her calm, soothing voice. I love getting to see a Rivani Seer at last. And I love how she'll suddenly turn around and say, still calm and soothing, 'Spirit of Determination: may your enemies die bitter and in pain.' Perfect, no notes.

Strife and Irelin, sadly, drew the shortest straw when it came to being fleshed out in-game. But what I do love about them is their relationships with your companions. I love the tiny detail of Irelin, Bellara's ex, helping her pack for the Lighthouse; I love how she writes to Bellara to beg her to take care of herself, because she still matters to her.

And while I am a profound Emmrook lover, I appreciate Emmrich/Strife so much too. I love their shared curiosity and sense of adventure; I love thinking that Emmrich might give Strife tenderness that his life has lacked, while Strife could help nudge Emmrich toward boldness. I love the idea of two older men who likely think love has passed them by suddenly going, oh. If the Veil Jumpers didn't get a deeper relationship with Rook, at least they got relationships with Rook's friends.

Dragon Age games always give us a fun roster of companions, but honestly? Veilguard got me invested in the non-companion NPCs more than any other game in the series. Yes, there should have been more - but what we got was so much fun.

tl;dr: Faction leaders, my beloveds.

[wonderhomeland]

You know

Simon doesn't talk about how he feels. Like nothing. Even things like being hungry. Not even in a friendly conversation with his teammats.

he just deals with whatever it is.

And that's inspiring for other. In his line of work, there's no such thing as relying on someone.

rookies like it, want to be like him.

Independent, strong, capable, reliable, with a cool aura.

But little does they know, that when their big, scary Lieutenant is with his girl, he acts like a little baby. turns to her for the smallest things and stares at her as if she can read his mind.

It was hard for you at first, whatever happends he doesn't say anything.

He just... Stares.

And not with a frown or anger in his eyes or anyting to let you know that he is mad, happy or sad.

It took a long time for both of you to figure out how to get along. Well actually, you were the one who was trying cus appareantly simon doesn't think that he might be the problem. He expected you to underestand every singel meaning of... whatever he does.

You learned them tho, after years. Read him like a book. Like a mother who is aware of all her child's reactions.

He doesn't want to talk about them, ... but he enjoys that you understand everything. He loves the feeling of you being so close to him and understanding him. and you do. you enjoy the fact that he trusts you so much. That you are the only one who understands the reason and meaning of his actions.

So people don't think for a moment that they were doing something wrong when Simon's head turned quickly towards you and stared into your eyes.

Aww... look how much he loves her.

And his calm experession tells you that he whants to kill them.

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Always imagine Simon to be the perfect man, but lately he is just... too perfect, the man he is, its just nah his charactar is problematic. He is a man after all (I want this man to crawl under my skin), so I tried to think of what toxic behaviors he might have. Must be closer to reallity for me but you do you, its the only place we can be delusional😔

Forgive me if there's any problem , it's 1am here ,english is not my first language and I haven't studied anything for my tomorrow's test HAHAHA.

Tnx for reading my shitty thoughts<333.

[its-the-allure]

Drarry Rec List

Favorite trope/tag: Established Relationship

First Time for Everything

By gracerene | Explicit | 7.3k

Summary: Harry's ready to try something new.

Why I like it: Established relationship and first time? Yes please!

I've Got a Beautiful Feeling (Everything's Going My Way)

By toomuchplor | Explicit | 3.6k

Summary: This is absolutely unapologetic explicit filth but it's also absolutely unapologetic as a representation of been-married-a-while sex. That's got to be somebody's specific kink, right? If that's you, enjoy.

Why I like it: Please see above.

horizon

By @desertforestfic | Explicit | 1.6k

Summary: The sun rises on Harry and Draco.

Why I like it: Sweet and hot! Plus this Freeform tag says it all - “denial of how non-casual the casual sex is getting”.

Under the Mistletoe

By @jelliewrites | Explicit | 4.4K

Summary: Draco kisses Harry under the mistletoe...

...but not the kind of kissing you're thinking about, you sweet summer child!

Why I like it: all my favorite things in a new, clever way. The first of several sexy shorts in this established-Drarry life. Read them all!

Snow Can Wait

By its_the_allure (me!) | Explicit | 5.5k

Summary: Ten years after the war, Harry is on a first date with a cute Muggle bloke attending a classical music recital. But then the house lights go down, and an achingly familiar man with a shock of white-blond hair walks across the stage toward the piano.

This is a story about waiting - and making up for lost time.

Why I like it: Okay it feels weird to self rec in a rec list, but imma do it! This was my first time trying a non-linear narrative and I’m really pleased with how it turned out. We have a deeply in love Harry which I just adore, and Draco is super hot.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

By @moonflower-rose | Explicit | 40.1k

Summary: One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of.

Draco Malfoy is on the case.

Why I like it: Such delicious pining!!! Very lovely characterizations of Harry & Draco. I want all the good things for them.

Come In, the Water's Lovely

By @wolfpants | Explicit | 3.5k

Summary: In the lush wilderness of Madeira, Harry and Draco reunite.

Why I like it: porn with feelings, my best and most favorite thing

Harry after Healer

By @zephyne | Teen | 1.2k

Summary: Harry’s loopy on potions after his procedure. Draco rather likes Harry this way, all open and innocent and awestruck. Oh—and yeah. Obsessed with Draco’s beauty. That part’s rather nice.

“Do we call each other ‘love’? How long have we been together?”

“We’ll have been married three years next month,” he replies.

“Merlin, I hit the jackpot!” Harry exclaims, beaming.

Why I like it: Inspired by that adorable viral video where the man wakes from surgery and can’t believe how gorgeous his wife is. So sweet and cute.

He's Perfect

By @itsphantasmagoria | Teen | 7.9k

Summary: Draco's son with Harry is a shining light in his life, and is perfect just the way he is.

Why I like it: A wonderful glimpse of Drarry’s life post-getting together, and I love how they stand up for their child. The interactions with Draco’s parents are especially satisfying.

Far From The Tree

By aideomai | Explicit | 112.5k

Summary: The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Why I like it: Gorgeous writing, angst with a happy ending done so well, and the smut is smutting so hard!

PS. Do you have a favorite that isn’t on this list? PLEASE SHARE IT WITH ME!!!!

[jgracie]

sports car ♡ f1!percy jackson x fem!reader

in which you get tired of percy’s neglect, so you go to the one person you know would be able to help

warnings jealousy (on percy’s behalf), swearing, argument (good ending tho i promise) | masterlist

'Percy has been ignoring me for far too long,' was a thought you never thought you'd have.

Anyone who knew Percy knew he was obsessed with you and therefore couldn't go more than a couple minutes without needing to be around you. However, the New York City race weekend seemed to prove otherwise.

NYC was a new addition to the F1 calendar, and ever since it was announced, you knew how important it'd be for Percy. Sure, all the other US races counted as home races for him before, but New York was his real home, not Las Vegas or Texas. He finally had a proper home race and he had to be the first to win it.

If it was just the importance New York held for Percy, the two of you would've been fine. In fact, you would've been more than fine - during every significant race weekend for Percy, he always happened to be more doting than usual, desperately needing to be reassured that everything would be fine by the one person he trusts to tell nothing but the truth no matter what. That's why you were confused. Had you done something to upset him and drive him away? Is that why he'd rather go to his SF-25 for comfort instead of you?

It was much more than that. Percy wasn't the only New Yorker on the grid this year, the other being his teammate, Luke Castellan. Luke was the first F1 driver you'd been introduced to and the first to find out about your and Percy's relationship back when it still consisted of whispered confessions and late-night kisses. He was nice enough and very funny and you quickly became good friends. Not close friends, but good friends. Although Percy was happy you managed to find a place for yourself in his world at first, he soon began to dislike your friendship with Luke.

This wasn’t your fault, of course, but Luke’s.

What you didn’t know was that there had been tension festering between the two Ferrari drivers ever since Percy joined the team. Luke was Ferrari’s golden boy, having been taken by them as soon as he left F2 thanks to the terrific season he’d had there, and for a good while, he dominated. That was until Percy arrived. In his first year at Ferrari, Percy managed to beat Luke by several points, placing third overall compared to Luke’s fifth. The golden boy had begun to rust, and so the competition between the two grew.

After Percy took everything from Luke, he wanted him to lose everything too, and that included Percy’s most prized possession: you.

“Hey Luke, can I talk to you please?” You asked, walking into his garage. Quali had finished and so everyone was busy packing up and preparing for the big day tomorrow. Well, except Luke, who was on his phone.

Looking up at you, the driver smiled and shook his head, standing up to pull out an empty seat for you, “of course, what’s up?” He said as he took you in.

You were easily the most beautiful person at the paddock today, with your little red top and the Yankees cap Percy had bought you the first time he took you to watch a baseball game. To Luke, you would’ve looked even more beautiful with your arm wrapped around his.

"Well, I feel like Percy's been... off," was how your rant began. As you explained the situation, Luke couldn't help but feel as though Aphrodite was on his side. He was sad for you, of course, but this was the perfect moment for him to take the one thing Percy loved most. If he won the race tomorrow, surely you'd be his.

Unfortunately, Aphrodite was not on Luke's side. As soon as he put his hand on top of yours in a comforting gesture (that weirded you out a little), Percy appeared, looking for you. Finding you with Luke, who so clearly had his 'Prince Charming' act on, Percy couldn't help but see red. He was already dealing with so much crap from Luke, but him going after you was too far.

Swiftly, Percy strode over and grabbed you by the arm, nearly hauling you off your chair in the process, "let's go babe, I think you left your bag in my garage," he mumbled, kissing the top of your head. You looked up at your boyfriend, expecting his usually loving gaze to finally be cast upon you. Instead, you found him glaring at Luke. And... Luke seemed to be glaring back? You were confused.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me," you said, standing up. Instantly, Luke was up too.

"Hey man, we weren't done yet." He said to Percy, who now had his arm wrapped around your waist. Although you weren't sure what was going on and were now a little mad at him, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You really missed his touch.

"I'm sure it can wait," was all Percy said before manoeuvring you away, not even giving you the chance to say goodbye.

The walk to his garage was silent, but as soon as you got there, Percy started ranting at you as he sloppily gathered both your things. You watched for a second before realising you were done with his bullshit. This was going to end whether he liked it or not.

"Percy," you said, calmly approaching him. Although you were mad, you didn't want things to escalate. You just wanted your Percy back. Said Percy ignored you. You tried again, and he ignored you again.

Oh well, third time's the charm.

Putting your hand on his shoulder, you said, "Percy, can you please listen to me?" Almost instantly, he turned around and had you pinned on his car, tightly gripping your shoulders.

"What? What do you want from me? Seems like everybody wants something from me these days, so let's add you to the list as well! Or would you prefer to go ask Luke instead?"

Percy knew he made a mistake as soon as his eyes landed on yours, a watery barrier keeping them from properly meeting his. He sighed and let go of you, running his hands through his hair.

Your voice now shaky, you said, "I just wanted to see if you're okay. You've been ignoring me ever since we landed in JFK, and it hurts, Percy. I want to be here for you, but you're not letting me. I went to Luke to ask if you were okay, since you refused to tell me, but now I see what the problem is. You don't trust me, do you? You don't trust me to know what's wrong, you don't trust me to be around your own teammate, you don't trust me at all, Percy. Relationships need trust. If you don't trust me, I don't see the point in us staying together at all."

Percy's brows furrowed. He hadn't expected you to come to that of all conclusions. Just as you were about to take your things and leave, he had you pinned to the car yet again.

"I trust you. I don't trust him," he began. Your lips parted in shock. How couldn't Percy trust Luke? Luke had been his idol for as long as you could remember. He was more excited to be teammates with the Luke Castellan than he was to drive for Ferrari back when the deal was first signed.

"God, I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you. There's been so much pressure on my back to do well in this race not just because my home race, but because its his, too. Luke has been out to get me since this season started, I just know it. If he wins this, he'll have enough points to bump me down to second place in the championship, and then God knows what'll happen to my seat. I've been working so hard to make sure everything's perfect for this one, and seeing you with him of all people drove me crazy. He's been trying to take everything from me, he can't take you too."

Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, and you cupped Percy's face, pulling him to share a heartfelt kiss.

"No one," you said as you pulled away, "could ever take me from you, Percy. I don't ever want you thinking that again, promise?" You stuck your pinkie out for Percy to link his to, which he did.

Smiling, he whispered, "I promise. Now let's go home, I have a lot of girlfriend neglect I'd like to make up for." At this, you laughed, glad to have your Percy back again. Putting your jacket on, you rubbed your back where it had been on the car. Those things had way too many hard parts.

"You have got to stop slamming me on that car of yours though, Perce, my back can't handle it," you mumbled as you zipped the jacket up. New York winters were no joke.

"Oh yeah?" He said, smirking. Your noses nearly touching, Percy's eyes glimpsed the necklace you were wearing - the one with his initials on it. "Don't you worry, I have better ideas for what we can do in that car of mine."

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Love in Verses (L)

Chapter 50 : ‘And I’d wonder sometimes if I’d ever find you.’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Our babies are getting married!!!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3526

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

If I Had Three Lives

If I had three lives, I’d marry you in two. The other? Perhaps that life over there at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing — a memoir, maybe a novel or this poem. No kids, probably, a small apartment with a view of the river, and books — lots of books, and time to read. Friends to laugh with, and a man sometimes, for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like when it’s alive. I’d be thinner in that life, vegan, practice yoga. I’d go to art films, farmers markets, drink martinis in swingy skirts and big jewelry. I’d vacation on the Maine coast and wear a flannel shirt weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat and aftershave more than I did him. I’d walk the beach at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks water makes in sand. And I’d wonder sometimes if I’d ever find you.

Sarah Russell

Fuck traditions.

Fuck traditions and fuck you for wanting to respect this one.

Alright, maybe… just maybe Andrew was being a little overdramatic because he was tipsy and it was almost midnight, which meant that it was almost the day he would fucking marry you. But as he stared at the clock on the wall of the pub where he was celebrating his bachelor party, all he wanted was to go home and hold you, and kiss you, and fuck you senseless and then…

“Hey! Is our groom being a little nostalgic of good old celibacy over there?” Rory joked, nudging Andrew in the arm and making him laugh again.

“God no!” he answered. “I just… I’m tired, I think we should call it a day. Thank you all for tonight, it was good craic.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Alex grinned, satisfied that his simple plans had made his friend happy.

They hadn’t done anything crazy for their night together. They had spent some time playing some music, had eaten a nice dinner and then headed to a few pubs. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, but they had a lot of fun, and Andrew didn’t want to do anything crazy anyway. Alex had made sure they would all drink responsibly so they would be ready for the big day.

“Yeah, it was grand. Thank you, for planning all this for me.”

Alex was a little emotional when drunk, but still, Andrew was surprised when his best friend hugged him tight.

“I’m really fucking thrilled for you, you know that, right?”

Andrew merely chuckled.

“Yeah, I know. You must be relieved too, that I’m never going to mop around in your flat again…”

“You can’t imagine how relieved I am that you’ll spare me from now on.”

They both laughed, both of them trying to hide how emotional they truly were.

“I’ll be waiting for your call for me to be you best man soon enough…” Andrew teased his friend, making him roll his eyes.

“Argh… we’re not there yet.”

“You live together, you spend all your time together… last week, you were talking about babies…”

“Oh… Siobhán’s the one, don’t get me wrong. I just… we’re good as we are for now. Although… I’m sure I’ll be the next one celebrating the end of celibacy…”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I’m happy for you.”

Alex gave him a grin.

“And who knows… we’re thinking about a baby… maybe you’ll have a call to be godfather too!”

Andrew tried to hide his teary eyes, failed miserably at it.

“I would be honoured.”

“Good. Cause Y/N would obviously be the godmother so… would be easier.”

“You really imagined for a second that I would say no?”

Alex laughed.

“No, no! I knew you’d say yes. I’m just… happy to hear it. But we’re not there yet! So don’t get all excited!”

“I already am!”

“You’re such a sap…”

“Always.”

“Come on, time to go home,” John proclaimed as he got up, and pulled his younger brother by the sleeve. “I’m taking you home.”

“Wait, I’m gonna call Y/N before we go.”

“You’ll see her tomorrow! You said you were respecting the ‘not seeing the bride the night before the wedding’ thing.”

“Calling her is not seeing her.”

John rolled his eyes, but he was fondly smiling at his brother too.

“You are addicted to her, huh? She got you wrapped around her finger…”

“She’s my fiancée… what did you expect?”

“In less than 24 hours, she’ll be your wife.”

Stars and tears shone in Andrew’s eyes.

“Yeah… yeah…”

“Come on, call her, then! I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Everyone gathered for one last bit of joking around, and then Andrew bid his friends goodnight. While everyone was heading home, he pulled out his phone to call you.

You answered on the third ring, you wore a smile on your voice.

“Baby! How are you? Where are you now?”

“Hey, honey,” he answered with a smile on his voice too, and he wasn’t ashamed to show it, not to you… never to you… “I’m outside a pub… I’m going to head to my parents’ now, John didn’t drink and he’s driving. But… I just wanted to call before going to sleep. You’re alright? How was your evening?”

“It was fun! Siobhán outdid herself. We ate a lot, went to a pub and then watched a movie while eating again. It was amazing. We played games too. Everyone’s gone home, they left like… ten minutes ago to let me have my beauty sleep for tomorrow.”

Andrew hummed, grinning.

“I’m glad you had a nice evening, love.”

“What about you? You went to a pub then?”

“Hmm… yeah! Played some music at Alex’s, then we went out for dinner, and then we went to a few pubs.”

“You sound tipsy,” you stated in a giggle.

“You too,” Andrew answered, his laughter matching yours.

“Hmm… yeah, I am, a little bit.”

Andrew pushed his tongue against his cheek, but didn’t say what he longed to express. That he loved you more than anything. That he wanted to go home now and be with you instead of going to his parents…

“I should let you sleep, then,” were the only words he spoke aloud.

“Yeah…”

You sounded disappointed.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“I miss you,” you confessed.

God, how could you make his heart melt this way over and over again?

“I miss you too, darling. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

A short silence, before your voice came back to the phone, shy and hesitant.

“I… I know that I wanted to do that traditional thing of not seeing you tonight and all but… can you come home now? I… I want you to be here. I really miss you a lot.”

“You’re sure?” Andrew asked, even though a wave of relief washed over him at your words.

“Yeah… I want to fall asleep with you. Please, come home. Fuck traditions.”

He chuckled, trying to hide how eager he was to come home too.

“Alright, I’ll come home then. I should be there in twenty.”

“Okay, be careful on the road.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

Andrew hurried to his brother’s car, climbed in the passenger seat and fumbled with the seatbelt.

“Alright, change of plans,” he started, but John quickly cut him off.

“Oh, let me guess… you’re going home because you can’t stay away from your fiancée more than five minutes?”

Andrew grinned.

“Yeah…”

John merely laughed, a fond expression on his face.

“I knew it. When you told me about this plan staying at our parents’, I knew you’d end up going home.”

“Yeah, we just… we need to be together tonight.”

“Yeah… I get that.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, and Andrew thanked his brother again when he dropped him home. He would come and pick him up the next day at nine, so he would get ready for the ceremony.

Andrew hurried to your front door, fumbled with the keys in his haste. When he opened the door, he called for you.

He had barely taken off his shoes and jacket that you were appearing at the bottom of the stairs, a relieved smile on your face.

“You’re home,” you let out in a breath, hurrying towards him.

He welcomed you in a tight embrace, kissing your hair.

“I needed you tonight,” you explained. “I just… I need you here…”

“I’m here. I’m here, love.”

“That tradition sucks.”

“Yeah, it does,” he nodded with a chuckle.

“I need to be close to you. I think… I’m stressed about tomorrow.”

“Why? It’s all gonna be fine.”

“Aren’t you anxious?”

“A bit,” he admitted. “But I’m… excited, rather. I can’t wait.”

You remained quiet.

“It’s all gonna be fine. Everything is planned, we have our friends and families to help us, and we only invited the people we love… it’s all going to be fine. And even if some things don’t go according to plan… as long as I get to marry you tomorrow, I don’t care about the rest.”

You moved in his arms, pressing your body against his. When you started kissing his neck, he knew where this was heading.

“Love?” he called as he pulled away just enough to look at you properly. “Are you drunk?”

“No… I only had like… two glasses of wine during the evening. Didn’t want to risk a hangover tomorrow. You?”

But Andrew shook his head, already leaning down to kiss you.

“I’m barely tipsy, I know what I’m doing.”

“Me too.”

And then he was kissing you, and God… it still felt the same. The best feeling in the world…

Your kisses quickly turned desperate. Somehow, Andrew lost his shirt and undershirt in a matter of minutes, while you were now pressed against the wall. You ran your fingers down the length of his chest, and Andrew trembled under your touch.

But then, you stopped, and he froze as well, throwing you a questioning look.

“This… this is our last time as… fiancés,” you whispered, something emotional weighing on your voice.

His expression changed from hungry to tender, he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Better make it memorable then,” he answered with a suave voice, and he noticed the way your breath staggered.

You bit on your lip, something tempting and mischievous in your eyes. You gently pushed on his chest so you could move out of his embrace, took his hand and pulled him towards the stairs.

“That, we can do…”

That was it.

You looked at yourself one last time in your dress, feeling beautiful, feeling like none of this was real, and yet it was.

You were getting married.

“Andrew’s here!” Siobhán announced. “He did, indeed, arrive on time for once!”

“His parents and brother were driving him,” you explained, teasing in your voice.

“That explains everything! Do you need anything?”

“A hug?”

Your friend laughed, but hugged you without a second-thought anyway.

“I’m so happy for you and Andy! You’re going to be so happy together,” she whispered in your ear, making you emotional again.

“Yeah… I know…”

“He’s not going to believe his eyes when he sees you, you look so beautiful!” she complimented you, pulling away and readjusting one of the flowers in your hair.

“Thanks.”

“Alright, you stay here, I’ll get everything ready and I’ll come get you to take a first look at your groom, alright?”

“Okay.”

She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before leaving. But despite her reassuring gesture, you couldn’t help the scenarios that played in your head. Even though you knew Andrew loved you, you knew that he was earnest, you knew that he wanted to marry you. Still… all you could think of as you stared at your own reflection in the mirror was the fear that he would leave…

Frank had bailed out, what if Andrew did the same?

But then Siobhán was back, a grin on her face.

“Alright, come on. Andy’s waiting for you. And if I might be allowed a spoiler… he’s so fucking hot…”

You laughed at that, a mixture of excitement and apprehension twisting your stomach.

What if Andrew didn’t like your dress? But you couldn’t wait to see him in his suit, your imagination was running wild at how handsome he must be…

“Alright, you close your eyes,” Siobhán instructed as you reached the back door of your friends’ house, and you obeyed.

She guided you a few meters away from the house. Your photographer had set up some cameras to catch the moment when you and Andrew would see each other in your wedding clothes for the first time, and your friend guided you at the right spot.

“Alright, you two!” she instructed in a louder voice so that Andrew could hear. “I’ll go now, I have a handsome Best Man to enjoy! You’re not the only ones looking stunning today, and I intend to enjoy seeing my boyfriend in a suit. So… you wait till I close the door, and then you both countdown from ten and turn around.”

“Okay,” you heard Andrew’s voice coming from behind you, it was deeper than usual, you guessed his throat had tightened.

“Okay,” you nodded as well.

“Alright, have fun!”

You heard her moving away, and when you opened your eyes, you were facing a tall oak tree in the middle of a patch of grass.

You heard the door slamming shut.

“Alright, ten,” Andrew spoke behind you, and your heart sped up even more as you started counting with him.

Your hands were clammy now, and your stomach was a mess of knots, and you hoped he wouldn’t leave, you didn’t want him to leave, what if he left…

“Three, two, one…”

You took a deep breath, and then you turned around.

And God… he was so… divine…

His dark suit suited him perfectly, the white of the flower pinned to his chest matching the bouquet you would soon be holding. His hair was partly up, and he just looked so handsome in his three-piece suit, with an elegant bowtie and shining black shoes, and…

And that was your groom right there…

You caught his hazel eyes when he was blinking, letting tears escape his eyes. And you read it all in his eyes then, the same adoration you felt for him, the same love, the same devotion, the same utter joy to see you standing there, ready to marry him…

All the doubts you had left vanished when he started walking over to you, crying, looking at you like you were something divine, something out of this world…

Your feet moved on their own accord, and the next second, you were in Andrew’s arms, breathing in his scent, holding tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“God… Andy, you’re so handsome,” you whispered, crying as well now. “You’re gorgeous, God, you’re so beautiful, you look so good…”

He pulled away just enough to look at you. Your hands moved to hold his face, to run your thumbs over the sharp edge of his cheekbones.

He shook his head, opening and closing his mouth. He chuckled as he cried, looking at you like he couldn’t believe his own eyes.

His gaze travelled down your body, and then back up to your eyes. And he tried to speak again, but merely cried some more instead. He had a lovestruck grin on his lips, though.

“You’re so handsome,” you repeated yourself, and he sniffed, cleared his throat, tried to summon his voice back.

“You’re gorgeous,” he finally let out in a hoarse whisper. “Christ, baby… you’re so beautiful… The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

You both chuckled, and cried, too happy to believe it was all real.

“You’re so beautiful… so beautiful…” he kept on repeating, before taking your face in his hands as well and crushing his lips to yours. “You’re gorgeous… God… love… my love…” he kept on mumbling between kisses.

You kissed and hugged and giggled and tried to realise that this was all real for a few minutes. Andrew seemed calmer, at last, and dried his cheeks on a tissue.

“Told you I would cry,” he chuckled, blushing hard.

“I cried so much too,” you reassured him.

“Yeah… but you must give me a spin. Give me a spin!” he insisted, taking your hand and making you laugh as you spined around. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

“You like my dress?”

“You’re perfect… you’re breathtaking.”

“Thank you…”

You hugged for a while longer, whispering sweet nothings and repeating how much you loved each other…

And there was no doubt left. When Raine arrived a few minutes later to let you know you needed to get ready for the ceremony, you left feeling nothing but happiness, love and a deep sense of peace.

Andrew was the love of your life, and he would stay, you were safe with him. You knew he would stay, no matter what…

The ceremony itself happened in a blur.

The next day, Andrew would remember every moment, every detail. But when it happened, all his brain could register was the silence that meant he needed to say ‘I do’, your voice when you spoke those words too, the moment when he slipped a ring around your finger and you did the same for him. And then the words ‘I now declare you husband and wife’, and then he was kissing you, and kissing you again, and again…

You were married. You were fucking married…

The papers were signed, and everyone hugged him, and then you escaped for a couple of hours to get some photos taken of the two of you. Then it was time to party, and he sang a song for you, because it would make you happy. For your first dance, he was worried to walk on your feet, clumsy as he was with his long limbs, but you seemed so happy all his worries faded the second your gaze caught his.

There was delicious food, drinking, games, some nice speeches from Alex and Siobhán, and a lot of love… so much love… so much happiness…

You never left his side, all day long the two of you remained glued to the hip. He didn’t want you out of his sight, and several times throughout the day he would glimpse at his wedding band, and then yours, and remind himself that you were married now.

She’s my wife.

Every time he looked at you, that simple truth slapped him in the face, and he couldn’t believe this was real…

Around midnight, while everyone was dancing, Andrew managed to sneak out of the tent with you, wanting to be alone for a moment.

The air was cold, September announcing Autumn and its colder weather. You had been lucky though, it had been sunny all day. Andrew put his jacket on your naked shoulders, and you thanked him with a tender smile. There were lights shining in the park, and you walked a little further away from the tent. You could still hear Alex and his band playing, but you were alone now, and Andrew held your hand in his, running his finger over your wedding ring as you settled behind a pine tree. The light was dim, but the full moon was bright, and paired with the yellowish lights of the nearby path, he could perfectly see your features.

You looked up at him with a radiant grin.

“Can you believe that in two days we’ll be on our honeymoon?” you asked.

“Not really, no,” Andrew shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you close.

“You’re my husband,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

“And you’re my wife,” he answered, a stupid grin on his face.

“You make me so happy, you know? I’m so lucky you love me.”

He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your lips.

“You make me happy too,” he whispered, emotions making his voice hoarse. “You’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re the love of mine.”

“Today was perfect,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, letting your perfume make his head spin.

“It was…”

“The cake was the best part, by the way.”

You laughed at that.

“You’re so silly…” you said with so much fondness in your voice.

He kissed your closed eyelids.

“I know that we should get back, have fun with everyone for a little longer…”

“But?”

“But I want to go home and be just with you now.”

You bit on your lip, pulling away just enough to look for his phone in the pocket of his jacket.

“Text your mom, and then we’re getting a cab.”

“You’re sure? We can stay…”

“I want to go home. I want to enjoy some alone time with my husband.”

He giggled like an idiot at your words.

“Jesus… it’s gonna take me a while to get used to that…”

“Are you very drunk?”

“No… tipsy. Why?”

“Because… it’s our wedding night…”

He wiggled his eyebrows, making you giggle. He tried to hide the warmth that spread throughout his body at your innuendo, but failed.

“Hmm… I see…”

“I think you’re going to like what I’m wearing under that dress…”

“Yeah, okay, you’re getting the cab, I’ll sneak back in the tent to get your purse, you text my mom.”

He was already heading back towards the tent when you called for him, making him turn around.

And you were so beautiful in this dual light, golden and silvery, in your wedding dress, with flowers in your hair and joy making your entire body glow…

And you were his wife. He was your husband. You would love him for the rest of your lives… when did he get so lucky? How…?

“I love you, baby.”

He grinned, falling in love with you a little bit more… he would spend his entire life falling more and more in love with you…

“I love you too, darling. I love you so much…”

[kathlare]

emails i can't send

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando picks up Luisinha from the airport, but an unspoken tension lingers between them. As Amelie’s debut album emails i can't send dominates conversations online, Luisinha struggles with the media’s obsession over Lando and Amelie’s past.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: none

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July 15th, 2022 - London, United Kingdom

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ameliedayman: emails i can't send is out now 💌

this feels really surreal, i kind of had to unlearn myself and learn myself again in order to make this album. it's the one i'm most proud of thus far in my life. it's the one i hope you listen to and feel like we were hanging and confiding in each other for an hour. me and the mic were like this the whooole time 🤞🏼 i never thought i would finish it because it was really scary to close the chapter. but i closed it so you can open it! and i hope you do. and i hope you love it. the way i have for so long.

couldn't have made it without some of the most special souls 🤍

rant over for nooow please stream this shit a lot if u don't mind it took me years to make lol

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maddieziegler: Just finished listening and I’m SOBBING 😭👏 → ameliedayman: @maddieziegler Same, but in a happy way! 💌

stelladayman: Proud of you more than words can explain. Can't stop crying. → ameliedayman: @stelladayman Love you sis 💖

pitstoptea: THIS ALBUM DESERVES A GRAMMY, NO QUESTION.

hayesgrier: BANGERS ONLY. Can't believe this is YOUR voice, holy shit. → ameliedayman: @hayesgrier I'm still processing it too LOL! 😅

georgerussell63: My playlist just got a serious upgrade 🔥 → ameliedayman: @gerogerussell63 Glad you approve!! 😏🔥

pitstopgossip: Amelie’s growth is unmatched. I’m addicted to every track.

charles_leclerc: You did it, you absolute legend. This is what dreams are made of. → ameliedayman: @charles_leclerc Feeling like a dream, appreciate you so much 🖤

taylorswift: I knew this would be perfection. So proud of you. → ameliedayman: @taylorswift Coming from you, I’m crying 💖

emmachamberlain: Just played it from start to finish, it’s everything. → ameliedayman: @emmachamberlain THANK YOU for the love, it means so much!! 💖

nikki_kaz: Honestly, we didn’t deserve this album, but I’m so glad we got it.

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Lando pulled into the airport parking lot, the familiar hum of his car a dull background noise to the swarm of thoughts buzzing in his mind. His relationship with Luisinha had been going smoothly lately—at least, it seemed that way on the surface. The media frenzy surrounding his past with Amelie had faded for the most part, but there was still the occasional article, the comments, the whispers. Lando hadn’t really paid attention to any of it. Until now.

Today, Amelie’s debut album, emails i can't send, had dropped. He hadn’t listened to it yet, but he couldn’t escape the chatter. Fans, journalists—everyone had been speculating about which songs were about him. The whole thing was uncomfortable. Lando had tried to avoid it, but he had the sinking feeling that it was about to be front and center again.

He spotted Luisinha as she exited the terminal, her hair catching the sunlight, her small frame moving through the crowd with the grace that always seemed to make heads turn. She was smiling as she waved at him, but there was something off about the way her eyes met his.

Lando parked and jumped out of the car, walking towards her. She had always been the kind of person who carried herself with confidence, but today, there was something subdued about her.

—Hey,— Lando said, greeting her with a quick kiss on the cheek. He noticed how she seemed to stiffen, almost imperceptibly, but didn’t think much of it at first.

—Hey,— she replied, forcing a smile. But there was something in her voice that caught his attention. It was quiet, distant.

They both climbed into the car, the awkward silence between them settling in. Lando tried to make small talk, asking her how her flight was, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood for conversation. She stared out of the window, her lips pressed together, clearly not paying attention to anything he was saying.

Lando couldn't ignore the tension that seemed to hang in the air. He glanced at her a few times as he navigated the streets, trying to figure out what was going on. Luisinha had always been easy to talk to, but today, something was different. She was distant, her usually warm presence almost cold.

He exhaled, glancing over at her again. —You okay?— he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

Luisinha didn’t immediately answer, but she shifted in her seat, adjusting her legs as if she were uncomfortable. Finally, after a long silence, she spoke, her voice quieter than usual. —Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired from the flight. Nothing to worry about.—

Lando frowned, unconvinced. He knew her well enough to know that something was off, and the more she brushed it off, the more frustrated he became. —Don’t lie to me, Lu. I can tell you’re not okay. What’s going on?— he pressed.

She let out a small, almost defeated sigh, before turning to face him. Her lips parted as if she were about to speak, but she hesitated, the words caught in her throat.

Lando’s patience wore thin. —Look, I know something’s up. Just tell me.—

Luisinha's fingers gripped the edge of her seat as she finally spoke, her voice cracking slightly. —It’s just… all this shit with Amelie, Lando.—

He shot her a glance, not fully understanding. —What do you mean?—

Her eyes flashed, her brow furrowing. —The media. The fucking fans. They’re still talking about you two. I thought it was over, but now with her album out, fuck, now it’s even worse. Everyone’s fucking speculating about the songs. Everyone’s saying they’re about you.—

Lando’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles going white. He knew where this was going, but he couldn’t hold back his irritation. —I can’t control what people say or what they think, Luisinha. You know that. I don’t care about the fucking rumors.—

Luisinha’s face flushed with frustration. —But I do! It’s not like I can just ignore it! It’s everywhere! The fucking media’s obsessed with you two, and I can’t fucking stand it!— Her voice was getting louder, more agitated. —I’m supposed to just sit here while people talk about how you two were this perfect couple? When I know you were with her, when I know how things were between you two?—

Lando exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. He felt the anger bubbling up inside him. —I never asked for this. I never asked for them to keep bringing her up! I’m not the one who fucking wrote the album!— He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, making the car jerk slightly.

Luisinha recoiled, her face paling. Her eyes flickered with hurt. —You didn’t have to do anything. You were a part of her life, and now she’s putting it all out there. It’s like I don’t even matter to you because this is still hanging over us!— She shook her head in disbelief, her voice quieter now, but no less hurt. —You don’t even seem to care that it’s making me uncomfortable. That it’s making me feel like shit. That it’s making me feel like I’m just another footnote in your fucking history.—

Lando’s anger flared, and he didn’t hold back. —It’s not my fucking fault she decided to put all this shit out there, okay? I’m not the one who’s still stuck on the past! It’s not like I fucking planned for any of this to happen, but here we are. Deal with it. I’m not gonna apologize for her album or for whatever people want to think!— His words hung in the air, harsh and biting.

Luisinha went silent. The hurt in her eyes was clear, but it only seemed to make her angrier. She turned her head away from him, staring out of the window, her lip trembling slightly. The tension in the car was suffocating.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice low and strained. —I don’t want to be here right now. Drop me off at a hotel, Lando. I can’t be with you like this.—

Lando felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by frustration. —Lu, come on, don’t do this. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just—shit, I don’t know what you want me to say! It’s not like I can fix any of this, okay?— He was pleading now, his voice softer, but the damage had already been done.

Luisinha shook her head, her tone firm. —No. Just take me to the hotel. I need some space. You need some space. We’ll talk when I’m not so fucking pissed off. Right now, I just… I can’t.—

Lando’s heart sank. He wasn’t used to this—the coldness, the distance, the anger. He wanted to fix it, but everything he said only seemed to make it worse. The way she was looking at him, like she couldn’t even stand to be in the same car as him, made him sick to his stomach.

He didn’t argue. With a heavy sigh, he turned the car in the direction of the nearest hotel. The silence between them was almost unbearable. Lando couldn’t help but replay the argument in his head, wishing he could take back the things he’d said. But it was too late now.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, Luisinha didn’t wait for him to open the door. She got out of the car on her own, slamming the door behind her before walking briskly toward the entrance. Lando stayed in the car, watching her leave, his heart aching in a way that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He didn’t want to feel like this. He didn’t want to have this fight. He just wanted things to be normal again.

But nothing felt normal anymore. Not with Luisinha. Not with Amelie.

Lando sat there for a long moment, the weight of everything pressing down on him. Finally, he pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over Amelie’s number. But he didn’t call. He didn’t text. Instead, he opened up the playlist for emails i can't send.

Maybe he needed to hear it.

Maybe he needed to remember.

But he didn’t know how much more he could take.

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[archivewriter1ont]

Echo and the Cadet Batch Chapter 15: Two Cadets, One Skirata, And A Bad Batch Is Out!

art by @littletroggo (adorableness on canvas)

Summary:

Hunter's actions may have consequences for the future, but he has to deal with the ones in the past first. Kal Skirata is wary of the clone but goes along with the plan anyway, and Echo and Fives realize that they may have just been adopted by the crazy guy from the future who just gunned down one of their least favorite people. They aren't not happy about it... In the meantime Crosshair, Wrecker, Ninety-Nine, and Tech are picking apart the relic in an attempt to find a way home. When they all meet back up, explanations come due for both sides.

SNEAK PEEK: ⬇️

Behind him, one of the twins cleared their throat and Hunter could tell before he turned around that it was Echo. Now that he had clocked his brother's slightly different scent and signature, it was as simple as breathing to differentiate him in the data his enhancements steadily fed to his brain. It was soothing, too, in a way – the sergeant no longer felt like he was reaching out for something he couldn’t find, like there was a gaping hole in his awareness where a concrete presence usually existed, staying close and secure no matter the stress around him.

“So you’re…not a trainer?” Little Echo looked unsure, but it didn’t feel like he was frightened. Fives was gaping at Hunter, his jaw hinged open and his brown eyes so wide they looked like they might pop out of his head, but he too looked more awed than afraid.

Hunter was relieved to know that he hadn’t scared the cadets, but he hadn’t honestly expected them to show much sorrow over the death of one of the Kaminoans. For one thing, they had likely only known Sol by name and not through any close interaction, and no clone was ever really attached to the longnecks anyway – for another, this one in particular had just threatened them, and having someone other than their batchmates stand up for them was probably more of a shock than violence at this point in their training.

“No. I’m a clone,” he confirmed. With his hands now free, the tracker reached up and slid his helmet off. Out of habit he shook his head to let his hair fluff out of the flat mat the bucket restricted it to, and watched Echo’s jaw fall open like his twins as the cadet recognized, even past his skull tattoo and slight difference in features, the face of a clone. “Just like you.”

Something lit up in the boy’s eyes – Hunter was not going to get used to seeing those eyes in a kid’s face anytime soon – but before the sergeant could identify the emotion Fives was already jumping in.

“You’re awesome!” the cadet blurted. 

In spite of everything going on at the moment, Hunter grinned like an idiot.

Fives took a few running strides and grabbed Hunter’s hand. The sergeant nearly started in confusion at the sudden behavior change, then relaxed when he realized the cadet was just looking at his armor. 

Fives pulled his arm this way and that to inspect his vibroblade and the vambrace where it was sheathed. “I want one of these, Echo!” he called back to his brother eagerly. “Look!”

Skirata snorted in the background. Echo rolled his eyes and Hunter almost laughed out loud. That hadn’t changed either – though Crosshair might be a little annoyed to find out that he wasn’t the only one who got the you’re now dead to me eye-roll, as he called it. Echo may have perfected it on the sniper but Fives must have been vod zero.

Echo followed Fives over but was a little more reserved, eyeing the dead scientist carefully. “So, he’s really dead?” 

“Yeah,” Hunter assured him. “No heartbeat, no real nerve activity.” He felt Skirata’s gaze sharpen and fix on him, and looked up to lock eyes with the other man, keeping his face unreadable but his posture defiant and tense, ready for action. 

“What?” he all but growled. He didn’t like being picked apart, even if was just visually. 

The Mandalorian let the silence hang in the air for a moment before he answered. “I’ve heard the rumors about you,” he began evenly. He seemed to be taking stock of Hunter, analyzing him with just a cursory glance and the quickdraw judgment of a man accustomed to making split-second decisions. “If you’re the same 9901 I’m thinkin’ about.”

Hunter felt curiosity pricking at his brows, raising one higher than the other. “I am.” He didn’t care if the trainer knew. He had already heard it once and he had just watched him kill a Kaminoan. 

Skirata eyed him more skeptically. “Didn’t think you’d be this old yet.”

That was a question Hunter wasn’t sure how to answer. “I’m not, usually,” he finally said. “It’s…complicated.”

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[storywestistrash]

i am actually so tired of the way westerners treat eastern europeans

[walking-loather]

When it comes to hygiene tasks and self care with disability and chronic illness, its pretty much a constant case of: don't let perfect be the enemy of the good.

Basically: it's better to do something, than to do nothing at all.

TLDR: Just because you can't do something "properly" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at all. Do it half-way. Do it shitty. Do it barely. Do it on a technicality. But do what you can. Just try, because doing something will help you.

If you don't have the energy to scrub your body with a sponge, just rub soap over your skin with your hands.

If you don't have the energy to wash your whole body with soap, just hit the places where sweat accumulates, or where you're smelliest.

If you don't have the energy to wash with soap AT ALL, just sitting in water is better than nothing. It will wash away dirt and oils.

If you can't bathe or shower at all, a warm wash cloth is your new best friend. If that's too much, then try bath wipes. They're a bit bigger than regular wet wipes, and a bit more heavy duty. They're designed to help keep bed ridden patients clean in hospitals.

If you don't have the energy to dry yourself after a bath or a shower, just put on a bathrobe and get into bed. If you don't have the energy to get dressed afterwards, just don't. It can wait until you can.

If you don't have energy to brush your teeth for two minutes, honestly, just a cursory scrub is better than not doing anything.

If you can't brush your teeth twice a day, brush in the evenings. It will help take away the build up of food from the day.

If you don't have the energy to brush AT ALL, honestly, just take a cloth and wipe the plaque off your teeth. Rinse with mouth wash after if you'd like. Something is always better than nothing.

If you can't floss twice a day. Try once. If that's too much, try a few times a week. If that's too much, try setting aside a day once a week as a goal. If you can't keep a schedule, do it when you're able to. Hell, I keep some floss next to my bed so that if I forget and don't have the energy to go get it, I can just reach over.

If you can't iron your clothes, don't bother. Wrinkles are fine. Wear jumpers over wrinkly t-shirts. No one will know, and honestly, most people won't even care. If it's really wrinkly and it's A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Ironed, here's my life hack. Step 1: take a spray bottle, and spritz the item of clothing (while you're wearing it is easiest) until it's lightly damp. Step 2: use a hair-dryer on the clothes until they're dry. It gets rid of creases like nobody's business, it's easier than lugging out the iron and ironing board, and you get to have nice toasty warm clothes afterwards.

If you can't fold your clothes, try just hanging them up. It's less commitment. It's quicker to do. Granted, you need to have the space in order to do this, but it is also good at helping you downsize, and lets you visualise exactly what you have.

If you can't put your clothes away, invest in a couple of laundry baskets, and then just keep your clean clothes in the baskets. You can then separate washed clothes into underwear, pants, and shirts baskets. You can just leave them like that. I'm giving you permission to never fold your laundry again if you can't. Just leave it unfolded. Who's going to care? Something is better than nothing. If you can, try to put those baskets into your closet so that you can keep the clutter out of sight, and give yourself a more restful environment.

If you can't separate your clothing out into different categories and wash them "properly" (whites, warm tones, cool tones, darks, delicates / switching between hot & cold washes / paying attention to laundry instructions on the label) then just don't worry about it. If you cold wash your clothes, colours won't bleed. Maybe gradually over the course of dozens of washes there'll be some changes in hue, but it's really not as high stakes as the One Red Sock In The Whites Turns Them Pink trope makes it out to be.

I've pretty much come to the point in my life where if a piece of clothing can't survive the washer and dryer, then it's just not meant to be. I colour separate my clothes, and if I have the energy/remember I'll take my bras and jumpers out of the washing machine to drip dry. But otherwise, I leave it to the universe.

If you can't separate out your recycling, then don't. If you have a large amount of rubbish you need to get rid of but the idea of separating it out properly is stopping you from doing so, then just don't worry about it. I know it's not ideal, but if you have garbage in your room/house and you need to get rid of it, please just get rid of it. Don't let the problem get bigger and harder to deal with. Don't let "doing something properly" get in the way of keeping your living spaces clean. Please. Give yourself understanding.

If you can't wash your dishes, get paper plates. Obviously, it's not ideal, but it is better that you eat food than skipping meals. It is better that you have a clean kitchen, rather than having dishes piling up and making it harder to look after yourself.

If you can't prepare meals for yourself keep making the tasks easier and easier. If you can't do recipes, then simplify. Use pasta sauce from the jar instead of making it. Eat canned soup. Buy food you can just stick in the oven. If you eat fish fingers and microwave veggies every night, it's better than not eating anything at all. It's better than having to fork out money on take-out. If you need ready-made meals, then get them. If you're literally just eating a raw cauliflower for dinner; 1) I see you, 2) me too, sis, 3) something is better than nothing.

These are the basic things you need to do every day to function as a person. They are your activities of daily living. Brushing your teeth. Bathing or showering. Using the bathroom. Getting dressed. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Keeping your environment clean. You don't need to do these things perfectly, but they need to happen in order for you to have a decent quality of life.

And it breaks my heart, because I know that so many disabled people can't do these things every day. I'm not saying this to guilt or judge, I'm saying that these are basic needs; you deserve these things. These things bring dignity. If a disabled person is unable to do these things, it diminishes their quality of life. It robs them of dignity.

If you need help to do these things, Its okay to ask for help. It's okay to need help. But if you can't get that help and you have to do these things by yourself -- or you just plain want to be independent and do it without help-- then don't hold yourself to standards you can't meet.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of the good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Even if it's not perfect. Even if it's not done well. Do what you can.

[esteemed-excellency]

ok i'm almost done with the new firmament chapter, i have So Many thoughts 👀

[gibbearish]

its occuring to me what specifically it is that therapists go to therapy for

[nobodybetterlookatme]

I've never heard of emts working only at events? What's that like for you if you don't mind my asking?

Yeah, there are ambulance companies that staff certain events, but there's some event specific companies out there lmao. For me specifically, it's almost entirely college events, whether it's happening on a campus or not. It's not great, usually pretty boring, but it's better than being on an ambulance or in a hospital. We do get actual emergencies sometimes, but usually it's just getting drunk people to the tent or giving out water and bandaids lmao. Again, boring as fuck, but I chose this over working on a 911 rig, so that's on me 😔 if I'm being so real tho, other than my coworkers, the best part of the job is the food lmaoooo it's so good and all the food trucks/food booths give discounts or free food to us depending on the location and event. And there's almost always a ton of downtime, so I basically just get paid to sit there and vibe for the most part

[lovinglin]

My best bet in lore posting is if I just don't think abt it too much