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[pervygf]

favorite movies and shows? if picking favorites is hard, maybe just whichever ones come to mind first

hmm.. hazbin hotel and helluva boss!! also bridgerton!! miraculous!! the umbrella academy!! lucifer n just so much more, i also love lots of movies though, my comfort ones are zootopia, legally blonde (i love the musical more though <3) the princess diaries, ten things i hate about you n hmm how to train your dragon!! im more of a bookish girlie now though <3

[inkykeiji]

What was mama reis reaction when touya nii started getting tattooed ? like boy where was your broke ahh getting that money from

absolutely in love with this question anon EEEEE omg!!! you bring up such a good point, and not only that, but WHO is tattooing this teenager illegally, and how did touya meet them??? it raises a red flag for sure, but by the time touya begins getting his sleeves done (around the age of 16), rei already knows he’s been up to something illegal and dangerous for a good while now. those flags began waving when he started handing her wads of cash at the age of 14, to ‘help out with living expenses’—something rei vehemently insisted he did not have to do, and something he viciously ignored.

rei struggles with properly disciplining touya; he’s meticulously private and fantastic at hiding things, even as a teenager, and her word carries absolutely no weight in his mind. she can tell him to stop sneaking out until she’s blue in the face, but it’ll never make a difference; he’s doing what he wants to do, and what he feels is necessary to do, whether she likes it or not.

they get into a few blowout fights in his early teenage years, but it’s hard for rei to truly pin anything on him because aside from the ridiculous amounts of money he’s bringing home for a kid of 14/15, she’s got literally no evidence that he’s doing anything wrong. he swears to the heavens and back that he got a normal part-time job, and he’s so goddamn convincing that for a moment, she’s nearly gaslit herself into believing she made it all up, too paranoid and stressed out after everything that happened with the divorce. he seemingly isn’t missing school—his grades are still stellar, and she’s received no complaints from his teachers. he sneaks out at night, but she’s got no idea how he does it or where the fuck he goes, just that his bed is suddenly empty at the odd hours of the night. his desk drawer is always locked, and his bedroom is so minimalistic that she’s searched it thoroughly three times and come up completely empty-handed. he’s just too smart for her.

SO! when he starts coming home with tattoos, she’s definitely upset, but he makes the case that this is him reclaiming his body after everything that happened to him, and she finds it pretty hard to argue against that. touya knows how to wear his mother down quick, wielding wit, charm, slyness, and her love for him as his weapons, all while convincing himself that he is either in the right or doing it for her benefit.

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Realizations

Dad!Simon Ghost Riley x Wife!Reader

Thank you guys so much for 1k, it means the whole world for me because now once did I expect to ever have my page grown this big and not once had I imagined that I would make these many friends here who happened to be so sweet. Also to @connorsui who has been most definitely been waiting the answer to this.

So in honor of 1k, I wrote this long awaited backstory for Ghost and Lovie (Ghostie's parents) that I hope you guys will enjoy since it so happens that our beloved @ave661 has posted another Dad!Ghost render. (Credits to her again for the renders in this post <3) (Sweetie, I love you but that tag on Soap with this render was unnecessary 😭🫶)

To the people who congratulated me, through replies, likes and reblogs, I owe y'all a fat kiss. Mwahhh <333

My CoD Masterlist

Taglist: @wishesforyou @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @09maruchan @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui @capuccino192 @thesnowurzikdjinn @miss-gms-and-the-rotten-womb @celestialhole @trepaika @starryylies @demidemon09

Warnings/Disclaimers: Stalking (not by Simon), Typical mentions of CoD violence?, Mentions of Simon's past abuse, Creepy guy?? (Not Simon), Mentions of violent and a bit gory descriptions on what wanted to do to the stalker, This is not proofread yet.

With the words of my mother and in true reputation style, Are you ready for it?

I think I need to say this on my account again, English is NOT my first language and all copyrights regarding the plot and some characters within the storyline belong to me. Edit: please help me y'all, I'm losing so much relevance in the span of less than a month, my recent works have gotten nothing and I'm scared that this post proves that. I think I've learned my lesson never to take breaks ever again 😭

Simon never imagined himself in this predicament, always thinking that he'd be out there somewhere, more likely drowning himself in a mission. Not even a home, he thought that if it hadn't for your persuasiveness to interact with him back then then he'd still be back in that shitty apartment complex.

Simon placed his duffle bag on the wood of the porch, the jingling of his keys while he looked for the correct one. He tried his best to make as little noise as possible, it was passed midnight, the last thing he would want was to disturb his wife and daughter from resting.

Hauling the duffle bag in and throwing it on the couch, Simon opt to see what his girls were up to. The giggling and commotion making him smile, you both were supposed to be asleep by now but you were unable to put her to rest because she's just too hyper, so that left you to entertain her by tossing her up and catching her.

"Dada..!" A squeal from the room came, the little one snapping her head to the opening of the door making you look as well, Simon took a peek from the half-way opened door.

Adorable little thing clapping her hands together, pleased that her dad is home while sitting on her mom. She got off, crawling near the edge of the bed with no sense of danger, fortunate for her that her dad is quick with catching her before you could.

You took a deep breath from the shock, looking at your husband and smiling sweetly at him. He asked you not to get off the bed as you were about to, laying next to you he snakes his arm underneath you on your waist and pulls you in.

"I missed my girls.." He said, voice deep and laced with exhaustion, despite that his hold and gaze was the warmest it could be.

"We missed you too Si, so much." You mumbled as your eyes flutter shut to enjoy his touch. You opened them to the sound of a kiss, he kissed the little one's forehead then yours.

Sometimes you vaguely remember the first time he and you met, how it even came to be, this life of domesticity. You, him and your little girl, family is a heavy word for Simon but it was just perfect. This was the family he wanted, the family that he thought he didn't deserve and never would have.

The feeling of coming home to all this started because you were so forgetful, who knew that would be the skill that brought you to him..?

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He emptied his pockets, to the lieutenant's dismay, the box of cigarettes only had one stick left. Since he was going out to smoke it anyway, he might as well get another box from the convenience store nearby. He took his keys from the kitchen counter and headed out, hearing a little commotion that peeked his interest.

Simon never paid much mind to whatever was going on within his apartment building despite the many gossips that were present within the building and the renters. So it happens that the old lady next to his place mentions how they'll be a new tenant in the other apartment next to his.

'Thank God' Simon thought, not that he was particularly religious but he'd been hoping for the longest time for the former renter to leave because let's be honest, who wants to live next to a frat boy with no sense of shame or consideration given that walls are thin? Little did he know he'd be blessed with the next one..

"Oh- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to.." Simon hears a voice from a little below him, he'd only register what had happened after the fact. Poor girl carrying this box bumped into him a little too hard, so much so that she stumbled back a bit.

You stared up to the 6'4 man blinking, he only shrugged it off to which you smiled to. You tried to make small talk since you were new and it wouldn't hurt to at least know one person right? After all, you were trying to step out a bit of your comfort zone.

"Hi.. I'm [Name].." He only stared at you for a while and replied, "Simon.." you gave him a warm smile before nodding and continuing to bring the boxes into your new apartment while your new neighbor entered the elevator.

You cut the boxes open to start unpacking, a few minutes in and you decided to go on a short break, you rummaged through the small box of food only to find that the recently bought box of tea was empty. You sighed at this, humming as you remembered the convenience store you passed by earlier on the way to the apartment.

Taking your keys and locking the door behind you, you made your way out the complex and walked a few blocks, you only started to notice how late it was with the streetlights coming on even though the sun is only about to set. That's something to get used to, hmm?

The cool breeze hits your skin as you enter, scent of faint instant coffee and many other kinds of foods and products made themselves known. You walked around for a while, checking on what other things you might need but then you tried to remind yourself that you were saving up and on a budget so you took a box of tea and walked up to the register.

You heard footsteps behind you falling in line, after placing the box on the counter, you searched your pockets for your wallet.

'Shit..!' you cursed yourself out mentally trying not to panic as Simon basically watches you frantically patting your pockets, you left your wallet back at the apartment. "You left your wallet-" Simon stated the obvious, "I'll cover it.." there wasn't even a time to argue with him, he just stepped next to you and placed the pack of cigarettes.

"I'll pay you back as soon as we get back to the apartment" You insisted to which Simon only shrugged and declined, it's just a box of tea and it's not like it'll make him go bankrupt, besides he liked your taste, the one you got happened to be his favorite brand.

Since you were headed in the same place anyway, you and Simon walked back together side by side, however one thing you did find odd was when he gently took you wrist and pulled you inward next to him, he was the one now closest to the road.

The walk back was silent, a comfortable silence. A few days after that encounter, you made sure to make an effort for him to know that you appreciated his gesture back at the convenience store. The lieutenant was alarmed by the knock on his door, opening it to find no person but a tupperware filled with buttery shortbread cookies.

He smiled at how tiny the plastic container looked in his hands, how he noticed the note attached "Thanks for the tea, this isn't that special but I hope you like it -[Name]" and the Sanrio themed stickers stuck onto the lid and on the top part of the tiny note. You ran out of sticky notes..

Simon found himself snacking on those cookies later on, oddly enough, they reminded him of his mom.. how she used to love baking back then, it was her way of escape whenever Simon's "father" wasn't home, as well as gardening.

For the first time in a while Simon "Ghost" Riley let out a smile that wasn't smug or a smirk but a genuine smile, one that had warmth to it, one that no matter how hard his mind tried to surppress it, his body refused to.

It didn't take long for you and Simon to get to know each other a bit, little by little it seemed like you two were becoming like friends rather than just neighbors. Let's be honest, who just randomly gives their neighbors weekly baked goods for the sole reason of "just because they wanted to"?

You found yourself always looking forward to the Friday nights chilling with him at the rooftop, mugs with hot tea on hand while he smoked and you read.

Listening to his stupid jokes and remarks that slowly turn into deep conversations and life things. Simon was just... far more open than he's ever been, sure he's talked about his day before to his comrades but never like this, not in a way where he's pouring his heart out, letting you in on how he feels about certain things.

He just got back from a mission, a rough one to be exact. Shoulders slumped from exhaustion as he walked the streets near the apartment complex, no space for his bike so he had to leave it somewhere private while he fidgeted with it's keys.

Simon swore that he almost jumped out of his own body, first instinct being to push you off but he recognized you. He gave you a questioning look, hands were shaking as you so desperately linked you arm around his.

"Hmm?" He hummed, hearing you mumbling something but it was incoherent to his ears.

"Behind us.. please Si, help..." Come to think if it, you never knew when Simon turned into Si. Best believe he knew and still remembers when perfectly.. not the time, there's a serious threat, he didn't look. He didn't need to, guessing by the heavy footsteps, some creep decided to follow you at this hour.

He slowly slipped his arm away from your grip and snaked it around your waist, pulling you in closer to his side while the two of you continued treading closer to the complex. You closed your eyes for a few seconds at a time hoping it would end.

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Knocking, frantic knocking was what Simon heard at his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, so why the sudden visit? He opened the door and saw you, Simon knew something was off from the look on your face, you looked pale as if you were sick to your stomach while trying so desperately to catch your breath.

"Can I please come in.. Simon..?" You asked in between breaths. You looked around you, especially behind you, body shivering a bit. He took notice of this and had no hesitation, he pulled you in by your arm. His grip firm but gentle, Simon closed the door behind him.

"Remember that guy who was creeping around when I asked for your help..?" You tried to explain but Simon already knew the moment your mouth opened. You had a stalker.. it was best to call the cops on shit like this.

Simon did his best even though not knowing much about how to comfort someone, he did well in making you feel safe without having to tell you that he'll do so, you just know it in your gut that he'd protect you even if it's just now.

Your breath picked up, slowly backing away from the door as you heard footsteps, clenching your fists and hoping that he didn't see you enter Simon's door. Simon wrapped his arms around you, keeping you in place and from further backing away from the door.

You felt his palm drag up and down your back, it was extremely warm, it stopped for a while. His arm wrapped around your waist, other hand in your hair pushing your head down a bit so it was buried in his chest while you gripped his shirt. Simon felt your trembling body against him slowly relax.

"Deep breaths, angel.." The nickname he whispered would've made you smile under any other circumstance but not right now, you needed to calm your nerves before you panic and make an impulsive decision that could hurt yourself. Like instructed, you followed along Simon's demonstration, pressing his forehead onto yours maybe just a bit too intimately.

You winced at the loud sound of banging on the door, you knew it too well. Simon shoved the handle of his combat knife in your hand, he told you that if anything were to happen, protect yourself with it.

As soon as the Lieutenant swung the door open, you could hear punches, things knocking over and among other things, your stalker's voice.

You'd never forget that, how pitchy it was. Nails on the chalkboard was the best way to describe it, how the man was cackling almost made you annoyed. Simon called on security and the man was dealt with, you came out from hiding and saw both fear and anger in Simon's eyes.

You would never know how much he wanted to tear that man's heart after skinning him alive for even bringing fear into your eyes.

Simon "I care too much for someone I just met" Riley finally saw how his knuckles and fingernails were caked with blood, went off to go wash it and himself.

Getting back to you after half an hour, you reached out for him only for him to withdraw, you looked at him confused and he looks at you with pure guilt..

Your eyes widened in realization, "Oh Simon.. I'm not scared.." you smiled at him. He reached out a shaky hand to you, hesitating before closing his hand back.

You took his hand in yours, bringing it up to your lips and giving it a small kiss, hoping it calms his nerves. Well it did the opposite, it even more overwhelming for him having you kiss his palm while you look up at him, watching you nudge your face into his palm so invitingly.

The way your lashes just sat perfectly atop your cheeks while you slowly blinked up at him. Pressing the same scarred and calloused hands that almost killed a man that night on your face and rubbing the back with you thumb.

Simon had never felt that much guilt before for hurting someone, only after he saw the look in your eyes, which in turn were not something he caused. For the first time in his life too, Simon was comforted by something or rather someone immensely..

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovie!!! I was stalking your blog as usual (hehe) when I came across a requests from your 6k celebration of a visually impaired!reader. I was always too shy to ask something like this but i'm glad someone did! )i'm not sure if you remember)

If you feel comfortable can you please write some comfort with the marauders and a vitally impaired reader who doesn't feel like she's enough? I kinda feel useless when it comes to performing daily tasks normally because neither can I use the walking stick or. classify as a person with enough vision to be independent. Sorry for the rambling but please feel free to ignore this request if it's not your thing! all the love <333

Thank you for requesting lovely! I always get nervous about writing about groups I don’t represent, so if anything here is inaccurate or offensive at all please do let me know! I did research but there are some things too specific for the internet to have much about and I’m always looking to grow <3

poly!marauders x visually impaired!reader ♡ 958 words

When Sirius’ phone rings, James knows it’s you because he rolls over on the bed, a giant, lovesick grin spreading across his face. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” he says upon picking up. Remus rolls his eyes at his sultry tone, and Sirius kicks him lightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

James is close enough that he can hear the sound of your voice on the other line, sweet and asking, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. 

“No, yeah, that sounds hazardous.” Sirius’ tone remains casual, but he rolls onto his back again, starting to get up. “Stay where you are, dollface, help is on the way. Yeah, the other boys are up too—wait, did you only call me because you thought I’d be the only one awake?” 

Remus snatches the phone from him. “Where are you, love?”

Sirius sulks. James gives his shoulder a few solid pats. 

It’s a good thing Remus is the one to talk to you, because the other two would have no clue the coffee shop you were talking about. It’s only a few blocks from your apartment, James notes, and you’re standing outside with your back against the wall. The interior is dark. 

“Hi, lovie!” he calls when they’re close enough. “It’s James.” 

Your head turns toward them, a little smile taking you. “Hey. Sorry to bother you guys.” 

“We were all up,” Remus says, “and we wouldn’t want you walking home by yourself this late regardless.” 

“What he means to say,” says Sirius, touching the back of your wrist, your signal that he wants to kiss you. You tilt your face up agreeably, and he plants one on your lips, “is that you could never bother us, sweet thing.” 

Your smile goes a bit bashful, chin tucking towards your chest. “I can usually navigate my way here just fine—it’s so close to my place—but I didn’t realize it had gotten so dark.” 

“Say no more.” James bumps your elbow lightly with his, offering it to you. “Since we’re here, do you want to come back to our place, or would you rather stay at home?” 

Your fingers are cool and gentle as they wrap around the crook of his arm. “If you don’t mind me sleeping at yours…” 

Sirius makes an incredulous scoffing noise. “As if we would mind.” 

“Thanks.” Your voice is quiet, a tad more subdued than usual. James takes it for fatigue. 

“Have you had a chance to eat?” Remus asks. He slips his arm around Sirius’ shoulders as he walks. The other boy looks happy as a clam. 

“No, not yet.” 

“I’ll make you something,” he offers. “Anything you’re craving? We’ve just been to the grocery.” 

“I’m alright with anything.” Still that muted tone to your voice. James looks at you curiously. After a few moments, you say again, “I'm really sorry about this.” 

“Angel, you don’t have to keep apologizing,” he says. “What’s there to be sorry for? The sun went down, you can’t help it.” 

But your expression is somber, your lips downturnt. “You had to come over here to walk me home, and now you’re making me dinner, too. I just feel…I don’t know, I guess I feel sort of useless. I need someone to do everything for me.” 

“Dove, what?” Remus looks over at you, brow furrowed. “We do more for Sirius than we do for you.” 

You look surprised and Sirius offended, but James chimes in, “It’s true. You know how much maintenance he takes. He wouldn’t set a foot out of bed in the morning if one of us didn’t make him.” 

“I think the more important point is,” Sirius interjects loudly, “that we don’t have to do things for you so much as we get to, gorgeous. Like, you could probably sort your own dinner if you needed to, but Rem and Jamie would each rather saw off their pinkie toes than let either of us cook for ourselves.” 

“I think you’d just rather I do that than you cook,” Remus mutters. 

“And as for walking you home,” Sirius blazes on, “do we seem anything less than completely stoked to be here? Because if so, please let me know. I’m clearly not doing well enough at expressing myself.” 

“Of course you’ve been great.” You tuck yourself closer to James’ side, stepping over a curb when he murmurs a warning. “You always are.” 

“We’re not just being kind, dove,” Remus says gently. “It doesn’t take much to do things for you, because we like doing them. It’s never a bother.” 

“You take care of us, too,” James reminds you. “You always listen, and you’re really good at massaging Remus’ knee when it hurts him. You’re the only one of us who the cat that comes to our back door will let touch it.” You smile, and he sets his hand atop yours, squeezing fondly. 

“It’s easy when it’s someone you care about,” says Remus, “yeah?” 

All three of them, even Sirius, let the question hang until you’re forced to answer. After a few moments, you sigh, resignation covered with a healthy coating of gratitude. 

“Yeah,” you admit. “I guess so.” 

“It has to be,” James jokes, “or Sirius wouldn’t have had a meal for years now.” 

“Alright, alright.” Sirius steps out from under Remus’ arm, walking backward so he can gesture as he talks. “I’ll have you know, you’re not so easy to live with either! You’ve not gotten any tidier since we were thirteen, and half the time I come into the kitchen after you’re done doing your saintly work for me to find the whole place smoldering—” 

“See, dovey,” Remus leans close to murmur, “how could you be any trouble when we’re already head over heels for this?’

[a-strange-familiar]

an angsty idea: f! Reader flinches during a steamy (not THAT kind of steamy) argument (bonus points for subspace) ends in fluff maybe idk, <33 ur work is *chefs kiss* ily ♥︎♡

Awww. ily too. Hope you enjoy, lovie 💗 and sooo sorry for the late <333

A/n : I got this request little over a year back and I wrote half of this and completely forgot. I got a random motivation to write this now. I really hope the anon who requested it will have a chance to read it. ♡

And also I reached a milestone (not a VERY big one, but its special to me) on my followers, thank you for all your love and support ❤️

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It's been more than three weeks since Y/n and Harry spent some quality time together. Harry was really busy with work and Y/n understood that and focused on her university work.

But it's actually bugging her. She can't lie saying that she is not feeling insecure. He is a very handsome man. Beautiful, sweet, respectful and understanding. And Y/n also know for a fact that there are many women out there trying to get in his pants or his life. But she know him, he would never do that to her. But she can't help but worry about it though.

So she kept herself busy with school and work both but she miss Harry, so thought about talking to him and having dinner together.

Today especially she had a worst day, not completely worst but worst day of the month. From the moment she woke she felt off. Something is not good and she had a terrible headache but still she went to college and later to work.

But in college she got a bad grade in a test which led up to her professor calling her to his office and giving her an earful. It's her mistake for not preparing properly for the test. And later she had to face a rude costumer at her work, and her whole mood got even worse.

By the time she came home she was feeling very low and sad. All she wanted was to cry her heart out and have some snuggles from Harry. She misses him soo much, they are living in the same house but lately doesn't feel like that.

She opened the door and stepped inside to find the lights are on, she thanked the heavens that Harry is home early. She just want to see him and kiss him.

She is feeling soo subby, not in a sexual way. She wants to be taken care of and loved. She wants Harry to hug and kiss her tears away. She just wants to be near him.

She went inside and figured that Harry is indeed home and in his office. As every step she takes she hear his voice taking in phone with someone and he is clearly stressed and angry.

She went near the door and contemplated about knocking the door or directly opening it. She decided to knock first, she faintly knocked and the talking stopped for a second and continued.

She waited for a couple seconds and slowly opened the door.

There he is, sitting in his office with his phone in one hand and eyes on the laptop infront him with his brows furrowed and visible tension and tiredness his face.

Y/n sticked her head inside the room without entering completely and called his name.

He looked at her for second, and smiled. It's not his smile. It's not a smile at all. He just made his lip form a thin line and nodded his head to let her know that he acknowledged her presence.

She wanted to call his name again but she didn't. He is busy and that's visible, as much as she wants his attention she knows better that interrupting something important.

She turned back and went into their room. Maybe after a bit he will be able give her his attention.

She showered and wore one of Harry's t-shirt and did her night time skincare. And after a good one and half hour she decided to go to Harry and talk.

She knocked on his office again and but this time she heard a faint 'come in' .

"Hi baby" She said softly

"Hi , love." He said in return and looked at her for a second and got back to his work.

Y/n fidgeted with her fingers and thought of something to talk about.

But Harry broke the silence. " how was your day ? "

She felt relived that he asked about it and that she didn't have to start the topic.

"Um.... not very good actually." She said

He looked at her with his brows furrowed and asked "What happened, baby ?"

"Just not feeling good and didn't have a good day at uni and at work." She shrugged

"Ohh, I'm sorry, love."

"Harry do you think we can watch a movie and talk for a bit. I don't really feel good. I could use some cuddled and a kiss." She asked shyly.

"Um...... " he started .

"I'm sorry but I really can't right now ,baby. I have so much of work. I can give you a kiss though." He said and got right back into his work.

Y/n stood there without moving. She wanted to be understood, all she wanted was his attention and his closeness.

For weeks she has been an understanding girlfriend and gave him space and let him prioritize his work, but she had enough.

"Harry, it's been weeks since we spent some time and shared an actual conversation. I have been patient but I think you should be understanding to my needs too." She ranted all her thoughts inside her head.

He lifted his head for his laptop and looked at her with an unreadable expression.

She really wished to know what was going on in that head of his.

"I know. I'm sorry that I haven't given you any attention in weeks but I have work to do, Y/n. I can't abandon them and look after your needs." He said that last part in a very mocking way that made her wince internally.

She sighed and started "Harry, I think -"

"Y/n, I don't have time for your chit-chat. Can't you see I have work to do ?" He yelled at her with fuming expression on his face.

Y/n was caught of guard by the yelling, and flinched and her face colored with shock and fear.

She was never in an abusive relationship that made her react this way. But seeing Harry yell at her made her pretty sacred and also Harry can be pretty scary when he is angry.

By seeing her reaction Harry's eyes softened and regret was written all over his face.

He was about to open his mouth and get up from his chair when y/n took a step back and murmured a small 'sorry' and left the room in a hurry.

Harry's heart clenched seeing that expression on her face. He wanted nothing more than to take those words back. Seeing tears in her eyes was the last thing he wanted to witness. But he already made her cry.

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Y/n rushed to their room with blurry vision and tears streaming down her face. She wiped her face and got onto the bed and buried her face in her soft feather like pillows.

She cried and let her heart feel the pain for few minutes before she stopped.

She wanted to go somewhere else and give Harry some space, but she can't just go to anyone's house in the middle of the night and crash. So she had no choice but to be in their house.

After few more minutes she heard a faint sound of their bedroom door opening but she didn't open her eyes or peered up at Harry to see what he is doing

He got on the bed beside her and ran his hand down her back slowly.

"I'm soo sorry, love " He whispered.

"I really, really am. Work is hectic and I was going through something at office and took it on you. Im sorry and I know I have been distant lately. It's absolutely my fault and nothing to do with you. Im just an arrogant son of a bitch."

He kissed her head let his lips linger for few moments.

His words sounded sincere and y/n also knew he really didn't mean to yell but it's still hurt her.

"Can you please look at me ,baby ?" He asked her in a pleading tone that she couldn't ignore.

She slowly turned towards him and looked at him, his eyes were sad and regret colored his face. She felt bad for a second.

"I'm sorry baby." He said again as he caressed her face gently with his finger.

"Can you please forgive me, my love ? " He asked her as he looked into her eyes with soo much love.

She nodded her head and gave him a small smile. No matter what happened it's really hard for her to be mad at him for long time.

He returned her smile and kissed her lips softy. "I'll make it up for you , baby. What do wanna do ? You still want to watch a movie?"

She shook her head. "No. I think I want to get some rest."

His smile faltered a bit and he felt disappointed but he gave her kiss and stoked her hair. "Whatever you want , my love"

"Can you can lay down with me for a bit if you are not busy ? " She asked in a soft voice still not wanting to come between him and his work.

His smile grew as he laid on the bed with her and opened his arms wide for her to hug him and cuddle.

Without wasting any time she went into his arms and snuggled with him.

He kissed her head and murmured "I love soo much, love. I will never ignore you again "

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I have one !! One for the road with my lovie james potter <333 im on my period rn and i just know he'd be the best !!! I need a hug from him !!!

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james potter x fem!reader, fluff

"is it too cold in here?" you ask, discomfort drips from your voice.

james shakes his head, it really is not. you frown, bury your face back to your pillow. a groan comes out and james puts a hand on your lower back.

"i can get you another blanket but that'll be too hot, sweetheart." he whispers. he rubs gently on your skin. "what about a cup of tea?"

you can't help your tears. you feel everything too deeply, a normal thing for the second day of your period. you can't feel your legs, your bones act like they are made of porcelain, and you can sense another cramp in your belly.

"baby." james leans in closer to dry your tears. "can i do anything to help? you're breaking my heart, don't cry."

"it hurts too much, jamie."

james coos, he pushes your hair back to see your face. "are you okay to cuddle?" he asks.

you nod. "but i need to go to the bathroom first."

he helps you walk to the bathroom because your legs feel numb. when you're securely inside, james goes back to the bedroom to fix the wrinkled sheets and blankets a little bit. he isn't sure if you want tea now but he can quickly make it if you ask him to. he tries to get some air into the room by opening the window.

you wash your face before coming out of the bathroom. james closes the window when he hears the water running, 5 minutes of fresh air is better than nothing.

"can we have some tea?" you ask, feeling a bit better.

james gives you a long kiss on your forehead. "of course we can." he says, huge hands cupping your cheeks. "i'll be right back, sweetheart, go get under your blankets."

you nod, do as he says. you sit with your back leaned to the headboard, you spend some time on your phone until james returns. he comes back with two cups of steaming hot tea, puts them on the nightstand before he sits next to you.

you hold james's hand, he massages your palm with his thumb. your other hand goes on your lower belly, your mixed emotions curl up in a ball deep in your chest.

"jamie?"

james looks at you. you have an exhausted look on your face, physically and mentally worn out. he wants to make the pain disappear. he wants you to tell him everything he can do to make you feel better. he wants to call his mom and ask her for advice. he just wants to know things about how to get through these a few days every month because seeing you like this, without your usual energy and smiles wreck him into pieces.

"cuddles?" you ask.

james pulls you to his lap gently, your legs are on either side of him. he's able to rub your entire back now, and it's great. you put your head on his chest, his body becomes a huge pillow.

"why do you look so sad?" you ask with a quiet voice, pressed to his chest.

"because you look sad, angel." he replies. "i know this is all normal but i hate seeing you so tired and upset."

you play with his fingers. "i'll be okay."

"hmm." he kisses your hair. "you'll be okay."

you settle down, james keeps rubbing your back until your tea gets a little drinkable. he holds you close the entire time, his palms cover your lower back and thighs. he presses gently, only enough to relieve the numbness.

you fall asleep before finishing your tea. james forgets his own cup, he's too focused on you. he kisses your hair many times, holds your hand when a cramp hits you badly. he can see that you feel better though. it was a difficult morning but he thinks he can at least show how he's with you through everything, and maybe that will help.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

I chose ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ! So, my favorite trope is childhood friends to lovers, my favorite character is Barty (Regulus and Remus are close seconds <3) and my favorite song is From the start by Laufey!

Also, Congrats on getting 1k! <333

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ BARTY CROUCH JR childhood friends to lovers with from the start by laufey

You and Barty had always been close—the kind of friendship that feels as natural as breathing. Growing up side by side, you shared secrets, dreams, and late-night conversations, filling the spaces between with laughter and endless teasing. But somewhere along the way, your heart had gotten involved, quietly aching as Barty spoke of other people, other “soulmates” who couldn’t possibly understand him the way you did. And he, blissfully oblivious, would wax poetic about them all, not realizing how his words chipped away at you.

Your shoulders slumped as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while Barty’s voice played in your head: "She's so perfect, isn't she? A real spark of life!"

You’d nod, as you always did, trying to be the supportive friend. But when his words settled in the silence, you couldn’t help but retreat, the hurt settling in your chest like a bruise. You found yourself slipping away from him bit by bit, creating excuses to be alone, filling your time with anyone but him. And it was like he didn’t notice at first—or maybe he did and didn’t care. Either way, he didn’t ask why you’d been distant, and that stung more than you wanted to admit.

You tried to find solace with Pandora, who was more perceptive than you’d given her credit for. “He’s an idiot,” she told you one night, blunt as ever. “But not a lost cause.”

Her words gave you a flicker of hope, but it didn’t make the pain any easier. Barty continued to parade his romantic woes in front of you, and you just got quieter, hoping he’d notice that the silence was swallowing you up. And finally, after a particularly painful conversation, you couldn’t take it anymore. The ache had become too loud to ignore, so you started avoiding him altogether.

The change was subtle, at first. You stopped sitting next to him in the common room, excused yourself early when he came around, and lingered behind when you saw him in the corridors. And Barty, for all his dramatics, finally seemed to realize something was wrong.

He went to Regulus first, who was absolutely perplexed. “You’re the one who keeps talking about soulmates and other girls in front of her,” Regulus pointed out with a sigh. “Maybe, I don’t know, don’t do that?”

Evan was less helpful. “Just buy her chocolate or flowers or something,” he said, shrugging as if that would solve everything. “You two are friends.”

But Pandora, in her gentle yet firm way, didn’t hold back. “You’re missing the point, Barty. She cares about you—a lot more than you realize. You’ve been so wrapped up in yourself that you’ve ignored her feelings.” She crossed her arms, eyes sharp. “Figure out what you want, or you’ll lose her.”

It took him a few days, but finally, the puzzle pieces started clicking into place. He looked back on your long silences, your averted gazes, and the way your laughter sounded a bit more forced than usual. And for the first time, he realized that maybe you hadn’t been simply “supportive.” Maybe you’d been hurting in ways he hadn’t seen.

He found you in the library one evening, tucked away in a corner with a book in hand. You glanced up, startled, as he sat down beside you, and the quiet tension settled between you like a weight.

“Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was softer than usual, stripped of its usual theatrics.

You looked away, biting your lip. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“Liar,” he whispered, almost playfully, but there was a seriousness in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. “You’ve been pulling away, haven’t you, Treasure?”

Your heart pounded, feeling exposed under his gaze. But you couldn’t lie to him, not anymore. “Maybe I got tired of listening to you go on about soulmates and ‘perfect’ girls who aren’t…who aren’t me.”

The confession hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, and you wanted to take the words back the moment they slipped out. But Barty’s expression softened, guilt shadowing his features.

“I didn’t know…” His voice was barely above a whisper, and he reached out, his hand hovering just above yours. “I was so wrapped up in everything else that I missed what was right in front of me. I’m sorry.”

You swallowed, looking down at your hands, the ache in your chest throbbing. “I didn’t want to lose you,” you whispered. “But it hurts, Barty. It really hurts.”

He took a deep breath, looking more sincere than you’d ever seen him. “You won’t lose me. I won’t let that happen.” He took your hand, and there was an intensity in his gaze that made your heart stutter. “I can’t promise I’ll get everything right. But I’ll try. I’ll try for you.”

You let out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You’d better,” you murmured, letting yourself feel that familiar warmth for the first time in a while.

And as he squeezed your hand, you knew you were both where you belonged.

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"Murder." (Home part two) Simon Riley Ver

Warnings: MAJOR DEATH, LOTS OF BLOOD, anything and evrything to do with murder (dont do it seek help if you have thoughts like this) and uhmm yeah. just rlly bad. uhm...IF YOUR UNDER FIFTEEN DONT READ!!

tags: @seconds-on-the-clock @skauni @writing-with-moss <333

Simon looked over the paper he had taken from his son. He cracked a grin and shoved it back into his pocket. His wife's exes, huh? Fine. He'd let the kid go and take out his anger on them. After all, too much pent up anger turns you into something of a monster to other people.

He heard his wife getting up and quickly started mopping. She walked into the kitchen and quirked a brow up. "I'm guessing I'll have to go through the drive through for my coffee then?" she joked. Simon forced out a dry chuckle. "yeah, sorry. Came home with mud on my boots. Didn't want you yellin' at me."

His wife laughed softly and tapped his bicep. "Oh, it's fine, Simon. Thanks for cleaning up after yourself." and nodded, his stomach twisting with guilt. He forced a smile onto his face as his wife pulled him down to kiss his cheek before walking in the dry spots and as soon as he heard the door slam shut he dropped the mop.

Kids have school soon. Need to cook. Wake them up and get them out of the house-onto the bus. Watch bus leave. Make sure it's the same driver.

He cleared his throat for no reason and started to clean up the mopping supplies. Washing the mop in the sink-bleaching it so it was still white and not stained that dark red. How did his wife not see it? Fuck-sometimes he felt like he wished his wife wasn't so blind. No fuck-shut up Riley. You love her for her blindness to what you do. If she was any smarter, she'd fine you out, divorce, take the kids, get you in the loony bin-

Ahem.

"Papa? What's on your shirt, papa?" Simon froze. He couldn't think-his brain wouldn't think. He opened his mouth, then shut it. "Papa...why is your shirt-" "Don't worry about it love-I just hot home from work. I forgot to change, Lovie, that's all." and his daughter huffed.

"Why won't you quit, dad? I mean...the local pound shop's hiring." Simon felt better-sort of. He lied to his kid, sure...but he's done that for so long now..."Yeah? Well...your mummy deserves the best-and so do you kids. My job makes me enough money to provide the best. No go get reay for school."

And his daughter groaned and walked away and back upstairs. Simon quickly finished up and went upstairs himself. He walked into his room and hid his bloody shirt and pants into a small bin he had hidden far far away in the closet.

Y/n would never find it. He eldest walked in and mumbled something about no feeling good. Something about his head. "Take yer pills yet, boy?" he asked gruffly, Sam shook his head. "Mum's gonna bring me some at school 'round one. I ran out." and Simon hummed gently. "Well...Right then, you can stay home..." and he lowered his voice, "That excuse is bullshit and you know it, Samuel Austin Riley."

Sam just shrugged and the grinned. "We need a plan, Pop. How else to plan-" Simon slapped a hand over his son's mouth because Y/n walked into the room. "...Love." "Simon...what's going on? The bus just left-"

"Samuel, you skipped the bus?" "Uhm...i don't feel good, Mum. Head's banging and-" Y/n handed him his pills. "Well. Take these then and I'll drive you to schoo-" Simon cleared his throat. "I'll take him to school. We need to talk, me an' him." Y/n frowned. "What did he do this time?"

"Don't talk like that about my son. He's done nothing wrong...I jus'...wanna catch up, is all. As much as I miss you an' the others, I missed my eldest too." heartfelt bullshit. Y/n's one weakness in a man. Y/n smiled and whispered, "Fine...don't keep him too long though." Simon nodded and took the pills from his wife, opened them, and gave two to his son. "Only two for now. You can take the rest later at lunch."

Sam nodded and took the pills. "Yeah, alright, Pop." and he took the pills, no water. Y/n grimaced and Simon just sighed. "Loony, this one." Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm not crazy, Dad. Just a little...prone to chaos." Y/n quirked a brow up. "So trying to make a bomb during science class was you being prone to chaos?" Sam grinned and nodded. "I would've made a damn good one too if Vinnie hadn't told on me!"

Simon sighed softly. "Right, get your pack. We're leaving." Sam huffed and nodded. "Okay...bye Mum. Spaghetti, right?" Y/n nodded. "Yup. Grandma's recipe. Your favorite. Have a nice day, Sammy." And Sam groaned loudly and dramatically.

But now it was dusk and Sam hadn't gone to school. Simon had called and said he caught a stomach bug. Principal said that it was okay that it was best he stay out of school for about a week. Simon said yes, write him out for the week. Sam couldn't have been happier. Ofc Simon told the same thing to Y/n-over the phone. Said the poor kid asked him to pull over and he puked-the pills must've been the wrong kind and Y/n was going back to the doctor's then.

Simon had ended the phone call with that's a good idea Love i'll see you soon, gonna take him to see your sister, she's a medic right? plus were just a street away. and Y/n was non the wiser.

But now, they really were at her sister's. But not for medical reasons. Sam was just going there real quick to get the pills he needed for proper sleep and nothing else-like every other month. Then they would head out onto the highway and locate Y/n's first ex.

Simon let the kid handle his shit himself and when he came back Simon put the car into start and said, "You know where these guys live right?" Sam nodded. "I'll guide you...don't want it in your GPS-the FBI can trace that." Simon barked out a laugh. "You really did plan this out-didn't you?" "A little different but yeah."

They got onto the highway and Sam told him to take the next exit. So. Y/n dated a farmer once? No-not a farmer, a bull rider who was a huge jock back in high school. Simon didn't like him. Simon didn't play sports-wasn't allowed.

Simon parked at an old worn down looking barn. And it was old, water damaged and if the wind blew just right it would fall down. Perfect place to park. Yup. He and Sam got out and Simon couldn't help but feel a little...wrong for this.

"Sam. I-We should go home." Sam stopped dead in his tracks and looked his dad dead in the eyes. "Why?" "I-I just don't think an fucking teenager should be doing this-what if we're found out one day? I'm fine with goin' to jail-but you? Yer jus' a boy..."

Sam laughed. "Dad-I've killed before. You recall a girl called Daisy?" Simon quirked a brow up. "...No?" "My point exactly." and Simon nodded. "Fine. You kept my secret, I'll keep your's...but you owe me now, Boy." "Owe you what?" "...Do all o' me chores." Sam gasped. "Your joking-" "Nope!" "Ugh, fine!"

and Simon laughed softly. "Naw, jus' joking, kiddo. C'mon. I'll let you sever his tendons or somethin'..." and you could see Sam's blue eyes light up. "FUCK YEAH!" Simon huffed and said, "Quiet, son.." "yeah daa..."

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"Sam-i said gently-not all o' yer strength!" "I'm stronger than i knew i guess, sorry!" Blood was all over the both of them, they'd have to use this guy's shower. Simon sighed before saying, "Fine. It's fine, Son...just...find something to change into and take a shower yeah? I'll clean this up as best as i can."

Sam nodded and ran off to the upstairs of the house.

Simon was then alone, the guy still alive, he could tell. He sighed. "Sorry mate...but you see...gotta teach 'em young...gotta let them get their anger out, y'know? ...Hm, though you did cheat on my wife back in the day...Not one to let that slide."

and poor guy nearly choked out the name, "Si-Simon!?" before he took his final breath. Simon nodded. "That's m'name...Simon mother fuckin' Riley. and Guess what? Now your old ex is Missus Riley. Innit nice, Mate?"

Never beat a dead horse...never beat a dead horse...there's no use in beating a dead..."SAM, GET DOWN HERE!" and Sam ran down-his shirt off but he was back nonetheless. "Take up yer knife and stab him. Keep going until I tell you to stop. Get all your energy out, Boy."

and Simon nearly regretted the words. His son snatched up his knife and went to town. Rose it over his head again and again and again and again. And again. "Sam-" "no. This is fun!" and Simon's heart stopped, turned cold and dropped all the way to his ass.

"Samuel-" "I SAID NO!" ...dear fuck. What had Simon provoked?

Same wasn't Sam. That much was clear. Simon grabbed his son's wrist and said, "...at least let me give you some tips." and Sam nodded. "So err...stab his stomach for a shit ton of spewing blood."

and Sam did. and Blood did indeed spew. Simon nearly puked. He was feeling how he used to around his dad. Scared. Afraid...Sam wasn't a boy anymore. Simon had let him do this...He wasn't like his father no...he was worse. Much worse.

but then it hit him like a sack of bricks.

and it felt good.

It felt so so So good to have someone to share this little hobby with...and even better that it was his son. Father-son bonding time, it could be...huh. Wow. It was twisted and fucked up but then again...what in his life wasn't? He had even sorta corrupted his own Wife at some point...fuck.

He liked this.

Murder.

[hearts4hughes]

congrats on 100!! you deserve every single follower<333

can you please do halley’s comet (from your song imagines list) with trevor zegras? ty!!

halley’s comet - trevor zegras

trevor zegras x fem! reader

warnings: talk of abusive relationship (doesn’t go into detail), swearing

notes: not proofread!! little quick writing for trevor because i feel like i haven’t written for him in forever

gif is not mine

i’ve been loved before, but right now in this moment

i feel more and more like i was made for you

you never planned on falling in love again. especially not with trevor zegras- a hockey player that could get any girl in the world.

after being in a toxic relationship for two years, you vowed to never be in love again. and you had stuck to that vow for a long time. you couldn’t endure another relationship that consisted of fighting, jealousy, and abuse. your perception on relationships was boggled. you had never experienced a loving, healthy relationship, and it didn’t bother you that you didn’t. however, one particular hockey player changed that.

christi- your best friend- dragged you to an anaheim ducks game one night. she was looking for fresh bait, in need of another one night hook up. it didn’t take much to drag you there considering your huge love for hockey already.

while sitting in the stands, trevor locked his eyes with yours. you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. he felt adrenaline rush through his veins at the sight of you, so he came to one conclusion… he needed you.

you even thought yourself that trevor was gorgeous and incredibly gifted at hockey.

at the end of the game, trevor rushed off the ice, wanting to find you. he had ran through the crowded arena in his hockey gear and crocs- which definitely sparked some weird looks and girly screams. he finally spotted you buying a duck’s stuffed animal. he swallowed nervously before approaching you.

“hi,” he began, causing you to turn around in shock. “i’m trevor.”

you swear knees started to buckle, but you remained to keep composure, not wanting to embarrass yourself.

“hi i’m y/n.” you blush, clutching onto the stuffed animal.

“not much of a talker, huh?” trevor giggles at your shyness. you break out into a toothy grin, looking anywhere but into trevor’s eyes.

“you played really good tonight.” red blush paints trevor’s cheeks at your sudden compliment.

“thank you.” he moves closer to you. goosebumps cover your skin at the small movement. “i was uh… wondering,” he nervously stumbles over his words. “if i could get your number?”

your eyes go wide. he seems nice and adorable, but so did your ex. “oh, um, i’m not sure, trevor. i’m really sorry.”

ouch.

his expression falls. he’s not too used to being rejected. “it’s ok.” his lips fall into a frown.

“i’m really sorry. i just don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship. my last one was really toxic, and i’m not looking to relive that.” you nervously ramble, trying to make him feel better.

“i get it,” he smiles. “but can i please just give you my number. just for if or when you are ready to date again?”

taking a moment, you consider his request. he’s only giving you his number. there’s no harm in getting a guys number. “sure.” you cave in.

his eyes light up like a child���s, and his signature smile comes back. he gives you a quick ‘ok’ before exchanging his number to your phone. you send him a quick text so he has yours.

that night, you and trevor texted for hours and hours. you told him you don’t know when you’d be ready to date again, and he said he’d wait for you no matter how long. his way with words just broke down the barrier around your heart. slowly overtime, he wiggled his way into your heart.

since then, you and trevor have been inseparable. you and trevor were meant to be and everyone saw it.

“baby,” you say into trevor’s chest. you’re both cuddled up on the couch. your body on top of trevor’s while he watches hockey reruns.

“yes, lovie?” he replies, pulling you closer into his chest.

“i’m so glad you completely embarrassed yourself the night we met, and asked for my number while still in hockey gear.” you giggle, kissing his bare chest.

trevor doesn’t respond, causing you to look up. his lips are pouted and eyebrows furrowed. “you thought that was embarrassing? i thought it was romantic.” he teases, tickling your sides.

swatting away his hands, you bark out in laughter. “stop it- trevor!” your words are broken up by laughter and squeals.

“not until you confess it was so romantic!” he yells, continuously tickling your body. while trying to squirm out of his hold, he flips you over. his body now traps yours underneath.

“fine, but stop and i’ll confess!” you whine. finally, he takes his hands away from your body and moves them on either side of your head, holding his muscular body up. “trevor zegras, nothing you can do is embarrassing… and when you asked for my number in the middle of honda center in your gear and crocs, that was the most romantic thing i’ve ever experienced. it was romeo and juliet type shit.”

“ok, ok, now you are over doing it.” he quirks an eyebrow before letting out a wheezy laugh.

catching your breath, you lay against trevor’s bare chest. you let his scent fill your nose. if you could get a candle that smelt like trevor, you would. he just smelt like home.

thinking back on previous relationships, you realize you’ve never had a moment like this. of course you had cuddled with your significant other before, but you never felt like this. you never felt this loved.

“i love you so much.” you breathe out, closing your eyes and bathing in his embrace. trevor’s arms return to their resting place around your body.

“i would tell you how much i love you, but i can’t put that into words. you wouldn’t be able to comprehend how much love i hold for you.” he admits, causing your cheeks to flush.

almost eight billion people on this earth, and your love was made for one person only- trevor zegras.

[starsofang]

Hiii!! I love your story about pirate!141! I have some questions that I was wondering about if you’d like to answer them?

Is this a poly!141 where everyone is together, and their not just together with the MC? Or is it a certain person together with the MC? I’m a sucker for poly!141 I fear and if I remember correctly, that’s how you tagged it, but some people have different perspectives on what that means!

Also, I was wondering if this was a slow burn? As far as I’m seeing, it looks like it will be, but I was just wondering and asking for clarification!

Besides that, your story is absolutely amazing. I’m in love with it <333

hi lovie!!! thank you so much!!

yes it’ll be poly with all of them x reader because it’s my weakness and i love the idea of all of them in a silly little relationship, they’re my favorite fics

it’ll definitely be more slow burn, i have a tendency to wanna see people together LMAO so i want this fic to be a build up instead of things being rushed because lord have mercy, pirate 141 falling for reader but she lowkey hates their ass is so 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

MWAH i’m so happy you’re enjoying it so far 😙🩷 thank you lovie

[inkykeiji]

giving you lots of treats and a big hug today :( ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

amira!!!!! you are such a beautiful, compassionate soul <333 thank you so much lovie, i really appreciate it (◞‸◟；)

the bouquet is so so so pretty waaah and i lovelovelove anything with strawberries n cream (*ﾉωﾉ)

[moonstruckme]

Hey so I just read your new poly! Marauders fic about sa I know you said you didn’t think it was that good but I wanted to thank you for writing it a few weeks ago I got sa’d by a resident at the nursing home I volunteer at. And reading that made me feel a lot better. I know it sounds dumb but for a while I thought I was being over dramatic because everyone said I was because he was old, but anyways again thanks so much lovie I meant a lot to me <3 Love you 🥹💗.

Ps. You can call me Moona if you would like <333

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Hi Moona my love! I’m so so sorry that happened. Even if they’re old and maybe aren’t able to reason through things like they used to, that doesn’t mean you don’t get to feel upset and violated by what they did. It makes me so sad that you were volunteering out of the kindness of your heart and something so awful happened to you (not that it’d be okay if it happened under any other circumstance). I’m glad this made you feel a bit better, and I hope you continue to feel better with time <33

[bunnyreaper]

heyyyyyyy slayyyyy it’s shroom :3

babes i think it’s time you hear what my wrinkly brain has to say about ghost x reader x price.

liiiiiiiiike i would be lying if i said i wasn’t in the kitchen cooking my heart away. in my opinion this concept is a bit excellent.

let’s get into the freaky nasty of it all shall we babessss?? <333

side note if u see this pop up on a blog somewhere, yes it’s be babes, it is me <//3

sauuurrr i’m caught between two extremes, 1 where they’re so sweet to you, so disgustingly sweet. i’m talking constant praise, body worship, and pretty petnames. TOOTH-ROTTING sweetness from the two of them.

their sweet little sergeant prancing around all pretty, all eyes on her, and well of course she has her two favourite~ superiors wrapped around her finger. a fateful meeting in captain’s office turned something so so much more really proving it to her.

like i just know they would have their hands all over her. just non stop contact that it’s almost overwhelming. sweet praise in 2 deep voices into either ear at any given moment. mhmmm yumm. i just know every chance he gets, price calls you his “sweet girl” and ghost calls you “lovie”.

lmk whatcha think babessss and i’ll send extreme 2 in a diff ask <33

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I'm melting I'm literally a tiny puddle of bunny on the floor please some rescue me. Thank you for this delicious fluffy meal <3

Now I'm scared extreme 2 is super angsty, but BRING IT ON!!!!

[suugarbabe]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! <333 (No pressure, tho!)

omg thank you so much :(( this is so sweet.

Heres ten on my lovies that i'm always obsessed with

@thatdammchickennugget @finalgirllx @heirofs1ytherin @slytherinslut0 @jayybugg @berryzxx @unstablereader @halucynator @annaisabookworm @pizzaapeteer

[keefessketchbook]

CIRCE SAGA THOUGHTS!!!! ✨✨🐷

OMG I LOVED THIS SOOOOO MUCH, IT WAS SO GOOD. I love hermes

sorry this is kinda long guys and that it took me forever to make

Puppeteer

-the "polites gear up, you and i'll go ahead" strings at the beginning 😭. I loved polites sm

-Eurylochus trying to talk to Odysseus is just so sad and I love how it shows how he is losing not faith or trust but losing something in odysseus that they are going to make it home

-Odysseus is like actually tired and thinks that he truly is never going to make it home to his family

-JUST THE STRINGS IN GENERAL FOR THIS SONG AND THIS SAGA ARE SOOO PRETTY

-eurylochus' little rap moment(?)>>>>>>

-Odysseus' "damn" and "what" are the spring in my step

-Circe's voice!!!!!!!!! omg guys i love her sm!

-Circe casting her spell (the think of your past bit) is so pretty and i love how she lures them into a false sense of comfort and looks like she's trying to help them

-also love the "no i don't play i puppeteer" part

-"this is the price/we paid to live/the world is not/meant to forgive" 😍

-I LOVE how immediately Odysseus is like we gotta save them and Eurylochus is like we've sacrificed enough, don't you want to get home? and Odysseus is like i would love to but if it were you i would save you and i hope you would too. (also when Eurylochus is like "lets just run", i'm reading some feelings Eury has for someone 👀👀)

-also Odysseus saying "i can hardly sleep now" shows how in tune and how much he truly feels

Wouldn't you like

-HERMES' LAUGHS!!!!

-I love how the three gods we have met, two have come to odysseus invisible before introducing themselves (or Odysseus guessing)

-The chorus is so 70s and i love that, it totally fits his vibe

-The teaser bit that we've had is still beautiful

-The piano! the background vocals!

-holy moly i can't-

-"Wouldn't you like to use more than words?" I love how the gods seem to be following his journey and hermes knows odysseus defeats most of his foes but his wit and he knows circe wont fall for simple words

-Odysseus saying thank you and Hermes is like I just want free entertainment :)

Done For

-more strings <<<333

-Odysseus knows damn well she has his man but he still is trying with his words, cutie

-Love how Circe just wants to protect her nymphs

-Circe's high notes 😍

-I think my favorite part of this song is the part when Odysseus is talking how Circe can't spell him and then their banter

-"then i must be a god like you cause i got this root from the ground with my bare hands" 💀 bro is fully lying

-"Hermes gave it to you, didn't he? well yes but regardless" LMAOOO

-Their little duet ♥

There are other ways

-The opener for this song is wonderful

-Odysseus lamenting about his mistakes is beautiful just *mwah*

-Their voices blend so well together!!!

-I live for Jay using the "Just a man" motif/melody for Odysseus and it calls back to one of his darkest moments

-THE PENOLOPE STRINGS!!!!!!!

-Also apparently Jay messed up with the 12 long years part meaning to say 10 but i think that i shows how Odysseus is kinda losing it

-I love how he rhymes Circe with mercy and calls him and his crew puppets

-i love how circe gave in and decided to help them. ngl im just imagining odysseus give circe big puppy eyes

-"problem is this prophet is dead" the low note!!

-loved how circe is still trying to help him

-it made me so happy how circe changed her chorus to be nicer(?)/more helpful

Honestly in the underworld saga, i want to hear the "open arms" motif and if we do, you can find me on the floor bawling my eyes out

Stay weird, lovies <3

[pinkwinesupernovas]

hey lovely i hope you’re doing ok, i’m missing you sm and sending so much love your way <333

hey millie im doing much better thank you!! i hope you're doing well lovie 🩷🩷