#cara mia ❤️

[askdrhanniballecter]

@ilmostrolamb I love you so much. You fill my life with joy, and I am immeasurably grateful for you. ❤️

[nottsangel]

Heyy, can you write theo and pregnant reader, something really fluffy, if you don't want to, it's absolutely fine! ❤️

from the moment the pregnancy test turned out positive, you knew theo was going to be an amazing father. he has always been so protective, sweet and caring when it comes to you, and now even more than ever with your baby growing inside of you. and as much as you can’t wait for the baby to finally be there, you also cherish the moments that you’re pregnant— especially moments like these, where you’re curled up in theo’s arms, and the world outside you fades away.

“you’re going to be an amazing mother, cara mia.” theo whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your head. “the best.” he gently rubs his hand over your belly, eager to feel any sign of the baby moving or kicking, before lowering his head towards your stomach and pulling your shirt up slightly.

“ti amo.” he softly whispers to your belly before leaving kisses all over it, making your heart swell as tears began forming in your eyes, feeling like the luckiest woman alive. his hand finds yours as he squeezes it and his other hand rests on your belly, feeling warm on your skin. “can’t wait for you to meet your mom and dad. i promise, we’ll take good care of you.”

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[deadlynavigation]

I think this is the place for requests? But honey, please I beg I think this is the place for requests? If so, can you to do a male! Wednesday Addams x reader where either (1) he’s super ultra clingy with the reader all day or (2) the reader meets his friends for the first time and he ends up being quite possessive even though MOST, not all, his friends know not to do anything? Thhhaaaannnkkkk yyyoooouuuu ❤️

Clingy

Warnings: mentions of not eating, like one swear, insinuations to smut (all very minor)

Author’s note: This was such a fun request! I went with the first one bc i honestly don’t know who Wednesday would befriend. Hope you enjoy 😊

It’s a silent Saturday morning in winter. No birds chirp outside, no sunlight glares at you through your windows, no visitors brave the cold in order to come visit you and Wednesday. It’s perfect.

You’re snuggled up in your warmest blankets, nabbed from the dusty linen closet. Wednesday chose a more unconventional way of warming up, which is to hold on to you as if you’re going to suddenly disappear. And though you appreciate the sentiment, you need to get up–you’ve been laying here for half an hour, waiting for your partner to rouse and remove himself from you. So far, he’s stayed fast asleep.

Soon, it’s been an hour, and you’re getting quite restless.

“Wednesday, babe.” you whisper-shout, wiggling around in his grip. No response.

“Wednesday,” You repeat in a louder voice, shaking him a little as you try to escape. This does the trick, and he slowly gets up before settling back down and holding you tighter than he was before.

You’re now even more trapped–that wasn’t part of the plan. “No, honey, I need to get up. I wanted to get to the shops today, remember?”

Wednesday looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls you impossibly closer to him. “Cara mia,” he says with a kiss to your lips. You start to melt into it, your body seeking the comfort this man provides, before you remember your mission. You pull back, breaking the spell.

“Wednesday, I’m serious. I actually want to do things today.”

He sighs and reluctantly lets go of you. “If you must.” You smile, pressing a quick kiss to his lips that he tries to prolong. You scurry away before he can and jump out of bed, eager to make up for the time lost. There’s a long list of shit to get done today, and it’s going to hang over your head until it’s complete. Wednesday is well aware of this, but that doesn’t mean he encourages it–so he makes it as difficult as possible for you to fall into that pattern.

Wednesday quietly observes you from the bed as you go through the motions, only dragging himself out of his comfy nest when you open the closet. You’ve shedded your pajamas already, on the hunt for some clothes suitable for running errands.

He wraps his arms around your waist, watching your face as you consider your options. Of course, he thinks you’d look fabulous in anything (including nothing), but he’s been told that’s not a very helpful opinion. So Wednesday leaves you to your decisions while he burrows into your neck, landing the occasional peck on your skin. His breath tickles your neck, and you can feel his words as he mumbles about it being much too early for you to be up.

Soon enough, you turn to him with a warning in your eyes. Wednesday can be very distracting, and you can’t let yourself fall into his arms just yet. Instead, you walk further into the closet and grab some trousers along with a top you were eyeing, throwing them on and covering Wednesday’s favorite view.

“Must you go, my love? There is so much to do here.” He whines. You pay no mind to him, strutting out the door and down the steep staircase.

Wednesday chases after you. “Will you at least eat first?”

You turn to him, and as desperate as you are to stay put and give Wednesday all of yourself, you hold strong. You walk back to where he stands at the start of the stairs, wrapping your arms around his neck and touching your nose to his in a lighthearted gesture. “My love, I promise, as soon as I get home we’ll eat or cuddle or do any other plans you had.” You seal your promise with a kiss.

Wednesday groans as you pull away, chasing after your mouth before settling. “But right now?”

“But right now, I have to get to town.” And with that, you nab the car keys from one of the many tables in the mansion’s foyer and briskly walk out the door.

It feels like it’s been days to Wednesday when you finally return, the door slamming shut behind you as you try to balance bags on your hips. Almost like a cat, Wednesday strolls up to you, stealing both bags before setting them down and pulling you to him by your shirt’s collar.

“Missed me?” You giggle, and those are the only words you’re able to get out before Wednesday collides his mouth onto yours. You move with him as he backs you into the wall, gasping when your back hits it. He forces his tongue into your mouth as you gasp, literally stealing your breath. The tension builds as you explore each other’s mouths, breaking away for air and diving right back in multiple times. You stand there for long minutes, raking your hands through his hair as his hands explore your entire body, from your hips to your neck to your thighs.

When he does pull away, you’re greeted with a beautiful sight. Your partner, standing above you with red cheeks, messy hair, and teary eyes.

“Oh, baby, I wasn’t gone for that long,” you whisper, brushing his tears away.

“You were gone for hours. I just wanted to sleep in with you.” Wednesday whispers back, cuddling into your hands as they cup his cheeks.

You’re overcome with guilt–you should’ve known better than to leave Wednesday when he was in a mood like this. He would never have done the same to you. “I’m so sorry, baby. Would it be ok if we cuddled now? And I swear we can sleep in tomorrow. No getting up or anything.”

“Ok,” he sniffles, and you guide him upstairs to do just that. The trip is slow, Wednesday grasping your hand or side-hugging you every so often. When you do make it into the bedroom, it’s a straight trip down onto the bed and under the covers before you’re once again wrapped in his embrace.

“Better?” You ask, snuggling into his warmth.

“Much,” he responds. He’s not lying–all day, it’s been a fight to stay awake and keep the tears at bay because of your absence. When you returned, it was like a breath of fresh air, and now that you’re in his arms, it’s only gotten better.

“I got you something from the stores today,” you murmur. His eyes flit open, heavily lidded from sleepiness.

“You didn’t need to.” Wednesday says. “Your presence is more than enough of a gift.”

You blush and cover his mouth with your hand. Right now is not the time to swoon.

“It’s an early birthday gift, and because I’m sorry I left you all day today.” He shakes his head as if in disagreement, that your absence didn't actually affect him that much. But you keep going.

“I saw a typewriter in that antique store on main street, and the woman said it was in almost-perfect condition. I had heard you complaining to your parents about the one we have in the study right now, so I figured, why not?” His eyes widen as you go on, and you worry you’ve done something wrong. But when he pulls your hand away and kisses you with a new fervor, you relax.

“Thank you, cara mia. Oh, I’ve needed a new one for months now.” Wednesday rotates between giving praise and kissing you all over, not stopping until you’re both laughing softly.

You notice his movements slowing as sleep tries to take over, so you decide to leave him with one last remark before you both fall asleep.

“I also may have visited that shop next to it, the one with those…designs…that you liked.” Designs, as in lingerie that looked as if it was made from mere scraps of fabric.

Wednesday’s eyes shoot wide open, sleep long forgotten.

[grimreaperschild]

guitar practice 2

summary: jealous wednesday starts to realise her mistakes but is it too late?

warnings: angst

a/n: i had fun writing this one, any suggestions welcome, hope you enjoy ❤️

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It’s late by the time wednesday returns to her dorm, mud caked in her platform shoes. she pushes the door open gently, not trying to wake her roommate she takes off her shoes and pads over to her desk, flicking the light on intending to get ready for bed and sleep the harrowing day of investigating away and that’s when her eyes land on your sleeping form curled into enid, wednesday pauses stuck in place at the sight, her insides churn and it feels as if someone’s plunged a dagger into her, not as pleasant as she originally thought but that will be addressed later.

you wake with a start at the covers being torn away from you “y/n.. enid.” shes seething, you can see it her breath is coming out in short ragged gasps her shoulders hunched “baby” you try reaching out, she smacks your hand away “you run off because i’d rather stop people being killed than spend all my time with you, you run off to cuddle up to my roomate?” she’s shaking now hands curling into fists “get out” you stand making for your clothes “not you y/n, no never you” you look at enid for the first time her eyes are wide “yeah, yeah i’ll go stay with yoko tonight” her leaving the room can only be described as tucking her tail and running.

the second the door shuts lips are on yours wednesdays small hands grabbing at the fabric of your enid’s sweatshirt she pushes you up the wall biting your bottom lip, hard. you taste blood your heads reeling as you wrap your arms around her neck all arguments forgotten, you grab at her jacket- wait her jacket? you push her away confirming your suspicions, galpin. you take in her appearance, lips swollen rage still evident in her eyes and in his jacket, you sigh

“nes we gott” she interrupts you “you’re mine, cara mia, mine.” you lean back on the wall hands coming up to cover your face “but are you mine?” the question takes wednesday by surprise, she hesitates, you scoff. “yeah that’s what i thought” you push away from the wall, pacing “you know it’s never been that you’ve been investigating, do you know how many times i’ve asked you to bring me with you? how many times i’ve sat staring at your suspect list while you were out with him” your voice is laced with venom, you know you’ll regret this later but you can’t help the way your anger is bubbling itching at your skin “IVE TRIED WEDNESDAY ALL I EVER DO IS TRY” a sob escapes you and it’s only now you realise that you’re crying.

she’s silent, of course always silent, watching “you would slow me down” you scoff for what feels like the millionth time “what and a normie wouldn’t?” she frowns at your statement, hope flickers through you as understanding crosses her face “he’s not a normie” oh. your heart falls to the pit of your stomach, she’s still thinking about him. “we need some time apart wednesday” her eyes snap to yours “y/n you don’t understand, i just need time i know what i need to do now, tyler asked me to the raven i’ll go with him and” “yeah. this is over, wednesday good luck with tyler” tears are streaming down your face as you leave the walk to your dorm is quick collapsing into bed and into a dreamless sleep.

2 weeks later you’re sat in biology class, next to enid pinkys interlocked on the table this is the first class you’ve managed to get too since that night, wednesdays tried to speak to you 3 times but you’ve not given her the time of day. you watch the clock counting down the seconds till lunch half an hour left.

your eyes drift to the gothic girl subconsciously a spark of energy shooting through you when her eyes are already on you, well on your and enid’s hands, you turn your attention back to the teacher droning on about the vampires immune system, you smirk as yoko raises her hand knowing exactly what’s about to happen “miss i don’t think that’s quite right” the teacher narrows her eyes being used to this type of interruption “why raise your hand if your still going to shout out anyway” you giggle, leaning into to enid’s side to whisper “isn’t yoko like a billion years older than her” enid snorts choking on her water “y/n she’s not THAT old” hand coming up to mask her own giggling “i love yoko but i don’t know, i mean she looks like she could turn to dust” enid let’s out a laugh as yokos head snaps towards you with such speed you half expect it to come flying off her shoulders, she points a slender finger at you “rude” you raise your hands in mock surrender “sorry grandma” enid let’s out a cackle at your words tears brimming in her eyes.

the bell sounds

you stand pulling your blue and pink streaked friend with you “im so hungry comon hurry up” enid who is still recovering from her laughing fit stumbles into you grabbing onto your arm to steady herself, you don’t say anything when she doesn’t let go on the walk to the cafeteria, you certainly don’t say anything when she interlaces your hands in the quad the next day, and in return she doesn’t say anything when you rest your head in her lap to read her fingers lacing through your hair or when you call her at 3am because you’ve had yet another nightmare.

you both continue on, not saying anything but every action doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain dark haired girl, her eyes scanning you every chance she gets.

[mebiselfandi]

Cara mia where the hell am I even supposed to start with this???

What kinda response?!😭😭😭 I was expecting like a thank you that’s really nice not a whole freaking essay

Pls you don’t understand how not in the mood for anything I was when I woke up. But I’m so happy I saw your reblog before taking a break. This is just so wow bestie. Pls I’m gonna cry😭😭. Going straight to the Reasons To Keep Writing folder sweetie 🥹🥹🥹. I’m so happy you loved it😭😭🥹

Pls you deserve everything and more bestie🫂❤️😭

Also I’m sorry about the horny-thoughts. Me and Yi take full blame for rewiring people’s brains like that😭😭 we didn’t mean to buy im glad to see it’s working😈

But anyways. I’m so glad you liked it and thank you thank you thank you so so much for leaving such a sweet sweet comment. Keeping this close to my heart till the day I die🥹🥹🥹❤️

Title: Mine

Summary: Idek what to say. Leo loves Neymar.

Pairings: Neymar/Lionel Messi, Neymessi

Tags: not fluff, not angst. I don’t know y’all 😭😭

A/N: isn’t it funny how terrible I am at summaries? Incredibly vague. Just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The two love interests on the laptop kissed as the music swelled signaling the end of the movie. Leo turned to Neymar as the younger man let out a loud sigh.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. I just wish…” he tapered off. Seemingly having second guessed himself.

“Come on Ney, you can tell me. Promise I won’t make fun of you,” he smiled as Neymar turned to match his gaze, “much,” he added on as he rubbed one of Neymar’s legs that rested in his lap. Leo could feel his heart swell as Neymar let out a short laugh at his teasing. He loved it when Neymar laughed at whatever he had to say.

“Okay fine,” he giggled slightly, “I just wish…I just wish someone would love me,” he mumbled wistfully under his breath as he wrapped his arms tight around himself.

Leo’s hand which had still been rubbing Neymar’s leg stopped it’s movement as suddenly the atmosphere in the room shifted. It no longer held the same lighthearted feeling as before but instead had turned tense at Neymar’s unexpected wish. And before Leo could stop himself, his mouth opened of its own volition and spoke.

“But I love you.”

Neymar looked Leo in the eyes with an unrecognizable expression on his face. Leo couldn’t understand why it was suddenly so hard to breathe. He’d told Neymar he loved him many times before but why did this feel so different. So much more intimate than usual. Maybe it was the lack of the adrenaline rushing through him as he shouted the words into Neymar’s neck after a particularly good shot or assist. Whatever it was, he wished he’d kept his mouth shut. The look on Neymar’s face was a mix of pity and sadness. Why did he have to speak? Minutes of silence felt like hours before finally Neymar broke it.

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” Leo could feel his heart hammering away and he wondered for a few seconds if Neymar felt the same way. If he didn’t, he was sure the other man could feel each beat of it through his fingers.

“I mean…I don’t know,” he looked down at his hands and wrung them around before looking back up at Leo. He quickly removed his legs from Leo’s lap and Leo felt electric pins of panic and regret course through his body as he saw Neymar begin to shift away to the edge of the bed. But the boy just switched off the laptop and set it aside then sat back down right next to Leo facing him with one of his legs folded neatly under him. They were so close, he could feel Neymar’s breath fanning a trail of goosebumps against his neck, “I mean romantically Leo.” He murmured as he laid his head on Leo’s shoulder.

“I could,” he murmured back even quieter as he wrapped his arms around Neymar.

“No you couldn’t,” he sighed, “you’re my best friend Leo.”

He couldn’t understand what that had to do with anything.

“What, is my love not enough for you?” He tried to joke. But it only seemed to make matters even more tense than before.

“Leo…just- please stop,” the younger boy mumbled into his shoulder where he’d now planted his face.

“Okay. I’m sorry,” he muttered as they both sat against the headboard perfectly still. Leo dug his fingers slightly deeper into Neymar’s arm as he spoke again, “you’ll always be my best friend.”

“I know,” he said before Leo could finish his sentence. They both sat a few minutes longer in the uncomfortable silence, “I’m gonna go.”

“Please don’t,” Leo pleaded into Neymar’s ear as he pulled the boy impossibly closer into his side. Until he was half sitting on his lap.

“I have to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Why?” Neymar asked. He sounded almost pained.

“Because…because I love you,” Leo whispered apologetically.

“Stop saying that,” Neymar half-shouted as he finally disengaged himself from Leo’s hold. He set a pair of stormy eyes on Leo, “just stop,” he bit out as he jabbed a finger in Leo’s chest angrily. He couldn’t understand why Leo insisted on teasing him like this, “you know that’s not what I mean.”

“But it’s what I mean,” Leo said under his breath as he looked unsure and uncertain about his words.

“What?” Neymar asked quietly as his anger ebbed out to make room for fear. He was both scared of Leo’s answer and for it. He craved to know what he meant by that but hoped Leo would never speak again.

Leo simply grabbed both his hands, interlacing them with his and pushed him onto his back until he was lying on top of him, “you’ll always be,” Leo stopped mid sentence to press his forehead to Neymar’s and closed his eyes, “mine.” He breathed out.

Just for Neymar to hear.

For: @puddleshorts I hope you like it👉🏾👈🏾

[janis01127]

Lucifer: Cara mia!

Lilith: Mon cher!

✨🎶❤️

I LOVE THEM AND I'LL BE DENYING THAT THEY'RE DIVORCED BECAUSE I DON'T BELIEVE IT, THEY'RE MADLY IN LOVE!

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello, I read ur rule and it says you write about mental health issues so, can I request a resident lover one where mc copes in a way that uses cutting basically

Sh, and it's not like.. obvious but concerning enough, and id like to see how donna would do, or react in your perspective,thank you ❤️ also the previous Donna fix was awesome, got me feeling butterflies

(Hello! Thank you so much for your kind words. I’ve decided to do Donna and Bela like you asked in the other ask you sent. I really hope that you enjoy this and that it helps you)

Donna & Bela reacting to their S/O hurting themselves

RL! Donna x Reader & RL! Bela x Reader

(Warning: Self harm, mentions of blood, comfort)

💐Donna Beneviento💐

- When she first found out, she was utterly stunned, not once did she expect you to do this.

- A million thoughts run through her head, mainly self-deprecating thoughts blaming herself for not noticing sooner.

....

It felt like time had frozen in place as you saw Donna standing in the doorway. You saw that she had already left for work but you didn’t expect is for her to come back so soon.

“W-what, cara mia-” is all Donna could say. She walked away to get some things to clean up the blood and treat your wounds. When she got back she sat you down and began the treatment, staying silent most of the time until she spoke up.

“Tesoro, you don’t have to do this. I’m here, if you need to talk to anyone I-I’m always here for you.” Donna says nervously, afraid that she may say something wrong and make it worse.

She swiftly finishes up rubbing the disinfectant on you, taking the bandages and stares through them like she’s zoned out in thought. Donna looks at your fresh wounds and leans forward to place a small, quick kiss on one of them. This caught you off guard but you were touched by the sweet gesture, making you smile a little.

“I love you, caro, and don’t you ever forget that. If I ever lose you my whole world would be shattered.” Donna says, placing another kiss but this time on your lips. “Now let’s get you wrapped up and you can vent to me if you’d like. If not then we can have a you day and do whatever you want.”

🫀Bela Dimitrescu🫀

- She was shocked when she found out that you self harm. She even scolded you, telling you that if she ever lost you her newly beating heart, the same heart that you helped her get back, would be shattered.

- Though she stops talking and takes a deep breath once she realizes that she’s scolding you. She then takes the more comforting route.

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Bela felt as if her heart dropped down to her stomach when she saw what you were doing. She ran towards you and grabs your shoulders firmly but still gentle.

“W-what are you doing- no, why are you doing this?!” Bela frantically asks, looking into your eyes, seeing fear and guilt in them. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before pulling you into a gentle embrace.

“It’s okay darling, I’m not mad. I was never angry at you I was just scared. Let me clean your wounds.” Bela assures, pulling away to get a wet towel and some disinfectant.

When she got the supplies, she began to clean you up. Staying quiet to gather her thoughts. After she was finished she gently pulled you into the bed with her, your face in her chest.

She played with your hair to comfort you as she spoke, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice this sooner. Please don’t do this anymore, if you ever need to talk, no matter what time it is you can always come to me and I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.” Bela says, kissing the top of your head.

“But for now, rest up sweetness and I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Masterlist

[annaisabookworm]

Going to the Eras Tour with Theodore Nott head cannons.

A/n this is my first time ever writing so I’m really nervous but a little excited!

“Oh cara Mia….” Theodore’s jaw drops and his eyes turn into cartoon hearts he becomes a golden retriever when he sees you step out of the hotel bathroom in the outfit you’ve put your blood sweat in tears to, you’ve worked on it for MONTHS and learned how to sew for it.

Oh and he tells you. He won’t shut up about how good you look for FOUR HOURS your face is flushed and so so so red and he just chuckles

When you get to the stadium you of course bring all your bracelets that you’ve spent moths making and you bring hundreds of them on binder rings and Theodore’s honestly shocked to see how popular you get as soon as you show up outside the stadium

Every single swiftie compliments your outfit within minutes it seems your hundreds of bracelets have been traded and people regardless give you so many bracelets theodores arms become covered in them aswell some even ask if they can get a picture with you and you smile and nod

When you get to your seats on the floor theo smiles and laughs at your jaw drop shock

“What you didn’t think I’d get the best for mia cara” he says kissing you and giving you the biggest grin ever.

“theodore we’re in the freaking front row” your in a total state of shock it’s a bigger deal to you than if he were to be proposing.

If the day couldn’t get any better after you posted a photo of yourself at the eras tour TAYLOR FREAKING NATION reposted YOU. Theodore knew how big of a deal this was since you’ve been hyper fixated on the eras tour for weeks

You SCREAM the absolute LOUDEST during the man because during your time at Hogwarts (you’re currently a sixth year) you’ve faded a lot of unfair sexism (theo would never-) Theodore however just sat down during that song seemingly knowing his place

It’s safe to say this was the best concert of your life and you cry tears of joy during every song and lose your voice for a week after.

Theodore gathers confetti in the merch bags(he bought you everything even though you told him not to) for you while you savor the last moments

Your feet start to hurt because of the gorgeous boots you’ve worn for three hours and he picks you up as your a paper weight and carries you all the way back to the hotel despite your protests

It’s safe to say that’s the best night sleep you’ve ever had and the best night of your life

Theo is so in love with you and has the biggest smile ever on his face for you while you cuddle with him in the hotel.

In the moring Theodore is awoken with the loudest happiest scream you’ve ever had. You’ve never been so happy tears fall down your face of joy and you silently unable to speak bc of your voice show with your shaking hand the notifications from Taylor mother freaking Swift. On your Instagram is a photo of you and Theodore smiling the happiest you’ve ever been and there is a like and comment from TAYLORSWIFT13 saying “OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU! ❤️” and Theodore’s jaw drops. He knows you’ll never shut up about it ever again

“oh Merlin, you’re gonna marry me now that Taylor Swift liked a photo of us aren’t you” he says teasingly and you nod laughing silently

The end <3

[jeridandridge]

Hii, I hope your request are still open. How are you today?

Can you write a fluffy where the reader and Mel go to a abbott party (they’re already a couple and everyone at abbott knows it) and they are just super soft with each other in front of everybody. Than Mel drinks a little too much, they go home and the reader has to make Melissa takes off her makeup and do her skin care before bed.

Just a soft Melissa as we love. Thank you ❤️

Soft Melissa is everything. This is just a Drabble but I hope you dig it! 🩷

Edit: Typos? Me? No way

Drunk Melissa

“We’re staying long enough for me to down a margarita with Barb and that’s it we’re outta there.” Melissa waves her hand from the drivers seat. You can’t help but chuckle at her dramatics. You know she doesn’t like being around the group, but you promised Janine you’d be there.

“It’s gonna be fine, Mel. Especially if you’re gonna be on the grill and I’m bringing you drinks.” You beam.

When you pull up to park Janine booked a pavilion at you hop out of the truck grabbing the drinks you brought from the backseat and pull a reluctant Melissa along.

“Melissa, y/n!”

“Hey, Janine.” You smile at the woman spotting Gregory with Jacob and Zach. Barbara walks over briskly with two sugar rimmed drinks in hand.

“Thank god you two are here.” She says quietly handing a drink to Melissa.

You laugh resting your hand on the small of your girlfriends back.

“Y/n, Melissa, come play against us!” Jacob calls out tossing a bean bag across the lawn to the other board.

You can’t say no to kicking jacobs ass at a fun lawn game.

“Ha! C’mon, babe. we can knock them out in a few tosses.”

Melissa grins, with her drink in hand she follows you out to the Cornhole boards standing next to Gregory on the opposite end.

“Alright, kid, make this fast I have to get on the grill.” She gestures for Jacob to take his turn before sipping her drink.

When Jacob tosses the first back he misses miserably, the bag landing right in front of the board.

Picking up your bag you you take a step forward and and wind back letting the bag go. You watch it fly through the air and when it lands right in the hole you whoop and jump.

“You challenged the wrong girl, Hill.” Melissa jokes from the other end of the boards.

Tipping your chin up you blow her a kiss before you get ready to toss again. Much to Jacob and Gregory’s chagrin, you and Melissa shut them out in Just a few tosses.

As the evening goes on everyone’s seated under the pavilion, and Melissa is a few drinks deep with Barbara. You think she’s had three which means as you sit next to her she can’t keep her hands off of you.

One hand is playing with your hair while her other arm is wrapped around your waist. “You’re so pretty, mia cara.” She whispers into your ear. You loved when she got tipsy and spoke in Italian.

You turn your head to kiss her temple with a little laugh.

“Awww.” You hear Janine gush. When you look over you see Barbara and the younger woman smiling at you both.

“You’re both seeing drunk Mel where she gets all nice, soft and touchy.” You explain with a laugh.

“I don’t know how I feel about seeing Melissa like this.” Gregory says nervously.

With that Barbara hands her another drink. How the woman seemed completely sober still was beyond you.

By the end of the evening while everyone’s saying goodbye the red head gives everyone a hug.

“Barb! Are we still doing brunch tomorrow?” She asks clinging to her best friend.

“Yes we are,” she laughs patting her back, “y/n you need to get this girl home.”

You smile grabbing yours and Melissa’s purses. “Mel, I think we should get going.”

“Oh okay.” She nods, giving you a thumbs up and coming to your side. You laugh when she reaches down and pats your butt.

“Alright, we’ll see you next week guys.” You wave as you two walk off. Even in Melissa’s truck she can’t get close enough to you. When you get home, you help your love out of the truck.

“It’s so high up!” She giggles taking your hands to get out.

“Cmon, baby. Let’s get in and get comfy.” You beam getting your key out. Melissa keeps her arms wrapped around you the entire way inside and up the stairs. It’s hardly 8 o’clock but you know as soon as you two hit the couch she’s gonna doze off on you.

Up in the bathroom Melissa hops onto the counter looking at you with a dopey smile while you get the makeup remover wipes.

“You’re takin care of me.” She hums resting her hands on your hips.

When she gets drunkenly going like this, you can’t do anything but smile. “Of course I am,” You carefully start with her eye makeup admiring the smile lines by her eyes as you remove the shadow. You get to her eyeliner and let out a little laugh when she reaches up booping your nose.

“You’re beautiful, hon.”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.” You gush. “Your smile lines, your freckles, your lips. All of you.”

Melissa ducks her head with flushed cheeks wrapping her arms around your waist and practically slumping into you.

“I love you, Mel.” You whisper rubbing her back. “Let’s get you to bed.”

[fedemexyart]

This is a gift for my mother's birthday (today) and it's very, very, very special to me. This is the first year we're living without my maternal grandmother, who passed early this March. I know how this impacted my mum's life, so on this day I wanted to make her something special. This is for her as a mother and as a doughter: the little crown of daisies rapresents my dear granny who used to had the gardens around her house full of them and the pose is taken from one of my favorite childhood's pictures. I consider myself so lucky to have such a beautiful relationship with my mother. I love you so much: thank you for all the support during my life, expecially in this last year, for being there in my absolutely worst moments, thank you being born on this day. ❤️ - ITA: Questo è un regalo per il compleanno di mia madre (oggi) ed è molto, molto, molto speciale per me. Questo è il primo anno che viviamo senza la mia nonna materna, venuta a mancare all'inizio di Marzo. So come questo ha influenzato la vita di mia mamma, quindi oggi volevo farle qualcosa di speciale. Questo è un regalo per lei come madre e come figlia: la coroncina di margherite rappresenta infatti la mia cara nonna che ne aveva pieni i giardini intorno a casa e la posa è tratta da una delle mie foto preferite della mia infanzia. Mi considero molto fortunata ad avere un rapporto così bello con mia madre. Ti voglio tanto bene: grazie per tutto il supporto durante la mia vita, specialmente in quest'ultimo anno, per essermi stata vicina nei miei momenti peggiori, grazie per essere nata in questo giorno. ❤️

[askdrhanniballecter]

I like when you grow out your beard. It makes you look ruggedly handsome.

I miss my husband. :(

[peachigummi]

❤️💵🍕🥂🏵️🌉⏳♈️

boy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

where you met: common room party | great hall | forbidden forest | hogsmeade | library | class | detention | corridors | quidditch game | boathouse | train | courtyard

what he first noticed about you: rich boy Theodore swoops in! he notices you shopping for supplies with your friend (surprise me bruh). we were speaking spanish to each other and this idiot was trying to eavesdrop on the conversation, picking out the words that sounded similar to italian. he had the suspicion that we were talking about perfumes, so he tries to butt into the conversation, picking out his personal favorite to offer. We were both like uh okaaayy, I go to the other corner of the store but you stay with Teddy to see what he has to say. Needless to say, he had you blushing and offering to pay for your goods. You leave the store smelling like his favorite perfume..

favorite place to kiss you: top of your head | forehead | cheeks | nose | lips | jaw | neck | hands | shoulders | thighs

nickname for you: PRINCIPESSA | ANGIOLETTO | CARA MIA | mama | kitten | pookie | sunshine | doll | baby/babe

childhood love: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

first kiss: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

bestie: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

enemy: Draco | Tom | Mattheo (wants to throw hands at his bestie for falling in love with his childhood love) | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

secretly loves you: Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo | Blaise

drunk make out (obv b4 relationship): Draco | Tom | Mattheo | Theodore | Lorenzo (just friend sheeeet lol y'all ever just do that?) | Blaise

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

WANT TO GET PAIRED? CLICK THIS <3 CLOSED FOR NOW! IM STARTING TO GET BURNED OUT

[vintagebiker43]

“Se domani non rispondo alle tue chiamate, mamma. Se non ti dico che non torno a cena. Se domani, il taxi non appare. Forse sono avvolta nelle lenzuola di un hotel, su una strada o in un sacco nero (Mara, Micaela, Majo, Mariana).

Forse sono in una valigia o mi sono persa sulla spiaggia (Emily, Shirley). Non aver paura, mamma, se vedi che sono stata pugnalata (Luz Marina).

Non gridare quando vedi che mi hanno trascinata per i capelli (Arlette).

Cara mamma, non piangere se scopri che mi hanno impalata (Lucía).

Ti diranno che sono stata io, che non ho urlato abbastanza, che era il modo in cui ero vestita, l'alcool nel sangue.

Ti diranno che era giusto, che ero da sola.

Che il mio ex psicopatico aveva delle ragioni, che ero infedele, che ero una puttana.

Ti diranno che ho vissuto, mamma, che ho osato volare molto in alto in un mondo senza aria.

Te lo giuro, mamma, sono morta combattendo.

Te lo giuro, mia cara mamma, ho urlato tanto forte quanto ho volato in alto.

Ti ricorderai di me, mamma, saprai che sono stata io a rovinarlo quando avrai di fronte tutte le donne che urleranno il mio nome.

Perché lo so, mamma, tu non ti fermerai. Ma, per carità, non legare mia sorella.

Non rinchiudere le mie cugine, non limitare le tue nipoti.

Non è colpa tua, mamma, non è stata nemmeno mia.

Sono loro, saranno sempre loro.

Lotta per le vostre ali, quelle ali che mi hanno tagliato.

Lotta per loro, perché possano essere libere di volare più in alto di me.

Combatti perché possano urlare più Combatti perché possano urlare più forte di me.

Perché possano vivere senza paura, mamma, proprio come ho vissuto io.

Mamma, non piangere le mie ceneri.

Se domani sono io, se domani non torno, mamma, distruggi tutto.

Se domani tocca a me, voglio essere l'ultima”.

Cristina Torre Cáceres

“Non c’è nulla in queste morti che ricordi amore”.

👠❤️🇯🇵 👠❤️🇯🇵 👠❤️🇯🇵 👠❤️🇯🇵 👠❤️🇯🇵

[io-confesso]

“il reggiseno indossato, il timore di farsi vedere...

la prima volta ho chiesto il buio, non tanto per me (la prima volta che mi sono vista allo specchio è stato uno shock, ma ero viva! mi è passato subito), quanto per lui. non volevo restasse inorridito. lo avrei capito, certo, ma ci sarei rimasto di merda praticando poi l'astinenza a oltranza.

invece ci abbiamo puro riso sopra, perché ero con una persona intelligente e a quel punto, come dici tu, puoi dire e fare tutto”

Cara Lady Vixen, ho seguito in silenzio le tue vicissitudini di questi ultimi tempi e l’empatia che provo mi porta ad esserti vicino con un abbraccio. sono vicino ai tuoi pensieri per empatia, non per condivisione non avendo vissuto un’esperienze analoga ne personalmente ne con persone a me vicine. Qualche volta in circostanze simili mi è stato detto ma come fai a parlarne tu di questo? credo che si possa, ci si può avvicinare all’altro con empatia. Immaginare che la sessualità e la sensualità vengano colpite da questi percorsi e che la visione di se stessi si possa modificare inibendo la spontaneità nel viverle liberamente. Le tue parole nelle confessioni sono limpide e sentite, dall’altro ogni mia parola può essere fraintesa, superflua o sembrare superficiale. Sei una donna sensuale e sempre ironica , credo che sia naturale sentirsi inadeguati essendo colpiti nella propria femminilità. Credo sia naturale e giusto per te ma non per me o per chi ti vive ogni giorno o di persona . So con certezza che la tua sensualità non dipenda da due seni torniti , e seppur bellissimi “oltre le tette c’è di più” …oppsss non era proprio così il ritornello …. , chi siamo ci viene scritto anche sul corpo, sulla pelle ma è l’aurea che ci circonda ad occupare il nostro spazio ed a metterci in connessione con l’altro. Non preoccuparti di come appari, sii te stessa, lo sei, sono dettagli che sono irrilevanti nel momento in cui l’altro riesce a cogliere la tua aurea, la tua sensualità e la femminilità che non può essere cancellata così semplicemente. Non si può rimanere inorriditi difronte alla vita che scorre ma viverla ed accudire con empatie le mancanze. un abbraccio …. uomo 56. Ps scusa le semplificazioni

ti ringrazio ❤️

direi che è uscito qualche spunto interessante dalle ultime confessioni

[ask-leonardo-da-vinci]

I love cuddling you in winter. *Yawns* You're a great space heater, and an even better boyfriend ❤️

Aww, thanks, cara mia. *winks* if you want to, we can cuddle~ I would be glad to lend these arms to those in need…

[vivian-laurusso]

○ Heiress to the Lau Jewels ❤️( mia cara).

○ Busy in event planning.

○ free times with girls .

@kingsofsinrp