#if you ever feel like sharing your writing i'd gladly read it:)

[aroacemenace]

I often face this problem, and I think the best thing is to just write. No skill? Write anyway, we need to write some shitty things to get better, to find our writing style and to learn how to write better things. The things I wrote just a year or two ago wasn't all that good, but I needed to write bad things to get better.

If you feel like you don't have the skill/experience to write a particular thing, you can always put it on hold. Come back to it later when you feel you can do the idea justice.

Any writing is good, don't be afraid to make mistakes and write "bad" things. And whenever you finish a writing session, give yourself some cred. You sat down and wrote and that's fucking awesome!

I have so many ideas for art/fanfiction, so much time. Yet no skill. Any tips? Criticism? It can be anon too.

[yandere-yearnings]

Someone ought to shake some sense into you. There's clearly loads of people who enjoy your work. Your writing and now your art too. Just by that close up of an eye I CAN TELL you have experience and I can very well imagine that you have some little masterpieces lying around that you're hiding. You're so insecure about it and for what? You're doing great, Dar. We all love you and I'd love to see some more of your drawings if you ever feel like posting any of them.

-Love, 🦢

swan nonnie you have shaken the sense into me dw❗️❗️ i wanted to respond to this as soon as i read it tbh but then i was so overwhelmed (in a good way) by how sweet this was that i was kinda rendered speechless😭 i think I've looked at this one ask over ten times since you sent it bc it just means so much to me🥺🩷 thank you, really and truly.

it's probably odd that even though i write, when it comes to things like this, the words just escape me😩💔 nothing will ever be enough to describe the warm feelings in my heart rn, but im really happy and ever grateful to you for it🥺💕 ive been trying my hardest, but time really hasnt changed the fact that I'm a deeply insecure writer. it's more often than not that i sit and wonder why im still doing this, but i think being able to receive kindness like this has made it all worthwhile!! thank you for telling me im doing well🤧 i love and appreciate you all too, more than I could ever express😌❤️

(as for drawings, if i ever work up the confidence, then ofc i'll gladly share them🥺👉👈)

[purple-plum-petals]

Hello! If not a bother, I'd like to request a TWST matchup (either platonic or romantic is fine). I enjoy writing a lot (particularly darker content). I love theater and the natural world a lot (to the point my entire family and all my friends are now giving me animal- and marine based presents lol), perhaps it's the 'tism, but I find it so fascinating and beautiful, every creature is just a lovable little guy to me, and the way every plant, fungi, and cell work together to create the world we know, is incredible.

I have been told that the traits I find loveable aren't universally shared, such as when I find it cute that snails can have thousands of teeth. But I just find it hard not to marvel at all these things.

I'm very patient, and while things often fly over my head, and I struggle to read people, I try very hard to understand everyone around me, as a result, I tend to not judge people, instead getting to know them, and I value communication highly, as I am not good at guessing or intuitively knowing.

I do tend to get a bit lost in my own head and interests though, and tend to spend a lot of time alone, being quite introverted - so sometimes I might need a reminder to actually interact, but I'm working on it.

Thank you for sending in a match-up; I think that either Rook Hunt or Silver would be good matches for you!

I was actually debating between Silver and Jade, but ultimately, I picked Silver for your match-up since I think with Jade you would need to be good at guessing how he's feeling since he's not open and honest about himself in that regard. He would be a great person to talk to about your interests and hobbies, though, considering he loves fungi and is literally a merman haha.

Rook loves that you, too, appreciate theatre as it's something he does as well. He'd also love to read your stories if you were willing to share them with him as he doesn't mind consuming a darker story every now and again. Rook is also quite the outdoorsman, so he would love to accompany you if you want to take a hike or venture out into the wilderness. Rook is also someone who can understand your awe at the beauty of the world, even such small and seemingly minuscule things such as how cells function, and he does so without any judgement; he's honestly very supportive of you and your interests and would happily sit and listen to you talk about them all day every day if he were able to. Rook would also relate to your ability to find traits or facts universally deemed as being weird or gross to be cute instead; he, too, sees the beauty in the "strange" and "unconventional." He's also understanding of your need for alone time and space, but he's also the kind of person who will happily give you reminders to get out and socialize; Rook won't overstep your boundaries, but he's there to give you a push if you need it.

Silver has an almost supernatural ability to draw animals of every variety to him so if you ever wanted to see a specific animal up close and personal, Silver would be happy to make your dreams a reality as he somehow seems to communicate with the animals without ever uttering a single word. Silver is also, much like you, a very patient individual who also has a difficult time reading others. Unlike some of the other students at Night Raven College, Silver is always open to communicate with you about how he's feeling or how you're feeling in regard to your relationship, and he always does so calmly and kindly with no judgement. He also understands and respects your need to be alone given your introverted nature and will gladly give you space if you need it as all you need to do is tell him. Thankfully, though, being with Silver doesn't take as much social battery as it may with other people. You two spend a lot of your time together alone in silence, Silver usually sleeping while you focus on learning or reading about the things you are passionate about.

[suzie-guru]

Hey! I just wanted to let you know that you are one of the most talented fic writers I've ever read, and your works bring me great joy. Every so often I revisit "Strange Hearts and Wild Things" and "Between the Shadow and the Soul" and then have to spend a while Having Feelings About Stuff. I know you've got a lot of stuff going on and haven't been able to write / share your writing as much lately, but I just wanted to say that you've made some really beautiful things that have stuck with me for years. I'd gladly buy any book you published, or read any fic you feel like sharing. I hope you're doing well, and know that you have great and lovely magic within you.

Shame on me for not seeing this till now! And I have to tell you, you’ve rendered me the best kind of teary eyed. I’ve been having a rough week, and this? This honestly is a gift, far more than I could have ever anticipated…

It blows my mind that people have such a high opinion of my writing/work. It’s at once discombobulating and enormously humbling. I sincerely believe that sharing stories is one of the core aspects of humanity, something we’ve always done and will always do. It means so so so very much to me that my stories have stuck with you for years. That’s one of the highest compliments/honors a storyteller can achieve, and there truly aren’t words that capture how touched and grateful I am that you feel that way about my work! I wish I could reach through the screen and give you a hug.

Thank you so much for sending this my way, you’re so truly and deeply kind to do so, and I am so sorry that it took me so long to answer! You really touched my heart and made a series of rough days have a good ending ♥️

[lyralit]

hello, i hope i'm not bothering you with my question. it will be long so please bear with me. you see, i know i can write quite well. in fact, many people told me the same thing: that they found my wordings pleasant, that they always like reading my stories, etc. the problem is, i cannot make a heart-touching story. it just seems... distant. just a bunch of words strung together and look pretty from afar but that's it. i don't think i've ever wrote something that can move someone deeply. i've tried designing different character, someone who's close to me so i can symphatize, but in the end i still failed. it's been my problem since forever and i can feel myself falling into a slump. do you have a idea of what i should do? i'd gladly take any suggestion. thank you. (and sorry for my english)

hi. (I've got a lot of asks and haven't gotten to any of them so sorry this has taken so long).

honestly, two things. the first is that is your goal to write a heart-touching story, or is your goal to share one based off of something you lived? I feel like there's a heartbeat to stories that come from genuine emotion, if that makes sense. and if you question it, ask for feedback! try and see what moves you in other writing.

and secondly—this is your writing. you're the one who strung together the words, who worked together the characters—the writer will always see its flaws.

don't stop writing. it doesn't need to be good, it just needs t be there!

[therhythmafterthesummer]

dearest rhythm, hello!!

we’ll always be here to wait and cheer you on!! i hope you get some more rest 🥹 please take your time and don’t worry if you can’t post as much. As long as you’re writing things that make you happy, we’ll gladly wait because it will always be worth it :)) you’re like, one of the best writers i’ve come across here 🤍💜

in other news, is it normal that i also think about ur characters like they’re real people and try to flesh out their lives sometimes JAHSJAHBDHSDBAHHDHS i swear sometimes i make scenarios and i wish i could share them to u before i forget but *sigh*

how has your new year been? How is our dear Raven? how do u feel about hyunjin’s eyebrow piercing— HAVSJAHDAJBD i dont think i’ll be able to handle any other member who decides to surprise us with new piercings not to mention tattoo possibilities

anyways, i hope you have a great day/night!! Big hugs and aggressive smOOCHES for u ,, and some nice scratches for the baby void

~🍓

thank you bb💜💜💜 ilysm

i think it is normal to think about characters from a story you like ahhaha. you know that whenever you do remember, you can always share those thoughts here!! i love to read them 🤭

my new year has been alright. i just wish i had more time to indulge in my hobbies sjdhfskjdfh

Raven's doing alright, too. being cute and fluffy and gorgeous 🥰🥰

hyunjin's eyebrow piercing you ask???? IT LOOKS GORGEOUS. it suits him soooo well. i genuinely hope he manages to keep it (because from what i've heard, healing eyebrow piercings is a paaain in the ass....)

if Chris ever gets a piercing anywhere else on his body i think i'd die (like... i want him to get a navel piercing so badly but i also don't think i can handle it....) honestly, i think i'd die if any of them gets any significant piercings??? i'm sure they'd suit them amazingly.

big big big hugs and kisses for you too, my dear💜💜

here's a pic my mum took of Raven when she sneaked into her room:

[dark-side-blog3]

To bring more attention to your new blog, I was thinking that maybe an ask game thingy would do it! This is just to lighten it up, to turn a new leaf. If this is overwhelming you dont have to post this!

Ask game!

Who's your favorite yandere?

Whats your favorite AU?

Name your top five kinks!

Say your favorite yandere ship!

What kind of darling would you be?

Who's the scariest yandere to you?

Who's the most lenient yandere to you?

If you are into amputation, what body part(s) do you want amputated?

If anyone likes this and wants to share darks blog around more, feel free to join in on the game! ^^

This is so sweet! It's like a nice housewarming gift! Something to brighten up the new blog, and take a much-needed breather after yesterday's stress. Thank you, Sanjihell! You've been so amazing through this whole thing, and I really appreciate you.

Anyone who wants to join is more than welcome! My answers are below the cut for n...s/f/w/ content, and dark content like cannibalism.

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Whats your favorite AU?

Name your top five kinks!

Say your favorite yandere ship!

What kind of darling would you be?

Who's the scariest yandere to you?

Who's the most lenient yandere to you?

If you are into amputation, what body part(s) do you want amputated?

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Well, in order:

Yandere au, obviously. But besides that, my favourite au to read is isekai and reverse isekai (where the yandere characters are self-aware and come to our world and have to adjust), and my favourite to write is monster au! This includes harpies, hucows, nagas... It's just so fun! I like considering the biomechanics and possible evolution of new creatures!

My top five kinks are piss kink (in all its forms), nasophilia/nose fetish, body modifications, painplay, and primal play (the chasing and and biting and animalistic noises). Although it's so hard to pick my favourites...

My favourite yandere ship that isn't a selfship is seccolata! I love how Secco is so brainwashed and subservient to Cioccolatas whims that he gets THAT excited for sugar cubes, gladly tears into whomever Cio wants, and crawls around on all fours in public, all for his captor's amusement and affections! Secco was an unwilling patient of Cioccolatas that got brainwashed and Stockholmed so hard he forgot how to speak like a person, needing Bruno's help to remind him of the word he was looking for mid-sentence. And in his own really, really fucked up way, Cioccolata loves Secco. Like. Canonically. This pair is canon yandere to me <3 (and what better show than the show that literally made yandere pop culture?)

What kind of darling would I be? Hmm. Well, I'm a bit of a little shit with a violent streak, but my fatal flaw is that I love the attention and chase... If my yandere ever did start falling behind and losing to me during the chase/fights, I'd get pretty pissed off. It's not that I want them to win, I just don't want it to be over so soon. I like a challenge, and I love feeling worshipped. So... I suppose a manipulative darling? I have the most fun rebelling and playing mind games.

Lucid possessive yanderes are terrifying because they don't actually care what condition you are in 90% of the time. They don't care about what you want, they don't care about your needs. It is all about them. And how you fulfill their needs and desires. The idea that I'm trapped with someone, until one of us dies, that could not give less of a shit about who I am as a person, and only sees me as a thing to own, is terrifying; Regardless of if they're a sadistic possessive or overprotective possessive.

And, on the other hand, I find that lucid obsessives are actually the easiest yanderes to work with. They know what they're doing is wrong, but they don't want to hinder you-- they want to observe you. And altering your core personality and habits wouldn't be good for studying purposes, now would it? But what would be good is changing the environment, seeing how you react, how you think, what you do next... They're, ironically, the least intrusive yandere most of the time because you can compromise with them much easier than a possessive. You can reason with a lucid obsessive to give you leniency... For a price.

If I were to be amputated, I would want something from my legs. Assuming my yandere is giving me a choice, I'd want my yandere to cut my thigh into 12 shank cuts, so we could eat osso bucco together. (if they were to make each shank about an inch thick, this would be more than doable, plus a few inches for error). The meat from my shin would be best used as a stewing meat, since shin muscles are lean with a chewy texture. I don't really care what they do with my foot or knee, but I am not eating either. There's just not enough meat for it to be worth the trouble (at least to me. Yandere might have uses for the skin and bones).

[kiatheinsomniac]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇-𝐔𝐏!*˚ .♡⋆ˊˎ -

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄! @insane-horror-movie-addict

Hi there darling! I'd like to participate in the Valentines day event if that's okay! Thank you very much for your time and if you'd like to send a match-up over to my account, i'll gladly do one for you! (If you have any questions then feel free to dm me!) Fandoms: Resident Evil 8 and Tolkien (preferably no dwarves....sorry lol) Important info: Bisexual (male matches for this please!), She/her Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising, Gryffindor. -I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery but i'm also such a big goof. Like an idiot goof. So I'm not all that bad lol! I also have a non caring personality for the most part...sometimes its a bit of a mask though. Speaking of which, I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that... Hobbies: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach! Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders. Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes. Aesthetics: Grungecore? its hard to explain.....honestly I am my own aesthetic at this point

ੈ♡˳ 𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄!

♡ Initially, Éomer's attention is drawn in by your grunge style - you look fierce and he finds it really attractive! He's got thick skin so he's not fazed by your sarcasm and bluntless - in fact he quite likes it and when you're joking around together, he matches your energy completely!

♡ He's super interested in your martial arts! He'll ask you to teach him not only because he's intrigued but because it gives him an opportunity to spend time with you and learn more about your interests!

♡ He's always up for reading your writing and if he ever comes across a book he thinks you'll like (especially a horror as he knows how you like the genre) he'll buy it for you! It's worth every penny to see the way your face lights up when he gives it to you - it's the most precious sight in the world to him.

ੈ♡˳ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄?

♡ Éomer knows how active you are so for your date he takes the two of you out horse riding in the evening, going on into the night. He takes you up a high trail and the two of you stop on a cliff side to watch the sun set behind the mountains, the lights of Rohan twinkling below you in the distance.

♡ He would insist on huddling up close to you to assure you keep warm and the two of you would end up walking further up the trail (he knows how much you love your night walks, even if he worries for your safety sometimes when you do) and then laying down on the grass to stargaze.

♡ He takes you back by sharing the same horse with you sitting in front of him so that his arms are on either side of you and he can feel your back pressed to his chest. He goes back as slowly as possible so that you have more time together and his heart just melts when you fall asleep leaning back against him, exhausted from the long day. He hopes to spend more evenings with you like this.

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[adventuresofacrazywriter]

A Writer in Heaven

I wrote this a couple of years ago and found it in my memories. I thought I'd share it.

A Writer in Heaven

As I was dozing off in the wee hours of the morning after a long night spent writing, I had this vision pop into my head because I was thinking about how characters often misbehave, and sometimes a character you didn’t know existed in the back of your head makes an appearance.

The days on Earth have ended and everyone is in the presence of the Most High God. The throngs have spent several hundred years worshiping Yahweh. I love singing and praising God, it’s a few of my favorite things. As we sing, my heart feels as if it might explode with joy and happiness, but finally, we take a break, and people are finding loved ones and chatting with them or going to see their rooms in God’s house that He has built for them. I slowly make my way to the throne. God looks down and smiles. I love it when God smiles at me. I want to ask a question, but I don’t want to bother God.

“You won’t bother me. Please ask your question.”  God pats the spot next to his feet for me to come and sit. I slowly and timidly make my way to the spot and sit down. I sigh in contentment as I sit near God and hear Him softly chuckle. Jesus is sitting by Him as well and the two people God has already promised would sit on either side of Him.

“God, You made me a writer among many things.”

“I know. I enjoyed watching you write stories for me.”

“I loved writing stories to show people You.”

“But that is not a question.”

“Right. So you know how sometimes I would be writing, and a character I hadn’t even thought of came onto the scene?”

God pauses, He knows where I am going with my question, I’m certain of it. He is God after all and He does know everything.

“God, did you ever have a character just show up as You wrote Your story for us to read?”

“No, but I often had characters who didn’t behave because they were human.”

“I’m sorry about that God.”

“Not just you, others too.”

“Like Samson, Gideon, Moses, Abraham and others?”  God smiles down at me and I find myself smiling so wide that I feel like my face could split in too with joy and I wouldn’t care.

“You have studied my story well. Did you like it?”

“Yes, but.”

“But?”

“I always hate the part where Jesus has to die. Not because He died for me, but that He had to go through the pain for me.”  Jesus comes over and sits beside me.

“But I gladly did it, because I love you.”

“I know.” I wipe the tears from my eyes. I hate seeing the scars on his hands and feet. I’m sure if I ask Jesus would show me his back and side too, but the thorn imprints on his head stand out and make me wish He didn’t have to suffer for any of us. God reaches down and softly strokes my head.

“No more tears Child. It is over and we get to spend eternity together.” I burst into tears but these tears are tears of joy. “I” sniff, “know,” sniff, “I’m so happy.” I start sobbing tears of joy. My heart is so full to the point of overflowing. Jesus chuckles and hands me a hanky so I can dry my eyes.

“God?”

“Yes?”

“Thank You.”

“For what?”

“For letting me be a character in the story of You.”

"My pleasure."

I lean my head against God’s leg and my eyes get heavy because I’m tired. Praise, worship, and tear are exhausting for me as a human being. God gently strokes my hair and I drop off into sleep. God gently covers me with his cloak like a parent covers their child. As I fall into a deep sleep, all I can think of is how amazing it is to be in God’s presence. I finally wake up a few hundred years later and realize I’m in my room in God’s house and I’m ready to worship and praise some more.

[sapphosclosefriend]

-Effortlessly in love-

Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: you and Nat share an easy and comfortable love for each other

Word count: 853

!Warnings!: maybe slightly sexual allusions

A/N: so this is my first time writing anything. It is definitely nothing special, but I just wanted to try writing down some thoughts I had. Also, English is not my first language so there are going to be some mistakes which hopefully won’t prevent you from enjoying reading this. I want to thank @vancityfire13 for being so kind and for the help. Please don’t repost this anywhere, I wouldn’t be comfortable with it. One last thing, if you want to I would love to hear some thoughts on this, just to see if I should keep trying to write stuff when I get ideas or keep them for myself. Anyways, here is my first (and probably only) fic/ one shot. (Yes I did spend hours making a collage for this hahah),

Masterlist

Natasha is comfort. Ever since you grew truly close, even before you started dating, that bond, that pull you felt for each other was always easy..comfortable!

Of course it is great and beautiful to fall for someone and feel that ever growing excitement, to feel the butterflies in your stomach or the fireworks before your eyes. And although at times it did feel like that with Nat, like when she first shyly held your hand while sitting on the balcony that evening and she softly tucked a wild strand of hair behind your ear to take a better look at your face, or how she lightly kissed your cheek not to scare you off before brushing your lips together waiting for you to be ready, it was always easy with her.

When you confessed this to her, many years later, she joked about how, if there were other universes, you were probably together in all of them, along with the cheesiest “it must be written in the stars” and her signature smirk and chuckle.

The point is, it really was easy to fall for her and love her more and more everyday.

It always fascinated you to watch those couples who had been together for years and just seemed to always be so at ease with each other. Being in love is exciting, and it should be, but after having known a person for so long and being familiar with every single aspect of them, the way they behave, the way they feel, the way they treat others, the initial blinding fireworks of a young and fresh love die, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

It is kinda hard to explain but it truly is beautiful: to be with someone, to have a partner and just exist together in the same space, to stay next to each other and just appreciate the opportunity to be able to live at the same time as the other. At first it was a bit hard to figure out the true nature of these feelings you felt for Nat and, surprisingly, it was the same for her. Yes, it did take you two some time to really hit it off, but it was a beautiful journey nonetheless, surely full of love.

Her friends, her family, would often innocently tease you two about how you seemed like an old couple from the get go, to which she would always softly laugh after holding you just the tiniest bit closer. It was true, you two actually did a lot of what people would often define as “old people stuff”, but you never saw anything bad in spending a nice weekend tucked next to her under a soft blanket while silently reading a book and smiling to each other from time to time.

At one point you did get a bit anxious at how she could feel about the way you spent time together, but, as the true observer that she is, she instantly noticed it and, after you voiced your concerns, she reassured you that it was the least of her problems. “I'd gladly spend the rest of my life lying in bed and doing nothing if you were there with me” she said before softly smiling, briefly looking down at your lips and pecking them while caressing your cheek. Again, a little bit cheesy, but it definitely helped.

It was actually a little reoccurring thing between you two: she would say the corniest lines in a teasing tone and you would blush just a little bit, enough for her to tease you about it from time to time. She really was a charmer and, even after years and years together, she never failed to make your breath hitch or make your knees buckle at her soft praises and caresses.

Life with Nat was good, it felt “safe” and it felt like home. She was your home, she was the only part of your life that you could’ve never regretted and that you would’ve never ever given up. After having experienced her love, after having experienced her, you knew that life was never going to be the same if not with Nat.

And it truly was scary: all you wanted was to have a good life with her and end up as two old, wrinkly ladies in a little house in the countryside. You would walk to the little library not far away and Nat would help you pick a dusty old book from one of the full shelves.

After getting home, drinking some tea and having some of the медовик (medovik) cake that she had previously baked, you would sit on the sofa and Nat would read the freshly bought book aloud, not before teasing you for losing your glasses once again.

You would lovingly look at her and the creases on her face, all signs of the time you two shared together and, even after noticing you not paying attention to her words, she’d keep reading while softly brushing her thumb over the back of your hand, simply appreciating the time of your lives you could spend with each other, existing together.

[booksforevermore13]

Ty for answering my last question (oneshot request)

i was just craving some hinny fluff oneshots (to be specific, the first time they said ily)

if you have an existing one shot, do you mind sharing it? If you dont, and if you are free, and if its possible, do u mind creating one? I love ur writing!!

if you aren’t able to, dw, i shall enjoy ur other oneshots :)

tysm! Have a great day/night/afternoon

A/N: Hello! First of all, thank you so much for reading my work! You have no idea how happy your words made me :) Secondly, I just realized not more than 24 hours ago that I'd literally never written something around Hinny's first i love yous'. And because that suddenly made me so excited at the moment, here's a small one-shot I wrote.

Summary: The first time they say those three words, Harry realizes that it just might be for forever.

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AND THIS JUST MIGHT BE FOREVER

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

Harry smiled, then with one hand, brought over Ginny’s legs and laid them over his own. 

“Well I’m not going to share, so you better get in closer,” he smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as Ginny looked over at him, an equally devious smirk on her face.

“That’s a half-hearted attempt at flirting if I ever saw one.”

“Are you complaining?”

“I am most certainly not,” she said, burrowing her head into his shirt, and Harry still couldn’t help but feel the tingles running through his body, threatening to overcome him, wherever they made contact.

He stroked her hair, kissing her forehead gently, inhaling the flowery scent that he could get drunk in anytime of the day. “If you keep doing that, then I’ll fall asleep,” Ginny mumbled, and Harry smiled to himself, loving the way her body fit so comfortably with his. Like in that moment, they were the only two pieces needed, the only two that mattered.

“Sleep then. You need it.”

Ginny looked up at him, and then gently kissed him, soft buttery kisses that held the power to melt him in one moment.

For a brief second, he contemplated saying them. Those words that had been fighting to get out since the day she had returned from Hogwarts. Since the day he’d seen her at the train station, her red hair flowing back with the wind, the sunrays reflecting on them and turning them into a few brilliant shades of red; when he’d heaved a sigh of relief to see her safe and thought in that second that that would be for forever.

Ginny kissed him again, bringing him out of his reverie and he looked into her eyes, those warm chocolate brown eyes that had comforted him for since as long as he could remember.

“I think I’ll just fall asleep now,” she whispered, and Harry breathed out, placing his head over hers, feeling the way her breath slowed down until she was asleep.

It wasn’t long before he did too.

…

...

...

There was chaos in the morning, with Ginny on her way to tryouts and Harry on his way to a hearing. If it was up to Harry, he would have gladly avoided going to his hearing so that he could go be with Ginny.

“You sure you don’t want me to drop you?” he asked her when they were leaving out the door. It had become a tradition these last couple of weeks, them leaving together. No matter how late either of them were, coming back home, they made sure they left together. If Ginny was late, Harry would go and wait outside the stadium for her. If Harry was on a mission, then he’d make sure she knew about it before he left. 

Made sure that both of them knew that the other was safe.

“Nope,” Ginny mumbled out, her mouth stuffed with the waffles he had made in the morning.

“Gin,” he urged, holding her by her shoulders. “Say the word, and I’ll go with you there. Damn with the hearing. Ron will manage that by himself.”

Ginny gulped down her waffles, before soundlessly opening the door and motioning him to get out.

“You do your work,” she said. “I think I can manage my tryouts on my own.”

“And I have absolutely no doubt about it,” Harry smiled. “Even with the way you practised, I daresay Gwenog’s already duly impressed.”

“As she should be,” Ginny quipped. “Now go. Don’t bother me.”

“Oh, I’m bothering you, is it?”

Ginny smiled, before yanking on his tie to bring him closer, capturing his lips in a kiss. Before he could bring her closer to him though, Ginny pulled away with a smirk.

“Go,” she urged, and Harry smiled, waving to her as he apparated into the endless expanse.

…

...

...

It was when he was entering the room when Harry realised it.

That at that particular moment, the hearing wasn’t the place he was supposed to be.

Merlin’s hell, he cursed, as he stepped back from the flooplace.

“What’s gotten into you?” Ron asked him as Harry wordlessly tossed him the shrunken folder he had in his pocket.

“I need to be at the tryouts.”

If he hurried, he could just make it before it ended. Stuffing his wand into his pocket, Harry walked faster, aware of the countless eyes watching him march out into the hallway. Paying no heed to them, he started running.

There was someone waiting for him, and he certainly wasn’t going to let her wait any longer.

Slamming into the apparating station, Harry cut in front of another man wearing green and purple robes, shooting him an apologetic smile before vanishing into the chamber.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was in the telephone booth in front of the stadium.

Harry broke into a run, sprinting over to the entrance, wondering whether the yells coming from inside the stadium indicated anything good, whether Ginny’s tryouts were already finished and done.

“Sir, you can’t go in unless you have an ID,” the guard at the door said as he reached there. He was a muggle, and completely unaware of anything that happened inside the building he was guarding.

“I’m, uh, I’m Ginny Weasley’s boyfriend,” Harry said, already feeling that sense of giddiness that overcame him when he realised that he was actually her boyfriend. Her boyfriend.

“Yeah, right,” the man sharply said, blocking the entrance in front of him. “Unless you have an ID, you can’t go in there.”

“Look, I’m already late - “

“I don’t care.”

Before Harry could slam him against the wall, a tall woman stepped out of the door, looked at the two of them, and then glared at the man. “Let him go, Charles,” she said, annoyance tinging her voice.

The man looked at him, and then back at her, as if wanting to protest, but the woman merely nodded at Harry and he took his chance to rush into the building.

There, there she was. On the opposite side of the glass door. 

She was smiling, her broom resting comfortably on her shoulder, and even at this distance, Harry could sense that familiar victorious smirk on her face that had once irked him to no end. But he had always loved it.

When the glass doors opened, he watched as her eyes lazily flitted across the stadium, before resting on him. He watched as her eyes widened and the broom slipped out of her hands and landed gently on the grass below. He watched as she broke into a run, and he stepped forward, laughing as she launched herself at him.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she laughed, wrapping her hands around his neck, and Harry smiled, recognizing the tone of relief under all the surprise.

“I missed you too much to not see you make the team.”

Ginny met his gaze, and laughed, throwing her head back. “I made it,” she said, sounding breathless. “I really made it.”

And then once again, it was as if Harry was pulled back into that reverie. But this time, he knew that he was going to say it. He was going to let her know how much she really meant to him. 

“Gin,” he said, a smile appearing on his face as she jumped down from his arms. With one hand he brushed a few stray hairs away from her face, lifting her chin up with the other, so that he was looking into her eyes. Eyes that had comforted him for as long as he could remember. 

“I,” he breathed out. “I- you..” Again, it was the nervousness that overcame him, because it was the first time he’d be telling her he loved her, after thinking about it for weeks and weeks, and knowing it for months more. 

Harry wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

Ginny chuckled, then pushed his glasses further up his nose. “What about me?” she said with a huge smile on her face, her hands resting lazily around his neck.

“It’s not about you,” Harry stuttered, then cursed. “It is about you, Merlin’s hell. It’s-I-I just can’t get over how a few years ago, all I could think about was kissing you, and now -”

“You are kissing me?” Ginny quipped, looking at him with one eyebrow raised.

Harry sighed, and then blurted out, his hands damp and shaky around her waist. “No, Merlin,” he sighed, exasperated at his own lack of tact, “I just wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that isn’t….”

He trailed off, his eyes widening, but Ginny simply smiled up at him, not a hint of hesitation on her face.

And it was like the world had stopped for him for a second, as he looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, knowing that this, this was forever, however long that lasted.

“Well, you should have just led with that,” she said, before rising on her tiptoes and kissing him, her hands disappearing into his hair, as his arms tightened around her waist. Maybe time stopped when his lips met hers, and he wasn’t sure if nature rooted for this moment or if his mind had tricked him into a perfect present, but like every time he had been with her, the warm feeling her lips gave against his, although destabilising, left him asking for more.

“I love you Harry, I love you too. In every possible way,” she whispered as she rested her forehead against his, the sun through her hair, turning it into a brilliant ten shades of red.

And he knew that this just might be forever.

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

[introwalktheline]

Bad day

↳ genre: strangers to lovers i think? im really bad at this omg

↳ pairing: neighbour!jake x reader (ft. seugi my beloved)

↳ summary: you had a pretty shitty day. unexpectedly, jake, your neighbour, came to the rescue.

↳ word count: 1515

↳ warnings: as always, bad/basic english and possible grammar mistakes; not proof-read

↳ A/N: hi there! i know im not that active on here, but i just wanted to say, i really appreciate each small interaction, and if you ever want me to write something, i'd gladly do that! i know im no special writer, im mediocre at best, so feedback is always welcome ^^ i hope you like this one-shot, please take care and remember to drink water and take your medicines <33

you still remember the day you first met. jake was coming home after a walk with layla while you were going out with martha, your dog. you still remember his astonished face, as you immediately caught up with the name's dog: after all, you had named yours after paul mccartneys' pet. of course you’d have connected the dots.

you never really showed interest in anyone besides fictional characters or celebrities who clearly didn’t even know you existed. you didn’t know anything about feelings, nor wanted you. you always thought that wasn’t for you. well, up until that moment. that first encounter was like a powerful spark, lighting a fuse you couldn’t control anymore. alas, after that small encounter and besides some small talk as you both waited for the elevator to come up, you didn't get any chance to befriend him. as much as it pained you, you two were merely acquaintances. for the most part, you LOVED being an introvert; this time, however, you yearned for a bit more self-esteem and spontaneity.

today was undoubtedly not your day. martha was acting weird, the elevator was out of order and your favorite plant had probably died, to your dismay. i mean, it was all your fault, it’s not like you took care of it. but to you, this was merely a sign of the day-to-be.

after a long day at work, you finally came back home to martha: to cheer her up, you opted for a walk in the park, and you immediately noticed how much her mood was lifted. that made your day. it may be weird for some people, but martha meant a lot to you and you shared a deep bond with her.

however, things quickly escalated when returning home, drenched from head to toe, since, of course, it was pouring, and you didn’t bring an umbrella with you, you realize, with horror plastered on your face, you left the keys inside the apartment.

you desperately knocked and called screamed like a crazy, drunk middle-aged lady your roommate's name, knowing well that seulgi had already departed to visit her family for the weekend. this feels almost surreal. this feels like one of those silly sitcoms you always laugh at. except this time, it’s not funny. you just want to go home, end this dreadful day. you were so mad at yourself, nervousness taking a toll on you after a hard day. sitting on the cold pavement, leaning against the door, a lonely tear presented itself on your face, and after that another, and another, tension growing thicker in the corridor. let’s be honest: it hasn’t been simply a bad day. it’s been a tough month. you barely recognize yourself and you don’t know who you are anymore. man, being in your twenties sucks. you’re supposed to have the best moments of your life, or so they say. yet, you spend your nights preparing for the nth exam, and you try your best to work in order to survive, which reminds you: you still have to pay the rent and you have no money left.

you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice a bemused jake approaching you. well, not until he asked if you were okay. that’s probably what you liked the most about him: you didn’t know him that well, sure, but you knew he was a thoughtful person ever since you saw him help that grumpy grandma on the ground floor as she struggled with the groceries bags, carrying them for her and carefully listening to what she was narrating.

"y/n what are you doing there? is everything all right?"

if there was something you truly hated, that was asking for help. you were always the one giving it. you just….hated depending on someone.

"yeah no worries, i'm fine! how did the run go?" you asked, as you saw him in his usual attire.

"y/n, it's freezing out here. why don't you go inside?"

another thing you hate is not being able to lie. the moment you’d open your mouth, it’d be clear as day that you were, in fact, lying. and of course, the hesitance in your voice made your unintentional message ten times clearer.

"you locked yourself out, didn't you?" asked jake, smirking at you. he was SO cute, how could you be mad at him right now, even though he was making fun of you?

"guilty" was the only answer you were able to utter, your nervous laugh echoing in the hallway. why bother concealing the truth at this point. you were just tired.

"why don't you come over? and then we'll figure something out. how does that sound?"

in any other scenario, that would've been music to your ears: maybe you had finally caught up, maybe you had a teeny tiny crush on the handsome, sweet, kind, smart boy living next door. yes, you know, such a cliché. but deep down, you knew this was just courtesy. it's not like he did want you to be sitting on his sofa on a friday night, when he could take a shower, get ready and drink with his friends, or, if he had one, with his partner.

"so what happened exactly?" asked the boy as he let you come in, genuine concern in his voice, looking at you with his big, doe eyes.

and you explained it all, from the moment you woke up and saw martha, to the moment he saw you on the ground, helpless. you were scared, to be honest. had he not rescued you, you would’ve probably panicked by now. after all, where were you supposed to spend the weekend? you had no friends, you had moved out of town for your studies... you would’ve probably had to spend money to rent a room somewhere, and you barely had some bucks to buy some food. not to mention that damned rent. again, you’d never ask seulgi to help you with it, being way too stubborn and proud.

"why don't you sleep here? i can rest on the sofa, no worries. besides, layla would love to have martha as a companion too." you swore you could see a blush creeping on his cheeks, but that was probably your delusional ass. how could mister-perfect-smile, a blessed-by-god boy, blush in front of an introverted couch potato like yourself?

flustered and dumbfounded, you didn't know what to do. it's not like you would complain if you could spend some time with him, right? it was so easy to be around your neighbour, you almost felt at home. it felt natural.

"i really didn't want to intrude though, im so sorry for being such a pain in the ass"

"intrude? oh please, y/n, what are you talking about? it's a pleasure to spend the evening with you. i won’t take no as an answer, so let's prepare something to eat! i don’t know about you, but i’m starving"

you weren't, in fact, the best cook out there. still, you tried your best, wanting to repay jake for his niceness.

"jake, where's the colander?" you asked the young man, who was busy setting the table in his living room.

"oh, it's above the plates in the cupboard!"

you weren't exactly the tallest girl alive. mounting on a chair, not wanting, again, to ask for help, you tried your best to reach the highest shelf of the cupboard, which resulted in you slightly losing balance, already expecting to end up with your face sprawled on the floor. luckily for you, jake was more observant and attentive than you gave him credit for. he was fast enough to save you from a future facial transplant, catching you bridal style.

“careful there. we don’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours, don’t we?” he mused, his laugh making you lose conscience for a moment.

to say you were speechless would be the least. was he…flirting? with you? in this economy? in this universe? THE jake sim? this was probably happening in your dreams. yet, you were so close to jake’s face, you could feel his breath fanning over your face: if it was a dream, it was a quite vivid one. time suddenly stopped; you were fully lost in his eyes, perceiving only the beating of your heart, a loud, deafening music: you were scared even jake could hear it. you forced yourself to snap out of it: what the hell were you thinking?

"ah thank you so much, it looks like i also owe you my life now" you replied nonchalantly, trying to lose the tension a bit; except, jake didn't budge and kept looking at your now pale, disoriented visage.

"you know, y/n, for such a smart person, you're pretty oblivious and dumb when it comes to feelings. now, shall we eat?” wait a minute. what? WHAT? you didn't even have the time to answer: he was already in the living room,sitting at the table, waiting for you to bring the food. still a bit shaken up, you served the food and sat in front of the boy. needless to say, you had a great time with jake. not to mention, you were actually able to flirt back. you! the shy, introvert one. it’s been a tough day, that was out of the question at this point. though you had a feeling, bad luck had finally come to an end for you. maybe you should lock yourself out more often!

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Not doing good. Feeling achy and in need of cuddles. Again.

What is wrong with this body?

Anyway, remembered the plot for that Tooru idea, and now it's all y'all's problem >:) hope you six JoJolion readers enjoy

No I don't care if the lyrics don't match up in time with the writing shut up shut up

I Can't Help Falling in Love

Pretty big spoilers for JoJolion, but if you're looking for Tooru content then you probably already know what's up

He watched your frail body curl into itself from his side of the bed. You had been sick for so long now and something inside of him stirred every time you coughed or hacked or collapsed back into bed. Even in sleep, with two extra blankets, you shivered so violently.

Tooru took it upon himself to bring you into his arms. He didn't have much knowledge on comforting someone, but maybe sharing heat would help you. Even if it wasn't much. You stirred slightly once his gentle hands touched you. When you realized it was only to move you into his warm arms you melted back into your blankets and his hug. His left hand rubbed at your back from under your oversized shirt while his right massaged at your scalp. The sigh that left your lips warmed his heart. "Tooru....Hey, Tooru..."

"Yes? What is it?"

Your face hit against his chest weakly, deciding against trying to lift your heavy head to look up at him, away from his warm petting. It hurt too much, anyway.

He smelled nice, too. You weren't sure what it was. But it was calming, with a little hint of something medicinal, probably something he used often at the hospital to wipe down tables. It was a smell that had you knowing you were in gentle, caring hands.

"Could you play my Elvis Presley CD? Please? I really wanna listen to music, if that's okay, I think I remember you saying you liked Elvis..."

Tooru let a soft smile grow on his lips, only for you to see. "Yeah, I'd like that too. I'll be back, okay?" He places a soft kiss on the crown of your head before leaving the bed with you a whimpering mess behind him. It was cute, but made him a bit sad to hear you crying over him. Tooru doesn't think anyone's ever cried over him before.

He quickly pushed in the sky blue CD that held Elvis Presley's greatest hits into your player. The CD player took a second too long for his liking to read the disc. But once it did, the song "Can't Help Falling in Love" started it's melodic instrumental. How fitting, one of Tooru's favorites, too. After Wonder of You, of course.

As the king's voice filled the small bedroom Tooru snuck back into your bed. You were nearly nodding off again, only to be reawakened as your bed bounced under his weight. You gladly snuggled back deep into his arms while you enjoyed your music.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?"

Tooru took this time to watch your face. Even as you looked sickly, with those dark rings around your eyes, he thought you were the most beautiful human he'd ever seen. There was an unearthly glow to you that he'd never seen anywhere else.

You were so pretty.

"Some things, you know, are meant to be."

Was this meant to be?

His kind weren't supposed to fall in love with humans. In every case he'd seen, it never ended well. But... He didn't want it to end. Like an insect, you somehow had burrowed yourself deep into his heart, but he didn't want to remove you. He was afraid your feelings for him were just as genuine as his for you.

"Y/n?"

Your weak, pale eye opened to look at him. "Yes?"

"You're not going to die, are you?" His question was so sudden and bizarre, that you actually laughed. It was immediately regretted once your chest heaved and spasmed under the unfamiliar feeling. "What? Of course not." You laughed a bit more. "You know, for a part-time nurse, you sure do worry over the littlest things."

You'll be okay. Good. "It's just.. I don't want you to leave me."

Not now, not ever. His hug constricted you a little more.

"Tooru, it's just a fever. I'll be fine by next week."

"Promise?"

"Promise." His childish worry made you smile a little. In an attempt to appease him, you cupped his cheek in your palm. Your hands were clammy a little, but he didn't really mind. "Promise."

Your boyfriend leaned down the slightest bit, until your lips were just centimeters apart. "Can I have a kiss?"

"Tooru, you could get sick too."

"I don't mind. I want a kiss." He didn't even wait for a reply. Once the word left his mouth he immediately pressed his lips into yours. Nothing more than a tiny lip lock, but it made you feel lighter than air.

"Take my hand. Take my whole life, too."

One last kiss was added to your head. You slowly drifted back to sleep as Presley's melodic singing continued onto the final verse. And this time, Tooru wouldn't interrupt your sleep again.

"For I can't help falling in love with you."

[qqueenofhades]

If you need some distraction - helnik + coffee shop AU? (If its not your thing, I'd gladly read any and every helnik prompt you feel like writing. 💙)

Everyone says New York is big. The songs, the movies, the popular culture, the overall zeitgeist -- that's what it is all about, the size of it, whether mentally or physically. The skyscrapers, the subways, the noise, the people, the way you can travel all over the world within the span of a few blocks, give as mathematically incalculable amount of a shit as possible and have the oddly comforting realization that everyone else will do the same. And sure, yes, it is big. Nina got lost three times on her first day attempting to navigate it alone, and while she can read English just fine, the insistence of New Yorkers on speaking a thousand miles a minute often leaves her trying to ask if they could just repeat themselves please, slower. Since the one thing the Big Apple hates is having to go slower, or realizing that the entire world does not run at the same manic pace they do, they usually sigh or roll their eyes or otherwise grumble about it. Thanks, guys. Helpful.

It could be worse, though. At least Nina has a place to stay, even if that is renting a tiny apartment with three other Russian girls -- Genya, Alina, and Marie -- in a recently privatized project on the Lower West Side that proudly flogs itself as "the next generation of affordable housing for New York City." (Is it really? Maybe, if you squint.) She stayed with Ivan and Fedyor down in Brighton Beach when she first landed at JFK with not much more than her backpack and the clothes she was wearing, but it's an hour-plus on the subway to get into midtown, and she wanted to get out of the Russian enclave, stretch herself, meet more American people. And maybe not be reminded every day about having to flee for her life, and not being sure if she can ever go back to her homeland. That would be nice too.

In any event, Nina has managed to get a job at a small cafe in Hell's Kitchen, tucked somewhere among the eighty thousand Irish pubs and coffeehouses, and she's working about thirty hours a week, trying to save enough for her share of the rent and figure out what the hell she's doing next. It's a nice place, homey, with an old Italian espresso machine and mismatched wooden tables, full of light in the morning, the kind of place where people come with laptops and books and settle in for the long haul, periodically buying another flat white or muffin to pay rent on their space. Nina served her time as a barista in the trenches of Skuratov Coffee back in Russia, as a student, and it's comfortingly familiar. Easy. Comfortable.

Of course, if it wasn't for Matthias fucking Helvar.

This tall blond paragon of paramount irritation turned up on her third day working there, and even more to her annoyance, he's a regular, so she can't get rid of him. She isn't sure what he does when he's not driving her crazy -- she knows something about a graduate program in international development at NYU, because he never fucking shuts up about that, but half of her thinks that he might be making it up just to sound like all the other pretentious hipster dipshits pounding the keys in midtown Manhattan. He does have a stack of books vaguely on this theme, and a Norway flag pin stuck to his backpack. Those clean blond athletic good looks make sense, then. Of course he's Scandinavian. Probably planning to Run Out And Save The World TM.

At any rate, it's a snowy evening in February, and Nina's working the late shift, the white fairy lights glowing behind the bar. There are only a few people in the cafe, and one of them, of course, is Matthias. Evidently considering that what this otherwise-pleasant situation really needs is his input, he gets up and makes toward her, handing over his empty cup for another refill of the house blend. "And make sure it's hot, please," he adds bossily. "Last time it was barely lukewarm."

Nina grits her teeth. "I just brewed the new pot," she informs him, charitably neglecting to add that she is happy to dump it over his head to check that it is warm enough for Mr. Perfect's tastes. That would definitely get her fired, and she needs this job. As if he doesn't know, she adds, "That will be a dollar fifty, please."

Matthias digs in his jeans pocket (she does not notice that they fit him rather well, absolutely not) and comes up with the exact change, as usual. He's like if IKEA made a person. Nina snatches it out of his hand and puts it through the register, takes his cup, and fills it up. She knows not to leave room for cream (too fattening) or sugar (the large-scale cultivation of processed sugar is responsible for many of the geopolitical evils in world history). Is Matthias here all the time because he's a horribly boring square who doesn't have any other friends to hang out with? That would explain a lot.

For half a moment, Nina finds herself teetering on the verge of sympathy. She knows, after all, what it's like to be alone in this city, floating along on the human tide, wondering if you're ever going to put down roots, or stand your ground, or matter. Then she shakes it off, vastly annoyed with herself. The reason that Matthias doesn't have any friends is because he sucks. Case closed.

"Here," she says curtly, handing his cup back. "It's hot."

"Thank you." Matthias's hand brushes her as he takes it, and for a moment, his eyes meet hers a little too long, a little too meaningfully. (He really is distractingly tall.) "I'm... sorry," he adds belatedly. "I'm just a little stressed. I have this big exam coming up at -- "

"NYU, yes, I know." Nina rolls her eyes. "We've heard. You are the Tesla owner of NYU attendees, Matthias."

He blinks. A little pink comes into his cheeks. "Oh," he says, almost shyly. "You know my name?"

"You come in here five days a week. How could I not?"

"Oh." He considers that, then smiles crookedly, and it does something absolutely awful to her insides, which they will never speak of ever again. "Thank you. Nina."

Nina is relieved when he retreats to his table, and picks up the rag to wipe down the self-service bar, even though it doesn't entirely need it. Just for a moment. Just to catch her breath. No reason at all.

Good thing she is never, ever going to like that guy a bit.

[beatlemoon]

Roger Taylor x Fem. Reader

(No one asked for this but i have an idea so i write it.)

(Summary : The reader (you) and roger had a son together... And... just read the entire story :D )

Pairing : Roger Taylor x Reader

Warning : Cheating, Cursing (i guess)

7 Years Earlier

"You found someone more exciting, the next second, you were gone!" I choked. "Y/n please, let me explain... Love?" Roger pleaded try'na hold my hand but i push him away.

"You fucked other chick! That's enough explaination." I sobbed. "And maybe I'm just not as interesting, as the girls you had before!" I added.

"I'm sorry, y/n!" He kneeled. "Don't tell me you're sorry, feel sorry for yourself, 'Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else. And you'll be the one who's crying" I exclaimed.

7 Years Later

It's been 7 years since i gave birth with my only son, Blaise And it's also 7 years ago after i broke up with the only man i loved the most, Roger.

Yes, i didn't get the chance to tell him that we had a child together. It's not that i'm scared to lose my child or share him with his father. In fact i can't be anymore happier when my son met his dad. it's just so hard for me to see him again. There's still pain.

I'm scared that i will get emotional when i see him again. I know that i'd be lying if i tell you that i don't love him anymore, because i do. I still really do.

As Blaise growing up, he start asking more about his father. I'm just making up excuses, like he's somewhere else, he'll be back soon. (Maybe) He even heard Queen's songs. He liked it. So did i. He even saw Roger from the tv.

He told me that... "Mom, look at that man! People in our school said i look like him. Do you think i look just like him?" He cheerfully asked. I smiled and nod. "Yes Blaisey, you do." Yes son. Of course. He is your father.

"Hey mom, are you crying?" Blaise pat my shoulder softly in comforting manner. "Did i say something bad mom? I'm sorry mom." He apologize with a frown visible in his face. "No Blaisey, don't worry." I smiled. In fact, i'm happy and i do really want him to meet his father, but what if didn't liked him. I don't wanna hurt my child. Our child.

Even though he doesn't have a father, i'm glad that i raised him well.

"Are you sure, mom?" He cupped my face with his tiny hands. "Yes, Blaisey. Mom is fine. You know what, since it's a sunny day, let's grab some ice cream! You want that?" I suggest. His eyes widened and jumped around excitedly.

"Yes mom! I love that! Mom i want chocolate and caramel!" He mentioned. "Of course, you can have that." I chuckled as i picked up the keys. "Let's get going then!" I stated and i extended my hand for him to hold.

As we head inside the car and drove to the nearest ice cream parlor. It's just a 10-12 minutes drive away. As we arrived there, i parked the car on a safe parking lot and i carried Blaise as we head inside the shop.

We ordered the same flavor of ice cream. Chocolate-Caramel Ice Cream. We sat there while eating our ice cream and there's some people entered the shop, i didn't bother to look until i heard familiar voices.

"Hey mom! That was the drummer from the band!" Blaise pointed at obviously. Roger.

So i decided to look who's behind us. My eyes landed right at the man i fall inlove with 7 years ago.

As Roger noticed us. So did the others.

And they walked towards our direction. "Oh, hi y/n darling. It's been a while." Freddie greeted me and pulled me for a hug which i gladly accepted. "We missed you, y/n." Brian hugged me too and so did Deacy. Roger and i have a past, so it's uh awkward. So we just shake hands, to be formal. "It's been a while." Roger smiled awkwardly. "Yeah it is."

"Who's this handsome young lad?" Deacy smiled dearingly whilst looking at grubby Blaise, i picked up a tissue and wiped this nose, cheeks and lips with ice cream stains.

"Be careful, Blaisey. You don't want mom to get mad if you got stains in your shirt right?" I asked and he just nod and continue eating, but more careful this time.

I looked at Roger, he can't help staring at Blaise. Whenever he look at me it seems like he wanted to know something. I guess i know what it is.

"Uh to answer your question, he is my son." I smiled. "What how?" Brian asked who seems surprised.

"Of course me plus a man, Bri." I giggled so did the others. "Yeah i mean i know that, but with who?" He looked at me and Roger.

"I won't be surprised if you tell me that, he is Roger's. He got Rog complexions you know, darling." Freddie shrugged. "Uh, yeah fred. He is." I smiled. Look at Freddie and back at Roger. "He is the father." I added.

Roger smiled happily. His smile is different. That smile is happier that i've ever saw before. "Mom? Did father came back?" Blaise asked innocently. I think he remembered what i always told him. Before i could i answer.

"Yeah, Blaise!" Roger smiled and sat next to our son. "I'm back!" Roger cheered.

"Oh! You are my father?! You know, sir i often see you on the tv and mom said you're the most handsome bloke!" Blaise admitted. Shit. Now i'm red as tomato caused by embarrassment and Roger being around.

Blaise sudden confession caused the four lads crackle. Roger smirked and winked at me.

"I mean, could you blame me?" i shrugged. "Your mom is the prettiest too, Blaisey..." Roger said to Blaise but it feels like it's for me more, cause he's staring at me.

"Let's go lads! Let's leave the family to have their little reunion here... We gotta go, y/n. See you soon, darling." Freddie winked at me and waved goodbye at Blaise. He waved back. "Good-Bye Y/n! Lil Blaise!" Deacy and Bri said in unison as they followed Freddie.

"Why didn't you tell me y/n?" Roger asked. "Cause i don't think you'll be happy, i mean look at you! You're a successful rockstar. I don't wanna ruin that, and first of all we broke up." I explained.

"Who said you and Blaise will ruin it? I'm the one who's jerk who ruined you and him because i cheated. trust me y/n i do really regret that. I do regret doing that dumb thing. I swear i do look for you, but your neighbor said you moved away. I'm not happy when i lose you. I'm miserable. Whenever someone try'na kiss me, i just get deja vu. I feel like i'm cheating on you when i tried to be with someone else. I'm nothing without you love." Confessed.

Whilst reaching for my hand for him to hold.

"Blaise changed my life. In a good way. Still thank you to you." I respond.

"Y/n, can we start again?" He asked. "Promise me one thing." I mumbled. "What is it, Y/n?" Roger asked. "Don't mess this up." I answered.

"I won't. I promise, y/n. I love you!" He promised. "Let's head home?" He added.

I nod.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Hello hello, Lovely! If you're not already overwhelmed with requests, I'd like to ask for a matchup from The Hobbit and Hp!

I'm 5'3 with shoulder length, straight, brown hair; I have hazel eyes, fair skin, and wear glasses. I'm a cis female (she/her) and the epitome of a disaster Bi. My mbti is ISFP, my zodiac is Aquarius and my Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw!

I can have a bit of a sharp tongue when I want; I often tease my friends about their past embarrassing moments (it's out of love tho, I'd never think of doing it with malicious intent), I'm also a bit of a mom friend; I can usually tell when something is bothering my friends and am always willing to talk about whatever is weighing them down. Around strangers, or people I don't know well, I am super reserved and introverted, but when with friends I can get fairly loud and open up way more. I have a habit of overthinking things and have terrible social anxiety (I have psyched myself out of doing things due to fear way too many times)

I'm 100% an artist! I love drawing and painting and plan to study illustration in the near future. Sticking with the creative theme, I am also a crocheter and love making little gifts for people! I also enjoy writing, reading, and listening to music (specifically I enjoy folk/acoustic music).

Thank you very much! I hope you have a spectacular rest of your day and a great Christmas ♥️

ofc, here's your matchup hun <3 also can i just say that you seem like such a wonderful person to be friends with?? i cant comprehend that

I ship you with...

Fíli Durin!

- Fíli is someone you can share both very emotional, intimate moments and the unbelievably funny ones with. There’s an endless calm somehow intertwined with his adventurous, daring sense of playing the hero. He can match all your moods, no matter how fast you change between them. He’s incredibly loving and so soft sometimes that you gladly tease him about it in front of the others, just to see him embarrassed for once, not the other way round, while usually he’s the one leaning back and laughing as you tease the rest of the dwarfs. 

- Although he’s just as caring, he’s not as public about it as you are. You’re concerned about everyone all around you, and Fíli silently marvels at it. Not so silently, sometimes, especially when you’re down. Whenever you’re not feeling well, it’s his turn to be gentle and loving, whispering compliments and other sweetness into your ear that you would have never believed you would hear. When your anxiety kicks in, you can trust he’s next to you, holding your hand and pulling you close and steadying you, both mentally and physically. Never would he force you to do anything, but he can sense whether you don’t do something out of sheer disagreement or fear. And when it’s fear, he’ll do everything to encourage you to face it, to do whatever it is that scares you, promising that he won’t leave your side for one second. 

- Fíli adores your creativity. Really he adores everything about you, but when you draw, when you write and crochet and come up with the sweetest of gifts, he simply cannot do anything but admire you. You are more than just talented, and the way your paintings end up looking, the sheer skill that leaks from them knocks the breath from him every single time. He also loves watching you while you work. You’re so concentrated that you would not notice if the house caught fire, and while he laughs at it every now and then, he simply finds it glorious. 

and I ship you with...

Fred Weasley!

- Fred is not the type of guy you’d ever thought you’d fall for. And barely the type you thought would fall for you. But the least likely things sometimes are exactly those that happen. It’s that way with him and you. He annoys you so much that sometimes you throw whatever it is you have in your hands at the moment at him, knowing very well that he’ll only dodge it and throw it back. He’s overly confident, constantly gets on your nerves, has the stupidest ideas ever, and so completely ignores the existence of any rule that it’s almost an admirable trait. And still somehow, his shitty jokes make you laugh, his spontaneous thoughts lead to the most wonderful dates, and his passion inspires you so much your creativity overflows.

- You take paper and pencil with you everywhere, just so that if the moment is right, you can scribble down an idea or a drawing. While you work, he’ll usually peek over your shoulder and comment, which you completely ignore, and sometimes he’ll disturb you to the point where he rips whatever it is from your fingers and you first have to win a pillow fight to get your stuff back. When you’re not drawing or writing, you’re either crocheting or reading, both activities requiring concentration without interruption, and though he keeps doing the latter anyway, he also has yarn and books appearing seemingly out of thin air on your bedside table, so you really can’t be mad at him for long. 

- Fred loves when you let out your more sassy, sarcastic side, even when it’s aimed at him. When it’s not, he’ll laugh and pull you close to him and kiss your cheek, throw the person a victorious look and whisper how much he loves you just for you to hear. When it’s indeed aimed at him, which happens far more often the longer the two of you have been dating, he responds just as teasingly, never embarrassed no matter what you say. 

- Though you’ve never been too big of a Quidditch fan, once you’re dating Fred, it’s kind of inevitable to go to the games and cheer. For him, notably, not your own house. Though when he is playing against Ravenclaw, you find yourself betting on your house’s win against him often enough. Whenever the Gryffindors play, he drags you along to watch, and every time he does something slightly worth applause, he looks at you while you roll your eyes and clap for him and wait for the unmistakably following wink. And in the end, when they win, you run up to him the second his feet hit the ground, throw yourself into his arms and kiss him in a glorious fashion, just to see his eyes light up and the grin that can’t be wiped off his face for the next three days. You do that not only because you actually feel as joyous when they win - they do too often and you’re not into Quidditch enough to really feel the euphoria he does - but mainly because you realise the first time you do how much he loves it. 

hope you enjoyed it <333