#still sad i couldnt watch it live

[applestruda]

Haven't been able to draw a whole lot, but pls accept a very late phasmo doodle

[the-acid-pear]

I never tried the option myself bc it'd probably mean skipping the Reason You Suck speech at the end (fire for speedrunners though) but I Love that you can frame your Phoneys in 3, especially so if you've already killed the previous two. Like yeah couldn't send you off to die so i'll let the goverment do it for me 🧸 like its just Peak evil imo.

[indiegame]

i just napped for like 4 hrs. uh. hello.

[yoshistory]

honestly the only thing that worries me about getting sex reassignment surgeries is the fact that i dont know anyone who could be here to bathe and help me eat and watch over me and take care of the cats, etc while i recover from them

[kulliare]

trying to not rage over the fact that inevitably i will be asked how my break went and then being unable to say that my grandpa died and i will have to swallow it down like everything else

[dreki-fern]

watching stranger things has been a healing experience for me

It makes remember things I missed having as a kid and helps remind me who I was a bit better

[infizero]

im back from work which means TIME TO WATCH GENLOSS EP 2

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

I couldnt read warrior cats as a kid cuz the idea of my cat running away to join a feral cat colony made me sad

[81folklore]

robin - LECLERC

pairings charles leclerc x fem!singer!reader (fc: gigi hadid + pinterest)

summary fans get a look at charles’ family

warnings a baby + pregnancy (the baby is the entire plot point and one pregnancy mention) poorly translated french, some taylor swift songs are used as readers songs. HUGE TIMESKIPS (sorry lol)

notes we are BACK!! for the time being at least,, sorry for being gone again😣 also im using gigi again because i had this one specific photo in mind of her pregnant!!

notes 2 kind of short but i want to try and gain some more motivation buuuut in my absence from writing ive created a rec blog so i can show you all my favorite works by all the incredible writers on here! @81folklore-library

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yourusername • may 2020

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(im)patiently waiting to meet you tiger 🐯🩵

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charles_leclerc you are glowing mama🌟

yourusername charlie🥹

lewishamilton cant wait to meet the little one, you’re doing amazing yn!

yourusername thank you lewis💜

user44 you are gorgeous omg

user23 i can’t believe charles is going to be a dad soon

user2 it feels like its flown by

user17 i love that they call their baby tiger☹️

user6 me too!! i hope it sticks as a nickname

arthur_leclerc lunch again soon?

yourusername of course art! let me know when🤍

yourusername • january 2021

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our little tiger blessed our lives a few months ago and we couldnt feel more overjoyed to have her. we want to thank those around us for their continued support during our first months of parenthood

tiger, we cant wait you grow into a beautiful young girl and we are already so proud of you🐯🩵

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charles_leclerc so happy i get to be a dad with you🩵

charles_leclerc i love you so much im so proud of you

yourusername i love you charlie, thank you for everything

lorenzotl toi et charlie êtes de merveilleux parents 🩷🩷 (translation you and charlie are wonderful parents)

yourusername merci! revenez bientôt, vous êtes toujours le bienvenu! (translation thank you! come back soon, you are always welcome!

user55 theyre parents🥹🥹

user80 oh im sobbing this is so lovely😭😭

user17 they still call her tiger☹️☹️

user49 im confused is that the babies name?

user17 no they just call her tiger in public, we dont know her name! they started calling her tiger when they found out they were going to be parents and it seems to have stuck!!

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user32 i was listening to never grow up when i saw this post🥹🥹

user47 congratulations guys!!

yourusername • september 2024

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happy birthday little tiger, it has been a joy to watch you grow into the wonderful girl that you are (please stop mama cant handle you getting bigger🥹)

you are so incredibly loved and i hope you feel that every day, i hope you have a wonderful day today and everyday baby!

happy birthday love mama and papa🐯🩵

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charles_leclerc happy birthday angel, we love you🐯

olliebearman happy birthday tiger!!

yourusername see you soon darling🩷

lewishamilton i can’t believe she is already four🥹💜

yourusername time really flies by🥹

user67 SHES SO BIG NOW😭

user5 right?! i remember when yn posted her on charles back☹️

user52 these pictures are so cute oh my god😭😭☹️☹️

user60 actually my favorite family ever🥹

user21 i feel so emotional knowing ive watched this family grow

user19 is anyone else sad charles hasnt posted the annual story?

user37 theres no way he just stops,, she has so many more songs☹️

user66 wait im new what are we talking about?

user37 because charles and yn write the birthday captions together, charles started posting a picture of tiger with a song yn has written about children or babies etc (example: last year it was never grow up!) and she has so many more songs that would fit but he hasnt made one this year :(

yourusername & charles_leclerc • september 2024

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tiger its your birthday surprise; Robin out now🐯

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yourusername📌 ps robin is not tigers name🩵

charles_leclerc thank you for letting me on a song🫶

yourusername always baby

charles_leclerc we love you tiger🐯

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[song used: Robin by yn text: way to go tiger🐯🩵]

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[tthoughtdaughter]

the girl across the street.

pairing: fem!reader x loser!ellie

summary: you’ve decided to move into a little house on ellie’s street, she sees you and almost dies from your natural beauty. being the big ass nerd she is, she decides to help you but continues to stumble on her words. instead of her helping you guys sit in your backyard for a bit and talk for hours only to find out you’re very similar.

warnings: none just fluff and ellie being a big loser.

a/n: ive been writing part 2 for ‘bad habits’ just wanted to take a break from it and write something i wanted to for awhile :)

it was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for you to move actually. not to hot, not to cold, just right! you called the people and waited for them to come so they could pick up the boxes that were stacked in piles among piles in your parents house.

they came and you helped them with very little strength into the moving truck. (you js picked up the light boxes but the people appreciated it.) they offered a lift there but you politely declined and hopped into your car.

it wasn’t so hot, but you still felt the excessive need to put on the aircon. you turned up the volume as one of your favourite songs had just come on, opening the windows and turning off the aircon (since it would be such a waste).

the whole ride there was a vibe, you felt a little sad when you had to hop out but you were beyond excited to see what your new house awaited for you.

you’ve obviously seen the inside before when you were looking around, but you just adored the street, the house itself — everything about this place was just so welcoming and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your time here.

you looked around as you hopped out, the moving truck had gotten here before you and they were already effortlessly lifting boxes into your house. you admired the little garden that you could build on out the front of your house. there were flowers everywhere, and it just looked beyond beautiful.

you genuinely couldnt believe you scored such a place. i mean apart from the rent being so expensive, you were still super happy.

you were talking to one of the moving people when you saw a glimpse of a very handsome girl staring at you through your window. jesus, you thought. you zoned out, completely out of it like literally not listening to whatever the guy was rambling on about. you were just staring right back at the mysterious, beautiful girl through her window.

she averted her attention from your lower half to your face and got extremely flustered after realising you were staring right back at her.

‘fuck, she totally saw you looking! stop being a fucking idiot ellie.’ she repeated over and over, turning around, crashing her palm into her forehead and falling backwards onto her bed.

you stifled a giggle and the man thought you were laughing at him. he full on side eyed you.

‘s—sorry! what was it you were saying?’ you smiled politely at him. you were an angel in disguise is what ellie thought. pretty face, hair, clothes, body..

you were the definition of perfect. now you probably thought ellie was a big loser.

you didnt, actually the complete opposite of a loser. you thought she was beautiful, charming even. though you two have never actually held a conversation before, you enjoyed the thought of talking to her.

ellie really really really wanted to invite you over, maybe bring something over to welcome you to the neighbourhood. but she had no idea how to cook properly or even bake, ellie doesnt know how she lives on her own. but it already looked like her next door neighbour, marjorie, was already bringing freshly baked cookies over.

fuck marjorie and her old woman cooking skills, there goes ellies chance. she watched you embrace marjorie with a warm hug, your enchanting smile plastered on your face. she swears if she ever catches marjorie bringing over anything else shes going to fully box her.

‘cant wait til’ that old bat goes into a retirement home.’ ellie spat. its not like marjorie is so innocent either, she constantly tells ellie to dress like a proper woman, whispering to all the other old women on the street about her being a so called ‘dyke’. yeah screw marjorie.

ellie rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, only to go into a deep, well-needed slumber.

the next morning, ellie had spent all day making a drawing of you, adding in all of your perfections, thinking whether or not to give it to you. she was in a deep ass ponder when she got a knock on the door.

‘marjorie, i dont have any more sugar!’ she yelled. then she heard your faint giggle. oh fuck.

she rushed up from her seat, completely forgetting to cover the very obvious drawing of you. she twisted the doorknob a couple times with her clammy hands.

‘h—hey! sorry..’ she stuttered. you just flashed her one of your smiles and came in. was she dreaming? why are you in her house? what the actual fuck is going on.

‘i uh, i got your text! you said you made something for me?’ you smiled again, this time it reaching your eyes. ellie looked so confused, like a lost dog.

‘i texted you?’ holy shit, holy shit. ellie was so baked this morning, she didnt actually mean to send that text to you. (please ignore the fact that reader literally didnt give ellie their number ellies just built different.)

her face dropped, all colour draining from it. ‘im so sorry, ‘i—i didint mean to actually send that text.’ she just babbled on and on and on until you glanced at her table.

‘who’re you drawing?’ you pointed at the table and she shuffled over to it. she shook her head and closed the drawing book. im such a mess, she thought.

‘’s no one.. not important.’ she smiled awkwardly. you just giggled, with your fucking cute mouth, she was internally dying, she felt so hot-headed.

‘oh! ellie, youre burning up! your face— its very red.’ you rushed over, concerned, oblivious to the fact that she was blushing over the thought of you.

ellie shook her head and shooed away your hands. she gave you a polite but very awkward, half-smile. ‘’m fine, its fine! i uh— dont wanna waste your time, you best be going.’

you frowned, was it something you did? why was she excusing you out of her house.

on the other hand ellie was stressing. ‘you best be going.’ who the fuck says something like that. she was staring at her feet, then she glanced up at your face and noticed the slight frown.

‘yeah, sorry. cya els!’ els? holy guacamole. she was even more red faced then before if thats even possible, the tips of her ears were quite literally bright red.

‘no-no wait, can you just maybe come by again tomorrow, i havent actually finished what i was making for yo—‘ shes said to much. you just stood there smirking.

‘so you did make something for me?’ she was completely and utterly dumbfounded. mouth agape and just nodding her pretty little head.

‘ill be here at this time tomorrow, dont fail me ellie.’ you grinned, you enjoyed teasing this “stranger”. not to mention she was completely ogling over you when she opened the door to you.

‘y—yeah!’ she swallowed hard. she waved as you left the house and you flashed her one of your stupid smiles with your pearly teeth that she’ll be thinking about for days.

well, ellie was officially fucked.

[badgyalshii]

ITS NEVER OVER | II

Paul Atreides x Reader (always safe for POCS+ Plus size)

2.6k word count

warnings! idk really you tell me lmao. just sad really, flashbacks, etc. proofread, uhhh most of it.

A/N: im so happy i got the results that I did in the first part, im thinking of starting a taglist for this series maybe so just send me an ask saying you wanna be in there and i gotchuuuu! thank you to everyone who reads my stories, i was supposed to post this yesterday but i was pretty busy. i am overall happy with how this series is going! i was gonna leave it simple and end it here, but honestly i feel like i could keep going with this, love you guysss!😘

Access Part I here. I . II . III . IV .

¨its just protocol¨ ¨it wasnt necessary, i watched. Ive watched you, standing behind you. Who are you, paul?¨

¨y/n? Helloooo, y/n¨ chani waved her hand in your face as the memory slowly faded and you came back to your vision and seeing chani infront of you. You both laid on the small bed, hot when the sun was up or down. Chani wanted more, she swore she did. When she wasnt talking to you she was searching for something to make this ¨house¨ feel comforting, like a home. You closed your eyes as the flashback completely faded in your head. You both were laying down, she was across from you with a worried look on her face as you blinked. ¨yes chani?¨ ¨are you prepared?¨ she asked. You struggled to remember what she was talking about, and her concerned look never left her face. ¨To leave¨ chani whispers gently. She knew you still had feelings for paul, and she couldnt fight to win you over in your constant mental battle. You never felt like this before. Wanting only one person- no, needing them. Under your eyes grew heavier and heavier. Days grew longer and you hardly slept and when you did it was of paul, had you have no life of your own? Have you grown depressed? You sighed, stood and you dressed, taking a deep breath in as you pulled up your pants and grabbed your mask.

Its been 6 years, 6 years on arrakis with chani, and you never forgot. You never forgot the life that you used to have, the life you missed so deprately, and you never came to terms with your new life, even if it was with chani. You missed stilgar, you missed everyone, grouped together, eating, small laughs between you and your friends, paul picking at your plate whenever you didnt really feel like finishing your food. You loved chani, you love her, youve became closer and closer like sisters. She taught you her own individual skills that shes learned along the way, but you guys barely talked. Her company was comforting, but all you really thought about was paul, and his new marriage, and his new wife. Was it just…..protocol? You could tell when you spoke to chani that she was extremely uninterested in the topic of paul, but thats all you ever thought about.

You found another place in arrakis, it took about 6 sandworms to get to your destination and you lived in once again, another large rock. You and chani hunted for water and when you found it you both started to make another ¨tent¨ in the rock to live at for a while. You both sat down and ate.

¨whats on your mind?¨ chani asked worryingly, she worried, she worried so often. She only wanted whats best for you and it hurt to see you this way but she covered it with her toughness. ¨paul. Maybe he was right-¨ ¨y/n, it has been six years since then. Please-¨

¨maybe… i should go¨ you thickly swallowed, looking at your hands before you looked back up at her. Her jaw was clenched before she released it, she has an irritated look on her face before she released her eyebrows. ¨im coming with you”

As you got dressed to go back to him, you thought of him. Maybe it was because of the way he laughed so softly against your lips that made you miss him. Maybe its because of how his warm and rough fingers softly grazed your face and on your body sending butterflies in your stomach and tiny shocks wherever his loving touch landed, eager to touch you, the way his green but now electric blue eyes looked at you with pure admiration. He was so perfect. Everything you wouldbe thought you wanted on paper was right infront of you, waiting on you. You couldnt lie, you were excited to see him and thankful chani allowed you to go back. You wondered about him, wondered how he looked now, was he more mature? Did his voice get deeper? was it just protocol? Did you make a mistake? Is he safe? Is he still there? Does he still love you?

Anxiety crept through your throat before you swallowed it back down. Chani was already ready to go as soon as she shes going with you. You looked at her, she was sitting outside of the giant rock, waiting for you and if she wasnt already so smart, she turned feeling eyes on her back almost as if she could sense you, one eyebrow raised as she then crossed her arms and leaned on her left foot. You sighed before picking up your things, walking up to chani she put her hand on your shoulder and patted it. ¨can we just sit here? we just got here! look at the view¨ she said before crossing her arms again and looking at you with a smile.

The view was clearly beautiful. The sun coming down as it usually does but in this particular rock, there was something different about the scenery. ¨pretty cool for a shit planet¨ you muttered, dropping your things before you got down and sat criss cross. Chani joined you, enjoyed the view for a little longer before she looked over at you.

¨why do you like him so much, Paul?¨ she questioned kindly, usually she didnt like talking about him, she was never a fan. You looked at her, studying her face you could see she had a serious face beside her eye slightly winched from the sun, she waiting on your answer before she lifting her knee and laid on her elbow. you sighed before sitting with your legs flat out with your hands in your lap, it wasnt a hard question, it just caught you off guard. Why were you so attracted to him? . ¨i….i dont know, actually¨ you looked back into the view, chewing on the side of your cheek before continuing. ¨its not everyday you get a new comer who is so emotionally strong but you could see he is so lost in those gorgeous eyes. Someone so intelligent, beautiful, kind, and wise. Who wants to learn and is¨ you did an exaggerated sigh before raising your fingers to quote ¨so humble, as stilgar says¨ chani laughs before laying flat out. ¨he was new, wasnt like us. us growing up, we were used to the same routine, everyone around everyone. So when he got here, when he wanted me.. I just…felt…different. Everything felt different¨ a small smile played on your face as you thought of him.

“ever thought of kids?” paul asked, playing with your hair. “why are you thinking of kids in your current situation, paul? wouldnt that be too much?” you reply, your arm laid across him and your head in his chest. he chuckled in return, you felt his heartbeat skip and pitter patter before you felt the vibrations from his voice, “i wouldnt wanna have a kid unless its yours, y/n” and with that you smiled and looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips before he wrapped his arms around your waist to flip you guys over, you both chuckled before paul pulled up the sheets.

You wanted to feel his warm embrace again. You wanted him again. ¨i had a vision- well a dream that one day, he would be ruler. Be so wise and so gentle, which he already is. But i would be at his side, carrying his kids. Happy family. Getting to see his eyes… looking into him and only seeing love, i wouldnt ever grow tired of it. Y/N atredies, queen of atredies, me and him. You and stilgar, everyone around each other. Happy family, happy life. Of course war, but-¨ you cut yourself off, ¨i just want love, ever since i experieced it with him, its hard to let go. He teached me genuine love, nothing less, nothing more. The way he was so honest. How could i ever let that go?¨ you questioned, a puzzled look on your face as you waited on chani to answer. She took a pause, she once again looked back at the view before looking at you.

¨you do understand that he isnt the same anymore, right?¨”she said, looking up. ¨i understand,¨ you nodded, ¨ and i saw it, when he said he was waiting for me. He changed when he drunk the water of life. I dont think he really… values relationships anymore. I remember, i remember before he drunk the water, way before. He would tell me about these nightmares he had and how he was going to do everything to stop it¨ you pursed your lips to the side, as the conversation flowed, your confidence in your relationship was going lower and lower. As much as you didnt want to hear it, you needed to. ¨he lost himself, y/n¨ chani says. ¨are you sure when you walk back into his life hes gonna be the same old paul?¨

You bit your lip before looking down at your hands and let out a breath, ¨thats what were going to find out, right?¨ ¨to be honest,¨ chani sighed and put her hands behind he head, looking at the ceiling of the rock. ¨ i dont really trust him, never did. nor do i like him. He took advantage of us y/n. Tricked us, making us fight for him¨ chani said without filter. ¨he is the preacher, its written. I believe in him¨ you said pridefully, showing humility as you will always stand behind your one true love. ¨you got your sight taken by the vision of love¨ chani looks at you, she felt bad that you were so blind. But you were often like this, always have been. Soft, sensitive, caring. Its true, you and muad´dib are perfect for each other, chani could see that, but you honestly didnt wanna talk about it if she wasnt even gonna try to understand. ¨white savior¨ she finishes and looks up at the ceiling of the rock again before she looks back into the distance. ¨i love him¨ that was your finishing statement.

It was as if nothing faded, like you didnt grow, like you saw paul yesterday, like you never left. Chani felt so bad, so bad that you kept searching for paul in sleepless nights. But she also felt slightly angry, as if she didnt take you under her wing and teach you something brand new, a new way of life. It was like you totally discarded it, like you didnt want it, you didnt want to. Paul or nothing. Did you not value chanis friendship? Her love? She would never ask, shes too dominate for that. But it bothered her.

¨we should leave before it gets too late¨ chani mutters, letting out a slight groan before she stood and wiped her hands off on the pockets of her pants. You followed suit and picked up your bag before something dropped. It was pauls necklace, a family heirloom he trusted you with, he wanted you to have it. You looked at it before picking it up, rubbing over it and placing it over your neck before following chani.

The sand crunched against your shoes as you followed her, she was silent as she held the tools to get a sandworm. It was offly hot today and you both lacked water so she viewed it at that point, she already discussed with you that she wasnt gonna work for muad´dib, wasnt gonna fight for him, only gonna fight for her people. You looked at her, the sweatbeads on her forehead visible but it didnt make her look bad. You sat while you waited for the sandworm to appear.

When you arrived the foundation looked huge, guards around the premises dressed in black, all tall, muscular, and you could easily tell they were worthy of their place. ¨follow me¨ chani said, her walk bold and strong as you followed behind her in suit. Chani walked up the the guard and the guard had a strong bold look. ¨who are you?¨ the guard asked. ¨chani¨ she replied, taking off the mask that covered her eyes. ¨freman¨ he muttered, he looked over chanis shoulder and saw you. ¨and you?¨ he questioned, ¨freman¨ you replied. He stepped aside and allowed you both to enter. Chani pushed the door open, coming inside and you followed.

You werent used to this, spending all your life living in a rock. The walls were long and you looked at them, wanting to touch them, study the whole place. But there was something else you wanted to see to, the love of your life. ¨y/n, im gonna try to find stilgar. Be safe¨ chani whispered to you. ¨chani, this is home. Everyone we know is here, this is family¨ you said with a smile on your face. ¨its been six years. Foundations couldve changed, family couldve changed. Who knows what paul did, y/n¨ she said stern. You nodded your heard and she did too, leaving you off to find the one you wanted to see do desperately.

You walked, the building was so silent that you could hear your own footsteps, sand fell off your shoes as you walked, leaving a trail. A smile played on your lips as you walked throught the halls, checking every door, seeing your people. You asked them, ¨wheres paul?¨ in return they smiled, ¨not so sure. I dont even know where his room is at. Maybe check the throne room. Honestly, i havent seen him in a long time, y/n¨ and you did, no one was there. You furrowed your eyebrows and continued to look through the rooms, paul just wasnt there. Your happiness sooned turn into sadness and insecurity. Tears were on the edge of brimming your eyes. You exiteded the castle and sat down, leaning against the wall. You held your knees up to your chest and put your head on your forearms.

Where is he? Wheres chani? This is his place he cant be impossible to find, can he? Why cant i find him? Wheres his wife? All these thoughts coursed through your head as you waited, you ended up falling asleep, outside.

¨y/n?¨ you heard. Your neck had a crane as you looked up. ¨y/n!¨ it was a voice you recognized, ¨why are you outside?¨ they laughed, you finally looked up after rubbing your eyes and it was stilgar. ¨stilgar!¨ you yelled, he came down to your level and hugged you. He laughed ¨look at you, all dirty¨ he wiped your face. ¨wheres paul?¨ you questioned, his smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed. This took you aback, ¨wheres paul? I was gonna ask you that¨ he mutters, wiping the dirt off of your cheek. You dropped his hand and looked at him with desperate eyes, ¨what-what do you mean?¨ you asked, desperate for an answer. ¨paul left 2 years ago, y/n. He said when he came back, he would come back with you¨” stilgar looks down as he reveals, you stood, paced, questioned. ¨he said he would wait for me- i….i dont understand! Stilgar¨ you let out a whine, trying to fight the tears. ¨where is he? Stilgar please, please!¨ you begged, dropping to your knees. Stilgar couldnt muster to come up with anything to say. In honesty, he mightve been more sad than you. The messiah is gone, lost. No where to be found. How could he find him? Where could he possibly be? Two years. Two. this was like heartbreak all over again. Before, you knew he was alive, but now. You know nothing. Should you go back? Is he still searching for you?

[nyoomfruits]

choscar anon again. okay so we choscar fans have definitely been reading the same fics bcs i love love looove no harsher than the bark. that fic is definitely a blueprint for choscar.

also do you think oscar would just be waiting in their!!! living room with a glass of water and charles's fav throw blanket to welcome charles home from all those late night events/parties with a side of extra warm cuddles? before he drags charles for a quick shower in which oscar washes his bf's hair and and and i need to shut up

no pressure but if you do write abt choscar, just know that i will be lurking on your ao3 account like the little starved gremlin that i am

IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP MYSELF I HAD TO WRITE IT

Oscar’s in the middle of his second mediocre action movie on Netflix, when the front door creaks open ever so quietly. He only hears because it’s directly followed by a loud thunk noise and someone softly cursing to themselves.

He smiles, shakes his head, pauses the movie and sits up a little straighter, right as Charles appears in the doorway of the living room. “You’re awake,” Charles says, face lighting up in that soft, quiet kind of way as he leans against the doorjamb.

His face is flushed, his hair tousled, the top buttons of his shirt are undone. It’s a pretty classic ‘Charles who just went clubbing’ look, though Oscar doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of it. There’s a certain glow about him, a mischievous sparkle in his eye, a confident, relaxed slant to his posture. He looks the same when he wins a race.

Sometimes he thinks back to the early days, when he still thought that tight curling feeling he felt in his stomach when he looked at Charles on the top step of the podium, of him soaking in the roar of the crowd, head tipped back and smile tugging at the corners of his mouth was jealousy. When he thought he simply wanted what Charles had.

And he does. Of course he does. He wants podiums and wins and a World Driver Championship. But he also wants just Charles. Wants him when he’s like this, all glow-y and happy, but also when it’s been a long day and he’s tired, head tipping onto Oscar’s shoulder on the car way back to the hotel. Wants him when he’s sad, when he looks like the weight of the world is on his shoulder, when Oscar can do nothing but hold him and kiss the top of his head and tell him everything will be okay.

Wants early mornings of moving around the kitchen, Charles chattering at him excitedly and accepting the monosyllable answers Oscar gives in return, wants afternoons spend out on the waters around Monaco, sprawled out on Charles’s ridiculous super yacht, the sun too warm for them to cuddle but Charles insisting on it anyway. Wants hang outs with friends, where Charles is always the center of the universe, pulling everyone into his orbit, and yet Oscar is the center of his.

Wants quiet nights like these, where Charles might’ve gone to a party Oscar hadn’t felt up to, where their lives might have been separate for a bit, but he still comes home to Oscar.

“Was watching a movie,” Oscar says, with a shrug, which they both know means he’s been staying up, waiting for Charles to come home. “How was the party?”

“Fun,” Charles says. “You would have hated it.” He pushes off the doorjamb then, makes his way over to Oscar on the couch, slots in next to him easily, fits like a puzzle piece.

Oscar pulls him close, kisses him soft and sweet. “Yeah?”

“For sure,” Charles says, pillowing his head on Oscar’s chest. “There were shots and people were dancing.”

“The horrors,” Oscar jokes. He doesn’t hate clubbing, perse. But he doesn’t love it the way Charles does. Never quite knows what to do with his hands, always feels a bit awkward and off center. Never quite manages to command a room the way Charles does.

“Missed you, though,” Charles says, looks up at him with those big doe eyes of his.

Oscar smiles, soft and quiet. “Missed you too,” he says. “Now, come on, let’s go shower. You reek.”

He gently pushes Charles off of him, who squawks indignantly but lets himself be pushed towards the bedroom, towards the ensuite bathroom. Charles grumbles the whole way there, but Oscar knows he doesn’t mind. Especially not when Oscar gets into the shower with him, soaps up his hair and carefully rinses it out, presses Charles against the back of the shower for lazy, unhurried kisses that don’t really lead anywhere, before getting out of the shower again and quietly drying off.

It isn’t until they’re back in bed together, Oscar on his back, Charles on his side with his arm slung over Oscar’s chest, his face pressed into the space where Oscar’s shoulder meets his neck, that Charles speaks again. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Oscar deadpans. It earns him a smack on his bicep.

“I’ve been thinking,” Charles repeats. “You have been staying here a lot.”

Oscar tenses. They haven’t really talked about. Whatever they are. Everything happened just sort of… naturally. They grew together so slowly, so organically, they hadn’t ever had to talk about it, really.

But Charles is right. Oscar can’t remember the last time he went to his own Monaco apartment, would probably have to dig around his bag for a good while to even find the key. And even tonight, when Charles wasn’t even here, Oscar still spend it on his couch, watching movies on his TV, instead of. Well. Just going home.

Had he been overstaying his welcome?

“Yeah,” he says, and desperately tries to keep the slight croak out of his voice.

“Right, so I was wondering. I mean, you totally don’t have to, we can just keep going the way we have but, if you wanted to, you could, well. Move in?”

Oscar breathes out. Feels the tension seep out of his body again. It’s like a weight has lifted off his chest, a weight he never even realized was there. The realization they’re both on the same page here, that they both want the same things. “Yeah,” he says, turns his head so his nose brushes against Charles’s. “Yeah, okay.”

Charles beams. It takes over his whole face, though it’s hard to see in the dim light of the bedroom. Their bedroom. Oscar can’t help the grin that spreads over his own face.

“Okay,” Charles says, nods, and then presses his lips to Oscar, softly, gently, like a promise. Like this is just the beginning of so much more. Like this is the start of forever.

[i-cant-sing]

This is going to be interesting fr, like how much differently do your Theodore treat the reader if they were childhood friends

Yesss, but like imagine Theodore being a platonic yandere for his childhood bestie Y/n. He knows you inside out and knows every struggle you've been through, all your secrets, even the ones you've never disclosed to him (yes, he was outside your window on October 12th, 2008 when you didnt come to school because you were "sick" as you had told him but had actually started your period).

Imagine just how overprotective he is, and he's so mean about it too. Its in his nature. He's glaring at you as you tell him that he had no right to beat up your date just because that man had his arm around your waist because you were okay with it. Ofc he just rolls his eyes and tells you that you're too stupid to know what guys are actually like, that you dont know about the "locker room talk" and he's just trying to keep you safe from pervs but ofc youre too "dense" to see it. You could've thought that he might be doing it because he's interested in you like that, but no, he violently cringes at the mere suggestion of your friends that you two fight like a married couple, not to mention how he treats you more like a sibling than your own. Bullying you constantly, messing up your hair, putting you in headlocks as often as he could, kicking the back of your knees to watch you flop on the ground, anything he could do to annoy you.

But he's also very helpful, yknow? He pretends like he couldnt give a rats ass about your existence but will just scoff and yank your assignment from your hands and complete it. Working on your college essay? He reads it, insults you at how stupid it is, then write one for you in one sitting, actually writing about your personal experiences that moves the admission officers to fucking tears at the pure raw emotion it draws out of them. About to leave for a date and you ripped your dress? Signs to you that this is just universe telling you to ditch the guy but then one look at your sad face and he's pulling out an emergency needle kit from his pocket and sewing it up. He'll think of another way to end your date <3

Theodore is also very possessive of you. Even as kids, he would throw sand in other kids eyes just so that theyre too busy crying to approach you and try to play with you. In highschool, he's already built like a transformer and with him having this mean look on his face, people definitely hesitated to approach you, especially when you have this brooding man standing behind you, intimidating everyone who dared to step within 5 feet of you. Now that you two are adults, and Theo is still working as a spy, he would use his skills to take out people that become a little to important to you.

I feel like Theo isn't an animal person, he is definitely not a people person, but he also doesn't care much for pets and it's not even cause his work doesn't allow him to care for pets properly but I still think that he would get a dog trained specifically to keep you out of danger. Or more particularly, keep you in home and bark (and bite/mutilate) anyone who is not him. So if you got a date, make sure he's not picking you up from home.

Definitely definitely finds a way to make you move in with him, if not live next to him. Of course, he has a different place where he keeps his work stuff and gear hidden, but he needs to live with you for his own sanity. And even though he has trackers hidden all over your clothes and belongings, he still likes to ask you where you are, what you're upto, etc, just to see if you'd lie to him. And if you do, be prepared for a very pissed off Theo who is just huffing and puffing all day because how dare you not trust him, your best friend???? Offensive.

But also, when he finds out that someone, anyone made you cry, or even is causing you to stress out, guess who's pulling out their murder gloves?

[strnsvt]

vernon chwe — a twist in cupid's tale.

as you smoothly matched people, your reputation as a talented cupid increased. you were popular, known as the matchmaker at your campus.

a day took an unexpected turn when a request landed on your desk, and your heart skipped a beat — it was from mingyu, your own secret crush.

mingyu asked you to set him up with a girl. caught between the professional duty of a matchmaker(as you would call yourself) and the ache in your own heart, you reluctantly agreed — even if it meant you being left heartbroken.

in the hushed library, vernon called your name multiple times, the librarian casting disapproving glances. you looked up at him, seeing vernon approach and sit beside you, a concerned expression on his face, "what's wrong?" he asks quietly.

you don't respond. looking at the book in front of you blankly. you really wished to bang your head on the desk in front of you.

"don't do that,"

"...did i say that out loud?"

vernon was your best friend. even if you didn't say that out loud, he could've definitely guessed. "don't hurt that forehead of yours and tell me what happened,"

you sighed, the weight of the evening pressing on you. "it's mingyu," you finally confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, "he asked me to set him up with this girl, and i...i agreed, even though..."

vernon's gaze softened, understanding the unspoken pain in your words. "even though it hurts?" he finished for you, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder. a part of him feeling bad for you. but most of him was glad. well. because.

"he's always been oblivious," you admitted, a mix of frustration and sadness in your voice. "and now, i have to watch him with someone else, all in the name of being a matchmaker, and..."

"and?"

you sigh again "i invited both of them to jackson's party,"

"the one this friday?"

you nod, a sad expression still on your face. "i thought it would be the right thing to do, you know? professional and all. but now, i have to face watching mingyu with somebody other than me,"

him and you don't say anything for a moment — vernon not knowing how to comfort you, and you choosing to be quiet instead of ranting more about mingyu.

vernon clears his throat before speaking again "hey,"

"hm?"

"jackson invite me to his party,"

"me too," you say, dropping your head on the desk, "i don't wanna go,"

"why not?"

"why should i? to see my crush getting with someone that's not me?"

"right..."

"so yes, im going,"

vernon chuckles at you and you turn your head to look at him.

"you're really gonna go?" vernon questions.

"really, yes, i will go. i'll stay with you. so distract me from them,"

-

it felt like no time when friday night arrived, the thumping music and lively chatter enveloping.

"vernon..."

"yeah?"

vernon tracked your gaze, spotting mingyu with his date by the bar, engaged in laughter and conversation. catching your eye, mingyu offered a thumbs up to you, which you mirror with a sad smile. "hey, y/n," you avert your gaze from them, looking at vernon.

"vernon, i think i need some alchohol in my system,"

"no, you don't. look, there's guys over there playing truth or dare, let's join them," vernon suggested, trying to shift your focus from mingyu and the situation at hand, but failed as you chose truth and they asked you who your crush is.

you left the game, and walked up to the bar, sitting on the stool, asking for some alcohol. "y/n, no," vernon followed.

"truth or dare can be brutal, especially when the truth hits close to home,"

"alcohol won't solve anything,"

"ma'am, here is-"

"vernon, i just need a moment-," you say, taking the glass of drink from the guy in front of you.

"you can't drink, y/n," vernon snatches the glass from your hand.

"vernon, what-" you couldnt say the next words. you couldn't even process for a few seconds. its when you realize — his lips where on yours.

he pulls away, it hits you — your best friend just kissed you.

vernon looks at you, his eyes searching for a reaction. your mind races as you process what just happened. the noise of the party fades into the background, and all you can feel is the lingering warmth of his unexpected kiss.

"vernon, what...?" you manage to stammer, a mix of surprise and confusion in your voice.

he meets your gaze, his expression a blend of uncertainty and sincerity. "i couldn't stand seeing you like this, y/n. i couldn't let you drown your feelings in alcohol, i care about you too much,"

"i...i didn't expect this," you admit, your heart still racing.

"me neither," vernon replies, running a hand through his hair.

the clamor of the party gradually seeps back into your consciousness, yet the world feels subtly altered. mingyu and his date remain at the bar, but your attention has undergone a transformative shift.

[octuscle]

1 month ago i tried this app in my phone called chronivac, but i ruibed my life by mistake, i tried to see how i would look when i reached some ages, i saw myself at 25, at 33, at 46 and 52, and i fell in love with myself, i decided to edit myself more giving me muscles like a bodybuilder and making myself very hairy, i kept playing with it, but i accidentally threw a glass of soda on it and the computer shut down, i tried to turn it on to repair these changes i did to myself, but i couldnt, i started to freak out when suddenly my dad came to my room after he heard the loud noises, he didnt recognized me and started screaming at me to get the hell out of his house, i jumped from the window and ran as far as i could, now 1 month after that, im a homeless man, im already used to this life a bit, already have some friends out here, but its sad seeing pictures of myself in the street saying "¿have you seen this person?", is there a solution for me?

Well, what can I say… On the one hand, a really heartbreaking story. On the other hand, it's also really tragic that you got stuck in this very body. Yes, there's a bodybuilder's career in that body. But let's not kid ourselves, that was a few years ago…

Unfortunately, your case is a real challenge… Your account is not deactivated. And as long as it's not, I can undo a maximum of three changes. But when I look at you in that used-up body in the shabby living room of the homeless shelter, anything is better than your current body, right? So, undo the last three changes and you're now in the body of the 25-year-old bodybuilder. Nice, I'd say… The couch is no longer in a homeless shelter, but in a frat house. If it stank of piss and garbage a moment ago, it now smells of sweat, beer and testosterone. Lots of testosterone. And yes, God knows you're not innocent of that… Now we just have to get the story straight with your parents… Unfortunately, I can no longer change you. But I can make them fit in with the new you.

They had you very early on. You were more of an accident. Your mother was 18 and your father 17 when you were born. It was difficult for them back then, but of course it's cool now that you still have such young parents. And the fact that your parents hardly had any money back then made you a fighter. Nothing can bring you down. At least not so quickly. But now relax. Your bros will be here in a minute with beer and burgers and then you can watch the game. And let's see what happens afterwards.

[arthurflecksgirl]

Conversations with Arthur

Arthur comforting reader after watching Folie a deux

This is for all of you who love him

Word count: 2000

Warnings : None really. Slight mention of a panic attack

Genre : Comfort

Your eyes avoided the screen quite some time before credits started rolling. Arthurs comforting voice echoed from the speakers of the theatre, singing promising words about the future. How could they? How dare they to play his voice in a hopeful tune after what you just saw? You kept your red face, swollen from crying so hard buried inside your shaking hands. You didnt wanted to catch any attention from the people who still remained in their seats. They must think you're crazy. And at the same same time you didn’t care anymore.

You didnˋt care about the fact that your crying must have been louder than Arthurs soft voice singing. You didnˋt care about anything anymore. The one thing you cared about most had just been taken away from you. That one person who helped you making it through the past 5 years of your life.  Arthur Fleck. He who understood you the way you understood him. He who comforted you during your worst days and ugliest breakdowns. Your love. Your light.

They dared to blow out his candle which was the only fllicker left inside of you. They took him away, making it seem like nothing but a bad punchline. He who deserved so much better. Who still belived in love after all he had been through. Arthur, the man who finally came to terms with who he is. Was that the price he had to pay for being his sweet self? Was that the price you had to pay for loving a man who needed love more than anything in his life?

„….but how can it  recognize you, if you donˋt step ot into the light, the light…“

It was the first time ever his voice couldnˋt make you feel better. Even though it sounded like a distance whisper from heaven itself. True love will find you in the end.

He is your true love. And you long to be his. Whatˋs left to do now? Left to cling onto? Arthur….please stop singing. I love you so much. I need you here. I need you here  physically. I need your tiney body in my arms. I need to feel that you are real. Donˋt sing unless your mouth is forming these words right beneath my ear. Donˋt sing unless you see in how much pain I am griefing you. Donˋt sing unless I feel your breath on my cheek.

You still heard his voice after the curtain had closed. It was time to stand up and leave the cinema minutes ago but you physically couldnt . Moving seemed impossible, opening your eyes seemed like a violent act. The speakers didnt play any music anymore but you still heard him. „Donˋt be sad I know you will….but donˋt give up until...“

It was getting harder and harder to breathe. The dizziness coming over you was overwhelming. A panick attack was setting in. You wanted to leave this place but…No you didnt. You had to stay. There must be another scene after all. Another ending. This is nothing but a bad joke. The red curtain will open and the screen will reveal the real ending of the movie. It has to. You cannot go home like that and accept what you just saw. This man deserved to live. To live a better life. To reveive support. To be seen and loved.

Arthur!

Please stay with me. I

I know you are still alive. Credits rolled way too quickly…..They tricked us real bad, didnt they? A cliffhanger…itˋs just….a deusion….the title of the movie is Folie a deux after all.

Amd then you blacked out .

 

A bright light lulling you in as you opened your eyes. The curtains of the cinema changed their colors to blue, red orange and yellow. The curtains of the Murray Franklin show. The colors Arthur imagined the black umbrellas to be.

The room was empty except for you and…..

Arthur????

You must have hallucinated. Arthur was sitting on the seat beside you. A concerned look on his face, as he tendlerly layed his hand on your knee „Y/N“ he whispered. „Donˋt be sad….I donˋt want you to be sad“.

You shifted within your seat to face him as you tried to catch your breath. „Thats….thatˋs not….posssible…“

Arthur pulled out a handkerchief  with the words „Worldˋs best comedian“ stitched on it. For a quick moment you felt almost happy about that fact that someone must have given it to him , which means that he is appreciated by someone who thinks heˋs funny. You always thought that he was funny in a adorable and unique kinda way. If only you could make him happy by laughing about his jokes.

You took the handkerchief and felt bad about wiping your face and cleaning your nose with it. It must be so precious to him.

„Arthur….I ….“

It was impossible to form words. Impossible to say anything. Your only instinct left was to take him into your arms. To feel if he was real. If he was a body made of flesh and bones. If he had physical  form that would have a weight to it. You wanted him to exist so baldy.. Somehow you always knew that he did.

You looked into his eyes for the very first time and not into a screen. It was him and every single line on his face was him. It was his curls stroking your cheek softly when you finally out your arms around his fragile body. It was his arms crossing behind your shoulders, letting you sink deeper into his embrace.

Arthur

It was Arthur

And he was so much realer than he was on screen.

You never wanted to let him go. You wanted this to be your final moment. Let the curtains close here. Let the curtains of your own story close right at this moment. You didnˋt need any moment to follow after this. Let his arms around you be the final act.

It was uncertain who loosened the embrace fist but it didnˋt felt like it loosened. It only did so you could look into each others eyes.

He looked at you in silence. Arthur never was a man of many words. The expression of his face spoke volumes. He felt your pain. He empathized. You were the same.

„Arthur….how is that even possible? Am I hallucinating?“

Arthur pulled out a cigarette, lit it and too a deep drag. His left hand searching for your own hand, covering it like a protective shield. „What does it matter?“ he shrugged slightly „I am with you anyways….I always was.“

Your teary eyes observed his beautiful sillhouette. Arhur was so much stronger than it seemed. You could have sworn that a bright aura surrownding his figure. Almost like a protective shield.

He was save. Arthur was save.

„I always feel your presence, Arthur…“

He blew out some smoke, making  intense eye contact „Thatˋs because Iˋm with you“

„Really? I thought I was just….daydreaming. You know…wishful thinking“

„Well….“ Arthur chuckled „Thatˋs how itˋs always starting, isnˋt it?“

He closed his eyes as he leaned back into the seat „As some kind of dream I mean“

You coudnˋt take your eyes off him. Arthur was even more handsome in person. From his soft curls, to his strong eyebrows, the shape of his nose, the scar on his upper lip….

Your hand reached out to touch the fabric of his brown cardigan, to see if it felt real.

Arthur finished his cigarette ,laughing as you pulled your hand away out of nervousness. You spent the last five years loving this man and yet you werenˋt sure if it was allowed to touch him as you wanted to.

„Itˋs okay Y/N….you can touch me. Come here!“

He shifted in his seat, took your hand and put it on his face . Hs skin was soft, freshly shaved. „See? Iˋm real.“

He grinned. „Funy isnˋt it? I never thought I could say this with such confidence. I am real. I never felt real for most of my life“ . Arthurs voice dropped for a second „Sometimes I felt like other people made me up in ther minds and I am just a fool playing out their fantasies like….“

„Like what Arthur?“ you caressed his shoulder softly.

„Like in this movie…“

You immediately felt a lump in your throat as he mentioned it. Your mind went back to what you just saw. Arthur on the ground.

„But you know what?“ he sighed „They make movies about me all the time. I mean. There is a movie within the movie.“

He put his hand on your hand which still remained on his shoulder „There was a cartoon even. Do you think it was funny?“

You didnˋt knew what to say. The last thing you wanted to talk about was the movie you just saw. All you wanted to concentrate on was that Arthur was sitting right beside you and he seemed pretty much alive.

„Um…nevermind. Just sing a song with me okay? It will make you feel better….“

All of the sudden he twitched. His hand touching his stomach.

„Arthur, are you okay?“

„Yeah…“

„Are you sure?“

You lifted his cardigan to check. You felt that he was more than okay with that.

His skin was unharmed. Not only that but a bright, green light was coming from his belly.

„Itˋs just an echo from different timelines…. Nothing the healing light of archangel Raphael canˋt fix“ he smiled. „You know….they are with you, Just like I am. The angels I mean….and let me tell you. They know some good jokes. Sometimes they even laugh at my dark humor but donˋt tell anyone“.

You placed your hand underneath his belly button.

„The angels healed you?“

Arthur chuckled in a shy way „And your love did“

He reached out to touch your face but wasnˋt confident enough to do so.

„Itˋs okay ,Arthur…..you can touch me. Itˋs more than okay. In my dreams we touch each other all the time“ you felt yourself blushing.

Arthurs fingers traveled over your face as if he was reading braille.

„Itˋs good to know that you are real,too“ he said almost to himself.

„I always was…but I think I became more real after loving you,Arthur“

„So letˋs make each other real, huh?“ he mumbled.

„You are not just imaginary, like they said in court….“ He added. „Not just a fantasy in my diary…“

 

It was only now that you realized that you still had Arthurs handkerchief.

„Oh, I am sorry I still have your…“

„You can keep it.“

„No…..Arthur….that must have been a personal gift from someone special….WORLDS BEST COMEDIAN…itˋs yours!“

He took it, only to put it in your pocket „You are right. It really is from someone special. I never forget the day when you gifted it to me for my birthday. Remember, darling? When we first found out that my birthday was really my birthday? That was kinda special….“

He stood up from his seat, one hand rubbing his tummy. Everything was fine.

„What….what do you mean, Arthur? I gifted it to you?“

The worldˋs best comedian bend forward to give you a tight hug „You know there is a timline where we met decades ago and movies are made about our love and they all have a happy ending. This is where I am going now.“

He kissed your cheek and you felt like youˋve been marked with bliss.

„Iˋll meet you there, darling“ his voice echoed through the cinema room as the light around him grew bigger.

„Besides…I totally forgot to sing you the song….“

You felt a smile crossing your face. No movie could take that away from you. No movie could take him away from you.

„I love you, Arthur“ you whispered.

Arthur faded into bright light as he smiled back at you and sang

 

„Whippoorwills call, eveninˋ is nigh

Hurry to my, blue heaven

Turn to the right, thereˋs a little white light

Will lead you to my, blue heaven

Youˋll see a smiling face, fireplace, a cosy room

Little nest that nestle where the roses bloom

Just honey and me, and the baby makes three

Weˋre so happy in my, blue heaven“