#say hello wave goodbye

[colonelcheru]

A scene from Chapter 7 in Say Hello, Wave Goodbye. (Which is part 2 of a series!)

Please read part 1 first, Bluest Monday! <3

Fanart for my favorite fanfic series on AO3 by @bapple117

" Their faces are painfully close; Alastor can almost feel the electric heat emanating from Vox’s screen. Vox isn’t sure what compels him, but something does; he grabs at Alastor’s hip with a hand, pulling him closer so that their groins press together. Alastor’s hands instinctively come out in front of him to steady himself; they rest against Vox’s chest. “God, I want you, Al,” Vox whispers, eyes lustful half-moons. “Now is really not the fucking time,” Alastor hisses, antlers threatening to grow in his fury.  Chests just about touching, they can feel their erratic and rapid heartbeats almost as one together; bodies filled with adrenaline and nerves ignited with static. Vox is looking at Alastor with such an intensity, his hand gripping at Alastor’s hip with such a firmness that the direness of the situation is fleetingly forgotten, just for a moment.   Alastor looks up at Vox, heat pooling in what feels like every erogenous part of his being; he can feel the solidity of Vox’s muscles under his hands, a stable anchor keeping him standing on otherwise quickly weakening knees. Red claws contract against fabric, clinging as best they can; Vox lets out a shaky exhale. "

[bapple117]

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[wolfstargazer]

Coming soon.....

Say Hello Wave Goodbye by Clare Mansfield

An angsty, Wolfstar one-shot telling of a night out in Soho in October '81. All rain, smoke, drink, sticky floors, dim red lights, and two men who have nowhere else to hide their desire now their friendship has fallen apart.

Get into the mood by listening to Say Hello Wave Goodbye by Soft Cell, She's Lost Control and Atmosphere by Joy Division.

Posting on Halloween on a03.

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

Soft Cell

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye (1982)

[bixell-pixell]

This fanfic is good guys I swear-

[mea-cuppa-part-2]

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye - Soft Cell, 1981

[sandybrett]

I've heard David Gray's version of "Say Hello, Wave Goodbye" a handful of times, never listening all that closely to the lyrics. Based on the sound of it, I assumed it was a sensitive, bittersweet song.

The other day I finally listened to the original version by Soft Cell and oh boy was I wrong. That song is mean.

[torajira]

this week's song is say hello, wave goodbye by david gray!

[ghost-bxrd]

Bruce with fae!Dick is just: I have no idea what this kid is or what is happening, but this child is mine now :)

I like to think he never asks what Dick is, he just don't want to know for the sake of his mental health

Ngl that was my first thought too ksksks

On one hand we’ve got Bruce the world’s greatest detective but on the other hand… well, Bruce can only handle so much weirdness in one day and his new child is basically the embodiment of Weird™️ 😭😂

Dick is just happily swinging from the chandelier and having animated conversations with a bird about the weather and meanwhile Bruce is just standing off to the side like :)))) my child isn’t like other children :)))))

Everyone else: awe, yes, everybody thinks that about their own kid.

Bruce, who just saw Dick rotate his head 360° to keep track of a firefly only to then eat it and because it allegedly insulted him: yes :))))))

[bapple117]

Just wanna say I've been so fixated on Bluest Monday that I've had like... autistic positive freak outs over it where I'm gnawing at the bars of my cage and literally scratching at shit. I cried once per chapter no joke. Your work brings something feral out of me that makes me go HRBSJFHSGAJRGAJRGQJGHHFHFH. You get me? I have read tens of thousands of words within a day because I was so hyper focused on consuming the content. Thank you for fueling my autistic brain. I cannot wait for future chapters.. and when there's a happy ending I know my little shattered fanfic loving heart will be healed. (I am so used to bad endings. DO MY BOYS JUSTICE ‼️‼️) I'll probably write an in depth rant later and send it here analysing your writing style because.. fuck dude. You bring out feelings from me I didn't think I HAD‼️ Keep doing what you love, it is so good. Idk if you know what a system is, but we have a Vox alter and he is fucking SHATTERED and enthralled by your work. No matter how much he wants to deny it., ;3

sincerely , Edgar :3

also I made a Spotify playlist for them too because wow I love sad tragic old man yaoi. This needs some 80's jams! ^_^

OH MY GOSH AHHHHhHHH ❤️💜💙 THANK YOU SO MUCH for such kind words gahhhh it makes me so happy sahshakshahskashakhs

"I'll probably write an in depth rant later and send it here analysing your writing style because.. fuck dude. You bring out feelings from me I didn't think I HAD‼️"

I WELCOME IT AHAHAHAHHAA I really hope what I've written so far of book 2 is fixing that broken heart somewhat! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT

[wolfstargazer]

Say Hello Wave Goodbye by Clare Mansfield

A night out in Soho in October 1981. All rain, and smoke, and drink, and sticky floors, and dim red lights, and two men who have nowhere else to hide their desire now their friendship has fallen apart.

OR

A dual perspective Wolfstar one-shot full of sexual tension, angst and betrayal on the very last night the Maurauders are all together before the terrible events at Godric's Hollow.

Chapter: 1/1 Word count: 5,927 Fandom: Harry Potter Rating: Mature Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, James Potter/Lily Evans, Sirius Black & Remus Lupin & Peter Pettigrew & James Potter Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew Additional Tags: Friendship, Angst, Sexual Tension, Implied Sexual Tension, Implied/Reference Drug Use, Drinking, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Sirius Black, POV Remus Lupin, They're Either Going to Kill Each Other or Kiss, Muggle London, Soho 1981 (+ more tags on ao3)

cw: This work is darker and more explicit than my other work, but represents my views and headcanons as to how Remus and Sirius' relationship breaks down during the First Wizarding War and how they come to believe each other is the spy. It includes content such as drinking, drug use, language, canon-typical violence and implied sexual content. Reader caution and discretion is advised.

Happy Halloween Eve.

[mhaccunoval]

okay yeah i'm still not normal about psych. including the inclusion of flagpole sitta

[kerryweaverlesbian]

Please know on discord if I do a 👋 react I am really in my heart going 👋 👋 👋 👋 bc of my delight to see you and my indomitable joi de vivre

[wrigglywoollyworm]

Anytime I play Sky I always am usually doing my own little thing. I sometimes sit in social spaces to listen to other people play music and to do silly things. I don't usually actively friend other people unless they offer first, I don't want to assume they have enough space for me! But anytime I see a moth! I want to be friends! I think I am a good teacher in the sense that I don't baby the moth and let them explore on their own, but also help them if I see them struggling. Even if they never come online again I like to make sure that they have a good time while they do! Of course, if they don't want me to tag along I will leave them alone. But it is so nice to play with a new player! Unless it's in Wasteland! I have been playing for over 2 years and I still do not like Wasteland!

[goldenstring6123]

hello ! wanted to say i really love your writing style and your stories for the characters ! I wanted to know if you’d write one for Love and deep space Sylus? A scenario where you’re both sleeping but you sneak away quietly to get something from the kitchen or for whatever reason but he stops you with his powers (the handcuffs etc) to bring you back to bed. I’m not sure if i’m making sense but something along those lines! please and thank you!

Sylus: Kitchen Sneaker

Warning: No warning. Fem!reader, domestic fluff (?)

Author's note: This is a fun domestic-ish prompt to write! I hope you like it my dear pookies <3

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Sylus was fast asleep beside you.

The man was a light sleeper for the sake of his own safety. According to him, even if the building was as secure as it could be, there were some instances where he woke up with a knife to his throat. However, ever since you began sharing the same bed, he had been sleeping like a log, which was good for him and the twins because they no longer had to deal with his hot head so early in the evening.

But it was bad for you. Simply because Sylus likes to hold you in his sleep. Sometimes his hand would be over your chest, groping your breast or squeezing in between your boobs, but most times, he would be holding your wrist, checking your pulse. How was this bad for you? Well, living alone for most of your adult life, you liked to indulge yourself in a midnight snack or two. With him holding you captive to the bed, his iron grip holding on to you, it was like you had a ball and chain around your body.

You've indulged Sylus for over a week now, but the intense midnight craving is overwhelming.

Tonight, it's food over Sylus. The man can wait. Food cannot.

You scooted his hand very, very, very gently away from your body. This man's hand is heavy and large. Sylus didn't move and continued to sleep peacefully, his exposed chest rising and falling calmly. The room was very cold, and you could even hear the blowing of the AC; it was at that moment that you realized how such small sounds seemed to be so loud at night.

With every step you take, you are holding your breath even more. Even against the carpet, the rustling of your feet seemed like it could stir Sylus awake at any second. Thankfully, you managed to traverse across the room like a spy. You even had to carefully close the door shut.

You used the stairs to get down to the kitchen, and while you were walking in the hallway, the chef was just about to leave, his satchel bag on his shoulder.

He and you made eye contact. You gestured to him to 'shush,' and he laughed.

"There's some leftover dessert and pasta in the fridge—feel free to eat it," he whispered, and you grinned, giving him a thumbs up. Greg is the best chef ever. You tiptoed to the kitchen, waving him goodbye. Your eyes landed on that double-door fridge that was whirring loudly.

Finally! You could taste that delicious panna cotta and aglio olio in your mouth. Your hands wrapped around the handle of the fridge, and as you tugged, the bright blue light of the fridge lit up your face.

You took the plate and settled it on the stainless steel counter. The next one was the small glass filled with chocolate and cream. You marveled at its delicate, savory look. You took a spoon from the nearby utensil holder and dug it into the soft texture, eager to get a taste.

Before it could land between your lips—

A cold whirlwind of black, scentless smoke wrapped around the fork. It flung out of your grasp, and before you could let out a peep, you, too, were flung away from the kitchen counter.

The man let out a grunt, his eyes low-lidded and foggy, clearly just woken up from his slumber.

"Pray tell," he gruffed, his voice an octave lower. "What are you doing in the kitchen? You're supposed to be in bed." Sylus let out a sigh while he brought you closer to him. He glanced behind you and saw the unopened plate of pasta and panna cotta.

"Never mind. You don't need to speak."

"I'm hungry! Don't you know you shouldn't get between a woman and her food?" you exclaimed while tugging at the thing around your exposed waist. You thrashed and thrashed, the straps of your nightshirt sliding down your shoulders. "Put me down and go back to bed! I'll be with you in five—no, fifteen minutes!"

His head was aching from all the noise you were making, and combined with the fact that you were out of bed by the time he woke up—to Sylus, it seemed like you were testing his patience. "Did you not eat enough during dinner time? You know you could've asked for second servings."

"I get midnight cravings on occasion, but when I'm sleeping over, you tend to weigh me down in bed," you explained, flailing your legs, which were a few feet off the ground.

"So, you're blaming me now?" Sylus raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged. Of course, you were. It wasn't your fault you couldn't get out of bed, and it wasn't your fault that the chef made great food and desserts. He didn't like the look on your face but, regardless, put you down to the floor, his hand tugging your strap over your shoulders. His red eyes glazed over your bare chest, but he turned away, walking to that lonely plate of pasta.

"We're going back to sleep after you have your fill." Sylus unwrapped the plate and took a fork, twirling it and taking a bite. The oily, mild tinge of spiciness and Parmesan helped push him awake. He won't deny that the chef was good at his job—it was even enough for you to sneak out of his bed.

You mounted yourself onto the kitchen island, the cold marble surface cooling the bottom of your thigh. You took the panna cotta, and finally, the creamy and sweet flavor of chocolate and cream exploded in your mouth. Unconsciously, you nodded in approval of the taste.

Quietly, you ate in each other's company, occasionally making small talk. Sylus left the dish in the sink along with the fork, but when he turned to you, your nose was inside the refrigerator again. "Cake roll slice…" you uttered. The strawberry cake roll looked delicious inside the glass container.

Before you could even reach out to it, the smoke appeared at the very same spot, dragging you away from the fridge. Sylus closed the double-door refrigerator and crossed his arms right in front of you. A clear 'no' was plastered all over his face.

You let out a groan as he dragged you away with the smoky black and red rope around your waist.

When you got back to the bedroom, you expected Sylus to go right back to sleep. But instead, the man pulled a handcuff from underneath his pillow. How and why it was, there was a question you didn't want to ask him. Without another word coming out of his mouth, he chained it to himself and took hold of your wrist.

"No. You're not going to—"

He latched the real handcuff around your wrists and laid down on the bed, dragging you with him.

"Sleep."

The lights dimmed and flickered off at his word, and you just lay there, staring up at the canopy.

"I guess this is our bedtime routine now," you sighed.

"Sleep," he reiterated.

You seriously have no idea how you put up with this man.

Author footnotes: I also like to sneak out to the kitchen and eat but instead of sylus, It's my mom who sees me and then i get the clothes hanger beat up for staying up late at night lol.

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