#love for your brother that is there for you no matter what and that cares so much that it hurts him

[multific]

Quiet Comfort

Emperor Geta x Reader

Summary: After a long day, your husband returns to your arms. 

You watched the shadows dance on the walls of your chambers, the fire crackling softly as you got more and more sleepy. 

The room filled with the faint aroma of jasmine from the garden beyond your window. 

You had spent the evening waiting, knowing it would be late when Geta finally returned. 

But you were determined to wait for your husband.

He had spent the entire day in council, discussing matters of the empire with senators and advisors, it was a rather exhausting affair that always left him drained. Given how his brother's illness didn't allow him to even properly think at times. Which meant all of the pressure and responsibility shifted.

All eyes were on Geta.

At last, the heavy door creaked open, and Geta stepped inside. 

His golden dress gleamed in the firelight, and his expression was one of weariness. 

Yet when his eyes found yours, a flicker of relief softened his features along with a smile.

“Long day?” you asked gently, rising from your seat. You already knew the answer.

He gave a tired nod and closed the door behind him. 

“Too long,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

You crossed the room to meet him, placing a hand on his arm. “Come, sit by the fire. You need to rest.” you spent the day attending to your duties as Empress. But now, you had to be a wife.

For a moment, he didn’t move his mind was filled he feared it might spill. Then, he allowed you to lead him to the cushioned bench by the hearth. He sat down heavily, the weight of the day still evident in his posture.

“Did the council reach a decision?” you asked, pouring him a cup of wine.

He accepted the cup with a sigh and took a long sip. 

“Barely. They argue over everything, even matters as simple as grain distribution. Sometimes, I wonder if they enjoy the sound of their own voices more than finding solutions.”

"And your brother?" you asked rather fearfully.

But as Geta looked at you, his eyes said it all. 

"Not a good day for him, unfortunately. But the senators drained me too much, I wanted to kill all of them."

You smiled softly, taking a seat beside him. 

“You always manage to keep your composure, though. That’s what makes you a good leader.”

He took another sip of the wine before setting the cup down. 

“Only because I have you to return to,” he said quietly. “You… ground me. Remind me of what truly matters.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you reached out to brush a strand of hair from his face. 

“And you remind me of the strength it takes to lead. I may not sit on council, but I see how much you care for your people.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he leaned into your touch. 

“I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Luckily, you don’t have to find out,” you teased him with a smile.

Geta chuckled softly with a nod. 

He shifted, laying down on the bench and resting his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the tension slowly leave his body. For a while, neither of you spoke, happy to simply be in each other’s presence.

As the fire crackled and the night continued, Geta closed his eyes, his breathing growing slow and steady as he fell asleep. 

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Rest now, My Love,” you whispered. “Tomorrow will be easier.”

And in that quiet moment, with the empire’s burdens left outside the door, all that was left was the love you shared.

And it was more than enough.

~Masterlist~

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[witherby]

i really love your littlest wayne au!! but im so curious what damian thought when the little member joined the family. like imagine being the youngest for so long, then suddenly there's this creature taking his place????

I love where your head is at, because it's very close to how he felt, just a little to the left.

Damian doesn't care that he's no longer the youngest one in the family. He didn't like being "the baby" in the first place, but there was nothing he could really do about that. He put up with being called Baby Bat and Little Guy and Pipsqueak begrudgingly, never truly fond of the implied condescension in those nicknames. When you come along and he loses the title of youngest sibling, he's relieved. Please baby someone else, he never wanted it.

What he can't stand, now that you're here, is the competition.

There's another child in the family. While too young to have the mantle now, it's only a matter of time before Bruce starts training you to become the next Robin. Damian is Robin. That is his birthright. That is his responsibility. He will not surrender that to some weak little child with no blood ties to this family.

So, he doesn't mistreat or neglect or abuse you when you're young, but there's always an underlying upset in his actions. Damian will gently rock your crib when you wake up crying in the middle of the night until you go back to sleep. Damian will help prepare your formula and support your head as he feeds you. Damian will baby-proof the furniture and outlets so you don't get hurt wandering the manor.

He loves you and he's mad at you. Both of these things are true for the longest time.

Then, one day, when you're old enough to seriously consider training to become the next Robin, you turn it down. You tell your dad and brothers and grandfather that you're not interested in joining The Mission. You do not possess the same drive, the same urge, to mould and shape Gotham's future from behind a domino mask like the rest of them.

And Damian is overwhelmed by a nauseating combo of guilt and relief. The mantle is his. He doesn't have to give it up. He is Robin as long as he needs or wants to be.

He was so irritated by you for nothing. His baby sibling is going to be just that, and nothing else, and he's been accumulating resentment for no reason.

You don't understand the rapid uptick in Dami-and-Mouse hang out days, or where all the extra attention and physical affection is coming from, but you sense that your big brother has just crossed a major hurdle and you're happy for him. You continue to love your brother unconditionally while he fights to let go of all the negative feelings he associated with you for years.

[chrattho1]

chris fucking you senseless in the hotel in milan

LOVE THIS

505.

summary: your first trip as a couple,chris is going insane in italy air wanting nothing more than to fuck you crazy.

warnings: smuty smut,p in v,unprotected sex (dont),pet names(baby),dom!chris,no use of y/n.

“god im so tired” you spoke plopping down on the bed of your shared hotel room with chris,both of you just coming back from an event

but chris wasn’t tired. he was far from it. all he wanted to do was rip that black,tiny little skirt off of you.

you see the air in milan did something to him,from the moment you guys landed chris wanted to pin you down on the freshly made hotel room bed,and go at it for hours on end,he wanted to hear you scream,beg him for more,he also thought-what if the other guests’ on the floor hear them,but was quick to ignore that thought because he didn’t give a fuck.

his brothers were a floor up,he doesn’t know for what reason but he thanks whoever assigned them their rooms because he was sure,that once he got the chance to fuck you,the entire 5th floor would know.

“chris?” chris’ thoughts were cut off by you waving your hands in front of him,you who was still in the skirt,legs on top of each other as you sit on the edge of the bed,oh how much would he love to spread-

“chris oh my god pay attention” you spoke again trying to get chris out of his trance. “so i was sitting at the seat that was assigned to me and you will never guess who was next to-” you started rambling about some shit chris didn’t care about right now,he was quick to interrupt you.

“need you” he almost whispered,his voice filled with lust and need fr.

“what?” you ask him genuinely thinking you didnt hear him right.

that was when chris took matters into his own hands,he got up from the bed, grabbed your calfs from where you were, making you drop on your back on the bed,you hair all over the bed,chris quickly lowered himself to kiss you roughly,you smirk between the kiss loving this side of him.

he slipped his tongue,roaming it all over the insides of your mouth,making it meet your tongue. he stooped down to lay kisses on your neck, going all the way down to your exposed cleavage through the shirt.

“off. now” he spoke between marking one of your boobs,speaking holding the hem of shirt

your hands find a way through him to the buttons of your shirt,unbuttoning them as fast as you can,panting for air. as soon as those buttons were off chris took the very expensive shirt off and threw it somewhere.

he pulled back to look at the bra you were wearing, “fuck,wanted to see this all day” he groaned before getting back to your lips,hands sneaking behind to unbuckle the bra,and yet again throwing it off somewhere.

still kissing you,his hands roam around your now free breasts,squeezing them and teasing your nipples. he then starts to take his shirt off and gets to your boobs again,kissing and sucking on one while the other one was being played with.

“h-h-uh-chris-need you” you say in between breaths now “yeah? gotta be more specific baby” he spoke looking up at you from your tits

“need you,inside-of me-r-right now” you say firmly this time,making him nod

“its a shame you have to take this off,your ass looks phenomenal in it” chris says unbuttoning the button on your skirt,being met with the sight of your black laced panties. man he could cum right there.

chris’ breath hitched “wearing my favourite pair and not even telling me? baby c’mon” chris whines looking at you,your face already fucked out from all the teasing he has been doing.

he ditches his pants and boxers,his hard cock springing out like its been waiting for ages,pre cum leaking,tip red and swollen.

he comes up to your face,grabbing both of your hands from your sides and putting them in a hold in his fist,pinning you down to the bed. his free hand grabbing one of your thighs telling you to wrap them around his torso.

“now be loud for me huh?” chris said before thrusting all of him in you,not giving you any time to adjust to his size,and starts pumping in and out.

a loud whine leaves your mouth,in disbelief of how pleasurable this is. your eyes shutting instinctively,your head falling back.

“look at me” chris speaks between his heavy breaths and moans,his own eyes half closed in pleasure

“fuck-chris—fu” the bed quite literally moving with you guys,creaking on the wooden floor. both of your bodies slapping and making sounds that could be cinematic.

“yeah you like—-that-huh? like taking me all in?” chris speaks through his teeth,his voice betraying him and letting out a moan right after his question

“tell me how much you-like it” chris said in your ear, sounding almost pathetic because of how much he wanted to hear you say you liked it,and that sent a shiver down your spine,made you moan in a scream

“fuck-i lik-fuck—fuck like it so much baby” your hands still tied in chris’ fists,his knuckles turning white

“my god—look at you” he says speeding up,the room is filled with your whines ,pleads, groans and moans.

“gonna cu-cum chris-oh my god-oh my god-fuck-fuck—” you scream as you crash down with your orgasm,back arching,walls clenching around chris’ dick making a knot in his stomach.

“shit—shit-oh—shittt” he cums with the last few deep thrusts in you,crashing on top of you,letting go of your hands,your legs still wrapped around him lifelessly

about 5 minutes of heavy breathing and chris praising you into the skin of your neck,he pulls out,and lays to your side

“gonna fuck you like that in every country we step foot in” chris smiled at you,both of you looking like a mess.

his eyes fall between your thighs,his cum spilling out of you

“fuck would you look at that?” he lets out a chuckle,you put your hands on your face in embarrassment

“hey-hey baby thats fucking beautiful,thats also the hardest ive ever cum” he chuckles again holding your face in his hands now.

“you did so good for me,now lets get you cleaned up yeah?” you nod with a smile and watched as he picked up the phone provided in the hotel room and dialed up room service

“hey! could i get some wet and dry towels in room 505?”

a/n: wrote this in 20 minutes,didn’t proof read it yet so dont come at me with errors pleak😓

[burningembers91]

The Choices We Make - Kim Do-Hyun x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Haunted by the choices he's made and the lives he's taken, Mercenary Leader Kim Do-Hyun has resigned himself to a life of loneliness and solitude. But try as he might, he can't seem to stay away from the beautiful, shy waitress who's wrapped herself around his heart.

A/N: I am so excited to write for this man!

Kim Do-Hyun led a dangerous life. At first, it wasn’t through the desire to seek dangerous thrills, but entirely out of necessity. His ailing parent’s had medical bills his job couldn’t cover. They were facing eviction, and thinking of his parents out on the street made him sick to his stomach.

He’d devoted his life to military service, rising through the ranks to Sergeant, commanding his team with integrity and respect. But his government had failed his parents; the ones who had fought for their country’s freedom during the Korean War. The day his parents were refused the help they so desperately needed, was the day Do-Hyun lost faith in the country he had once loved so much.

It was an ex-colleague who had first alerted him to the life of a mercenary. The pay was substantial, one job enough to cover the cost of his parent’s medical bills and keep the roof over their heads. Do-Hyun fought for rich oligarchs and conglomerates, carrying out their bidding, no matter how drastic or violent their missions were. He had the ability to switch his brain off as he carried out the heinous acts he was paid handsomely to commit; to separate the lives he took from the need to care for his parents.

His father died shortly after his fourth mission, closely followed by his mother. Do-Hyun no longer needed to carry out his missions, but without his family, without a job, he was nothing. So, he carried on taking the big pay days, fighting wars he had no interest in, working for men and large corporations who had the world twisted around their bony fingers. He didn’t agree with what his employers were doing, but this job had made him bitter. He had never been under the illusion that the world was a nice place, but the life of a mercenary had opened his eyes to the harsh reality; the world was cruel, and so were the people who ran it.

He ended up commanding a team who quickly became like brothers to him and for the first time in a long time, Do-Hyun felt like part of something again. They were always in high demand, his job taking him to every corner of the globe and beyond. Between jobs he would return to Seoul, but never for more than a few days, a week at most. He hated being back in the city that had stripped his parents of their dignity. But Seoul was also where you were. The pretty girl who worked at his favourite restaurant.

He'd always come in when he was back in the city, preferring dining out in a crowd than being home on his own. Do-Hyun didn’t like the silence, the crushing loneliness that came at night. Even if he ate on his own at the restaurant, he was surrounded by strangers, and that was better than being stuck with his own thoughts. You always served him with a smile, always slipping him an extra plate of kimchi or pork Mandu, or another beer on the house. You so kind to him, and on quiet nights you’d sit and talk, wiling away the hours until it was time to go home. He enjoyed your chats, and always dreaded when you left, leaving him alone with his nightmares.

Do-Hyun had thought many times about inviting you out for a drink after your shift. He watched you each night, his desire for you growing every time he saw you. You were beautiful, but there was also a shyness to you that he found endearing. You were also far too good for him. The things he did for money kept him up at night, the faces of the people he’d killed haunting his nightmares. You didn’t need someone like him dragging you down.

He never had a problem finding a woman to keep him company on the nights he couldn’t bare to be alone, but there was never a connection there. It was always just sex, a meaningless dalliance between the sheets that more often than not left him feeling emptier than he had before. He craved human connection, but how did you connect with someone when your job was to take life away?

He learned a lot about you on the evenings he spent in the restaurant. You worked as a waitress to pay your bills, desperate to travel but never quite able to make enough so that you could save and live comfortably. You had dreams of trekking through the Amazon, of climbing mountains, and sailing oceans. Do-Hyun had done all that and more, regaling you with his stories. His life as a mercenary had taken him to the most beautiful places, but the things he did there were nothing short of ugly.

“I don’t ever think I’ll get to go,” you smiled sadly one night as he helped you close up. “But it’s nice to dream. Dreaming keeps you sane.” Do-Hyun dreamt of you, dreamt of taking you to all the places you had on your bucket list. He dreamt of making love to you on a secluded beach, trekking mountains and exploring caves with you by his side. But he couldn’t seem to free himself from the chains he’d shackled himself in. He couldn’t face leaving his life as a mercenary, of leaving the men that had become brothers to him. Even if he did leave, he couldn’t forget the atrocities he’d committed. He didn’t want you to know about the awful things he'd done, about the lives he’d taken.

So, he continued to work for people who had no regard for the fragility of life, and he continued to seek you out whenever he was back in the city. You could see the sadness in his eyes, could almost feel the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders. You knew very little about the man who had captivated you with tales of his travels; he was an enigma, a walking mystery. You wondered what had happened to him to make him so sad, but you could never bring yourself to ask him. You often wondered where he went, disappearing for weeks, sometimes months at a time. But he would always show up again, always sit at the same table, order the same food. He had a face that looked as though it was chiselled from marble, his sharp features captivating you like nothing ever had. His chest and shoulders were broad, the fabric of his shirts always straining against his muscles. You thought about him often, picturing him on his various travels, with you by his side.

Do-Hyun didn’t realise that on the nights he spent looking up at the stars in some far-flung corner of the globe that you back in Seoul thinking of him too. He was too broken by his choices to do anything about his feelings for you, and you were too shy to ask out the handsome man who seemed so alone.

Neither of your realised how much those nights in the restaurant meant to one another, how much you longed for each other. Do-Hyun never really saw the faces of the random women he fucked; he was too busy imagining they were you.

The loneliness he felt when he dreamed of a life with you was overwhelming. But that was the life he had chosen for himself. No one would want to be with a man who was paid to take life away. Especially not someone as perfect and innocent as you.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Toto's obsession p.9

Hey guyss, I hope you enjoy this part and if you've missed part 8 or if you want to read it from the beginning here's my masterlist :)

The tension from the paddock still lingered as you and Toto returned to the motorhome. Toto’s arm was firmly around your waist, his protective demeanor more evident than ever. As soon as the door closed behind you, he turned to you, concern etched across his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning yours for any sign of discomfort. Before you could answer, his tone grew firmer. "Those paparazzi had no right to corner you like that. I'm going to make sure they’re fired."

You placed a calming hand on his chest, looking up at him softly. "Toto, let it go. They were just doing their job."

His jaw tightened, but he sighed, clearly trying to rein in his frustration. "They crossed the line. But if that’s what you want, fine."

Before the conversation could continue, there was a knock at the door. The team’s social media manager stepped in, looking hesitant but determined. "I hate to interrupt," she began, "but the news about your engagement is already online. It’s everywhere. I need to know if you want to release a statement."

Toto’s expression darkened, but he didn’t let go of you. Instead, he addressed the manager directly. "Our relationship is private, and it will stay that way," he said firmly. "There’s no need for a statement."

The manager nodded, understanding the finality in his tone, and quickly excused herself. Once the door closed, Toto turned back to you, his hands cupping your face gently. "I’m going to handle this," he assured you before leaning down to kiss you deeply. His kiss was grounding, a reminder that no matter what happened, you were in this together.

"I know you will," you whispered, feeling the weight of the situation but trusting him implicitly.

After a few moments, you decided to step out to find George. He had been distant ever since the dinner, and you knew the news breaking wouldn’t help matters. You found him leaning against a wall outside the garage, his arms crossed and his expression guarded.

"Hey," you greeted softly, walking up to him. He glanced at you, his stance stiff but his eyes betraying a flicker of warmth.

"Hey," he replied, though his tone was hesitant. "I heard the news is out."

You nodded, sighing. "Yeah, it is."

He studied you for a moment before speaking again. "How do you feel about it?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to put your emotions into words. "Overwhelmed," you admitted. "It’s a lot to process."

George’s expression softened slightly, but he still looked conflicted. "You know," he began carefully, "you don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. Just because things have gone this far doesn’t mean you’re trapped."

His words surprised you, but you shook your head firmly. "That’s not it, George. I love Toto."

George frowned, clearly struggling to accept your answer. "I don’t understand how you can trust him so completely. He’s—he’s not like us. He’s controlling, and I’m worried he’s going to hurt you."

"He’s not like that," you countered gently but firmly. "Toto takes care of me. He makes me feel safe."

George shook his head, frustration evident in his posture. "You deserve someone who doesn’t make you feel like you have to choose between him and your family."

"George, I’m not choosing," you said, your voice tinged with sadness. "I want you to be part of this, part of my life with him."

Before George could respond, a familiar voice interrupted. "Can I have a word with George?" Toto’s tone was calm, but there was an undeniable authority in it. You turned to see him standing there, his gaze focused on your brother.

You glanced between the two of them, sensing the tension. Toto’s eyes softened when they met yours. "It’s about work," he added, his tone gentler. "Can you wait outside for a moment?"

Reluctantly, you nodded and stepped out, leaving the two men to talk. Even though you trusted Toto, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of unease. Whatever they were about to discuss, you just hoped it wouldn’t drive a deeper wedge between you and George.

From Toto’s point of view, he watched you leave, his heart tightening at the sight of your worried expression. As soon as the door closed behind you, his demeanor shifted. His calm exterior remained, but there was a steely edge to his gaze as he turned to George.

"You need to stop interfering," Toto began, his voice low and measured. "Your sister is an adult, capable of making her own choices."

George squared his shoulders, his own frustration boiling over. "She’s my sister, and I’m not going to stand by while you manipulate her."

Toto let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Manipulate? Is that what you think this is? George, she loves me, and I love her."

George’s jaw tightened. "She doesn’t see what you’re doing. You’re isolating her. She’s already losing her family because of you."

Toto stepped closer, his height and presence dominating the space. "Careful, George. You’re treading on dangerous ground. I’ve been patient with you because you are important to her, but my patience has limits."

George glared at him, but Toto continued, his voice dropping even lower. "You should know that I’ve been considering some changes to the team with Kimi joining us next season."

George’s eyes widened, his anger faltering for a moment. "You wouldn’t."

Toto’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "Don’t test me. I value your talent, but no one is irreplaceable. If you want to keep your position here, I suggest you stop trying to sabotage my relationship."

George clenched his fists, but Toto didn’t back down. "Your sister means everything to me. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her and our relationship."

With that, Toto turned and walked to the door, his expression neutral as he opened it to let you back in. Seeing your concerned face, his demeanor softened immediately. "Everything is sorted," he said, offering you a reassuring smile.

You glanced between them, unsure of what had transpired but relieved that the tension seemed to have lessened. "Are you sure?"

Toto nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Positive. Now, let’s not worry about anything else tonight."

[neerons]

Some of Yves Kloss’ best quotes

"He caaaaaaaaame! " (—Yves screaming about Clavis)

"You're the most common commoner I've ever seen. You have no redeeming features to speak of. Why should I accept someone like that?"

"Choosing me shows how sophisticated you are. You won't regret it." (—Yves' changing route quote)

"Y-You call that a CAKE...?" (—Yves reacting to Clavis' gift)

"If this shameless behavior goes on any longer, you’ll find out what happens if you test my patience. I suggest that you don’t." (—Yves defending Emma in front of a noblewoman that bullied her)

"ExCUSE me? What on earth are you doing hiding in my closet?!"

"Excuse me? And why not?! I’m going to tell everyone, so we can figure out how best to punish her for what she did to you! (…) Huh?! Hey, no, you’ve got it all wrong! This isn’t kindness! I just know I’d end up with the worst stomachache if something happened to you because of me!" (—Yves defending Emma)

"Why should you have to be the one to carry such a heavy burden? This is a problem between two nations. It’s not the sort of thing a simple, kind-hearted woman like yourself needs to get involved in."

"…Emma really is amazing. I could never do anything like that. I always wanted to be a bridge that could bring Obsidian and Rhodolite together… But I was despised just for being half-Obsidianite, and I accepted it all, like it was completely normal. I never did a single thing to actually improve the relationship between our countries. I didn’t even think I could. It takes courage and resolve to approach someone when you’re completely at odds with them. It’s not easy, not in the slightest. I bet it’s left Emma in tears countless times. But even so, she’s still here now, holding her head high and taking that first step towards peace. She really is… amazing. (…) She’s so beautiful it’s dazzling. (…) I’ve spent my whole life with my head down, seeing nothing but the ground at my feet. I really need to change—I need to learn from her example." (—Yves talking about Emma to Leon)

"Fhwhwh...?! Oh my god. How is my little brother this adorable?!" (—Yves talking about Licht)

"Know this: Yves Kloss loves you, and he's always thinking about you. There's not a day you're not in his thoughts."

"You do realize you're pretty, no matter what?"

"For the record? Each time you make me happy, I swear I'll make you even happier."

"H-Hey... Have you really not noticed that I, Yves Kloss, am waiting for the right moment to talk with you?"

"U-Um, Emma... Don't tell me you're... with both of them...?" (—Yves talking about Emma holding Gilbert's and Clavis' hands)

"Just the thought of being tossed into a den full of women sends a shiver up my spine..."

"Did you just say... LOVE?!" (—Yves to Licht and Leon)

"I guess you captivated me. You were always striving to be perfect, and... that's the Emma I fell in love with."

"Y-You think you can just be all cute and get away with it, huh?"

"Please don't cry, Emma. When you cry... my heart aches so badly I don't know what to do."

"I'm not a prince to be pitied. It doesn't matter if no one accepts me. The only one I need acceptance from is me. (...) It doesn't matter what other people say. What's the point, if you can't trust yourself, and believe in your own worth? Even if they trample you under their filthy, worn boots—so long as you hold your head high and believe in yourself, it'll only make you stronger."

"Okay, which of you gave Licht wine?! How many times have I told you not to?!"

"There are so many people in the world who hate me. But... I hate me more than any of them."

"Aww, Licht, don't be so down. Failure is an unavoidable part of cooking!" (—Yves reassuring a sulking Licht)

"I'm never making dessert for any of you ever again!! You're all horrible and you can eat dirt for all I care!"

"I am NOT a cat!!!"

"...I know that kindness of yours is probably a virtue, but I can't help worrying that you're going to kindness yourself to death one day."

"What? No! I didn't meow. Why on earth would I meow?!"

"You're my goddess of happiness. I... thank you for coming, Emma."

"He's such a brazen fool! Not a principled bone in his body, and he's incorrigible to boot!" (—Yves talking about Nokto)

"Listen, you didn't hear this from me, but... Licht made almost five hundred attempts before he baked an edible batch of cookies. (...) That boy really loves you a lot. So much that it gives me heartburn just thinking about it."

"I often get told that I don't have luck. But when I talk to you, I feel like my life isn't all that bad."

"I hope she comes soo... WAHH! W-Warn me when you come!"

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

Sparks Fuji Rock Festival '13 Interview translated from Japanese to English using google translate

Sparks, a band formed by brothers Ron and Russell Mael, have released over 20 albums in the 40 years since their debut in 1971. During their long career, they have built a unique identity with pop music as their foundation and a unique musicality that constantly reinvents its own style, and have received tremendous support from musicians such as Morrissey, Bjork, Jim O'Rourke and Franz Ferdinand. In recent years, they are such Japanophiles that they visit Japan at least once a year in addition to touring. Following their Two Hands, One Mouth tour in January this year, the two returned to Japan in July to perform at FUJI ROCK FESTIVAL '13, and we interviewed them!

--This is your second time performing at Fuji Rock. In April of this year, you also performed at Coachella, a music festival in California, which is your hometown. Is there anything different in what you keep in mind when performing at a festival compared to a regular performance?

Russell Mael: At festivals, unlike the audience that comes to see our regular performances, many people don't know our music. In that sense, it's unknown territory, but we don't change our show for that reason. We perform at festivals with the same staging as we do at regular performances. That's because we want to express what we do in the purest form possible. It doesn't matter if the number of audience members changes. And we're not performing live with the aim of having everyone jump and scream (laughs). We're just particular about how we can express ourselves as a band called Sparks at a live performance.

Ron Mael: Of course, at festivals, due to time constraints, the show will be shorter than a normal show. Our set at Coachella was short, but today's show is not that different in length from a normal show. This is because SMASH, the organizer, understood that and made the necessary adjustments. I'm grateful for that. It was a good experience for us to play at Coachella. There were only two types of bands: indie guitar bands and dance acts, and the audience that came to see us was hypnotized (laughs). But we felt that it was a good response. Of course, people who know the music and come to see us get excited, but we also attracted people who don't know anything about it.

--If Sparks were to curate a festival, what kind of lineup would they have?

Ron: All the artists I'd choose are dead now (laughs)! Miles Davis…

Russell: After Miles Davis, the Beatles.

Ron: And Glenn Gould. Russell: A festival with only 3 artists!

--This is truly the best festival!

Ron: But there'll probably be a fight over who gets to headline.

Russell: Yeah, there are three acts and only one day (laughs).

--I first heard of Sparks about 10 years ago, when I was really impressed by the song "The Number One Song In Heaven" that the members of Franz Ferdinand played as a DJ. What do you think about the fact that there are more and more young audiences who admire Sparks, including young musicians?

Ron: Oh, I see. We get along well. You mentioned festivals, but playing at venues like that is a good opportunity to promote our music to a younger audience. Of course, our fans who have been with us for many years are important, but deep down we care about the younger audience too. It's embarrassing, but of course we're happy that the music we make is loved by an audience half our age. We don't want to be treated as legends at all, but if you compare us to the image of a young band around 18 years old, we might come across as bigwigs (laughs).

--Could you tell us a bit about your current Two Hands, One Mouth tour?

Russell: It's a live show that's just Ron's two hands and my voice. We wanted to express ourselves in a way that we've never done before. We've never toured just the two of us, and Sparks has worked with various musicians in the past, but Ron and I are the core members. We wanted to show that musically in a live show. That said, we didn't want to make it a soft one like an acoustic night with a delicate singer-songwriter (laughs), so it was important to have the power and "immediacy" of Sparks. We spent a lot of time arranging the songs to make it possible for just the two of us. Especially Ron's parts. But the response from critics and fans has been good. We were worried that if we did a completely different live show than usual, even our own fans would dislike it. But we've toured most of Europe and the United States, and we're going to tour Europe and the United States again in October for the second leg. The tour title is "The Revenge of Two Hands, One Mouth," and we're going to add songs that we didn't play on this tour to the set list.

--When arranging the songs for this tour, was there anything that you found particularly difficult? For example, a dance track like "The Number One Song In Heaven"... that song is half instrumental.

Russell: Yes. On the album, the drums and kick drums add a dance-like element, but we had to take all that out. But it sounds good in a different way.

Ron: There are a lot of songs that we wanted to play but couldn't arrange well for this concept. So the setlist is about half songs we wanted to play and half songs that fit the concept. In many cases, we had to take a completely opposite approach to the original songs to play them together. That's why almost all the songs are not faithful to the originals.

--As you mentioned earlier, it seems that bands that have been active for many years often become afraid of change and fall into a rut. What is the driving force behind your spirit of challenge and your constant desire to change, even after being active for over 40 years?

Russell: Maybe it's because it's become a part of the Sparks band. We want to try out the balance of lyrics and music, songwriting, singing, personality, and other parts that are the essence of Sparks, while keeping them in various environments. It's also because we have a long career. If we don't constantly reconstruct that as a band, it will be boring for us and for our fans. So we are eager to pave a new path, just like Sparks.

--You recently performed a musical called "The Seduction Of Ingmar Bergman" and released an album for it. Where do the concepts for each work come from or where do you get the inspiration?

Russell: The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman may seem like a completely different, more ambitious album than a normal one, but it's still a Sparks album in the end. Even if it's a story-driven musical, that's something Sparks would do, and we don't think of it as separate from making three-minute pop songs. People often ask me, "When is the next 'real' Sparks album coming out?" But it's a Sparks album! Fans who have loved us since the early days and understand the band know that. Even if you compare this tour and The Seduction of Ingmar Bergman, they're completely different, but for us, we feel that it's a consistent way of expression in the sense that we're doing something different every time.

Ron: Yes. It has a lot to do with doing something we've never tried before. There's a bit of anxiety, though. It would be easy to just make a 10-song album. The quality of the work is up to the listener to decide, but we've done that format so many times already, so we wanted to do something completely different within the realm of pop music. We're both sensitive to the feeling of just doing it, and we don't want to fall into that vicious circle, whether it's recording or performing live. With this live performance, it feels like we're walking a tightrope without a safety net, but that's why we felt like, "Let's give it a try!"

--During your 40 years of activity, you must have experienced many changes in the music industry. How have those changes had a beneficial impact on the band?

Russell: As technology has advanced, digital recording has had a big impact. It has become easier, cheaper, and more personal to record. Sparks' recent albums - I forget how many there are, but they were all recorded in my studio. But they're still as good as recordings made in professional studios. But that's just a superficial fact, and the act of making music hasn't changed. It's just that the fact that so many things have become so accessible has simplified the process. Ultimately, the most important process in making music hasn't changed.

--What do you think about the fact that the distance between the band and the fans has been shortened through social media? I get the impression that Sparks really cares about their fans.

Russell: We're not particularly good at using the internet, but being able to connect with our fans...I think other bands feel the same way, but I feel that it's especially beneficial for Sparks. For example, Facebook is great because you can see the immediate response. If you post "Today we're performing at Fuji Rock!", you'll get responses not only from people at the venue, but also from overseas. It's like a kind of community, which didn't exist in the past.

--Also, Sparks often posts photos of the places he visits on tour on his Facebook page. The ones he takes in Japan are especially interesting.

Ron: (laughs) Yes, especially in Japan. Japan really brings out the best in us!

--It was about two years ago, I particularly like the photo of Ron and EXILE (laughs).

Russell: Hahaha. It's old but it's a great photo. Classic!

--Finally, how do you two view the current music scene?

Ron: I hope it's a time of transition.

--Are you saying things are heading in a good direction...or the opposite?

Ron: Maybe I'm just pessimistic, but I don't feel any ambition from people making music right now. So I hope that more ambitious artists will come along. You mentioned Franz Ferdinand at the beginning of the interview, and I feel that what they're doing is solid. But I don't think they've expanded the boundaries of pop music and explored its potential. That's an important factor when we criticize pop music. I get the impression that there are very few bands that are exploring that part.

--My impression is that everything is derivative, and that it lacks the vitality and energy that was present when new movements like punk or hip hop were emerging.

Ron: Yes, there's almost no genre, everything's all one in the same, like pop music with hip hop elements.

--How about Russell?

Russell: Like Ron, I feel like a lot of artists are satisfied with the status quo. There's nothing that we hear that makes us go, "Wow! What's this? I've never heard anything like this before!" in a good way. The music right now is all "Oh, I've heard this before." That's kind of sad. There's no one doing anything that's surprising us.

--And it's not just music; the amount of information has increased enormously, and the amount we process each day has increased, so it feels like this is changing the way we interact with music.

Ron: Besides pop music, we are bombarded with various "things" every day. As a result, we can no longer concentrate enough to listen to one album. More and more people don't even buy one song on iTunes, let alone an album, and instead download it illegally. If that's the case, I wonder how much value there is in popular music today. I don't want to complain about how things used to be like this or that...

--It could also be taken as, "Things were better in the old days."

Ron: Yes, those were the days when synthesizers were pulled by horse-drawn carts (laughs).

[mooneggtarts]

New AU got me thinking about the concept of TSC asking Alan if his school friends could come spend the night and Alan agreeing despite knowing full well he's not the one who's gonna take care of them, and all the chaos that would happen afterwards.

P.S If someone were to make fanart for your AVA AUs, would your preferred way of getting them be via submit or just a tag after being posted?

I still like to do some parallel on my AUs with the canon stuff that's been happening. So to me, the first time Sec ask if his friends are allowed to visit is to Vic first (cause Vic was like, the most responsible older figure in his eyes).

Vic was nervous, cause they all never have other people in their home before, and he doesn't know what Alan would even think (no matter how "changed" Alan thinks of himself), so he gently have to tell Sec "no".

But Sec was being a bit rebelious, and sneak his friends into his room while his brothers are busy outside.

Unknowingly since Alan never had anyone else ever visit in his place, nor has anyone else told him that someone will be visiting, it's natural that he'd be reacting immediately and darting towards Sec's room when he heard a scream that was NOT Sec's- nor his other brothers' and was shocked to see other sticks besides his kids.

Seeing other kids, in a room that was just an utter mess, and one of them— including Sec—was tackling eachother. Alan, whom has been so out of toych with his kids' social life and social life in general. Ofc he'd think that the CG are intruders.

Then he snaps them away, poof, dissapears (yes actually, they all still have their canon powers, just not allowed to use them in house or in the public. Unless it's an emergency. Like now) right in front of Sec's very eyes before he could tell Alan to stop.

Sec, ofc, cried and angrily hitting Alan (which was surprising cause he didn't expect Sec could hit really hard) babbling how those were his friends and that he killed them, and Alan's words got cut in every hit in trying to reassure Sec something.

Until Sec heard familiar shouts outside. And he darts towards his room window and see his friends all okay and well, waving their hands at him, jumping up and down.

Alan didn't kill them. He just teleports them outside. To say that things got slightly awkward afterward would be an understatement but it didn't last a day.

And for the fanarts? Up to you! You can always submit or tag me in a post whatever you like! Whatever makes you more comfortable with, I'll always love to see them either way!

[maxdibert]

the sirius date thing got me really laughing - and now i’m curious, considering you said you’ve been with sbd similar, what are some of your assumptions/headcanons of how it would be like?

-Typical guy who makes you meet in the city center because, for him, leaving there is like going on Erasmus.

-He tells you he knows a super alternative place with a really cool, modern vibe, but it’s actually just a fancy pub in the middle of a working-class neighborhood that's slowly being gentrified by rich kids opening eco and handmade shops charging triple the average market price.

-The pub he takes you to serves craft beer, but the funds go to political causes like squatting abandoned places, all very self-managed, with a vegan menu and everything. Of course, everything is three times more expensive.

-The first thing he does is talk about himself because he's super important and tells you how involved he is in political issues.

-Now he starts talking about the problems he’s had with his family because of his political views, how much he’s fought to break away from them, and how little he cares about being the black sheep, especially since his mother is a bitch and he hates her.

-The next 40 minutes are a monologue about all the things his mother has done to him, how much she's screwed him over, and how much he hates her for being a damn fascist.

-Insert monologue about how much he despises his brother for going along with their mother and letting his brain be washed. -Insert monologue about his father being a pushover.

-After an hour of talking about himself and his family and making it clear that he urgently needs a psychologist, he bounces back and starts boasting again, swearing that none of it matters to him because he's fine with how he is, loves his life, and knows he’s right and his family is wrong, that he’s the good guy and they’re the bad ones.

-He proceeds to another monologue justifying his entire political career to prove that his family is wrong, and he’s right, that he’s a hero and they’re fascists, and that he’s very happy with the life he’s chosen, being a guy with principles, unlike them who are sheep and whom he can't stand, even though he’s spent the entire date talking about them.

-Of course, you ask if he lives with friends or something, like renting. -But he lives alone. -You’re surprised because who the hell can live alone with the current rent prices?

-He mentions that, well, his uncle died and left him a flat and an inheritance, so he doesn’t have to study or work because he prefers to spend his time kicking Nazi asses. His family are privileged rich people, but not him; he has political awareness, even though he owns a flat and is so loaded that he doesn’t need to work.

-He makes a couple of rude comments to the waiters, and when you call him out, he says something like, "Well, it’s their job, right?" but he’s a defender of workers' rights. It’s just that, come on, he’s paying like 15 pounds for a damn beer, the least they can do is serve it quickly, right? But yeah, the capitalists are the exploiters, down with capitalism, especially his family.

-All his anecdotes, apart from bragging about political stuff or criticizing his family, are about his school adventures.

-Apparently, he’s had no life outside of secondary school because that’s all he talks about. -And he was a total jerk, which you point out, and he seems quite surprised and says, no, come on, they were just kids' jokes.

-And you're like... okay.

-He mentions that he only joked with people who were like his family, and you’re like... okay.

-You’re increasingly baffled because you don’t know if he’s pulling your leg or if there are really people so deep in their bubble.

-He keeps talking about your friends because, of course, you don’t matter; only he and his circumstances matter, and his friends seem like jerks to you. He tells you his best friend James is the best and starts praising him to the skies, and then you ask... but are you bisexual?

-And the guy looks quite taken aback, like, what?

-And you’re like, well, you’re kind of in love with your friend, right?

-And he laughs nervously, saying no, because, come on, you’re talking to a guy who rides a motorbike and fights Nazis, so "no homo," you know, even though he’s clearly obsessed with his best friend, describing him with more intensity than you talk about your favorite series, which is saying something.

-And honestly, the date is a total bore. Fortunately, he offers to pay, which is appreciated since he insists on going to places for rich snobs, so at least he handles the bill.

And that’s the headcanon lol.

[igglemouse]

Week 1 ~ Introducing Marisol ~ Thursday

The conversation continues about love but I decided to center it onto her.

Marisol: So, when did you know that you'd say yes? I mean, was there a moment where you knew you'd marry-

Valery: Oh yes, of course! There was just something about him I suppose. I could tell that he cared for me, truly and deeply, that he would do anything to see me smile.

Marisol swoons: That's so sweet!

Valery: I'll tell you when. You know, we were having a date at some small local place, Tacos y Mas, I think I've taken you there when you were little? Any ways, a man was walking by and you could tell just by his gait that he was an accident waiting to happen and boy did it ever! He spilled his tray and his drink, some kind of cherry soda, all over me! Your dad then makes the silliest of jokes. When I should have been angry about my shirt being ruined and having cherry soda all over me he had made me laughed. He was always trying to make me laugh because he said, and I quote, 'I love the smile on your face after you've stopped,' and I'll never forget that. No matter what happened he was trying to get that smile out of me.

I honestly can't think of anything to add to that. Papi was certainly like that and every memory I have of him is special. Even in death he makes me smile. That's how you know someone has lived a good life. Ah, I guess I never did mention that huh? Mami is a widow and she's done as well as she could raising me and my two brothers in our later years...

Index ~ Next

[cherryeclipses]

first love 🤍 sam winchester x reader

Sam Winchester x Reader - minimal use of she/her pronouns. Fluff, young love, angst. Very minimal use of Y/N. Unedited This is my first fic in almost 6 years...I'm not a Sam girl so I hope this isn't too OOC

★ ˚⋆

At 5 years old my mum was murdered, by the time I was 6 dad had dedicated his life to hunting the thing that killed my mum. By 13 my dad was hunted and killed by the very same demon. I had to start a new life under the care of dad's very good friend Bobby. Life at Uncle Bobby's was fun, once you got used to the smell of stale whiskey and old books. He took me in as his own as soon as he heard the news of my father's passing, I was now his little girl who he swore to protect with his life. This meant being homeschooled and learning to shoot a shotgun, but none of that mattered when John Winchester brought his sons, Sam and Dean to stay when he went on longer hunts. Sam and Dean were my best friends, nobody understood me more than them. I would spend my mornings with Dean, who taught me everything there is to know about monsters and how to kill them. My evenings were spent having movie marathons or reading side by side with Sam. Over the years I found myself falling in love with Sam. What started as a close friendship slowly turned into an infatuation with the younger Winchester brother.

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"I can only see the Big Dipper, I'm giving up."

"No no, look here." Sam laughed, grabbing my hand to point at another cluster of stars. "That's Orion the Hunter and over here, those three stars make up Orion's Belt." He exclaimed, dropping my hand. We had been laid on our backs stargazing for the past hour, I turn my head to look at Sam. His face illuminated by the stars, he looks ethereal, I just want to reach over and kiss him. But I can't, I mean I could but he would definitely find it weird. Surely he thinks of me a sister. I'm brought back to reality when I realise Sam's also turned to look at me. "You ready to head inside?" He asked. "I should probably get some sleep, I think dad will be back tomorrow." "Sure." I say softly, I hate when the boys leave. I love my Uncle but it can get lonely with just the two of us. The comfortable silence lingers between us for a few more seconds before we both go to our separate beds for the night. That's all it ever is, lingering stares, accidental touches and the aching in my heart.

˚⋆★ ˚⋆ make ur own timeline, a few years or months later.. ˚⋆★ ˚⋆

It was a rainy afternoon, Bobby is away on a hunt for the weekend when there's a knock on the door. Shotgun filled with rock salt bullets in hand, I cautiously open the door. "Sam?!" "Hey, I'm sorry to come over unannounced, I should've called -" before he can finish his sentence I'm ushering him inside, my arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace. "It's been too long, you never have to announce yourself" I laugh as he hugs me tighter. I take a second to look him up and down, "what's wrong?" I ask, taking a step back. "Nothing's wrong, I just had to come see you. Is Bobby here?" "No, he's helping Rufus this weekend. You never have to see me, so what's up?" "Okay, you're right. Um I've decided to go to College." He says quietly. "That's great Sam! It's what you've always wanted." I go to hug him again but sense something is off, he's too quiet. "Isn't it?" I push. "It is, it is. But it's not just that, I want to move away from this life, I want to start new, have a normal life." I finally realise what this is, it's goodbye. After several minutes I finally find something to say, "I know you want a normal life, but we can still be friends in your new normal life. I'm not even a hunter!" He smiles sadly and just shakes his head. "It's not like that, you know it's not. Maybe we will stay in contact, I just wanted to say goodbye in person." Knowing that Sam hasn't been home in awhile, this couldn't have gone over well with John or Dean, I put my feelings aside and embrace Sam in a hug. His warm, strong arms wrapping around me, it feels safe. A small tear escapes me, he'll go off to College, become the highest paid lawyer in the US and marry some hot blonde, I can see it now. Me, Bobby, Dean, all in his past. As if Sam can hear my worries, he tilts my chin up so I'm looking at him. Not wanting to get my hopes up, I start to break away from the hug but Sam leans down and our lips connect in a soft, passionate kiss. It is everything I'd dreamed of, his lips were soft, he smelt delicious like sandalwood and sea salt. His warm hands move to cup my face and I melt. My hands make their way to his hair, still damp from the rain outside. Just as I'm ready to risk it all, he pulls back. "I've been waiting so long for this." He breathes. I can't reply, I'm too stunned, so I just kiss him back, harder this time.

Somehow, we make it to my bed, clothes flung across the room. It's embarrassing to admit that this is the night I've dreamed of for so long. The sunlight peaking through the window wakes me up in the morning, I roll over and realise I didn't dream it last night. My childhood crush is in my bed, naked. The sunlight bouncing off his toned body, disheveled hair strewn across his face. I cuddle into his side, ignoring the fact that this is meant to be his goodbye.

˚⋆★ ˚⋆ a few years later

"Eric, stop giving out free drinks, those girls will never call you and you're making my business go broke!" I smack the dark haired boy over the head. "Yeah yeah, I heard you the first time." He mumbles sheepishly. It's been a year since I inherited the bar from an old hunter and made it my own. It's my pride and joy, running a business and making an honest living. "2 beers please gorgeous." My heart pounds in my ears, I'd know that deep voice anywhere. "Dean Winchester." I breathe, turning around to see the 2 Winchester brothers sat at my bar. "The one and only." Dean winks as I hand the boys their drinks. "Hi" Sam says shyly. I pretend not to hear him. "So, what awful thing brings you back to Sioux Falls?" "The usual." Deans says dryly, taking a sip of his beer. "Still looking for that damn gun." I'd heard all about his search for the Colt and yellow eyes. "Y/N please can we talk?" Sam pleads. "Of course we can talk Sam." I say snarkily. "I didn't know you had taken up hunting again?" He sighs, "it's a long story, have you got a break soon?" He gives me those damn puppy dog eyes, I want to give in and tell him it's okay and I still love him. But I can't, he gave me false hope. Adoring me, right before leaving for College and never speaking to me again. No he's going to have to work a lot harder if he wants me to be friendly with him again. I narrow my eyes at the youngest Winchester, "No I don't, now if you boys will excuse me, I've got a business to run." With that I turn and make my way to the back of the bar but not before telling one of my girls that those cute brothers at the bar can have anything they want, on the house.

"What's her problem?" I hear Dean chuckle to Sam.

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Should I make this a series or maybe write this from Sam's POV??? I hope it was okay!!!! Sorry to rush the ending.

[garez19]

yandere! best friend’s brother x reader.

notes/warnings: sibling abuse, reader and the oc are one year apart in age, english is not my first language, gender-neutral reader, male oc, no yandere tendecies in this part, not proofread, i absolutely have no idea how to use punctuation

[part 1]

you and iris had been friends since you were kids. iris was the person you’d shared all your secrets, everything about yourself. you didn’t need to tell her when something had made you upset, because she already knew it all. and, more importantly, she already knew the reason. you went to the same schools, your first part-time job experience was together, and you were most certainly the first person to listen to each other rambling when you had a crush. iris was your best friend, iris was your sister, and iris was everything you’d asked for from gods when you were in heaven. iris was your blessing.

but not his. iris was his curse. iris was her younger brother’s jinx. she was the biggest punishment, something the gods must’ve sent to test him.

and you had no idea. you always knew emil. yet his name was all you knew. you remembered how he never really spent time with you two. you remembered how he was never around whenever you were at their home, but you never cared. you never cared about anything unless it was iris.

and then you’d started to figure out their dynamic. and to put it simply, iris had everything, and her brother did not.

you didn’t care at first. it wasn’t like you saw him a lot anyway. and when you did, it was just iris being rude and simply telling him to get out. you did not care. you did not tell her to stop. you only wanted to continue playing your favorite game with iris.

you did not care, you told yourself. you weren’t going to interfere. you were not the one to engage in family matters, you repeated.

and you kept going on. you stopped looking at emil when iris shouted at him. you stopped trying to show an expression of sympathy—because let’s be honest, you would’ve put it to an end if you had cared enough. you knew it, and you were aware emil knew it too. you just didn’t care, he told himself. you reminded yourself to shut up when you were in elementary school.

you kept going on— until you couldn’t.

you weren't a naive child anymore, and iris most certainly wasn’t getting better. moreover, emil still didn’t seem to try to defend himself.

you kept going on. until you couldn’t. until you realized you shouldn’t have.

“you’re not a child anymore.” was all you said to her. she looked at you funny, and asked you what you meant.

“what i just said. you’re not a child anymore, neither are your brother.” you repeated. although you felt too guilty to let it go, you still hadn’t had the courage to speak your mind. and even worse, you saw her hit the roof the moment you mentioned her brother— her brother she kept cursing five minutes ago. you weren’t ready for this conversation, you realized. you really weren’t, so you tried to change the topic. you tried to let it go. you started to smile when you saw emil at school, and asked your gods to forgive you whenever you did. and once more, you reminded yourself to let it go. that was all you repeated in highschool.

***

emil didn’t like you at all, especially when you were acting all high and mighty. it seemed funny to say the least, considering you didn’t even have the courage to talk to his sister. emil didn’t like your halfhearted smiles. he didn’t like your cold-natured personality hidden underneath soft “good morning”s. you were his sister’s best friend, and fairly enough, you were just like her, if not worse. however, he was happy the two were going to graduate this year. he was happy he didn’t have to bear seeing his sister’s face in hallways, or hearing your detached greetings.

yet, emil still didn’t understand how his sister still had everything. even when she was the worst person he’d met. emil didn’t understand how she was still able to have a best friend, a lovely life and decent parents. he didn’t understand how she had it all. he didn’t understand how his parents never tried to guard him from this monster. and he didn’t care anymore.

but you did. no matter how hard you tried not to, you did care. years of overlooking the abuse left you feeling like a monster—and maybe, after all, you were. “you were not a naive child anymore” was what you’d told yourself, but the truth is, you’d never been a naive child.

you would graduate in two months. and you were not going to stay a monster.

***

“emil!” you called out. you’d told your best friend to not wait for you, and you knew she wouldn’t wait for her brother either. emil glanced at you from his shoulder. and then waited for you to catch up.

“you have some time?” you asked. he seemed puzzled.

“for what?”

“well, you know, for some conversation,” you, once again, showed your distant smile. god, how he hated it when you did that.

“sure.” he muttered, clearly uninterested. he didn’t care much about this whole thing, and to be fairly honest, it irritated him how you obviously tried to seek redemption. but since he had nothing better to do, watching you squeak and perform how much of a saint you are could be amusing.

you took him to iris’ favorite coffee shop, not knowing if he was aware of it or not. and you didn’t care either way. you were just so familiar with the place. you ordered iris’ favorite dessert, as well as her very special coffee. and you didn’t even realize as you did so.

“are you playing the part of her?” he grumbled.

“huh?” you asked absent-mindedly, rewriting the things you were gonna tell him in your mind.

“are you playing the part of iris?” he repeated. you looked at him dumbfounded. why was he even bringing her up? I mean, sure, that was all you two had in common, but well…

“well, I'm not trying to,” you said. you just—you were just too much like her. you took a sip from your coffee. you’re not a naive child anymore, you reminded yourself.

“I just really need to say that I truly apologize for not trying to stop iris.” you began. and here we go, he observed your nervous demeanor.

“I know you probably don’t understand why I’m suddenly saying this, but you definitely do not deserve this kind of behavior,” you took a deep breath as you were getting ready to add the most important part. “and I promise I’ll do my best to let her know this is unacceptable, no matter how petulant she gets.” you explained.

he seemed still. it was like none of the bad treatments from her had actually affected him in a serious way. you would’ve believed in that if you hadn’t known any better. yet you did know. unfortunately you, and I can’t stress this enough, fucking knew about it all.

“about time you realize you’re an angel.” he mocked. as mentioned, he personally didn’t have any issues with you— he just hated it when you tried to redeem yourself… by using his very own problems.

“I’m aware you’re mad at me, and maybe you even think it’s just some kind of a savior complex. and you know what, you have reason.” you said. he shrugged, yet still wondering where this was going. he nodded, signing you to continue.

“but you don’t deserve this. and I always knew you didn’t.” you concluded. and, even though he knew this was all for your own good, it still felt good. it still felt somehow nice. it still helped him ease

and what made all this even more satisfying was the fact that you were her friend. you were iris’ dearest friend, apologizing to emil, to the creature she despised the most. he smiled—it wasn’t a warm one, yet somehow genuine in its own way. you smiled back, and for the first time, it didn’t feel as distant as it used to be. although he didn’t like you any better, you qualified him for a great opportunity. you allowed him to take one very important thing from his dear sister.

you.

[wizard-on-whales]

I've literally had this stuck in my head for as long as I've been obsessed with him but imagine being highschool sweethearts with him...

Like you guys were inseparable when you were kids. Your houses were right across the street from each other and you were the only kids on the block so you always played together. You would ride your bikes through the streets, go to the arcade, play in a nearby creek. When you two got older your spot by the creek became a place to escape from family issues, you'd pass a joint and a beer back and forth, and just talk about your futures. Then when Senior prom came around his brother and your mom forced you two to go together even though neither of you wanted to go to prom in the first place. Half way through the night you'd ditch and go to your spot in the woods. You'd both be a giggling mess, drunk on spiked punch as you fall to the ground together, him holding you in his arms, making fun of your poofy dress once more. But secretly he loved it, his heart had been racing all night, his hands sweaty every time you'd smile at him. Now that you were on top of him, giggling away, he kissed you. He didn't know what overcame him but he did it anyway. You kissed back. Neither of you had felt this way about each other before, but now that it happened a whole new world of feeling opened up. All those years together, all of those memories, became something more in one moment.

You two continued to grow together, supporting each other through everything with a tight hold on each other's hands. James band blew up, just like you always told him, and he drug you along on tours and to crazy parties. You two would sneak off and make out in corners and in bathrooms, not caring what other people think. In '86 on a hiking trip, he got down on his knee and pulled a ring out, asking you to marry him. Of course you said yes, leaping into his arms and kissing him. You'd get married in 1990, 10 years after you started dating, it would be a small wedding, only your closest friends and family. He performs a song at the wedding for you that he had written, Nothing Else Matters...and it really didn't. Not to him anyway, he could have lost it all, the band, the fame, the money, he could have been living on the streets, but as long as he had you, he still had everything.

Mid 1991 you tell him you're pregnant, you both freak out at first but then realize how beautiful the opportunity is. Both of you came from broken families so the idea of starting a family together, one that would be full of love and laughter, neither of you could pass it up. Ironically enough the baby was born at the beginning of '92, February 10th. What would have been Cliffs 30th birthday. It only seemed right to name your baby boy after him.

A few years later another baby boy follows, Layne. It was a difficult pregnancy which ended in a C-section so you two agree to stop at two. But of course, the desire to have a baby girl outweighed your fears so in 1999 little Julia followed.

James had been struggling with his alcohol addiction, you tried so hard throughout the years to keep him from falling deeper but it couldn't be stopped. It pained you to see him this way, to watch him drink himself half to death. Many nights he'd stagger through the door and pass out on the floor.

Your breaking point was when he hadn't made it inside. He was passed out in the lawn in a pile of his own vomit. He needed rehab, no matter how much he denied it.

The months following were rough for everyone, James, you, the kids, but you pushed through and when he came home it was perfect. He was sweeter than ever, his smile from his youth, the one you fell so hard for, was back on his face.

The years that followed his sobriety journey were sometimes hard but you two made it work, just like you always had. In 2007 you found out that you were pregnant again. Both of you panicked for a while, wondering how you would make another baby work after already having three. Especially since they were getting older now...and so were the two of you. But Stevie was another perfect little angel who was adored by everyone. Her big brother Cliff especially. He was a sweet, sensitive boy who often took care of her without even asking. James and you told him he didn't have to help but he didn't listen.

Everything was perfect as the years continued on, Cliff got married and him and his wife welcomed their first baby in 2017. You and James were ecstatic about the news and the fact that you were grandparents now. It was only then did you realize that all of your dreams had come true, you and James were growing old together just like you always talked about in the spot by the creek. Sometime between 2017 and now, Layne and Julia both got married along the way too. Cliff welcomed two more kids, Layne welcomed his first, another on the way. Julia and her wife were opening a bookstore in Vail together. Stevie was about to graduate high school which seemed unreal.

Now you were here in the kitchen, preparing a Sunday dinner for your whole family, your 4 kids, 3 bonus kids (their wives), and your 4 grandchildren. James had arrived home from the store after you sent him for an ingredient you had forgotten. He stepped into the kitchen with a grin plastered on his face and his hand behind his back.

"what?" You'd say, eyeing him suspiciously as he stepped closer to you. Hed brushed your graying hair out of your face and bring a small flower out from behind his back, placing it on your ear.

"I saw it on the drive home, thought you'd like it," Hed say softly, a boyish smile on his face. You'd smile back, feeling a faint blush on your cheeks. Somehow after all these years he still found ways to whoo you. He'd wrap his arms around you and smile once more before leaning down to press a kiss against your lips. The kiss would be interrupted by the squeals of a few of your grandkids running into the kitchen, wanting attention from him, wanting their grandpa. You'd smile at the sight of him scooping one into each arm, moving to the living room to play with them as you finish up dinner, your heart filled with more love than you ever thought possible.

✭-----------------------------✭

Literally gonna sob

[marauders-bs]

part 2! part one part pre

TW THIS CONTAINS WALBURGA, deadnaming, internalized transphobia, suicide joke (it's dorcas and barty)

@r0seprincess it's late but we love the meadowes family :3

Now, Dorcas was in the Ravenclaw common room. The straw-haired boy, Barty, was draped across a couch while the twins were lying on the ground. Regulus was there too, only just entering the scene as the memory began.

"Barty," Regulus said, unwrapping a scarf from his neck. "Please tell me why the riddles to get in to this tower are so easy."

"They're not supposed to be," Barty replied. "Also, your hair's getting long, Cas. You want me to cut it?"

"And have to make a hair growth potion because you can't even cut your own hair? I think not, Junior," Dorcas responded, grabbing a Potions book out of her bag. Regulus walked over to lean behind her chair. In a voice Hermione could only hear because it was Dorcas's memory, he began to list off everything that needed to be changed about the potion.

A look out the window told Hermione that it was now winter.

Harry drifted over to her, nudging her arm. "Did you hear what Dorcas called him?" he asked. "Junior. His name is Barty. D'you think that's Barty Crouch Junior?"

"Probably," Hermione answered. "What about it?"

"He seems normal," Harry responded. "I wasn't expecting that."

-

"I'm gonna study," Regulus announced before the scene really came into focus.

"Reg, with love and respect, it's not even six in the morning yet," Dorcas said. Looking around, Hermione saw that they appeared to be in some kind of common room, but not one Hermione had ever seen.

"Yeah, and?" Regulus asked. "Bat left an hour ago."

"Bat does that," Dorcas said. "You don't. If you want to visit your brother, you can just say that."

"I don't want to see him," Regulus said. "I'm going to study."

"I'm sure you are," Dorcas replied. "Are you going home for Christmas?"

"I don't want to," Regulus said, eyes downcast.

Hermione could actually see the moment when every instinct that raising her siblings had given Dorcas kicked in. "Hey, Reg. Write your parents, see if they'll let you stay at my place for Christmas and maybe the summer."

Regulus's face brightened immediately. "Yeah, I'll do that."

-

The next scene showed Dorcas, hair up in a bun with Jasper riding piggyback, walking towards the door. Someone had very clearly just knocked.

"Good morning, Dorcas," a smooth, rich voice said. Hermione recognized the woman as Walburga Black. "My Ascella informed me that it was alright for her to stay with you?"

Hermione exchanged a mystified glance with the other two before the kid behind Walburga was revealed.

Regulus Black was standing there, in a dress, with long hair, looking distinctly panicked.

Dorcas, however, responded smoothly, addressing Walburga, then Regulus. "Of course. You're always welcome here, no matter what."

"Fantastic," Walburga said, satisfied smile on her face. "Go on, Ascella. You can stay here the summer, as well."

The second she was gone, Dorcas set Jasper down and wrapped her arms around Regulus. "It's alright, Regulus," Dorcas murmured. She put her hands to his shoulders, holding him at arms' length. "Sweet Salazar, boy, you're like a twig. We'll have that fixed in no time. Come on, you can meet my family."

Hermione knew that Dorcas was providing a distraction as she handed June to Regulus and directed Ari to grab the spice rack out of the cupboard. She waved a hand, and Regulus's hair and outfit changed. Suddenly, his hair was the length it had been in the previous memory and he was wearing a black jumper and Muggle jeans.

"Do you know how to bake?" she asked, but Regulus stopped her with a hand on her arm.

"Do you not care?" he whispered. "Do you not care that I'm sick and wrong and- and-"

"Shh, Reg," Dorcas said, wrapping him in a hug. "You're not any of those things. If you want, we can go find my mother's old book of Greek mythology and see which Greek god decided to screw over people like you- I think it was Apollo, but I could be wrong."

Regulus looked up at her. "Yeah."

But instead of moving, he just buried his face in Dorcas's shoulder. June latched on to their legs, then Astra and Jasper, and then Ari followed.

That was where the scene whirled on.

-

"Alright, Dorcas, we're leaving you in charge!" Dorcas's grandmother called. "Pandora, Evan, and Barty should be arriving soon- send us an owl when they get here."

"Yep," Dorcas replied, not looking up from the magical mixer. Hermione knew that magical cooking things really couldn't be trusted in the seventies, and it wasn't like Dorcas to trust anything other than herself and maybe her friends.

Sure enough, not thirty seconds after Ari, June, Astra, Jasper, and their grandparents left out the front door, Barty showed up in the fire, whirling in the green.

"Hey," Dorcas said, still not looking up.

"Damn," Barty said. "This place actually looks like someone lives in it."

"That was my thought, too," Regulus said. "Whatever. The twins are staying until Yule Break is over and so am I."

"Me too," Barty said, answering the unspoken question. "Well, Cassie looks very invested, so would you show me around her house?"

"Kill yourself, Crouch," Dorcas said without looking up.

"Rather not," Barty called as Regulus led him away. Dorcas shook her head and laughed a little. Hermione had to wonder if she or Regulus had noticed the fresh bruise on Barty's face and just not mentioned it out of respect, or if they knew and were waiting to grill him on it. She wondered how he had gotten it.

The twins came through next, Evan spinning onto the kitchen floor, immediately followed by Pandora. Dorcas pointed them down the hallway.

"What's down the hallway, your torture dungeon?" Pandora asked.

"Regulus and Barty are already here and getting their rooms. We've only got two to spare, so you boys will be sharing and Dora and I can share," Dorcas replied, turning off the mixer with a wave of her hand and sending it into a piping bag.

Evan nodded and the two of them left. A fast few minutes of Dorcas organizing what looked to be cookies and frosting by color and size. Hermione drifted over, and what she saw made her heart swell. Dorcas had baked cookies in traditional Christmas and Yuletide shapes, snowflakes and ornaments and even little gingerbread men.

It was the sweetest thing Hermione had seen Dorcas do. For the most part, she seemed to keep to herself, but this showed how much she valued her friends even in the few months they'd known each other.

It also showed her how sad Dorcas must have been. Ari was young enough that Dorcas would have raised him and the others for most of her life, and a year without anyone relying on her had to be a shock to the system. It was clear she'd immediately adopted Pandora, Evan, Barty and Regulus.

Soon enough, the four came into the kitchen. Pandora was talking animatedly in Barty's direction, and Regulus and Evan were speaking quietly just behind them.

"Dorcas, what's this?" Barty asked, coming up behind her where she was adding tips to piping bags by hand.

"Cookies for decorating," Dorcas answered. "The kids love eating them and I hate decorating, so I thought we could struggle together."

Evan smiled, grabbing a bag of white icing and a snowflake-shaped cookie. He began to pipe icing designs, and Regulus followed his lead with red icing and a Santa hat. Barty and Pandora shrugged at each other, and Barty picked up a star. Pandora picked up a gingerbread man.

Hermione smiled at the scene. Dorcas finished putting the tip on the final bag and began to decorate a cookie in between Regulus and Barty, all of them smiling and joking with Muggle Christmas carols playing softly in the backround.

[mysticdreamdrafts]

Chris Redfield | Husband Headcanons

im in love with this man idk so I wanted to yell about him lol 

Chris is the type a guy who married you early on, fight me on it. That “I know we’re teens but I love you” sorta thing, ya know? Maybe y’all were high school sweethearts and just the love was real.  Maybe ya met in the military and fell for one another. Either way, it worked. Y’all stayed together and it just never died out. 

So here’s some (PRE-TRAUMA BECAUSE LORDY) hubby headcanons I think about for Chris Redfield: -Golden Retriever Hubby  -Actually really bad about remembering important dates, but will make it up to you no matter what -And like look at that face can you stay mad at him? No- -Because he doesn’t remember dates very well, prepare for random gifts literally all the time -“Happy Monday here’s some flowers because I wanted you to have them” -Breakfast in bed kinda guy -Can actually cook HELLLLLLLA well -Actually shocked you but then you remembered he’s the older brother  -Full belly laughs  -I’m talkin’ head falls back and eyes squeezed shut sorta laugh -It can make car alarms go off lmfao -Claire isn’t a fan, but you can’t help but join him when he laughs  -Protective -Very protective -He is confident you can take care of yourself, but he knows how harsh the world can be  -He doesn’t know what he would do if anything were to happen to you -We’ve seen how he cares so much about his friends. His sister. Now imagine you?? Man oh man -It can be a bit insufferable  -I imagine it would be the source of some arguments. It feels like he doesn’t trust you all the time, but that isn’t it. -It’s the world he doesn’t trust -He is stubborn too, but he’ll apologize first if he knows he’s in the wrong or being too much  -Apology kisses -Apology letters   -After an argument, be ready for a bit of silent treatment in the house. He believes time away to think about things before coming back to talk is healthy so that you don’t just both end up getting heated for nothing or say something neither of you mean -But afterward, oooo buddy he’s all about conversation -like it might take a bit to get there because he is HARD HEADED, but after he realizes your points and maybe he’s being a lil ✨extra ✨ he’ll wanna talk about being better -bad at taking photos -like a whole lotta headroom, weird angles, and atrocious mid-blink snapshots -like Chris, pls for the love of god what is wrong with you lol -lets you shave his face, he feels it’s very intimate and he loves to watch your focus face -he’ll wash your hair if you let him -hell, he’ll pamper you always -but there’s something about learning your hair type, finding out what you like, how to oil your hair, take care of you that just means a lot to him

That’s all I have for now but I’ll yell more about him later

If y’all want a NSFW version lemme know and maybe i’lllllllllll idkkkkk heeheeeeeeee~ (imma do it lol)

[narikill]

aughdhshfjjsjcjdjfjsbgsknfjs <- leshy in this art probably