#me: *screaming crying sobbing on the floor*

[sparklystarrrr]

I Was Enchanted to Meet You...

Synopsis: Reader has to go home, leaving all she loves and held dear to her heart behind not knowing if she will ever see this twisted world again.

Contains: Malleus x Fem! Reader, angsty, established relationship between reader and Malleus, lots of crying

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In Ramshackle (y/n) had been sat in her rickety room apart from Grim who's been getting entertained by the ghosts in the living room. Crowley had urgently called her as quickly as he could and she begrudgingly picked up the phone. "Dear Prefect! There is some large news I'd like to share with you!" His voice seemed a bit too cheery, but then again, he was oh so gracious... this was probably him pulling another stunt of making her his servant and cleaning up his messes"And what would this 'big news' be Crowley?" she sighed.

"We have successfully made a way for you to go back home!"

Her breath hitched. Her stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. Did she hear that right? She was going home? She was leaving for good? Was this for good? A million thoughts raced through her mind and Crowley's voice was tuned out. Her attention was put back on Crowley once she heard his loud laugh through the phone,"Get to packing, Prefect! You will be leaving as soon as possible today! Oh, how exciting this must be for you! Hahaha!"

She took deep breaths to ground herself and tried to sound as excited as she could while holding back tears from her (e/c) eyes. ".. Okay Crowley, t-thank you..!" Her voice cracked. How could she thank anyone for an outcome this detrimental. "Hah! Of course dear Prefect, for I am gracious!" With that, the call had ended.

(y/n) grunted and threw her phone across her room, a loud bang followed as it landed on the floor. She laid back on her bed with her fingers raked through her hair. Tears fell from her eyes like waterfalls that had been building up water for much too long. No matter how much she tried to ground herself the tears just completely spilled out.

Grim suddenly opened the door. "Henchman! Why are you throwing things-" He suddenly went quiet at the sight of (y/n) weeping harder than ever before. She looked like a complete mess. "Henchman what's goin' on..?" Clearly the small cat didn't properly know how to comfort someone but it was endearing that he tried. His paw rested on her forehead as he sat down next to her.

"Grim... I-I can't leave this place.... I c-can't go home!" She yelled through broken sobs. Grim's big blue eyes widened in shock"You're... going home?" His usual loud and scratchy voice was small and quiet now. (Y/n) grunted and shot up from her bed and angrily packed a bag of the very minimal amount of things she had from this place. Her hair was a frizzy mess and her packing job was even worse. She threw things around, breaking things like having a cracked phone screen and a few broken picture frames of her and her friends and... Oh Malleus...

She stared at the broken glass of the picture frame that held a picture of her and Malleus on their first date. It had been at a nice restaurant in Briar Valley and he got special reserved VIP seats for both her and him. It was where the two of them had shared their first kiss, where he had given her those black roses than he'd enchanted with the ability to never wilt, "Like our love for each other", he said while giving them to her.

Her sobs worsened. She was screaming, crying, begging for this world just to keep her there. Large tears dripped onto the pictures she held in her hands. Grim screamed at her while on the verge of tears himself, "Take me with you Henchman!" while shaking her shoulder, but his voice had been muted out of her own little world in her head as she feverishly kept packing until the bag had become heavy and over stuffed.

She hopped to her feet, leaving the bag behind. She ran out the door of her bedroom, down the stairs and nearly tripping while she was barely able to see through her never ending stream of tears. She rubbed her eyes and wiped her drippy nose with her sleeve while she kept running out the door. Even the ghosts of Ramshackle screamed after her asking where she was going.

Where was she going? Daisomnia of course. But it seems the House Warden of said dorm had beat her to it; already standing on the stone path in her dorm with a frazzled expression on his normally calm and collected face. His eyes widened at the sight of his lover sprinting towards him, completely disheveled. "MALLEUS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her chest heaved as she got closer to him with tears still slipping out of her puffy red eyes.

He stepped forwards to her running form and caught her panicking self in his strong arms and held her head against his chest while she wept."Malleus! I-I don't want to leave! I want to stay! I h-have to!" His large hand combed through her hair while he held back tears himself "I know, Child of Man. I had dreamed for months for how I would live this life alongside you. But it is true that human lives are much shorter than that of the faes. Perhaps... this is what we... I... must experience now. Had I known earlier that the Headmaster had been created a way for you to return home I would've done something sooner. I would have found a way for you to stay, Beloved. Though now, the current situation is inevitable. I detest the thought of you leaving."

His words made her cry, staining his blazer with her tears. "W-why... can't you just do something now..?" Her voice cracked and broke like shattering glass with the weight of her heavy heart. "Because as of right now I am not even sure of how you got here let alone how you are going to go back. I would've studied any way for you to stay but like I stated before, I'm unsure of how to get you back. However, I will... must find a way to get you back." It seemed as if there was a glint in his eye. Perhaps it was from the tears welling in his eyes, or maybe it was the new idea he had gained. Never the less, he guided her inside the Ramshackle dorm to gather her belongings.

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The two including Grim had ended up in the mirror room. There stood Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Vargas and Sam all beside the mirror. Surrounding them had been every single student part of the Night Raven College. The more she looked around at the sea of her peers with somber faces, some even crying or holding back tears had felt like a final shot to her fragile heart. Malleus's shoulder shook while his tears fell slowly down his face.

She turned and held his face that had been tear stained. Their foreheads pressed as they connected with each other for the last time. "It was enchanting to meet you Malleus... I'll come back, wait for me..." A soft kiss was placed on his shaking lips. It was unheard of to see the Prince of Briar Valley so vulnerable to a mere human, but this human was not just anyone. It was her. The young woman who had been his first friend and his first lover. She was the young woman who he had decided early on would take the throne as his queen. Yet now, all he could do was weep seeing someone so dear to him leave right before his tearful eyes.

"I was enchanted to meet you, (y/n)."His large hands held her's that sat still, warmly pressing onto his slim pale face. It was like home. He made a final kiss on her soft and delicate palm.

She took a step back. Her hands left his face though his hands never left hers. She stepped back once again. Her shaky hands shook while she hiccuped with thick tears rolling down her cheeks. His instincts took over, pulling her hand close to him and enveloping her in a warm embrace. It was a bittersweet moment. She didn't want to leave him, or her friends, or this world.

She looked up at him with the same eyes that loved and adored him. The same exact (e/c) eyes that he would recognize her from in a heart beat. How could he forget those eyes, now welling with heavy tears that her eyes were not strong enough to hold. He was strong enough to hold them, but now he had been enfeebled. Unable to hold her tears nor his. "... (y/n)... I believe it is time for you to... leave." He whispered the last part of his words under his breath as if it would pain him to say it at full volume. His voice had slightly cracked while looking down at her with sorrow.

(Y/n) sighed shakily and peered up at him with a final smile. Her smile had felt strained. Her lips were chapped from the salty tears touching her lips and her throat ached from the sheer amount of screaming that left her mouth. Crowley held out a hand directing her toward the mirror. "I'll come back..."Her hands finally slipped from his and she stepped up to the mirror, staring at the void in front of her. She breathed deeply whilst staring at her reflection. A familiar green hand that brought her here had reached out once more.

Before her hand could grab the one in the mirror, she turned back to Malleus with a reassuring smile and a nod," Farewell for now, Malleus." She grabbed the hand and before she knew it, a void had pulled her into the dark mirror. Malleus stood idly while a commotion of wailing and loud talking from the students ensued. He stared at the mirror."... I know you'll come back... (Y/n)..." His back turned to the mirror and anyone else behind him and made his way to Ramshackle for the last time, never to return there again.

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Yes I listened to Enchanted by Taylor Swift while writing this... can you tell music inspires me to write?

(there will be MANY more Taylor Swift inspired fics from me...)

[universefcb]

heyy! Do you mind making one which reader and Pedri have a kid, and the kid is being really hard to handle and difficult, and for the first time, Pedri yell at him, being exhausted from the match and a kid crying isn't what he wants right now

↬❥ Stubborn son.

Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

a/n: I see him as a great father, but I also fear that he is insecure about it! I love him!

REQUESTED

warnings: Pedri has a stressful temperament.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Pedri was never one to lose his temper. He was always the type of calm, peaceful person who knew how to deal with any situation with a smile on his face. But that night, after an exhausting game, it all seemed too much.

You had a four-year-old son, Martín, a little hurricane of infinite energy. He was stubborn, curious, and lately seemed to be testing every possible limit. You understood that it was just a phase, but that day, not even your patience was intact.

Pedri arrived home late, exhausted. Barcelona had just played a tense derby, and he was physically and mentally drained. He barely had time to take a quick shower before he heard the screams coming from Martín’s room.

“I don’t want to sleep!” Martín cried, kicking the sheets. “I don’t want to!”

You sighed, trying to keep him calm.

“Martín, it’s late. You need to rest, son.”

“I don’t want to! Daddy promised he would tell a story, but he never comes!”

The guilt hit him hard. Pedri always tried to be present, but football took a lot out of him. He walked into the room, his hair still wet from the shower, and sighed.

“Martín, please listen to Mom.”

The boy crossed his arms, his little face red from crying.

“You always leave! You don’t love me!”

That was the trigger. Pedri felt his body ache, his head heavy. He never wanted to yell at Martín, but before he could control himself, his voice came out louder than it should have.

“Enough, Martin! You need to sleep! I’m tired, I can’t deal with this right now!”

The silence in the room was deafening. The little boy's eyes filled with new tears, but now it was no longer a tantrum. It was sadness. He had never heard his father yell at him before.

Your heart sank at once. You saw Pedri’s expression change immediately, as if he had also just realized what he had done.

Martín let out a sob and ran to hide under the covers.

“Daddy is bad!”

Pedri ran his hands over his face, sighing.

"Shit…"

He sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to regain control of his emotions. You crouched down next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“He just wanted you, Pedro.”

He nodded slowly, staring at the floor. He knew. But sometimes the weight of it all felt overwhelming. After a moment, he took a deep breath and walked over to his son.

“Martín... son, look at me.”

Nothing. Just little sobs coming from under the blanket.

Pedri gently pulled back the duvet and found his son's red, wet eyes. His heart broke a little more.

“Forgive me, my love. Daddy didn’t mean to yell. I just... I was really tired, but that’s no excuse.”

The little boy sniffed, his lips trembling.

“Do you still love me?”

Pedri felt his stomach sink. He picked up Martín and hugged him tightly.

“Of course, Martín. I love you more than anything in this world.”

The boy rested his head on his father's chest, his little body still trembling.

“Can you tell a story now?”

Pedri smiled weakly, relieved. He kissed his son's forehead and settled him in bed.

“Sure, little one. Which one do you want?”

As he began to tell a story about a little soccer player who wanted to reach the stars, you looked at the two of them and smiled.

Fatigue and stress sometimes weighed heavily, but in the end, love always spoke louder.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @p4uul0vr @nngkay @meganesanchez

[bitchinbarzal]

Just Fine | Clayton & Kaia (+ Elodie!)

A sharp, frantic knock jolts Kaia from the couch. She startles, nearly spilling the tea she had been nursing in her hands, and glances at the clock. Nearly midnight. Her brows furrow. Who the hell would be at her door this late?

Another knock—louder, more desperate this time—echoes through the apartment. And then she hears it.

Crying.

No, screaming.

A baby.

Kaia’s heart lurches, and without another thought, she rushes to the door, unlocking it quickly. The second she swings it open, she’s met with the sight of Clayton, her neighbor, standing in the dim glow of the hallway light, looking utterly wrecked.

His brown eyes are glassy, shoulders tense, lips parted like he’s trying to find words but keeps losing them. But Kaia barely registers that because his arms are full—with a baby.

A little girl, no older than a year, is red-faced and sobbing against his chest, tiny fists gripping his hoodie. She’s wearing soft pink pajamas covered in bunnies, but the front of them is soaked in tears and spit-up, and Clayton’s hands tremble as he clutches her, like he’s barely holding himself together.

“Kaia” he breathes, voice cracking “Please—please—can you help me?”

Kaia doesn’t even think.

“Come in” she says, ushering him inside.

Clayton steps over the threshold, shifting his weight like he’s been standing too long, and the second the door clicks shut, his baby girl wails louder. He winces, bouncing her, rubbing slow circles on her back, but it’s clear whatever he’s doing isn’t working.

Kaia doesn’t know much about him. He moved into the apartment next door not long after Utah’s NHL team was announced, but aside from the occasional neighborly nod or a polite “Hey, how’s it going?” in the hallway, they’ve never had a real conversation.

But he looks so lost, like he’s barely keeping himself together with fraying thread.

“What’s wrong with her?” Kaia asks, stepping closer.

“I—I don’t know” Clayton shakes his head, voice raw with exhaustion “She won’t stop crying. She’s fed, I changed her, she doesn’t have a fever, but she just—she won’t stop. I don’t know what else to do”

Kaia exhales, reaching out gently “Here—let me try?”

Clayton hesitates for only a second before carefully transferring the baby into her arms. The little girl squirms, body hot and damp with the weight of her sobs, but as soon as Kaia shifts her into a slow, swaying rhythm, her cries hitch.

“Shhh” Kaia hums, rubbing a soothing hand down her back “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay”

She walks her around the living room, murmuring quiet reassurances, and slowly, miraculously, the little girl’s sobs fade into soft hiccups. Her tiny fingers grip the fabric of Kaia’s shirt, eyelashes fluttering, and within minutes, she’s fast asleep, tucked against her chest.

Kaia exhales, rocking her gently.

“She just needed a reset” she murmurs, turning to Clayton—only to find him staring at her like she just performed actual magic.

His eyes flick from her face to his daughter’s peaceful form, disbelief and relief warring in his expression. His hands drag over his face, and when he exhales, it’s shaky, like he’s been holding his breath for days.

Kaia’s stomach twists.

She gestures toward the couch “You should sit down.”

Clayton doesn’t argue. He all but collapses onto the cushions, hands clasped between his knees, staring at the floor like it might give him answers.

Kaia carefully lowers onto the armrest beside him, still cradling the sleeping baby, and asks softly “Whose baby is she?”

Clayton is silent for a long moment. Then, with a ragged inhale, he looks at Kaia, eyes shining under the dim light.

“She’s mine” he admits. His voice is quiet. Tired. “Her name is Elodie”

Kaia’s lips part, the weight of the revelation settling between them.

“She—her mom—” Clayton swallows, hands curling into fists on his lap. “She brought her from Arizona last week and just… left. Said she couldn’t do it anymore.” His voice cracks, and he clenches his jaw, blinking rapidly like he’s trying not to fall apart. “I didn’t even know she was coming. One day, she was just here—holding Elodie out to me and saying she couldn’t be a mom. And then she left”

Kaia stares, heart aching.

“She just… left?” she whispers.

Clayton nods, jaw tight “She hasn’t called. Won’t answer my texts. I don’t know where she is” His voice lowers, thick with emotion “And I don’t know what the hell I’m doing”

Kaia watches him, sees the exhaustion etched into his face, the way his fingers tremble slightly. She realizes he’s not just struggling—he’s drowning.

“You’re doing your best” she says softly.

Clayton exhales a bitter, broken laugh “Doesn’t feel like it”

Kaia glances at Elodie, sleeping soundly against her chest, and then at Clayton “She trusts you” she murmurs “That means something”

Clayton looks at his daughter—really looks at her—and something shifts in his expression. Something raw and vulnerable and terrified.

Kaia hesitates, then reaches out, resting a hand over his.

“You don’t have to do this alone” she whispers.

Clayton’s gaze snaps to hers, something unreadable in his eyes “What?”

She shrugs “I mean it. You can come here whenever you need to. I can help — i can’t promise i know what i’m doing but we can try not mess her up too much”

Clayton stares at her like he doesn’t know what to say.

But then, for the first time since he showed up at her door, his shoulders ease just the slightest bit.

Kaia watches as he relaxes back into her couch cushions even just slightly.

“You’re going to be just fine Elodie, just fine”

[lynne-monstr]

Chen Fei, my beloved

[beyondplusultra]

It's like I blinked and "Haha I'm going to kill myself" became a funny joke to make again, or an alright thing to say ironically. You guys stop that. You'll feel better for not saying it, I promise.

[demonir]

Apparently I didn't know but Fields of Mistria had an update that added more pronouns options for the player and ngl I'm tearing up a bit because no game ever had let me do he/she or she/he pronouns together before and I've always had to conform to one or the other or just they so this is like... huge to me, it's insanely important no matter how small it is so I'm just like- on my knees rn

[messervixen]

Just listened to the lyrics specifically of Bohemian Rhapsody and 0/10 would not recommend. Absolutely awful. If you kin Sirius Black AT ALL do yourself a favor and never go with 500 feet of that song because it is rough. TCOPTP Sirius had every right to start sobbing the first time he heard it because it’s genuinely horrific.

[http-taru]

trying so hard to be normal about deadpool but he's so hOT AH. sure the excessive pet names and the flirting could maybe MAYBE become a little annoying but he's so smooth with it it's not even a problem. i'm also shamelessly attracted to the suit itself like come ON. he's so funny. HOT. he's strong but would probably try to be so gentle with you even though he doesn't have to and that's so sweet he's so sweet. he's so strong and sturdy he'd be able to move you against him way too easily. he's so strong and durable and can take so much and oh my GOD it's hard to not think about it. him asking, no, begging you to hit him harder because he can take it! he'll survive! he wants to feel pain from your hands! needs it even! and who are you to say no when he's offering himself up to you on such a nice silver platter? <3

[alli-ily]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY 💕💕

i hope i made it in time for it to still be your bday on ur side! i was blessed by ur yuusona debut when i opened tumblr today n then i learned it’s ur bday. i wanted to draw a little smth for u since u r always so sweet n supportive of me heheh (n we r now mutual hii my new moot 💕)

hope u like it n ur bday is filled with nth but happiness 🎉🎉

We're...moots...?

WAIT PAUSE- STOP, GIVE ME A SECOND OMFGGSHAAA I LITERALLY RAN TO MY LAPTOP AND OPENED THE LIST OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW AND I AM SOBBING AND KICKING MY FEET LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL RN 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️‼️

HELLOO??? AM I DREAMING, PLEASE SOMEONE PINCH ME OR SOMETHING⁉️⁉️😨😨

I AM LITERALLY SO BLESSED RN, I THOUGHT YOU WERE UNREACHABLE HELP- 😭😭😭 YOU, OYA AND THE OTHERS ARE LITERALLY MY INSPIRATION TO KEEP DRAWING TWST CONTENTS AND I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE BEING MOOTS IN THE FIRST PLACE WITH YOU ALL‼️‼️😭😭😭

AND YES YOU STILL MADE IT‼️IT'S CURRENTLY 9:32PM AS OF NOW AND I AM ALSO PANICKING, YOU ART IS LITERALLY BREATHTAKING NO MATTER HOW RUSHED IT IS🤩🤩 AND RECEIVING ONE AS A GIFT ���❓❓YOU MIGHT'VE JUST BLESSED MY WHOLE YEAR WITH ALL OF MY FRIENDS EFFORT IN MAKING MY BIRTHDAY SPECIAL 😭😭😭💜💜✨✨

This birthday is definitely going to be so memorable because of you and my friends hard work, and WDYM "I hope u like it" I AM LITERALLY OBSESSED HELP 😭😭💜💜‼️AND TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENTS ACKHSHSHHD I'LL DEFINITELY MAKE IT UP TO YOU AND MY NEW MOOTS TOO‼️‼️💜✨

TYSM AGAIN YUDI 😭😭🫶💜✨

[dpc-art]

Henry ledore my babygirl......

[coderooster]

Who? Me? How am I doing? Ahahahahahaha! Terribly.

[skyward-floored]

*crawls into your inbox and flops onto the floor* she's still his Zelda 😭

- hero-of-the-wolf

Ahhhh you made it to that part. *pats you on the head*

isn’t it GOOD THOUGH

[laughingoutcast]

My TikTok just stopped working 💔💔 i’m sobbing in my baby seal boots

Currently pouring out a drink for all the mutuals I lost 🍺

[lil-toastie-boi]

IM KINSIDERING TICCI TOBY GODDAMNIT

[maxamountofsilliness]

[partyinthemysterymachine]

stabbing my eyes out

WHY is it so FUCKing hard to find the EXACT REFERENCE I NEED when i KNOW that it exists and i CANT recreate it for myself, on GOD

AAAUAUGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!