#but yes you drew stars around my scars And now I'm bleeding

[idontknowmyownmind]

OG!Cale Fanfics Recommendation

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[og!Cale-centric] in accordance by pheenick 💝

[LCF] Love is gone by sleepycale 💝

[LCF] Are you saying Goodbye? by JadedMindscape

[og!AlCale] "Unexpected Meetings" - series by abralhugres

[og!AlCale] "dreams" - series by abralhugres

[og!AlCale] the root of the problem by abralhugres

His Majesty's Messenger by Aisha_mirai

A Man who had No Love by Justsamrandumbfujoshi

[og!Cale-centric] Forgive Dad by Verzy

[og!AlCale] Winter Affliction by abralhugres

[og!Cale-centric] the red means... [you belong to me] by Further_From_Humanity 💝

it's you by Milamimi

[og!AlCale] In another life by Verzy

[og!AlCale] don’t go where i can’t follow by shuangxuans 💝

[og!AlCale] a Lout and a Prince by abralhugres

[og!AlCale] the villainess gets revenge by abralhugres

[RokCale] feelings too strong to contain by abralhugres

[RokCale] Type of kisses by wifteria

[RokCale] Knock on the Coffin by esdegen 💝

[RokCale] Salvation & Sin by Luc_00 (Dawn_007)

[CJS x Heniroksoo] you drew stars around my scars (but now i’m bleeding) by todoloey

[og!AlCale] "Switched" - series by abralhugres

[og!Cale-centric] Nightmare in the Flesh by Verzy

Complicated by abralhugres

[Og!StarCale] Cry for me by wifteria 💝

[ROokCale] Why Cale Henituse can't leave the duchy by wifteria

[Og!AlCale] ( IF I AM THE SUN ) by AKingsAffection

[RokCale] the secrets we left under the distant sky by Luc_00 (Dawn_007)

[RokCale] You Are Mine by ThisIsVee 💝

ON-GOING

[LCF AlCale] Crown Prince's Rule Breaker by minamintsoo

[LCF x ORV] The Kimcom in Rowoon by Tsukki_yan 💝

[LCF x ORV] Crossing Paths by your_serialdreamer

One Bad End is Enough by AsterEfflores 💝

Can't an Old Man Die in Peace? by AsterEfflores

[og!Cale-centric] his brother's keeper by thursdays 💝

Cut Yourself On My Glass Plate by SkylerSkyhigh 💝

Open Your Eyes And Take A Look Around You. by VaraUser 💝

Reacting to Reading by Cortes01

Acquaint Fate by Unlucky_Cactus 💝

[LCF] Ancient Powers Hijack Cale's Body by mishamoonberry

[og!AlCale] Fuck our Problems by Verzy 💝

[og!AlCale] death is the only ending for the trash queen by abralhugres

[og!AlCale] crossed fates - series by abralhugres 💝

[og!AlCale] puppy love by abralhugres

[og!Cale-centric] Vermilion made of Cinnabar by PoisonousLana

[PolySoo x og!Cale] more is better ;D by abralhugres, small_mew 💝

[LCF x BNHA] BNHA react to TCF by KNX7

Hunter by Theta_Shi

[og!Cale-centric] OG!Cale receives a family by Verzy

The Silver Coin and The Pretty Rock by ThisIsVee 💝

This Time Around by ThisIsVee

everyone around him dies by abralhugres 💝

[og!ChoiCale] 그렇더라고요 (When You Love Someone) by mishamoonberry 💝

[og!AlCale] (what we lose in the fire) by AKingsAffection 💝

my world as i wish for by mishamoonberry 💝

Group Hug!!!! by squidballsinc

[RokCale] Damage control by Mir_Hope20 💝

Patchwork Soul by ThisIsVee 💝

Cale's Guide to Raising Your Yandere Brother by GingerVee (ThisIsVee), ThisIsVee 💝

End My Suffering Dear Duke! by Aceresa 💝

[RokCale] Everyone Deserves to be Loved by Loveable_Psychopath

[RokCale) Zenith of the Crimson Sun and the Obsidian Moon by Kimera20

I Reject The Maidens! by C0rr3ct 💝

[RokCale] Sleeping Partners (they really just sleep) by FollowerOfCaleism 💝

[RokCale] The Sun Proposed to the Moon by Nami_San18

Blood is Thicker than Wine by seasskies 💝

💝 The one I love the most ❤❤❤

This is my latest updated og!Cale fanfictions I've read

The one without [...] in front of its title means that the story /somehow/ involved both KRS and Cale

And, yes, I'm a hardcore og!AlCale and RokCale shipper

I do read some krs!Cale-centric fanfiction but when it come to LCF 'canon'-verse, I avoided E-rated and shippy ones and I don't usually bookmarked them

It's hard to find one to my liking because most M-rated and T-rated ones still with ships and s3xual content while there are few with those rates because of the theme or gore or language but most are not, so...

I like the light read ones, but most of the times I just want to read the heavy ones that without ships but those are so rare...

Idk whether you, @grumpywiltedlettuce, already read them or not but these are the one I like the most!!

Will updated if I found more!!

[tea-biscuits-books]

Marauders Masterlist

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lilyflower ~ james potter

summary: james promises he was over lily, until you catch them kissing at the party

'but i watch your eyes as she walks by, what a sight for sore eyes'

🐾🦌🐀🐺🍫🧙🏻‍♂️

starry scars ~ sirius black

summary: only you truly understand him

'you drew stars around my scars, and now i'm bleeding'

🐾🦌🐀🐺🍫🧙🏻‍♂️

rockstar ~ sirius black

summary: during a concert, you direct a song towards the lead guitarist

'cause after all this time i'm still into you'

🐾🦌🐀🐺🍫🧙🏻‍♂️

the night we met ~ remus lupin

summary: you realise your relationship was doomed from the start

'oh take me back to the night we met'

🐾🦌🐀🐺🍫🧙🏻‍♂️

the way i loved you ~ regulus black

summary: you can't help but compare regulus to his brother

'cause i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2am and i'm cursing your name'

🐾🦌🐀🐺🍫🧙🏻‍♂️

PART OF FAIRYTALE MASTERLIST

beauty and the beast ~ scars - remus lupin

summary: remus lupin never was the beast. he always was the beauty.

'i would never again until i found her

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princess and the frog ~ padfoot - sirius black

summary: sirius gets stuck as a dog, and only a true loves kiss can save him

'its a love story, baby just say yes'

[amethystfairy1]

Tango Needs a Shower

I've seen this question come up a couple times in the comments of 'Everything and More' which is Zedango's debut fic for TTSBC, and so I thought I'd take the opportunity to expand my thoughts on it here for my first worldbuilding/spitballing post!

Or y'know...whatever snazzier name I can come up with for them 😳

SO BASICALLY...

I think some of you may be keeping up with my other currently WIP AU, 'Traveling Thieves' which I do plan to expand, and try and add to this blog and discuss over here as well once I start working on it more again. I just haven't really done much with it in the past few weeks, but I ASSURE YOU I WILL RETURN TO IT. In that series, there is a fic that fulfills a whumptober prompt called 'You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding.' and it is a Zed & Tango fic...you could read it as a Zedango pre-relationship fic, but whatever interpretation is up to you.

Point is, in that fic, SPOILER ALERT, Tango is 'burned' by water.

Which understandably threw some of you for a loop when I mentioned Tango taking a shower in TTSBC. And so I thought I'd clarify that blaze-born traits are gonna be different between the two AUs, and for TTSBC it will be as follows....it's essentially the same way scalding/boiling water would burn a human, but in reverse. So Tango showers with scalding/boiling hot water, and he doesn't spend much time in it. Blaze-borns don't like water for the most part, but hey, hygiene is as hygiene does, so you still gotta shower sometimes. If the water is extremely, extremely hot, it could be pleasant, but considering keeping water at that high of a temperature through a showerhead isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world, Tango just sucks it up with as hot as he can manage to get it. Which is still pretty freaking hot. Cold/cooler water would have the same effect on him that scalding/boiling water would have on anyone else. It would scald/burn him. Bonus points if he isn't expecting it and it hits his flares or blaze-rods before he can dim them, that's like x2 damage. Ouchies. And before you ask yes, yes we will be revisiting this concept.

As far as worldbuilding goes, I do like the idea that blaze-born pyres in the under-city form around natural hot springs/lava flows in the tunnels distant from the main cavern, but I dunno if that'll ever come up/become canon, that's just me spitballing.

Sooooooo...

TL:DR: Tango showers with scalding/boiling hot water, but cold/cooler water would burn/scald him.🔥🫖🔥

The fics mentioned in this post are ⬇️

[xoluvdia]

hi dia! i was wondering if u could explain cardigan by taylor swift? i know it’s very self explanatory but i love hearing it from your side. or it that to much maybe just the first verse? thank u ☺️

omg yes! i feel so honored you want to hear it from my side. i absolutely love love love cardigan. also i'm so sorry this took forever to respond to 🥺

DIA DEEP DIVE !!!

Vintage tee, brand new phone. High heels on cobblestones. When you are young they assume you know nothing. Sequin smile, black lipstick. Sensual politics. When you are young, they assume you know nothing.

"vintage tee, brand new phone, high heels on cobblestones, sequin smile, black lipstick, sensual politics" .. i feel like T uses this to set a timeline of the different phases this relationship has gone through. it's a relationship between two young people and it's assumed that they might not know what love is or that it's not as serious as they think it is.

But I knew you, dancing in your Levis drunk under a streetlight. I knew you, hand under my sweatshirt. Baby, kiss it better. And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

but to "betty", the person whose pov this is in, she knows the small moments they've shared accumulate to a bigger feeling. when she's felt really low and unloved and unwanted, "james" made her feel loved and wanted.

A friend to all is a friend to none. Chase two girls, lose the one. When you are young, they assume you know nothing

because he's chasing two girls, he loses "the one" aka betty and it feels like "the 1" track from folklore is almost like an alternate ending to cardigan if james didn't return.

But I knew you playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends. I knew you, your heartbeat on the High Line once in 20 lifetimes. And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

hide-and-seek might refer to him sneaking around with augustine. giving betty his weekends. it feels like she loves the simplicity of just spending time with him. one in 20 lifetimes reminds me of lover "have i known you 20 seconds or 20 years?" - a relationship that feels long but also somehow short like it feels like you've known them forever in such a short time.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding 'cause I knew you stepping on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain. I knew you tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy. I knew you, leaving like a father. Running like water. And when you are young, they assume you know nothing.

their relationship was pure and she felt like he really understood her. he didn't try to "fix her" he made her feel loved by drawing stars around her scars (possibly her insecurities, flaws, past, etc), but he is also the reason she is hurting now because he left. it seems as if she knew he would leave and it reflects on her insecurities of feeling unwanted.

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss. I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs. The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'cause I knew everything when I was young. I knew I'd curse you for the longest time. Chasing shadows in the grocery line. I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired and you'd be standing in my front porch light.

james still "haunts" her. she still thinks of him and he lingers in her thoughts, but he also knows that the same goes for him. she he still thinks of her and that once things ended with augustine, he would miss what he had with betty and he'd go back to her.

And I knew you'd come back to me. You'd come back to me. And you'd come back to me. And you'd come back. And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

and he did go back to her. even though he made her feel like the old cardigan under someone's bed, he made her feel "new" again.

i think this is all betty knows. i assume james was her first "real" love. someone who made her feel "new". someone who made her feel worthwhile. i think james put her through a lot. he made her feel like the old cardigan when he was sneaking with augustine. however, she is able to overlook that because of what they've been through and how he's made her feel wanted and loved before.

idk i'm kind of yapping at this point, but i loveeee this song so much!

[ezrasageisajellyfish]

I'm bored and sad so here my favorite Taylor swift lyrics for some songs

the 1 - "if one had been different would everything be different today"

the afterglow - "Tell me that we'll be just fine even when I lose my mind"

the albatross - "wise men once said one bad seed kills the garden"

all too well (yes there are multiple but this song murders me mentally) - "maybe we got lost in translation maybe I asked for too much" "maybe this thing was a masterpiece til you tore it all up" "I'm in a new hell everytime you double cross my mind" "the idea you had of me who was she?"

the archer (this also has multiple but idc its a banger) "I've got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you" "easy they come easy they go" "help me hold on to you" "can you see right through me" "I see right through me"

august - "I remember thinking I had you" "wanting was enough for me it was enough" "to live for the hope of it all" "you weren't mine to lose"

back to December - "if we loved again I swear I'd love you right"

better man - "saying to myself you know you had to do it" "sometimes in the middle of the night I can feel you again"

the black dog - "and I may never open up the way I did for you" "and tail between your legs your leaving" "and I move through the world with the heartbroken" "six weeks breathing clean air and I still miss the smoke"

the bolter - "Oh we must stop meeting like this" "there's escape in escaping"

cardigan - "you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding" "stepping on the last train marked me like a bloodstain" "trying change the ending" "leaving like a father running like water" "when you are young they assume u know nothing" "but I knew you'd linger like a tattoo you kissed" "knew you'd haunt all of my what ifs" "knew the smell of smoke would hang around this long cause i knew everything when I was young" "knew I'd curse you for the longest time" "I knew you'd come back to me"

champagne problems (warning this is my favorite song so this gonna be long) - "because I dropped your hand while dancing" "you told your family for a reason you couldn't keep it in" "your heart was glass I dropped it" "love slipped beyond your reaches and I couldn't give a reason" "this dorm was once a madhouse I made a joke well its made for me" "how evergreen our group of friends don't think we'll say that word again" "I never was ready so I watch you go" "sometimes you just don't know the answer till someone's on their knees and asks you" "She would have made such a lovely bride what a shame she's fucked in the head they said" "she'll patch up your tapestry that I shred" "never leave you stranded" "you won't remember all my champagne problems"

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus - "and you just watched it happen" "just say i loved you the way that you were" "you needed me but you needed drugs more and I couldn't watch it happen" "all to outrun my desertion of you"

[thefictionalgirl]

It's night and you just lazily lie down on your bed. Your cotton sleepwear and the blanket slowly and slowly are merging into one, giving you a comfortable time. The moisturiser you applied before going to bed seems to give away a familiar fragrance. You take a breath and nonchalantly run your fingers through your hairs. An unearthly quietness filled the dark room, the bedsheet is cold, so you move a little to the side and your palm touches the warmth of your body dwelling on the bed sheet. You pick your phone up from the bedside table to check the time, but subconsciously you opened your whatsapp. When you realise, it is too late not to think about the things you're missing, maybe it's the nightlife of teenage dreams, a bunch of chats and a lot of sugar coated memories that once turned out to be something bitter. Your ears make you aware of your sighs and a little burn in the nose absolutely informs you about the sudden rain, of course the rain which is only meant to fall on your pillow. And then you just lie straight on the bed, putting your phone down, staring at the ceiling, your face, taking a bath in the hotspring. You always forget to check the time.

As you don't feel sleepy, you again take your phone and bring it so close to your face, safely, you don't want to make the same mistake of dropping it on your face again. 2 am, it is. Then you go to spotify and search up “Cardigan by Taylor Swift”, it shows up and you hit the play button. Closing your eyes after a warm rain shower makes you feel a bit uneasy but you still keep them closed. Flipping your phone down on your chest, you hum along with her voice. You know she always gets it, she gets everyone who is in pain. Gulping a lump of melancholy down your throat, you rub your forehead a little, a bit restless and a lot hurt,

escaping has never been easy. You wonder how some people can break and hold your heart at the same time. You wonder if anybody understands how helpless it makes one feel. Her voice always finds a way to get into your soul, the words always give you a sense of relief.

Yes, as if it's really okay to feel like this. As if it's really okay to sing out loud,

“You drew stars, around my scars and now I'm bleeding.”

✒mystica

Picture source : Pinterest

[whumptober]

Hi! Is it ok to use the title of one prompt for the fic of another if tagged properly? eg. Using the title 'You drew stars, around my scars, but now I'm bleeding' for prompt no.4 (Cattle Prod/Shock/'You in there?')?

It's confusing for our rebloggers, but yes, you can do that. Proper tags will help clarify for our hardworking reblog fairies

[frostironfudge]

You Said I Was Your Favourite - Ari Levinson

Summary: You're taken from Ari. He's promised you many things but when his eyes don't meet yours and his present words begin to make you doubt his past promises. Will you go back to him?

Paring: Mafia!Ari Levinson x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, mentions of past self harm, scars of self harm mentioned, reader is clean since 3 months, canon level violence, reader kidnapped, swearing, guns, blood, injury, protective ari, smut, p in v, dirty talk, fluff, past is in italics, hurt/comfort, fluff/smut, nicknames: metuka (meaning sweetheart).

A.N.: honestly the lyric 'you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding' cardigan by taylor swift, was circling around my head for the most part writing this fic. this is sort of a self indulgent fic, plus Mr. Levinson just reminds me of this comforting bear, i adore him. wrote this amidst a writing block so it may not be top notch but i adore it.

Dividers: @firefly-graphics || Word Count: 4.1k

Main Masterlist || AO3

Burning gunmetal and rust, a leaking pipe of water. Rough, uneven ground digs into your skin. Your gaze searches the dark room, vision field limited at the angle your head is twisted upon. 

The overhead light flickers with an inconsistent buzz. You groan when you feel yourself being propped up to your knees. 

“Stupid bitch.” The man sneers, grip tightening on your hair, twisting harshly. Your clothes stick to you, uncomfortably so. Sweat and you fear some amount of blood might be the reason. 

The door is kicked open, heavy footsteps each around the room. You can’t look up fully due to the grip on your head. 

However recognising that cologne is easy, and the way your heart soars even in this most horrible situation. You know it’s him—Ari. 

Another whimper is coaxed out of you, your head tilted further the warm barrel of the gun touches your jaw. 

Ari’s gaze is cold, not the warm blue waters that you love to sink into, none of the fiery blaze present with which he would trace your form. 

“I see you made it.” The man chuckles, tapping your jaw with the gun, “Here I thought apart from your long gone wife no one held your affections.” He laments. 

Ari’s jaw tightens, lips pressed into a thin line. It is then you realise he isn’t sparing you a glance. His gaze is on the man only. 

“What no words? I have your girl.” The man scoffs, Ari just shrugs. 

“You should really fact check, Parson.” Ari tuts, retrieving the pack of cigarettes he carries and lights one. 

One puff, then a second one. 

He scratches the side of his mouth with his thumb. Eyes everywhere else but on your form. 

You swallow, your heart trying to convince your mind this is a dream. You were sleeping. 

You had gone out, the mall? Yes. 

Picking up a dress for dinner with Ari. 

You must have gotten tired and fallen asleep. 

This is just a dream. 

Ari would never let his gaze stray from you. He would never ignore you. 

“So if I shoot her, you won’t be sad or mad?” Parson’s voice sounds full of doubt. 

“Oh I would be, but it is because you killed an innocent person, not because she means anything to me. You have the wrong woman.” Ari takes another drag of the cigarette. It burns bright then turns to ash. 

You feel tears brim your eyes, a wicked smirk on Ari’s face. 

“Oh, did you think more?” He speaks in a mocking tone. You feel your heart crack. 

Please be a dream. Your heart screams, wails in your chest. Your gaze shifts down, lips pressed together tightly not to let the sob break free. 

“But, but I saw the two of you, your hand on her face. She’s in l-love with y-you.” Parson stammers, his clear upperhand being undermined. 

“Half of the female population pines for a minute of my affection.” Ari drops the cigarette, stepping upon it with the heel of his boot.

“You should have had more women in here.” He gives a dry chuckle. 

“There isn’t anyone apart from you, Metuka.” Ari whispers against your forehead, “After a long time my heart has thawed, waiting to place itself onto your palms.”

You stay silent, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“Bear.” Your throat tightens, “I, I have feelings for you too.” You admit, “I thought, I thought you wouldn’t—,” 

“Oh but I do, Metuka.” He smiles, the kind that melts your heart. He pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his bear hug. You nuzzle closer into the crook of his neck. 

You blink tears at the memory. 

“I’ve seen you kiss her.” Parson still argues. 

Ari clicks his tongue, clearly irritated. 

Ari’s lips find yours, he walks in after his work day. You gave him your apartment key. A squeal leaves you when he lifts you up, arms wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his broad chest. 

Deep rumbling laughter fills the small kitchen. You tilt your head back looking up at him. He then brushes his lips against yours, your hand moves to tangle with his soft hair. A few of the strands tickling your cheek.  

The kiss turns bruising, you tug on his hair, he groans into your mouth, hands tightening around you. Keeping you to him. 

“You’re mine, Metuka, as I am yours.” He promises. 

“Parson, you’re wasting my fucking time.” Ari roars, anger coursing through his voice. You close your eyes. 

“So you won’t care if I hurt her?” Parson smirks, watching the man in front of him closely. He taps the gun to your forehead. 

“No one will lay a finger upon you, Metuka.” Ari promises as you’re laying with your head in his lap. 

“Ari, nothing will happen to me.” You look up at him, his palm brushing over your head pauses, eyes harbour a moment of worry. 

You grasp the hand that is on your abdomen, bringing it to your lips you kiss his palm. The callouses memorised by you. Your thumb traces over them. 

“You will always protect me, I know.” You assure him. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt because of what I do. Ever.” There is a furrow between his brows. 

“Bear.” You try to get him to smile at the nickname, he doesn’t, you frown. 

“Metuka,” Ari struggles with verbalising, you sit up, effortlessly he makes you sit facing him, “I will protect you till my last breath.” 

“Bear, don’t, say that.” Your hands cup his face, stroking over his beard. 

“There is only you, I only harbour you in my heart.” Blue eyes study you as you take in his words, your skin heats. 

“I love you, Ari.” Your words light him up, he rewards you with the prized grin that belongs only to you. 

“Parson, I was told you have a negotiation for business.” Ari taps his foot, your eyes drop from his face, “I didn’t realise you’d rather discuss the women I fuck.” 

The words are cruel, they make you question everything over the past six months. 

Your brain mocks your heart, you almost don’t feel the blade sinking into your forearm. When you refocus, you see the torn sleeve, Parson’s smile drops when Ari doesn’t show a shred of care. 

“Let's try the other hand.” Parson moves, gripping your left hand. You panic. 

“No.” You whisper, you hadn’t let Ari see your arms, favouring full sleeves. Not letting him take off your shirt when things got intimate during heavy make outs. 

You were waiting for the damn scars to fade. You try to pry your hand away. 

Ari’s hands freeze under your shirt. The way you tensed had him pause. He retracts his hands and pulls his mouth away from your neck. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, attempting to shift away. Your hands grasp his shoulders urging him to stay. 

“Ari, Ari let me explain—,”

“You just have to say no, Metuka. It all stops. I don’t want an explanation.” He shakes his head. 

“I’m, no I want to do this, kissing you making out, I just, I’m not comfortable taking my top off yet.” Your skin heats, you gaze down at his half exposed chest. The hypocrisy makes you wince. 

“Do you want my hands to explore beneath?” He questions, you nod. 

“So the shirt is not off but I can try to touch your very pretty boobs.” He just laughs when you lightly smack his chest. Grasping your palm he brings your fingers to his lips. Placing soft kisses upon them as his beard tickles. 

You giggle, Ari adores you. 

His palms then cup your cheeks, “Whenever you’re ready, we’ll take it further okay? I’m very happy making out as though we’re horny teenagers.” 

That earns him another smack. 

His deep laugh rumbles through your chest. 

You try to shift away, Parson points his gun at Ari. 

“He may feel nothing but I know you do, even if you’re nothing to him. Do you want him dead?” He chuckles darkly when your eyes shift from the gun to the towering man. 

Ari still doesn’t meet your gaze, you don’t understand. Till this morning it was as if you were his world. Now he looks at you as if you’re nothing to him.  

“Please don’t hurt him.” You look up at Parson. He only smiles, lowering the gun. Harshly grabbing your forearm you cry out, then bite down on your tongue to stop the whimpers. 

Parson pushes the sleeve back harshly, the knife ready but then he pauses, seeing the lines strewn across your skin. 

“Of course, big bad mafia man, Ari Levinson would never want someone broken.” Parson shakes his head with laughter bubbling past his tongue. 

Ari finally moves his gaze on you, you’re looking down, biting back sniffles. The sight of your forearm though, sends his heart plummeting. 

How had he not figured it out? 

Why hadn’t you told him? 

Is this why you didn’t want to show him all of you? 

Why had he not asked you more often if you were doing alright?

How selfish and blind had he been towards you?

How long has this been going on?

Guilt fills him. 

“No one would want someone this broken.” The disgust in Parson’s voice wraps around your mind, the scars ache beckoning you towards them yet again. 

“I know.” Your voice is so small, you don’t look up. You don’t want Ari to see you this way. He wouldn’t care either way. You blink away the tears, it only makes them brim over. 

“Parson, you have ten seconds to step away from her.” Ari warns through gritted teeth. 

The man scoffs, “You’re without a weapon. You’re in no position to—,” 

The mobster reaches into his jacket, retrieving a gun. 

“H-how did you get that past my guards?” Parson sutters at the ammunition reveal. 

“Oh, your guards? Did I say I came in here unprepared?” Ari chuckles darkly. 

Parson presses the gun to your forehead, again. 

“I won’t hesitate.” He warns. 

“Nor will I.” Ari declares, “Close your eyes for me, Metuka.”

You look up at him, he finally meets your gaze. You close your eyes. 

You hear the click, there is the echo of a shot fired followed by a clattering. You cover your ears. The gun no longer pressed to your forehead. 

“Metuka.” 

Warmth wraps around you, the scent of musk and jasmine surrounds you. Ari. You’re pressed to his chest. You want to cry, bury yourself in him. 

You’re about to give in, take the comfort that belongs to you. Then you pause, you tense up. 

Pushing at him, no, no, he wasn’t yours, he promised and everything Ari just admitted to, he doesn’t, he never said it and you know why, now. 

“I’m sorry, I had to lie. Metuka, I’m so sorry, I should have been there with you. I sent you off alone like a fool.” He stumbles over his words, 

“I promised you and I broke it, I couldn’t protect you, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry about whatever I said, I had to make him question his plan. I’m so sorry. Please talk to me, Matuka.” He pleads, large hands running up and down your shaking form. 

You stay quiet, cheek pressed to the exposed flesh of his chest. His habit of having the top two buttons of his shirts unbuttoned was something you always found yourself drawn towards. Findinding your cheek pressed against it, hearing his breath and heart beating. 

“You said it all so easily.” You whisper. 

“I had to lie.” Ari explains, his hand cupping your face, trying to get you to look at him. 

The wet tears gracing his skin breaking everything within him. 

“Bear?” Your voice is low, sleep ridden. 

He looks up from his files to you. You’re standing in the doorway of his office. 

“Metuka? Why are you awake, is everything alright?” Pushing the chair back he stands, motioning for you to come closer. 

“Bad dream…” you say, making your way to his open arms. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Ari wraps his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head. 

You shake your head, wanting to dismiss the dream. It still gnaws at you. 

“You won’t, you won’t lie to me right?” You whisper the question. 

Ari’s brows furrow, “I’d never—,”

“About the way you feel, you won’t lie right? Saying that you have feelings for me when you actually don’t? If, if you just want sex then we can, you don’t have to lie to wait—,” 

“Metuka.” The pain in that one word makes you pause. 

Ari steps back, hands not leaving your face. 

“I want everything with you okay? I don’t care how long I need to wait. I want you to be comfortable. I know I don’t express myself enough but please know I will never lie to coerce you into bed.” His blue eyes gaze into your own. Slowly you move closer to him again. 

Closing the distance between the two of you. Ari’s hands move to your hips, aiding you in reaching up to him. He bends down, meeting your lips in a soft kiss. A promise. 

When your lips part, as you breathe in you contemplate telling him. 

“You can tell me what is on your mind.” His thumb strokes your cheek. 

“Previous, previous partners have said sweet words and declarations of emotions… just to get into bed and then they leave.” You tell him. 

“Give me the names.” He says so casually. 

“Ari you aren’t going all Mafia Boss on them.” You warn him. 

“They disrespected you, Metuka, they hurt you. Those who hurt you should not get a second chance at life.” He declares. 

There is a pause, “Was your dream about me hurting you?” He hesitates in wanting to know, a fear so deeply ingrained. 

You nod. 

“I wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt you, please know that. I may have to lie or keep some truths half hidden, to protect you from the world I am a part of, I don’t want that tainting you.” Ari admits his worries, your arms wrap around him. 

He seeks refuge in your warmth. 

“I cannot have people use you or hurt you just to get back at me, for things I’ve done.” He continues, “I don’t want you to be caught in the crossfire and I will make sure of it that you don’t ever get hurt.” 

“I’m so sorry.” He says again, you grab at his coat lapels, “I’m going to find who leaked our location—,”

“Ari, it hurts.” You finally register the wound on your forearm, looking at it you frown. 

Then you look down at Ari’s sleeve, his jacket half off, the sleeve of his shirt torn to make a makeshift bandage for your wound. You stare up at him. 

“Metuka, we’ll talk about everything at home. Can you stand?” He watches over you, the protectiveness within him brimming over. 

You wince moving your leg forward. 

“Alright, I’m carrying you.” Ari decides, shifting to your side and in a blink you’re in his arms. 

“Boss.” Lloyd interrupts his step towards the door. 

“Close your eyes.” He whispers softly to you, you bury your head against his chest. Closing your eyes. Breathing in his scent. 

You feel Ari turn, “Keep him alive. I want answers, then I’ll take care of it. Metuka isn’t to be messed with, ever.” There is a dark edge to his voice, a judgement veiled between words. 

Lloyd hums, “Alright, can I be creative with the keeping alive process?”

You don’t hear Ari’s reply, just feel him beginning to move again. 

The distant yell has you know what his reply was to Lloyd. 

Ari doesn’t take you to your apartment, you’re driven up to his estate. The first time you had seen his home post the lunch he took you to for your first date you joked if he was a mafia drug lord. 

You giggle remembering his expression. Ari smiles when he hears the melodic sound. Nerves easing. 

“What’s making you laugh?” He smiles as you meet his gaze with a smile. The dim lighting of the car did not dull the soft shine in his loving gaze. 

“Just your face, when I asked if you’re a mafia drug lord when you brought me here for the first time.” You laugh again, he squeezes your side playfully. 

“I was so scared you’d go running to the hills when I told you.” He admits. His free hand softly traces your left hand. Never over the scars just bordering around them. 

“I wouldn’t, I mean, shady things yeah, but you aren’t in the whole drug thing so…” you trail off, the house comes into view. 

“Come, I’ve got a medic on call.” Ari holds you protectively yet again. 

“I think I can walk—,” you keep quiet at the look he gives you. 

The medic is a sweet woman, she tends to your wounds, the cut isn’t deep for stitches, just a dressing. Her eyes linger on your scarred forearm, she doesn’t broach. You’re thankful for that. 

The other scarpes littered over your form are checked and cleaned. 

Ari enters the room, holding your favourite blue shirt of his and a pair of leggings you left here. He places them then moves to stand outside the room, waiting for you to change. 

“I want to tell you about, about the scars.” You tell him, his face ashen as he turns. 

“I, I’m sorry I didn’t pay more attention.” He doesn’t know what he should say, you shake your head. 

“I hid them, I, I’m about three months clean now. I wanted them healed before you saw, didn’t want you to think I’m broken.” You quietly admit the last part. 

“Metuka, I could never.” Ari gently grasps your hands, “You aren’t broken, this, this is hard, I just want to support you. The way you need. I don’t want you doing this to yourself ever again, but I know it’s easier said than done. I’m proud of you for being clean for three months. So immensely proud.” He peppers kisses all over your face, his beard tickling you laugh. 

“You never have to hide any part of you from me.” Ari grasps your chin gently, tilting your head back, “I love you. Every part, even the ones you may keep hidden away from me.” 

You stare up at him, the little flecks in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. Your chest tightens. 

“Ari.” You remember to breathe. 

“I love you.” He affirms again.

“Ari.” His name breaks as your voice does, “Ari, I love you too.” 

“Metuka.” His own voice grows heavy with emotion, “No one is in my heart but you, no one holds my heart but you.” 

Your hands move from his chest, up his neck, one cups his face the other runs through his hair. He sighs, basking in the warmth of your touch. 

You reach up, gently tugging him downward. Ari complies with your wish. 

Your lips meet, his hand moves over your back, towards your neck. His lips slightly chapped, bitten in worry, the lingering hint of smoke and the drink he probably took. His tongue moves over your bottom lip, parting your lips. 

Your groan has him push himself closer to you. Your legs around his waist, Ari nips at your bottom lip coaxing another whimper from you. Your fingers tug upon his hair, a deep growl rumbles within his chest. 

You can feel his hardening length against your core, you gasp when his hips move against you. 

“A-ari,” his lips move along your jaw, nipping and humming at the taste of your skin. 

Your clit pulses as he sucks upon the spot beneath your ear. 

“I feel so content.” He hums, tugging on your earlobe, “Having you back in my arms.” His beard brushes over the spot he just etched his mark onto. 

You keen as his bulge twists the fabric of your panties over your clit. Pleasure sparks across your spine. 

“Mine, just as I am yours.” Ari says, biting down on your collar bone. His large form encases you. His lips on every inch of your exposed skin, the little gown coming off, your nipples harden brushing against the fabric of his shirt. 

“Fuck,” you tug on the shirt, he shifts back letting you undo the buttons, his own large hands moving over your sides, eyes darkening. 

“You sure you want this, Metuka?” Ari hisses when your nails scrape over his chest, your lips tracing over his sternum, making way to his nipple tugging on it, his grip tightens on your thighs. 

“I want you, Ari. How much ever you’re willing to give me.” Your lips trace over his neck, to his jaw, then his lips. Hands moving to his pants, he aids you in undoing them. 

His length twitches in your palm, you moan softly feeling the familiar vein on the underside as you trace his length. Ari groans as your thumb circles over his tip collecting the precum and bringing it to your lips. 

Fingers hooking around the band, you raise your hips, Ari gets rid of your panties, discarding them to the side, you shiver as the cool air greets your wet folds. 

Warm fingers have you arch, grinding against them. 

He brings his soaked fingers toward his mouth. You moan when his eyes close as he hums at your taste appreciatively. 

“Ari, please.” You plead, he chuckles. 

“Impatient little sweet girl.” He teases, parting your thighs further, hooking them around his waist, his tip moves against your folds, you want to sigh at the relief of being so close to feeling him. 

It turns into a moan melding with his own groan as your walls take his girth in, chest rising and falling, Ari sinks into you inch by delicious inch. The burning stretch dulling into pleasure as his thumb draws circles onto your clit. 

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” you choke on your words, his his flush against yours, your walls pulse around him. His lust blown eyes on your pussy. 

“She takes me so well, fuck baby, look at you.” He gazes into your eyes, slowly pulling out halfway then sinking into you again. And again. 

Your jaw slack, he shifts slightly, tip brushing over the spot that has you shuddering in his hold. Ari pushes you down, the angle making him go deeper, your back arched. The sound of skin slapping as his pace becomes relentless. 

“Squeezing me so good, don’t want to let your cock go do you, Metuka?” His mouth latches to your taut nipple, your hand grabs at his hair tugging harshly lips only know to say his name—oh god, oh god, oh god. 

You feel the pleasure build slowly then all at once he has you dancing along the edge. Your legs wrap around him tighter, not letting him go too far. His large hands squeeze at your hips, mouth latching onto the other nipple. His happy trail, rubs against your clit, sending you over. 

You cum with a cry of his name, the wet sloshing sounds only increase as you gush around him. His pace doesn’t relent, pushing you further down, he hovers above you. Your leg now over his shoulder. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, stroking over the sweat sheened skin.  

“So pretty this way, one more baby, one more before I fill you up. One more,” he coaxes, you feel him move impossibly deeper. Tip hitting your cervix stars cloud your vision. 

Can’t, I can’t, you think, “Ari,”

“You can and you will.” He growls, pinching your clit you shudder yet again, the pleasure begins to climb, taking over you nerve by nerve. 

“Look at you, so pretty, taking all of me so well, I belong to you my sweetness, all of me, yours, yours to love, yours to hold, yours to claim, yours to fuck.” Ari swears as he feels your walls spasm, your nails dig into his forearms you shudder in his grasp as your orgasm triggers his own. 

Ari moans your name, spilling into you, claiming your walls with his seed. He continues to thrust allowing you both to ride out your orgasms, he watches the mix of the two of you coat a ring at the base of his length. 

“I’m not done with you, Metuka.” He says, softly kissing your forehead. 

You look at him through glassy eyes, aftershocks lingering through you. 

He slowly pulls out, you whimper, then moan when his lips move along your inner thighs, blowing softly over your clit. 

“Ari—,” Your whine cut off when his mouth latches to your cunt. The way his eyes glaze and roll back at your taste, the moan that presses against your folds and clit. You cry out for more of him. 

“I told you I’m not done. Have to have a taste of my pretty pussy.” Is all he says, beard gleaming with your arousal, before his lips latch around your clit again. 

-x-

[buffyromanoff]

''Let it out''

Inspired by the Taylor Swift lyric ''you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding'' submitted by anon and @wifeofnatasharomanoff.

Summary: After being gone on a months-long mission, Natasha needs your support...but she doesn't realize it till its too late.

Warnings: Ptsd related panic attack.

Genre: Slight angst, fluffy comfort

Word count: 1.3k

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‘‘Y/n, may I speak with you privately?’’ Nick Fury asked as you were about to leave after a meeting.

‘‘Uh, yes, of course, boss. What is it?’’ you replied.

‘Why don't you have a seat, Agent?’ Fury gestured towards a chair.

The look on his face gave it away. It was about Natasha.

‘Is she okay?’ Your voice trembled as you fought back your tears that were ready to come out.

‘Physically, she is fine, but... she's going to need you.’ Nick slid a leave document across the table. ‘I just need you to sign this, and then you're free to go home.’

‘Where is she? What the hell happened?!’ You demanded answers. Fury was always so secretive.

‘We'll be bringing her home to you as soon as you get there.’

And so you did. Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, you drove home and waited for them to bring your girlfriend back to you.

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The past few days had been bittersweet. You were thrilled to have Nat back home with you after her months-long mission with the rest of the team, but it weighed on you to see her suffering.

Natasha was a private person when it came to her trauma. It wasn't because she didn't trust you, but rather she didn't want to burden you with her struggles. Since her return, she had managed to hide it well. After that conversation with Fury, you expected her to be shattered and completely broken…except she wasn't, at least not for the first few days.

You could say Nat was an amazing actress, but you noticed her mask was starting to fade away.

‘Wow, that smells good,’ Nat said as she entered the kitchen.

‘It does, doesn't it? I hope it tastes as good as it smells, though,’ you giggled.

‘I'm sure it will, malyshka.’ She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and sat on the counter with her book.

"We have perfectly good sofas and chairs in case you didn't know’’ you teased with sarcasm.

‘Meh, I prefer to sit here.’ Her cat, Liho, jumped on the counter with her. ‘Up here, I have a pretty good view of the sexy chef.’ She whispered teasingly, causing you to blush.

Liho started jumping around the kitchen counters, making a mess.

‘Nat, please control your cat before he jumps on the stove and burns his whiskers off.’

‘Hey, come here, little one,’ she called, but it was useless. Liho was in a playful mood and he was not taking orders from anyone.

The cat ran behind a pile of pots and pans, causing them to slide off the counter and crash onto the floor, creating a loud noise that made your heart skip a beat.

‘Jesus Christ, that scared me so bad, Liho, you little...’ You turned around, laughing, only to find your girlfriend standing in the corner, hyperventilating.

‘Nat?’ You reached out your arm, but she pushed you away.

‘Baby, it's me. It's okay, you're safe.’ Your voice shifted into a comforting tone, allowing her to keep her distance. She wasn't looking at you.

‘Try to take a deeeeep breath, baby.’

Natasha struggled to breathe, her hand clutching her chest. You took a deep breath yourself, hoping she would follow along. ‘And then you let it out slowly.’

Your girlfriend raised her eyes to you and tried to do as you said.

‘‘There you go, that's good, honey. Keep going.’’ Natasha's eyes were watering, but her breathing was starting to return to normal.

‘’Can I come closer?’’ You asked, and she nodded.

As soon as you got close, she grabbed your arm tightly.

‘I'm here, Natty. You're okay. You're having a panic attack.’ 

She couldn't speak yet, but you could see the relief in her eyes that you were there with her.

You held her close, gently rubbing circles on her back, feeling her body tremble less and less. ‘Do you recognize my perfume? It's the one you got me. I wear it every day.’

It was working. Making her focus on her senses was grounding her back to normal.

And then something happened: Natasha started sobbing in front of you for the first time.

Your heart sank as you held her even closer. She was falling apart, and you were the only thing she could rely on.

‘Don’t hold back, honey. Let it out.’ And she did until she ran out of tears.

Showers were her safe place. She always took her time with them, as the warm water usually helped her muscles relax after a battle. It was a calming and soothing experience for her.

You helped Nat undress, and what you saw broke your heart. Her body was covered in dark bruises and scratches. You had no idea how this woman was able to move around like nothing had happened while hiding both the physical and psychological pain. But that's Natasha, strong inside and out.

You sat on the toilet seat while she showered, until you heard the water turn off and she opened the shower curtain.

You wrapped her in a towel and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.

‘Thank you, Y/n,’ she mumbled, giving you a sad smile.

Back in the bedroom, Natasha was feeling better. She sipped tea from her favorite mug, wearing your pink Hello Kitty pajama pants. She looked adorable. You sat on the bed next to her, playing with her hair and stealing little kisses whenever you could.

Suddenly, her stomach growled and you both looked at each other. She laughed.

‘Hungry, baby?’ You teased.

‘I wonder what gave it away…’’. Her sarcastic response made you sigh in relief. She was definitely feeling better.

You both ate the reheated dinner, and since it had gotten quite late for a movie, you went straight to bed.

Her head rested on your chest and you held her as close as possible.

‘Sorry about all this, malyshka,’ she said. ‘You shouldn't be dealing with this.’

‘Nat-’

‘I mean it,’ she interrupted. ‘I wish I wasn't so broken.’

‘You're not broken, Nat. You're just going through a rough patch’’ you replied.

‘Seems like my life has just been a long, messed-up road, then’’ She mumbled while snuggling closer to your chest.

‘Have you heard of kintsugi?’’. Your question caught her by surprise, and she responded with a vague ‘hmm?’.

‘It's a Japanese art form in which they repair broken pottery by filling the cracks with gold lacquer. They don't hide the cracks; they display them openly, creating something new and beautiful. It teaches us to embrace flaws and find beauty in the process of healing, you know?’

Natasha started giggling.

‘What's so funny?’ You asked, confused.

‘Nothing, I just didn't know I was dating such a poetic soul,’ she teased.

‘Oh, fuck off,’ you laughed and she stole a kiss from you.

‘You're magical, Y/n. Did you know that? I don't know what I would do without you,’ Nat said.

‘Guess you'll never find out because you're never going to get rid of me.’

‘Lucky me,’ Natasha said, wrapping her leg over your body.

‘But seriously, you don't have to hide your feelings from me. I love you with all my heart, Nat. I'm always going to be here for you, no matter how bad things get’’. You reassured her.

‘Thank you, my darling. I love you too.’

‘To the moon?’ You asked, raising your eyebrow.

And smiling, Nat replied. ‘‘And to Saturn,’

[willbyerssupremacist]

mike is so folklore james coded, like yes he WOULD be dancing in his levi's drunk under a street light. young and doesn't know anything but knows he misses someone (will)?? yup! leaving like a father, RUNNING LIKE WATER??? YUP.

and don't get me STARTED on will as betty. "you drew stars around my scars but now i'm bleeding" please. "and i knew youd come back to me" BECAUSE MIKE ALWAYS RUNS BACK TO HIM BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS???

and eI as augustine, "so much for SUMMER LOVE and saying us cause you weren't mine to lose??? BECAUSE WILL WAS THERE FIRST?? YUP. YUP. folklore love triangle roles solved, nobody argue with me.

[happilyfangirling]

in my dream last night I had a Taylor Swift merch box arrive at my house (number one clue that I am in fact dreaming, like I could afford merch), and inside was some merch that does not, in fact, exist but some of it was absolutely brilliant.

INCLUDING a pack of band aids that just had stars drawn on them (yes, taylor's hand drawn stars from THAT post) with no other explanation but everyone knew. you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding. perfect. 10/10 merch idea subconscious.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

you are the first person I thought of who could answer this question for me, if you feel so inclined. I saw this post i kinda scrolled past but have been thinking about where the op jokingly yet very intentionally mentioned Taylor Swift writing a song about wolfstar? I'm only realizing now as I type this that op totally used that sentence loosely to describe a song of hers that they thought fit r+s but now I'm wondering if you have songs YOU associate with them?

oh hello anon, yes i love this thank you for asking.

cardigan, because...yeah. you drew stars around my scars and now I'm bleeding

untouchable; untouchable burning brighter than the sun//and when you're close i feel like coming undone;

forever winter; id say i love you even at your darkest

also bestie @femme--de--lettres and i have had multiple conversations about the entirety of reputation relating to wolfstar but that's a fic collection for another day <3

[writingintheafterglow]

Riordanverse characters as lyrics from folklore by Taylor Swift

Percy: “all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret” - peace

Annabeth: “you knew the hero died, so what’s the movie for?” - hoax

piper: “and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, i have a lot of regrets about that” - this is me trying

Jason: “hell was the journey but it brought me heaven” - invisible string

Leo: “I'm not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now?” - exile

Frank: “I'm still a believer but i don’t know why, I've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try” - mirrorball

Hazel: “and i can go anywhere i want, anywhere i want, just not home” - my tears ricochet

Nico: “you drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding” - cardigan

Reyna: “I’m doing good I’m on some new shit, been saying ‘yes’ instead of ‘no’” - the 1

will: “‘doc i think she’s crashing out’, and some things you just can’t speak about” - epiphany

[fkevin073]

yes!! alys is james, no doubts!

jace is august because they grew up together loving and protecting each other, after that she and aemond parted ways. and i suppose he knows that alysanne will always love aemond, but he is still there for her and wants to be her first choice (“i remember thinkin’ i had you. cause you weren’t mine to lose.” = august )

and aemond is betty of course, he and alys will always love each other despite getting hurt, they always try to get back to what they have, but then alys obviously chooses her family and jace over him, and i think aemond will feel hurt cause she already chose jace over him once, so he knows that something happens between them, and he's afraid of losing her, but he'll always love her anyway. ( “you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleeding. i knew i’d curse you for the longest time.” = betty / cardigan )

sorry for so much analysis!! but i love the folklore love triangle and relating it to everything lol ❤️

ahh omg I love this!

And I think you've hit the nail right on the head with what Jace wants from Alysanne, even though he's never said it to anyone. He knows what she lost that night on Driftmark, but one of his greatest fears is that she regrets it and wishes she had done nothing. His feelings will be explored a lot more in the upcoming chapters.

And yeah, Aemond and Alysanne are definitely not the healthiest, but I think what stands out about them is that they're trying. They were forced apart because of their families bad blood, and they're always trying to find each other and build that peace that was so close within their grasp. They haunt each other. All they want is to keep working on their relationship, and circumstances keep forcing them apart time and time again.

thanks for the ask!

[its-tea-time-darling]

listening to august on repeat and thominho august au

what are your thoughts on this, queen tea?

(also since ur sleeping when i send this i hope u have a nice day tomorrow!!)

my beloved nix, your honor, i've got more thoughts on this than you might like.

interestingly enough neither of my folklore triad hcs contain thomas, which is real weird for me but it's how it is.

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i've got nalby as the cardigan-betty relationship and august as minho's pov.

cardigan - newt's pov

august - minho's pov

betty - alby's pov

i think it's just that cardigan, esp. the line "you drew stars, around my scars, but now i'm bleeding" is so quintessentially nalby to me. works real well for their canon relationship and its ending ( :''''''''''') ), but also for AUs honestly. bc nalby to me is some sort of sweet connection (not as in sweet, a little pretty but meaningless, but sweet as in genuinely good. maybe they're each other's first loves, or their each other's first loves where it is good, and real and honest.

but the pain has got to be there, so honestly i find the folklore triad works for them. minho is august bc i believe minho would be the type to take what he can get, with no regards for his own feelings and who'd realize much too late just how bad he hurt himself. :')

and alby would get away from newt / start up a thing with minho bc he's got this idea that he isn't good enough for newt. and minho kinda is the easy way out there, and it's easier for alby to be with him bc he doesn't really love him. :''''''''''''') . pain. my good friend.

imagine "your back, beneath the sun, wishing i could write my name on it" and it's minho singing it about alby. YES.

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and then the other hc i have is brenderesa as the cardigan-betty relationship and minho, again, as augustine :'''''''''''') look minho just FITS augustine, okay. for the reasons elaborated on above.

cardigan - teresa

betty - brenda

august - minho

where "james get in, let's drive" becomes "bren get in let's drive". :')

and it's not that brenda doesn't like minho, she does, but she's not in love with him the way she's in love with teresa. and brenderesa worked well for a while, but when brenda saw teresa dance with gally at that dance in the gym, she felt her world come crashing down around her, and realized two things, 1) the way she's in love with teresa she can get hurt so, so badly, so she should get away, 2) both her and teresa would be better off with men bc homophobia and difficulties etc

this of course is a tragic train of thought but a realistic one imo and it'd be so much fun to explore this. especially bc this triad can end "happily". (not for minho. but he'll get better.))

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so this (i mean either or both of these) could be really fun to write bc songfics are easy and neat, reaching a symmetry-happy conclusion satisfactorily and prettily. i don't know if i'll ever do one of these, but i've sure thought about them. rn i'm trying to focus on thominho week anyway, then i've got those other ot3 fics, and honestly vikings and athelstan x ragnar have been front and center on my mind, so i might just never do these.

lol. you got more than you bargained for here bb, i'm sorry alksdjflksad.

feel free to share your august thominho headcanons though!! would it have a happy ending in your mind?

[lancesweetsun]

First, I want to say how in love I am with your theme. That header gif?? 🥺🥺❣

Anyway, I don't know why am I only seeing this now, but I noticed that it's your blog anniversary? Jo this is so special!!!!!!

Of course I don't need to tell you how much you and your blog mean to me (but I'm going to anyway 👀). So this might be long.

You're one of the first people I met here (I hope you don't remember how my blog looked at the beginning). I don't know if you remember this, but you're the one who encouraged me (gave me the push) to share my first piece of writing ever. You were taking requests for ts lyrics, and I talked to you, then you convinced me to give it a try, and that's when I wrote my first fanfuc ever, based on "you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding". I would've never written anything like that if it wasn't for you! (How crazy is that? And amazing!!!!!!). It may not have been great, but it definitely helped me to improve my writing! That's when I realized how much emotion I can put in a story! So I owe you a huge thank you!!!! (Also the fact that I remember every single detail? Never mind).

Not to mention, what a great friend you've been and still are. You can't possibly imagine how much you helped me. Every ask you sent, every time we talked, every post I've read, it's been wonderful, and yes, I am grateful for it! The way you actually took the time to comment on my writing, telling me what you most liked about it. The way you'd send me asks or checking on me, especially if I mentioned not feeling my best, or when I just need words of encouragement to make me feel valid, or making me believe the things that my mind would sometimes refuse to (but we don't talk about that).

You're the most talented writer I know. Every single time I read your words, I am mesmerized. How could a person, a human create something so wonderful, so captivating? You are truly an inspiration, especially for me. I love you and your amazing witchy garden. I am so happy you thought of starting a blog on here. Love you 🤍🤍🤍🤍☕🖤🪄🪄

First, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU?????????? I have no idea how to respond to this properly, you are sooooooooooooooooo, I'd need to invent new words for you, the ones I can use feel too of this world right now. I ALSO REMEMBER EVERY SINGLE DETAIL, HOW COULD I NOT????? You sent me lyrics from Innocent and our most beloved New Year's Day and I remember that fic!!!!!! Sirius 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 + YOU WRITING MY STORY IN YOUR NOTEBOOK 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 LOVE YOU LOVE YOU LOVE YOU❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤