#i am so busy at work today i want to cry so seeing affections and compliments is really nice 🥺🫶🏽

[bunnyboy-juice]

thankies everyone for being niceys 🥺🫶🏽

[snowave]

Just another brainrot of mine regarding Zayne, but then again, what's new?

Zayne who...

...is the type to play with your hair idly.

...enjoys quality time with you, no matter how busy he is with his shifts (or how tired he is).

"Dr. Greyson said you came to visit but you almost immediately left when you saw me napping. I told you, you should wake me up, my time with you is considered as resting."

...is the type who makes his presence known despite of being away from each other from time to time.

...always tries to understand you and your quirks, and grows to love them as they makes you, you.

...who subtly leaves his things in your place to have the perfect excuse to come and stay over whenever he feels like it.

"I can't find my tie, I think I left it on your couch. Can I pick it up and maybe see you as well?"

...is the type to keep track of your schedule, so that he can match his time with yours.

...is the type to give you space, and give you silent encouragement when you feel down, because sometimes, we all just need a presence to hold onto; something to keep us grounded instead of words that we usually hear.

"I'm here, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere, cry your heart out."

...thinks of you before himself. He always talks in a way that will cater you, your interests, your needs, your wants, etc.

"Hm? What am I doing here? Well, my day is free so it's all yours. What do you want to do?"

...scolds you for not having self-preservation. The man just wants you to see healthy and well all the time.

...probably does not makes you lift a finger whenever you're with him. Zayne isn't a vocal person, but his affection can be seen at the way he delivers through acts of services.

...lets you make fun of him, and you'll get away with it. It amuses him to no end how the gears in your brain work, and how you always manage to think of things that you tease him about.

...talks to you in the most gentle way. Despite his image, Zayne always talks to you softly, and probably never raises his voice even though he's upset or mad.

...gives you space when you get into fights or arguments with each other. It gives you both the mental capacity you need to talk everything out in a proper way, without the need to throw useless and hurtful words to each other.

"I'm sorry. Are you in the right headspace to talk about it now? Or do you need some more time? I can wait."

...probably keeps a photo of you, or photos of both of you in his office and home, framed and delicately placed somewhere he could see immediately.

...becomes clingy in the morning. He relishes in the feeling of you wrapped in his arms, the feeling of your body pressed against his, and the calming beating of your heart. He loves it when you snuggle closer to him, like a cat seeking for warmth.

"It's my day off today, I can stay more in bed with you. Just let me be, hm? Let me hold you much longer."

...the type to look at you with eyes filled with so much longing, yearning, and love, that sometimes you feel like you'll be lost when you stare at him.

And finally, Zayne who loves you more than you think. Lore-wise, he really does. But in general setting, if he can, he'll do everything just to make sure that you're always happy, that you always feel loved, cared for, and needed.

Feel free to add more, I really, really just like talking about Zayne. I guess, it would be nice to have someone to yap with about him.

[knight-dwx-09]

Hiding (Not Really) From Them

Jaune cleave a Beowolf in half with a great sword that wasn’t a Croceo Mors. As the last Grimm evaporates, he let his eyes roamed a bit to search for any Grimm left in the area.

Jaune: Okay, that should be the last one of them. Now, I just need to back to the village to report the situation and grab my payment.

He sheathed his sword into the scabbard on his waist.

Jaune: I should wait for her to call me before I leave, today is Friday so it will be any second now.

Right on cue, his scroll began to rings, causing him to smiled brightly as he pick it up to reveal smiling Neo on the screen.

Jaune: Hello Neo!

Neo: *Waving*

Jaune: So, where are you now?

Neo: Atlas

She speaks thanks to the device on her neck that try to predict what she want to say into text-to-speak. It’s not perfect but it’s still good enough to communicate without hand gestured or typing on a scroll.

Jaune: Cool, no pun intended, any luck on stealing from the criminals and finding the information for other artifact?

Neo: Couple stupid idiots, one even use just one password and one pin for all of his money and secret document. As for the latter, none. You?

Jaune: Same, just a couple of Grimm and protecting Villages, haven’t see much from Salem’s cult as well. Seems like they went into hiding after I destroyed a lot of their camp.

Neo: And you aren’t being too hard on yourself, right?

Jaune: They weren’t much to exert me that far. I don’t even have to rely on Lyssa to fight them.

Lyssa: *Speak in Jaune’s mind* Damn right you are, these weakling are even worthy for master’s skills, let alone to withstand against my power! And worry not Neo, I ensure you that I will keep tabs on master’s health and force him to get enough sleep and nutrients!

Jaune let out a deep chuckle as he pat the sword on his back, which was wrapped in a bandage.

Jaune: And Lyssa told me she’s going to protect me and make sure I don’t slip back into my old habits. So, really, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.

Neo: That’s good to know, because I promised if I ever saw or know that you are awake late in night, swinging your sword like a madman, I WILL go to your current location and suffocate you in my thighs or tits, pick your funeral.

Jaune: *Chuckle nervously* You make it sound like it was a threat.

Neo: Because it is.

Jaune: I will keep that in mind.

Neo: … I know this isn’t something for me to say nor that I really care, but shouldn’t you visit your friends by now? It’s been 6 months since you last saw them in the hospital.

Jaune: Believe me, I have been dying to do so. But you know, somehow, all of the mission I saw and get was in Vacuo or a remote area, and once every a blue moon that I have a mission in Atlas or Vale or Menagerie, my friends weren’t there. Just my rotten luck. Besides, they need rest after the war and I don’t think my absent will affect them that badly.

———

Yang: *Red Eyes and blazing hair* If I finally captured that bastard, I will make him have second thought about abandoning all of us ever again! Stupid Vomit boy, making all of us, including my sweet little sister, cry our eyes out!

Blake: I know I don’t have any right to judge him but I will help you on that, I will bring the handcuff and leash so we could tied him with us forever so he won’t be able to run away.

———

Jaune: Heck, I am sure they are really busy with their new life to even think about me. With Dust in the world become even more rarer after the final fight, Weiss is trying to find another source of resource to replace Dust while fix her family legacy. You even say that Ruby is helping out Weiss while keeping Atlas save. And that is a lot of work!

———

Ruby: I miss my Best friend, Weiss, I miss him so much. *munching on a cookies while snuggling with Weiss*

Weiss: I also miss him… *Whisper* Where are you my Knight… your princess is waiting for you to come back… *eating blueberry frozen yogurt*

———

Jaune: And I heard Kuroyuri are being rebuild! I am so proud of Ren and Nora, they could finally settled down and have a family. I do pray for Ren’s pelvis, I remember that Nora wanting to beat my family scored of 8 children.

———

Both Nora and Ren could be seen in Mistral, handing out papers with smiling Jaune when he still has the banana hair and written missing under it.

Nora: Have you seen our golden retriever son? I miss him so much! *Large tears running down her face*

Ren: Our boy have run away from us, we aren’t ready to let him go just yet. Is it because I yelled at him when we try to get Oscar back? I am sorry my boy for being too hard at you. *Lamented with black cloud over his head*

———

Jaune: *Shrugged* I am sure they are doing just fine

Neo: *rolled her eyes* And when are you gonna tell them about our relationship?

Jaune: When my jobs are near them. I just wish our scroll were destroyed in the last fight, I don’t even have their number to call them anymore.

Neo: Well, I just hope they would accept us being a thing, not that I care about their opinion on us.

Jaune: *Chuckled* I am sure they are already warm up to you, including you to them.

Neo flip the bird which cause him to laugh even harder.

Jaune: Anyway, I should get going now. I don’t want to worried the villagers with me being gone for a while now. Nice meeting with you, I will call you next week again, Neo.

Neo: *Looked down in sadness* I really miss you… I wish we could have gone together…

Jaune: …Me too… I also wish you could be my side… so I could talk together everyday and hug you all I want… and kiss you all day… but you already know why we separate for now, we have role to fulfill.

Neo: I know… it just suck that you aren’t there when I woke up in the cold, lonely bed, greeting me with that dopey, kind smile of yours to warm my day up.

Jaune: Well… maybe we can arrange something so we could spent a week together in the future

Neo: *Look up with a logging in her eyes and smiled* I would love that.

Suddenly, he can hear an alarm flared up on the other side of the call.

Neo: Well, it seems like they finally noticed their money is missing. They really should use it to upgrade their brain, I am surprised they managed to go this far with it.

Jaune: Neo, what did I say about calling me in the middle of a heist?

Neo: Please, as if you have the right to say that, ‘Mister-who-call-me-even-in-the-middle-of-hoard-of-Grimm’.

Jaune: *Sigh* Fine, just be careful.

Neo: Who do you think I am? *Smirking smugly*

Jaune: Well, that’s it for this week. Don’t forget, it will be your turn next.

Neo: *Rolled eyes* I know, just make sure you remember this number.

Jaune: I won’t, love you dear.

Neo: Love you too. Also, Lyssa, take care of our reckless partner and don’t let him jump into danger.

The sword of destruction began to shine as a small girl appeared on its place and grab hold on Jaune like a Koala, head peaking out so Neo could see her.

Lyssa: Don’t worry, this foolish master of my will not endanger his life as long as I am still by his side.

Neo: That’s good to know… see ya next week.

With the call ended, he gripped his scroll until it shattered under his hand.

Jaune: Well, are you ready for our next mission, Partner?

Lyssa: I want to sweet chocolate cake first! It has been a week since I had one and I believe I deserve one.

Jaune: *Chuckled* Okay, lets ask the chief if the place had any bakery or a cafe.

With that, the wandering knight set forth on his journey even after the war ended 6 months ago, leaving (Not Really) his friends behind as every single one of them have something in mind which they are gonna do to the knight if they find him, if, since it seem like Fate or Gods itself have another thing in mind for him and have taken a liking at his funny story unfolding. But we will see what the future’s hold for them.

[crystalflygeo]

Morning coffee? Morning tea... ft Neuvillette + fem!reader

cw/tags: this is just SUPER tender and vanilla sex ngl. Pet names (in french!!! <3) dirty talking if you squint?? itty bit of somno maybe? idk how to tag this y'all just smut with feelings.

notes: HI I DISAPPEARED AND COME BACK TO OFFER YOU NEUVILLETTE. I love him so much, I am down horrendous I love him I love him I love him AAAAAAAAAAAAA. The self control I had to practice not to make him speak full sentences in french lmao.

The room is dark and silent as you shift on the bed, yawning. You blink drowsily and realize you were asleep, only dreaming of Neuvillette’s soft touch, the brush of his hair, his gentle kisses and nuzzling, reserved only for private settings. You roll over and rub at your face, but the bed is empty.

Hm? Where is your husband?

It is very rare for Neuvillette to leave like this, unannounced. He’d always give you a kiss, hushed whispers telling you he has some business to attend to before slipping out of the room. Sometimes he doesn’t want to wake you and leaves a note instead, but now as you look around, albeit half-asleep, there is nothing…

Did something happen? You frown.

His side of the bed is still warm though, his essence lingers in the room, on your skin. He was definitely here not too long ago. The familiar scent of his cologne teases your nose and you decide to burrow into his pillow to chase it, hugging the soft thing wishing it was him.

Today was a day off, there was no need to worry about work or other responsibilities. Though you suppose Fontaine’s Iudex’s responsibilities never end…

You sigh and cling tighter onto the pillow, closing your eyes and desperately trying to recapture the essence of that dreamy state, sliding deeper under the warm comforter and rolling onto your side in the middle of the bed, slipping into memories of the night prior.

Neuvillette’s deep voice, the delightful sparks of electricity as his hands roamed your body and that feeling of being so full, complete and sated as he slid deep inside you from behind.

Oh, how you love him. Always so reverent with his affections.

Somewhere between the reminiscence of a high pitched voice you barely recognize as your own moaning his name, and Neuvillette’s low tantalizing whispers as he urges you to come all over his cock, you barely register the soft click of the door.

The subconscious is a funny thing and part of you wonders how can he be there and in your little fantasy at the same time.

Deep in the middle of your struggle between here and there, there is a soft rustle of fabric, and then the sharp clink of porcelain coming from the bedside table, sounds that pull you back from the drowsiness.

“Hmmm… Neuv?”

The bed dips slightly with his weight, and a soft caress at your hair has you stirring a little. The covers sliding off your skin and Neuvillette’s appreciative groan upon seeing your naked figure spread out before him brings you almost alert.

You feel the warmth of him sliding into bed behind you, his hair tickling at your cheek and his breath at your shoulder as he nuzzles here, planting a soft kiss. Strong arms circling your waist as he pulls your closer, your hips slotting together.

And then you hear him, in that husky smooth voice you’ve come to crave. “Ma chérie.” He beckons, soft and low in your ear. “Ma belle…” Your name velvet on his lips. Large hands shifting your body, maneuvering until you lay on your back. “Mon amour.”

You let out a soft sound of acknowledgement and he chuckles.  

Eyes still closed you tilt your head towards his shoulder, seeking to curl up to his chest and cuddle, but instead you feel his weight shift on the bed again. You whine and a tiny speck inside your head is ready to cry out for him not to leave, but before you can form a coherent sentence you suddenly feel him on top of you, his larger frame caging you, long locks sliding off his back and firm hands taking hold of your thighs, coaxing them to part.

“Let me take care of you, ma chérie.” He’s persuasive with both his touch and his words, spreading your legs gently, one of his hands sliding towards a calf where he squeezes lightly, your body soft and pliant like moist clay under the hands of a sculptor. “You’re so gorgeous… show me…” He kisses a trail down your neck to your collarbone, your chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm as you squirm a little, ticklish and aroused.

“Neuv…” You moan, eyes still closed but senses fully aware of him and everything around you. The room feels hotter, your skin simmering everywhere he touches. Your sides, your hips, your ass… lifting your bottom slightly to slide you into his lap, your legs instinctively curling around his torso and oh- “Oh…”

He shushes you gently, rolling his hips so his cock slides along your folds, teasing and rubbing at your sex, lathering on your slick and growing harder.

“So good for me…”

You whine again, eyes finally fluttering open to stare at his mesmerizing lavender ones as he ruts softly into you. It drives you insane, the want, the wait. And you claw and grip at the bedsheets in anticipation when the engorged cockhead catches on your hole for a moment before sliding again, poking at your little clit instead.

“F-Fuck… Neuv, please…” You groan breathlessly, arms reaching out for him to hold onto the pale skin of his shoulders.

He hums and finally guides himself inside, the first stretch making you keen and toss your head back into the pillow. You see his eyebrows twitch slightly, diamond pupils dilating. Your inner walls squeeze and gush as he pushes deeper and deeper. Goosebumps rising on your skin, sweat running down the back of your neck.

He bottoms out and groans, long and low, leaning into you to rest his forehead on your shoulder, savoring the way you clench before seeking out your lips for a kiss. It’s passionate, heated, but still sweet and you can’t help the smile that breaks when you taste his favorite tea on his mouth, bold, strong and decadent.

As morning light filters in through almost sheer curtains you gaze up at his face, the sharp elegant lines, his long lashes, his beautiful eyes and the slightly disheveled hair, partially falling over his face. You reach out with a hand and comb your fingers trough the white and blue locks, brushing them behind a pointy ear before sliding your hand back and reaching for a horn, petting it gently with pure adoration.

“You’re beautiful.” He says.

You make a sound that’s a cross between a scoff and a laugh, blushing and realizing that as much as you’ve been staring at him, he’s done the same. “Was about to say that myself…” You reply. You see the white pupils flicker, turning to slits and back to diamonds and a shiver runs through your body, acutely aware he’s still inside you. “I love you...”

“I love you too, ma chérie, more than you can imagine.” Your breath catches with his words, spoken so sincere, with such resolute feelings.

You are his, so wholly and utterly, but he knows he belongs to you too. Irrefutably intertwined, awakening long forgotten instincts on the old dragon. Neuvillette’s hands hold your hips again as he starts thrusting into you, filling you and then retreating ever so slowly. You bite your lip and try to push closer, canting your hips to that delicious feeling as warmth pool in your gut.

Your arms are back around his neck, fingers tangling on his hair and bodies pressing together as his pace increases steadily, gasps leave your parted lips. Your muscles already tensing on a tight coil.

Neuvillette hisses as he sinks into you, harder but not faster, aiming his cock right where you want it most, he feels you tighten around him, hot warmth sucking him right in and begging for more. It’s perfection that Neuvillette ruts into, pressing over and over. His instincts on fire telling him to lay his claim.

“I love you.” He says again, unable to stop himself.

You feel pleasure bubbling up, fast, faster than you’d thought, and intense. Your toes curl, legs gripping harder around him and your nails accidentally clawing at his back, surely leaving red marks on that pristine skin. He groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder, wetter. His thrusts aim deep, heavy and punctuated strokes that hit your sweet spot with accuracy. Labored breaths mixing together.

“Neuv, Neuv… ‘m so close, please pleaseplease-” You whisper desperate, needy.

His thumb finds your clit and you squeal as he draws lazy circles on it, lasting only a few more seconds until you can’t stand it any longer and come undone for him… all over him, gripping him tightly, head thrown back with a loud moan, eyes shutting close.

“Hah… that’s it, hng-si serré…” He mutters and smiles satisfied as he looks at you, flushed and tender, whispering tender words against your neck, love and adoration pressed against your skin before his fangs do as well. Keeping his carefully measured pace as you ride the high of your orgasm and he chases his own pleasure, releasing inside you with that same slow methodical drive and a hoarse primal groan.

You both lie there for a few moments, panting and feeling the aftershocks, soaking up on the feeling of each other. A tangled mess of limbs between sheets and blankets. Neuvillette carefully rests his body on top of yours and you coo happily, combing his hair with your fingers, scratching at his scalp gently as another kind of of drowsiness settles on you, leaving you feeling floaty and light in the afterglow of your lovemaking.   

Your bodies relax and wind down, putty against one another when he raises his head from his resting spot at your chest and kisses you again, short but not less sweet.

“Good morning, ma chérie.” He says, voice low and soothing.

“Morning…” You smile back at him. A little amused.

He slides off of you and you whimper, feeling the stickiness and a slight discomfort from the sudden emptiness. He leans over a little and reaches for something on the bedside table. “I brought you some tea.” He presents you the cup delicately, still warm.

You chuckle and scoot to sit up at the crumpled blankets, graciously picking up the cup and taking a sip. The tea is fragrant and sharp, the same taste on his lips minutes ago… ah, so that was it.

“Thank you, Neuv.” You peek at him from over the cup.

A warm tea and a good fuck… you could definitely get used to mornings like this.   

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Day 14

Prompt: gifts

cw: implied/referenced child abuse

Summary:

Sometimes gift-giving ain't all it's cracked up to be, and sometimes it is. - A series of moments from Jamie's life.

Here on AO3

Age 4

Gasp! “Is this for me? Did you make this? Oh, Jamie, it’s beautiful, I love it. Come on, now, give mummy hugs.”

Age 7

“Oh, thanks baby. That looks wonderful. No, I do, I do like it! I do! Mummy’s just really tired today, I promise. Soon as the holidays are over, I’ll go back to working my normal shifts.”

Age 9

“Did you make me breakfast in bed? That’s so sweet! Thank you so much, love. …Was this by any chance the last tin of beans in the cupboard?”

Age 11

“What the hell is this? Did your mum put you up to this? Bit cheap, innit?”

Age 12

“No, of course I’d love to come to your match, Jamie. But you know with this new job I started, it’s not a good look if I ask for time off so soon.”

Age 13

“Did you think that I wouldn’t already have the new kit? Huh? You think I’m broke? Is that the kind of garbage your mother’s been filling your head with? Teaching you how to disrespect your old man?”

Age 14

“Look, junior. I know things got a bit heated between us last time I came around. Just the way it is with us men sometimes, am I right? I’m sure you said some things you regret too. But your mom and I, we’ve been talking, and I think I’ve got a shot there. Make us a proper family again. Now, what do you say you and me, we celebrate the occasion by taking ourselves a little father/son bonding trip? Ever been to Amsterdam?”

Age 15

“We can make a day of it. Get lunch, maybe go to the cinema? Oh. Oh, no, that’s all right, love. I didn’t know that you’d made plans with your friends already. Right. Right. Well, if you think you’ll be home in time for dinner-“

Age 16

“-right. Uh huh. No, I know you’re busy, love, but I was thinking. I know how stressed you’ve been lately and how hard you’ve been working. Maybe later this year, you and I can take a trip, hm? Around New Year’s? Just the two of us. Get away for a little bit before you skyrocket into superstardom.

“No, you don’t have to help pay for it any of it, Jamie-”

Age 17

“-No, I know you’ve got a match, Jamie. It doesn’t have to be this weekend. I told you, whenever you’re free-“

Age 18

“Now that you’re making money, I think it’s only fair you treat your old man to a drink.”

Age 19

“New fancy contract, and you’re telling me you can’t afford to do something nice? For your own dad? C’mon, son, I’m not asking for a Porsche here-“

Age 20

“I’m not saying you have to like him, Jamie! But Simon’s important to me, and I’d like you to actually meet him before-“

Age 21

“-lazy, uninspired, waste of fucking space on the pitch! Is it any fucking wonder that Pep’s got you warming the bench for the real players when you’re out there bottling penalties? Hey. Hey! You fucking look at me when I’m talking to you-!“

Age 22

“I know you’re still screening my calls, but I just called to thank you for the flowers. I’d ask about your birthday, but I’m sure you already have plans.”

Age 22

SMACK.

Age 23

“Oh, babes, I wish you’d told me. I already promised my mum I’d go ‘round hers for the holiday. Only she’s just moved down here, and she hasn’t been able to meet anyone yet- no, you do not want to meet her, trust me. But hey, you have fun in Spain- wait you didn’t already buy the tickets, did you?”

Age 24

“Would you look at that? City wins on my son’s birthday, and he ain’t even here to see it. All because he let some stupid yank make him soft, and now he’s too much of a pussy to stick it out when things get tough. What’s wrong, junior? Did Roy Kent calling you little bitch on TV hurt your widdle feelings? Huh? You gonna cry? You gonna cry about it?-”

[“Dad”]: Don’t you fucking hang up on me

[“Dad”]: Jesus Christ, no need to be so sensitive

[“Dad”]: Did you sort my tickets for the next match?

Age 24

“Yeah, but, you know, some folks might also consider that buying affection, you know.”

Age 24

“Jamie? Oh… we didn’t expect you to call. No, it’s fine, we aren’t going anywhere; Simon’s tinkering around in the kitchen… You tried them? Really. That’s- ahem, of course. Of course I’ll let him know.

“SIMON! Jamie tried your gluten free lemon pound cake! He said it was ‘fucking tasty’! His words!

“Jam, Simon would like to know what your nutrition guidelines say about – love, is this a list?”

Age 24

[Isaac]: Alright, everyone. Jamie’s birthday is coming up, so it’s time to start making plans.

[Sam]: Did you remember to remove Jamie from the group chat before you sent the text?

[Isaac]: Shit

Age 25

“...and this is going to sound so weird, but I promise I am not a stalker. I’m Roy’s sister. Yes, that Roy. Uh, you may be aware that he has a niece – Phoebe, yes – and she has something important she would like to ask you.”

“Hi Jamie! It’s Phoebe! Would you like to come celebrate Uncle’s Day with us?”

Age 25

“I love it.”

[littledollll]

Hi honey! It's your fave anon ever hehe

Can I request cg!larissa x little!borderline!reader?

Maybe R has had an awful day, like every insecurity rising to the surface and she's on the verge of splitting but she really doesn't want to so when Larissa comes home, she sees that R has locked herself in the bathroom accidentally scaring Larissa but actually she was just isolating herself because she was terrifked Larissa would see her as a monster, but actually Larissa knowa of it all and loves R more than anything so she weasles her way into the bathroom with a blanket and a paci and lots of little stuff and R just ends up regressing and safely avoiding splitting as Larissa takes care of her and falls asleep on her chest and gets carried to bed? I'm sorry if this is too much

-🧸 anon

Forever? Forever.

Larissa Weems x little!bpd!reader

Extra prompt- “R is anxious when Isa is busy and fully develops into an attack but they try to mask until they just leave the room knowing they can't do it much more. Isa, can't follow yet and feels so bad because she knows her little has abandonment issues so will interpret it the situation as being left. Then we get upset little drawing pictures to show feelings and comforting momma isa” -🕊️anon

A/n: Hi its 1:30 am when I’m writing this! back at it again my friends. It’s nice to be (sorta) up to date with requests again! Also 🧸anon i see u 👀 I swear ur like 3/5 requests I have, it’s truly an honor.

Warnings: mentions of splitting, anxiety, overthinking, abandonment issues, little r, momma Larissa, comfort.

Dear 🧸anon, can I bring you back to life with the gift of a fluffy Larissa fic?

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A busy Larissa wasn’t something new, usually as much as you hated it, it didn’t cause much of a problem. You found ways to be with her even as she worked her life away and you’ve grown quite used to it. The problem was today. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what exactly triggered your anxiety, you just felt alone, abandoned even though in the back of your mind you were well aware of Larissa’s affections for you.

Anxiety was always quick to push you into splitting, you couldn’t have that. Not now that you’ve been doing better, not while Larissa is cluelessly busy working. She was supposed to be home soon as well. What was taking so long? Did she not want to come home to you? Overthinking was always your worst enemy, specially now.

Naturally, you hid. Having Larissa see you in this state wasn’t going to be of any help, specially if you acted out against her. At the same time you missed her so badly. You just wanted her to hold you and tell you how much she still loved you. But you hid. If she wanted you she’d come looking for you right? That was your logic anyways.

You locked yourself in the bathroom of your shared room, bringing your knees up to your chest and hiding your face between them. You didn’t really have much else to do, just wait it out, just wait for the anxiety and that feeling of a split coming on to fade away, it wouldn’t. You closed your eyes. You felt like crying, and what was the point in holding back now?

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You hadn’t noticed you fell asleep until the sound of Larissa calling for you startled you awake, then your heard it again followed by the shaking of the doorknob. “Darling- are you in here? could you just answer me so I know you’re okay?” You could hear the concern in her voice and willed yourself to unlock the door, still giving her no reply.

She let herself in, seeing your tear stricken face she immediately kneeled down and cupped your face. “My sweet girl, why are you crying what’s wrong?” You couldn’t bring yourself to explain, not mentally or physically and Larissa immediately knew. She kissed your forehead and stood, walking out to the bedroom.

This left you confused. Was she leaving you? If she was why would she kiss you so gently before doing so? It just made you want to cry more, you curled into yourself and did just that.

Larissa was at your side in mere seconds. Pulling you into her lap and offering up your paci and one of your stuffies. “Momma just needed to get some things for her baby, you see?” you nodded, hiding into her neck. “no leavs” Larissa sighed, hugging you tightly. “No my darling. Mommas not going anywhere, I promise. I apologize for leaving so suddenly without explaining.”

You sat there as she rubbed your back for god knows how long. She didn’t pull away until all your cries were soothed, your stuffie hugged between your bodies and paci in your mouth. Her always calm voice felt so comforting as she shushed your cries and eased every single one of your worries with quiet reassurance. She held your face studying you and then squinted at you, managing to pull a quiet giggle from you.

“My pretty little one, you know there’s nothing in this world momma loves more than her baby right?” You gave her a little gasp and shyly snuggled into her chest “It’s true. You’re my little treasure and momma absolutely adores you!” you hugged her as tightly as you could and responded as if it was a secret, “I adores momma evn mores”

“There’s absolutely no way! You’re my precious girl, I have all the love in the world just for you.” It was exactly what you needed. Being held and reassured by her for however long you asked.

You comfortably curled up in her arms, wanting to sleep off your headache from all the crying and Larissa was quick to carefully carry you into bed. She laid with you on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat calming you further. Just as you closed your eyes Larissa spoke again in a soft tone.

“Rest well my sweet girl, momma loves you” you nuzzled further into her, “forevers?” “Forever.” It was the perfect goodnight.

[hyukascampfire]

dear ashlynn,

i, chestnut, humbly apologise for ghosting you for a bit. however, it would seem that from today onwards i can breathe a little. hope you’re doing well (´♡`) and love your new theme! your worries about the upcoming arc are totally understandable but i know for sure you’ll eventually come up with a satisfactory course of events, as you usually do. if anything, i’m surprised at how well-paced tsfawc has been so far — especially since pacing is what a writer might struggle the most with when they work on their own. ultimately, tsfawc is all yours and i’m just happy to be here and watch it unfold.

on another note, i’ve recently been meaning to read more books that revolve around the fae (or european folklore in general) to rediscover the whimsy i lost to adolescence and emily wilde’s encyclopaedia of faeries really did it for me. i’m so glad tsfawc triggered this hyperfixation because i at least have something to keep me busy now, as i impatiently wait for part six to come out. since you’ve recommended holly black’s folk of the air series before i was thinking of extending my streak with it but i have yet to figure out how to get my sister to lend me her most cherished babies (the books.)

all in all, i suppose it’s impossible to please everyone when the stakes are high in a story but as long as you trust that the choices you made will reap the most satisfying results, you should be okay ♡ i’m also relieved to hear that you weren’t much affected by the bomb cyclone. keep warm and stay safe! (and if you have more fantasy books to recommend, i’m all ears!)

with much love,

chestnut 🌰

p.s. please tell me that receiving a letter from me makes your heart flutter like yeonjun’s do with mc or else… i threaten to cry uncontrollably.

omg!!!!!! hi baby!!! i’m so happy to see you in my inbox! not to say i was impatiently waiting, but i was impatiently waiting. i’m so happy you’re able to catch a break now, you deserve time to yourself!

i’m so glad you like the new theme, it took so much work but it just feels so right.

i’ve been so so so worried about how things are going to go, but i’m going to try and trust my intuition. you guys are darlings and know just what to say to comfort me. pacing is absolutely tough when you’re writing a story without editors or beta readers, but especially one this long and fleshed out being posted chapter by chapter, it’s a lot of pressure to not be able to go back on things if they’re constraining or end up running you into a dead end. i do a lot of work plotting to make sure that my story points don’t do that to me, that’s where most of my anxiety comes from, i believe. but the reward has been so unbelievably worth it, and i’m so happy with how the story has gone, so i’ll continue to do just that. i love the story and it’s so cool to have you guys there with me while i develop it.

european folklore genuinely has that FEELING that you lose when you grow up. i understand exactly what you mean. theyre some of the oldest stories in the world, that is hard to replicate or capture in stories today. it just has this whimsy that i am in love with. i 10000000% recommend reading the folk of the air when you can get your hands on it (the main story has three books, so renting from the library isn’t so bad if she doesn’t let you borrow, lol!) and honestly i think that it’ll itch a similar spot as TSFAWC. you’ll find a lot of similarities (like a LOT.) and i’m so glad to spread my authentic faerie agenda around. it’s such a fun form of fantasy that i think requires delicate attention to portray. i actually haven’t read emilia wilde’s encyclopedia but i REALLY want to. it’s on my tbr for sure. is it good?????? and for my reccs, i actually haven’t really found a fantasy world that replicates one similar to TSFAWC or the folk of the air, and usually fae are represented in a way that isn’t true to folklore (ahem sarah j maas) so i can’t help because i’m still searching myself 😣

i thank you so much for reading and coming to talk to me about your interests and about the story, it makes my heart feel so warm.

the rain wasn’t so bad really, the wind was eerie sounding in my house but otherwise, nothing i haven’t seen living in this wet state! thank you for checking on me, love 🩵🩵

(receiving this letter of an ask was absolutely heart-fluttering and just as romantic as yeonjun’s, i’m giggling and blushing and kicking my feet. kiss kiss!)

[kkemtal]

April 19, 2023

20 Days To Go

Today marks the 1st anniversary with my special favorite person who has been one of my answered prayers that I desperately manifested since before. I'm very grateful amidst the brewing numbness of my mind exhausted from work. Although I get a dose of affection from my significant other and showered loving support from my family, most especially from my mother, I sometimes feel mellow.

You know, something feels lacking and I know deeply there's a huge loophole from one of my aspects that needs to be filled in. Right now, I'm writing my thoughts and feelings as my free expression of solace. Thoughts that spiral from me being a problem in a certain circumstance to a myriad of 'what ifs' of my future.

Who's going to be the right people where I feel like I truly belong? Who are still gonna be my genuine friends in each year passed as I aged? Who's going to be my support system in moments of a cry for help or something that's gonna happen, may it be from scams, hospital bills, delayed loan payments? Although I have not come to reach at this level yet nor do I ever want to step into that real test of adulting, I have to acknowledge to the possibility that someday I would come to a point similar to those aforementioned scenarios. I must have the right practical resources to combat these unfavorable possibilities.

It's the sense of belongingness that's lost in me. The friends I had since high school and college we drifted apart by not being acknowledged especially everytime if we posted rarely at social media. At those points, it is a test of who matters the most by just hitting the chat and ask how's life doing then hoping am invite to catch around. None of that happens to me. Probably, I could see why. It's the pace and the level where I am compared to them in terms of career and settlement.

This just paints me as the sad girl who's robotic at work. I put boundaries to keep me fully sane. As much as possible, not getting myself in troubles or any sort of mischief. I feel like I am the problem. I just keep most of my relationships superficial or is it the different people I deal with at my everyday job doesn't somehow reach at a level of our rapport to be considered as friends? Or whom we feel or relate to outside business?

The pivot of my unending overthinking drains me mentally. No wonder I, probably most of time, feel so droggy early in the morning. This is exhausting. And hurting. Subtly. Overthinking what my counterparts who are three times the rank more than me perceive me based on what they hear about me or saw me somewhere that I do not display as a professional at my leisure times. Thinking they don't like me because of those possible situations and gosh, I hate formulating on how to make people or someone you know you haven't spoken with like me for first impressions. I could feel if someone ain't the same wave as me jiving from work or outside of that aspect.

I feel like a nobody. Just someone who's got superficial relationships harvested from work. It is business, the offers and close dealings. No time to make in hanging around with the clients or some coworkers you want to grow closer outside business. It's sad because we are all gonna run and spend time at our special haven - the ones we considered as priority, the family. Elimination round is the place where I'm always feeling to be by the means of spending energy to who truly deserves it. Who deserves to be inserted on a busy schedule and despite everything.

I feel like I am the least favorite and it hurts thinking about it. Being so pensive about due to my quirkiness and my crooked dialect. Doing my best to talk normally with people by avoiding to come out sounding like a foreigner who's trying hard to speak our local language. I really hate this flaw about myself, besides looking so androgynous - my secondary insecurity but learned to be proud and embrace my physical flaw.

I just wanna cry, pondering what route God is going to direct me before I hit the cusp of 30s? If I am still going to continue at my sales career? Going on the flow that is how passive I do while there's no any door of opportunity to help me get out from this place I am stuck at. Sales is a love-hate relationship. You feel stuck at it the more you get yourself loaded accounts from referrals and endorsements. That's great! However, the whole cycle drains me alot, especially being your most passive self to entertain business clients.

I'm so tired. I wish and pray and manifest the all things in balance to keep me abundantly happy that produces more high quality results from the craft I am innately so great for. Something brand new but it wouldn't take away the very core from my soft skills or anything that aligns with that. Alot of new experiences, new people as instant friends outside business. New level of comfort like staying in a condo for awhile long whilst being with significant partner for business/work. Generating more booming income. And travels like no other.

Manifesting, gradually each subject of full hearts desire will be aligning to reality from just dreams we so desperate to have.

Ciao!

-kkemtal

[zindezin]

Nikki Giovanni

I am so tired i can feel it in my throat. i am so tired and busy that I did not know she had passed till the day after.

I am not sad i think

i do not know how i feel so i write.

What do you say to someone who is gone. someone you never knew. someone who knew you.

it is only today that i fully recognize that i no longer look to be one with the mainstream as i have done so often in years past. no, today i know that my focus is, and more than ever follows my own interests. not my interests relative to the mainstream

i say this bc so many times, the zeitgeist is distinct from the mainstream, and sometimes I work towards the zeitgeist only in so much as i exist in the present, and so I build in connection to the now. Not to sell to them but perhaps to communicate with it.

more than that though i look to communicate w myself. like nikki, im working to be in tune w me.

i walk w God n me, n i oft lose sight of both, i rely not on me. but i think i do and have long mistook myself w the mainstream.

in the same way few understand their social identity relative to class, i frequently confuse my own identity with the norms/

tdy i do not cry but i want to. i do not cry for nikki. i do not cry for her words which continue evermore. i do not cry that i shall never encounter her words anew.

see how i write all affected, in dialects not my own. im overly conscious yet again of her brilliance. its in my algorithim, in my feed, ofc its in my system now.

today at any rate i look to write. i work for the things which i still have to do. and another tribute will come, even if not here. this will stick ww me and in time perhaps ill figure out how and why

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary418

11/15-16/24

friday - saturday

rather good day,

i talked my gf's ear off about mormons during dinner, one thing i said, was that i think via joseph smith being so evidently odd and incapable of articulating himself as, i don't know, he doesn't have the grace of the bible say, so all the cruelty, misogyny, the odd violence and split / blindness necessary for what supports many of the social aspects of faith, church its history etc., he makes those things evident, i don't think the sacrifice / rituality / violence is so special to mormonism, what is special to it, is its way of crushing it i guess, it like, exposes it, like a wound, an undressed festering wound a blind eye must be turned to, continuously. this is true for many faiths, i suppose, but in mormonism there is some oddity to how bare this all is. it is pregnant with wretched and strange cosmic failure, an inverse to o'connor's notions of being haunted by christ, instead, it's this void of faith it feels like, where the grotesque is similar in function, where it reminds one of the faith and extremity of that faith, but it feels emptier and colder, less panic, more oddly secular, as if it produces our world as not cut off from something ancient and cruel, it feels like somehow closer to the machinations of religions who built temples of stone in forests, communing for what, and a cosmic order of strange hierarchy. of course i am such a total outsider, but it fills me with a particular dread that reminds me of how god and things felt to me when i was young and afraid always.

otherwise... the day was good, grocery shopping was easy, it was busy, too, the moon was huge and there were clouds and the coldness was beautiful, one cloud was the shape of the jets the military test overhead, so oversized it became a clumsy and pretty brushstroke looming, the sunset behind the heavy clouds all over the mountains, a little more drowned in snow than before. it feels like winter in a way it hasn't for me in a very long time. supposedly this is the last super moon for a long time, really huge, a giant eye.

well i've drawn more today too, i'll do more in a bit too i think.

quickly i want to talk about another alan clarke film i watched today, road, which was really beautiful, the rooms these people are in, they all have the texture of francis bacon paintings, the people too, in pain, moving about, shrieking, they seem like subjects of his in some way i suppose. really, i want to point to this monologue by louise in the film, she says, i am paraphrasing, but she says she's a quiet person, people think you're deaf and dumb, you want to say things, it's hard. at this point i began to cry but at that point i was choking up, as the monologues spoken by 3 other characters were all affecting too, strange and pain filled, the ending, somehow, somehow, find a way out. maybe the most striking work on, i dunno, living, mostly poverty, its politics though, this is why i love clarke, the political sphere isn't kept out of these emotional fields, it's not some distant thing we theorize over, these are the means by which we live, or are made to live, and the penetrate our deepest feelings, shape them, at one point it is spoken, paraphrasing again, drain the world of all feelings, strangeness, you're only left with profit and loss analysis. it is a startling work, a man in the film has resolved to starve himself, to see 'what else there is', because all that is about him cannot be the end of it. the way i cried, and it hurt my throat, choking me up in a way that hurts, made to see, really made i guess, something weird inside myself or something, the way you get choked up in arguments with your parents, tear filled, aching, the times you cry that something is moving about in you. a new thing swallowed. to become a sediment for other things to rest upon.

i now think of the first man in that series of speeches, he reminds me of a couple people, he keeps saying he wants to be a hero, he reminds me of our friend who sometimes sits on our couch here coming down from ketamine or e or other things. he is a good person who wishes he were better, struggling too, constantly. it is sad how rotten the world feels, i guess.

as i am getting ready for bed, here is a funny thing that happened today, my friend got me into that nyt daily game called letterboxed, i told them i did it in 4 words, they did it in 3, while doing it they found a whole new word, to they and i, ylem. ylem means the matter/nonmatter which made up the cosmos before the big bang, so i guess, not nonmatter, like everything at once. it feels profoundly poetic to come across it while just hitting random keys to play a game. i am very pleased by this occurence, i hope i remember this word, ylem, the hypothetical origin / substance which supposedly exploded, into right now, roughly, or seconds ago. i wonder as time moves on, everything behind us contracts back into that vague everything only to explode before us again, flowers in infinite time lapse, never closing up but only ever blooming, more more more more petals for all eternity, until it stops i guess. it will have to stop some time.

i also took photos of myself, here, i think my outfit is rather cute today:

i also did more lineart on one of the new drawings, #good. i began coloring too, since it's roughly done re: lineart, or not done but it's sketched out and the painting/coloring will create more opportunity to build things out. i'm looking forward to how this pattern i'm putting on this shirt blouse thing i am coloring in will make my life hell, the pattern isn't really pattern-y it's more like a bunch of random flowers drawn on the thing, wherever i please. so i'm making it easier on myself. looking forward still, to whatever difficulties that come with that. it's interesting how relaxing drawing can be. years ago especially and sometimes recently, not so recently, but, still, it filled me with frustration that things i did weren't perfect, now it's not that i don't care, it's just harder to even know what perfect would mean, i realized really what level i need to get to, is to get to the point where i'm okay showing people what i'm doing, that competency, and the patience to keep working at stuff, and that's finally here. i am 26, i've tried since i was a kid to be there with visual stuff, it was always so hard, or, i'm here with regards to patience, and it doesn't feel humiliating showing people or putting it out into the public, the things i waste my life doing. (i say that in a kind of twee way (if my gf saw this she would call me a manic pixie dream girl or something ( or quirky (i'm not quirky it's just what comes to mind... to say... you know...)))).

i also listened to a bunch of songs, today, that i made. they sound good with all the time i've taken off of that stuff, which feels good. some things i need to do become clearer, really good sensation, when it becomes clear to me that the big issue in this one thing i wanna get done so i can do vocals and then i'll have like, a decent amount of stuff set up for a single or something or like a micro ep or whatever, i need to lower reverb in the mix, which i knew, but also, i know where it's interfering, i know i need to make the bass more prominent, that sort of thing. that the tones are there i just need to level them out a bit more, lower guitars a bit maybe,,, yeah...

i was reading but i am too sleepy now, to keep my eyes open even,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[marisdisry]

Entry VIII: 07.30.2024

It's so lonely. I live only for myself at this point, and if that's the long-term case, I would rather not. My best friend, my confidant, is busy. She has her own studies and ambitions to pursue, I wouldn't want to distract her or take up precious time, I already take space after all. But sometimes I wish she were as eager as I am. Sometimes I also want to be texted, or even responded to, which she hasn't for the past week.

A typhoon ravaged both our vicinities but I know she has enough time to talk to me, she simply chooses not to. And I don't really blame her, I'm not the most refreshing company. Everyone says this — clingy, suffocating, awkward, all I am that makes me genuinely shitty. I wish I wasn't all those things. I wish I wasn't here at all. I wish I didn't feel this way. I wish people actually cared.

Am I really that difficult? Am I so worthless? Am I off-putting?

I can work on those things. I just don't want to be alone. Discarded.

Sometimes I'd fantasize being with people, holding them and they'd hold me too, tell me, "it's okay. I don't mind these things about you," or "I love you." The people that won't make me feel pathetic. I know I don't deserve them, I have done nothing to do so, but I like to fantasize. I hate this. I hate this so much, I hate myself and everything I have ever felt.

When will this end?

I had driving lessons again today, it was fine. Although my aunt is too loud and mouthy, I say nothing because she knows better after all. It's good that I had them today though, my blades arrive tomorrow and this means I can do my "stuff" without getting stared at and reminded, "self-harm is a sin. You should pray more."

I think it's funny I only ever write here when I'm feeling miserable. But it's fitting, I'm not really all that interesting or fun to write about happy friendships and healthy food (habits).

Also, I may have lost a bit of weight. There's hope after all.

As I sit here, crying like I always have, I still feel better than I did when I was 13. Crying nightly, cutting daily, and dialing the help hotline only to cry again from the necessary concern from the operator. That was the night I thought I may have gone crazy, finding disgusting affections grow in me for a stranger whose job is to tell me "don't kill yourself." He was a man, I guess that's why. Or maybe the way he spoke. "I'm so sorry, you don't deserve to be feeling this way, I hope I could help you."

Maybe I should call again.

See who answers this time.

[gfmadelaine]

I translated the fanifc so there may be some errors

Eu traduzi a fanifc, então pode ter alguns erros,se quiser ler mais fanfic como essas em português,vai no wattpad:hdshdhi38241149 (nome da minha conta)

Point of view author

Y/n wakes up with a little difficulty opening her eyes due to the light coming from the damn open window. When she manages to look around the room, she notices some pieces of clothing thrown on the floor and next to her a certain redhead, Sadie, is sleeping. in a peaceful sleep her neck was uncovered, making y/n have a beautiful view of some purple stains from the night inside, y/n smiles at that and gets up carefully so as not to wake the youngest, she walks to the bathroom and looks at the mirror in front of her, the girl was naked and also had some stains around her body, the woman sighs and then gets into the shower, y/n was running the shampoo in her hair when she felt hands on her body

-Fuck Sadie!-Y/N says, getting scared and turning around quickly, Sadie had a naughty smile on her lips

-I'm sorry, love!-she says and the redhead seals her lips with Y/N's, making Sadie get a little wet with the water that falls on Y/N's body.

-I have to finish the shower, redhead - says Y/N, finishing rinsing her hair

-why don't we do a second round? -she says wrapping her arms around y/n's neck

-Second round?, it's more like the fifth, but I can't, you have recording today and I have work!-says simply and the redhead sighs, the shower was Y/N and Sadie exchanging some caresses, kisses, even Y/N realized she was late and started walking quickly

-Love, are you sure you're not forgetting anything?-Sadie says to the brunette who was almost leaving

-Ah, it's true, my cell phone!-says Y/N, taking her cell phone from the couch and almost leaving again if it weren't for the redhead calling her again

-Y/N! of her mother, Erica, y/n and she were never that close even though they worked in the same company, Erica is a very conservative woman and when y/n revealed her sexuality things changed, the relationship they had was never the same, her father Y/N died when the girl turned 14 and it affected her in an absurd way, even more so when her mother judged her for her death.

Y/N enters the company and is soon welcomed by her best friend Alicia

-where were you?, your mother is looking for you like crazy!-says Alicia heading to the elevator and Y/N does the same, Y/N and Alicia have known each other since they were younger, they did everything together

-I was late!-she says trying to explain herself and the elevator door opens

-1 hour late?, you just don't get fired because your mother is the boss!-she says walking to Erica's office-now get in there before she kills you!-she says a little angry, y/n obeys her friend and enters the room seeing his mother walking from one side to the other

-where were you y/n?, we had a business interview with French people, it's been...1 hour!-he says looking at the clock on his cell phone

-I’m sorry mom, I had forgotten!-says the girl, I really had forgotten

-forgotten?, do you know how many people wanted to be working in this company?, while you are here and you hinder me more than you help?- says Erica, gritting her teeth to speak and getting closer and closer to her daughter

-no mom, I don't know, I can get it right 99 times and get 1 wrong, you will always judge me, everything I do, since dad's death, I didn't choose to be the way I am!-says Y/n almost crying

-and I would never ask for a daughter like you!-he says spitting the words in her face and it was enough to make Y/n freak out

-'ok you know what?, fuck you!, you and this shitty company, I don't need your help anymore mom!-he says shouting and leaves slamming the door, y/n walks to the elevator and everyone in the company looks at him the same, y/n didn't care about that, she hated most people there, the girl gets out of the elevator and immediately leaving the company, she asks for a taxi that was passing by the place and enters it

[....]

-Thanks, boy!-Y/N says, getting out of the taxi, the boy just makes a sign with his hands and then leaves, Y/N walks to the recording entrance of the Stranger Things set and stops when she sees Lucas, the boy was the one I took care of who entered and left the Studio

-Hi Lucas, how are you?-Y/N says smiling candidly, the boy was sitting eating something probably at lunch time

-Hi sir...y/n!, do you want to come in!?- says the boy, y/n didn't answer the question, she just nodded, laughing, Lucas was a clumsy guy but he was a good person, the woman enters and walks to the sadie's trailer that wasn't that far away, it was where the redhead changed, put on makeup, rehearsed her lines and other things, y/n knocks on the door and then it opens with Millee smiling

-hiiii y/n!-says the same hugging y/n

-Hi Millie!-he says letting go, s/a looks inside the trailer and sees Sadie with some papers in her hand

-I have to go, see you later Y/N!- says Mille and leaves, Y/N enters the trailer and Sadie gets up with a smile on her face, going to hug her girlfriend

-baby, what are you doing here?-she says a little worried

-My mother and I argued because I arrived late and I instantly resigned!-I say

I'm sorry!-says Sadie hugging the taller one

-It's okay, I'm more relieved now, that job sucks and I hate taking orders from my mother, I'll find another one!-says Y/N

-Of course you will!-says Sadie, kissing her cheek, Sadie has always been Y/N's safe haven, every time Y/N arrived home from work with red eyes from crying because of work, the redhead was always there. there and that's what made y/n not give up, y/n loved her more than life itself.-now we're going to go back home and watch a movie together!-she says

-Don't you have to record it?-he says pointing to some papers

-yes, but you are a priority!-she says and y/n smiles at what she says!

[harajuku-cookie]

I'm sorry, I just need to get things off my chest, again. If I had my therapy session sooner rather than waiting over a month for it, it would've been helpful. Alas I have no choice but to wait and with no one to turn to, I'm gonna talk into the void.

I am completely mentally drained and exhausted in all sense of the word. I don't think it's been this bad since 2018. Honestly I think this time it's much worse. I rarely get out of bed unless I need to do something important or forcibly drag myself out. I can't sleep at night and sleep most of the day when I'm allowed to, well unless I'm dealing with a nightmare, which has become my daily hell. Trust me when I say I would rather dream of Michael Myers, Freddy Kruger, and Chucky chasing me than the dreams I've been having. I've been eating a lot of chocolate just to feel some kind of joy.

I don't have anyone to talk to. My mom has never been a reliable person to talk to about this stuff because she's too judgemental, doesn't get it, is too stressed out herself, or she makes me about herself like, "Oh if I can do it, so can you so you have no excuse." My friend is busy with her life and I don't feel comfortable telling her stuff like this when she's already dealing with so much. And in general I've just been feeling ignored and pushed to the side like I'm not there, like my voice doesn't matter.

All of this is starting to affect me physically to the point where I feel pain in my chest and feel my blood pressure spiking and my stomach churning from how stressed out I am. And no matter how much I try to distract myself, do all the breathing exercises, and practicing mindfulness, it hasn't worked. Hell I almost passed out in the store today from how bad it was. And I know I need to find a way to fix it, especially with surgery two weeks away, but man has it been hard.

And I know this is going to sound sad and pathetic, but literally the only thing keeping me going is Gilbert's route being released in EN soon. I'm remembering I had an attempt back in December '22 and the only thing that stopped me was that I didn't get Gilbert's 5 star card when they officially dropped in EN and I wanted more opportunities to try and win it. Then it turned into I wanted to read more stories about him, then wanting to read translations of his route that was released in JP, and now I'm trying to use his EN route release to keep moving forward, even though all I want to do is give up. If it keeps me alive, why not? Not that I'm heavily depending on a fictional character to keep me above water, just that he's part of the little pieces that give me motivation to keep going. I also want to see the surgery through and recover and hopefully feel better enough to have a new life, I want to find a good job that pays well so I can have more income to help out and do more things that I want to do, I want to make more cosplay, draw and write more, create that custom Emma doll, wear the pretty dresses, travel at the very least out of my city/state, make it to my 30th birthday, find more GF and dairy free snacks I can actually eat, read more romance books, and so on. Even if I'm on my own in all of this, if I can use these things to hold on, I'll try to keep pushing forward.

For now I'll have my good cry, eat my chocolate peanut butter cups, take a shower, and hope that maybe God will grant me mercy and make tomorrow a much better day for me.

[cursedcola]

I want mine to be a crack post. So the dorm leaders + Sam(whom they’re buying the supplies from) reacting to mc buying prank supplies and scaring Crowley just for fun.

A/N: Aight. I gotchu. I love writing crack mm mm mmm it's the good juice. We love torturing bird-man in this house. Especially after he threw us in that dirty-ass dorm like we were trash. Like, you expect me to sleep on dust covered sheets with spiders making a nest in the corner? Nah. This isn't Cinderella bestie and we have standards.

Setting the Scene <3

MC to their love interest after being Crowley's bitch for yet another day: Listen. The F*ck. Up. We will not be taking this abuse. We will not be taking this absolute DISRESPECT. Okay, we have a saying back on "earth," and it's called "hoez mad". Which is me. I am the hoe and I am mad. And you? You are my accomplice. You see this ring???

*waves promise ring in their face*

THIS is the ring that YOU gave me when I snagged you up and made you mine. The chain of foreverness that you imposed on my alien-ass-self.

I pulled your emo-wannabe ass back from the brink of valhalla and you will be paying me back - at a very unfair trade on my end - today. We are destroying whatever pride that cocky pigeon has and we are doing it now.

Riddle Rosehearts

-100/10. Will not comply or even be associated

bitch he isn't getting in trouble for you??? The fuck you think he's going to do?? Collar the headmaster?

The moment you step out of that door, he's tattling - no cap

Best drag him by the ear because he'll throw you under the bus

does not pass the vibe check

threatens to break up with you if you get him in trouble

so YOU threaten to break up with HIM if he doesn't at least carry your stuff

aight. he's in. it was a bluff so please don't dump him

he will cry and then stuff his face with tarts

he doesn't understand how covering everything in Crowley's office in tin-foil will make you feel better? but go off I guess

The entire time he is just complaining about how you both are wasting resources and time.

Riddle really needs to stop ruining the fun (T ^ T)

Leona Kingscholar

"That's hot"

Likes when you get mad lol Crowley should piss you off more often

He’ll watch but won’t do nothin

Another spoil sport in that he thinks it’s too much effort

He’s got some balls considering he’s no better than Crowley

Deadass is this a relationship or are you his servant

Okay that’s Ruggie’s job not yours

Speaking of, he suggests just making him doing it or the literal man children you babysit (*cough* deuace *cough*)

Lets you drag him by the foot to Sam’s shop. Why fight back?

Watches you swap Crowley’s toothpaste for mayo and wonders if you should really be considered future royalty

Doesn’t trust you around his food or personal items when you’re pissed at him

Azul Ashengrotto

“Can we get icecream after?” (〃ω〃)

Yes Azu, we can get nommies after but you must pull your weight

Man is Simp? Simp do anything for affection? Need I say more?

The BEST at covering tracks too. One bat of your eyelashes and he’ll buy out Sam’s store just to make you happy

Has a bit too much fun. One taste of rebellion and all the pent up r a g e from getting his businessman privileges revoked blossoms

They grow up so fast . He’s a natural born criminal

You wanted to do something small scale, like swapping the sugar for salt in Crowley’s coffee. He lets you, but goes the extra mile

Azul says “go big or go home,” and uses his henchmen to spam Crowley’s close conspirators with complaints from ‘student families,’ and essentially throws all of NRC’s shady business *cough*ghostbride*cough* back in Crowley’s face

Now the headmaster is up to the neck with work

Are you proud of him? He avenged you both and barely moved a fingie

Azul accepts payment in cash, credit, or kisses pls <3

Kalim Al’Asim

“Pulling pranks isn’t nice MC”

“And neither is nearly giving me a heart attack with diabetes tea. Quit complaining and move-“

You must trick the sunshine to comply

This is a game and the headmaster is happy to be pranked! It’s all in good fun Kalim~

He comes up with dozens of ideas but settles on on you pick bc he loves u

Anything to make his treasure happy ^_^

If worse comes to worse he can just throw some money to pay for the next school event so you don’t get expelled

You both get to work on covering the floor of Crowley’s office in plastic cups full of water

And…Kalim does not get the memo and blocks your way out *facepalm*

No problem tho! He calls his magic carpet through the window and it rescues you both from the makeshift island, also known as Crowley’s desk

Did he just step on important trade documents? Oops-

Fwoooooosh you both are out the window and safe

Thank him because you both were actually caught, but he payed off the snitches to not say nothin

All in the name of love so you get a taste of sweet sweet revenge

Vil Schoenheit

Uhm…no 💅

Too much effort

Honey why do you even want revenge? Keep stressing like this and you’ll be a potato for the rest of your life

Is that a potato spore or just a dry patch of skin? Nono dear lets go put that money towards some skin care products okay?

Ugh

U g h

Fiiiiiiiiiiine. One prank. And it better be both small and still funny

A schoenheit does not waste their time. We must be efficient with the best results

Which is why we are putting hair dye in Crowley’s body wash. J u s t enough to stain him a lovely shade of baby blue, okay?

Okay

Rook will do it. He’s better at being a cockroach on the wall anyways

Now lets do our nails. In exchange for helping you, Vil is picking the color. No, you have no rights in this exchange

Idia Shroud

“Alright” （；￣ェ￣）

…….

Yes, it’s that easy. He hates conflict

With you and ortho. He doesn’t mind messing with other people

Especially since that rotisserie chicken confiscated his talking tablet at the last ceremony

Idia wants vengeance. If it wasn’t for you, he would airdrop photos of Crowley picking his nose to the entire campus

Instead he settles for something more basic. For you. Because you don’t know how to have fun 😒

Special orders truth peppers from sam’s black market. All you have to do is eat one and you can’t tell a lie for at least a month

Idia does his little techy thing with the cafeteria camera so you can slip it into Crowley’s lunch (that you are forced to bring bc he treats you like an errand boy)

A few hours later, you both are chilling in Idia’s room with nommies and watching Crowley make a fool of himself by spilling his secrets

Cruel? A bit. Necessary? Yes

Malleus Draconia

“Is this what you like to do for fun? Have I misjudged your character”

Mans is so down. He wants to be a little rebellious

And damn is he e v i l

Like y’all forget that he is a powerful wizard. You think he hasn’t made a potion or two for his own purposes

He doesn’t even give you room to think. Just shoves a coin purse in his pocket and poofs you both into sam’s store

Nearly giving said tradesman a heart attack but whatever

“I need everything here and whatever you have in the back,” malleus purchases enough to make an alchemy lab in your dorm

And conjures the most v i l e smelling potion you have ever seen with a smile

And a little evil cackle for measure. Lilia taught him that no good villain is worth their salt without an evil laugh

He leaves you with a kiss on the forehead to go “do the dirty work,” and doesn’t even tell you what’s up

He…turned the headmaster into an actual bird

But like, Crowley can still talk so all you hear around campus is him squawking for someone to fix this

It’s pretty obvious who pulled the prank. Malleus is the only one powerful enough to make something even Trein can’t reverse

You both end up in the slammer

Still better quality than Ramshackle tho

Sam ze Tradesman

Cha-ching 💰💰💰💰💰

He knew there was a reason he liked you

Has Sam ever mentioned that you are his favorite wallet student??

No?

Well you are

He sells you anything and everything you want. No questions asked and a firm believer of snitches get stitches

If he gets caught tho then you’re on your own

Jk he wouldn’t do is favorite customer like that

Or would he???🤔💭

Well. Maybe not so long as these pockets of his stay stashed with cash

[babylovepresley]

thinkin’ about you — elvis presley x reader

summary: you are elvis presley’s former lover… at least you think you are. the year is 1960, and he is finally returning home from the service… but you haven’t heard from him since the day he left memphis and got on that plane nearly two years ago. what is left of you both?

word count: 2k

content warnings: 18+ sexuality mentioned, ANGST, possibly an unhealthy relationship, references to religion and god

read & listen along: https://open.spotify.com/track/1fDFHXcykq4iw8Gg7s5hG9?si=c2I7yoRJQMOSZEIrxLHCsg

writer’s note: hiya lovebugs! this is just a little something i conjured up when i was supposed to be doing homework (hehe), and i thought perhaps you’d all like to suffer with me. it’s not my best work, as i have had quite an overwhelming day and this is the best i could produce. this is my first fic posted, and i truly hope you all enjoy! remember requests are always open, and i am forever sending you all plenty of love and light!

dedicated to: my darling friends that promote my obsession with writing angst, though it hurts them in the end <3 (@eliseinmemphis my sincerest apologies lover)

It’s a cold day in March when he comes home; his hair wispy and long, touching the tip of his forehead beneath the large issued cap. When he first went away, the cap seemed to swallow his sleepy head and make him seem like the boy I first met all those years ago— when life was kind and he smiled with his tongue between his teeth. A patron moves to turn the television up, standing on the counter and nearly knocking over a young man’s grits that sat untouched on his plate. The soldier huffs and puffs as the camera follows him; his lean figure cutting through the tv and leaving an ache in me heart. Did the scars from our childhood playing wear off? Did the inside of his left pinky still glow red and raw from the movement of his ring? Does he still think of me?

He swallows, and my own throat constricts watching him. Life had become so difficult after he left— the beginning of us did not matter, I only wanted to get through to the end. And now we’re here, or rather he is. All I can do is stand and watch in our hometown diner, as he glows for the entire world. My coworker comes up beside me, placing her tray down on the crowded counter and side eyeing me.

“Yes Minny?”

“Sugar, I hate to do this… ‘specially today of all days… but—“ always walking on eggshells, Minny was. In fact, I’ve noticed that every other waitress today has been side-eyeing me with pity; wondering what I must have done to him to be here instead of greeting him with open arms, perpetually on my knees for him. The truth is I never did anything to him… and I guess that’s why he never found it important to write to me.

“You need me to close… don’t you?” I smile. I didn’t have it in me to be cruel right now, though I wanted to scream and cry can’t you see I’m busy lamenting a man I don’t know anymore?

“I’m sorry y/n, it’s just that my daughter wanted to stop by the Graceland gates tonight to.. well.. you know…” she trails off, itching an imaginary scratch behind her neck. It isn’t her fault that her daughter looks at him the same way I did, or still do. It’s been a long time since I’ve laid my eyes on him, and I wonder if they still fill with the warmth and affection I once saw him have for me.

“It’s okay Min, I don’t mind at all! I’ll probably just make a cup of tea for myself and clean the jukebox tonight… have a feeling I finally wanna clear out a certain someone’s records….” I giggle, though I’m laced with a bitter agony in my throat; I never wanted to hear his voice again, but I know one sound falling from his pouty lips would cause me to stare in adoration and declare my god, where have you been?

I turn my head back to the television, because I simply cannot bear not looking at him… not after three years of staring out the window and praying to God that he’d somehow be sitting outside my door, waiting for me all the while. He has changed so much; poised and gifted with the confidence that can only affect a young boy who dreamt of the strength and masculinity he exudes. He left me a scared boy, with heavy shoulders that I ached to massage into a restful stature, and came home a man; broad and unashamed. I simply can’t wrap my head around it as the camera pans to his face, spotted with the cold sting of snowflakes as he nods his head in thanks. It’s ridiculous.. I feel jealous of a force of nature simply because they get to live and die on him; when I have faced far more triumphs and little deaths as a result of his person.

Still, he looks afraid as he shuffles through the crowd of women waiting to grab at him. I feel nauseous just looking at it, and I find myself tugging at my uniform in an attempt to deflect from the obvious want situated in each woman's eyes. Many years ago, I would’ve moved through the sweaty crowd gathered by the gates of that airport, and used my handkerchief to wipe the nervous sweat on his eyebrow; my hands ever-so delicate on his cold cheeks. And he’d look up at me and smile, the apples of his cheeks pressing his eyes into a squint; “you miss me lil?”

But now I stand here, as unknown to the world as the words he said to me the first night he pulled me by bare chest to his and mouthed a sonnet only he could tell. Memphis has changed, he has changed, but I haven’t. Maybe that’s why he didn’t write. Maybe that’s why I’m living in the in between; Elvis’ girl or not? Lover or former flame?

The hours pass by with the creaking stools signaling the end and beginning of each meal, my nails making a dull clack against the cracking counter. Before I knew it, the street lights flickered to life, and my coworkers' cars pulled out of the lot, blowing kisses out their windows in a silly “goodnight!” gesture. The diner is lonely without the murmuring of the town, but I find it to be deeply comforting while I clean. The TV has been turned off, and the jukebox unplugged, leaving me with nothing but my pitiful thoughts and slight hiccups as I cry and clean the corner booth.

In the midst of my cry, for him, for me, for his Mother, and for any semblance of a future I had once dreamt of, I failed to notice the front door being pulled open and the slight ting of the bell. The wind from outside climbed my bare legs as I wiped, shouting out a quick “We’re closed honey, I’m sorry!”. Why look up when I always know who it’ll be— whether it be a neighbor, the town drunk or a church choir member.

“Oh… ‘m.. ‘m sorry” the stranger stumbles out, and I can physically feel the soft tapping of his loafers on the sticky linoleum floor. I’d know that voice in death, when the grim reaper kisses me goodnight, I’d be begging him “please.. let me hear his breath one last time”.

With all of my strength I turn to him, staring down my old hero. My spray bottle has long been abandoned, spilling on the floor beneath me and wetting the tips of my white shoe. I couldn’t care less. Nothing could’ve stopped me from following his voice— nothing could have prepared my heart for the sight of him in front of me. I feel the ache of my brows pulling down on my face, and the cold air drifts through my parted lips to remind me that this is real… he’s here. After all this time, he’s here. I’m silent as I watch him distribute his weight; left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot.

“Ya see me on TV today lil?” His thick voice cuts through the air; still gravelly from the cold morning air he sucked in earlier that day. A part of me wanted to coddle him; coo “oh poor baby” for the pain in his throat. But the other part of me wanted to laugh in his face at the incredulous question. In the end, that’s just what I did.

“Did I- Did I see you on TV Elvis?” I barely manage to get out, as my throat begins to constrict with sobs. Bastard. At least we both are in pain from the words we can’t say, I think to myself.

“W-well I noticed the TV ain’t on.. so I thought I’d ask…”

“You thought you’d ask me if the TV was off because you wanted me to watch you come home today?”

“Baby I know it ain’t been that long,” he chuckles, his hands digging deep into the pocket of his black slacks. I once sewed a hole he tore in those slacks, and I remember the way he kissed my cheek in thanks— I still feel the burn of his lips. “know my girl hasn’t gone all dumb on me”.

My girl. As if he had any right to call me that anymore. My anger bubbles to the surface, as the chemicals I dropped sting my nose. We stand polar opposites of one another. On one end of the diner, we have a lowly waitress who dreamt of a family and a small life but now spends her days covered in bacon grease for the creepy men in town to ogle at. On the other end, with hair still blown back from the influx of winter wind coming through the corner window, stands a god amongst men. He has the world in his hands, and it dawns on me that he could have any family or anyone’s life that he could ever want— small or large it wouldn’t matter, it’s all small to his strong flesh.

Unchanged in my agonizing swirl, I threaten, though no matter how hard I try I could never be crossed with him in tone, “You don’t get to call me that no more Elvis”.

He shuffles uncomfortably, and his lips curl inward with a tremble. He has taken an interest in the floor, and I wonder if he remembers the time he stayed here until 4 am with me scrubbing them down. He looks at the tiles just as intently as he did then, though now it seems like he feels just as dirty as them.

“I ain’t… I m-meant to write you y/n honest—“

“Oh you MEANT to write me, huh?”

“Yes! Yes I-I-I did I just got caught up ‘s all…”

“Caught up?”

‘Yes Lil! Caught up!” he extends his arms out to his sides; desperate for a positive response.

I can’t hold back the building sobs anymore, it hurts too much— makes me want to reach my arms out to him like a child and cry for help. I’ve bared my soul to him in far too many ways, and he deserves to see the mess he’s made of me.

“For two years E?” the tears sting my cheeks, as I hiccup in a breath.

For a moment, I see him take a step toward me. Ever the holder, Elvis always showed love through his touch. There would be nights I’d wake up sobbing and afraid at the idea of never getting to feel the velvety touch of his fingertips in or against me ever again. Those nights still haunt me, and the idea of him touching me is almost too much. No man has touched me since him, and I’ll never want anyone else to ever again. I move from his reach, and walk beside him with a wipe of my nose as he panics.

“B-Baby I tried! T- The Colonel”

“The colonel,” I stop in my tracks and smile spitefully with a small shake of my head “It’s always the Colonel E, isn’t it?”

“Oh c’mon y/n whas’ that supposed to mean?'' he follows behind me as I stomp past him and behind the counter, desperately grabbing at anything to appear unaffected; but he knows me. Elvis knows me more intimately than I know myself, and I’ve come to resent him for it. I can’t bear his cluelessness, and I can’t live with all of this hurt inside of me for any longer.

“ELVIS! He has taken EVERYTHING FROM YOU. Money, your Mother, your life, me! You’ll just let him take and take and take,” I throw the bulk of napkins across the counter and into his chest in anger, though I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt him. Strange how he seemed fine all the while I was dying for a single word from him. “until there’s nothing left of you— of us!”

I move around the counter, and it feels as if I don’t keep moving I’ll collapse in a heap of tears. My finger jabs into his chest, and he flinches with the intrusion. For the first time tonight, I see tears forming in his eyes, yet his stained cheeks indicate they have been falling for a long time as he struggles to inhale from his own pitiful, silent sobs.

“One word from you Elvis, that’s all I wanted.” I sob, barely coherent as I lay my hands on his chest. He grabs them, and the shift in my stomach nearly makes me lurch in pain. I feel him now, so real and warm and so mine. I could never forget his touch, and now that I have it again I doubt I’ll be able to breathe without it. We cry quietly for a moment, holding one another as if we were foreign to each other; like he hasn’t consumed by body and soul whole and left it to rot in his chest.

It’s silent save for his uneven breathing and the gentle scuff of my feet; unable to stay still as my body betrays itself. I pull away, and he mumbles a “no, no honey stay” as I wipe my eyes and regain my strength. He paws at my apron, trying to pluck me closer before I scold him for his mistakes.

“Elvis, please just go. I-I’ve lived without you, I’ve cried each time I saw your house, or-or heard your records. I’ve grieved you before you were even gone, and I know I can do it again. So please baby, please just go” I whimper out, smoothing down my skirt and pinching my thighs beneath the frilly mess. I can’t look at him, though my eyes thirsted for the pinch of his brow for so long.

There are very few women who can say Elvis Presley laid himself in front of her and wept. I’ve seen him cry before, in fear and anger, and each time I have taken him into my arms and quelled him into relief. But nothing could prepare me for the sight laid out before me.

My man, a god, falls to his knees in front of me and cries with outstretched palms, “Do ya think I’ve forgotten ‘bout you?”

His eyes appear to burn as they flutter closed with a gulp, his large hands gripping onto the bottom of my skirt, “Oh God baby, ‘ve messed up somethin’ awful, I know.” he cries out, wiping his nose with his sleeve like a boy. A chuckle builds in my chest at the antic, as it reminds me of the boy I’ve cried for all along. He licks his lips, panicking at the thought of rejection. “ ‘ve always tried to be so good for ya and look what I’ve done now… look what your satnin’s done now…” He chokes out, ever the fallen angel.

His arms wrap around me, and I stumble forward with the force of his pull. It’s no use in fighting, I think to myself, I can never purge myself from the feeling he gives me. I don’t think I’ll ever want to— I can never shed the feel of him. The feel of Elvis; an irrevocable heartbreak. My upper body falls on top of him, my breasts pressed against his strong shoulder as my hands slide flat down his back; the wool of his jacket slightly burning my wrists. I feel his cries against my hips, as his arms lock around the backs of my legs; hands clasped in fear that I’ll soon pull away. His shoulders shake as I lean over him, and chills run down my flesh as his thumbs soothe the backs of my thighs.

Against my skirt he wails, “Kiss me. Please God, kiss my sins away. ‘ve done so bad by you baby— let me know I ain’t the devil incarnate..” his nails dig into the thickness of my thighs in desperation.

Who am I to deny him?

[mayabooowrites]

Runaway?||D.M

Summary: As you and Draco start fighting more yours and his daughter decides she doesn't wanna hear it anymore and runs away

You just lay on the couch as you once again fought with your husband

You don't wanna fight with him but he just isn't caring about how everything is affecting you

He works so late and doesn't even care to mention it, you do everything around the house and he barely even helps and it's just so frustrating. And you feel like your the only one raising yours and his daughter anymore

All he does is work

And today you had to fight in the evening when Amalthea was right there watching you felt terrible the whole time but you still fought with him with her in the room

Which probably has been happening a lot more then you and Draco want

Amalthea walks over as you cry into the pillow

"Mommy?" The little 6 year old asks and you didn't want her to see you crying

"Not right now Thea." You say as you then hear her little footsteps walk upstairs and knock on the door Draco is at asking him to play

But he didn't answer her

You then hear her go to her room and you just stay face planted into the pillow until the tears finally stopped

It's been 5 minutes so you thought maybe you should go apologize to amalthea and talk with Draco again and pray it doesn't lead to another fight

You knock on the door Draco was behind

"Look can we talk." You ask and Draco opens the door

"Gonna yell at me again?" He says annoyed and you sigh

"Look I'm just stressed and feel alone and I feel like you don't care!" You say and Draco sighs

"Ok." He says and ok what? Ok your stressed? Ok you feel alone? Ok you feel like he doesn't care about you anymore? And you feel like he's always home late because he's cheating on you

"Ok what?" You said and Draco sighs

"I don't know anymore I'm sorry are we on the verge of divorcing? That's all I can think of lately so it's stressing me out more because I don't wanna lose you." Draco says and you smile

"I guess me as well I think our life is just getting too stressful and we're both not being there for each other like we should." You say and Draco walks over to you wondering if he can hug you, he so badly wants to he feels so bad for being such an arse to you and Amalthea

You both haven't been the best parents the last few weeks

"Let's go apologize to Amalthea and get her ready to bed the sun is setting soon." Draco says and you nod as you go to walk off but he first pulls you back and hugs you tightly then walks off with you to go see Amalthea

You knock on Amalthea's door to ask her if you can talk to her

But you didn't get an answer so you open the door and see her room a mess stuff was taken and Amalthea was no where to be seen

You find a letter written in crayon on her bed

Dear mama and dada

I am running away I can't handle you both arguing all the time, I just wanna play with you both but you both just fight all day makes me feel unwanted I will find a new family bye bye

Thea

You and Draco just stood their shocked not able to say anything you both did this you both weren't caring about your daughter in any of this making her feel like you both didn't want her

"I'm gonna go find her." Draco says and you stop him

"I'm coming with you and we have to contact everyone to make sure they can look for her too." You said and Draco nods as he had guilt written all over his face and you did as well

|Later|

It was so late it was starting to get dark out and you both still haven't found Thea

You were yelling her name as Draco was using a spell to try and find her he was getting more and more frustrated the more dark it got and the less you both found her

You both finally reach a park you would take Amalthea basically every week and then you and Draco got too busy and stopped taking her

"AMALTHEA!" You yell and Draco did the spell again and he then runs over to under the slide

You run over and see Amalthea with her purses full of her stuff she took and she was passed out

You start crying as you hug her tightly with Draco

"Y/n she's ice cold something is wrong, she's so pale." Draco says and you burst into more tears as Draco quickly took his jacket off and wrapped it around the shivering 6 year old in his arms trying to warm her up more as he kept muttering something

But everything was a blur now all you could think of was Thea your daughter and if she's gonna be ok

Draco finally gets up pulls you up and runs to the nearest wizarding hospital he could get to not about to let anything happen to Amalthea

You don't remember what happened but you remember Draco's screaming voice asking someone to help his daughter and healers taking Thea away from you and Draco quickly and a healer maybe asking you both to sit down now especially you as you looked like you were about to faint

Now your in the waiting room with Draco just waiting to hear something about Thea

"This is all my fault." Draco mutters and you look up at him shocked

"No we're both to blame we both weren't thinking of how it was making her feel we both weren't the best parents lately this is both of our faults." You say and Draco looks over at you and pulls you into a kiss and you kiss him back so happy to have his lips on yours again, but then the healer walks over and says you both can go see Amalthea finally

You and get up immediately and almost bolt to the room she is in she was still asleep but she looked warmer she looked better she didn't look so pale anymore she had more colour to her face again

You kneel beside her bed and kiss her forehead as you smile so happy she's ok

Draco was talking to the healer about what happened and they explain she must have eaten something and got poisoned by whatever she ate

Once they left you and Draco just stayed beside her and she woke up and saw you and Draco crying

"Thea please never leave us again we don't wanna lose you." You say and Thea sits up and hugs you and Draco both hug her tightly

"We love you so much Thea please never run away again me and your mother will never fight again just please never leave us." Draco says as he holds amaltheas tiny little hands in his and kisses her hands

"Ok." Amalthea says sleepily "I love you both." She says and you kiss her forehead

"Sleep ok darling? Me and your father are gonna go talk about when you can come home." You say and amalthea clings to you not wanting you to leave "Ok then Dad can go I'll stay." You say and Draco kisses the top of your hand and kisses theas hands one more time before leaving 'Me and Draco will from now on be better parents we can't let this happen ever again.' You think as you smile at the sleepy Thea who was drifting off to sleep again "Good night Thea sleep well my daring we love you so much we'll be better parents from now on I promise." You say and amalthea smiles as you move her bangs out of her eyes

"I love you and daddy too."