#you'll feel lighter baby I promise

[deardisasterdiary]

universum säger "loss!" men jag är en hund med en slemmig boll i munnen

[itsamenickname]

Look, I like the idea of Bowser not recognizing Luigi when he's disguised as Peach as much as the next guy, I really do, but I feel like there is a lot of unwholesome potential between Bowser and Luigi if the Koopa King almost immediately found out that he kidnapped the wrong Peach.

[queermasculine]

when i die, will you make me into a leather jacket and wear me? i'll look good on you i promise. i'll square out your shoulders, hold your cigarettes and car keys. you'll never lose your lighter in me. i'll keep you safe. and decades from now, when you're long gone and some hapless baby butch finds me at the back of a dusty thrift store and puts me on, a little worn but a pretty good deal, i'll keep him safe too. i won't get my feelings hurt when he finds your faded name tattooed on my skin later and wonders out loud why anyone would tattoo a leather jacket, or when i answer the question and he yelps "who said that" into the darkness. i promise i won't get my feelings hurt when he tosses me in a dumpster that same night. i'll keep him safe, even when he tries to get rid of me. even when he finds out he can't.

[meazalykov]

filming

lena oberdorf x actress!reader

summary: while filming in london, you have a special guest visit you at work

you're standing on set, mentally exhausted but pushing through as you try to channel the villain you're playing. 

the heavy makeup, the dark clothes, everything about the character feels so different from who you are. it's been a long day, and while you're focused on your next scene, your thoughts keep drifting to lena, knowing she's in london too, playing against arsenal with wolfsburg in the champions league semi-final. 

you wish you could be there, but acting doesn’t exactly allow for last-minute trips across town.

"hey, can you turn around for a sec?" your costar says casually, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"uh, sure?" you respond, a little confused as you turn.

the sight that greets you makes your heart skip. lena's standing there, a playful smirk on her face, with sveindis right beside her. 

you blink, trying to register that they’re actually here, in the flesh, on your film set.

"what the hell?!" you exclaim, rushing over to them. "what are you doing here?"

lena chuckles, taking in your costume. "i had to see this for myself. my girlfriend, the horror villain. you look... terrifying, baby."

you laugh, rolling your eyes. "yeah, yeah, i know i look like i just crawled out of the underworld and the SFX makeup doesn’t make this any better. but it's just a character, promise. i'm still me under all this." 

"thank goodness," lena jokes, stepping closer and pulling you into a tight hug. "though, it kinda suits you."

"oh, shut up," you nudge her playfully, feeling a warmth settle in your chest at how easily she makes everything feel lighter. "i missed you."

"i missed you too," she murmurs, kissing your temple. 

you turn to sveindis, grinning. 

"and you! i can't believe you both came here. you know you’re my favorite of lena's friends, right?"

sveindis laughs, shaking her head. "i mean, i try."

"seriously though," you sigh, "i wish i could come to your game. it’s killing me that i can't be there."

"we know," lena says, her voice softening. "but you’re busy, and you're killing it here. we get it."

you nod, biting your lip. "yeah, but it still sucks."

"you'll see us in the final, though," sveindis adds confidently.

"damn right i will," you grin. "you better win."

"we'll try our best," lena says, squeezing your hand.

they don’t stay long, knowing you're in the middle of filming, but before they leave, lena gives you another quick hug, whispering, "i’m proud of you, you know that?"

"i'm proud of you too. now go crush arsenal," you whisper back, your heart swelling with love as they walk away.

you spend the rest of the day filming, but your mind keeps replaying the moment with lena, that grounding presence she always brings with her. 

when the director finally calls cut for the day, you’re exhausted but relieved to be done. 

as soon as you’re back in your trailer, you pull out your phone and check the score. wolfsburg won. 

you waste no time pulling out your phone to call lena. as soon as the ringing stops, you hear her excited voice on the other end.

“hey, baby! we did it!” she practically yells, and you can hear the noise of celebration in the background.

you can’t help but laugh, her energy contagious. “i saw! i’ve been dying over here, refreshing the score like a maniac.”

“you should’ve seen it,” lena says breathlessly, still riding the high of the win. “it was insane. poppi scored the winner, and everyone lost their minds!”

“i’m so proud of you,” you say softly, smiling to yourself. “i wish i could’ve been there.”

“don’t worry about it. you’re working hard too,” she reassures, though you can hear a little hint of longing in her voice.

“well,” you pause, biting your lip, “i’ve got news. i’m taking time off to come to eindhoven for the final. i’m gonna be there.”

there’s a beat of silence before you hear her gasp. “you’re serious?”

“of course! there’s no way i’m missing this. i’ll be in the stands, screaming my head off for wolfsburg.”

“oh my god,” lena breathes out, and you can practically see her smiling. 

“that’s... that’s amazing. i didn’t think you’d be able to make it.”

“well, i pulled some strings,” you tease, feeling a weight lift from your chest just knowing you’ll be there. 

you didn’t really need to pull any strings. the champions league game happens to fall on the week break that filming has. 

“and as soon as filming wraps for good, i’m coming back to germany. i promise we’ll have time again.”

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you,” lena says quietly, her voice soft now, intimate. 

“it’s been so hard with both of us being so busy.”

“i know,” you whisper, “but we’ll get through it. we always do.”

“god, i can’t wait to see you,” she says, the happiness in her voice clear as day. “it’s going to be perfect.”

“i can’t wait either,” you reply, heart swelling with love. “and hey, tell sveindis she’s still my favorite for scoring the last three games, okay?”

lena laughs, a sound that makes you feel like you’re home even though you’re still on set. 

“i’ll tell her. she’ll be so happy about it since she's a fan of yours.”

“awee,” you joke, leaning back in your chair. 

“you two better get some rest tonight. you’ve got a champions league final to win soon.”

“don’t worry,” lena says confidently, “we’ve got this. and knowing you’ll be there... that’s all the motivation i need.”

“i love you,” you say softly, letting the words settle between you.

“i love you too,” she replies, her voice warm and full of emotion. “see you soon, okay?”

“see you soon,” you echo, smiling to yourself as you hang up. 

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[xuterboo]

Kings of Hell and your illness. Their concern is for you. Part 2 ☕💊🛌

Part 1

Beelzebub:

By some lucky chance, he still ended up in his kingdom.

You met him at the threshold of the castle and immediately sneezed. Beelzebub suspected something was wrong. You had a blush on your cheeks and walked a little sluggishly. Without saying another word, he comes over and kisses you straight on the forehead

Yes, just as he thought. Heat. Grabbing you by the shoulder, with a cheerful smile, Belzebub drags you into the castle. But he leads you not to the bedroom, but to the kitchen. .

There he sits you down at the table, and starting to cook something simple but very tasty, the King of Gluttony says that there is no better medicine in the world than food. It gives strength to the body, especially the human body. It is so? Therefore, before you rest, you need to eat nutritiously and healthy!

The food was prepared quickly. Despite the strange Hellish dishes, or at least their strange appearance for you personally, the soup turned out to be deliciously delicious. Having eaten, you began to feel lighter, and Beelzebub dragged you to the bedroom.

Placed in a random room, Beelzebub will cuddle with you while you fall asleep and actually sleep. Inhaling your scent, holding your jelly-like body in his palms, Beelzebub wants there to be more moments like this

Part of the dialogue:

Bael: Damn... Why did you promise to come today, but now you don’t answer?? Have you put your phone on silent again? I hope he didn't forget about his promise...

«He angrily walks past the open door and suddenly stops, noticing a familiar bright spot out of the corner of his eye. Walking into the room, Bael's eyebrows rise. He sees Belzebub and MC sleeping peacefully on the bed. Sighing heavily, he smiles, closing the door»

Bael: Well... I'm glad he's here

Bonus: (I can't help but add this)

«Belzebub feeds you his own soup. Straight from the spoon, like a baby. MC expresses slight dissatisfaction because of this»

Beelzebub: Okay then. Take a spoon for mom, for dad...-

Beelzebub: A. Fuck

MC: Yeah, this is very fucking funny..

Lucifer:

It’s strange that you got sick, because in the Lost Paradise they provided you with proper preventive care and tempered you, among other things. But nothing can be done.

Seeing your condition, Licifer (who is probably well versed in medicine(?) seems like he should), I immediately understood the cause of my illness and sent you to rest. Buer and Marbas take care of your health. Lucifer silently watches this on the sidelines. He trusts his loved ones, so he doesn’t worry about you.

You would listen to his stories from the past, or terrible tales of hell that would hardly be read to human children. You listen to his gentle voice. He is so wonderful that he lulls you to sleep. Lucifer, although he does not know how to properly show his emotions, but he shows it well in caring. If he didn't care, he wouldn't do all this. I wouldn’t call you affectionately “Kid”, I wouldn’t stroke your head when you were about to fall asleep, smiling slightly. Looking at your closed eyes, Lucifer is glad that you are recovering quickly.

Part of the dialogue:

«Lucifer strokes MC's head, smiling slightly. This smile is noticeable, but makes you feel inspired. Buer, standing nearby, smiles, feeling happy for his king»

Lucifer: Well... You'll hear a better story

Suddenly the door opens and Gamigin bursts into the room, holding tangerines in his hands»

Gamigin: MC, are you sick??

Buer: Shhhh!!!

Gamigin: Oh, oh.. sorry..

Belphegor:

He didn't even know that you were sick until he found out from Gusion, who accidentally turned the phrase "I have to go to MC and ask how he/she is feeling". After that, Belphegor was silent for a minute, and then, half asleep, he asked, “What about MC?”

Upon learning that you are not feeling well, Belphegor will order you to be brought to his room immediately. It was unexpected. But as you sat on his bed, Belphegor sluggishly opened his eyes. Looking at you, he blinked a couple of times, and then called you over. Suddenly he pulls you into his arms. He sits half-sitting, and you lie on his friend. Your body is burning due to the temperature, which is why his body seems so cool.

You involuntarily reach out to him and soon you fall asleep in his arms. You and him will only be there for important matters. For you, these are medicines and food and water, but for Belphegor, important political matters. The remaining time you spend almost in one position. Long rest helped you recover.

Part of the dialogue (situation):

«MC lies in an embrace with Belphegor.Harumon sat comfortably somewhere next to them. He purred quietly, creating an even warmer atmosphere. They are both drooling over their 200th dream. Beleth cannot resist taking a photo of this beautiful scene. He sends the photo to the nobility. Someone was touched, but someone (Gusion) didn’t even answer because he was working»

That's all! I went to bed because after this ton of water my brain became like jelly.

It's my opinion. Thanks for reading!

[esotericbluntbaby]

stoner! hamzah x reader headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

mentions: weed, explicit activities

sfw!

- definitely looks insanely hot when the lighter is in front of his face. the room is dark with only his features lighting up from the fire in front of him. he feels the same about you when you decide to light your own blunt too.

- however, he prefers lighting for you. in fact, he prefers rolling for you too. i mentioned in my bf!hamzah headcannons that his love language is acts of service, which definitely shows when you two smoke together. he feels like smoking together is intimate and would like to do the basics for you so you don't have to.

- he puts your needs ahead of his when it comes to being high. if you look paranoid or scared at all, especially the first time you two smoke together, he's by your side at all times. if he thinks you're about to be sick, he'd hold your hair back while you're throwing up. he whispers reassurance in your ear if you get paranoid or sick, genuinely worrying for your well-being.

"it's okay, i'm here."

"shhh, it'll be okay. you're okay, i promise."

"i know it's scary but i'll stay with you the whole night if i have to."

- i feel like hamzah's the type to have the munchies when he smokes. he'd take you through some drive through and order a shit load of food for you two to share, since he never skimps on variety. you two probably end up laughing at absolutely nothing, blasted and eating crunchwraps from taco bell.

- slow kisses and hitting the cart/blunt with every breath apart. he takes his time kissing you. the look he gives you while his eyes are red and lidded makes you go absolutely insane and he knows it; he knows the effect he has on you as soon as he suggests getting high.

- sometimes, you guys get high at night and go to a mountain parking lot overlooking the city to look at the skyline. you smoke and talk and kiss and cuddle and the view is an added bonus to the fact that you're there with him. if you get cold, he gives you a blanket from his car or gives you his hoodie and cuddles with you. hamzah, however, rarely looks at the city skyline. his eyes are always on you.

"the city's over there, hamzah."

"i don't care about the city."

"why are we here then?"

"because you like the city and i care about you."

- hamzah gets insanely clingy when he's high. if you leave him, he follows you around no matter where you're going. i think sometimes he gets a little paranoid if he smokes too much, so he sees you as his comfort. he knows you're there for him, so he needs to be around you in order to feel safe.

nsfw!

- hamzah initiates long makeouts when you two are high. like i said in the sfw portion of this post, he likes the intimacy of being high together. he wants to savor every bit of you, so he goes painfully slow with his movements.

his hand grips your ass as he pulls you on top of him, straddling him, wanting to be as close as he could be with you. his tongue moves in your mouth as painfully slow as possible, leaving you yearning for more. it's an act of desperation, an act of desire; he knows what you want, yet, he'll wait to give it to you. you taste the gum he was chewing with the essence of weed from earlier mixed with the natural taste of his saliva, a taste you're all too familiar with; a taste you crave.

- in addition to being painfully slow, he's also a tease. he knows that you want to go quicker and faster with the movements you both partake in, but he doesn't see the fun in that. he wants you to beg for him; beg for his touch, beg for his agility, beg for all of him.

"hamzah."

"patience, baby. you'll get what you want."

- i feel like hamzah has an oral fixation when he smokes, like that's the reason he does it in the first place besides the goal of getting high. his mouth is everywhere on you, sucking, biting, and kissing. he kisses your neck the most when he's high, leaving hickies ranging in size everywhere. i could see him being someone who slowly moves down your body, marking every inch of you. simultaneously, he'd bite the skin of the marks he gave you and kiss it; both actions foil each other, obviously, but him giving it to you is the best of both worlds. (i'd honestly write a whole fanfic about this)

- i feel like he wouldn't want head from you while you're high; you're high to relax and him pushing your head down isn't very relaxing. instead, he'd want to give you head instead. i think he'd be heavily into overstimulation, and would use his strength to manhandle your legs apart. no matter how much you're shaking, he keeps them apart for him to feast on. he is an EATER. he genuinely takes pride in how good he is at it and how good you taste to him. he definitely makes you finish more than once, even if you think you can't take it.

"hamzah, i can't- it's too much-"

"you can, just one more, baby."

- if you guys decide to genuinely have sex, he starts off slow and loving, gazing into your eyes with the same redness that reflects into his. he whispers loving remarks to you. i feel like he wants to feel all of you, as you do with him. he goes insanely deep inside of you and loves the faces you make when you feel him. he thinks your pleasure is attractive and it turns him on even more. when you finish, the ripples of pleasure is amplified from going slow and deep.

- i feel like you guys' aftercare is just sleeping together and cuddling. before you do, he definitely praises you for how good you were for him. he tells you he loves you and that he doesn't know what he'd do without you in his life. you do the same to him.

you nestle your face into his neck, kissing lightly at the skin, "i love you so much."

he kisses your forehead in the same position, "i love you too, baby. go to sleep, i'll be here when you wake up."

authors note

what's up guys i haven't done my calc homework but i wrote this instead! i've been writing daily, so i think i'll try to stick to writing daily but no promises. it's like 1:52 in the morning and i have school tomorrow but i just needed to stock the hamzah fics for today. have a good day my babies <3 :3

[weebsinstash]

My yandere Invincible posts have been getting notes recently now that season 2 is starting and there's a specific idea I have in my head for platonic yandere dad Nolan x daughter Reader because of a scene from the first episode, the scene from Mark's past where (small spoiler I guess) Nolan visibly heavily contemplates killing Mark and Debbie (because Mark might not get his powers and, he doesnt want to fail his mission) but quickly stops himself and is clearly ashamed for what he almost did

I keep thinking of a specific scenario. Reader is his second-born daughter who is a couple years younger than Mark and you're his little princess and you're just, outside playing while your parents occasionally peek out at you through the glass door/window to the backyard and, you're like 5 or 6 when things just, suddenly change, it hits you like lightning. Things look differently, they smell different, the sun on your skin feels different, the toys in your hands feel lighter and weirder than before, and when you start to slowly squeeze them, they start to break, but, you're smart and fast enough to stop.

But it's not JUST your body. It's your MIND. Suddenly you're remembering all those cartoons you've ever watched, practically every memory you have, every experience, every fact.

Temporarily, ever so briefly, you start to float, and you easily figure out how to put yourself down.

You're so excited you can't even make a sound-- you've got your powers like Dad!-- and you go to tell your parents, and you see then talking inside. You don't want to interrupt and wait outside patiently, deciding you'll go in when they're done talking even ss you're bouncing in excitement. And, you see everything from Ducktape Man to Mom and Dad talking to that menacing movement your father made, where some animalistic instinct inside of you knew it was HOSTILE and, in just a few moments, you're putting it all together, like either some gullible kid who believes everything in cartoons, or, perhaps, someone who just became a lot, lot smarter: you start hypothesizing that Nolan must be evil and has some hidden ulterior motive. Why would Nolan be so mad at Mark not having powers to the point of violence, murder? Oh, because if Mark didn't have powers, he wouldn't be like dad, he'd be a human? Does dad not like humans? Does dad want to hurt humans? Is there any other reason Dad seems to almost NEED his offspring to be Viltrumites too?

Oh, is Dad a bad alien who wants his children to leave Earth and human culture behind for their roots? And if he doesn't succeed, he'll snap? Is it like in those cartoons where the evil father tries to bring his kid to the darkside and the hero has to fight and defeat them even if it hurts?

The whole theory and coming into your powers is surreal, it's inhuman, but it's the new you, the new Viltrumite you. You burst into tears as you become overwhelmed and stressed at the idea you might have to fight your evil dad, lying to your father, no, Nolan, that you were crying because you broke your toy on accident and he has to shush you as he promises you a new one but your chubby little kid arms aren't squeezing him as tight as they used to

You start keeping secrets. You start watching him all the time, the things he does, the things he says, and the more and more, you become convinced. He never stops treating you as his little angel, and you even notice, he's, for some reason, gentler with you than Mark and, as you grow older, you realize it's because you're a girl and for whatever reason he's falling into the very stereotypical role of, treating both you and Mark very well overall, but, also being more lenient with you, telling Mark he has to be a good brother and protect his baby sister, Nolan always trying to buy you little sweets, but, after you saw what you did, your behavior towards him immediately shifts. You try to act the same to avoid arousing suspicion but you aren't nearly as affectionate and, as you get older, you take advantage of using puberty and needing independence as an excuse to put emotional walls up and distance yourself from him, even as he constantly tries to engage and spend time with you

Your family is worried what's wrong with you when you start calling him Nolan instead of dad, you suddenly don't want to spend time with him, your mom, and even your brother. You start working the second you're legally old enough, but, despite how bright and inquisitive you were as a kid, your grades are. Average. As in, deliberately average. You can never let Nolan know what you are. As you age and hear more and more of his comments where you can tell he's insulting not just anyone in particular, but the entire human race, you steel yourself, because you know, you know this man cannot be your father anymore, and you may even have to kill him. But you're so overly cautious about him and anyone else not finding out that you're limited at training options. You can't just fly anywhere, you can't just practice martial arts against normal humans, but, you find ways to make it work. You work manual labor jobs your father scoffs at, you wait until night and/or you know he's off planet to practice flying in one single field where you can see for miles all around you and see any witnesses or planes coming

You are a daughter with every intention of either abandoning her family and leaving the planet, or killing her father. Once you realized that you were an alien, unlike Mark and unbeknownst to Nolan, you're more like your father than you realize. You become more apathetic to humanity, more nonchalant about where you are in life. Suddenly you don't have to worry about your grades or college or things like that because, well, what good will earth stuff do you in outer space? Maybe you'll pick up some more practical knowledge but, really, the only reason you don't leave the planet once you start getting older is literally just that, one you're still attached to Mark and Debbie, and two, you don't have a flight suit and know your clothes will burn up and. You wanna get out of here but you don't want to be naked in space!!

Like picture this. Mark has just gotten his powers and you're heartbroken because, over the last decade your father started spending significantly more focus on Mark instead of you, inviting him to things he doesn't even mention to you, finally shifting almost his exclusive attention to his son, and, now Mark is "just like dad", already starting to get full of himself because hes stronger and "better", which worries you because, you eventually deduce Nolan is some kind of invader who is having kids to be soldiers. Like imagine sitting at the dinner table and Mark is all "don't worry sis, I bet you're a late bloomer too :) youll get your powers soon" and Nolan pipes in like "yeah and then we can all go out flying together" and you just look him dead in the eyes and don't reply. You're constantly having to temper your anger and keep up your ruse because if you're too openly hostile, he'll figure it out, and you have literally not a single doubt in your mind that he'll kill you for his mission, which is funny because you've actually adapted a lot of the "don't care I'm an alien" mindset that he wanted Mark to have

Nolan has no idea why you clearly hate him, why you fake smiles, why you stopped spending time with him. He still remembers when you were a toddler and you were running around, skinning your knees all the time and picking yourself up with little sniffles like nothing happened because you just wanted to keep running and exploring and playing SO bad. You used to be so bright. He had such high hopes for you. Honestly he always thought you would potentially outmatch Mark and be his strongest child, but. Here you are, a straight C student, working manual labor jobs, completely average, and refusing to bond with him in any way. He can tell you're keeping some sort of secret from him, but whenever he goes to confront you about it, you're... surprisingly scared, but, not as scared as you should be, in the nuanced ways one would shrink away as a child being scolded by their parent. It's almost like... you're holding some sort of grudge against him

I couldn't decide which version I prefer in terms of Reader finally being exposed. Maybe you don't realize Mark is trailing you and he finds out and tells Nolan behind your back under the mistaken impression you recently got your powers and was training in secret to make it a surprise. Or there's some sort of attack or disaster or accident where you're shot by a robber or they attempt to stab you and it just, dents against your skin. Or even, you start disrespecting Debbie because you're frustrated about being an alien that can't die and she let this man into her bed without truly knowing who or what he was and you're resenting her for it and you make a really awful comment and get in an argument with her and in anger she moves to slap you and fractures her hand against your invulnerable face, or you have to catch her wrist so she doesn't hurt herself and Nolan can tell by your reflexes that you're not fully human

I also just like the idea of. You're 18 and you make it very extremely clear you're moving out and your family is like, REFUSING but they technically can't stop you (although the idea of Omniman going full yandere dad and physically locking you up so his baby girl doesn't leave the nest certainly IS a nice thought) and they notice, instead of packing your things, you're donating them, getting rid of them. The day of your move happens and you're standing there with only a backpack and you haven't told them Any details about where you're going or, just, ANYTHING, and Nolan is looking at you like a big sad hound dog "can't I at least drive you 🥺" and you're like " :) no that's OK, I've got my own ride" AND JUST FLYING AWAY. I just think it'd be extremely relatable and hilarious if you keep up the ruse for so many years and you finally blow your cover because you lose your temper or because you've been hurt emotionally. Nolan tries to ground you, "March upstairs right now young lady!" and you're just like "march?" As you start levitating away just to spite him and he's picking his jaw off the floor. Mark sees you acting out one day "You're just jealous because dad likes spending time with me over you and you don't have any powers" and youre so hurt at seeing your big brother who you've been wanting to protect all this time become a pawn of your father that you just start hovering in the air right then and there, "you can have dad. You can have everything. I'm not even staying on this planet anymore"

I dunno, I kinda like the idea of Reader being this kind of, you know, still kind and all that, but a really almost, inhuman figure in the sense that your specific alien genetics or mutation causes you to kind of snap onto Genius Mode and you become sort of this calculating detached figure who pretends to be human and is openly hateful to your entire family because, as you see it, you're on your own and don't need or want them, you're different than them, your mental abilities are different even from Nolan's, and, meanwhile, said superhero is desperate to find out why his little girl hates her Daddy so much. He's still, you know, got that Viltrum in him, but Debbie and Earth has drawn out more of his humanity and he does love you, he does want you in his life, and it HURTS for you to reject him

But then he finds out about your powers and. Suddenly you're just supposed to magically forget how he started pushing you away too as he wants to bond with you again, teach you, train you. He has no idea he's proving your years of theories right as, he is overjoyed at discovering you have powers, like, you very clearly detect the "oh thank GOD you're not ACTUALLY a lowly human" energy oozing off of him and you realize you were right all along, you really were never more than just an extension of this narcissistic man from his freak species of savages, that he came to Earth with ulterior motives and it's dangerous for you to continue to be around him

You can try to pull away from him all you want, but even if he never found out about your powers, Nolan won't ever let you slip through his fingers. He knows how heartless and cruel this galaxy can be, and, if you're really truly such a fragile little eggshell of a human, then, clearly you need your doting dad looking after you until you're a little old lady passing away of old age while he looks exactly the same as the day you were born. But. That's not what's going to happen because even if that scenario came to pass he would quickly see that you aren't aging. There's no way you can fake that.

I just imagine a Reader who hardens herself into a true soldier and starts planning for the day you kill your father. You lure him out one day into a certain area and you jump him with like Homura vs Walpurgisnacht levels of preparation, hurling all sorts of materials and chemicals and objects at him, testing what works yet nothing does, coming at him with all sorts of different attacks and techniques you've had to teach yourself and pick up on your own, but, he's older than you, FAR older, and much more experienced, and he finally has to do something he hates and punches you in the gut so hard it makes you collapse and start throwing up but, he's just. POSITIVELY EUPHORIC. you just tried to kill your own father at like 17, 18, 20 years old and he's standing here "I KNEW IT, I knew you were special! Did you plan all this? Wow! you even tried to pierce my heart! where did you even get explosives from, did you make these?" Like he's THRILLED at the absolute sheer brutality, like, you just tried to KILL HIM kill him and he's like "Awwww I'm so proud 🥰🥰🥰 my little baby girl is a true viltrumite" and now YOU'RE FUCKED because now he loves you more than ever and, he was lowkey becoming massively depressed at the idea of outliving you, losing you, having to see you die, and now he doesn't have to, so. Now he can have both of his kids for rhe next hundreds and thousands of years 🥰 he has so many things he wants to show and teach you, so, now that he's seen how truly capable you are, it's time to start your training, but also, making up for all that lost bonding time you spent pushing dear old dad away ❤️

[hoasvuon]

5:21 PM

you never used to believe in the idea of "fate" but if any day was going to prove you wrong, it was today.

the stars had (in the absolute worst way possible) lined up in a way that made even you question the irony of it all. not only were you late to work today, you had run straight over a puddle on the walk to work: ruining your shoes, soaking your socks, and staining your skirt. then at work, you somehow managed to delete the entire file that you had spent two painstakingly long hours trying to format, only for your mouse to slip and click 'delete file' instead of 'save file'. and the icing on the cake, you realized that you hadn't remembered to grab anything to eat for lunch on the way out of the door this morning. all in all, this all added up to result in a very sad, sad day.

you couldn't believe your luck (or lack of it).

but finally, you reached the end of your workday. softly sighing, you logged out of your computer, and began packing up your stuff before noticing your phone screen light up with a text notification.

baby jun 🐱:

are you getting off work now ?

i got off work early today ! i'll meet you outside your office and we can walk home together (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)and i got you a surprise !

your eyes widened as you read the message on your phone, a small glimmer of delight breaking through the cloud of misfortune that had hung over your day. you never knew how, but your boyfriend somehow was always the one person who seemed to have a knack for turning your gloomy days around.

a smile crept onto your face as you quickly replied:

"yes, just finished! i'll meet you outside baby !

you packed up your belongings in a hurry, eager to escape the your desk and the day that seemed determined to test your patience at every turn. as you walked out of the office building, you couldn't help but your mood slowly get lighter.

sure enough, as you emerged from the building, you spotted junhui waiting for you with a bright smile. he held out a cardboard boxhis right hand, the aroma wafting through the air as you got closer, letting you know it was your favorite earl grey pastries from a bakery you often frequented across the street.

taking light steps up to meet him, you opened your arms to wrap around his shoulders, resting your face in the nook of his neck, feeling his arms wrap around your body as he placed a soft kiss on the side of your head.

"tough day?" he asked, sympathy in his eyes as he began to pat your back in a soothing manner.

you chuckled, realizing how understated that question was, before pulling back to look him in the eyes. "you have no idea. it's like the entire universe decided to play a prank on me today."

"well, consider this the universe's way of making it up to you," he replied, before turning and linking his free hand with yours. "let's walk home together, and i promise by the time we get there, i'll make sure you'll forget all about your terrible day."

as the two of you strolled together, the weight of the day began to lift. junhui's company, your shared laughter, and the simple joy of having someone to lean on turned your day's misfortunes into distant memories. you couldn't help but marvel at the serendipity of it all, the way fate seemed to weave its magic in the most unexpected moments.

perhaps, you thought, there was something to this idea of fate after all. because somehow, fate had brought this ray of warm sunlight in your life, and you couldn't be more grateful for the stars aligning in the best and most unexpected way.

[writingforstraykids]

I need a hug - Chanlix edition

Pairing: Chanlix

Word Count: 563

Summary: In need of comfort, Felix searches for Chan, the only one able to give him just that.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, cuddles, soft!chan, soft!felix

A/N: Have fun reading🤭@miuracha

Minchan edition

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Felix's knock on Chan's door is barely audible, lost in the quiet of the late night. Immersed in his work, Chan looks up and frowns as he glances at the time. Who could possibly still be up at this hour after their concert today? "Come in," he calls, his voice gentle.

The door opens slowly, revealing Felix and answering his question. His hair is a mess around his head, his eyes holding unshed tears. The dim lilac light in Chan's room casts shadows across his face, accentuating his vulnerability only more.

Chan's heart aches at the sight. "Lix? Is everything okay?"

"I'm okay," Felix lies, his voice barely a whisper. He's wearing Chan's sweater, which is a little too big on him, the sleeves covering his hands. But Chan knows better. He's seen Felix push himself to the brink for the group, seen the anxiety in his eyes, the slump in his shoulders.

"Felix, you don't have to pretend with me," Chan says softly.

A painful silence stretches between them, broken only when Felix speaks, his voice laced with self-reproach. "I hate myself," he admits, his voice cracking. "For being so weak, for being unable to handle it all."

Chan stands up quickly, closing the distance between them. He places his hands on Felix's shoulders, feeling his muscles tense. "But I love you," Chan says firmly, his eyes locking with Felix's. "Your strength, your vulnerability, all of it."

Felix looks up, his eyes searching Chan's. "I'm just so tired, Chan. I can't find peace, not even in sleep."

"Let me help," Chan offers, his voice growing soothing. He pulls Felix into a hug, kissing his head. Felix's body trembles with suppressed sobs, his arms wrapping tightly around Chan.

Chan holds him close, rocking him gently in his arms. He whispers words of comfort, of love, of understanding. Slowly, Felix's breathing evens out, his body relaxing in Chan's embrace.

"You're not alone in this," Chan murmurs, his lips brushing against Felix's hair. "I'm here, always."

In the safety of Chan's arms, Felix allows himself a moment of weakness, his heart aching with a mix of sorrow and love. "Thank you," he whispers, the weight of his world slightly lighter in the presence of someone who understands and cares. Who loves him. 

"You'll be okay, baby?" Chan asks gently, and Felix's hold on him tightens as if he's afraid he'd let go too soon. 

"Can I stay tonight? I know you're working and have stuff to do-" he starts and gets cut off by Chan pulling back. 

"Of course you can, sunshine," he says sweetly and cups his cheek, kissing his forehead. "Work is never more important than you, okay?" 

"Okay," he whispers, eyes brimming with fresh tears spilling down his cheeks before he can do anything about it. 

"I love you so much, never doubt that," Chan whispers back and cups his face, soothingly brushing his thumbs against his cheekbones. 

"I love you too, Channie," he smiles through tears, and they sink deeper into each other's eyes before their lips meet. Felix's fingers find the hem of Chan's shirt, curling up and holding onto him. "Thank you for always being there for me." 

Chan just holds him tighter, a silent promise in his embrace. In this moment, Felix finds a sliver of peace, a reminder that even in his darkest times, he is loved.

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[partially-controlled-chaos]

Little WIP Wednesday

Decided to go ahead and do a little WIP Wednesday for chapter 3 of New Life Shall Prosper since I had a chunk of it written already. Couldn't post too much without spoiling much of the chapter so it's just a little one.

Thank you SO much to everyone that's read both chapters that are up so far and have been loving on it! I can't express how much I appreciate it and hope you'll enjoy this as well! Little more angsty than normal, but there's fluff for this chapter I promise.

You can find chapter 1 here. You can also find the newly posted chapter 2 here.

As the children murmured amongst themselves about what you had shared of your story so far, your breath hitched. A sharp, unfamiliar sensation shot across your lower abdomen; not exactly painful but surprising enough to catch you off guard. It wasn’t a movement from the child or a rumble from something you had eaten, but something else you couldn’t quite place. You lightly pressed your fingers against the source of the discomfort and adjusted yourself in your seat, hoping the change in position would take away the feeling. The pressure and seating changed helped for a few moments, allowing you to recompose yourself, but when another wave made its way across again, you realized what you were experiencing; a contraction.

“Please, little one,” you whispered, “just wait a little longer. Just a few more days, please, my little love.” Your hand rested along the tender spot of your belly as you pleaded with your child, begging them to wait until Halsin’s return. Another mild contraction rippled across, seemingly lighter this time. You prayed to the Oak Father that this was simply false labor and could still be allotted a few more days to wait for Halsin. He had been gone much longer than the promised ten-day and your faith in him returning in time for the birth was dwindling rapidly. 

You also offered a quick, silent prayer to Silvanus that Halsin would return and soon. He needed to be here; he deserved it. Halsin had expressed his excitement about the child to you in the months prior, the smile on his face had never been so big as he spoke of wanting to hold the baby in his arms with you by his side. He had also confided that he never realized just how badly he wanted a child of his own until he had figured out that you were pregnant. Centuries of duty and responsibility had barred him from starting his own little family, and given that he was the only surviving member of his family, he had come to terms with being the last of his line. But now that you were expecting, he was overjoyed with the idea of his very own little one running around.

And this excitement was present in everything he had done in the months since. Halsin put in a labor of love to hand craft a crib from the finest wood of the area, carving and engraving as if it would be his lasting masterpiece to this world. He had whittled toys for the child from similar wood and you always found him carving away when there was downtime and had started nesting almost immediately. There was a newfound youth and spring in his step that had only increased the closer you came to your delivery date. He no longer treated every day as if he was an old man pining for missed opportunities. Now, he was a young man bursting at the seams with anticipation. 

Along with this, he made sure that you wanted for nothing, until now at least. Right now, you wanted him home. Halsin deserved the chance to witness the birth of the child and be the first one to hold them in a loving embrace. You knew that was what he wanted as well. You both had been adamant that when the time came for your labor to begin, he would be there by your side to help in any capacity, but also be the one to deliver the child into the world. He was an accomplished healer so anything that could threaten either of your lives could be remedied by him, but also for the simple fact that he wanted to be there for every step. 

To see nature in action in welcoming the first bit of new life into this once barren wasteland would be euphoric to him; added satisfaction because it was his child that would break the curse of death in the lands. But, more selfishly, you wanted him home because you were terrified to give birth alone. However, given the circumstances and the new pain shooting across your abdomen, it was becoming more and more likely that your greatest fear would become a reality. 

Not edited and still needs the rest to go along with it, but at this point you know me in writing way more than I probably should. Also gives me a chance to update the tag list.

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[samiwife]

Cigarette Burns ⋆ ★ (Izzy Stradlin X Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Feels like 4ever since I updated! This is going to be my first angst oneshot for GNR! More importantly! Izzy Stradlin!! Hope you enjoy it! <3

TW: Violence, blood, abuse (Reader discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

You and Izzy have been together for 5 years. You moved in together a year ago. You never knew when you moved in your clothes and everything you own would smell like cigarettes. Izzy always had a smoking habit but you never really mind it. You didn't smoke yourself but you and your stuff now smelled like it. However, weeks turned to months of your property smelling like cigarettes. You started to hate it. You loved Izzy but hated his habit. You would talk to him when he got home from the studio. It wasn't an intervention by any means but you were going to convince him to do it less. Hours pass, and you hear the apartment door open and then close. You turn your head, to see Izzy walk in holding his guitar luggage. You run up to him hugging him. Izzy drops his stuff to quickly hug you back. Izzy kisses the side of your head.

"Hey baby, I missed you," Izzy said while still hugging you. You smiled pulled away and grabbed his luggage. "Where do you want me to put it?" you asked Izzy. Izzy points at the office near the bedroom while pulling out his lighter and his usual pack of cigarettes. You quickly put the luggage in the office and close the door. You walk out and see Izzy smoking a cigarette in the living room. You sighed and went over to sit next to him. Izzy smiled and wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed you on the lips. However, you didn't kiss back. His lips reeked of alcohol and more notably he tasted like cigarettes. You pulled away and looked down. Izzy noticed you were visually upset.

"What's wrong honey? Did I do something wrong? Are you sick?" Izzy asked you while lifting up your chin making you look up at him. You smiled a bit. "I'm just thinking of something," you said looking down again. "What are you thinking about?" Izzy asked still looking at you. "Have you ever thought of quitting smoking?" You asked while looking up at him. Izzy went silent and then looked down. He then looks at the cigarette he was smoking. He puts it out in the ashtray and looks at you again. "Y/N, you know I love you. But I also love my cigarettes." Izzy said. Your eyes watered a little. At this point you just wanted him to quit. "Are you going to quit?" You asked while holding Izzy's hand. Izzy looked down and went silent again. "Izzy, please. I just want you to stop." You said now having tears stream down your face. Izzy sighed and still remained silent. "Y/N, please don't cry. I can't promise. This isn't a habit. It's an addiction." Izzy said

"Izzy, I'm worried for you. I'm worried you'll get some sort of cancer from smoking this much. Why can't you just quit for me?" You said as more tears ran down your face. Izzy was now getting irritated by you always worrying. He rolls his eyes and gets up. And starts walking away from you. "Izzy! Izzy! Where are you going?" You scream out. You get up from where you were sitting and grab Izzy's wrist. Izzy whips around and pushes you away. Izzy is never like this. "Y/N, leave me alone." He said, "Izzy please, let's just talk." You said grabbing his wrist again. Izzy angered at this point, grabs the lit cigarette from the ashtray and forcefully pushes it to your skin. You scream from the burning. You let go of his arm. Izzy stood there, looking down at you holding your wrist in pain. Izzy was shocked at his actions. He didn't say a word, he just ran out the door. You were full-on crying at this point.

You thought Izzy loved you. Why would he hurt you like this? You got up and walked to the bathroom to fix yourself. The burn was red and some skin was burned off. You washed the wound with cold water, then you grabbed the bandaids from the cupboard and wrapped them over your burn. You wiped the tears off your face, you were still shaking from what happened. You walked to the living room where the ashtray was. You saw the cigarette that burned you. You picked it up and tossed it in the garbage. Then you took the whole ashtray and threw it in the garbage. You then sat on the couch just sitting there. Hours passed, and Izzy wasn't home. It was almost midnight. You just wanted to see him again. You were worried about him. You went over to the phone and dialed the number of Axl. The phone rang twice, and then Axl picked up. Axl was clearly still awake but he still sounded tired.

"Hey Axl, it's Y/N. I'm just calling to ask if Izzy is with you?" You asked hoping Izzy was there. "Yeah, Izzy is here. Do you want to talk to him?" Axl asked. "Yes please." You said immediately. You can hear the phone being passed off to Izzy. There was a brief silence. Then you heard Izzy clear his throat to say something. "Hey, baby," Izzy said over the phone. Tears fell from your eyes yet again, but this time you were happy to at least hear from him. "Izzy please come home, I promise I won't bother you with smoking ever again." You said desperate to have him home. "Baby, I'll be home in 15 minutes," Izzy said while you cried silently. You hung up and went over to the couch to sit. 15 minutes passed and you heard the door open. It was Izzy walking in. You ran up to him, and he hugged you hard. But one thing you noticed about him was his smell. He didn't smell like cigarettes this time but instead, he smelled clean like laundry. You pulled away.

"Izzy, I am so sorry for upsetting you and everything I said I don't mean-" You were interrupted by Izzy pulling you in and pressing his lips against yours. His lips didn't taste like cigarettes, he tasted fresh and minty. You assumed he had just brushed his teeth. You pulled away again and looked at him. His green eyes sparkled in the dimly lit lights of your guy's apartment.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for hurting you. Not just emotionally but physically. I should never burned you with the cigarette. I don't know how you can forgive me. If you even want to be with me still. I'll go to rehab and I'll quit for you to stay with me." Izzy said his eyes watering. You cried at the sight of your boyfriend crying. Izzy was never emotional. You were always the emotional one in the relationship so seeing Izzy cry made your heart hurt. You hugged Izzy and stroked his hair.

"Izzy, you are a mess. But you are my mess. We can sort out our problems together. That's what couples do for each other. You can hurt me sometimes but we can work things out. I love you no matter what." You said in his ear as you still hugged him. You hear Izzy sniff and you can also feel his tear stain the shirt you were wearing. Izzy pulled away and held your hand. You wiped his tears and kissed him.

"I love you Jeffrey Dean Isbell and nothing can change that." You said while looking into his eyes. the same eyes you fell in love with when you first met him. "I love you too Y/N, you'll always be my girl," Izzy said while smiling. The two of you walked to the sofa and fell asleep in each other's arms until the next morning.

[werewolfsmile]

I've been sick all week, which unfortunately means no writing from me, but I did want to say that my top two contending names for the Eliot-adopts-Molly fic are:

1) "The Accidental Baby Acquisition Job" and

2) "The Feed the Birds Job"

The ABA Job obviously coming from the AO3 tag, and would probably have a more light hearted, shenanigans driven vibe

Meanwhile The FTB Job comes from the Mary Poppins lullaby about how it only takes a little to help those who can't help themselves, and how you will be rewarded with blessings for generously caring. This would probably delve more into interpersonal relationships and involve introspection and growth for all characters involved.

I can't really decide what vive I want to lean into.

-- @scotchiegirl

(oof I feel the being sick all week thing so hard, I've been sick too! but I still went to work and it's only now that I'm on a 4 day weekend that my body is crashing and leaving me unable to do all the fun things I wanna do. sucks doesn't it.)

Ahh I love these titles!! And I sooo get the dilemma of what vibes you wanna go for. I had the same problem with my fic, The Picket Fence Job. Originally I titled it Long Lost Sibling and if I'd stuck with that, it would have taken on more of a slice-of-life, comedic fic with much lighter notes.

But then I came up with The Picket Fence Job. And I thought about how Eliot was raised around families who had that American dream, how he dated his high school sweetheart and even gave her a promise ring. And I realised he would have thought that classic American dream was the future he was meant to have. So I stuck with Picket Fence for the title, so I can explore the angst of realising what you wanted isn't something you can achieve, what is normal anyway, etc etc. And I can still have lighthearted comedic notes in the fic, but it's gone a heavier, darker route (which is just my writing in general, anyway, I struggle with light fics).

ANYWAY! COMING BACK TO YOUR FIC! (sorry wasn't trying to make this all about myself, just wanted to share my experiences) I feel like if you went with Feed The Birds, you'd want to make the in-fic reference to the Mary Poppins line? It's obscure to me, like yeah I've seen Mary Poppins but only when I was a kid, so I wouldn't naturally make that connection from a fic title.

Accidental Baby Acquisition is hilarious, but also I would expect an actual baby in a fic called that. If that was something you wanted to circumvent, you could go with something like The Accidental Molly Acquisition Job?

Whatever you decide, I already know the fic is gonna be a banger! And my advice for figuring out the vibe would be to plot the story some more and see where that takes you. If you wanted to go the whole intrigue and potential kidnapping route, then you'll probably want heavier & interpersonal vibes. Idk. It's your fic. You can do what you want and that will be fantastic because it will be unique to you!

I hope you feel better soon! Being sick it literally the worst!

[capuletoo]

Blue Valentine — Thomas Raggi

—note: it’s been so since i wrote something for måneskin…please please request something because i wanna write for them but have no ideas

—TW: stealing hehe, fluff | thomas raggi x fem!reader

—summary: After a party the reader meets a boy with a motorcycle

—words: 1.3k

THE WORDS IN ITALICS ARE LYRICS OF THE SONG ‘BETWEEN THE BARS’ BY ELLIOTT SMITH

You end up leaving with regret. You don't want to go back to the party. In addition, the effects of alcohol are beginning to dissipate: You tremble with cold and your head throws you atrociously. Arms crossed in a vain attempt to comfort and venture randomly into the street. There are not even cats, it seems that you are alone. Footsteps resonate in silence.

“Drink up baby,

stay up all night with the things you could do,

you won't but you might…”

You take the opportunity to sing, just to warm up.

“The potential you be that you never see,

the promises you'll only make. Drink up one more time,

and forget all about the pressure of days.

Do what I say and I'll make you okay,

I'll drive away the images stuck in your head…”

The coolness of the street and the dull noise of cars in the distance take a weight off your shoulders. You feel strangely lighter. Maybe because you are far away from the party, or perhaps because you're disappointed.

“People you've been before that you don't want around anymore…” A second voice is added to yours. “They push each other and won't bend to your will, I'll keep them still.”

The voice is clear and suave. You immediately turn around to see a slender silhouette wedged against a black motorcycle a few metres away. Same black shirt that reads joy division same face. He's the boy with the red chipped guitar

“You have a pretty voice” he compliments. “Why didn't you go on stage earlier?”

“I don't sing in public.” You bite your lower lip, unsure of his intentions. After all, you don't know him.

“It's a shame.” He detaches himself from the machine and advances nonchalantly a few steps, hands in his pockets.

“I didn't hear you with the noise there was,” you said.

“I know, it was hell, we couldn't play.” You remembered how his bandmates were angry at everyone, voices louder than the strings of the guitar, the bass.

“Are there many of you?” You say, trying to convince him that you didn't really pay attention to the small improvised stage, but you remembered every face that was up there with him.

“Yeah, I have bandmates”

“Oh, so you're a real artist?” He smiles and seems to understand a joke that escapes.

“Not you?” It's your turn to smile.

“ It´s not my field.”

“I would say that…” He tilts his head and pretends to think. “Are you writing?”

You nod your head and then sniff. The freshness is starting to feel serious, if you don't go home soon, you'll get cold. “What betrayed me?”

“I don't know, I guessed it as soon as I saw you.” He says and glances back at his motorcycle. “How do you get home?” He asks without giving up his half-smile, a child's smile.

A sigh leaves your lips. “I'm supposed to spend the night with a friend, my father is coming to pick me up in the morning” a tone so bleak that he raises his eyebrows.

“Did you leave the party early?”

“I was fed up.” You rub the floor with the tip of your boot. “It's only one o'clock in the morning.”

Your gazes meet, and you can already tell the next question he's about to ask, and you already know the answer you would give him.

“Do you want to go for a ride?

[...]

The wind caressed your cheek and dragged the scent of his jacket. A fragrance, both intriguing and luxurious, you could recognize the notes of wood.

As you held him by the waist, the engine roared to life, and the motorcycle surged forward , carrying you both into the night. The cool breeze whipped against your face, ruffling your hair and awakening your senses. The city lights straked past, creating a blur of colors.

On his back you could feel the vibrations of the mototcycle beneath you, the ehythmic rumble resonating through your body. It was a thrilling sensation. Yet, being with him, it felt oddly liberating.

Your breath feels upside down, it makes you forget that you have no idea where he is taking you, forget that you don't know the time he will bring you back. Everything is fine, for the moment. You want to laugh, dance and sing. The feeling of speed reminds you of cycling without hands when you were younger.

When we descend, the stars are reflected on the river that runs along Verona. Thomas - that's his name - takes a bottle of white wine out of the trunk of his motorcycle. So you walk in the cool night, bottle in hand. He doesn't think about the small size for a wine or the fact that you don't drink. He doesn't tease you, he's not heavy like all the others are. He drinks quietly, from time to time, observes and listens and you imitate him.

Most of the noise comes from the nearby cafes and bars.

He proposes that we rent a boat to cross the river. I accept but warn him that you don't know how to swim. He makes no remarks, he is not surprised. And even if you knew how to, you doubt that there will be people renting at this hour.

“I will save you if you fall, " he just answers by catching the oars on each side of the gondola. There’s no one there. You can’t help the feeling of stealing.

So you sail on the shore. The noise of the city fades and the crickets are singing. Fireflies appear. They form dozens of small lights that are all reflected in Thomas' eyes. His eyes whose intensity is close to the abyss. You don't see the end. It's beautiful, it's undeniable.

He is calm too, and his half smile is similar to that of a child. You have never seen anyone like this boy before. His smell embalmed the air again and you want to fill your lungs with it. He is still stoned, which dilates his pupils in an exaggerated way. He begins to hum a melody and the sound of his voice transports you elsewhere.

“Are you writing song right now?” He asks suddenly.

“It happens sometimes” You said, keeping your eyes closed.

“Give me a title you wrote.” His voice is getting closer.

“Blue Valentine.”

“I love it” His breath is mentholated and your eyelids remain closed. “What is it about?”

Now you feel him distinctly, his smell. It surrounds you like a halo, you bathe right in it: you are in Paradise. And the sound of his voice, it is almost made up of material, you can almost feel it.

“From a slightly chaotic girl. Of a love that is not enough.” You refuse to open your eyes, you don't know why, you have the impression that they are welded. His face on yours. A warm breath hugs your cheeks. You feel it very close, very close.

“And what is the last verse?” He moves his lips while talking, and touches yours.

“The bread will be my redemption.” His lips gently and voluptuously crush on yours. You can feel a smile and wonder if it's about the kiss or if he's making fun of the last verse.

An electric current runs through and gently ignites. His lips are delicately sweet. The contact does not last more than a second but it is enough to turn your head. Colors dance under your eyelids, his mouth is like two petals. He marries mine perfectly. So perfect that it's almost unreal.

Your eyes are open: he is only a few centimeters from you and his look is so intense that you feel something melting. His face is too perfect, he's too close, you are going to erupt. His blonde locks, his smell is too stunning, even his Adam's apple seems to make you look.

Without a word, Thomas leans in once again, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the electric embrace. It feels like a spark igniting a fire within you, a rush of emotions surging through your veins.

As the kiss lingers, you feel a warmth spreading throughout your body. It's not just the physical contact but also the emotional connection that seems to be growing stronger with each passing second. In this moment, you forget about the regrets and disappointments of the party.

When you finally break apart, a sense of exhilaration and wonder lingers in the air. You both catch your breath, your eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes. The electric energy continues to crackle between you, fueling an unspoken desire for more.

Who is this boy and what is he doing? You look at each other like this for several seconds that seem endless. And finally you put a word about the sensation that passes through you: electric.

[mcavoy-girl]

Come back to me

You're standing in your small cottage, all alone with your newborn baby in your arms, gently swaying back and forth, lulling the baby to sleep. You look out of the window to the raging sea. The sea perfectly reflects how you're feeling on the inside. You look down at the child in your arms, you softly lie him down into his crib. Then you open the balcony door, stepping outside. The rain quickly soaks through your blue cotton dress. Then you hear a knock on the front door, you go in, shutting the other door behind you. You open the front door, dripping wet.

"Yes?"

"Are you Y/N Turner?"

"I am"

"Then I believe this belongs to you" The courier says, giving you a small package.

Then he turns and leaves. You turn the package around, you see handwriting on it. You shut the door, walking to the table, sitting down. You read the text on the package.

It simply reads "goodbye, my love"

You let out a cry, realizing that you'll never see him again.

You gently open it, seeings his wedding ring on top of his other belongings.

You take the ring and turn it around in your fingers. Then you get up, retrieving a necklace from your drawer. You slip the ring on it, putting the chain around your neck. You sit back down going through the remainings he left.

"Oh god" You whisper.

You move the lighter and cigarettes, seeing his uniform jacket under them. You grab it and pull it on. It still faintly smells like him, you bury your face into your hands. Then you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn your head towards the hand.

Robbie is smiling at you. He doesn't say anything, just kisses your head,checking on your child on his way out and then walks through the balcony door. You follow him but by the time, you're outside, Robbie is already on the beach. He turns around and you hear his words in the wind.

"I'll come back to you one day and this I'll promise to you"

The wind tousles up your hair, tears streaming steadily down your cheeks as you watch him go until he fades from view. And he kept his promise, he came back to you again, it just took some time. You got your happy ending, after all the obstacles you had to go through, together and alone.

The end.

[wornkindness]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

i have idk like 6 playlist for amelia, but my main one for her has almost 100 songs because i have a problem. so i guess i’ll just list songs i’m currently vibing with the most

stronger than a lion - delta rae

oh yeah, you want to drag me down / i'm stronger than a lion when the jackals come around / you may think i'm weak, that my heart beats faint / but you shouldn't judge an engine by the car's ripped paint / baby, i'm a fighter in the robes of a saint / pull me through your fire, but i feel no pain / i'll be a survivor when i rise from the flames

daughter - sleeping at last

the sunlight shines a little brighter / the weight of the world's a little lighter / the stars lean in a little closer / all because of you […] this is your kingdom / this is your crown/ this is your story / this is your moment / don't look down / you're ready, born ready

all-american bitch - olivia rodrigo

and i make light of the darkness / i've got sun in my motherfucking pocket, best believe […] i am light as a feather / i'm as fresh as the air / coca-cola bottles that i only use to curl my hair / i got class and integrity / just like a goddamn kennedy / i swear / with love to spare […] i don't get angry when i'm pissed / i'm the eternal optimist / i scream inside to deal with it […] i'm sexy and i'm kind / i'm pretty when i cry

you're on your kid - taylor swift (this is more specifically tied to amelia queen’s arc)

from sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes / i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this / i hosted parties and starved my body / like i'd be saved by a perfect kiss / the jokes weren't funny, i took the money / my friends from home don't know what to say / i looked around in a blood-soaked gown / and i saw something they can't take away / 'cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / everything you lose is a step you take / so make the friendship bracelets / take the moment and taste it / you've got no reason to be afraid / you're on your own, kid / yeah, you can face this / you're on your own, kid / you always have been

history of man - maisie peters (again a song tied to amelia’s queen arc)

you didn't even falter / didn't look back once, did you? / so samson blamed delilah, but given half the chance i / i would have made him weaker too / sirens sounded, trumpets blaring / you walked out oh, without sweating […] the men start wars yet troy hates helen / women's hearts are lethal weapons / did you hold mine and feel threatened? / hear my lyrics, taste my venom […] i've seen it, in the poems and the sands / i've pleaded, with the powers and their plans

i hope you dance - lee ann womack

i hope you never lose your sense of wonder, / you get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger, / may you never take one single breath for granted, / god forbid love ever leave you empty handed, / i hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, / whenever one door closes i hope one more opens, / promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance, / and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance. / i hope you dance… i hope you dance… / i hope you never fear those mountains in the distance, / never settle for the path of least resistance, / livin' might mean takin' chances, but they're worth takin', / lovin' might be a mistake, but it's worth makin', / don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter, / when you come close to sellin' out reconsider, / give the heavens above more than just a passing glance, / and when you get the choice to sit it out or dance./ i hope you dance

tagged by: @debelltio (thank you friend uwu) tagging: you!

[fictive-fodder]

do u have any tips for baby writers?

When I received this it gave me a good laugh, so thank you for that <3 I promise you, I don't know what I am doing. I am wildly unqualified to give advice. The beginning of every sentence makes me feel like a baby writer, too.

♦ If I was going to try and actually be helpful though, I'd say the thing that is really over said- write what you know. Even though I'm writing about gay wizards 90% of the time, I paint my gay wizard picture with parts of my life through the facet of someone else's story.

Painting is a story about an artist falling in love with Remus Lupin, but the parts that I hope make you feel love, are built on the gestures of my partner and those that I wish to extend to them. The vicious and sweet nature of the Specularri's relationship with Sirius is inspired from friends I have lost and miss, memories that make me wince, and what I would want to say and do to salvage them, if only I could.

♦ And now I'll say something that isn't said enough- don't do perfect. If you're mapping out a story, or trying to write a sentence, go ahead and imagine it as fully and perfectly as you can, but only try and execute 80% perfect. When you're 80% happy with it, move on. 80% is better than 0%, and that's usually what you'll end up with if you're too idealistic.

I hope this response is helpful, but also please don't listen to me. Or don't take anything I say too seriously. I embrace writing these stories with a light hand and an even lighter heart. The connections and comments I've made from them are everything (really, seriously I cannot believe I get love notes and I cherish them), but I try to not really have it matter in my life. Special, but not important.