#i woke up like 5 minutes ago forgive me

[pokeypoqi]

hello minecraft story mode fandom i finally got the courage to post something i drew of this game

sorry to all my sonic followers, the cube yaoi has taken hold

[jellyclogs]

how op men react to you calling them darling prt.2

characters: Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Marco, Buggy

y/n has she/her pronouns

Zoro:

“Excuse me?” Zoro laughed.

Your face was suddenly on fire. You hadn't meant to call him darling. You had meant to just ask, “Have you eaten.” you repeated. He looked way too much like the leading man in the romance novel you were reading. It wasn't your fault you called him darling it was the dam books.

“You're missing a part,” Zoro smirked, he was enjoying how flustered you were, it was pretty dang cute.

“Did you eat or not?” you huffed crossing your arms.

“Yeah I did,” he shot you a teasing look, “Darling.”

You thought your face was on fire before… well now it really had to be. You turned and rushed away from him. You might burst into flames from the intensity of your embarrassment. You were going to burn that novel.

“Something wrong darling?” he called after you in a laugh.

Sabo

“Hay Darling could you pass me those papers,” you called to the blond as he was passing your desk painting to a stack of paper across the room from you. You were so engrossed in your work that you hadn't even realized what you'd said.

Sabo froze, a smile coming to dance across his lips, “No problem sweetheart,” he said without skipping a beat. He grabbed the stack of paper before setting them on your desk.

You glanced up at him a puzzled look on your face, “Sweetheart?” you hummed, “What with the pet name Sabo?” you quirked a brow

Sabo’s smile grew, “You're the one who started it.” he wished he could snap a picture of the look you had on your face, it was priceless.

You tilted your head to the side. It took an almost embarrassingly long time for you to relize what you had said to him.  You bit your lip before smiling, “I guess your right darling. I did start this,” you purred.

Sabo's face flushed, “Don't use that voice on me, sweetheart,” he leaned down resting his hands on your desk, “and don't start a game you can't win.” his voice had dropped an octave, it was now low and sultry.

“I'm not sure what game you're referring to darling,” you leaned forward laying on the seductive tone even harder, “But if I did I'm sure I'd win.”

Sobo leaned even closer, his eyes were very intense, “Come on sweetheart, you know you'd lose.”

Before the game you two were playing cold get out of hand Kola stepped in. She slapped the back of both of your heads hissing, “Oh cut it out both of you.” she shook her head, a small smile on her lips.

Sanji:

You smiled to yourself as you baked. You were in the process of making marbled brownies. You made a dark chocolate batter followed by a pumpkin batter before swirling them together. You popped your creation into the oven before beginning to clean up your mess. It was currently 1:30 a.m., so you knew you had plenty of time to leave it spotless. Sanji would not wake up till 5 am

 You knew that using the kitchen without Sanji's approval could be a dangerous game but you just had to. You would ask Sanji to forgive you later. There was no way you could ask him to use the kitchen not when you were trying to surprise him. You were making him a birthday treat.

You spent the 40 minutes it took for the brownies to bake to clean the kitchen till the floor sparkled. You pulled the pan of brownies out of the oven, they were perfectly baked nice crunchy corners and an ooey gooey center. You were no professional but you could bake like one.

You set the brownies on the counter along with a box of expensive black tea you bought him from a few islands ago. You spent the next ten minutes debating whether or not you'd leave a note. Finally, you gave in to yourself and left a note.  “Happy birthday darling,” you wrote out in your nicest handwriting before singing it in the bottom right corner.

Glancing at the clock you read the time was 2:25 am. You skittered out of the kitchen and headed to bead. You sent a silent prayer to whatever god was listening Luffy wouldn't get hungry for a snack before Sanji woke up.

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Sanji got out of bed at Five a.m. sharp. It may have been his birthday but he would not skip out on his job. He was the ship's cook and he'd be damned if he didn't cook them a proper breakfast. His birthday would be mad special when he saw the look of delight on Nami’s, Robins's, and (y/n)’s faces when they ate the breakfast he made.

He pulled on clean clothes before heading to the kitchen. He needed a cup of nice strong black tea to wake him up. He almost slipped into his normal routine till his eyes landed on a pan on the counter. He rushed over to it wondering which member of the crew had left him a dirty dish to deal with.

He stopped in front of the pan when he saw it was full, someone had made brownies he felt confused. He then noticed the box of tea next to it. The tea looked expensive. He picked it up and read over the container. He realized it was a tea that he'd put back after he realized he didn't have the budget for it a few islands ago. His eyes finally landed on the little slip of paper resting on the top of the brownies. 

“Happy Birthday Darling” he read glancing down to the signature. He felt his heart raced as he read (y/n)’s name. When had she had the time to make this? He looked around the kitchen trying to find evidence of her baking but it was spotless. 

He hugged the note to his chest, feeling tears in his eyes. He hadn't expected much for his birthday. This was so much more than what he expected. He decided to not start his prep for breakfast yet. He brewed himself a cup of his new tea, cut himself a brownie, lit a cigarette, and sat down. He could take a bit of time to appreciate the gift.

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You were pulled out of bed by Nami at  7 a.m. You were honestly in no mood to be awake, that was until you remembered that it was Sanji’s birthday. You got up stretching and yawning.

You and Nami walked to the kitchen together. You couldn't wait to see how Sanji had reacted to your little surprise. Before you entered the kitchen you whispered into Nami’s ear, “Don't forget to tell Sanji happy birthday.”

 She rolled her eyes at you… hard.

Then the two of you walked in. “Good morning Sanji.” You smiled at him.

Sanj slowly and deliberately walked across the kitchen to stand in front of you. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before hugging you. “Thank you, princess,” he whispered kissing your forehead and walking away, A trickle of blood running from his nose.

Marco:

You were sick, you had a fever, your nose was running and you had the chills. You stumbled from the room you shared with Marco to the infirmary. You knew he had to be there since he wasn't in the room with you. You always got needy when you were sick.

You made it there to see Marco working on paperwork. He was slumped over at his desk working like there was no tomorrow. You knew his work was important but at the moment you couldn't care less about it. You just wanted your lover to come cuddle with you and make you feel a little better.

“Darling,” you whimpered as you made it to his desk, “Will you come cuddle with me?” you sounded absolutely pathetic. If your voice alone had not convinced him to come to bed with you then the way you looked forced his hand. You had a pout on your face the comforter of your shared bed wrapped around you. 

Marco looked up from the paperwork he was working on, “You really shouldn't be out of bed.” he said a smile on his lips as he shook his head.

“I don't wanna be alone. Darling, please come to bed with me.” The pout on your face mixed with the flush of fever made you look more than cute.

Marco laughed, you only ever called him darling when you wanted him to do something for you. He wanted to pretend like it wasn’t an effective strategy but couldn't. Whenever you called him darling he was putty in your hands, “OK my little bird I'll come back to bed with you.” he sighed.

Your pout turned into a smile as you heard his words, “Thank you.” Even with your slightly scratchy voice, Marco found your voice soothing.

Marco stood up from his desk and walked over to you. He easily swept you off of your feet, carrying you bridal style, “Let's get you back to bed before you share this cold with someone.” he had no worries about getting sick himself, ever since he ate the phoenix phoenix fruit he was immune to most colds and illnesses.

“If you leave me there I'm gonna follow you.” You leaned into his chest closing your eyes already feeling sleepy.

Marco just shook his head. He knew for a fact you weren't joking. He sighed, for the sake of the crew he’d better stay with you. He tried to be upset about having to stay in bed with you but he couldn't manage it.

Buggy

You laid in bed next to Buggy. Your lover had his back to you as he slept You had had a nightmare and couldn't get yourself to fall asleep. You didn't want to wake him up, but you really wanted him to hold you. You didn't need to talk about the nightmare you just needed to be in his arms. You hesitantly reached a handout and shook his shoulder, “Please wake up darling.” you whispered.

Buggy was usually a heavy sleeper but the fear in your voice made him instantly roll over. With sleep still fogging his senses he asked, “What’s the matter, honey?” he looked at you with tired but concerned eyes.

“I'm sorry to wake you but would you please just hold me?” you asked in a soft and apologetic voice.

Buggy studied your face for a long moment before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. It didn't take a genius to tell you were upset. The look you had on your face was heartbreaking, “Don't be,” he mumbled, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong now or in the morning.” his voice sounded grumpy but you could tell he truly did want to make you feel better.

“In the morning darling,” you close your eyes already feeling like you could sleep again, “please just go back to sleep.” You kissed his cheek.

He grunted in response holding you tighter. He would sleep now, but in the morning he'd find out what had upset you. You were his flashy little partner and he would not neglect you. It did not take him long to fall back to sleep.

The sound of his heart and the feeling of his chest rising and falling quickly calmed you down. You found it much easier to sleep. You found yourself falling back to sleep rather quickly.

[azzibuckets]

Paper Rings [Part 5/10 | Paige Bueckers]

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: the morning after

a/n: i love making people cry so some pretty angsty stuff up ahead 😁 forgive me for turning paige into a slight asshole

word count: 1.8k

masterlist w/ all parts

FLASHBACK: 1 YEAR AGO

The green LED light on Paige’s alarm clock blinked 3:07 AM. Paige had been up for the past two hours. Tossing and turning seemed like the right phrase, but she didn’t want to wake you, so all the turmoil stayed inside her head.

A burst of warmth ran through her body and flooded her senses whenever she looked at you. You were curled up against her side, lightly snoring. You looked so soft in the moonlight, and Paige wanted to take a photo of you like this and ingrain it inside her brain. But her mind’s been running non stop for the past 120 minutes, overcome with regret over what you two had just done.

Paige had always known of her tendencies. She wouldn’t call herself a player, because she never intentionally led girls on. She always made it clear to her one night stands what they were - a hookup, with no strings attached. But some girls never seemed to get it. Every so often there would be someone who got attached to Paige after just one night together and ended up leaving her apartment in tears, cursing her name. She hated when that happened, hated seeing them cry.

So she vowed to herself never to sleep with you. Not because she didn’t want you, because God knows how many sleepless nights she spent in this very bed, dreaming about the pink of your lips and the curve of your hips. But because she knew how complicated things would get. Your friendship was the one thing that had remained stable in Paige’s life the past few years. There mere thought of losing you made her heart pound and head throb.

So Paige had stayed strong. Never mind all those moments where her hands had lingered on your waist a little too long, or the fact that the wallpaper of her lock screen and home screen were both pictures with you, or the fact that you were the only person pinned on her messages app besides her family. She knew she couldn’t have you.

Paige brushed a strand of hair from your eyes, letting the pad of her thumb trail down your cheek. You stirred in your sleep, a smile drifting faintly across your lips, and shifted closer to her, burying your face in her abdomen. And in that moment, Paige realized two things.

#1. She was in love with you. Yeah, she’d always loved you as a friend. You were thoughtful and supportive, a best friend a person could ask for. But beyond that, you made her feel seen. To you, Paige wasn’t just a basketball player or a pretty face. You had broken through her barriers and made the effort to know her on every level, and that was what Paige in love with you.

#2. She didn’t deserve you. Paige thought back to all those times she’d canceled on movie nights because somehow she’d ended up again at the bar with her teammates, flirting with pretty girls while the prettiest girl sat alone in her room. Or when she’d briefly dated Anna, who had apparently been cold to you for their entire relationship, always making snide comments when Paige wasn’t around. But you had saw how happy Paige was (but not as happy as she was whenever she was with you), and had kept silent, not wanting to ruin Paige’s relationship. And even though Paige had broken up with Anna as soon as she’d found out about her behavior, she couldn’t quiet the voices in her head blaming her for letting someone treat you like that. You were the best person in the world, Paige thought. And you deserve someone who can give you all of that. Not me.

So after having come to those two conclusions, Paige knew what she had to do.

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You woke up in a daze. Checking your phone, you realized it was only 8 AM. Tired, you slumped back into the pilllow. The events of last night only came back to you when you moved the sheets of Paige’s bed and saw your bra.

You couldn’t help but smile as memories of fisted sheets, shaking legs, and hands intertwined in each other’s hairs came flooding back. You pressed your fingers to your lips, the lips that Paige had kissed over and over again just hours before. You and Paige had slept together, and everything had felt so right. And god, that was the best head you’d ever gotten.

Getting up, you heard clattering in the kitchen and footsteps outside. Assuming it was Paige, you didn’t bother to cover up when the door swung open, but your mouth fell open when you came face to face with Azzi.

“Oh my god!” Azzi shrieked. Both of you stared at each other for a second before you grabbed the comforter off Paige’s bed to cover your body. “Get out, get out, get out!” you yelled.

Azzi slammed the door. Heart beating fast, you rushed to find your clothes. “Did I just see what I thought I saw?” Azzi yelled from the other side of the door.

“Azzi Fudd, I will smack you,” you yelled back as you started to pull on your jeans.

“Did you and Paige sleep together?” She screamed. “Oh my god, she’ll kill me if she finds out I walked in on you like this.”

You fiddled with the buttons on your jeans. “That’s why we’re gonna keep this a secret. You’re not gonna tell anyone we slept together.”

“What?! But now Aaliyah and Nika owe me twenty dollars,” she complained.

You tugged on your shirt. “I’m gonna pretend that you didn’t just tell me that three of our closest friends made a bet on us sleeping together.” You opened the door and glared at a sheepish Azzi. “Now where the hell is Paige?”

“I dunno. I heard her leaving an hour ago. I thought I was home alone. You scared the shit out of me,” Azzi side eyed your sex and bed hair, and you ran your hand through it, trying to make it look less messy. “So, how was it?” Azzi leaned towards you with a sly smirk on her face. “Was it good?”

“Oh my god, Azzi.” You pushed her out of the way and grabbed your purse from the couch. “I’m leaving. You better keep your mouth shut.”

“No promises!” Azzi called after you, cackling as you left the apartment.

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5 DAYS LATER

“Open the fucking door, Bueckers.” You rapped on the door of Paige’s apartment, impatiently tapping your foot as you waited.

After you heard noises from inside but she still refused to open the door, you knocked even harder. “I know you’re in there, asshole. Azzi told me you’ve been in here the entire day.”

Finally the door swung open, and I laid eyes on Paige for the first time since we’d slept together 5 days ago. Her hair was in a messy low bun, and she was wearing her grey UConn sweatpants and a sports bra. You ignored the blush that rose from your neck from seeing her bare abdomen, all sculpted and taut, and instead glared at her.

“What the fuck, Paige? You haven’t responded to any of my texts and calls in the last week. Are you seriously ghosting me?” You pushed past her into the apartment.

Paige stared at you, still not saying anything. The last five days had been hell. You knew that sleeping with your best friend would change things. It would be awkward, and unsure, but you and Paige have always been able to figure everything out. So you didn’t expect for her to drop all communication with you, leaving you alone in bed the morning after and then ignoring all your attempts to talk to her after.

Paige smirked at you, but it wasn’t tantalizing and seductive like the last time you saw her. It was sharp, calculated, like she knew something that you didn’t. “Damn, I was that good, wasn’t I?”

“Paige, I need you to be serious right now.” Your voice was rising in pitch, your frustration showing. “We need to talk about us.”

Paige folded her arms, and she had never looked so distant. “What is there to talk about?”

You pushed her, not hard, but enough for her to stumble back. “Okay, so you fucked your best friend, and now you don’t even wanna talk about it?”

Paige swallowed, and she looked away. “We lost in the Final Four that night.”

“Yeah, so?” Your face was flushed red with anger, and you felt hot all over. “What’s that gotta do with anything?”

She turned back to look at you. Her face was impassive now, and you wondered at who this girl in front of you was. It seemed like you didn’t even know her, this version of Paige. “It was a tough game,” she said curtly. “I needed to blow off some steam, and you were there.”

I needed to blow off some steam, and you were there.

You physically recoiled. Those words resounded in your mind, ricocheting from every corner, repeating itself until you went numb. You tasted something bitter in your mouth, a confirmation of what you had been worrying yourself sick about 24/7 for the past several days. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Paige regarded you coolly. “I’m starting to get the feeling that you thought that night was a declaration of love or something. I mean yeah, you weren’t bad for your first time, but it was just sex.”

A jumble of something terrible and bitter began brewing in your stomach. It was a mixture of anger, and horror, and shock and pain, threatening to spill over. You didn’t know whether you wanted to sob or throw up. That night you had basically admitted to Paige that you had wanted her for so long but…had you been so foolish to believe that she actually liked you back?

“You’re really nothing but a slut, huh,” you scoffed. You felt like a dagger was stabbing you, brutally piercing you in the heart as those words were spit from your mouth, but you were so angry, so furious, you couldn’t stop. “You don’t care about anything but getting laid. You’re so fucking shallow.”

For a moment, you thought you saw hurt flash through Paige’s eyes. But she quickly recovered, and her face turned stony again. “I’m not the one who was like a little fan girl, so desperate that you jumped on me as soon as I gave you the chance.” Her lip curled.

We, whatever we were, were over, and we both knew it. We were throwing out insults, maiming each other in an attempt to mollify our own hurt. We were drowning, and you knew it, god you knew it, your lungs felt on fire and you felt like you were losing everything in my life all at once. And you were too weak to stop it. Too cowardly to apologize, to take all your words back, to tell her you loved her so much, that you would be willing to stay friends and only friends and ignore the fact that you were heads over heels for her, just so she would stay in your life and you could go back to what you were before you made the most stupid decision of your lives.

But none of that came out. Instead, you said words that you didn’t mean.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, Bueckers. I fucking hate you.”

“Gladly.”

[bloodyjuls-blog]

I was so stupid

Leah Williamson X Reader

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: part 2 of goodbye my lover. If you read it you know what I mean in case of not it's just pure angst. This seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel

Lucy POV

I woke up at 5 in the morning because I had to go to training at 8, I looked at my phone and realized that y/n had called me 3 times. I was quite worried because I was the only person (Ona too, but not at the same level of intensity) who had been with her in those difficult moments such as a divorce and the separation from her son. Little Sage who is such a sweetheart and Y/n too and now because of Leah's stubbornness they’re not together makes me quite angry.

I decide to call y/n back but she sends me to inbox, so weird. Yesterday I spoke to her and she told me that she was going through a bad time and that the pains in her chest had returned. Knowing that I am in Barcelona and she is in London makes me even more nervous because she could suffer a cardiac arrest and not have anyone to help her with it and now even less cause Leah apparently turned everyone against her. I don't understand.

Leah POV

*Beep beep beep*¨

Who in their right mind calls at 5 am on a Friday. “Hello” I said in a rather sleepy tone. Sage hadn't slept well, I felt him agitated. He always sleeps peacefully. “Hi Leah, I'm Lucy,” she tells me in a worried tone. “What's wrong Lucy? looks at the hours” I said calmly. “It's Y/N, I'm worried because she's been calling me in the early morning and I want to know how yesterday's conversation with her went?” she says worriedly. “Well, the talk has gone well, a bit of a farewell tone, but very normal. She also called me this morning too, although she seemed like drunk or drugged, her voice sounded very weird,” she says in a stern voice. “No Leah, how can you think that, she is doing those things that are on TV or in the gossip magazines. She is like this because the divorce and now you have left her without a job. Are you stupid or what?” Lucy says super angry. “Oi, calm down or I'll hang up on you, these are not the hours to argue, girl” I say calmly. “Leah, for God's sake, y/n could have suffered a cardiac arrest and you didn't even realize it, did your new girlfriend whitewash everything you felt for y/n? Have you realized how bad she has had it since she was kicked out of the club because of you and since it wasn't enough for you, you kicked her out of the house without even being able to take a jacket and her wallet, having to listen to her at 3 in the morning heartbroken because she doesn't know what she was going to do without you, you know that she has been living in a seedy hotel for 3 months since you kicked her out of the house? The sad nights when she misses her baby?…" Lucy says very seriously. "I'm sorry Lucy, I didn't know anything about that, I've been very selfish, but it all came down to me anyway, the absence, the times she ignored my presence and focused only on Sage, I've also missed her a lot, Lucy". I say in a worried tone. “Leah, I need you to go to The White Heart Hotel, which is 8 minutes from your house, ask the front desk for room 203 and make sure y/n is okay. Please". She says in a tone that I can't understand. "Okay, I’ll go now I’ll text you later" I say, worried but willing to collaborate.

"God y/n, I hope you're okay, damn it, why I didn’t pay you more attention, if something happens to you, I won't forgive myself" I say to myself.

Once I arrive at the hotel, which looks very seedy.

“Hello,” I ask at the reception, a little agitated. "Hello Miss. How can we help you,” the girl tells me without flinching. “Mmm yes, I'm coming to visit my friend y/n who is staying in room 203” I say nervously. “Miss Leah, I'm afraid that the guest Y/n was taken away by the ambulance a couple of hours ago, due to some cardiac incident, the poor girl was so young and had no one to help her at that time if not for the waiter who heard some noises, it's most likely that right now that girl was dead," the girl says sadly. "Excuse me? But she was fine yesterday when I saw her.” “Miss, I recommend you to go to the hospital where the ambulance took you and ask the corresponding questions there,” she says calmly. “Yes, of course, thank you very much anyway,” I say with a little emotion. “My poor y/n, how is this possible?” I sit in the car and tears come out of my eyes, I feel like the guiltiest person in the world. Instead of listening to her and being with her, the first thing I did is abandon her to her fate and if that's not enough, mess with someone who no matter how good person she is, is not y/n. The mother of my son, the love of my life. How stupid I am for God's sake.

Once at the entrance to the emergency room.

I get out of the car and look in the trunk for a facemask. “Damn, I had a box stored here” I say to myself, exasperated as I search through everything. “Here you are” I say, taking the mask under a pile of documents.

At reception

“Good morning miss, can I help you with something?” The nurse at the reception tells me. “Hey, a couple of hours ago an ambulance brought y/n Y/l/n here and I came to ask how she is” I say nervously. “Are you related to her?” she asks me, looking directly at the computer. “I'm her wife, Leah” I say, already stressed from so many questions. “I understand, at this moment, y/n is undergoing surgery due to a heart failure, if you wish you can wait in the coronary surgery waiting room on the 3rd floor and once the operation is finished a doctor will speak with you directly” she tells me. “Damn, well thanks, in the third one did you say?” I say worried. "Yeah".

It's been three hours since I've been here and the only thing that has changed is that a cardiologist has come to tell me that they are having complications with Y/N, and that her prognosis is reserved, that we have to wait and see how the surgery progresses.

Flashback

“Family of y/n y/l/n” a doctor comes out with a worried look. "Me, doctor, I am her wife, Leah Williamson" I say in a broken tone. “Well, Mrs. Leah, I will be very honest with you, at this moment we are performing a pericardiocentesis on Mrs. Y/n because after the cardiorespiratory arrest she suffered in the early hours of the morning we realized that she had cardiac clog, we have done this procedure several times because the patient keeps coming to a standstill and doesn´t come back. I would like you to notify her other relatives just in case. It should be said that the prognosis is reserved and her evolution will determine if the heart does not clog again, for now I will do everything in my power so that the lady does not die,” he says seriously. While he says that I try to process everything. There are possibilities that my love won’t make it and die, I must tell Lucia.

“Lucy, y/n she is dying, she has suffered several cardiac arrests since this morning and is in surgery she’s not recovering” I say between tears and sadness on the call. “Leah, don't be pessimistic. Ona and I will take the first flight there is to London, we will be with you” she says crying. I'm glad Lucy cares about y/n, they're like sisters from another mother. I settle into the chair and send a WhatsApp to Sophie.

To Sophie

Hey how are you? Sophie, did you leave Sage with my mother?

*Yes, as you told me. All good? *

No, something has happened, but first I must tell you that I can't take this anymore, you are a wonderful girl but I am not in the best place mentally. Sorry Sophie, it's better to leave things here.

*What a coward you are Leah, not telling me in person. Ok, I hope I never see you again*

A few hours later Dr. Flynn himself comes out.

“Leah, y/n she is out of surgery, her prognosis is still guarded but we believe she will make a successful recovery. What worried us most was that being so young and out of nowhere having these moments of trauma and even more so knowing that she has a healthy and fit life” he says less worried. “What exactly does she have? Will she be able to continue playing football? What will the recovery be like?” I said a mile an hour. “Miss, slow down please. Miss y/n will be in the coronary ICU for a while due to the sedation we gave her. What we watched in the echocardiogram, in the blood tests and the chest x-ray is an irregularity in her pericardium hence the surgery, but them also show cardiac arrhythmias which means that she won’t be able to practice any high impact sport, as Upon her recovery, her evolution will be marked by how her heart accepts the changes. Most likely, she will always have to carry oxygen and in the future we can consider the use of a pacemaker to help detect any irregularity. “I understand, can I see it?” I say a little more relaxed. “Of course, come with me here…”

To be continued

[embrosegraves]

ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader  After Fernando’s Big Crash™ the reader helps him remember them “You were my first kiss.” + “Smiling in the middle of a kiss.”

Warnings: mentions the crash from Barcelona testing in 2015. written with female!Reader in mind. pretty sure thats it, could be wrong tho

You hadn’t seen what happened so much as you had heard it happen. Apparently no one knew how the crash had happened. Just that Fernando had somehow crashed out at turn 3. Pre-Season testing had never been so stressful for you. All they entailed was testing the new car on the track, gathering a bit of data for the engineers and then it was off to the first race of the season. 

You had never expected to end up in the hospital waiting for Fernando to wake up in the hospital bed. You were grateful that you had taken lessons to learn Spanish because so far the doctors in Barcelona didn’t speak a lick of English. They tried speaking to you in broken English until you replied back to them in almost perfect Spanish. Eventually, they managed to explain that due to the force of the crash he had sustained, it was likely that some of his memory would be lost. Whether permanently or temporarily, they could not say. It would all depend on when Fernando woke up. 

You thanked the doctors and sat down next to your boyfriend’s hospital bed, clasping his hand in yours. You were worried. Of course you were worried, your boyfriend just crashed and potentially lost every memory of you! You had no idea what you would do if Fernando didn’t remember you. You just had to hope that he would remember who you were. 

Around an hour later, you felt something squeeze your hand. Your head shot up from looking at your phone, turning to see that Fernando’s eyes were slowly but surely opening. You waited until his eyes were fully open before speaking. 

“Fern?” he slowly looked over to you, as if he couldn’t quite tell who you were, “Are you okay?” 

You watched as he licked his slightly dry lips, so you grabbed the cup of water from the bedside and helped him take a sip. 

“Gracias Señorita.” He said. 

“You’ve not called me that since we met for the first time.” Despite the doctors warning you that he might not have all of his memory, it still surprised you to witness Fernando not recognise you. You had been together for 5 years now. 

“Forgive me if this question sounds silly but,” you took a breath to steady yourself, “do you know who I am to you?” 

Fernando frowned at the question. He took a moment to think before answering, “You feel familiar to me. I know that you are important but I cannot remember why.” 

Your face had fallen more and more with each word he spoke. Moving your gaze to the bedsheets, you tried desperately not to let him see the tears welling in your eyes. 

Fernando had seen your tears nonetheless and gripped your hand a little tighter, “Lo siento.” 

“It’s okay.” You wiped the few tears that had fallen and tried to give him a comforting smile when a thought came to you. 

“Could you tell me about us? So I can remember?” 

“Of course I can.” And so you spent the next 45 minutes telling him about everything you had been through in the five years you had been together. How just two weeks ago he had brought up that he wanted to get married someday but that he still wasn’t sure about having children. You told him about how funny you thought the media was when he was racing for Ferrari because everyone wanted to paint him as a womaniser despite being in a very secure relationship. You had even told him about how you had met each other. 

“You were my first kiss, you know?” You said to him. “That New Years party where we met. I had been so shy that night and then you came along at midnight and just kissed me. It was honestly the most fairytale thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“Can you kiss me?” Fernando suddenly asked. Your shock was evident on your face. You weren’t sure why he would ask that. Especially because he didn’t exactly remember being your boyfriend. 

“O-Okay.” You slowly got up and leaned towards him. Gently, you placed your hands on either side of his face, his own hands coming to rest over yours. 

The kiss was slow, and extremely soft. His lips moved with yours and if not for the situation you found yourself in, you would say that it was one of the most romantic kisses you’d ever had. You had honestly not expected a whole lot to happen when you agreed to kiss him. Part of you hoped for something, anything, to click in his head but you weren’t going to hold your breath. 

You definitely didn’t expect for Fernando to start smiling in the middle of kissing you. You went to move away just a little bit, but before your lips could separate Fernando’s hand moved to hold the back of your neck and he pulled you closer than you were before. What was a slow and gentle kiss quickly became passionate and almost desperate. It was like Fernando had been deprived of water in the middle of a desert with how he kissed you.

Finally pulling away from each other, you began to catch your breath. The kiss had taken a turn and quite literally took your breath away. 

“Fern?” You asked, your voice small but hopeful. Looking into his eyes you see love and adoration practically gushing from him. 

“Hola, Mi Reina.” He caressed your face as he spoke to you. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could hear the smile in his words and how he spoke.

“Do you remember?” Your legs felt like jelly. You were so frightened to ask, it didn’t matter that he was using his preferred pet name for you. 

“How could I ever forget about you, Mi Amor?”

The way I had already written pretty much the whole thing, and then STRUGGLED to think of a way to end it with a one-liner.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this one! It's my very first one for Fernando so I'm really hoping I did the request justice.

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

[niafromheaven]

Best of Wives, Best of Women

Paring:AngelicSword (Emilute), past GuitarAngelicSword (Adam x Emily x Lute)

Rating:Teen and up

Themes:Major character death

Plot:Lute knows she's going to die soon. She knows she will be gone before Emily gets up in the morning.

Lute woke up to her alarm. As the commander of the Heavenly Host, she was now in charge of the exterminations. They had an early extermination scheduled for this morning, at 5 AM. She didn't know why, but something about today gave her an off feeling.

She couldn't place it, but she had a feeling that she should cuddle the woman laying next to her before she left.

“Emily...” She shook her wife. “Emy, wake up love...” Lute smiled as the older woman slowly stired. “Lute?” she yawned, stretching out. “What time is it?”

“Almost time for me to leave, hon. I thought I would wake you up to cuddle a little before I left..” Lute scooted closer toward her, and Emily scooted into her embrace, throwing her leg across Lute's thigh. Lute wrapped her wings around the shorter woman, her wings acting as a blanket for the both of them. Before Adam had perished in the extermination 6 months ago today, he used to cover them both up like this as they all three snuggled together.

Now, since he was gone, they had cuddled the same way together. They missed him dearly, that is why, against Emily's worry and wishes, Lute had continued the exterminations. Those demons had taken their lover from them, but no matter what, Emily couldn't bring herself to hate them. Lute, however, could. Lute didn't forgive easily. Lute held grudges.

Her forgiveness didn't stop Emily from being worried, by no means. She had dreaded this day for months.

Minutes passed by, and Lute unwrapped them from her wings. Emily clung onto her, now suddenly full of anxiety.

“Lute... don't go...” Emily whined, bringing herself to look up at her. “Please..”

“Shhh...” Lute shushed her, wiping the forming tears away from her eyes. “It'll be alright, darling.. you'll see me in a couple hours..”

Emily shook her head. “Lute... I'm scared... what if you don't-” She started shaking, burying her face in Lute's chest. “I can't lose-”

Lute put a finger to her chin and lifted her head up. “Hey... You won't. I'll be back in 4 hours, sweetie.” She reassured her, smiling. “You're not going to lose me.”

“You promise?” Emily held her pinky finger out.

“I promise.” Lute intertwined their pinkies together, then they brought their fists to their mouths, kissing on it.

Emily let her go, and Lute got off the bed. “So long as you come home at the end of the day... that would be enough...”

Lute smiled at Emily's words, putting on her uniform and helmet. She started to walk toward the door, before a pair of arms wrapped around her torso, pulling her back flush against the woman behind her.

“I love you..” Emily said.

“I love you more.” She turned to face Emily, “Hey, cheer up...” She took Emily's left hand and kissed it, eyeing the wedding ring on her finger. “Best of wives, best of women...”

Emily giggled, as Lute placed a kiss to her lips.

And before Emily could say anymore, she was gone.

But that's okay. She'd be back in 4 hours.

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4 hours passed.

Then 6.

Then 10.

Lute should have been home so many hours ago. Where was she?

Emily sat in their living room. 5 more hours passed. Then a day. She had tried calling Lute's phone, it always went to voicemail.

Maybe if she texted?

Wifey❤

[Hey Lulu? It's been a day, is everything okay?] sent at 11AM

[Lulu, when are you coming home? I miss you..] sent at 1230AM

[Lute,please come home...] sent at 1023PM

None of her texts were ever read. Reality slowly set in for Emily as she realized...

She was gone.

Lute was never coming home.

Ever.

Adam was gone. They had lost him. Now Lute was gone... Emily was completely alone now, without her wife and husband.

Emily buried her head in her hands, falling back and curling up in a ball. Why? Why her? Why them? Why did this have to happen?

She grabbed a pillow, hugging it to her chest. She then wrapped her wings around herself in a protective blanket. In her mind, she was cuddling Lute while Adam wrapped his wings around both of his best girls. They were happy. They were together.

They were alive.

Now, Emily had another halo to add to the one sitting in the drawer in the bedroom... if it had even made it back to Heaven.

Adam was gone. Lute was gone.

All Emily had left now were memories.

Memories of what once was, and what could have been.

End

[happy-mokka]

Hi there.

I'd like to start with a warning first: Beware!

I'm rather new to tumblr, so if what will come next turns out to be total bs, I hope you all get out of this unscathed, forget we ever crossed paths and will be able to go on with your beautiful lives.

If you're still here, you'll about to hear the nice and accurate story of a guy that stumbled naively into a Good Omens binge watching weekend and came out forever changed.

Roughly 4 weeks ago I was asking friends what they were watching currently. I needed new material to turn to.

That's when it happened.

One of them casually brought up Good Omens on Prime.

I should give it a try.

Angels, demons. Terry Pratchett. Neil Gaiman.

Ok. I like fantasy. I like good story telling. I have an odd sense of bad humour.

I decided to give it a try.

To my eternal shame I have to confess, that until lately I hadn't read a single line written by both Pratchett and Gaiman.

I've read thousands of books. My love for them is so widely spread over all genres, that it simply did never happen. There was always some other book and author that came next.

Oh, how blind and ignorant I have been. I now clearly see the grave error of my ways.

If you can't forgive me, that's ok. I'm having a hard time myself doing so.

Be that as it may, I'm currently reading Good Omens and won't stop there. I promise.

Update notice 2024-06-03 I am now 6 books into Neil Gaimans works, last one was this...

Update notice 2024-08-02

It's been now a few weeks since the allegations on sexual abuse by Neil Gaiman came to light. As a fan of his work I am devastated. As a decent human being I absolutely stand with the victims. Will I continue reading or watching his work? Well, I still have some books on my to-do shelf stack that I already bought and would not want to waste them. So I will read them at some point. Won't buy new ones, however.

As for shows he's involved with, I will continue watching them, if with the given circumstances anything new comes out at all... Too many good people are involved and invested in the works, that don't deserve punishment for his doings.

Good Omens was nothing short than life changing for me. I will never stop cherishing it and the person who brought it into my life (and I certainly don't mean Gaiman by this).

So, where was I?

Right.

Binge watch session of Good Omens season 1.

Saturday evening. Around 9:30pm.

Episode 1 wasn't even running for 5 minutes and I was already sucked right into it.

Frances McDormand's God intro and the garden eden scenes.

I was instantly in love.

Michael Sheen had already been one of my favorites. His first minutes as Aziraphale directly hit home.

David Tennant was familiar but I also hadn't been into Doctor Who, so it took another 5 minutes to also fall for Crowley...

The path was set and I started to deep dive in.

6 hours, 6 episodes, 1 Antichrist and 1 almost Armageddon later I crawled into bed on early Sunday morning to get at least a few hours of sleep. I fell asleep with an almost idiotic grin on my face and a feeling of deep content.

Only 5 hours later, technically still Sunday morning, I woke up, prepared a coffee infusion and switched the TV back on.

There were important deeds to be done. Episodes to be watched.

I could sleep later.

Narrator: No, he would NOT sleep later...

I again immediately fell for the 2 celestials.

The slightly different arc, no dramatic catastrophe on the horizon, instead beautifully written side characters and wonderful new details on the two main protagonists...an evolving love story that had already been clearly visible in season 1...

And god, or Satan, HOW I LOVED JON HAMM as Jimbriel...

I again ended up binge watching the whole season, only interrupted by a few coffee and bathroom breaks.

6 hours later. The end credits were already over for like an eternity and I hadn't moved. Just sitting there, all goosebumps and teared-up.

I ate something. Had to. Don't really remember tasting anything or remembering what I actually had.

I was dumbstruck.

The friend that had suggested to start watching GOs, hadn't let out much more detail, so I hadn't been prepared in the least, for the emotional train wrecked state it had pushed me into.

Hours later I finally fell into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning before work I just sent Tori Amos' Nightingale in Berkeley Park to my GOs friend followed by a ❤️, as a signal that I had watched it all and let her know that there was no need anymore to hold back with talking out of fear to spoiler me.

We had lunch together and spent the whole time rambling on our GOs induced emergency emotional state and the whole beauty of especially Gaiman's season 2.

The next days we kept randomly talking about GO before she pinpointed me to tumblr, in case I wanted to dare a real deep dive into GO fandom.

So here I am now. A week's passed. I've spent hours of reading so many amazing posts around here. So many eye-opening moments.

I'm not only speaking of all those perfect interpretations of GO and it's characters.

What impressed me so much more is the fabulous energy especially radiating from the queer community.

Not being queer, only having a few queer friends, I hadn't really realized, just how big a thing GO in general and season 2 in particular was for you.

Update notice - 2024/04/10

Attention! This installation of base module "Sexuality" is currently being updated to a more flexible one...work in progress...

Update notice - 2024/07/03

At an age where my eyeglasses turned bifocal, I finally came to the realization, that not only my eyes celebrate the duality of life. In fact my whole being did it for as long as I can think back. It is astonishing, how efficiently one can get used to ignore feelings, that society considers unseemly. So, finally, this is me here, bi and queer🌈.

I was raised to walk earth open-minded, to respect everyone, no matter of religion, gender, nationality and sexual orientation. This is so deep a part of my DNA and personality, that GO for me was just a beautiful story about the blind following of religion, the meaning of life and, most of all, love.

Both protagonists are played by male actors and apparently being in an ages long repressed gay relationship? I didn't even consider this unusual or anything else than normal.

2 immortals fall deeply in love, first into humanity, life on earth and then finally into one another, while trying to overcome all the madness of belonging to two opposing sides of the same medal.

A great parable on the pursuit of happiness. Skillfully written for the screen and perfectly casted and played.

Well that was then.

Now I see you and I have to thank you, for opening my mind even further.

For giving so much joy so generously, although every day is still a fight for your rights.

For giving me a space here among you and the chance to delve some more in beautiful minds and fanfiction.

So, if you're still here and reading this, maybe it was not all bs. Maybe it gave you some minutes of entertainment and distraction from every day's stress and problems.

It sure was for me.

I'll end this with some favorite Shakespeare quotes, although now I'm not so sure any more, if not some red haired demon might have actually written this...

"If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber’d here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends."

☘️

A Midsummer Night's Dream - William Shakespeare

🔻🔻🔻

More personal middle aged ramblings:

👉🏻 birthday meldown 2024 🔥

👉🏻 my year in books 📚

👉🏻 1 year anniversary of Good Omens 😇😈

[rorilisa]

Gravity Falls fanfic idea

Okay, so I had the idea for this fanfic last summer and I finally wrote something, so let me know what you think! This is just a preview, a little Chapter 0 if you will. Let's see if I can actually manage updates this time! Oh also, I didn't really proofread, and I wrote this like five minutes ago so please forgive any errors. Future chapters (should they come to exist) will be a lot more thought out and edited. Thanks for reading!

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Dipper should have known things could only stay relatively normal for so long in Gravity Falls. It was suspicious how calm the summer of their senior year was, even more suspicious that their first couple of days at Gravity Falls High School passed by without incident. Being the new kid in school isn’t so bad when you’ve been through an actual apocalypse with most of your grade, even if everyone pretty much pretended Weirdmageddon never happened (as was required by “Never Mind All That” Act). Things were going well with Pacifica, the friendship the two decided to continue after their summer fling two years ago still going strong. Mabel was already two weeks ahead on assignments and searching for a new crush to focus her remaining attention on, currently transfixed by a red-haired girl in their history class that Dipper playfully called “Mabel’s Wendy”. 

Everything was going really, genuinely, actually well. Too well. Almost so incredibly well that Dipper nearly missed the subtle changes that started the week before school began. The gnomes, who paid many visits to the woods around the Mystery Shack, were suddenly gone. Before their first day of senior year, Dipper had gone searching for an hour to no avail. They were nowhere to be found. Not only that, all magical wildlife seemed to be missing from the forest surrounding the Shack, yet when he searched the forest on the other side of town, magical creatures were lurking about everywhere. When Dipper brought it up to Great Uncle Ford, he was brushed off quickly, the older man too busy writing up plans for his next voyage with Stan. 

The next thing he found that night was a newly built house, about 5 miles from the Mystery Shack. It was a beautiful piece of architecture, floor to ceiling windows on every wall and a wrap-around porch that was covered with perfectly placed ivy. Dipper had no idea anyone was moving so close to them, yet when he asked Gruncle Stan about it, he was once again brushed off, given only the information that some ‘rich schmuck’ had built the place and moved his large family into it without so much as a hello to the neighbors (the Mystery Shack was the only building anywhere near the new house, so Dipper didn’t blame them for stopping by). 

Wednesday started just like all the other unnaturally normal days of the now past summer break. Dipper woke up, got dressed, made himself his normal breakfast of a piece of toast with peanut butter and bananas, then went out for his normal morning expedition. Then, he drove himself and Mabel to Gravity Falls High in his 2005 Honda Civic that he swore was a magical creature itself considering how well it was holding up, especially after the Lilliputtian infestation of 2014. He parked in his normal spot, not specifically assigned to him but it might as well have been, and the twins made their way into their shared homeroom. The sky was gray today, something that differentiated it from the first two days of the week but there was nothing surprising about a cloudy day in Oregon. First period passed, then second and third, but it was fourth period where things began to noticeably shift. 

Dipper had been focused for the first three periods on writing notes in his own field journal, creating an updated version of Journal 2, but in fourth period he finally began to catch on to the whispers. 

“What’s going on?” He leaned over and asked Pacifica, who was diligently taking notes on Mr. Blandley’s boring class lesson as always. She looked over at him with a slight glare, annoyed that he was talking in class but too much of a gossip not to answer.

“How have you not heard yet? There are like, five new kids and they’re all hot.” She responded, before her eyes slid to the front of the room where a girl Dipper had never seen before was sitting. She had long, wavy blond hair and was wearing designer clothing he swore he’d seen in Pacifica’s closet. Speaking of, the blond next to him looked positively envious of the girl now stealing all of the attention in the classroom, a mixture of jealousy, fury, and lust in her eyes. As if she could feel the stare on her back, the new kid turned her head to lock eyes with Pacifica, then Dipper, and the boy had to hold back a gasp. Her eyes were unnaturally gold, gold enough that for a moment, Dipper was confronted with flashbacks of puppets and triangles and a summer of chaos. But just as quickly as she looked back, she returned her attention to Mr. Blandley. 

Trying to shake himself out of the bad memories, Dipper attempted to focus back on his journal, but his mind was now stuck on the blond girl sitting 4 seats ahead of him. Something wasn’t right, and he felt a chill crawling down his spine that he knew all too well meant something was coming, something bad. 

The rest of fourth and fifth period dragged on until finally Dipper could rejoin Mabel in the cafeteria. After getting their lunches, they made their way to their normal table where Pacifica and Candy were already sitting, talking amongst themselves while glancing at a table in the back of the busy lunchroom.

“Did you have classes with any of them??” Mabel suddenly asked excitedly when they took their seats, and Dipper furrowed his brows before remembering the golden stare of the girl. 

“Oh, the new kids? Um yeah, Pacifica and I did in history. Something was off about her-” He began to say before his sister's eager voice cut him off.

“They’re all so hot! Like models hot! There’s no way they’re highschoolers I mean- look at them!” She said before not so subtly gesturing to the table where all five of these new students sat, picking at food on trays and surveying the room with matching golden eyes. Dipper furrowed his brows and watched them before a girl with short, choppy brown hair met his eyes and he quickly looked away. 

“Who are they?” He asked, still feeling incredibly unsettled about their odd appearances, but also the unnatural beauty that he’d be a fool not to notice. He focused on Candy as she answered, pushing up her glasses while smiling, looking away from the table of models to look at him.

“They’re the Cullens.” 

[gladdygirl18]

This one is gonna be somewhat of a quick TTS, but knowing me, its gonna end up being longer than expected

TW: slight angst, mention of sex

Blue me, orange BF

So about a few days ago, either Monday or Tuesday, my boyfriend went to the mall and I had gotten some pokemon cards. We have this thing where we would buy them and open them together.

well.... i got a little impatient and opened a few without him. in the end we opened the rest of them but on the drive back to his place, i could tell he was upset cuz the drive was too quiet. When we got back to his house, he had this upset and disappointed look on his face, and it was almost frightening. Making this clear, he didn't yell at me or strike me (he is not that kind of boyfriend at all)

after i apologized and said that if he was upset still, I was going to give him some space. he then had me sit on his lap and had a talk about patience, and i absolutely felt horrible because (side rant) my boyfriend and I are waiting to have sex on our marriage night because of my religion. I'm Christian and waiting until marriage to have sex is a deal breaker for me. If you are not willing, then we're not meant to be together, and my boyfriend is willing to wait however long it takes. Yeah, he talks about what he wants us to do on our marriage night, but have we ever did it? Nope. He always tells me im worth the wait, which is why he is waiting

This is something big that he is waiting for with me, and I felt awful cuz i couldn't wait 5 minutes for him to open pokemon cards. After he went upstairs to grab something to eat, I had basically curled up into the corner of the couch and kinda wept silently (i am a very emotional person and if i do smth that isn't "acceptable" or right or if i accidentally and unintentionally upset someone, I tend to let it eat away at me and i cry)

I then kinda fell asleep for a bit and then I just hear my boyfriend saying "Glas, I'm here. I love you. Don't apologize I'm here. It's ok"

I woke up in sweat and tears and laying in my boyfriend's arms.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah, w-what happened?"

He just shook his head and pulled me closer. Then I started tearing up again, saying over and over "I'm sorry. I should've waited you. You're waiting with and for me for something big and I can't even wait for you to open pokemon cards."

"Hey hey, its okay. I forgive you. I was a little upset yeah, but I shouldn't have expressed it as if i was angry at you. I'm sorry. You have nothing to apologize for."

For like half an hour, I just kept crying and saying "I'm sorry" because I genuinely felt so bad for what I did, even though it was something so small, it was something we did together and i kinda ruined it by not waiting to do it with him.

After I finally calmed down, my boyfriend scooped me in his arms, "are you feeling better, honey?"

"a little..."

"good enough for me!"

he then starts tickling me all over (side rant but related) whenever I am tired or feel emotionally drained (especially after crying a lot) I literally become numb to tickles. Like its just a weird sensation that doesn't make me laugh, giggle, or squirm. My boyfriend is very persistent though, and always knows how to break through that numbness.

"Come on, baby, please laugh."

he then moved to my feet, tore off my socks, and started tickling them. I will say I was squirming a lot, but I wasn't laughing.

"I really need to buy you those cuffs.... that way I can tickle you mercilessly!"

AEUTUWNFNAFUGE I CANT WITH HIM 😭😆💖

The way he said that made him sound so silly and goofy. He then started tickling my thighs, sides, armpits, my neck, and he was just cooing teases at me.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" "Coochie coo!" "Tktktktktk!"

When he started tickling the spot near my waist and hip, I finally started laughing, and my boyfriend couldn't help but laugh along. I remember sliding off the couch with my top part hitting the floor, and ofc, my boyfriend took advantage of that and started tickling me until I fell on the ground.

After that, we went into the kitchen to heat up some late night dinner. I then reached up and hugged him, "Thanks for that, and again, I'm really sorry for not waiting."

"Again, you have nothing too apologize for. I don't even like the pokemon cards that much, but I like opening them with you because I know it makes you happy when you get the really rare ones"

I DONT DESERVE HIM 😭😭💖🥰😭💖

so yeah, not much tickling tickling in this but i needed to give the context. sorry if it was a bit on the angsty side, and i will say i was tearing up a bit writing this cuz even now, it still hurts a bit, even tho my boyfriend has forgiven me for it.

More to come, so stay tuned!

tagging: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @otomiyaa @burningablaze @cutesmokes @jettorii

[the-rat-dad-au-fan-story]

Rat Dad AU - Chapter 3 - The return of the feline - (Part 2)

(Warning:English isn't my first language)

Sun: RULE-BREAKER! RULE-BREAKER! YOU ARE BANNED FROM THE DAYCARE. Chuck: Hey wait a minute! I didn't break any rules! Sun: YOU TURN OFF THE LIGHTS! YOU BROKE THAT RULE! Chuck: I didn't touch any light switch. I just grab the security badge and then the lights turn off. Sun: Wait… are you saying that you didn't turn off the lights? Chuck: No. Sun: So who did? Anyone here what's to confess that they broke the rules. FW Pizzacam: Chuck can you hear me? The lights are back on are you guys ok? Chuck: Yes we fine. Sun: Oh! Is that Pizzacam? HI PIZZACAM! FW Pizzacam: Hi Sun. Chuck: You know him? FW Pizzacam: Yes I know him. I meet him 5 days ago when I was testing my tubes. Chuck: You been here in for 5 days? FW Pizzacam: Well I been here for a week. How did you think I knew all the information I'm giving you? Chuck: …Fair point… Sun: I'm sorry Pizzacam but I need to cut this conversation short. I'm trying to find out who is the rule-breaker here. FW Pizzacam: Good luck trying to find they there. Because they not in the Daycare. Sun: How do you know? FW Pizzacam: Because someone used the manual controls in the control room to turn off the lights in the Daycare. Sun: What! The rule-breaker is out there and he tried to frame our new friends?!?! Just you wait when I find this rule-breaker they will sit in the corner for 3 hours! … Chuck I'm so sorry for blaming you for turning off the lights… I hope we can still be friends… Chuck: Hey don't worry. It was a misunderstanding. And yes we can still be friends. Sun: YAY! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR FORGIVING ME! (Sun then hugs Chuck.) Chuck: Hey… no problem… Can you just… you know… don't hug me that hard? Sun: Opps! Sorry. Chuck: Anyway Sun it was nice to meet you but we kinda busy and we need to move. So I guess we see you later. Sun: WAIT! Chuck: …Yes? Sun: Can I go with you guys? I want to help you guys and I want to find this rule-breaker. Chuck thinking: … Should we let him join us? … He lives here so he would be great help to find a exit… But his Moon side can be a problem… I guess we could just avoid making him go in dark places… Chuck: You know what… You can join us Sun. Sun: YAY! Gregory: Are you sure Chuck? Chuck: Yes I'm sure. We just need to avoid making him go in dark places. Gregory: Ok then… We better start moving or somone will find us here. (The squad then exists the Play Area.) Sun: Just a question…. What are you guys doing anyway? Chuck: We trying to help Gregory finding a way out of the Pizzaplex. Sun: … Did you guys ask officer Vannesa for help… or are you avoiding her because of her bad vibes? Chuck: You also feel her bad vibes? Sun: YES! For months now! Ever since a night many months ago I started to feel some bad vibes coming from Vannesa. It was weird because I didn't feel anything like that from her before. And ever since that everyone begin to act weirdly… Ever Moon started to act out of character… That why I made the no turning off lights rule… I actually kinda felt alone… Until you crew started to show up. Oh let me tell your friends have been making me feel so much better! Chuck: That nice to hear… Sun: OH! I just remeber! Chuck you and your 4 friends just woke up here right? Chuck: Ummm… Yes? Sun: That means you haven't see IT yet! Come with me I want to show you 5 something. (The squad follows Sun down the Daycare and they reach a set of doors close to the Fazbear Theater.) Sun: Come on in! Jasper: Are you sure? It looks like what behind those doors is still in maintenance. Sun: They still need to complete some things in here and it isn't open to the public but we still can go inside. (Then Sun opens the set of doors. They all enter in some kind of waiting area that with a desk and a set of 2 doors in each side of the desk. Sun opens the set of doors in the left and enters another room. They all follow him and…) Chuck: WHAT THE-

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

061 of 2025

What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone?

I dropped it to the floor by accident (too many times lol), and it has a scratch on the screen. Thankfully the screen is not broken.

What are your plans for tomorrow?

Physiotherapy, and other than that, I don't know. Hopefully there will be a package to pick up.

Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up?

Yeah, trauma for life. I'm emetophobic.

What kind of outfit are you wearing right now?

I just took a shower, so guess.

Would you go out in public right this moment?

No. I came back 30 minutes ago anyway.

Who was the last person you talked to on instant messenger?

My husband.

Have you ever done something illegal with a family member? What about with your best friend?

Yeah, shoplifted with my sister and I was her idea lol. I should be smarter as the older sibling. We got caught and had a problem.

Would you rather get high or get drunk?

Drunk, but I don't do it anyway.

Would you rather get pregnant at too young an age or never be able to reproduce?

Never be able to reproduce, but yeah, I've never heard of any case of AMAB person getting pregnant anyway.

What was the last thing you cooked?

Baked beans in tomato sauce.

What were you doing 45 min ago?

Sitting in the bus home.

What will you be doing in 20 min?

Probably this survey, or another one.

What did you do yesterday?

I had physiotherapy, cleaned the house and picked up a package.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?

No, I got 7. My neurologist says it's enough and pretty optimal, even for my disorder.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning?

No, but I was drunk anyway.

Are you in a good mood right now?

Decent. Not extremely cheerful, but not sad either. Just chill.

What’s the hardest thing you have done all week?

Surviving at work with not many things to do.

How did you feel when you woke up today?

Confused. Woke up to the alarm because work, and had to get up not fully awake.

Do you want to see someone at this very moment?

Husband is coming back home soon, so yea, I'll see him.

Think of the person who has hurt you the most in the past year, who is it?

Marc, but yeah. Time to move on, but it's awkward to see him at work.

Do you think two people can last forever?

Yeah, think of old married couples. I know the divorce rate is high these days, but still, long)-lasting love is common.

Do you find it in your heart to forgive?

Yeah, but not forget.

Last person you talked to on the phone for longer than 5 min?

Probably my dad, but it was a videochat. I don't talk on the phone longer than 3 minutes anyway.

Are you a morning person or night person?

Morning person. I like having the whole day ahead.

Did you go out or stay in last night?

Go out, like usual. Had physiotherapy anyway.

Who was the last person in your bedroom?

My husband. It's his bedroom, too.

Are you afraid to tell your true feelings?

I'm not good at expressing feelings anyway, so afraid or not, I probably won't do it either way.

Can you honestly say you’re okay right now?

Yes. I got food, I'm clean after the shower, going to bed pretty soon.

How has this past week been for you?

It's Wednesday so half of the week, but it was good and not good at the same time.

Do you currently have a hickey?

No. Haven't had one in months.

Did you ever lose a best friend?

Yeah. Who didn't, I think.

How many piercings do you have?

Nine in total. 6 in ears and 3 on my face.

Do you bump into someone’s arm if you want to hold their hand?

I don't even want to hold hands.

Are you listening to music, if so, what song?

Not right now, I'm watching TV. Polish TV series about a priest.

Favorite part of summer?

Long days and short nights. So June and July.

Where was your default picture taken?

Who knows. Somewhere in the Netherlands.

What is your middle name?

Stijn. Pretty rare these days, even though I know two guys with this name as their first name and one is younger than me.

What color underwear are you wearing?

Black, but I'm after the shower.

What color shirt are you wearing?

None. It's warm here.

Ever had a near death experience?

Yeah, while I got brain haemorrhage. Horrible thing to experience.

Have you ever kissed in the rain?

Probably, but I don't even remember.

What is your natural hair color?

Dark brown. Utterly boring.

Could you handle living with the last boy you texted?

Lol. We're married, so I have to live with him every day anyway.

What are you excited for?

Tattoo appointment in 6 days. Yay!

Have you been to the beach this year?

Yeah, once in Wenduine. Yes, it's January.

What makes you happy?

Cats, the sea, my job, people around me, trains, the radio, random acts of kindness, hot baths, meeting with friends, fresh bed sheets, giving small gifts to my loved ones, books, music, my comfort food, feeling the sun on my face, personal achievement.

Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy?

I went to the beach.

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking weed?

Never smoked weed in my life, so why wouldn't I.

Held hands with anyone in the past month?

No. I don't like holding hands.

Would you put your life on the line for anyone?

Who knows how I would behave in such a moment. Humans are complicated beings.

When’s the last time you did something you knew was wrong?

Can't remember. If I did something wrong, it wasn't on purpose.

Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?

Maybe, or maybe not. Who knows. The question is, what are they thinking. Good or bad?

Are there any bruises/cuts on your body?

As always. I get bruises even from stupidest things, most of my bruises I don't even know where they come from.

How late did you stay up last night?

Until 22:00. Had to go to work today.

Do you want someone to call you right now?

Nope, absolutely not.

Are you a loud person?

No, unless I'm with friends.

Are you a shy person?

No, just autistic.

Does it take a lot to make you cry?

Yeah. Last time I cried was when my beloved cat passed away.

If your parents didn’t like the person you were dating, would you lose them?

No. Thankfully they're okay with my spouse.

How’s your heart lately?

Still there.

How was Saturday night?

I was sleeping, so I don't know.

Will you be in a relationship in 4 months?

I'm not planning to get divorced.

Are you tan?

No, thankfully I'm not.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for 3 months?

I've been with the same person for almost 7 years and counting. What a silly question.

Think a lot before you fall asleep?

Always. I let my thoughts float.

[skiasurveys]

Where did you get the pants you are wearing from? not wearing pants Do you find smoking unattractive? no, but like sometimes seeing a man with a cigar or a cig just looks hot but the actual act..isnt lol Have your parents ever searched your personal belongings? Nope, i dont think so Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? probably but I would def miss it Is there someone you’ll never forget?

yes

Do you miss someone right now?

Yes. Last time you were on the phone? like a few days ago (if u mean like phone call) Do you get distracted easily? yes i have adhd

Have your parents ever caught you drinking? im an adult so Do you think flirting is cheating? yeah

Do you hate the last girl, other than family, you had a conversation with? no

Who was the last person you sat next to in a car with? Mom Is your room messy or clean? pretty clean except for one pair of shorts on the floor that im too lazy to move rn to put away.

Do you drink tea? not really. 

Wish you could be somewhere else right now? yes, but im okay right What are you listening to right now? im watching a movie! Where did you get your last bruise from? i dont know, i always get them randomly. Are you looking forward to anything? the next episode of the last of us. When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face? im not sure

Whose house where you last at? Kyras

When someone says ‘we need to talk’, what do you think: i fucked up

Tell me what’s on your mind? school. im tired. Will you be in bed before 11 tonight? physically, yes  Do you have a good relationship with your parents? yeah, pretty good How much money did you spend today? None Can you see a cat from where you’re sitting? yes :3 hes right in my lap, under my macbook lol Who was your last text from? my sister What was the last bad thing that happened to your phone? nothing tbh What’s been upsetting you lately? schoooool. im tireddddd Is there anyone getting on your nerves at the moment? nah

Is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind? ummm..yes lmao

Last place you fell asleep other than a bed? couch

Does it take a lot to make you cry? nope, i cry easy

Do you have a dog? no i am allergic Do you like to wear pants? kinda, but i prefer shorts How many people do you trust fully? no one When you’re bored in class, what do you usually do? use my phone lol What’s your favorite color out of these five? Green, Yellow, Blue, Pink: yellow! What was the first thing you said when you woke up today? no idea Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday? hardly. im lucky if i get 5 Ever like someone older than you? always What’s your favorite amusement park? disneyland

Are you cold at this very moment? nah. kinda warm. Do you prefer people who talk a lot or are quiet? it really depends, i rather people do the talking but it depends where i am Is there someone in your life you wish you never met? connor, alan, almost any man How many hours of sleep do you need to function? like 5

What do you think Avril Lavigne is doing at the moment? i dont know...lol What’s one fear are you most paranoid about? never being happy. always struggling. Have you ran into an old friend recently? nope Have you ever had a song stuck in your head for more than a day? always Could you go a whole year without cursing? nope.  Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? tv, i hardly watch tv, and besides now everything u can do on the computer so Have you ever liked someone who had a girl/boyfriend? yeah As of this minute, what is going through your mind? school is rly the only thing, and this movie Does anyone know your password besides you? no Would you ever take someone back if they cheated on you? i dont think so Have you ever ridden a horse? Yes. Are you a patient person? i can be, but sometimes im not... Could you go a day without eating? yeah, and i have (not tryna sound cool) but yk Honestly, are things going the way you planned? no..but theyre going better than i expect Are you a forgiving person? No, I wish I was but i just hold onto it. When you shut off your alarm clock, do you tend to fall back asleep? lol yes What is something you disliked about today? I felt sick for the 68588559th time. but that was it.

When’s the last time you had a headache? last week, they were bad. Is there anything that you are craving right now? no What was the first thing you thought of this morning? about how I had class this morning but it ended up getting canceled. What part of your body hurts right now? none, besides my skin feels a little itchy Is there anyone you would like to just appear at your front door right now? oh pedro pascal pls What is something that you realized today? i realized i did my assignment wrong, but I figured it out real fast Is there someone on your mind that shouldn’t be? not rly. Do you remember who your first crush was? I really dont. ive always liked someone but i remember one of them being this kid named Austin Ever walked into the guy’s bathroom? yup Have you ever cried from being so mad? always What’s a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? eagles Do you have a bad temper? i have bpd lol How many wives or husbands do you want? just one...please lmao What’s the closest pink object to you? my waterbottle  Do you consider yourself lucky? ..yeah i do actually. Whats on your bedroom floor right now? my bra, sleep shorts and my bag Do you trust anyone? no What’s your favorite color gummy bear? red i think What’s the last movie you saw in the theater? Puss in Boots If you could push one person off of a mountain, who would it be? connor Wish you could be somewhere else right now? kinda What color is your iPod? i dont use it anymore, but it was white What should you be doing right now? nothing Do you like roller coasters? yeah! One famous guy you would marry in an instance? pedro pascal

[mattsmithwife]

Playing with Dragons  (DAEMON/RHAENYRA/JACE/AEMOND/AEGON II  x  fem READER) modern AU!  - Chapter I

A/N: English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors. Also my first fanfic on this platform. I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them.

Summary: Living among the Targaryen's may not be an easy task, even more so when the dragons want a piece of meat in common.

TW (For Now): Incest, mention of drug hangover Word Count: 1,788 words

You grew up as a friend/member of the Targaryen family, a family with great political and social acquisitive power. You had moved to China during college, not seeing any of your family or friends in person. You were close to Rhaenyra, who in the first two years always called up you but realized that your life in China was hectic and you had to take care of the internship and studying. So, she just texted when she thought you weren't busy.

It's been 5 years since you went to China and now here you were, at London airport waiting for Aemond. You were watching the news when you felt a presence in front of you, looking up and seeing the man your friend had become. His almost white hair like wolf fur was down the middle of his back, his face looked sculpted, blue one eye with a sharp violet background like a cat's, his chin was long and giving an air of maturity even though he already naturally possessed such a feature.

-No fucking way

You say with your mouth open and smile at him who rolls his eyes playfully, both hug each other in a longing hug, he spins you around in the air like a scene from a cliché movie. The last time you saw each other you were 18 and he was 17, now both 22-years-old and 21-year-old  

-Is it taller? She was so short for an 18-year-old.

-You are so beautiful with your mouth closed, my darling.

-Always so sweet, Y/n Hightower.

Small detail, you were Alicent's younger cousin and not that you're complaining. Alicent always liked you and treated you well, always made sure you felt part of the family, both Hightower and Targaryen.

-Little boy, watch your tongue.

A fact was that Aemond was always into you, even though it was incest, but who would judge? Until two centuries ago the Targaryens came from incest if they did not marry a Velaryon, the second subdivision of the family.

-I'll keep it inside my mouth in case you ever want or need it.

Both leave the airport teasing each other until you see Aegon in the back seat of the car, slightly (very) stoned, sleeping against the glass. Helaena was beside him reading a biology book with headphones. You and Aemond kept the luggage and when they entered, you greeted Helaena with a kiss on the cheek and gave Aegon a flick on the forehead who woke up quickly.

-Helaena you greet with a kiss on the cheek. Don't I get a kiss either?

"No" you three say at the same time. Aegon crosses his arms like a spoiled child and the trip was peaceful to the house Targaryen where the youngest line lived, the others oldest lived in the Red Keep which was 20 kilometres away. Aegon was sleeping, Helaena was listening to music and Aemond was telling you the news.

-So, you put a sapphire?

” These millionaires” you thought to yourself. Remembering Luke's accident with the shotgun, it bounced back so hard that day of hunting that it hit Aemond, causing him to lose one of his eyes. It was a big fight in the family, but fortunately they were resolved, Aemond wouldn't go without his eyepatch near anyone but you.

-I put it on my 18th birthday.

-Did it hurt?

-Not much, healing was more difficult.

-It suits you, the blue colour suits you well.

For a minute you thought you saw Aemond blushing, then you arrived at the mansion, and you saw Luke and Baela in the entrance hall. When you got out of the car, Luke hugged you and you smiled at the youngest, Baela just nodded at you.

- I missed you, Yn.  

- I missed you too, little demon. What have you been up to these last few years?

-This week I set Jace's curtain on fire and I put meat sauce on Aegon's blouse, Vhagar and Caraxes jumped on him and almost left him without clothes.

-And there will be a return.     - Aegon says when he gets out of the car and stretches.

He pulled you away from Luke and Baela, before you could talk to Baela, and took you inside the house to the leisure area where the garden, pool and jacuzzi were located. The servants took your bags and were going to take you to your room.

-Since you're going back to live with us, we have a new rite of passage. Designed exclusively for you.

-And what would be?

He just smiled with dilated pupils, with no time to react, he pushed you into the pool. He watched as you climbed out of the pool with amusement, noting that your white shirt and black leather pants were soaked through, clinging to every curve of your body.

-What the fuck, Aegon. My shirt was... white.

You spelled out the last word slowly when you realized your mistake in wearing that shirt and trusting a stoned Aegon. Smiling, you approached him, and it took him a while to understand what you were doing, he took a few steps back when he noticed.

-Yn, without grudge, do not do evil. The sum of two wrongs is not a right.

-You're right, it's not but it's a sweet revenge.

You just flicked him on the forehead, he jerked away in pain and fell into the pool. Luke and Baela appeared to say goodbye to return to the Red Keep, as only those over 17 could live in house Targaryen. She required a certain amount of “maturity” to live in that house, she would have to put up with noise until late, and a certain amount of patience in order not to kill any of her relatives in case it irritated you.

-Hey, Y/n, grandfather Viserys and the elders asked me to tell you to go to the Red Keep tomorrow at half past seven at night. Until, and look above your bed, gift from Alicent.

You waved them both off and Helaena brought you a towel and one for Aegon, the same one who floated in the pool and admired the morning sky that Friday. You threw a pool ball near him, and the water splashed in his face making him look at you.

-Dear Lord Aegon II, don't you have to work today?

-I works at home.

You looked at Helaena who nodded, they both entered the house, but not before she left the towel on top of the rest chair. She says that normally almost all the Targaryen house worked at home, those of the Red Keep had to go at least a few times in the company, but EVERYONE had to go to the meetings of the month.

-But you work at the company? I thought you had graduated in biology.

-And I graduated and I'm finishing graduate school. I work in the chemistry and testing sector so that the composition of the product does not affect the environment or animals.

-And let me guess, are you the head of the sector?

-Yes, my father insisted that I was in charge, knowing that I had no particular interests.

-You don't think about teaching anymore? you like kids so much

You ask entering your room, which was the way you left it, with the eldest, both of you sit on your bed. Helaena sighed and lay down; you repeated the action of the older

-Once in a while I give lectures in elementary schools. It's not how I imagined myself when I was 16, but it's enough. And you? Have you found a job in international relations yet? And how was your graduation?

-Theoretically I didn't graduate, there's a subject that didn't have a teacher who spoke English to teach, I tried the class lectured in Mandarin, but I got lost because he spoke too fast. Alicent asked me to finish here in London as she talked to college director, and he accepted considering my grades and that Otto is my uncle.

-It's a shame, it's very annoying to be late in a matter, but at least your family will attend your graduation.

-I don't know what I would do if none of you went. About 6 months before coming, Rhaenyra sent me an email asking me to send her an internship curriculum so that I could work with her in Marketing and foreign markets. I'll graduate in three months and until then, I'll study at the LSE

-"You're lucky Rhaenyra really likes you... remember Daemon's tantrum when you refused to apply to Harvard?" The whole family went to Harvard or Cambridge or the LSE and you went to China. I thought the old man would have a heart attack when you went around it and would go.

-” What?...YN IS CRAZY, YOU CAN'T AGREE TO THIS ALICENT, VISERYS! MY GIRL DOESN'T LEAVE THIS COUNTRY!”

You enact Daemon's memory of drama as dramatically as possible. You and Helaena laugh. The memory was fun because the next sentence was the pinnacle and so Helaena wanted to act out that part.

-” YOU'RE NOT GOING, IF YOU PUT YOUR FEET OUTSIDE THAT DOOR, I'LL GET A STROKE. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KILL ME?”

-"This door?" -you got to your feet and went to your bedroom door, put one foot out and then the other- "Goodbye Daemon, farewell my dear."

Helaena rose to her feet and feigned dizziness, just as Daemon had feigned years ago. She threw herself into the armchair like him and pretended to faint.

-” Yn, YOUR STEPFATHER” -Helaena tried to imitate Baela's voice at the time

-“It's not because he takes care of me that he's my stepfather. Everyone feeds the turkey before putting it in the oven.”

Helaena quickly came face to face with you, she slung you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes just like Daemon had done and put you on the bed, imagining that the bed was the sofa.

-"young lady, while you're under my roof--"

-”I don't live here in Red Keep. I've been in House Targaryen for two years, you should know."

Helaena stomped out of the room, like Daemon when he stormed upstairs that day, and then came back smiling, you smiled back at the older one who lay down next to her on the bed.

-Hollywood is losing us.

- Actresses like us are worth gold. By the way, where is Jace? I haven't seen him yet.

-He didn't say where he was going, just that it would take a while and Yn.

-Yes, Helena?

-His clothes are still wet.

-His shoulder too.

You heard something crash down below and looked at each other, sensing it was Aegon's doing.

part 2?

[artzee-bee]

Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

[densi-mber]

You Sleep, I’ll Clean

Kensi woke to a loud, extended noise. In her still sleep-hazed brain, it took her a moment to recognize that the sound was in fact a vacuum cleaner. Scrubbing her hands over her face, she glanced at her phone, which showed a bright 5:30.

“What the hell, Deeks,” she grumbled, pushing herself out of bed. She found Deeks in the den. Back to her, he had all the furniture pushed out either side, and steadily worked his way across the carpet.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Kensi walked over to the wall and yanked the cord out. He spun around when the vacuum suddenly stopped mid-stroke, looking confused.

“Deeks, what are you doing?” she demanded, crossing her arms.

“Getting a head start on the cleaning,” Deeks answered, like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.

“At 5:30 on a Saturday morning? Babe, I was trying to sleep.”

“Well, there’s a lot of cleaning to get done.” There was a slightly passive aggressive tone to his voice, and Kensi’s hands clenched into fists.

“We talked about this. And I agreed to work on my mess and hoarding tendencies,” Kensi reminded him. “Besides, you just cleaned all the floors two days ago.”

“Yeah, I did. Then what felt like two seconds later, there were crumbs, and hair, so much hair, everywhere. I swear Monty picks up after himself better than you,” Deeks said without the playfulness she was used to when this topic came up.

Kensi felt her cheeks flush, and curled her hands into the fabric of her oversized pajama shirt.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” Deeks sighed a second later, rubbing his eyes with forefinger and thumb.

“It’s true, I’m a slob.” She shrugged. “And, I didn’t exactly keep up my side of the bargain.”

“Still, I could have handled this a lot better. I was being a jerk.”

“A little bit,” Kensi agreed, making Deeks chuckle breathily. He held out his arm in a clear offering, tucking her against his chest when she accepted. “I forgive you,” she added.

“Why don’t you go back to sleep?” he suggested.

“Only if you come with me.” Deeks started to object, but she placed a finger over his lips. “Then when we wake up again, we can both clean. At a more reasonable hour.”

“Deal.” He kissed her cheek, taking a minute to wind up the vacuum cord, because heaven forbid he leave it out for a few hours.

“So, I’m messier than Monty, huh?” she asked as they walked back upstairs.

“Yeah, that ones going to cost me for a while, isn’t it?” Deeks sighed.

“Oh, just extra donuts for a few weeks.” Kensi patted his chest. “I’ll try to contain the crumbs.”

***

A/N: This is a little bit OOC, but I hope you’ll forgive me. In terms of messiness, I’m closer to Kensi than Deeks.

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

[TW: blood and a small bit of gore during a flashback at the beginning]

Behold! Chapter 3 is here! this is one i added in to clarify how it fits into the mchanzo timeline! This first part takes place after chapter 5 of getting together comic.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Genj: What is happening, Baptiste? Who is hurt? Bap: Hanzo’s in critical condition. McCree is also unconscious 

Mei: Genji, we need your help with McCree. Don’t worry, he’s stable now. Dr. Ziegler wants us to monitor him until she stabilizes Hanzo. Echo: What happened, mei? Mei: ...Reaper attacked him. I held him off until hanzo could save us. McCree woke up, so we fled. McCree went back to help Hanzo while he insissted I go help evacuate the area. But.. I told snowball to watch out for him. Then...

“McCree said Hanzo was shot by Reaper. [genji’s uneven, desperate grunts/ breathing] Gabe: That’s enough, kid, he’s dead! He was dead 10 minutes ago

Gabe: They can’t hurt you anymore. Genj: He isnt HERE! What’s the POINT. He needs to die! I have to kill him! I JUST WANT HIM DEAD I just want him DEAD! I’ll only be satisfied when he’s dead, Reyes.

Bap: Genji

Bap: You zoned out, what’s on your mind? Genj: When I was in Blackwatch... I told reyes over and over that I wanted nothing more than for Hanzo to die painfully. Bap: That is... understandable given what you were going through. Genj: I am worried Reaper said... or this influenced him to... I wanted to bring that period up with Hanzo myself. Bap: You are not to blame.

Genj: I told McCree that, but i know he feels the same. Bap: You had no idea any of this would happen, Genji. Could you have predicted Overwatch would fall when Reyes killed Antonio? You think I knew my contribution to Talon would lead to suffering? There’s no way we could have known. The people who helped you out of a dark time now vowing to hunt you down... I dunno, just-. People having an intimate knowledge of you when you were so vulnerable is... terrifying.

Bap: That is more on his character than anything. And a betrayal of your trust in him. Hanzo will understand. Genj: Thank-you for helping save my brother. Bap: You’re very welcome

Genj: When do we separate?  He’s holding on?? I-um! I have to help plan a mission, so I have to go now. Bap: O-Oh sorry! Be safe. Genj: I’ll see you. I have to tell McCree too. bap: See you.

Genj: [I shouldn’t have chickened out... Maybe it could have lasted longer. I refuse to fall for another medic.] Mc- Oh sorry if i startled you! Bap: Are you showering? Water’s cold. Genj: No, I got a present for you on my mission! Bap: Oh?

Genj: Behold! Look how cute! Bap: You laugh, but i’ll wear it. Genj: What have i Done.... Got it!

Pharah: Go to bed. Bap: Genji... [genji snores] Jess: No,no,no, listen, far, we staked out the place for 48 hours and-.... [genji’s back cracks and he moans]

Genj: Oh!! Evening! I didn’t know you were back!

Bap: H-Hey! Flexing the ‘stache tonight? Genj: oH! I forgot, forgive me. I thought I was alone. Bap: It’s just your face, Genji, it’s ok. Genj: I know, but it’s scandalous! [bap chuckles] Bap: One moment, rock in my shoe... Genj: I don’t have that problem

Genj: You’re staring

Bap: I uh- It wasn’t... I- Genj: I was expecting a cool quip from you. I’m disappointed. Bap: You looked so contemplative and cool. Like you have something you want to say.

Genj: What makes someone a hero? Is someone a hero because they want to be one or because they have to be one?

Bap: Asking the hard questions tonight? Genj: I’ll admit I don’t know if I consider myself a hero... The media does, but... am i really? I’m not sure why i returned after the deal Overwatch forced my hand to take. Used then tossed aside. Did I want to save people or did I want to see my friends again?... I don’t think i’m a nice person.

Bap: Well.. why can’t it be both? Why is wanting to be with people you like such a selfish thing? Genj: I suppose. I don’t feel I deserve it. I grew up in a high place of privilege and notoriety. But now, I don’t feel apart of society at all anymore.

Genj: More like I’m stuck between different planes. I based so much of my identity on my status as an heir to the clan. Now that it’s bee stripped away from me... I don’t recognize what’s left. Looking at myself in a mirror, I don’t recognize myself.

Genj: I’ve been having these thoughts... Do my friends like me or do they pity me? Bap: Look at me. I neber knew the old you, and I think this you is a hero. So, if you don’t believe your old friends, then... How about believing me?

Bap: Your friendships are real. Your compassion is real. Your dumbass-edness is real. I assure you, you’re a unique, interesting man. I like this Genji.

Genj: You’re starting to sound like a comic book hero. Bap: Ah. I do don’t I? NO! [laughing] Genj: ouch, I need to cut my hair again.

Bap: [cough] It’s cold, I’m headed back.

genj: Yosh

Bap: Are uh- Are you headed to eat? Genj: yes. It’s Angela’s shift to cook, so prepare yourself. Bap: I’ve already taken imodium and ordered backup pizza [chuckle]

Oh no.