#not that it wouldn’t be amazing. that would be so incredible and would blow up the world and we would all die

[x-ladydisdain-x]

I see your true trans soul rebel mcr cover. I need you to consider this

[amoressb]

𐙚 bows

pairings : bf!ot7 x reader

synopsis : where he would let you put/wrap bows

lee heeseung - loosely around his neck

this is truly for your eyes only. you wouldn’t let him go out with it around his neck of course. he wears a lot of necklaces so why not give him a special necklace being the loose bow around his neck. now it could lead to other things..or just you two laying down watching a movie, you on his chest messing with the bow a bit giggling at your special privileges.

park jongseong - top of his guitars and wrist

for the guitars, jay went to play one of his guitars only to find them all decorated with bows on the tuning pegs and of course they’re like this because you snuck in a little earlier to put them all on cuz it felt like they were missing something. he didn’t mind of course, not even when you came in to watch him play and put the same pink bow around his wrist so it flows while he plays.

sim jaeyun - around his wrist or finger(s)

if there was something you loved just a bit more about jake besides him and his lips it would be the veins that run from his forearm down to his hands and his fingers. his skin is so soft as well..he’s too pretty. you’d alternate between putting a bow on his wrist or finger maybe even both if you can’t decide. it’s truly mind blowing how a guy can have such soft pretty skin.

park sunghoon - biceps

it’s one of two reasons why the bows are there. either he’s gone to workout and you put the bow there in case any girl tries to make a move he can easily use it to show he’s obviously not interested. now the other reason, which is mostly the reason, is simply because you can’t look away as it’s not too common he shows his arms so when he does..and he flexes them for you..in a tank top or pulls his short sleeve up a bit..now…

kim seonwoo - his hair as pigtails and clips

it always amazes you how incredibly soft his hair is. you love laying down with him or him just laying his head on your lap and you run your fingers through his hair so its only natural you had the urge to put bow clips in his hair. what stunned him were the pigtails you had done with little silk ribbon around them tied into bows. he was so relaxed he didn’t even realize you giggling while making them.

yang jungwon - his torso or waist

it’s unfair to you that he has a more snatched waist than you. his torso being the perfect v shape..ughh too perfect. you HAD to put a pink bow around his waist. the times you put it around his torso it always ends up slipping down to his waist and its the most attractive thing ever since his waist is smaller than his top half, the bow sits so loosely around his waist..you just faint right there. truly a blessing for your eyes only.

nishimura riki - around him completely

he really doesn’t know how he got into this situation. all he remembers is you running to him all happy and now your giggling while tying a silk pink bow over his arms around his torso, everything, completely caging him in while he’s sitting on your bed. you took many pictures of course trying to decide which one would be your new wallpaper, but truly he doesn’t mind at all. do whatever you want. he’s utterly whipped for you.

(note : a bit biased towards niki i love him sm sorry😓; but i would wrap them all completely tbh and also thank you so much for the love on my first post i love you all !!)

[twis-world]

The Remedy That Is You (Vil Version)

Mentions: Vil Centric, Fluff, Second Person, Gender Neutral Reader

No matter how many a time the students of Nightraven College witnessed how their Housewarden did a complete 180 in your presence, it never ceased to amaze them.

It eventually got to the point where a majority of students began to question if you really were magickless. There was just no way your mere presence could bring out such light in their eyes, face softening and a smile so tender it was as if they were gazing upon one of the Seven.

Just how did you do it?

Vil

If there was anything Vil would choose to pride himself in other than his looks, it would be his ability to adapt. Adapt, overcome, and adjust to any situation needed. It was a skill he finely tuned at a young age; it would have been utterly foolish not to.

In his line of work you were to always expect the unexpected. Anything could go wrong at any given time. A clothing setback during a shoot. An unavoidable sickness striking before his time on set. A social media scandal that could rip his career to shreds in mere seconds. Nothing was an impossibility.

However, that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be a time where he would not grow tired of it all.

“Then you would not believe what that imbecile did next,” he seethed. While he did an impeccable job at keeping the hand you held still in order to allow you to paint a clear coat of nail polish onto his nails, the rest of his body expressed his current agitation. The way his foot, though crossed over one leg, would not stop swaying this way and that. His breathing that came out in heavy puffs. “Not only did he manage to spill the very same drink he ran late for all over the place, but he then demanded we wait for his costume to be washed and dried after it got dirtied from the spill. An incredibly audacious move when that stunt ended up pushing back a week of filming because of the damage done to all the camera wirings in the area!”

“Isn’t this the second time he’s done something like this?” You asked with a raised brow, gently beginning to blow cool air onto his nails. The man in question being a fellow co-star of your boyfriend’s. A man who from day one seemed to make it his mission of making every accompanied day with him a living hell.

Vil rolled his eyes with a scoff. “Don’t even remind me. Really, how incompetent do you have to be to continuously waste not just everyone else's, but my precious time above all else? Surely no one is this daft?”

“He could be doing this all on purpose maybe? It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to sabotage you.” You gave him a small glance before looking back at his nails, nodding once you confirmed they were indeed dry and gesturing for him to give the other. He did so whilst inspecting the one you gave back, expressing his approval before continuing on.

“I considered that but I refuse to believe he of all people would be able to dedicate himself to this extent. My dear potato, if you were ever so unfortunate to meet him face to face, you would be surprised at how he seems to create mayhem simply through breathing.”

“I know he’s basically a horror show from what you’ve told me but it can’t be that bad.”

“That bad?” He repeated, staring as if you grew three more heads. “That bad? It's only been a month and he’s already managed to delay us so heavily that the producer is considering just scraping this movie altogether. He himself owes hundreds in set damages after today!”

“Careful,” you chuckle, lips curling as you saw just how heavily he was furrowing his brows. Finished with the remaining nail you set the polish off to the side. Carefully, incredibly mindful of the still drying hand you possessed, you leaned forward and gently softened the skin between his brows with the thumb of your other hand. At the contact his eyes practically fluttered shut, barely leaning into the small massage you were giving. “Don’t give him the satisfaction of giving the Vil Schoenheit early stress wrinkles.”

A huff escaped him as you pulled away. “Never. I would rather such a despicable phenomena come from Epel with the trouble he gives me.”

You hummed, fanning his nails while giving him a cheeky smile. “Not even Neige? I’m sure he would be honored.”

“Are you actively trying to raise my blood pressure even higher than it already is?”

“What a horrid accusation! I would never,” you gasped jokingly, hand raising to your heart as he continued to glare at you. “Ah, don’t be like that my love.”

Vil huffed, avoiding your gaze. “Don’t ‘my love’ me. You are lucky I tolerate such an annoying potato such as yourself.”

“Truly,” you mockingly agreed, rolling your eyes this time at the act. Yet, when he continued to refuse looking back, you sighed. Raising his hand up you softly pressed your lips against his one knuckle, then the next, then next. Gently kissing each till you finished with one final one in the center, this time raising your gaze and finally meeting his own. The pupils were all consuming, capturing the beautiful purple you loved so much. Yet, the scarlet hue that painted his cheeks served for an even prettier sight.

“I really am sorry my love,” you murmured against his hand. While he could still hear present humor in the pet name he could also feel the adoration you poured into it. So much so that he found himself swallowing at a loss for words. It didn’t help that your gaze zero’d in on the movement, piercing yet so intimate. “But I don’t like seeing you get so worked up over some nobody who paid his way into this movie. Your movie. He’s undeserving of occupying another second in your pretty lil head.”

“Oh,” Vil began to grin, “and what would you do to make sure of that?”

“Hmm.” You pulled away from his hand, slowly, not once breaking your gaze away from his. “Whatever you would like. You know I never mind pampering you. It’s like my very own treat.” Leaning forward once again you caressed the crown of his head, lightly brushing against his hair and running fingertips down to tuck the very few strays behind his ears. “I went out earlier and picked up some new face masks we haven’t tried yet. Wouldn’t that feel nice? I’ll even run a hot bath for you if you want.”

A delicate sigh left him, cool air running down your arms. He cupped the back of your hands with his, bringing the wrist of each to his lips and leaving behind a dainty kiss. “That would be lovely.”

[lurochar]

A Snow Day in Hell

Heeey, anyone else remember that ‘special feeling’ meme from years ago? No? Me either

–----------------------------------------------

Hell had frozen over.

Literally.

It was an extraordinarily and incredibly rare occurrence, according to Charlie, who, a literal native demon born of Hell, had only seen it snow once before in her lifetime.

It generally occurred once every few hundred years, perhaps add or minus a century here or there, Lucifer could not be bothered to keep track when Charlie had asked him how often it actually happened since the snow only stuck around for a day at the very most and was just a minor inconvenience.

You were honestly excited to witness such a unique experience and were dismayed to find that Alastor could care less about such a thing.

And so, you had to pester him and even promised him a favour (his proceeding and chilling smile sent immediate shivers down your spine) just to take a stroll with you around town (and would probably regret when he came to collect that favour).

“Of course, Darling! I have no important tasks to complete today. Why, I would be ever so honoured to escort you to town on such a… lovely day.”

You gave Alastor a skeptical look when he glanced outside with an expression that screamed the opposite of what he was saying.

He clearly hated snow.

“But, seeing my partner beg me in such a pitiful manner – well, how can I possibly say no to that?”

Maybe you should have just asked Charlie? She seemed just as excited as you to see the snowfall.

It took quite a bit of self control for Alastor to not let out a dark chuckle at your varying expressions. You may be his companion, but he was still a sadist through and through. 

Maybe it was a bit soft when it came to you though. Just a little bit.

Besides, as irritating and cold as it was, a little snow, that would literally only last for a day, would never hurt anyone, right?

~00~

“It’ll be on any minute now!”

You covered your face with a pillow in pure embarrassment, unable to look at the screen of the TV as Charlie bounced in excitement. 

How did she find out? 

Ah damn, she already gathered the others to watch.

“W-why are you here?” You barely lifted your face enough to eye Alastor, seeing him sitting smugly in his usual chair. “It was you, wasn’t it?! You told Charlie, didn’t you!?”

“Well, of course I did!” Alastor’s grin was utterly demonic and he was obviously taking pleasure in your mortification. “Normally, I am completely against these awful picture box shows and was utterly baffled when you agreed to a… television interview, Darling, with me when you are completely aware of my distaste.”

“Uh, wait,” Angel Dust raised his arm, “you’re on TV, Smiles? How did they capture you on camera? How’d you not, ya know, blow up the whole network with that whole staticky thing you do? Why is Vox even letting this air?”

Everyone glanced over to Alastor, but he answered nothing.

You had no idea either.

“Oh, it’s on!” Charlie pointed with a wide grin and you slumped over, ready to just pack your bags and leave to save yourself the embarrassment.

On the TV, the scene was that of you and a tall figure that was distorted, blurry, and pixelated, yet was clearly Alastor from shape and colour alone. Honestly, you were surprised he was showing up even this much and not blowing out the camera like Angel Dust had pointed out.

It was a simple question, you were only stopped by the news reporter to ask what you thought of the unprecedented snowfall.

You had just been caught up in the moment, the idea of experiencing the whole once-in-a-lifetime thing with your partner.

So you had replied with something straight out of a Christmas romcom movie or something equally as cheesy. You really had no idea where it came from. Maybe the fact that Alastor had summoned an umbrella and was holding it over both of your heads?

It was mainly so he wouldn’t get snow in his ears, you would find out later.

“Isn’t this just amazing? Snow that falls only every few hundred years? It’s stunning, isn’t it?” Your face was beginning to turn red as you continued on without waiting for another question from the reporter. “Being in the snow with my lover like this immerses me in a special feeling. I love it.”

Oh fuck.

How the fuck could you say that with a straight face!?

It was clear that Alastor felt the shame for you, even through his blurry distorted figure, you could see his ears flatten against his head and his head completely turn away from the reporter like he wasn’t there to hear your cringey words.

“Oh my Satan, are you fucking serious?” The news reporter sneered at you. “I just asked you about some fucking frozen water. Not your version of a romantic date you’ll have in your shitty wet dreams.”

You blinked and the distorted Alastor slowly turned his head back towards the reporter.

“This is fucking Hell, not some Barbieland bulls–”

You couldn’t help it and a few of your more demonic features were showing before you could stop them and you grabbed the umbrella Alastor was still holding. “You asked me a question about snow and I answered and then you make fun of me for that!? So what if I want a romantic outing with my lover!?” You shoved the umbrella’s pole into the gut of the reporter and growl into the camera, hearing the cameraman cry out before it cuts out and the interview is over.

.

.

.

There was complete silence.

“W-well, maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.” You scratch your cheek, “J-just forget what I sa–”

“Oh, that was so romantic!” Charlie’s eyes were wide and sparkly, “I never knew snow could make you feel that way.” She gasped loudly, looking at Vaggie. “There’s still time! Come on, Vaggie! We need to go out in the snow to ‘immerse ourselves’ in that special feeling!”

Vaggie just throws you a grumpy look before sighing and following after Charlie.

Angel Dust is laughing his ass off, “Special feeling? Seriously, Dollface? Did that cold freeze your brain cells or somethin’? Well, at least ya showed that dick reporter who’s boss. Smiles, over there, did nothin’.”

“I don’t need him to do everything for me.” You muttered, glancing over at Husk and, for once, glad to see he’s too drunk to care and Niffty had lost interest as soon as she saw a cockroach. 

You looked over to Alastor.

“Are you satisfied?” You asked with a sigh, “Watching me embarrass myself and then lose control on the news that’s aired all around Hell?”

Alastor’s grin widened. “Very much so, Darling. Not only have you provided me with great entertainment, but now you have also given me an excuse to go after the one who aired your follies. I do believe I should give my ‘old pal’ a visit quite soon.”

Yeah.

You really should have just asked Charlie earlier.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

After All This Time

Pairing: CEO!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: none

Summary: Car trouble puts you and your boss in an awkward position, especially when you two have so much history together.

Squares Filled: car trouble (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

x

It’s a straight shot from your house to your job. Instead of taking the main roads and confronting traffic, you take the back roads which takes an extra ten minutes, but you make up for that with your speed. The windows are down, your hair is blowing in the wind, and your music is on full blast. You pass the halfway point when the thermostat goes from the neutral position to the big bolded H. Smoke immediately starters pouring out of the engine, and you slam on your breaks to prevent the car from blowing up.

“Shit! No, please don’t do this to me,” you beg to no one.

You get out of the car and pull your hair into a high ponytail to keep it out of your face while you inspect the damage. You pull the hood up and a cloud of smoke bellows in your face. You quickly turn and cough violently.

“No, no, no, this isn’t happening now,” you gasp. “Not today of all days.”

You don’t have time to wait for an Uber or Triple A, so the only other thing you can do is walk to work… in heels… on a dirt road. The time it will take to walk to work will be the same time or more waiting for an Uber or Triple A. Not only are you going to be late for work but you’ll have to apologize to your boss about it. Normally, that wouldn’t bother you but your boss just so happens to be your high school boyfriend.

Steve was the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with respect, didn’t undermine your values, supported you through everything, and loved you unconditionally. Everyone in school thought you two would be together forever and there was a point where you thought that, too. Right before graduation, you got an incredible opportunity to go to a different country and do a study abroad in Russia.

Steve got into Harvard for business and wanted you to go with him. You two applied for Harvard and you both got in, but you really wanted to go to Russia to study for a semester. To spare the sad details, you two broke up. It was one of the most difficult things you have ever done because you were still in love with him.

After coming back to the States, he was already in another relationship with someone. You never thought your story would end the way it did but you forced yourself to move on. For years, you thought you did. You had a few boyfriends but none of them had an impact the way Steve did.

Then one day, you got an amazing offer to work for Captain Industries as a sales director for the entire sales department. One of the job duties as a sales director is to report everything to the CEO, and luck had it that Steve was the CEO. You often had meetings with the different department directors who touch base with Steve so he knows what’s going on with his company.

The first day on the job, you and Steve locked eyes in the first meeting of the day. It had been years since you two have spoken much less seen each other, so you didn't want to make a big deal in front of everyone. You thought he would have said something after the meeting but he left like you didn’t mean a damn thing to him. Maybe he didn’t remember you, but how can someone forget the person who was their first for everything--first kiss, first date, first time you two held hands, first time you had sex, and the first time you ever gave anyone a promise ring. He was the love of your life but maybe you weren't his as much as he was yours.

When you finally reach work, you immediately head to the bathroom to fix yourself up. You must look like a sweaty mess, and your reflection confirms it. Despite the headache forming from how high your ponytail is, you keep your hair up. If you were to put it down, you’ll look worse. You look at the time and curse when you realize just how late you are for your morning meeting.

Forty-five fucking minutes. Steve is going to chew your ass out. You leave the bathroom and interrupt the morning meeting with an embarrassed look on your face. Everyone turns to look at you including Steve. He looks at your hair before locking eyes with you. Time seems to slow down the longer he looks into your eyes but you break eye contact.

“Sorry I’m late. Car trouble,” you mutter.

You quickly take a seat, and the director of marketing slides her notes over to you. You look at her gratefully and look over the notes just as the meeting resumes.

“As I was saying,” Steve says, peeling his eyes from you, “statistics show a slight decline in demand for products. Frank, have you hired two more manufacturing engineers?”

“Yes, we’re training them right now. We have been working hard creating more product.”

“Good. Y/N, how is your department doing?”

You snap your head up to look at Steve and sit up a bit straighter.

“We lost Marissa since she went on maternity leave but we won’t let that stop us from not picking up the slack. Her duties have been spread out throughout the different managers to give to their employees. I have seen a rise in sales by ten percent.”

“Make it twenty.”

“Yes, sir.”

Meetings only last an hour since Steve is so busy so the next fifteen minutes go by easily. Jules lets you keep her notes to look over and copy if needed. Most people filter out immediately but you’re one of the last ones in so you can apologize to Steve directly.

“Listen, Steve, I’m sorry for being late. My car stalled on the side of the road on the way to work. I had to walk the entire way here.”

“I need your reports on my desk by the end of the day.”

“Okay,” you whisper.

He must not be over your breakup because this isn’t the Steve you knew. You gather your things and head to your office. You almost cry from how stressed you are because you still have to deal with your car. Not to mention your headache is getting worse and you don’t have a brush to fix your hair.

It takes all day to work on the reports for Steve so you’re one of the last ones in the office even though you still have two more hours until the end of the work day. You could leave since you’re salaried but you need to make up time for being late. You walk to his office and knock once on the door, entering when he gives you permission.

“I have the reports for you.” You walk over to his desk and place them there but you don’t leave just yet. “Again, I’m sorry for being late.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. It happens.” Steve looks up and sees you squeeze your eyes tightly from the headache you have. “Come here.”

Steve stands when you approach him, and he gently takes the elastic out of your hair. He threads all ten fingers into your hair and starts massaging the area, and you close your eyes in relief. You open your eyes and look at Steve to see him already looking at you, and he sees the question in your eyes.

“High ponytails give you headaches.”

You’re shocked he remembered that. You were on multiple sports teams in high school and instead of putting your hair in a ponytail like the rest of the girls, you put it in a tight bun at the base of your neck.

“You remembered,” you whisper.

“There’s a lot I still remember.” Steve takes his hands away but doesn’t step back from you. “Go to my personal conference room and take a nap on the couch. You’re overworking yourself.”

“Steve--”

“I don’t want to hear it. Go take a nap and then I’ll drive you home. I’ll pick you up and drive you home until your car is fixed.”

He must not be in a relationship if he’s offering to do this for you. You’re not sure how you feel about that--scratch that you do know how you feel but you’re not sure if he feels the same about it. You slowly walk to the door but pause before you can leave the room. You look at Steve who is already typing away on his computer.

“Now, Y/N,” he says without looking up.

You jump and immediately leave with a smile on your face. The time for you and Steve wasn’t right back then but there’s nothing stopping you from making it right now.

x

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[allwaswell16]

I'm so sorry, but for the first time in 5 years, I just don't have it in me to do an episode of Fanfictional this month. If possible, I'll be back with a new episode next month. But I do want to acknowledge the wonderful One Direction fics I read this month as well as some I revisited for comfort. Thank you so much to these amazing fic writers who have entertained me or given me some respite. For more new fics, check out this month's fic roundup here

- Louis / Harry -

🧡 Stand on Holy Ground (series) by @wishingforloushair

(E, 17k, religion kink) Louis comes back to confess again, and Harry has an idea of how Louis can show God his devotion. 

🧡 My Spiteful Ballerina by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles

(M, 7k, omegaverse) Four times Harry wanted an explanation of Louis' hatred toward him, and one time Louis gives in, in Louis' fashion.

🧡 Die Without the Taste of You by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 6k, part 2 of Vampire Harry/Human Louis One Shots) the one where human Louis might push his vampire boyfriend a little too far, but it works out in the end

🧡 Ain't a Drop of Bad Blood by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 4k, part 3 of Vampire Harry/Human Louis One Shots) the one where human Louis is being haunted by a spirit, and he's reluctant to ask his vampire boyfriend for help

🧡 Alone and Back Again by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 4k, omegaverse) what does one do when a feral alpha shows up in town ready to be executed?

🧡 The Shadow by babyhoneyhslt / @babyhoneyheslt

(G, 666 words, dark Louis) Harry should've listened. He should've stayed inside.

- Rare Pairs -

🧡 That's Happiness To Me by @louislittletomlintum

(E, 24k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) Louis’ mind was whirring. He’d wanted to try and get with Liam tonight, but now a new, better idea was forming. Getting Liam with Zayn, if possible, would be something of a dream come true.

🧡 It’s a Craving Not a Crush by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 9k, Liam/Louis) the one where Liam and Louis are best bros who end up getting married so that Liam has the insurance he needs to go to rehab. Now that he’s sober, they can get divorced. But do they want to?

🧡 I'm the Big Fish by @lululawrence

(NR, 5k, Louis/Pedro Pascal) After an awkward moment at a party he wasn't actually invited to, Louis keeps running into the incredibly attractive Pedro Pascal. Somehow, it's Pedro who manages to keep making a fool of himself

🧡 Spirits by itsraininginengland / @ilovellama14

(E, 4k, Louis/Oscar Isaac) Edwardian music hall performer Louis Tomlinson meets the newest act in the show, the American magician Oscar Isaac. Romance, smut and a seance ensue.

🧡 Ci Ci Leu by @persephoneflouwers

(M, 3k, Louis & His Band) Written for the prompt «bread van fic reimagined with all the guys in Louis’ band».

🧡 Glitz, Glammer, Top Hats, Cigars and Suits by @rockstarlwt28

(NR, 3k, Louis/Dominic Harrison (Yungblud) When Isla found a love for the melody formed by a strumming of strings, Louis didn't expect to fall equally in love with his daughter’s guitar teacher, Dominic Harrison.

🧡 I regret you all the time by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 2k, Louis/Prince William) Louis’ friends don’t understand, and they wouldn’t even if he explained. But every time William texts, Louis drops everything to go see him.

- For Comfort -

🧡 You're Not My Type (still I fall) by Imogenlee / @imogenleewriter

(M, 38k, omegaverse) This is just a bit of rain; it'll blow over. Then Harry will just... well, alright, he isn't entirely sure what to do when the rain stops because he'll still be stuck and lost. 

🧡  The Journal by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou, RecycledStardust / @wait4ever

(G, 14k, soulmates au) When Harry finds himself purchasing an antique journal in the ancient bookshop of a town he’s never heard of, he doesn’t exactly want to admit that he has no idea how he got there.

🧡 Just Your Jinx by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 10k, witch au) Harry Styles may or may not have accidentally jinxed his extremely fit new neighbor, and it's not so easy to make things right.

🧡 Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 7k, omegaverse) after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

🧡 Have Me And Hold Me by @letsjustsee

(NR, 5k, established relationship)  a wedding day AU in which Louis will let nothing stand in the way of a perfect day - especially a little rain.

🧡 Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy by not_fitzwilliam / @not-fitzwilliam-darcy

(NR, 5k, omegaverse) When a miscalculated decision leads to an accidental courtship with the sweetest, most gentle alpha, Harry is torn between breaking the alpha's heart and telling the truth. 

🧡 Pretty and Preposterous by @brightlyharry

(NR, 5k, neighbors) Harry donates a copy of Pride and Prejudice to his little free library. He never expects what comes next.

🧡 Stealing Flowers by @lululawrence

(NR, 4k, meet cute) the one where Louis pines after the Sexy Stranger on the Subway and almost asks him out. That's when the strange posters start showing up around Brooklyn.

🧡 Choo-Choose Me by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(G, 3k, Liam/Louis) Liam is a commuter with a crush. Louis is the chirpy ticket inspector who occasionally mans the drinks trolley and sometimes makes announcements, his broad Yorkshire accent fighting the outdated train speakers.

[jamcarven]

I just realised that if the inheritance games were ever turned in to a show (which i would absolutely DEVOUR btw), people who haven’t read the books would come at my girl Avery for just existing 😭

NO BECAUSE SHE’S ALREADY SO UNDERRATED AS IT IS, AND WITHOUT HER INTERNAL MONOLOGUE SHE WOULD BE COMPLETELY MISCHARACTERISED AND PEOPLE WOULDN���T LIKE HER BECAUSE THEY WOULDN’T SEE HER FOR WHAT SHE IS.

I DON’T KNOW IF I COULD TAKE THAT.

like she would constantly be overshadowed by the four brothers because they are meant to have quirks and distinct personalities to show that they grew up to be cultivated a certain way.

Avery had none of that. She grew up normally, and has a very normal personality. She doesn’t speak in riddles, or wear suits everyday, or singe her eyebrows off, or even have hardcore dedication to the cowboy aesthetic. She is just a girl who gets sucked into a world where everything is so foreign to her and she’s just trying to make sense of it all. Even though she feels incredibly awkward she still does an amazing job as establishing herself as the heiress she is.

I love her because I see myself in her. She could blow up the houses of parliament and I’d forgive her for it. But in the books there are certain moments where she acts insensitive and is ignorant of other’s feelings. For example when she forgot Max’s, her besties, birthday. And though in the books you see her grow and become more caring for those around her, a show wouldn’t do justice to it. People wouldn’t like her for it, and keep on not liking her for it.

The show would become just about the brothers, and whether you were Team Jameson or Team Grayson, and everyone would overlook Avery even though she’s the MAIN CHARACTER AND ITS HER SHOW.

anyways, I LOVE LOVE LOVE AVERY AND EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD TOO.

[ifwebefriends]

Sonic 3 Movie thoughts (MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW FOR MOVIE AND POST-CREDITS SCENES)

I went to a fan event thing so I got a keychain, a poster, and there was a behind the scenes and trivia thing before the film started, loved it, would recommend

How does Sonic know which day he came to earth? I doubt the calendar is the same as on his home planet

I WANT MORE SHADOW LORE WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!

This film canonically takes place in 2024! This means Shadow has been in stasis since 1974

“Talk about a low-budget flight!” OH MY GOD I LOVED THAT LINE someone in my theatre cheered when that part came up!

THE MOTORCYCLE SCENE WAS SO FUCKING SICK

THE CHAO GARDEN IM FUCKING DEAD BRO

THE JAPANESE I WANT YOU BACK COVERRRRRRR PEAKKKKKK FRRRRRRRR (wasn’t on my bingo card lol)

Shadow was just peak the whole fucking time tbh loved him would die for him

Robotnik apologized for trauma dumping what

We got a couple “damn”s and a “badass” in there none by shadow though 😞

They really gave Maria a personality and I loved it!

The Maria scenes made me tear up even before her death

Maria and Shadow’s relationship was so wholesome and sweet 🥺🥺🥺

We did not see that little girl get shot chat

“The star shines even after the star is gone” brooooooooooo 🥲🥲🥲

The Beatles reference!!!!!!!

I love how Tom’s NES cartridge blowing trick fucking worked for the USB drive

THE SONIC AND SHADOW PARALLELS YESSSSSSSSSSSS THEY FUCKING GET IT

I love how Wade was in the film for literally one minute and it was to give Sonic the fucking Master Emerald

I want the sonic and shadow on the moon as my desktop wallpaper frrrr

SHADOW GETTING HIS SUPER FORM YESSSSSSSSSS

THE LIVE AND LEARN DURING THE SONIC SHADOW SPACE SUPER FORM FIGHT YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

THE SONIC SHADOW SUPER FORM POSE OMGGGGGGGGG

The whole Sonic and Shadow super form fight was actually peak frrrrrr

So knuckles and Tails used the last ring? Can they get more? Can they make more?

Nooooooooooo stobotnik turned out to be doomed yaoi (at least for now)

At least Robotnik acknowledged Stone’s appreciation of him before he went

Shadow sacrificed himself! Oh no! 😢😉

No but ROBOTNIK SACRIFICED HIMSELF?!? I guess Jim Carrey needed to retire

HOLY SHIT METAL SONIC?!?!?!?! WHO TF SENT HIM?!?!

AMY ROSE?!?!?! I DID NOT EXPECT THAT

Lowkey thought this would be the last film but it’s not I’M SO HYPED FOR THIS AHHHHHHHHHHH

SHADOW DIDN’T DIE!!!!! I kinda knew he wouldn’t die he’s too popular to die lmao

End credits were AWESOME as always

Amazing incredible movie 10/10 loved every minute

[mrs-snape5984]

“As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face…”

“Save your tears, it'll be okay. All I know is you're here with me…” (“Here with me” by D4vd)

Suffering from ME/CFS makes me feel like my whole world is falling apart in front of my eyes. Since I’ve already lost so much joy and so many abilities due to this devastating disease, my continuing loss seems to increase even further.

As some of you might know, do I love to write my own stories about Severus and Julia just as much as I enjoy using my tumblr blog as some kind of journal, whenever I’ve commissioned another artwork. It’s my way of rolling out a red carpet for the artists of Snapedom…it’s my way of honouring them for their talent in their profession. Commissioning those amazing people and letting them make my ideas and fantasies come to life, is my very own manner of coping with my physical and emotional pain.

And now, this coping mechanism seems to crumble into pieces as well as everything else, that I’ve already lost! It hurts me to admit, that my brain fog takes advantage of my capability to create vivid images with my words. My thoughts are getting blurry and chaotic. I’m struggling to find the right words to express my emotions (it’s even worse in my native language German than in English!!)…and this scares me to hell!

My mind was the only place, where I could find some shelter from my infuriating and terrifying reality of losing myself to ME/CFS. What if I forfeit my only - just barely existing- talent now?? How should I flee this nightmare of existence if writing wouldn’t be an option anymore?! How should I express my gratitude towards all those marvellous artists of Snapedom, who are all weaving my emotional comfort blanket with each piece of their art?!?

I don’t want to give up on my writing…and I won’t…even though my pride would probably fade away with each badly written chapter of my fictions…and with each unworthy post on my blog. I must admit, that I’m already acknowledging the loss of quality. 🥺

I found an inspiring poem about the importance of staying resilient, no matter how difficult the hardships of life might become, and I want to share it with you:

"KEEP GOING" (Better known as "DON'T QUIT") by Edgar A. Guest

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and debts are high, And you want to smile but have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but DON'T YOU QUIT!

Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about,

When he might have won if he'd stuck it out, Don't give up though the pace seems slow, You might succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up, When he might captured the victor's cup.

And he learned too late, when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown,

Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint on clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems afar,

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

My dear @mmad-lover, I can’t stress enough how grateful I am for your dedication to this stunning piece of art and believe me, it was worth every single second of waiting! Paula, I was incredibly touched to hear, that my request seemed to be something special, something personal to you. I can assure you, that, indeed, all of my ideas have a profound meaning to me and I’m glad that you’re such an empathetic person, who sensed that particular importance of your art to me. Your devotion to this drawing is palpable in every single detail, every line of your brushes. You created exactly the mood, that I wished for Severus and Julia. It doesn’t matter that the world is burning to the ground around them, they will always have each other’s backs! Just like I’m relying on Severus for more than 21 years now. Thank you for everything, you precious soul! I’m glad that I met you and I hope, we’ll stay in touch. 🥹

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[emiliehornby]

you’ll see my face in every place (but you can’t catch me now)

pairing spider-man! ethan landry x fem! reader

synopsis you loved spider-man, but you loved ethan landry more. in the end, it didn’t matter. when his worlds collided and the weight of the universe dragged him down, it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t hold on any longer

warnings canon typical violence, character death

author’s notes heyyy!! i’ve been in a writing slump recently, so i figured i’d start small and go back to my tumblr roots!! this is loosely based off of that scene in the amazing spider-man 2 (iykyk) and i’m so incredibly happy with how it turned out. i felt really smart and started kicking my feet when i came up with the title. but please let me know what you think!! mwah!!

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

One moment, you were celebrating the defeat of another villain and had finally been convinced by Ethan to furbish your newly leased apartment to end the night. The next, Sam had suddenly swept you off your feet.

Now, you were at the top of New York’s abandoned clock tower with Sam holding you hostage on her hoverboard. You’re both staring at each other while Ethan voiced his worries from below. There was a feeling in your gut that was different, but something about Ethan made it feel like there was nothing to worry about because he was there. Just like all the other times. He’d gone through hell and back just to keep you safe, that you knew you could trust him with your life.

“Sam, just put Y/N down!” He yelled.

“Sam-” You tried to reason with her. The Sam you knew would have put herself in harm’s way to keep you from danger, but when you looked into her eyes, they were completely void of that warmth you were introduced to when she took you under her wing after your father abandoned you and your mother thrusted herself into work as a coping mechanism. Sam’s eyes were dark and resembled her father’s, causing a chill to run down your spine at the thought of the serial murderer.

“Tara is dead!” Sam screamed. She tightened her grip on you. You winced, knowing that was going to leave a bruise when she continued, “Tara is dead because of him. And you knew and you lied to me.”

“I couldn’t tell you!” You yelled back. Your hand lingered above her shoulder, toning your voice down to say, “Look Sam, I lost Tara too. I loved her the same way you did and I know she wouldn’t have wanted you to see what she became. It would have killed you!”

Sam shook her head, “No, she was my sister. You will never love her like I did because you sided with the person that killed her.”

Ethan could feel Sam grow more agitated and pleaded with her, “Look, this is between you and me, Sam. Fight me and please just let Y/N go!”

“Fine, I’ll let her go.” She smiled. You looked at Sam, her gaze switching to Ethan when she suddenly pushed you over. You fell quickly, but Ethan managed to meet you halfway and your hands instinctively held onto him for dear life. While your fall caused the glass dome of the clock tower to shatter everywhere, Ethan softened the blow with his back, colliding against the metal bridge.

Your breathing only grew more heavy as the world around you stopped spinning. Ethan’s chest against yours was the only thing keeping you grounded. As he felt your fear, Ethan placed a hand on your cheek in an attempt to reassure you, “Hey, you’re okay. I promise I’m gonna get you out of here.” Too distracted by your fear, you failed to notice the cut on your cheek.

Ethan was wiping off the blood when bullets began to fly through the air. He instinctively rolled you both over to avoid the ricocheting bullets when you’re met with the end of the platform, where Ethan’s grasp on your wrist was the only thing keeping you from defying gravity.

He knew he couldn’t risk letting you back up onto the platform, so his eyes fled around the room for a solution. Ethan winced when the only choice to keep you away from the fight was to let you hover under it…hundreds of feet in the air. He didn’t have much time, so he shot a long string of webs towards you with barely any explanation, “Hey, I got you Y/N. Just- Just hold on!” You let him work quickly and carefully to secure the rest of the web onto a rusted gear, but as soon as he finished, Sam suddenly crashed Ethan into a wall.

“Ethan!” You screamed when you jolted down a few inches. But you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away from the fight.

When Sam clicked on the trigger and no bullets came out, she threw it to the side and charged at him again. She tossed him around until she managed to pin Ethan down by the neck, where she pulled a knife from her holster and stabbed him through his side.

He yelled in pain, “I’m okay. I’m okay!” He didn’t know if he was telling you that or trying to convince himself, but he thrashed his head around to avoid the blade hitting him a second time. Seeing an opening, Ethan threw the web around her wrist, where the knife fell just past you. You watched it, and your heart pounded a little harder when it got smaller and smaller and smaller…until it disappeared. It’s that split second before you looked up and Sam was pushing herself over the edge, taking Ethan with her. While he was quick enough to shoot at something, you and Sam aren’t so lucky as Sam’s body fell right on top of your gear, effectively loosening it.

You sucked in a breath.

“Ethan!”

It became silent when you fell the rest of the way. That feeling came creeping back stronger than ever before. Your eyes were wide, but you knew that this was it. You took a moment to just look at Ethan. His eyes were covered by his mask, but you’d known Ethan well enough to see through to the soft brown eyes you’d spent years memorizing. You had heard that your whole life flashed by in your final moments, and maybe they were right. You were looking straight at it — at him. And that was all you needed to shut your eyes. For a moment you felt the chill of the web against your chest, and suddenly…nothing.

For Ethan Landry, falling through the air was an absolutely exhilarating experience. He loved jumping off of very tall somethings to feel the rush of wind against his suit and attempting to defy the laws of physics just to fall as fast as he could. But now that it wasn’t his life on the line, it seemed as though he couldn’t fall fast enough.

His eyes were glued to you, but his mind was working fast to calculate how and when to catch you. In his peripheral vision, he saw a possible way to do that. Ethan knew it was a small target, but in desperation, he counted down until he could grab the pole and shoot a web the rest of the way down.

A pop echoed through the room shortly after his screams from the impact, but Ethan couldn’t care less. For a moment, it’s almost like time stopped as the broken clock at the top of the tower struck midnight. Its bells rang in sync with his eardrums and his breathing became erratic as his spidey senses shook him to his core.

He couldn’t feel you breathing or hear your heartbeat.

A wildfire sparked in Ethan’s stomach and began to burn a trail up into his lungs while he jumped down to see your body, suspended just a few feet from the ground. He limped towards you carefully, as though to avoid frightening you.

“Y/N?” Ethan called out.

No response.

He ripped off his mask and said your name again, taking you into his arms. He pulled the web off of you, his knees failing him as he fell to the ground. He could only pull you closer to caress your hair and whispered, “Hey, come on now, angel.”

His hand moved down to your chest, where it didn't rise against him.

“Hey…you’re okay. It’s over. We can get out of here, just like I promised.” He cried. The guilt racked through his body as tears fell down his cheeks. Ethan knew better than to talk such nonsense. He didn’t even need to be a scientist to understand that you weren’t going to come back from this, but it didn’t stop him from begging anyway.

“It’s over! We can go home. Fuck, we can just lay down on our floor and eat all the orange gummies we have if that’s what you want.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. By the time he’d even consider coming home, still in his bloody and tattered suit to an empty apartment full of the things you never had the chance to unpack, he would realize that it was going to take some time to unpack his heart that was still full of grief.

But feeling how cold you were, he took a moment to look up at the moon casting an iridescent light through the broken dome. You would have pointed out how beautiful it was, and he’d smile at how your eyes seemed to reflect its brightness against the stark night, to break the tension after the tough fight you two put up if this ended the way Ethan wanted it to.

Except it didn’t.

So Ethan couldn’t help but scream. He screamed as loud and hard as he could until his throat gave out and the metallic taste mixed with the salt of his tears coated his mouth when he swallowed. He looked back down at you, where your nose had begun to bleed. When Ethan gently wiped it away, he started to think.

He was no stranger to grief. Sure, he’d lost good people — his father, his brother Richie, innocent citizens that were caught in the crossfire of New York’s daily disasters. But nothing compared to the overwhelming feeling of losing the love of his life. His past, present, and that brief glimpse of his future now laid still before him.

“Just…please come back to me. Please.”

[bossboudicca]

Wrecker (TBB) SFW Alphabet

A little something something I threw together. Also on my Ao3 (link on profile)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Um, yeah! Probably the most affectionate clone in the entire GAR. His love language is definitely physical touch, with maybe a smattering of gift giving and receiving.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be such an amazing best friend. I feel like so many people see him as a little slow and goofy, but getting close to him would show you a whole other side; someone who listens and gives wonderful advice and comfort when appropriate. He is a fixer at heart, can’t stand seeing people in emotional or physical distress.

The friendship would start, in my mind, as any sort of chance encounter. He helps you lift something heavy, maybe he’s chasing Batcher through the market and she upturns your table or knocks into you. Naturally, he has to stop and help, and it goes from there.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely. You know those videos of the giant baby elephants in rescue sanctuaries? Just completely oblivious to their size and strength but totally down for a cuddle 24/7? Yeah, that’s Wrecker. 

Not only does he love to cuddle, he is the best at it and has the best body type for it (in my humble opinion). Any kind of cuddling, but I think a favorite would be nestled against his side with your head on his big ol’ chest. Maybe a leg gets thrown over his own at some point.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If we’re talking canon universe Wrecker, yes to settling down. Pabu is incredibly conducive to domestic life. If the two of you chose the tropical planet to settle on, let me set the scene:

Sheer curtains flutter against the rejuvenating ocean breeze blowing through open windows and doors, the adobe stone of your shared abode cool to the touch against the warm sun outside. Some of the door frames have been slightly altered to accommodate your companion’s remarkable height, and seeing the little personalizations around the home always brings an easy smile to your face. 

Walking into the kitchen, you can see his large frame facing away from you, your peripheral vision swarmed with bright colors and shapes of various fruits piled on the countertops. You watch as his head tilts slightly at the noise of your steps, before turning to regard you with a gleaming grin. 

It’s perfect.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would feel guilty, even if the majority of the issues were on the other party. As mentioned previously, seeing others upset or bothered by anything is almost intolerable to him. 

Likely, he would try to talk to that person multiple times to mend whatever troubles are happening. He would go to his brothers, even Omega, to gather advice on the situation. Eventually, as much as it would break him up inside, he would have one final talk with the person and let his true feelings be known in as gentle and polite a way as possible for him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If you make him happy, and he makes you happy, he would absolutely commit. Marriage wouldn’t be something he would necessarily think about, being raised in the military and all. But if someone outside the relationship mentioned or alluded to it, or maybe the two of you attended another’s wedding, he would most definitely bring it up as something he is very interested in.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He thinks he’s gentle, and wants to be gentle. He’s a big boy though, essentially made for not being gentle, so it takes some practice for him to not actually hurt you when he gets excited about hugs and playful tussling. 

He is good at being gentle emotionally though. Has always been a comforting presence for his brothers, in or out of battle, and would be the same for you. Really just someone you can talk to or just sit quietly with. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

YES! Hugs all around. All the time. Big, full-body, two-arms-completely-wrapped-around, feet-lifting-off-the-ground hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Pretty quickly, if you say it first. He will most likely say it right back to you. 

If it’s left up to him though, it may take awhile, but eventually he just can’t hold it in anymore. It’ll come out at the most seemingly random times; he’s watching you pet an animal, peel a piece of fruit, fold a shirt - just something totally mundane and for some unknown reason all his feelings will just bubble up to the surface in that moment. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t often get jealous, as he believes people’s intentions are generally good. Sometimes, of course, they are not, but Wrecker is confident in himself and his relationship with you. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I really can’t imagine any of the clones are naturally good kissers (with the exception of Fives), so it might be a little…rough, at first. He’s a good listener though, a people pleaser and wants to learn, so if you’re patient with him and show him what you like you’ll be well rewarded and very happy with the results. 

For you, he loves coming up from behind, wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck, kissing and blowing raspberries and listening to you laugh.

For him, a kiss on the top of the head (if you can reach it) gives him wholesome, domestic butterflies. And of course the lips, which is obviously the best place to smooch on such a handsome fellow.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

All I can think about with this one is him meeting Omega: 

*bends over for a closer look*

“What is that?!”

But seriously, he loves kids once he figures them out. He would definitely love some of his own, but only if you want them too. If not, there’s plenty of little urchins running around Pabu he can toss up in the air and give piggy-back rides to.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

See letter D. Other than that, he likes to sleep in, preferably with you. If you wake up before him, grab some caf and a magazine and get back into bed. Let that man wake up happy, with you by his side.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Since he sleeps late, he can be a bit of a night owl. Cuddling with snacks and a good holovid under a super soft blanket? Sign y’all up.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

You have but to ask. There’s nothing he’s ashamed or scared to tell you, not really, but he probably won’t take it upon himself to spill everything. He’s really more interested in what you’re all about; totally smitten and won’t even think to bring up much about himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With you? It would take a lot.

With someone threatening his friends, family, or loved ones? It don’t take much bud.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He wouldn’t remember everything, he’s human (and a man), but certain things would jog his memory. Maybe you told him about a favorite flower or mentioned how you wanted to read a certain book or whatnot; he wouldn’t go out of his way to find it, but if he saw it he would instantly remember your interest and grab it for you. 

Favorite foods he can remember though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Any firsts; first time he touched you, first kiss, first time y’all talked about feelings and what your relationship was. Stuff like that gives him butterflies, and he likes that. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like 

to be protected?)

He’s protective, but not in a stifling or possessive way. To put it simply, you are able to have scary dog privileges. 

There’s really not a whole lot you can do to protect him. Maybe if he’s got a spider on his shoulder or something you could get it for him? He would probably appreciate that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

As mentioned above, he is a people pleaser at his core. While he’s not a perfectionist, he does try to put effort into showing you how much he appreciates you. He loves giving gifts too; not big, crazy, showy gifts, but little everyday things. Maybe a cool rock he found, snacks, stuff like that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Leaving hairs in the damn sink when he shaves >:(

(he doesn’t mean to)

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned. Even after Tantiss, he still works out and stays in shape, mainly because it’s been a part of his routine for so long. But if we’re being honest, he’s definitely checking his muscles out in the mirror or a window reflection fairly often. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yeah :( 

Especially if you guys became ‘official’ and were so for a while. He’s not clingy, but he would miss you like crazy if you had to leave for a time. And maker forbid, if something ever happened to you, he would be utterly broken apart for a long time.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

In the spring season on Pabu, Wrecker sometimes gets allergies for a week or so at a time. He totally hates it, not because of the sneezing or watery eyes, but because he really likes smelling the flowers that make him ill.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I don’t think he’d like someone who was super clingy or possessive. He’s a happy-go-lucky guy, especially on Pabu. He just wants to finally enjoy life, and wouldn’t want someone bossing him around too much or not letting him explore and discover his own habits and interests. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Drooling, snoring, arms-flung-out-to-the-sides, crazy deep sleeper. He’s also very warm, which can be a good or bad thing depending on you, the weather, etc. 

Sometimes he mumbles cute or funny little things in his sleep though. It always makes you smile.

[footy-fictionist]

Important win - Jude Bellingham

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x female reader, little bit of platonic!Karim Adeyemi x female reader and a tiny bit of platonic!Nico Schlotterbeck x female reader

Warnings: fluff, hints of stealing someones man (nothing serious at all), little bit of worried reader

Word Count: 852 (sorry not a very long one)

Note: As always, my first language is not English. I thought it would be fun to show how the reader is friends with some of the teammates as well! This is purely fiction, I don't know any of the boys. Please do not copy or publish my work, reblobbing is perfectly fine! If I missed anything in the warnings or elsewhere, please let me know!

To say that the win against Red Bull Leipzig is important, is a big understatement. Leipzig has an incredible team and they can definitely put up a fight. So there were a lot of nerves before the game. But luckily her boyfriend’s team pulled through. There was that chance from Nkunku in the first half that almost stopped her heart. Jude gave an amazing pass for Julian to score, which he did but it was ruled a handball. She hadn’t been that disappointed in a while. 

The penalty from Marco really lifted everyone’s spirits and then the hard kick from Emre really sealed the deal. But the chance from Werner near the end, where Nico managed to save it with his shoulder. She went crazy celebrating that save. She bursted out laughing when Karim, who was standing next to her, was flabbergasted by the amount of extra time. The ‘FÜNF?!’ wouldn’t leave her mind soon and she definitely wouldn’t let her friend live that down. He had pushed her shoulder because she laughed so hard, which only made it worse. And after the last whistle was blown, she jumped up clapping for joy.

Now she is watching her boyfriend, her friends and his teammates celebrating that important win. All of the 10 games of 2023 they’ve won so far, an incredible streak and she was very proud. Especially after all the pressure that’s been on Jude’s shoulders the past few months. With all the transfer rumours and the ones that are still in play, but also his knee that has to be taped up for every match now. To say she worries about him quite a lot, is putting it lightly. Of course they talk about everything, communication is 100% key in their relationship, but the worries stay in place. Right now she just accepts that this is the way she’s gonna feel every time something is happening in Jude’s career. 

She smiles as the boys start to jump in front of the yellow wall, knowing what will follow right after. They soon enough start jumping up against each other, Karim walking back a bit to avoid them all. After all the times they’ve launched him and with his injury, she totally understands. He does end up joining them again, but when everything has calmed down a little. In the meantime she watches Jude have fun and even holds her breath a little when he jumps at Niklas who decides to avoid him for the fun of it. Jude stumbles forward a little, she only relaxes when she sees the smile on his face. He looks her in the eyes straight after, knowing she needs his reassurance even for something as small as that stumble.

He then proceeds to dance with the kids of his teammates. She loves the way he always includes the kids, no matter what. He loves kids and he shows it in a lot of ways. When the celebration dies down a little, he’s standing next to Karim whilst they all hold hands. Karim presses a kiss to the back of Jude’s hand, whilst Jude returns the favour right after. She can’t help but to comment on it.

“Hey Karim, stop stealing my boyfriend. You’re the second one that’s trying to steal him. Nico already tried as well.”

The boys burst out laughing when they heard her yell at them. Karim turns her way holding up his hand and mockingly making talk motions with it. She gasps in outrage whilst Jude looks like he’s gonna collapse, laughing as hard as he does. She flips Karim off, who blows her a kiss. Nico also looks her way, also having heard her comments.

“We can’t help it. Your boyfriend is just so lovable. Karim and I are best friends, of course we would love the same teammate the most.”

Nico sends her a wink with his comments before focussing on Mats as he walks over. She rolls her eyes at Nico’s comments. Jude walks her way, stopping right under where she’s standing. He gives her a lazy smile, whilst she sends him a small glare. There is no real venom in her glare and her heart is melting at the lazy smile he sends her, but she doesn’t let it show (all that much).

“You really want to cheat on me with your teammates Jude? That’s rude, you know.”

“Naaah baby, you know there is only you. I love them but they’ll never compare to you.”

He loves the way her mock glare fades and the red shows up on her cheeks after his comments. Oh, how he wants to hug her right now and kiss those rosy cheeks of hers. She puts her hands on her cheeks as though she hears his thoughts and is trying to hide them. His smile widens and now takes over half of his face. She can’t help but smile back just as big. 

“I love you.”

Jude doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of hearing her say that to him.

“I love you too. Thank you for being here baby. Always means a lot.”

[kaely1916]

Go Get your Man! 🏃🏽‍➡️ pt1

Context: After everything that happened, Charles might be a little too overprotective with Edwin. After all, he almost lost his best friend for the third time in a week, so he had his reasons for deciding to secretly check on Edwin during one of his cartoon nights with Niko. What he didn’t expect to find was Niko helping Edwin get ready for a date.

“Charles, you’re going to make me dizzy if you keep pacing around my room like that.”

“It’s just... God, do you think I should go check on him? Just in case?”

“For heaven's sake, Charles, he’s only been gone for an hour and he’s with Niko. He’s fine.🙄”

“I know, I know... BUT what if something happened??? I can’t help but be all nervous when Edwin is out of my sight, Crystal. I’m worried.😩”

“You’re codependent, that’s what you are. Everything is fine. Besides, Edwin won’t be happy if you interrupt his night with Niko because you’re having an anxiety attack.🥱”

“First, I’m not having an attack. Second, he won’t know I was there if I don’t say anything.”

“This is going to blow up in your face, remember my words.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say. See you later.”

*Crystal tried to convince him again that it was a bad idea, but Charles was already passing the mirror.*

“Such an idiot.😮‍💨”

*On the other side, Charles traveled to Niko’s bathroom mirror, peeking through the door to see if Edwin was okay. He just needed to hear Edwin’s voice to know everything was alright and that he could come back, but the other’s words made him curious and he couldn’t help but see what was going on.*

“Niko, I look ridiculous.”

Edwin stood in the middle of the room, his usual Edwardian clothes completely replaced by tight black jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater, which was just... wow.

“You look incredible. That’s what you look! I knew that turtleneck would be perfect for you.”

(Oh, maybe he went to some clothes store with Niko. That’s cute. And judging by Edwin’s current outfit... damn, Niko was doing an amazing job.😳)

“When I asked you to help choose clothes, I didn’t expect such a radical change.”

“Foolishness. You, my friend, should know that I don’t do things halfway. Besides, this is your first date with that boy; you need to look gorgeous to wow him.”

(Okay... WHAT?😨) Charles almost tripped over himself if he hadn’t remembered to be incorporeal for a moment. (A date??? Edwin??? With who??🤨)

“It’s... it’s not an actual date, I think.”

(Oh, thank God.😌)

“Oh, come on. Meeting a guy to go for a walk together and visit some museums is definitely a date, Edwin!”

(Oh, fuck😔)

“Well... you might be right, but I don’t want to make a big fuss about this. This is still very new to me, you see.”

“Don’t worry. Everything will be great. Not every day a cute French ghost asks you out on a date! Relax and enjoy yourself. You deserve it. Have some fun with the French boy~~”

*Saying that Charles was speechless would be an understatement. His best mate was apparently going on a date with an apparently cute French ghost while he thought he was watching Scooby-Doo with Niko. Oh, the betrayal. He wished that was the only thing he felt, but no...*

“His name is Marcus and we are going to have fun, just not in the way your mind is suggesting.”

“You never know, my friend, you never know... Anyway, he’s close to being here, right?”

“Yes. Once again, I apologize for asking him to use your mirror, but I didn’t want him to go to the agency. That wouldn’t be professional.”

“And once again, I thank you for doing it. I’m dying to meet him!!! 🤩”

(Fuck. Now that guy was actually coming here to take Edwin out? To take Edwin away from him?? Hell no 😫) But before Charles could think about what to do, the mirror in Niko’s bathroom revealed a person.

“Good evening. May I enter?”

(He’s a freaking vampire or what?😒) The ghost looked more or less around their age, with black wavy hair and blue eyes, dressed in modern clothes and a red tie.

“Oh yes!! So nice to finally meet you. I’m Niko, Edwin is my best friend.”

“A pleasure. I’m Marcus. Edwin has told me a lot about you... Good to see you again, Edwin, you look very nice.”

“... T-thank you, you as well. I think we should be going. I don’t want to interfere with Niko’s sleep any more than I already have.”

“You guys don’t have to worry about me. In fact, do you want me to go with you?👀”

“We don’t need a chaperone, Niko. Thank you.”

“Fine, but you’ll have to tell me everything. With details! I expect to hear from you in the morning... unless you two are too busy tonight~~😏”

“GOODBYE, NIKO.💀”

*Edwin said, very embarrassed, while leaving with the other ghost through the mirror, his arm interlaced with Marcus’s. Charles was actually furious about all the advantages that guy was taking with Edwin.*

“You can stop hiding now, Charles.”

“You... you knew I was here?”

“I have very good observational skills, as does Edwin. You were really lucky he was all nervous about his date, or he would have found you too.”

“I... I was just...”

“Spying on Edwin’s first date?”

“No... I didn’t even know he had a date...”

“Oh, well, after what happened between you two, it’s normal that he didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You know??? Did Edwin tell you?”

“Well, he told me he had confessed to his friend but was rejected, and now they decided to just be friends. I just added two and two🤓.”

“I did not reject him!!! I... well, yes, we’re still friends... but I didn’t reject him! I never will! I told him that we have forever to figure out the rest...”

“Charles... are you in love with Edwin?”

“I... I don’t know.😟”

“Look, you’re my friend too and I love you, but you really need to figure this out sooner if you don’t want someone else to steal Edwin from you. Because he’s not going to wait for you forever... well, knowing Edwin, he probably would, but he doesn’t deserve that.”

“No, he doesn’t...”

“I think that for the first time in his life, he’s truly comfortable with himself, and because he thinks you rejected him, he’s starting to allow himself to date other people and experiment with what he really likes.”

“I... I know that... but... I’m just so scared of messing everything up... of not being good enough for him... of... losing him... I just... God, Niko, what if..😰.”

*Charles stumbled over his own words, fighting back tears.*

“Okay, so we’re doing this.😤”

“Doing what?🥺”

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen a lot of psychological animes.🤓☝🏻”

*And just like that, Niko guided him to lie on her bed while she sat in a chair beside him, with a little notebook and a pen in her hand, and a pair of glasses that God only knew where they came from.*

“Niko...😐”

“Shhh, everything is okay. This is a safe place. Now tell me in detail, where do you think these thoughts came from?🧐”

“Well...😔”

*After about two hours of therapy, Niko realized she would need more sessions, but at least she managed to get Charles to reach a conclusion.*

“Oh, fuck😦.”

“Yeah.🙂‍↕️”

“I’m such an idiot.😣”

“Yep.🙂‍↕️”

“I’m in love with Edwin too... God, I’m so in love with him. How did I not see it before?”😫

“Love makes us blind, Charles. Don’t worry. You’re not the first.”

“But... I’m too late. Nothing matters now... because Edwin is going with that French guy... he’ll probably forget about me...”

“Okay, Charles, I don’t know if you’re an idiot or just a disaster in love matters, but you’re crazy if you think Edwin has moved on from you.”

“What do you mean?🤨”

“1. Someone doesn’t forget a 30-year-old crush just like that. And 2. You don’t know how much I had to insist that Edwin accept the other offer.”

“Wait, what??? So you basically forced him to go on a date with a stranger he didn’t want to go with??😠”

“I may or may not have told him that seeing someone would help him forget his feelings for... well, you.😬”

“NIKO!!!👹”

“What??? It was before I knew you hadn’t rejected him, just that you were an idiot who loved him back but had too many problems to realize it🙄.”

“OMG, what am I going to do now?😫”

“Isn’t it clear? I know the direction of the museum where Edwin is going.😎”

“You don’t mean..😯.”

“Go get your man!🫡”

*Without wasting another minute, Charles quickly traveled to the mirror, hoping he wasn’t too late. Just wait a little longer for him, Edwin. He would definitely get things right this time.*

---

To be continued...

[vicc000]

Will’s thoughts on Emory ❤️

- She was killing me. Had been killing me for years.

- She wouldn’t complain about last night and the lock-in. Tattling would dent her pride. Not sure how I knew that about her, but I did.

-My interest in Emory Scott had nothing to do with her brother, sadly. I wish it were that easy.

-He never tried to drag me into reality as hard as Michael and Kai did. I had no clue what I wanted or who I wanted to be. I just wanted my people, and I wanted the girl of my dreams.

-I wanted to go back to find her, but I knew she wouldn’t take a ride from me. She wouldn’t take anything from me. I was nothing, and she knew it, and in ten years, she’d be amazing, and I’d be nothing. She would never need me.

- Was she calling be a caveman? Little shit. I mean, I did do her literature assignment for her. Did she have any idea how hard it was to try to sound like an angry teenage girl with zero sense of humor.

-I just wanted her to smile. It would be one thing if I were the one making her miserable, but I had a feeling I wasn’t. Still, she wouldn’t turn. She was right there but miles away, and my chest ached.

-Rage boiled my blood, and I wanted to know what happened. Who hurt her? The sight of her crying was like a knife in my gut. But she wouldn’t talk to me. Not yet. Maybe never.

-I stared out at the road as we headed back into town, unable to help the smile peeking out. Sorry, D. That’s her seat now.

- Kissing. Only fucking kissing, and I was about to come already.

-She dominated me, and I didn’t want it any other way. In the classroom, in the library, in the movie theater, in my truck … Watching her cash in on my ass was better than actual sex.

-And here I was, pretty sure that no cost was too great to just be able to hold her. It kind of scared me what I’d pay.

-God, I wanna knock you up. I want to ruin you for all the times you made me think you didn’t want me. I want to give you a piece of me you’ll never be able to escape.

-You’ve been blowing my mind for forever. She was incredible, and I hated that no one saw how beautiful she was except for me. I’d been dying in that bus and fucking happy for it.

- I was clean of all vices, except one, and I needed to shake her. I needed to shake her, so I could go home.

- I’d rather eat my hands than see her do that to herself. If this was who she was, I’d rather this than see her become what I became. Someone who needed to hurt myself day after day in order to fucking smile. I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do with her yet, but this, whatever this was going on between them, was not happening. She didn’t get to find herself with Aydin Khadir. She was coming with me.

-My heart sank a moment as I looked at Em, because it was all true. Nothing else mattered. If it killed us, she was the one. And that moment, I didn’t care about her sins, if anyone else had touched her besides me, or that we were both our own worst enemies. That was my girl, scarred, tattered soul, and all. She was beautiful.

-I wanted to wrap my body around hers so badly I refrained, because I knew that I’d squeeze the life out of her, wanting her so much.

[misshoneyimhome]

Hi there hunny! I am absolutely loving your writing, I feel like so many babes are hopping on the Willy hype finally!! Not sure if you’re actively looking for requests, but I am just in desperate need for a jealous, slightly angry William - like there’s any writing where he looses his cool because he’s just so laid back as a human. I think you could so do it justice, because I’m not meaning like scary angry ya know? Baby girl can’t. But I feel like as a partner and especially in the early stages he could probably come off as noncommittal or just almost too laid back about your relationship - mostly because he’s so secure about it and how he feels that he forgets you can’t read his inner monologue because he wouldn’t have you there if he wasn’t 100% sure. But maybe you try to call it off after seeing him schmooze at a team event and he like loses it out of fear and frustration at himself that you would think he’s not in it or you’re unspoken together but still not exclusive and you’re having fun at the club after a win just dancing but back at home he loses it (cue the stick breaking vid)! Either situation I would be pissed at him for being clueless but think my panties would melt off for an angry, jealous Willy because if you can get that reaction outta that man you’re in for a treat!!

Uh I’m here for it babe! 😍 angry/jealous/frustrated!Willy is just something of a kind, and I love it 😉 [I had a smilier idea a while back, in case you feel like reading this blurb - it has more jealousy 😉 (pure smut btw)]

And thank you btw, I always love people’s feedback, and requests are just so much fun - I love it when everyone shares their ideas ❤️

So, I went with more frustrated!Willy, rather than being jealous - hope that's ok; however, I do have a piece on the way, also inspired by the breaking-stick video, so hopefully, you'll enjoy that 😊

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The Calm Before the Storm I William Nylander

4 months and 21 days.

It had been that long since you’d found yourself in what could be deemed a relationship with William Nylander.

4 months and 21 days of coffee dates, casual walks with his dogs, takeout dinners at his place, passionate, mind-blowing sex, and lazy mornings after his hockey games.

Everything appeared to be flawless – perhaps a bit too flawless.

In many ways, William stood out from your past partners; with him there was no need for pretence or maintaining a perfect front. With him, you could freely express your unique quirks and be completely yourself without hesitation.

But despite your fondness for his relaxed, natural manner, you couldn't help but notice his reluctance to delve into deep feelings or the core of your relationship.

While he'd whisper sweet nothings and lend an ear on your tougher days, he always seemed to be so composed and laid-back about everything.

And it was slowly starting to grate on your nerves.

_

Initially, you found it incredibly endearing and delightful to be in his company. His ability to shrug things off, whether it was a tough loss, a call from his brother about having a rough day, or even the chaotic traffic lately, impressed you.

"If the traffic's bad, I'll just take the subway," he'd casually remark when you'd urge him to hurry up to avoid being late again.

Or he'd say, "Yeah, it sucked that we lost, but we'll do better next time," after a defeat.

His attitude puzzled you, but in a way, you also found it incredibly amazing.

However, as your relationship with this man deepened, his seemingly calm and relaxed demeanour started feeling a bit too complacent. And now, you found yourself wanting a little clarity about your relationship.

Did it genuinely go beyond mere passing time, something romantic perhaps, or were you simply someone he enjoyed spending time with whenever he felt like it?

Undoubtedly, William was amazing. Yet, the more time you spent together, the more it seemed like this situation was somewhat one-sided.

You knew your feelings ran deep for him, so you opted to give it a bit more time, hoping he'd eventually open up.

And as the partner you wanted to portray, you agreed to accompany him to a team event.

_

The evening was meant to be a celebration, a tribute to their team's triumph.

And amid mingling with other teammates and their partners, William wore his usual bright grin and cheerful demeanour. His laughter filled the room as always, and as usual, you put on a smile and stood by his side.

At first, your concerns eased a bit when he kept an arm around your waist while engaging with managers and other club supporters.

However, as the night wore on, his touch and attention seemed to drift away, and you felt a deep stinge of disappointment.

And by your third glass of champagne, you found yourself without your date, chatting with a few of the team members' girlfriends and wives. Luckily, you had a close bond with the girls, yet your attention was drawn to something across the room – William engaging in his always so casual chatter with a small group, including a striking lady who eyed him with a certain longing, much like you would have done.

And as William didn't appear to shy away from her flirtatious gestures, your suspicions were validated.

So, with a soft sigh and a swift glance at your glass, you hastily finished your drink before slowly making your way over to William.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to gather your thoughts as you approached him.

"Hey," you gently said, offering a friendly smile. "I'm sorry, but I think I'd like to head home. You can just stay; I'll get a taxi."

William appeared puzzled by your words, but before he could respond, you swiftly exited the venue and headed towards the cloakroom.

And as you walked away, a part of you hoped he'd follow, while another part desperately needed to escape the situation as soon as possible.

But despite your determined strides to leave, William quickly caught up to you.

"Hey," he said firmly, grasping your wrist as you were about to reach for your coat. "What's wrong?"

His expression showed genuine concern at your sudden change in behaviour, his breaths becoming uneven. He couldn't comprehend what was happening, and all he felt was his heart sinking as he noticed tears welling up in your eyes.

"Will, I can't do this..." you attempted to sound confident, but your voice quivered while maintaining eye contact.

"You can’t do what, y/n? What's going on?" His confusion was evident, and you couldn't help but let out a disbelieving chuckle. How was he this oblivious to his own actions?

"I can't continue like this; I have strong feelings for you," you wanted to yell, but you kept your voice low, trying to avoid any unnecessary drama. "I thought I was more than just a fling, but it seems you don't want to be more, and I'm sorry, but I can't keep going like this..."

"What are you talking about?" William's voice rose in frustration.

He was getting slightly irked by your accusations, yet genuinely confused about what you were getting at.

"You are more than a fling!" he almost shouted.

"Then why do you always act like I’m not and like you don't fucking care about me at all?" Now you were shouting. “You always have to act so fucking cool and tough, and I can’t take it anymore – either you’re sure about us, or you’re not!”

William, his usual calm façade shattered, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

That was when it happened.

As you’d said the words, he could feel his pulse racing, his heartbeat quacking, and his unusual temper about to burst.

You thought he didn’t care…

"God, why can't you see? Shit!" He snapped, his voice filled with an uncharacteristic urgency, his eyes reflecting a storm of emotions. "I'm just... doing this without thinking! I'm not here for a fling, for fuck’s sake! I’m just not good at this, ok!"

You froze, surprised at the outburst, his words striking a chord within you. It was the first time you’d seen him lose his cool, the raw vulnerability in his eyes contrasting sharply with his usual easy-going nature.

"You think I don't care? That I'm not sure about us?" His frustration seeped through every word. Of course, he was sure about you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have held onto you like this. That wasn't his way. "I might not say it every fucking minute, but I am sure about you. It's just... I thought you knew."

Wait, what?

The air crackled with unspoken emotions. His frustration was not because of you walking away from the event or from him, but because he'd failed to express the depth of his feelings, assuming you understood without him needing to spell it out.

To him, you were everything he'd ever longed for. He'd never met anyone like you, never formed such an instant connection with anyone before.

From the moment he had laid eyes on you, you’d walked straight into his heart. And he had been set on keeping you close ever since. You had become his anchor, the true reason to how he always felt so calm and composed – knowing he had you by his side.

But he had failed. Failed to express just how much you meant to him. And now, here he stood, raising his voice at you, feeling the weight of his heartache.

Seeing you in distress tore him apart. The tears pooling in your eyes and the belief that he didn't care about you pained him deeply.

No. This wasn't right.

Releasing a deep sigh, the tension drained from his shoulders. "I should have said it more. I know… I should have made it clearer – how I felt about you."

Gradually, a sense of relief washed over you as you sensed the authenticity in his expression. And it was becoming clear to you that he struggled with verbalizing his emotions, preferring to express himself through a physical love language.

Furrowing your eyebrows in concern, you let out a deep sigh as well.

"Yeah, you should have," you spoke softly, before surrendering to the impulse, taking a step closer and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in a deep kiss.

His hands instinctively wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he reciprocated the intensity of the kiss, fully immersed in the moment.

In that instance, a surge of emotions overwhelmed both of you, drawing you into a heated moment. Gradually, you took a few steps back, retreating deeper into the cloakroom, where William slid his hands beneath your lower back, prompting you to jump, wrapping your legs around his waist.

The kiss intensified, tongues intertwining passionately as he pressed you against the wall, your hands gently cupping his face. You surrendered to the flood of emotions, finally letting go and embracing the feelings you were both openly expressing.

As the passionate kiss escalated, you could feel your bodies heated up, your hands entwining in his semi-long blonde locks, craving for more than just the connection of your lips.

Breaking the intense kiss, both of you were left breathless, needing a moment to recover.

“Willy, take me home,” you whispered, foreheads pressed together. And your wish was his command.

[lynzishell]

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Transcript:

Dawn: So, I’ve been thinking. Phoenix: Mhm, about what? Dawn: Are you sure you don’t want to do anything for your birthday? Phoenix: Yes, I’m sure. Honestly, I prefer to treat it like any other day. Dawn: Hmm…

Phoenix: [sighs] Just say what you want to say. Dawn: Look, I get it, you have a negative association. Phoenix: That’s putting it lightly. Dawn: But. [eyeing him for interrupting] Maybe the answer isn’t to avoid it. Maybe it would be better to replace it with something positive. Phoenix: I love that you think it would be that easy.

Dawn: It’s worth a try. Phoenix: Can we try next year? Between work and the move and the climb, I’d really rather not add one more thing. Dawn: That’s fair. What if we went to dinner, just the two- Phoenix: No.

Dawn: Can I get you a present? Phoenix: Nope. Dawn: Hm. Sex? Phoenix: [pausing to consider] Yes. But it has to be boring everyday sex. Dawn: Are you saying sex with me is boring?

Phoenix: No, I’m just saying it has to be boring on my birthday. Dawn: Hm. Well, if we’re not supposed to acknowledge your birthday, or do anything different…

Phoenix: Good point. Fine, we’ll have great sex. Dawn: Great? Phoenix: Amazing. Incredible. Mind blowing! Dawn: That’s better.

*knock*knock*knock*

Dawn: Oh shit, they’re already here. I gotta let them in. Phoenix: You sure? Dawn: [laughs] Yes, now move, or I’ll tell them it’s your birthday tomorrow. Phoenix: You wouldn’t dare. Dawn: No, I wouldn’t, but still. [Phoenix gives her a quick kiss and steps aside]

Atlas: Where should I put this? Dawn: In the spare room is fine. Down the hall, last door on the left. Atlas: ‘kay.

Dawn: Ash, how are you? Asher: I’m great, how are you guys? This place is looking great! Dawn: Thank you! We’re good. Exhausted, but good.

Phoenix: Thanks for all your help. We’re really trying to get settled before Mt. Komorebi. Asher: No problem. It’s coming up quick, isn’t it?

Atlas: Too quick. Only a week away now. Asher: Finally freaking out? Atlas: A little bit.