#sorry the typos I literally wrote this half asleep

[sageofgrief]

my first and only love

︱ gale galleon x reader, highschool sweethearts, established relationship, gale spoiling you because you deserve it <3

divider by cafekitsune

art by aliztyy (twt)

the day you met him was the day butterflies suddenly erupted inside your stomach. his brown golden hair that smelt like vanilla and coffee stung your nose in a good way, and his charming eyes that you could stare into forever, you wouldn't mind getting lost in it if it meant you could better understand him better, eyes are the windows of the soul after all.

ah damn it, he's too gorgeous. there's no way id ever get his atten- "hey!" you lifted your pen up from your notebook that you were just writing in to a familiar voice. you shifted your gaze to the person infront of you to see gale galleon. "o-oh! uuh.. sorry i was uh.. writing ssssomething.. can i help you..?" you stuttered out, making a fool out of yourself. "sorry.. can i uhh borrow a pen?" he nervously laughed. ahh he looked so cute blushing and avoiding your gaze, you didn't notice it unfortunately since you were also avoiding his gaze. you nodded and gave him the pen you were holding. he turns his back to his table to write something, while he was doing that, you could practically feel the hot blush on your face. it felt like your face was about to erupt like a volcano because of how flushed you were! so cute. you had all these thoughts in your head but before you could realize, he turns back to you and slides a piece of folded piece of paper along with your pen on your desk. he gulpd silently and turns back around.

you tilt your head in confusion and open the folded paper and what you saw was something you never could have expected. there on the lined paper, with messy but charming handwriting said "you're really cool, wanna hang out? -gale :)" and two drawn in boxes that said yes or no. you blinked a second time to really process if this is happening. without a thought you drew in a checklist in the yes box and folded it back together. you tap gale's shoulder and handed him the paper. he turns back to open the table and you swore you heard him do a little victory "yes...!" celebration after opening it. he once again turns back to you and says "soooo...movies? weekend?" "aye aye, captain".

"you always had that stupid eyepatch on everyday at school, people called you a pirate and some of the juniors even called you captain galleon!" months later, you were in your shared house with gale, you sat on the couch with his head on your shoulder. firepit crackling accompanied with the cold night air breeze and that post rain smell, what was it called.. ah yes, petrichor.

"you think my eyepatch was stupid?" he looked up at you and pouted with those big sad puppy eyes, "of course not, you goober. you looked edgy" "damn right i looked edgy" he said proudly then laughing along with you. "i never thought this would happen you know.." you sighed as you looked deep into his alluring eyes, his breathing calmed you... he sat up straight and kissed your forehead before saying "..me neither" and giggling like a child, shortly after he pulled you into a big bear hug where your head layed on his chest and there you fell asleep. he stroked your hair and had his chin rested on top of your head, shushing you to sleep coupled with whispering sweet nothings. just before you fully fell asleep though, you slurred out something while you were half awake, "i love..you gale... i always...will.." he smiles warmly and kisses your head, "i will always love you too, silly." and continued stroking your hair until you drifted off to dreamland.

apologies for any typos, i quite literally wrote this in bed.

intro • masterlist • general rules • detailed request rules • main acc @sageofgrief • nsfw acc @sageofmarionette

[skepticalarrie]

Ok so I’m kinda confused lol, do you actually think that’s Harry’s account? And if it is, why would gemma and Mitch and stuff follow it on their verified accounts? And whether it is or isn’t his acc, having Olivia follow it to make it seem like she’s close to him and then doing a possible photo leak from the acc to push the stunt makes sense, but what was their goal with changing the @, pfp, and removing Olivia’s follow? I guess I just don’t see what that accomplishes? Sorry I know that’s a lot haha

Yes, I don't see any reasons on why that wouldn't be his account. It's too much of a coincidence having his family and friends following this random other person. Plus both the old handle+picture and now the new one... it all screams Harry. So I truly believe if that's not him, is definitely someone passing as him and not just a random someone. 

If you're having a private ig the whole point of it is to remain private, and people following him from their verified accounts is not how you stay private. I don't know if this was the intention for this account from the very beginning or someone actually fucked up there at some point exposing it (which I really doubt it), but it was a matter of time until the fans find out about it. And honestly, I think that's smart as hell tbh, because once the fans found out about it, it was set the perfect scenario to push the stunts and literally whatever narrative, because the fans are watching really closely. The "regular" stunt thing is not working anymore, those kind of PR tactics are dated, the fans are not buying it anymore, the general public is not buying it anymore. Gen Z is smarter than that. 

Which lead us to the narrative they have been pushing for Holivia, and that's all about.. guess what… ✨privacy ✨. Harry's public image is that he's this super private person. And it was set from the very beginning of this stunt he was pissed because they were being papped and then someone was giving inside information and all that bullshit. 

IMO Olivia following/unfollowing and then the change of handle just reinforces that same privacy narrative, is a small stunt to make people believe they are real and people fond out about the account. Poor Harry was just chilling on his ""private"" account and once again his privacy was violated. "Anyone caught in there better have a damned good reason"

I think what led us to speculate about a *possible private photos leak* was essentially the choice of the new profile picture (does it has a double meaning behind it? what does the new @ means? is rbb hinting something there?), and all this privacy narrative being pushed hard. Whatever happens now, they know all the fans are watching very closely which is extremely *convenient*

[mindswriters]

how would eddie react to their s/o sacrificing themselves to save him, ending with them dying in his arms? (jk they're not dead they just become his guardian angel but nobody knows that yet hehe)

a/n: wrote this practically half asleep, so forgive any typos and lack of sense pls

you're really throwin some angst at me huh? ok then here we go!!

poor baby would cry his eyes out if seeing you dead in his arms, he'd call for you till his lungs give up, beg for you to to stay with him, probably get so pissed with himself that he let you do that when he could've died instead of you, and need someone like steve or dustin to literally pull him from your body, or he wouldn't let go of you

and for the "grief" phase, i feel like he'd be on the extremes, but like two possibilities. in both of them he'd blame himself for what happened and following that he could

go through bad paths, like start drinking and getting high 24/7, locking himself from the rest of the world, stop doing the things he loves like playing guitar and d&d, i mean, his trailer would turn into a trash dump, never opening a single window again, he feels to guilty for that, and besides, for him there's no living if you're not there

or he could luckly suffer to death on the first days and then start thinking like "y/n wouldn't like to see me im this state" and use that as a motivation to be the Eddie you always wanted him to be, acchieving things, living life at best, because he would know that wherever you are, you're looking for him and feeling proud about the man he became

but either way i feel like he'd rather spend the rest of his life alone with the thought of you than to find someone else, even in weakness moments when he'd have one night meaningless hook ups, he'd wake up feeling like trash, guilty as hell and probably crying to a picture of you explaining how sorry he was (+ those meaningless hook ups would NEVER be in his house, his bed, because that place belongs to you only)

i think this and some other things like being traumatized for life with the scene would be my main idea about an eddie who lost his s/o, idk if i got too long or something if yes i'm so sorry lol but thank u for asking!!

[nickmillerscaulk]

Take off your pants

Ahhhh I’m so sorry to leave your ask hanging like this, especially since I already shared *everything* I have for this one here!! It was literally a typo-riddled iphone note that went nowhere (if I’m remembering correctly, I wrote it whilst v much still half-asleep after dreaming about 2x06 hahaha). Forgive me!!

(WIPs is a strong term but i’m talking about em anyway)

[ettawritesnstudies]

If you tagged me in something in the past week I’m SO SORRY I haven’t had the chance to get to it yet, I’m going to try and knock out a bunch of those tomorrow - I see your tags and I APPRECIATE THEM thank you so much everyone for trying to interact with me. <3

Until then: Have a snippet of the reunion scene I wrote tonight. I was very happy for a few paragraphs and then I made myself sad again and so you get to enjoy that with me. Disclaimer - literally none of this is edited I just really liked it and wanted to share please bear with my typos and the general first draft clunkiness I’ll fix it tomorrow when I’m not falling asleep at my computer.

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The golden warm light of mid-morning washed over the walls of the room and danced across Luca’s bed, gently nudging him from sleep into the ethereal half-consciousness between waking and dreaming. Soft hands moved over his chest, arms, and face holding a damp cloth to the sticky heat of his skin. Quiet murmurs floated above his head and at the mention of his name, his eyes finally fluttered open.

His mother bent over him and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Tear tracks stained her cheeks even as she smiled down at him and Luca realized all at once that he was home.

Home.

He stretched, laughed, rubbed his eyes, and slowly pulled himself up, fighting against his aching muscles and the temptation to sink back into the numb comfort of sleep. Aimon pulled him into a hug, then Anda, and Enne as they all fought to be the first to welcome him back with laughings and cryings and scoldings never to do something so reckless and brave and stupid again. Luca smiled and shook his head and said nothing. It was enough to be here, with them.

Acheran and Chara sat near the doorway to wait their turn. As soon as Luca noticed them, he leapt across the room to embrace them too. Chara grinned and tousled his hair and Acheran pulled him close to keep him safely tucked into his wing and Luca knew that was as much as a full parade welcome for them. He leaned against his friend, the coziest and most content person in the world for only a minute. Only until he realized that someone was missing.

“Where’s Grace?”

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[kinetic-elaboration]

March 11: Bellarke, Warmth

Bellarke + Warmth, requested by @pawprinterfanfic​

~1,000 words, canon-divergent (slightly) post-S2

I somewhat suspect this is not the kind of fic you were looking for with this word, but I started writing and somehow this happened! Literally just wrote this straight out, did a tiny bit of editing/typo-fixing, and here it is.  So tired now, must sleep.

Tagging some people per my post about tagging: @ciewill @dealingdreams @shadowheron2013 @julyrubyrose @wonderland-promises @hanav @thelittlefanpire @rycewritestrash @musicnote902 @stonybnatural @goggledwreck

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Clarke is not widely known for her warmth, but Bellamy's seen sides of her that no one else has. Like now, leaning back against the side of Alpha Station in the half-light at the end of the day, arms crossed against her chest, looking out toward the gate as if it were the horizon. They're calling her Wanheda and he thinks she's started to believe it. Her hair has grown ratty at the ends and is stained a once-deep red, now faded pink.

He thinks her idea of a disguise is almost funny, but not in the sort of way that makes him want to laugh.

They've been standing outside so long that his legs have become, if not tired, rather restless, but instead of walking around to regain feeling in them, he bends down into a squat like he's about to examine the dirt. Above him, Clarke sighs and lets her arms fall to her sides. He can't see her face but he knows that her expression is softening.

Has she come to see herself like the Grounders do, half-mythical creature risen up out of the mythical Mountain, a hellfire creature, a portent of death? Ever since she came back, he's been wondering, because she doesn't seem like the Clarke he thought he knew. So much colder, and hollow. Maybe in the sense of being fragile.

He pulls himself back up to his feet and then stretches his arms up above his head, yawning.

"You tired?" Clarke asks, wry, out of the corner of her mouth.

"No." He knows she's not up for sleeping, or even lying in bed, though who knows where she's been sleeping and the beds on Alpha, he must say, are rather nice. "I thought you said you wanted to take a walk."

She shrugs. "I don't know. Changed my mind, maybe."

She's been back four days, and he's not sure she's gotten even one good night's sleep. Her mother's set her up in a room near medical, a quiet little corner of the ship just for her, and every night Bellamy walks her back to that room and, after the door closes, leans his forehead against it wondering if he just imagined the way she hesitated, like she wanted to invite him inside. There is no question of whether or not he forgives her for leaving, not because he does or he doesn't, not because it is obvious, but because he simply is not thinking of problems like that. She's here and when he looks at her face, he imagines her hiding in the woods, scurrying in the animal dark, hearing rumors of the bounty on her head, trying not to be found.

Except for their nights, they've spent most of their time together, not speaking much, and he wonders if she is delaying going back to her room because she does not want to leave him. Or the other way around.

He's seen her bedside manner, first and most hauntingly in the moment of Atom's death, so he knows that Clarke can be soft, can be kind even when kindness requires a certain cruelty, can be strong and loving and unafraid all at once. That's the order of the new world, he'd thought, at the time. And he knew then that she'd rise to the top of it.

He sees her hands now, cracked and reddened from winter and the outdoor air, and remembers them stroking through Atom's hair. Remembers them blood stained from dropship surgeries. Remembers how once by the campfire at the old camp, she sat next to him and let one of those hands rest on his knee, the whole night. Small moments when he thought he could see the future of them, growing like the infinite blades of grass on the ground.

Sitting by the fire those nights, listening to the crack and spit of it, watching the flames and the tiny branches burning up into ash and smoke, and feeling the hazy warmth of it reaching out through the dark to them, he'd felt like this thing they were fighting for wasn't so much survival but home.

"So you just want to stand here?" he says, aloud. The half-light is dipping into no-light. After dark, the season feels like winter, though sometimes during the day he can almost smell spring coming in on the wind.

"Or we could break out of Arkadia," Clarke suggests. He has to look at her face to see if she's joking, but it's hard to make out her features, and he still can't tell. But it must be a joke. He quirks the corner of his mouth up.

"I don't want to go foraging for berries in the woods," he answers. A dumbass answer: he doesn't want to sleep on the ground or freeze among the leaves or lose sight of her again, with her darkened hair, her camouflage, but he does want to get out of the looming shadow of her home station, the dark wheel of the arch, never spinning. He wants to huddle up around her, hold her, fall asleep with his nose in her hair. If she told him that were only possible if they threw the rest away, he'd toss it: the Guard jacket he's been given, the gun he's allowed to carry, the soft and sorry looks that people who don't know him always give.

Sometimes he is angry that she left, because he wanted to leave too, but he didn't.

Did she come back for him? Are they both stuck now?

Clarke has edged a little closer, her arm pressed against his arm. He tells himself that this next gesture, how he wraps his arm around her shoulders, lets her tuck her head in under his chin, is just to keep her warm, safe from the night chill. But really it's just to keep her safe. Another moment no one else sees: Clarke, requesting safety, curling her arm around him, sticking her hand in his jacket pocket. When he holds her, she does not seem like the Commander of Death, like a spirit or a demon or a creature. She feels soft and vulnerable and human. Just human, seeking out comfort and kindness, and at least he does not find this hard to give.

[franzizka]

Hi hii <3

Sorry if wording is off or if theres typos im typing this half asleep 😭

I came from Ao3 and just wanted to tell you i adore your fics they're so well written and they make me 💕💕💕 Specially the fics with characters from AAI 1 literally dying for any investigations content so thank yoouu!! I really love "those you can trust" The way you wrote Shih-Na and Lang is perfect <3

Also !!! Your drawings are literally soo adorable !!

Ww that's it, please keep up the amazing work and i hope you have an amazing day ! 💕

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH! anon this means so much to me, you have no idea! im so happy and grateful that you liked my fic enough to come say hi here. those you can trust is one of my favorites of my fic so it means a lot that you picked that one out <3 and that you said like my drawings too<333 i hope your day is amazing as well!!!!