mietlynn

[mietlynn]

You know what the say, If you can't find it, write it

Nobody said that but I already have a few ideas in mind 🤪

I need a fake dating trope with carlos sainz🫡

#f1 #carlos sainz #f1 fic #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fic #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader #ferrari

[mietlynn]

I need a fake dating trope with carlos sainz🫡

#f1 #carlos sainz #f1 fic #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz fic #carlos sainz fanfic #f1 x reader #ferrari

[mietlynn]

when you see your little kitty walking toward you at a leisurely pace and say "hi baby!" bc you're excited to see her and she starts trotting a little bit faster 'cause she's excited to see you too. that's what life is all about i think

[mietlynn]

I feel like when I say ‘relatable’ what I really mean is ‘resonant.’ I don’t want characters who I feel are like me, I want characters who have emotions so strong I can feel them through the page.

[mietlynn]

“Faeries Looking Through a Gothic Arch” by J.A. Fitzgerald (1860).

[mietlynn]

“I long to have pretty lingerie, dozens of little dresses, books — and roses, roses, roses.”

— Anais Nin, 1920

[mietlynn]

The boys from Mystic Messenger would never treat me like this.

[mietlynn]

Claude Monet, Woman in Garden detail, 1867

[mietlynn]

The inner circle in ACOSF: you have a choice

The choice: die in the human lands or be locked up in a house by people who don’t give a living shit about you while you’re suffering from severe trauma and depression, and you can only get out of the house if you take 10000 steps which is impossible especially since you’re very sick mentally and physically unless you can magically heal and grow wings outta your ass and fly out of there but you aren’t Illyrian so you don’t have wings

[mietlynn]

Emily: I didn’t know you knew karate.

JJ: I don’t. That was ballet.

[mietlynn]

Emily: I didn’t know you knew karate.

JJ: I don’t. That was ballet.

[mietlynn]

Jude feeling like a ghost in the mortal world and Cardan thinking she's the only real thing in a land of ghosts.

[mietlynn]

I literally cannot stop thinking about how Cardan Greenbriar said to Jude, “I may be foolish, but I’m not a fool. You like me. Maybe because of the challenge or because of my pretty eyes.” As though to say, he suspected her of liking him for superficial reasons.

And then we end the series with him saying, with a smile on his face, “and you love me because I am funny and clever. You didn’t mention my good looks.” As though to say, you love me for me, and you saw me for me. It’s not a scheme, and it’s not pity, and it’s not a challenge - it’s real.

IM JUST

[mietlynn]

he has the prettiest of smiles ;~;

[mietlynn]

Faded Whispers

pairing; vernon x reader (ft seungcheol) 

genre; angst

warnings; ghost!vernon, angst, depression, descriptions of an accident, descriptions of grief

w/c; 1.4k and some change 

13 days of mars’oween master list - day 8

a/n; i have once again made myself cry 

One year, four months, two weeks, three days, and fourteen hours. You could count the minutes too, probably even the seconds if you really wanted but instead you laid in bed with your legs pulled up to your chest. Fresh tears had begun to run over the dried ones as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly. A new wave of pain rushing through you as you picture Vernon’s hand gliding over your cheek attempting to push away your tears. 

His brows furrowed watching you shake with grief and pain. He missed being able to actually touch you. This half touch was never enough and you always shivered at his closeness. Vernon hated to watch you grieve over him but it didn’t compare to the moment he had watched them explain how he had died. How the car had sideswiped his car and how he had, they hoped and assumed, died on impact. 

You had collapsed that day and it took you months to really get back on your feet. There was nothing he could do but watch, until he realized he could whisper to you. At first you seemed scared and in more pain at the thought of hearing him. You thought you were going insane but then you convinced yourself that it was a coping mechanism and began to answer the whispers. 

Everyday was different for you. Somedays were like this one, where Vernon would lay with you on the bed whispering how much he loved you, how strong you were, how proud he was that you were able to do this. Other days he would smile watching you get ready for work or to go out with friends. You would rattle on about your day telling him all about the world outside of the house. He liked those days the most. 

When your phone goes off Vernon moves his hand back watching you sniff back your tears so you can turn over to grab it. His eyes travel over your face while you seem to perk up just a bit. Someone had made you smile. He was appreciative to whoever this person was, that they could do what he couldn’t right now. “There’s that smile I love so much.” 

“You’d like him, Vernon. He’s a good guy…I think if you were still here, you might be friends.” Vernon furrows his brows watching you sit up, he sighs gently when you use your sleeve to wipe away your tears before texting the man back. “I’m sure I would like him. If he can make you smile like that. Is he…?” 

Vernon let the question hang in the air hoping you’d understand what he was asking. It hurt him too much to ask if he was your boyfriend. No matter if Vernon wanted to see you move on, he knew that would be painful. “He’s just a friend, a really good friend. I don’t know if I’m ready to move on from you. I may never be. Everyone tells me to. They say it’s been too long, but I feel you with me all the time. Like you are holding me.” 

A tear runs down your cheek and Vernon tries to reach out to push it from your cheek but he’s unable to so instead it drips onto your phone so you have to wipe it away. “Don’t cry baby. I don’t mean to make you sad. Fuck, I didn’t mean to leave you. I wanted forever…I wish I could hold you for real.” 

You can feel it. His arms around you still, the way he used to hold you. His chin on your shoulder, his cheek against yours as he smiled so brightly. Shaking your head you move from the bed and pick up your hoodie pulling it over your head before starting down the stairs causing Vernon to follow you out of concern. 

He watches you begin to clean up various pieces of clothing, cups of water half empty, plates you had forgotten from the day before. Someone was coming over. He felt the air shifting at his own confusion but when the doorbell rang and you straightened out your hoodie, Vernon watched curiously while you welcomed the man into your house, into his house. 

That was the first time he “met” Seungcheol.

Over the next few months he watched you change. You still had your bad days, ones when you could hardly get out of bed but those were the days when Seungcheol would show up earlier and earlier. He would bring you lunch or just a coffee. Anything he could do to get you out of bed. 

Sometimes he would even find you talking to yourself when Vernon was whispering to you but you would simply laugh and shake your head. “Just lost in my thoughts.” He’d hug you and tell you it was okay. That everyone grieves in their own way. That he wanted to be there for you, be a good friend for you. 

Vernon had a hard time as you seemed to hear him less. You seemed to need him less maybe. He told himself that this was a good thing and that this wasn’t where he belonged anyway but he didn’t know how to move on. He was just stuck here watching you, but stuck was a horrible way to put it. He was blessed to stay here watching you. 

That was until you and Seungcheol got closer. Vernon wasn’t angry, there was no anger in him. The only emotions that Vernon had left was his own grief and contentment. It had been 3 weeks since you had heard his whispers and 3 days since he had even tried when Seungcheol sat with you on the sofa that Vernon remembered picking out with you. 

He remembered how he had flopped down on it testing out how soft it was and your laugh as he bounced slightly when he gave a thumbs up. “It’s got my seal of approval. Any couch that can pass a solid bounce test is a winner babe.” The words echoed in Vernon’s subconscious as he leaned against the wooden door frame watching Seungcheol’s fingers brush along your cheek before they touched your lips. 

He was doing everything that Vernon wished he could do. Vernon watched your breath get caught in your throat and he knew that sound, you wanted to be kissed. He should look away but instead Vernon watches as Seungcheol’s lips press against yours for the first time and he listens as the room goes silent except for the sounds of your breath. 

A feeling unlike what he had ever felt before overwhelms Vernon as he finally looks away. Yes, he was sad, but you had smiled against Seungcheol’s lips. You were happy, and that made Vernon happy. If he could cry he might have. He felt warm? He felt like he could go. You didn’t need him anymore. 

He had never felt like that before, because it hadn’t been an option. A door to his right was open that he had never seen before, making Vernon take in a deep unneeded breath before he looked back to you and Seungcheol as you laughed. “Please take care of them, they are my everything.” 

Seungcheol shivers and glances behind the couch towards the door frame swearing he hears a whisper. His brow furrowing at the sound of a door shutting before your hand presses to his cheek drawing his attention back to you. “What’s wrong, Seungcheol?” 

He grins and shakes his head. “Nothing, I just…thought I heard someone say something.” You smile as he moves to hold your hand, looking at you like only one other person ever had before he sighs. “I promise I’ll take care of you Y/N. I don’t want you to be sad anymore. I know Vernon wouldn’t want that. I know I never got to meet him, but I feel like we would have been friends.” 

You feel your heart tighten before you nod, tears brimming on the rims of your eyes because you know it’s true. Seungcheol is quick to catch your tears before kissing you and bringing you into his arms. “Shh I have you. Why don’t you tell me something funny about him?” 

Laughing into your tears as you laugh against Seungcheol’s chest, you run your other hand over the couch and recount the story of how you picked it out. Seungcheol’s laugh fills your ears and you feel your heart slowly beginning to heal with the help from laughter and all those whispers.

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[mietlynn]

"You know, love doesn't mean "l never want you to change." But I don't think it means "I don't care if you change" either. So I suppose it might mean, "I believe that you'll always be the person I adore." A declaration of faith, perhaps."

– Sayaka Saeki, やがて君になる (Bloom into You), Via "freckled-lili" on Tumblr

[mietlynn]

When "Chelsea Dingman" wrote "I've been trying to go home my whole life."