#overnightheartbeats

[ohmylcve]

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though she's quite used to be seen in bars, dancing isn't quite really her thing, but ever since the other woman agreed to come to an aftershow with her... it just seemed different, to be dancing with her in the middle of the dance floor. perhaps she wouldn't be dancing for so long, but still, she would love to simply watch her do so. so many nights wide awake thinking of her, so she couldn't spare a minute of the shared moment between them. "i mean, i got good news and a really bad one."

{ song: bad bad luck - blone ; muse: lyanna riverée }

[myxtorturedxheart]

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She was surprised to hear from Laurel, she had planned on calling her that evening, meaning to do so sooner but life had gotten in the way. "No. I promise. I wasn't ghosting you." Nova wasn't sure if that was reassuring at all, considering she already had unintentionally done so. "I've had a slightly hectic few days. Time got away from me. I'm sorry."

[cursivebloodlines]

🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💛 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and out 💛 (miss ya queen, hope you're doing well! 😊)

💛💛💛💛 you know i absolutely adore youuuuu!!! thank you so so much and the same always always ALWAYS applies to you!!! the fact you're still here after all these years putting up with my bs is everything <3 you deserve all the best and love you lots!!! 100 amazing person awards to you pls 💛

[munofmanyminds]

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He'd forgotten about her. Or rather, he'd placed her on a shelf somewhere in the back of his mind where he could safely disregard the memory of her and go about his life. And it was so safely situated there, that it took him a moment to register who was now standing before him. His brows furrowed, eyes raking over her features - and then the kid's. Then he pushed the door open - a clear invitation into his home. "I'm going to need an explanation." No hello, no uncertainty, no questions.

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @overnightheartbeats || Aaron and Tamara (x)

"I dunno, isn't it usually the cliche about the jealous ex and all that?" Tam gave a chuckle. "I could be mean and point out a bunch of things that are wrong with you, but that's just uncalled for. There's nothing wrong with you, Aaron. It's probably just taking some time getting used to the change."

[aeternuswords]

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“You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.”

[originalyloved]

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willow had finished her classes for the week, deciding to take her dog out on a walk. she felt lucky that the dorms at her college allowed pets as long as they were well-behaved, which her dog was. suddenly, her dog yanked the leash hard when she wasn't looking and the leash slipped out of her hand. willow chased after lucky who was chasing a squirrel. as her dog came to a halt in front of a person, she sighed, picking up the leash as lucky licked the stranger happily. "sorry about him," willow smiled softly. seeing how lucky reacted to the person, she smiled again. "i think he likes you," she giggled.

[grcveyacd]

“ if you have something to say, spit it out. “ // @overnightheartbeats

[evcrlasting]

"You make everything better just by being here." - for gemma :)

As she stood in the corner of the room after excusing herself from greeting another old man she couldn’t care about, it dawned on her that she was just like some of the other women in the room. She was simply there to look pretty. That wasn’t why Irvin brought her around but she held no weight of her own in any of the spaces they frequented. If it weren’t for the obvious reasons, she might’ve thought of herself as his trophy wife. Gemma took a sip of her drink, ignoring the feeling in her stomach when she looked at Irvin. If only they were simple butterflies, that was much easier to deal with. She was hiding from Mrs. Lewis, she loved the woman but Gemma did not have the energy to handle her. That woman had the world’s secrets and Gemma wanted no parts currently. ‘You make everything better just by being here’ She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. Turning to face her husband, she ditched her glass with a passing waiter then wrapped her arms around Irvin. “Hm, you’re just saying that because,” her voice dropped, quickly scanning to make sure they were alone, “of our baby.” They had decided to keep it secret for awhile. Neither of their families were aware yet, so they could live in the bliss of their growing little family. Until the impending control of the first grandchild from both sides kicked in. She wasn’t ready to deal with the strong opinions. Thankfully, she hadn’t started showing yet so their secret still held. It was getting harder and harder to hide. “I kind of miss my little glass of wine at these things, the sparkling juice just doesn’t hit the same.”

[chingcna]

@overnightheartbeats​ asked for a starter

“You know, if you actually loved me you would’ve robbed that one jewelry store we passed by. Just because it’s the end of the world it doesn’t mean I now have to look pedestrian.“

[cursivebloodlines]

@overnightheartbeats

come get your man he's not doing anything wrong he just misses you

[myxtorturedxheart]

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"I kinda had a fire truck fall on my leg once." Even before the truck, Buck had always been one to shrug off his injuries, it had just gotten worse since then, especially now that he was off the blood thinners. He knew the cut on his arm looked bad, but he didn't want to bother anyone when he could probably patch it up himself. The firefighter knew when he wasn't going to win though, nodding instead. "Okay. We'll get it looked at."

[cursivebloodlines]

🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺

aaaaaa you know i absolutely adore you! you're an amazing writer and i love every single one of your clowns (even the ones i haven't written with yet hehehe). i'll forever love how none of our ships were ever fully plotted, we just rolled with it for the vibes and now look where we are!!! your characters are all wonderful and so are you!! <3

thank you for always be willing to clown, even if a few years go by in between LMAOOO. i know my muses are always safe in your hands <3 (I say that lightly, considering we get excited to put them through the mill. BUT YOU KNOW!!!)

i could truly go on forever because you're such a gem aaaaa so thank you so so much for this <3 i love love love you sm!!

[munofmanyminds]

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"I think we should go out." The bluntness of the statement wasn't exactly out of character for the brunette, but it was definitely crossing a line she wouldn't usually consider crossing. If only that bitch hadn't broken the cardinal rule, Meela would probably never have considered acting on the ever present attraction between herself and her former friend's older brother. But now that she had? All bets were off.

[cursivebloodlines]

@overnightheartbeats

“She sat on the kitchen floor with broken stars in her eyes and burnt promises on her tongue, and she told him, “Your life would be so much easier without me.” So he sat by her side, close enough that their arms and hips and legs touched, and he said, “But not better.””

— excerpt from a book I’ll never write

[cursivebloodlines]

011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. - lydia!

🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both!) | @overnightheartbeats

011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man.

The first – and last – time Lydia attempted to build a gingerbread house, it had been a catastrophe. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong: the house itself crumbling, pieces not staying together, icing smudged the whole thing and the candy pieces of decoration fell off. Honestly? It had looked like the wolf from the Three Little Pigs story huffed and puffed and blew the silly, little gingerbread house down. It was all so completely unlike Lydia, someone notorious for her perfectionistic ways and meticulous precision. The hours she spent dedicated to it and nothing to show for it. A complete waste of time. And so, she vowed she would never ever waste her time trying to make one again. Never. Ever.

That was… until Aaron suggested trying to build one. Lydia’s face must have said it all, her nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed. “Why on earth would I want to waste time doing that when you can buy one that already looks nice enough from the store?” she questioned, a not-so-subtle ploy of trying to wriggle her way out of it. Aaron had gave her a look that said, really? She wondered what else was running through his mind. Maybe something along the lines of, since when does Lydia turn down a challenge? In that moment, she knew there was no way she was escaping it. Even a small smile threatened to worm its way on to her lips. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? He’d said. She looked at him blankly, eyes going distant as she spoke, deadpanned, “The worst thing that can happen?” A dramatic pause. “I’ll show you.” With that, she cleared her throat, picked up her phone and scrolled through until she found the photo from a good few years ago. Without saying anything else, she passed her phone to Aaron, feeling quite triumphant with herself about being determined, not going through that ordeal ever again. Her gaze fixated on him as she watched his reaction, watched as his expression swiftly changed from being puzzled, to curious and morphed into amusement. Brows arched, Lydia mirrored his face, her hands on her hips as she demanded, “What’s so funny?” Trying to conceal the laughter in her voice as she quickly cleared her throat. But she couldn’t keep a straight face for long. The sound of his laugh was contagious, his smile so wonderful and infectious. Even if she had a severe case of Resting Bitch Face, she couldn’t stop herself from cracking. So, now they were both just laughing. 

In the end, he managed to persuade her to take another shot at building a gingerbread house. “The way I see it…it can only go up from here.” Or something along those lines. Some variations of it can’t get any worse. Earning a playful roll of her eyes, but in the end, she conceded. She’d already lost some of her pride and dignity the moment she showed him her poor first attempt. But at least if this one sucked, then they would suck together. But weren’t two heads supposed to be better than one? If it had been with anyone else, she may have disagreed. Having someone under her feet whilst she was trying to concentrate on achieving perfection? Lydia would’ve ushered them away and not-so-politely told them to go away. But nope, he was persistent. They were definitely doing this.

A quick trip to the store to get everything they need, and more just because they may as well since they’re there… and there they were, diving straight into it. Lydia read out the instructions from the recipe she found on Pinterest after tons and tons of scrolling, and they took it in turns to do all that was needed to do. Getting the things out as and when they needed, she was surprised how comfortable and easy it was to adjust, shuffling around each other. It was amazing how he fit in perfectly with her. No awkwardness, no Lydia getting frustrated because something was out of place or not done to her standards - a shocker. It was all very new to her but it didn’t feel new. It was like they’d been doing this forever. Shuffling around, arms occasionally brushing against each other, smiles on their faces all around. Christmas songs faintly played from the stereo, humming along as they made the dough; humming turned into singing as they waited for the gingerbread to break, happily setting up the dining room ready for decorating. She playfully swatted Aaron’s hand when she realised he was slipping the candies meant for decorating their work-in-progress gingerbread house in for a little treat. “Enough of that, we won’t have any for the -” Until he was the one plopping a gumdrop into her mouth - she wasn’t complaining then. Another laugh tumbled from her lips as she chewed it, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently before the timer on her phone beeped. They were ready!

“Now… now is make or break,” Lydia declared when the gingerbread finally cooled. Everything already set out, ready for them to dive straight in. First, to assemble the house. Her mind cast back to her first attempt, how disastrous the whole thing went. It will be better this time. Had to be. The aroma of cinnamon and ginger filled the cosy, festive-filled atmosphere, every inhale made it all the more tempting to just give it all up and dive right in to gobbling it all up. It was like she was waiting with bated breath, any moment it could crumble and fall apart. But Aaron’s extra pair of hands made it all worthwhile. He would help her assemble the little house piece by piece, holding things in place as she brought the next part out. So far, so good. It was like they had all the time in the world, every piece fitting together felt like a gigantic milestone worth celebrating. And at some stage, Lydia definitely cracked out the bottle of wine as incentive to keep them going.

In the end, it was all worth it. She hated to admit defeat but Aaron was right; it did only go up from there. Though, the bar was pretty low to begin with. And sure, maybe it wasn’t her ideal version of perfection but the time spent with him absolutely was. Lydia placed the final piece, the marshmallow snowman outside the newly built gingerbread house before leaning back against him with a content sigh. “We did it. I can’t believe we actually did it.” A beaming smile on her face as she tilted her head to look at him adoringly, before looking right back at their little creation before them. The walls of the house were slightly uneven, a few cracks in the icing revealed glimpses of golden-brown gingerbread underneath, gumdrop windows a little askew, and licorice shingles overlapped on the roof. These imperfections which, any other time would have had Lydia fuming and threatening to smash the whole thing over the kitchen counter, were the magic and beauty of it. Perfectly imperfect. It was magical because it was theirs. It was something they built together, and it was what they had to show for it. A funky yet whimsical-looking gingerbread house. Feeling him nudge her with his elbow, a grin curved Aaron’s face as he passed her something, a brief flicker of confusion etched on to her face as she lowered her gaze to her hands, a laugh leaving her as her fingers traced the ridges of the gingerbread man - or should she say woman? - before her. “Is this supposed to be me? Wow. Impressive. And, that’s funny, actually, because…” Biting her lip to conceal a laugh or give away the reveal. She couldn’t get her head around the fact they had both been doing the same thing without the other knowing. Putting her gingerbread persona to the side, she picked up the version of Aaron she’d secretly made, laughter finally escaping as she passed it to him. “I swear I didn’t steal your idea! We just…clearly have great minds that think alike.” 

In that moment it was inevitable: this was going down as one of the best Christmases Lydia had in a long, long time.