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thef1diary · 3 months

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congrats on 1k!!! so so happy for you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

for the song request 🎧 could you write a lil fluff piece for lando? song: look after you by the fray <3

Be My Baby | L. Norris

Summary: You and Lando slowly but surely realize that you’re falling in love with each other.

Warnings: none just fluff

pairing: lando x fem!reader

wc: 1.7k

Note: I listened to this song three times and wrote this while listening. I honestly don’t know if it relates to the song at all but I’m satisfied with the plot.

Lando was holding all the bags for you while you shopped, and it was getting hard to hold them all in one hand. But he wanted—no, needed to keep his other hand free so he would be able to hold yours as you walked side by side.

Then, you spotted the next store you wanted to walk into, dropping Lando’s hand and while he followed you, his hand felt a tad too empty.

If I don't say this now, I will surely break

Lately, Lando has been looking at you a little too long for it to be considered anything less than a relationship, but every time he looked away, his heart ached, needing to search for a glimpse of you again.

You were picking out a few clothes, holding it up in front of you as you decided whether or not you wanted to buy it. Turning to Lando to ask for his opinion, you let out a laugh, confusing him.

As I'm leaving the one I want to take

You stepped closer, poking his nose before breaking out into a smile, “oh Lan, do you want me to take any bags?”

You reached for them but he pulled away, shaking his head, “no, I’m good. Also, don’t get that dress.” He commented, nodding his head towards the dress you were currently holding.

“No? It wouldn’t look good on me?” You asked as you held it against your body but he still shook his head. “You would look good in anything, but it has buttons on the back instead of a zipper and I know how much you hate those.”

Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait

You flipped the dress and as he stated, there were buttons instead of a zipper like you thought. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise, at both the facts that Lando not only noticed the buttons before you did, but also knew that you preferred zippers. You had no idea that Lando remembered the small piece of information.

Without another word uttered, you placed the dress back on the rack and continued shopping. If you had said something, it would’ve been a little more than what is considered friendly.

My heart has started to separate

During the remainder of your shopping spree, Lando tried to keep up with your pace but he fell behind. However he didn’t mind because he could look at you as much as he wanted without getting caught.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

The next time Lando called you, it was way too early in the morning for you. But the words he spoke as soon as you picked up worried you, “I think I might accidentally burn my apartment down if you don’t come and help me.”

You noted the time, 8 am, and groaned, “why would you burn your house this early? Can’t it wait?”

I'll look after you

“Are you coming or do you want to see my body burnt to a crisp?” Laughing, you told him that you would be there in ten minutes.

You reached in nine minutes, knocking incessantly in case Lando did actually fuck something up, but then again it wasn’t unusual for him to do so.

As soon as he opened the door, you walked right past him then once you assessed the damage—or well the lack of—you turned around to greet him, “what did you do?”

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go

“Good morning to you too,” he responded with a sheepish smile on his face. “Lando no middle name Norris, you did not ask me to come over for no reason.”

“I do have a reason, but don’t act like you wouldn’t come over for no reason either.” He walked closer to you, and you shrugged, “fair, I would.”

Will you won't you, be the one I always know?

“Come with me,” he stated, walking towards the kitchen and that’s where the mess was made. There were an unusual amount of empty pots and pans scattered everywhere.

You raised your eyebrow in amusement then looked at him. “Don’t laugh, I wanted spring rolls, but I don’t think I can fry them without either burning myself or the apartment.”

You laughed, something you were doing a lot more in his presence. When he looked at you with a stern glare, you slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around

Once you stopped laughing, you had only one question, “why do you want to fry spring rolls this early?”

He shrugged, “I’m hungry,”

Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you began decluttering the space so you could work efficiently. Setting the frypan to heat up with oil, you looked at Lando again, noticing that he was already looking at you.

You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

“The things I do for you, Lan, no one else will put up with this you know?” He hummed, “what makes you think I want anyone else but you?”

He watched you cook, surprised at your little to no fear while handling hot oil but he chose not to comment in case it distracts you.

On the other hand, Lando was very much distracted by your choice of clothing. He noticed that you were wearing a black hoodie with his name and driver number on the back. He couldn’t look away from it for the remainder of the time your back was facing him. Then, he realized with a stupid smile on his face, that he liked it a lot.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

Lando was walking you home and your hand was wrapped around his bicep as if it always belonged there. The restaurant was nearby so there no reason to drive, plus that meant you two were able to order some wine with your meal.

Although it wasn’t a date, it didn’t feel like anything less than one. The only difference was, both of you were in comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy, and it wasn’t openly stated that it was a date. But god, did you wish it was.

And I'll look after you

Lando walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk that was closer to the road. The sun had set a few hours ago, letting the moon illuminate the night sky. The time always passed by so quickly whenever you were with Lando.

His presence was so inviting that you never wanted to leave. When you finally admitted the thought instead of ignoring it, you realized how much you didn’t want Lando to just be your friend. You wanted so much more.

“What are you thinking about?” Lando spoke, interrupting the silence of the night but his voice was like music to your ears. “The wine,” you lied, knowing that the voices of your inner thoughts could not be said out loud. Not yet.

If ever there was a doubt

“That good?” He followed up, making you nod, “could compete with Daniel’s,” you responded, feeling his body move as he chuckled before you heard him.

“Don’t tell him that, he’s already got too big of a head.” Lando commented about his former teammate although there was no ill intent behind his words. You playfully slapped his arm with your free hand, only because you didn’t want to let go of his arm. “And what about you Mr. Norris, wouldn’t you say you’ve got a big ego as well?”

My love she leans into me

“The only reason I’ve got a big ego is because of you, sweetheart, always complimenting me.” Based on his tone, you knew he was just teasing but you couldn’t help but think more of the nickname he gave you. It wasn’t the first time he used it, but it definitely stirred feelings in your stomach the more he said it.

“Then my ego should be through the roof with the way you compliment me,” you noted, remembering all the times he said something that would leave you a blushing mess.

“And everything I said is true,” He remarked, and only because you didn’t want him to see your face which was undoubtedly red, you leaned your head onto his arm. Surely, that was the only reason, you told yourself. You totally didn’t want to just soak up all his personal space and make it yours.

This most assuredly counts

Reaching the doorstep to your home, both of you stopped walking but neither made a move to part away. In fact, while you were walking, Lando’s hand covered yours that was resting on his arm.

“I guess the night ends here,” Lando commented once you found the strength to move away from him. You looked towards the door then back at him, “it doesn’t have to, you can come in.”

Lando closed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head, “I don’t think I should.”

She says most assuredly

Even though you weren’t holding his arm anymore, you stepped closer to see if he would move back, but he didn’t. “Why not?” You asked, even though you had an idea of what his answer could be.

“I don’t think I would be able to leave.” He looked at you with such intensity that if you weren’t slowly becoming accustomed to it, you would’ve melted into a puddle.

“Lando,” you whispered as there wasn’t a need to speak any louder with the little distance between you. His hand rested against your cheek, and he tilted his face an inch closer.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby

“This could change everything,” he commented, letting you find a reason to back out now. “I know,” you muttered, leaning closer until your lips were barely just brushing together.

“Kiss me,” you spoke against his lips and he didn’t waste a single moment before closing the distance entirely, claiming you as his and him as yours.

I'll look after you

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jayflrt · 5 months

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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 49. #STARBUCKS_FIRST_WIN

IN A MATTER OF HOURS, YOUR COWORKER PIZZA PARTY HAD TURNED INTO A FULL-ON GATHERING.

Not only had Heeseung and his group joined you, but the employees from Peet’s had dropped by, too. Soon, Chan and Renjun’s apartment was packed with everyone sitting in a circle and scarfing down the boxes of pizza. You thought it would just be Chaewon and Aeri coming over, but you knew things were getting serious once Jungkook, who Chaewon told you was notorious for never doing anything that required energy, showed face.

Obviously, no one expected the number of heads to double, so the pizza ran out soon after Heeseung arrived. Sunghoon took the liberty of exercising his Papa John’s employee privilege to pick up more pizza. It was even better than the pizza you all previously bought, and it was plenty for everyone to enjoy.

“Is this, like, a Starbucks-finally-burned-down party?” Wonbin asked before Aeri sharply jabbed him in the side. “Sorry, I meant an oh-no-Starbucks-burned-down party.”

“That wasn’t any better, Wonbin,” Aeri deadpanned.

“We got our customer connection score report today,” Chan answered, finishing chewing the last of his pizza before continuing, “and we got the highest score in the district. We’ve never gotten a score over thirty before, and today our score was in the eighties.”

“Maybe they felt bad for you,” Jungkook suggested.

“Shut up.”

Heeseung turned to you, wide-eyed and breaking into a grin. “You guys got best in the district?”

“Yeah��number one! I was gonna text you about it.” Although you two were sitting next to each other, shoulder-to-shoulder, you still slid your hand into his. “We were almost tied with Starbucks in second place, so your survey really helped us.”

He squeezed your hand. “Totally worth the mermaid cosplay.”

Renjun raised his voice to say, “Riki, you should give us a speech, since you've been losing your mind over our customer connection score.”

Minjeong, who was sitting between Jake and Aeri, let out a snicker. “Yeah, you’re the one who almost failed trigonometry over Starbucks.”

“I didn’t fail, for your information! I got a passing score,” Riki said with a huff.

Sunoo leaned back on his hands. “Yeah, a D.”

“And D’s get degrees, Sunoo,” Riki fired back before standing up. He raised up his glass of water, clearing his throat. “I was but a mere child when I first joined Starbucks. I didn’t know much about the world around me or the tribulations I’d face in my journey to becoming the best Starbucks in this district. However, today, I’ve become a man.”

(Sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck. “This kid makes me feel like I smoked a pack whenever he opens his mouth.”)

Riki continued, “I wanna thank Chan for always looking after me and being, like, my second father, even when I pissed him off every single shift, or when I used his credit card to buy LED lights, or when I made a weed frappuccino past closing hours, or when I forged his signature to get out of class, or—”

“You forged what?” Chan interjected, distraught.

“Anyway, moving on.” Riki waved off the store manager’s concerns and said, “I also wanna thank Jay for always being on my side, even when the odds were against me. And Renjun, I wanna thank you for always giving me credit when it’s due. Sunoo, you’re the best shift lead I could’ve asked for, even though I’d probably throw you under the bus for your job. Minjeong, I think you’re insane, but I appreciate that you strike fear in our hearts when necessary.”

At that, Minjeong gave Riki a high-five, which was a little too forceful and left the kid’s hand stinging.

Riki’s eyes then met yours and he softened his gaze. “Y/N, we all had our doubts about you when you joined, but you’re totally part of the Starbucks family now. I just really wanna thank you especially for letting me cover your shift so that I could get a bonus.”

Your smile dropped. “Man, fuck you.”

“I’m just here for the pizza,” Anton admitted, “but that was sweet… I think.”

Jay seemed to be wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. You were surprised that his eyes actually seemed to be glistening.

"That was a beautiful speech, Riki," he praised the high schooler.

“Thank you, Jay. I’ll miss you guys when I go to Harvard,” Riki finished.

“Your ass is not going to Harvard,” Jake said flatly.

The rest of the night was spent eating, talking, and watching the Harry Potter movies together. While some of the boys went outside for a smoke sesh, you and the girls discussed plans to get an apartment together for the next year. Since you lived alone, you figured it was about time you experienced living with your friends. Chaewon shared a Pinterest board with everyone to start pinning interior decoration inspiration. You and Minjeong were completely useless in that area of expertise, so you offered to help with picking out more practical things, such as kitchen and bathroom essentials.

You already knew that Heeseung was going to continue living with Sunghoon for the next year, but you were content with that. You weren’t sure you were exactly ready to move in with your boyfriend or anything, so you thought it was best that you two lived separately for the next year. The student apartments were close, anyway.

When your boyfriend returned, his eyes slightly glossed over, you tugged on his sleeve to get his attention. He leaned down so that his ears were by your lips.

“Ask them if they wanna watch the Mario movie,” you whispered.

He shot you a wary look, whispering back, “No! They’re gonna make fun of me. You ask them.”

“No, they’re gonna make fun of me, too.”

“Well”—his lips curled up in a smile—“guess we’ll just have to watch it on our own, then.”

After a while, everyone started to disperse, except for Jungkook, who decided to crash on the couch. It was nearly midnight, anyway, and Riki’s mother had called him about twenty times to get home soon. He was strangely at ease while everyone else was anxious for him.

Chaewon and Aeri left first, claiming that they had to go to bed early because they both had 8 a.m. classes. Wonbin and Sunghoon were discussing going to a party that one of their friends was hosting, and Jungwon and Sunoo immediately shot down the idea when they were asked to tag along

Sunghoon held his phone up to show everyone a Snapchat story of a guy in a Barney costume double-fisting two beers. “Bro, Vernon’s at the party.”

“We’re going home,” Jungwon insisted.

“C’mon, it’s just for a few hours. We’ll bring you guys back home safe—or, like, we’ll try to. No guarantees. If your safety's compromised, blame Jake or something.”

“Hell no,” Sunoo deadpanned. “I have a paper to finish.”

“Also,” Jungwon added on, pointing an accusing finger at Sunghoon, “I don’t trust you.”

“The fuck? I’m trustworthy.” He turned to you and asked, “Y/N, you think I’m trustworthy, right?”

“No,” you replied immediately. “In fact, I was gonna tell Jungwon and Sunoo to save themselves.”

“Yeah, I can’t get spiked today, dude,” Jungwon said. “I have a fluids test tomorrow.”

After saying your goodbyes to Sunoo and Jungwon, who took a while to figure out where they parked their car, you turned your attention back to Sunghoon and Wonbin. Beomgyu walked up to your group after being occupied with talking to Jisung and Anton for a while.

“Let’s just go for an hour or something,” Wonbin told Sunghoon. “Are Jake and Beomgyu coming?”

“I’ll join,” Beomgyu said. “I think Jake’s being dragged somewhere by Minjeong, though. Heeseung, are you coming?”

Heeseung started, “No, I—”

“Oh!” Sunghoon bursted out, grabbing his two friends by the shoulders and tugging them away. He turned on his heel quickly, muttering something along the lines of, “Let’s just leave them alone.”

You raised a brow. “What’s his deal?”

You were just able to catch Heeseung’s expression under the dim lamplight, noting how he shied away at your question and averted his gaze. You swore the tips of his ears went scarlet, although you weren’t able to properly discern whether your mind was playing tricks on you or not.

“Uh, he’s probably just zooted,” your boyfriend said offhandedly. He shot you a glance once you two started walking in the direction of his apartment. “Are you cold?” Before you could answer him, though, Heeseung was already taking off his sweater to hand it to you.

You giggled. “Thanks.” After a few moments, you bit your lip and told him, “Hey, so, about the survey, I thought you should know—”

“—that Minjeong sent me the link?” he finished for you, a grin growing on his face. You stared at him, nonplussed. “Don’t worry, I already knew. When I showed Jake the text, he recognized her number immediately. I figured you guys were just being nice.”

“I’m sorry, I—”

“No, no,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “Why’re you apologizing? That was, like, the nicest thing they’ve done for me.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You really turned my life around there. I would’ve probably just been permanently banned from Starbucks by now if it weren’t for you.”

Your cheeks went hot. It was true that you and Heeseung growing closer definitely changed his relationship with the employees, but you could say the same for him, too. You were admittedly reserved before you met Heeseung, and dating him opened your world up to so many new people. You wouldn’t have had all these new friends if it weren’t for him.

“You’ve done so much for me, too,” you told him. “I’ve never been able to just spontaneously hang out with so many friends before. I never even approached people before, and now I’m gonna room with Minjeong, Chaewon, and Aeri.”

He smiled down at you. “They like you ‘cause you’re fun to be around. Give yourself some more credit.” When you two reached the door of his apartment, Heeseung stopped in his tracks instead of opening the door. You noticed the flush of pink dusting his cheeks when he mumbled, “By the way, I sort of got you a surprise for your Starbucks thing.”

“Really?” You beamed up at him. “Hee, it’s really not that big of a deal for you. You didn’t have to get me something over that.”

“No, it is a big deal,” he insisted. “If it’s something big for you, then it’s big for me, okay? So, close your eyes.”

“Okay.” You placed your hands over your eyes, and your chest felt hot when Heeseung moved his arm to place his hand over your hands from behind, too. Your back was against his chest, and you could almost make out how fast his heart was beating. After you heard the sound of the door being unlocked, Heeseung took small steps forward to get you to walk inside. “Ow. You stepped on my heel.”

“My bad. Step on my feet.”

You did as he said and proceeded to laugh as Heeseung awkwardly walked you further into his apartment after shutting the door behind him. You leaned back against his chest and stumbled a little once he had you step off of his feet.

“Okay, stay right there,” he instructed, “and keep your eyes closed!”

You swayed back and forth as you waited for him to return. He didn’t take very long, but you were brimming with anticipation. You stilled once you realized he was right in front of you again. You were just about to remove your hands when Heeseung stopped you again.

“Don’t!” he warned, and then asked, “Remember when I stole that baby goat for you?”

Your smile was quickly replaced with a disapproving frown. “Lee Heeseung, do not tell me you still have the baby goat.”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I miss him every day, though. But… I remembered you said something about how it would be nice if we raised a pet together one day, and I know we’re not living together yet or anything, but I thought it’d be nice to share… something…” He trailed off, clearly flustered. “Er, so—yeah, you can open your eyes now.”

You removed your hands and a gasp fell from your lips almost immediately.

Nestled in Heeseung’s palms was the cutest baby kitten you had ever seen. You cooed as you reached over to stroke its plush, white fur. The mewl that came from the kitten nearly had you falling to your knees from how adorable it was.

“He’s a Ragdoll,” he told you. “I thought we could parent him together.”

Heeseung let you hold the kitten in your hands, and you held him close to your chest and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I could seriously kiss you right now,” you breathed out.

“Don’t kiss me yet.” He grinned. “I have something else for you.”

You could’ve died of happiness on the spot. Your boyfriend really was completely unfair. How could he spoil you this much and expect you not to combust?

Heeseung dug into his pockets for a moment before pulling out a silver key. You were confused as he took the kitten back from you and placed the key in your hands. After you weighed it in your palm and inspected it for a moment, the dots started connecting in your head. You could almost feel the tears threatening to well up in your eyes.

“That’s our spare key to the apartment. It’s all yours,” he said. “I talked to Sunghoon about it, obviously, and he was totally chill with you having a key to our place. You can come by whenever you want, and you don’t need to wait for me to get out of class if you wanna come over and see our cat.”

“Heeseung,” you murmured, “I don’t know what to say.”

He seemed to visibly panic. “It’s totally cool if you don’t want it. I wasn’t sure if I was moving too fast with that or not, uh… Sunghoon and I just keep it under the doormat if we accidentally get locked out, so it’s really not—”

“I love you,” you breathed out.

His eyes grew wide.

He quickly became a stuttering mess, scrambling to fit words together into a sentence, but nothing was coming out coherently. You almost wanted to laugh because his distress was so cute, but you decided to show him how you felt instead.

The words died on his lips as soon as you wrapped your arms around Heeseung’s neck and kissed his disquiet away. And this time, it felt like you were able to pour your entire heart into that one kiss because there was something that stirred deep within your heart as your lips moved against Heeseung’s soft ones.

You never thought one person could move your heart like this, never thought someone could make you feel like you were made of magic, but Heeseung managed to wriggle his way into your heart so effortlessly. One of his hands moved to hold the back of your neck, deepening the kiss slowly—at your own pace.

When you two finally pulled away after what felt like forever, Heeseung didn’t pull away from you. His nose nudged yours, then grazed your cheek, peppering several more chaste kisses to your lips before you were a giggling and blushing mess.

Your boyfriend grinned. “I love you, too, Y/N.”

It was then when your kitten mewled from where it was resting on Heeseung’s free hand, seemingly wanting attention. You stared at it for a moment before realization dawned across your face.

“Yoshi!” you exclaimed. “We should name him Yoshi.”

He gasped. “I wanted to name him something Mario-themed! But I thought Mario or Luigi sounded stupid.” He snorted and held the Ragdoll properly again, using his knuckle to gently stroke his head. “Yoshi sounds perfect.”

You giggled. “Yoshi should watch the Mario movie with us. It’s only tradition.”

“I’ll get the popcorn ready.”

He saluted and handed you the remote so that you could pull up the movie. You took the kitten in your hands and curled up on the couch, placing Yoshi on your lap. When your boyfriend returned, he wrapped an arm around you and started the movie, petting the kitten every now and then.

And after your umpteenth rewatch, you were definitely going to brag about your new kitten to all your friends; you were going to start looking into applying for apartments for you, Minjeong, Chaewon, and Aeri to move into; and, most importantly, you were going to tell Heeseung you loved him over and over again until there were no doubts in his mind about your feelings for him.

It was around three in the morning when Park Sunghoon stumbled to the front door of his apartment. He, Wonbin, and Beomgyu somehow ended up getting crossed to the point of nearly blacking out at the party. Thankfully, though, after sitting on the curb of a sidewalk for thirty minutes and having Beomgyu forcing Gatorade down his throat, Sunghoon seemed to sober up enough to walk back home.

Beomgyu insisted on walking him back after they dropped off Wonbin (who hardly remembered his own name at the moment), but Sunghoon was determined to brave the journey back home.

He patted down his pockets and realized he only had his phone and wallet. No keys. He must’ve left them at home since he was out with Heeseung earlier in the night.

But no worries. Sunghoon and Heeseung always kept a spare key under the doormat in case of emergencies like these. Sure, he and his housemate often got themselves into crazy situations from time to time, but the smartest decision they had ever made was keeping their extra key ready.

However, when Sunghoon flipped the corner of the doormat up, there was nothing there. He paused and lifted up the doormat completely, but absolutely nothing was underneath.

Fuck, he remembered, that motherfucker gave Y/N the stupid spare key.

He honestly couldn’t blame Heeseung because he agreed to letting Y/N have the key, but now he couldn’t get in the house. Couldn’t Heeseung give her the key at a normal hour, like tomorrow afternoon? This situation was fucked.

Sunghoon groaned and dialed Beomgyu’s number. After a few rings, his friend picked up.

He asked, “Weed Guy Beomgyu, can I crash at your place?”

“Use the doormat key,” was his friend’s curt response.

“Heeseung gave it to Y/N.”

A couple seconds of silence rolled by before Beomgyu answered, “Fine. I’ll pick you up in a few.”

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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ▸ thank you for supporting a stoner's guide to starbucks all this time !! :') it has been a JOURNEY and i feel so so bittersweet about it ending but i very much appreciate all the love and support you guys have shown this smau <3 i am also very much content with this ending and i hope you guys enjoy it as well 🥰 the next chapter will be the epilogue and then i'll post some uncuts !! #LIGHTONEUPFORHEESEUNG

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thefallennightmare · 11 months

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Broken-seven

*credit to me(the-fallen-nightmare) for creating the gif*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, implied smut, mentions of alcoholism and death.

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: IT TOOK ME HOURS TO GET THIS GIF PERFECT OMG! I'm so excited that I know how to make gifs now because I could NEVER find prime gifs for this story. FYI, any gifs I make that you like and want to use, go for it! Simply credit me.

The hustle and bustle of glasses clinking, laughter echoing, and voices chatting about their day was a buzz of background noise while Barry and I sat across from each other at the table. Neither of us had said a word since we left the gym which made for an uncomfortable car ride. I had opted to ride with him, Barry not trusting that I hadn’t had a drink yet today. It stung my heart hearing that he still could not trust me alone or the fact that he thought I would have a drink and drive. I never had and never would.

I used my straw as a makeshift spoon, spinning the ice around in my cup hoping the action would somehow make time move faster.

It didn’t.

Barry had looked uncomfortable but wouldn’t divulge what was wrong. Although, he didn’t have too. There was a bar stocked full of different varieties of alcohol staring directly in my face, tempting me with a sweet taste.

“I’m not going to order any of it,” I softly spoke, breaking the burning silence.

My voice startled Barry, his shoulders jumping a bit, but he nodded. “I know.”

“So stop acting as if I’m going to climb over you to snatch a bottle,” I said.

He sighed while pinching his eyes shut. “Can we please not fight? It’s been a nice day so far.”

I bit my tongue, the sarcastic come back idling away. Instead, I took a large sip of my water, eyes scanning the floor.

“Looking for someone?”

I raised a brow back towards Barry. “The waiter. I’m starving.”

But it was then that I saw the way his jaw unclenched that I knew why he asked that.

“If I was looking for someone, would it bother you?” I asked while leaning back into my chair.

The smug smile never faltered from my lips.

Barry was quick to shake his head. “Not at all. We're not together anymore. Ya can date and look for whoever ya please.”

There were those words again, the ones that cut deep into my heart. I already knew that, he didn’t have to keep bringing it up. I blinked a few times, hoping that the tears would stay away.

“You don’t have to be such an asshole, Barry,” I muttered.

“Fuck, we really can’t go more than an hour without bickering about something,” he sighed.

“It never used to be like this,” I reminded him with a shrug.

I didn’t miss the way his lips curled up into a small smile, no doubt thinking about all of the good memories we had shared.

Silence fell between us yet again and a few moments later, our food arrived with a quick smile of thanks towards the waiter. I, however, didn’t have much of an appetite anymore.

“Do you think we could put our differences to the side for Saturday?” Barry asked, once he finished his meal.

Our eyes locked. “Are you asking me to come to your fight?”

He nodded. “It would be nice to have ya in my corner.”

A sudden flash appeared in my mind of bare bodies, glistened in sweat, as they rocked together and slammed into the bed frame or wall. Moans echoing loudly in the room once their shared climax took over. Without fail, after every one of Barry’s fights in the past we would celebrate by having sex wherever we could find an empty room in the gym we were at. Sometimes it was the locker room or the bathroom. One time, we snuck into a tiny janitorial closet, my face being smashed up against a rack of mop handles while Barry slammed into me from behind. The high that we both felt right after his fights was electric, the sexual pleasure was so intense.

It always made for the best sex.

A reddish hue ghosted over my face, an itch begging to be scratched felt at the core between my legs.

I let out a low cough to mask my arousal. “I, uh, guess the after-fight celebration would be off the table?”

Barry scratched at his chin before shifting in his seat, and when he licked his lips, I let out a quiet moan. With the way his hand dipped underneath the table, I knew he adjusted himself between his legs.

There was an undeniable sexual tension clouding around us yet again however we did what we usually did when we felt it; ignore it.

“So,” Barry spoke. “Any plans for tomorrow?”

“Yeah-uh- I have a therapy appointment in the afternoon.”

He stared at me dumbfounded. “You’re in therapy?”

“First session. Well, in person. I talked to her on the phone last week,” I clarified, playing with the rings on my finger. Something I always did when I was nervous.

He smiled at me warmly. “Good for you, Y/N.”

“You know,” I said. “My therapist thinks it’s a good idea if we come in together. She said it’ll be good for me if we figure out what went wrong between us before divulging into my alcoholism.”

Barry’s shoulders went rigid with discomfort. “Like couples therapy? How is that going to help us now?”

Any hope I had that he would agree vanished with his words.

“Right,” I nodded while looking down at my lap. “It’s stupid. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything.”

He let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Do you really think it will help ya?”

I looked into his eyes and nodded. “I wouldn’t be asking you if I didn’t think so.”

“Alright,” Barry agreed. “I’ll go with you.”

My hand reached across the table to give a gentle squeeze to his hand, an intense spark shocking through to our cores.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, whole body shivering from my touch.

The clock ticked loudly in the small room as Barry and I sat next to each other on the leather couch. There was a huge space between us because neither of us wanted to answer the therapist's question.

“Was your marriage more sex than love?”

I looked over at Barry to see him swallow thickly, a rough hand covering his mouth. It was clear that he wasn’t going to be the first one to answer so I did.

“I don’t think it was,” I said truthfully.

Ms. Rogers nodded. “Barry?”

“I mean, we did get married kind of young and shortly after meeting but I don’t think sex was a big factor in it.”

“You’re beating around the answer,” Ms. Rogers sighed.

Something Barry had been doing the last twenty minutes of our session. He was already hesitant about coming, almost backing out this morning minutes before we had to leave. But he knew that I needed this.

“What do you want me to say, doc?” He asked with an agitated tone.

“Barry,” I warned.

He scoffed. “I don’t see how asking about our sex life has anything to do with Y/N’s drinking problem.”

I groaned while running a hand over my face, embarrassment ghosting over me.

“It has everything to do with it, Barry. Y/N could be drinking to fill the void that she used to get from having sex with you.”

I perched my elbows on my knees, giving the therapist my attention. “I can assure you. I’m not drinking because of that.”

“I’m not saying that it’s the only issue you’re dealing with. You have the divorce, moving back to your home country, and losing your parents shortly after. That’s a lot for someone to deal with on their own,” Ms. Rogers said.

“I’m not alone. Barry decided to stay with me,” I informed her.

Her brows furrowed together. “Was it to help you grieve or to make sure you don’t drink anymore?”

My lips parted, unsure on how to answer.

“Oh, this is ridiculous,” Barry fumed while standing to his feet. “I thought that you were supposed to help her but all you’ve asked in the last thirty minutes is about our sex life.”

“Why does it bother you so much that she asks about it?” I questioned Barry.

He pointed between us. “It’s personal, something that should only stay between us.”

I chuckled dryly at his comment.

“If it’s supposed to be between us then why does Noah know about that night?”

Barry froze with his jaw slacked and Ms. Rogers caught onto the sudden tension between us.

“What night?” She asked.

I looked at her. “Shortly before Barry served me with divorce papers, a mutual friend of ours planted a seed into Barry’s head that I was sleeping with someone behind his back. This friend supposedly had proof because of something I did to Barry when we would have sex.”

“Did you?” Ms. Rogers asked.

Barry, still not uttering a word, watched me with intense eyes.

“I never cheated on him.” I didn’t miss a beat. “The only way that our friend knew about this thing I did during sex was because Barry told him about it; bragged about it.”

“I didn’t brag,” Barry defended. .

“Bull shit!” I spat, now standing on my feet. “You had to be such a big shot to your friends that you basically told the whole bar.”

“I was drunk-.”

“So it’s alright for you to use that excuse but not me?!” I seethed pushing him in his chest.

Anger filled me suddenly, not taking a second to let it fester before I did something rash.

Barry didn’t stumble, simply held his ground. Ms. Rogers went to interfere but he held up a hand to stop her.

“Y/N, why are you angry right now?” She asked.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek and I smacked Barry’s hand away when he went to catch it.

“I’m so sick of him making me feel like it was my fault we got a divorce. Before we even signed the papers, he already had a new girlfriend,” I said.

The thought of them together made my fists curl, nails digging into my palm.

“For all I know, he could have been dating her before we even separated.”

“How many times do I have to tell ya, Y/N?! I didn’t start dating her until after we separated,” his Irish accent was thick with his own anger.

Both of our chest rose and fell with every breath we took, staring deep into each other's eyes.

“Why did you two get a divorce?” Ms. Rogers' monotone voice broke between us.

I extended my hand at Barry. “Ask him. He’s the one that wanted it.”

Ms. Rogers looked at him. “Barry?”

“I was gone all the time filming, it wasn’t fair to Y/N to be in a one sided marriage,” Barry said while sitting back on the couch.

I slowly followed his lead with hands clasped tightly in my lap.

“Did you try to fight for it, Y/N?”

With her question, it was then that I realized I could have fought for us more but I gave up without even a second thought.

“He made up his mind, there was no changing it,” I said.

Ms. Rogers spent the next few minutes writing something on her notepad before she closed it, setting it on the table in front of her.

“I think we covered a lot in today’s session. I would really like to keep meeting with the both of you, if you’d like.”

“Barry is going back home next week. He was only staying for a week, it was part of our deal,” I stated.

But with the confused look from Ms. Rogers, I let out a defeated breath. “We made a deal that if I stayed sober for a week, Barry would leave me alone.”

“How is that healthy?” She gave a small smile.

“I’ll give ya one more session with me, that’s it,” Barry agreed.

Ms. Rogers gave a slight nod. “I’ll take it. Now, all I want to end the session with one last question; Do you still love each other?”

My stomach flipped a few times over as I gazed over to Barry, waiting for his answer. He ran his hands over his pants a few times, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip.

“I never stopped,” I answered with a shaky breath, eyes never leaving Barry’s.

He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his phone ringing.

“Don’t answer it,” I begged, needing to know his answer.

“It’s the promoter for my fight, I have too,” Barry spoke while walking out of the room, phone pressed tightly to his ear.

#barry keoghan x you #barry keoghan angst #barry keoghan masterlist #barry keoghan smut #barry keoghan #barry keoghan gifs #barry keoghan x reader

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icansoiwill · 1 year

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Heart Of Stone Chapter one: Meeting

~Summary: When you met Joel for the first time you didn’t ever think it would become the journey it has. He’s changed you and you have changed him. Was it for the better? Maybe. Was he hinging something from you? Possible. But through all of this you know that you were meant to know him.

~Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

~Words: 1.1k

~Warnings: I can’t think of any...

~A/N: I don’t know how updated this series will be or how long it will be but, I’m already working on the second chapter!

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The Boston QZ was the kind of place that made almost anyone feel the human misery of a run down squalor in the post outbreak world. It was a place to sleep, shower, and maybe have a bite or two. Those necessities were about it. I hadn’t been here for long, maybe 2 months. I already met a few decent people, but no one to stick close to or trust. Being here was something that wasn’t ever going to be a permanent situation. I just needed a bed to sleep on and enough food to feel like me again before moving onto the next. The showers were probably the most amazing part of the QZ. With showers being far and few between on the outside, one could muster up a real nasty body oder.

Residing in the QZ meant beginning each day “contributing to society”, or what was left of it. I began to get into a routine, which I had yet to determine if it was good or bad. Each day started with a quick stop at the food pantry to get a slice of bread and maybe a small bowl of cardboard flavored oats, then the rest of the day was used to burn the dead and infected or clean up the new streets that they were expanding into the QZ. Cleaning the streets is where I met Tess.

On my first day getting the assignment, Tess showed me what to do. Scrape up any of the ridiculously overgrown weeds, pick up weapons or broken glass, and grab any infected that were killed by a FEDRA officer to put into the back of truck. Me and Tess always made small talk, which kind of only consisted of her asking me random questions and talking about her “guy” This “guy” sounded dreadful to me honestly. Brooding and unemotional was all I heard from the way she described him.

“You should come meet him in person.” She offered.

“I wish I could, tonight I am gonna get settled in the apartment they gave me. But maybe some other time.” I replied lying though my teeth. With that Tess stopped talking about him and began asking more about me again. Where are you from? How were you able to survive on your own? Were you born after the outbreak? I tried to keep my answers short, at the time I wasn’t looking to make any friends.

“I was born a few years before the out break in Texas. But of course, once the outbreak began my family didn’t stay there long.”

“Well, if you had a family where are they?” Tess questioned. I wished she didn’t push that much. “Sorry, I know I’m asking you a lot of personal stuff right now. Just trying to make some conversation with the new girl.” I sighed quietly with a slight relief. Hopefully quite enough that she did notice.

“Yeah, I just don’t talk about it a lot. I’d rather keep it that way.” I told her. Much didn’t happen the rest of that first shift.

Over the past two months here, me and Tess became what one could call friends. Maybe more acquaintances. However, we had each others back which was something I admired about her. I still hadn’t met the guy she talked about, which I found quite weird. One would think that by now I could’ve at least put a face to the name. Joel. Joel sounded like it had a lot more charisma to it than what I would’ve thought for someone who sounded so gloomy.

“Alright everybody, We’re done for the day.” A man said through the FEDRA speaker from the other end of the street. The group began to gather their tools together and make way to the ration station that was set up by the end of the street. Tess had her stuff together and went ahead of me. I struggled to grab my gloves and face mask that fell on the ground. I eventually got myself together enough to try and catch up to make my way to the ration station as well. I began to look down to make sure I did in fact grab everything when I ran into a chest. Everything, once again fell to the ground in a loud thud.

“ugh” the man groaned.

“I should’ve been paying attention, sorry about that” I said to him not looking up. Instead, I look down at our feet and see all of my things spread out on the ground. I bend down to start picking things up. The man just stayed quiet and began to help pick up my things. I went to look for my mask when I saw his hand holding it in front of my eyes. That is when look up and met his eyes.

They’re brown.

His eyes were the first thing I noticed. Something in his eyes seemed so familiar.

“Thank you” I told him as I grabbed the handkerchief mask from his hand.

“No problem, Ma’am” he said with a slight southern accent. He began to turn away. I could stop myself from asking…

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I blurted to his back. He turn around to face me. “Sorry, I just… I don’t know there just something familiar about you.”

“I don’t believe we’ve met” he stated.

“Oh okay, yeah.” I replied flustered and confused. Closing my eyes to shield myself from any possible embarrassment.

“But” I heard him say with a soft tone, “I was thinking the same about you.” I knew it…

The man looked at me like he knew he had to of seen me before. His face didn’t reveal much. He stared at me longer than i was expecting. His eyes seemed to move around my head studying my features. He face gave away the idea that maybe he wasn’t going to be forgetting me again.

“Hey! You two finally meet.” Tess said from behind the man. “Joel this is (y/n), (y/n) this is Joel”

“Oh so this is (y/n)” Joel flatly says to Tess. The tone he just gave was very different from the one that had come out of his mouth less than a minute ago.

“Oh and you must be Joel the broody guy that Tess has told me about” I stated back to Joel.

“They’re about to close up, You better go get your rations” Tess says to me.

“You told her that I’m broody?” Joel question Tess.

“I mean I didn’t say that in so many words, but maybe it came off that way” Tess tell him, “plus, be nice. I think she could be good for helping us on runs.” Tess smacks his chest as they watched me grab my rations.

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tavyliasin · 3 months

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BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 10

I'll be honest I want to write more but I really need to finish other pieces~ I'll leave this one here to come back to another time and add to it. I'm not finding enough speed and flow to it, and I desperately want to add to one of my main event pieces instead~

So here, have a little Wyll/Karlach that is more emotional and just a little suggestive, with a fade to black earlier than I would've liked. I will make it up to you all another day.

Fic below the cut~ ----- -----

10. First time after a love confession

They sat opposite each other, half empty glasses on the table, plates moved to the side as their hands were clasped in the middle, fingers interlaced. Less than a month and their worlds had changed beyond measure. The hunter and the hunted. The hero and the demon. The runaway duke and the doomed warrior…

“Wyll? What’s on your mind?” Karlach squeezed his hands in her own, grateful for every moment they could actually touch, worried every moment it might all disappear to ash in her fingers.

“You, Karlach.” His voice was soft, low, like it was on the edge of breaking. “I…I cannot force you to make any decisions, I don’t know what is still ahead but…” He faltered again, unable to meet her gaze.

“Come on, soldier.” She smiled, hoping even if he wasn’t looking that he might at least feel it. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling for a moment before he was able to force them still, the fire in his eye ever brighter as he finally looked up. “However many days we have left, I want to spend every single one of them with you. I want to share a hundred more meals like this, to feel the heat of your hands in mine… Karlach, I never want to be apart from you for as long as we both live.”

The tears were as hot as her engine as the tiefling gripped him ever tighter, the fear of everything burning away growing ever stronger, only kept at bay by a deeper desire that fought back the terror with growing ferocity. “I feel the same, you know I do…for a long time, actually.” She laughed nervously, the battle within raging ever stronger. “Look at us, what a pair we make. The doomed and the damned, like some gods-awful play Volo might write about the evil demon and the valiant hero falling in love on the battlefield.”

“Would that be so bad?” He smiled, face finally softening from the worry. “Because I did. I fell in love with you, day after day, fight after fight even.”

“I know.” She lifted his hands to her lips and pressed kisses along them. “Gods it’s so nice to do that… I love you too, Wyll. Nothing is ever going to change that. No bloody cambion or contract or…”

“Maybe one kind of contract would be nice.” A slight blush was rising in his cheeks, the warmth spreading to the tips of his fingers.

“Wyll.” She looked him in the eye with a more serious expression. “I hear you, I do, and it would be a dream- Fuck this is… I know you’re a gentleman, but gods you can’t expect me to wait that long. We might have a year if any of those fuckers have any care for us little people down here, we might have a month if we’re lucky, but I don’t even know if we have a tenday now. I’m burning up, soldier, and I don’t just mean here.”

She kissed his hand again before bringing it to her chest, the glow pulsing beneath her skin, the visible proof of how she felt.

“There are rooms upstairs, please, please-”

“You know I was brought up with etiquette, Karlach. All the rules and graces of high society.” A wry smile crept across his face as he pressed a finger to her lips to stop her protest, leaving his other hand over her heart where she held it. “And it would be terribly rude of me to refuse such a request from a fair maiden in her hour of need.”

“You…you will? I mean, you won’t refuse?” Karlach’s chair skittered across the floor behind her as she stood up so fast she almost made herself dizzy, tail swishing behind her with anticipation. “Let’s fucking GO! Do you have any idea how long I’ve thought about this?!” Wyll couldn’t help but laugh softly, standing up to follow her to the stairs at the back of the inn, exchanging a few coins with the bartender for a key on the way past.

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The door closed behind them with a slam, Wyll shaking his head in silent apology to the other patrons. “Slow down, Karlach. I…would like to take our time, I don’t want to rush anything.”

“Sorry Soldier, can’t do that.” She put her hands either side of his shoulders on the door, leaning over him and covering him with her shadow, the glow of her heart ever brighter the only light on his face. “I have waited too long for this. To say…to hear you say…to finally be safe to be with you-”

“All the more reason to enjoy it.” He reached up to her face, his thumb caressing her cheek with gentle care even as she towered over him with a burning intensity in her eyes.“Gods you’re just too-” She took one of her hands off the door, bringing it to hold the back of Wyll’s still against her cheek, taking just a moment to nuzzle slightly into his warmth…then she moved to grip his wrist, pinning it against the door above his head. “Hold that thought. If you want me to stop, tell me…but otherwise, leave the Gentleman Wyll for round 2. Right now, I want, I need you.”

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3ficfeb #wyll ravengard #karlach #wyll x karlach

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ladytauria · 4 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @zeroducks-2! thank you <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

90 total, with 8 of them for my original fiction pseud.

What’s your total A03 word count?

266,163. however, i like to subtract 2 of the original works i wrote, 'cause most of the writing is no longer canon to the project it was written for xD so, 198,925. still impressive!

What fandoms do you write for?

whatever fandom i'm obsessed with at the moment.

in the past, that's been super robot monkey team hyper force go!; how to train your dragon; ghost hunt; percy jackson & the olympians; legend of zelda; and ducktales (2017). there are a few other fandoms but those works never left my drafts xD

currently, it's DCU, & mostly bats at that <3

What are your top five fics by kudos?

in a diner at midnight (1,161 kudos) -> first story in my reverse robins series, as well as the first batfic i ever published lol. Tim catches Jason stealing the Batmobile's tires after he was sent back to the car, and does what any good Robin would: laugh his ass off and then buy him dinner.

you know just what i need (1,158 kudos) -> Tim is an omega. Jason is an alpha. Jason likes him, but he knows he blew his chances at being with Tim years ago. That changes, after he finds out that Tim has experienced a string of rejections, as he prefers to dominate alphas in bed. Jason is... entirely unopposed to this.

early confrontations (814) -> another part of the reverse robins series. When Jason finds out that Tim might be alive and operating as the Red Hood, he decides the best course of action is to break into his apartment.

inquiring minds (794) -> the only non-DC fic on this list. Ducktales (2017). Penumbra wants to know how Donald didn't burn up in Earth's atmosphere.

held together (792) -> another part of the reverse robins series. After Bruce accuses Jason of killing Garzonas, he goes to Tim for comfort.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

There for a while I was only responding if someone had a question, but now I do try to respond more, even if just to say thank you, or send back a heart emoji in return xD

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm. I don't write a lot of unhappy endings xD But "empty promises" is probably the angstiest ending I've written. Maybe "twenty to one."

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmm…

Edit: I didn’t realize I forgot to finish answering this one!! Most of my fics end happily so I’m not sure which one has the happiest 🤔 I will have to look through and edit again with a proper answer lmao

Do you get hate on your fic?

Not in a while. Only once on AO3. Twice on FFN. Some people weren't very happy I wrote genderfluid Link :) And then prior to that-- I mean. It was hate, I guess, but it was more funny than anything else. Guest account was upset at the length of my oneshot collection entries and started advertising for a date, lmao. Ah, trolls.

Do you write smut?

Yes. Usually with feelings, and on occasion, with plot.

Do you write crossovers?

Hmm, I have had a conversation about crossing over my first fandom with DC, but idk if that will ever actually leave my drafts ^^;

That said, I do like the idea of writing fusions?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not in a very long time! And the two I was co-writing never did get finished, lol.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I hop fandoms and multi-ship too much to have an "all-time" favorite ship. But currently I vibe hardest with JayTim.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmm...

So I tend to either plod along at WIPs until they're either finished or I've moved fandoms xD Every now and then I will scrap one, but for the most part, there's a pretty good chance of me finishing the fics I start.

That said...

I don't know exactly what the problem is, but I've been having a really difficult time working on the tenderest of touches. Stray!Tim x Hood!Jason teaming up to kill the Joker, and as they're waiting for their plans to come to fruition, they end up having lots of ill-advised kinky sex... which slowly causes their feelings for each other to deepen and reveal themselves.

There are also some identity shenanigans, as Jason never learned Tim's secret ID and Tim has no idea that Hood is his dead first crush :)

What’s your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at conveying emotion. I also think I do alright with dialogue :) And, hm, metaphors / imagery?

What’s your writing weaknesses?

Character voice. Not so much in dialogue, but in the prose? I tend to stick to 3rd Person Limited, and I feel like my personal writing voice tends to come out too strong & overwhelm the character's.

Endings. Sometimes I find the right one, but other times I meander for a while, or just. Decide to stop it at a certain point, which can be a little abrupt.

Juggling more than so many characters. This one hasn't shown up so much in DC fics because I don't think I've really written much with more than 3 characters, but that's about my limit. After that I end up forgetting people / certain characters end up kind of disappearing.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

A word here or two, yes. A couple of lines, maybe. But any more than that... not likely?

First fandom you wrote for?

Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go! An old Disney cartoon from the early 00s. It was... mecha-anime adjacent, centering around a human and his five cybernetic monkey teammates trying to stop their planet from being (destroyed? ruined? corrupted?) by the Skeleton King.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Hmm...

Okay, actually my favorite fic I've written hasn't been posted yet. I was persuaded to make it longer and--well. I had ideas, so. That's what I'm doing :)

But of the ones I have posted...

It's a toss-up. Because like... I have two that I genuinely enjoy re-reading because (at least for the moment xD) I have no complaints. And then there are two I'm just. Genuinely proud of the concept and the outcome, even if there are areas I might want to fix, I think I did a good job anyway.

And then there's one that I'm genuinely just proud of finishing bc of how much trouble I had with it xD

Anyway. Um.

I'm gonna go with the two i enjoy re-reading the most---

drape me in your warmth // patience is a virtue (rewarded by sin)

no pressure tagging... @paprikadotmp4 // @kieran-granola // @generatorcat // @disniq // @enak-s // @glaciya

#tag games #my posts #abt me

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Hi canni request for a character(s) of your choice with reader(s) or OC(s) with the following prompt?

person A is not ready for a straightforward "I love you" just yet, however they want B to know that they do love them, so "here's a very specific sentence that I'm sure you'll get when no one else would because [internal reference between us two that was built up earlier in the story at a very intimate moment]" ?

Please and thank you? You're a beautiful writer and I couldn't help but send something in

Dear anon, as promised (and for me, with 3 minutes to spare) here is your story.

I went with Lindir because it was easiest, but you are free to request another character if you want to see someone specific ❤️

Words: 1,2k

Characters: Lindir x reader

Warnings: there's worms and birds

“You have to tell them sooner or later,” Lord Elrond laughed, genuine care warming his voice, “this is no way to go about it!”

Lindir nodded – he was only too aware of that – but he was not yet ready to put his helpless devotion into so many words; for weeks now, he had been working on a song he would perform – ears burning and hands sweating – at the upcoming celebration, in hopes that you’d catch the deep meaning in it and recognise a romanticised recounting of your slowly unfurling acquaintance.

He called it ‘romanticised’ because he was sure that you had not experienced all that had happened in the same way, and he was terrified that none of the episodes he had painstakingly turned into poetry had meant anything at all to you to begin with.

How could he be so sure? It was evident to him that – had you even the slightest inkling of how your joyous laughter upon having a butterfly land on your hand or how your adorable pouting whenever a cloud obscured the sun made him feel – there would have been no need for songs or declarations of any sort.

You were a force of nature and he had ever been an admirer – guarded, shy, and passive – of that particular kind of beauty; he was stolid and faithful but not brazen enough to conquer your heart and soul in a storm of brave deeds.

Some called it ‘playing the long game’ as if he was pursuing some nefarious, cunning plan when, in truth, he was just washed along in the gurgling brook that was your life.

Would you ever come to see him as more than just a fixture of Imladris? Would you ever lift your eyes and look upon him like you stared – wide-eyed with wonder – at the night sky or a newly opened blossom?

He could only hope that, one day, seeing how steadfast and devoted he was in his quiet affection, you’d find charm in him as well.

As you could easily marvel at the strength of an old tree and smile at the ever-same sun, he kept a secret flame of unquenchable hope in his heart, only dwarfed by the fire of his hidden ardour for your incomparably precious essence.

Oh, he loved you so much it was tearing him apart at the seams and yet, the words to admit his feelings – grown too expansive and complex to drag into the open without breaking down the walls protecting his heart – just wouldn’t come to him.

“Lindir,” you chirped upon catching a glimpse of him, standing as still as a statue in the middle of the expansive gardens of the beautiful realm you called your home, “how are you today?”

He turned around like a startled deer, his eyes huge and slightly apprehensive in expression, before a soft smile dispelled the temporary clouds hanging heavy on his fair brow.

“I’ve been on the lookout for the birds you thought you had heard yesterday,” he informed you stiffly, “it seems you’ve been – once again – right, my friend, and there’s a nest with young’uns only just hatched ahead.”

Leave it to Lindir to remember a passing comment of yours and investigate, you thought fondly as warmth flooded your body and crept into your face; you were not even entirely sure if he himself was fully aware of how much his gentle understanding truly meant to you.

In fact, the others – this much was clear to you – mainly thought that both of you were rather peculiar and that your shared interest in things of the natural or poetic order was the sole reason for the earnest and – at times – mysterious bond between you and the minstrel.

Many things – that were trivial at best to others – held a deep meaning to you, and being heard, seen, and respected in the unobtrusive way Lindir heeded you was a treasure you would not cheapen by explaining it to those who’d never even begin to understand its importance.

Before you could plough ahead though, his hand shot out and opened like a flower revealing the pale silkiness of its most fragile petals; he had been holding worms in his palm this whole time.

With the exception of Lord Elrond, he might well have been the only person you believed to be able to keep a living thing cradled in the crook of his hand without crushing it.

“Observe and care,” he whispered, repeating the words you had spoken in laughter, enthusiasm, admonishment, or anger a thousand times before.

“Lindir, you’re the very best,” you chuckled and stepped closer to his still immobile form; fretful as a baby bird, fragile as a moonflower, and beautiful as the sunrise, your dear friend was the beating heart of this place for you.

Your fingertips brushed his skin as you took the squirming sacrifice – dug out by his own cares as was proven by the dirt under his usually impeccably manicured nails – and held them gingerly in your own twitching hands.

He would accompany you frequently – ever mindful of both you and your surroundings – and, moreover, he would sacrifice invaluable increments of his personal time to research and creation for your sake.

Many were the songs he had composed in order to attract and pacify the birds you so longed to see and, by now, they came and flocked to him as soon as the first notes resounded.

“Am I?” he asked dubitatively, matching your careful steps as you approached the designated tree and held out his hands to give you a boost. His hands were precious – not only to himself but to all of Rivendell – and yet, he had never hesitated to put them at your service.

Reciting a passage about this particular kind of winged wonder – information he had no doubt begged and graciously obtained from Erestor – he held you aloft as you put the worms into a hollow of the tree branch so the fledglings’ parents might find them easily.

There were hints of a deeper affection in the way he spoke your name, testaments to his devotion to your hare-brained ideas in the wisdom he dispensed so humbly, and indications of his loyalty in his perfect recall of every single secret you’d ever entrusted him with and yet, you could never be absolutely sure if you were not merely mistaking friendship for something else.

“Thank you for remembering,” you whispered when – standing loosely within the half-sketched but not half-hearted embrace of his slender arms – you looked up into his luminous face.

“It was important to you,” he muttered softly as if that was a sufficient explanation for the pains he had taken, “and I’ve made sure that you could break your fast under this very tree.”

He nodded ponderously at the servant approaching, a picnic basket in hand, and spread his long, elegant fingers in invitation.

Throwing one furtive glance at the nest – source of insistent chirping now – he saw the parent arrive and feed the worms to their progeny eagerly; for now, this would have to be enough.

Sooner or later, the baby birds would leave the nest and – suddenly struck by inspiration and purpose – Lindir decided that this would be his signal to confess his feelings to you as well.

On this beautiful morning though, both the grown bird and he would watch their most cherished miracles eat cheerfully, dreading and yet hopefully anticipating that day of freedom that would either be their biggest success or their worst failure.

So, I hope this was to your satisfaction, my dearest anon!

Thank you for sending in a request :D

Lots of love from me ❤️

Taglist for Lindir being a tit: @sorisooyaa, @heilith, @mismaeve, @eunoiaastralwings

If you liked this, I'd be happy about every comment and reblog <3

#request #IDNMT answers #anon request #fanfiction #ficlet #Lindir #Lindir x reader #love prompt #Lindir is a tit #there's birds

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gael-hightower · 4 months

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truth serum: tell us the whole of your feelings about garland.

“What else is there to be said?” the Master of the Arts shrugged, having no wish at all to delve into the topic he was being asked. “I already said to him what needed to be said during that dinner”. And yet, deep inside, Gael knew not enough had been said.

Growing up, Gael had truly admired his eldest brother. He respected him as a knight, as a clever student of the Citadel, as a man who appeared devoted to his house. The most recent events, however, had even led the younger lord to ask himself if perhaps he looked at the past through a false lens. If he'd idealized bits of his family life. If perhaps, the seeds of what tore the brothers apart had been planted further back than he initially thought.

“I am not a perfect man, and no one on that table is a perfect individual, but I do believe that you can only feel slighted enough times before something breaks. Whether he meant to or not, Garland has slighted every person in his family, and the fact that we have all pulled away from him, save for our mother, is quite telling, I believe,” the Hightower lord said, attempting to remain composed despite the ire that burned within whenever he recalled those last words his brother spoke to his cousin. Gods, the sheer disrespect. “I cannot speak for Leyton or Lucrezia, only for myself... I do feel it is entirely unfair that as his brothers, both Leyton and myself were kept aside, only to have a bride be the one that he felt he could confide in, the one deemed worthy or capable enough to become involved in the affairs of House Hightower. That decision tells me how little my brother thinks of me, how incapable or unreliable he believed me to be. I am a writer, yes, but I've proven time and time again that I possess other skills that our house has benefited from. I've bled for my kingdom, I've aided a king navigate and shape public opinion during a civil war, but I can't be trusted with the affairs of my own damn house?”.

Gael shook his head, letting out a scoff. “And to then claim my accomplishments as an artist happened because he allowed me to? Because he gave me permission?” a derisive smile crossed the lord's face then. “I asked no one's permission to pick up a quill in my hand and begin writing. I did so because my father ignored me and my mother couldn't bother to go against Gilbert Hightower's shit parenting. So I published my work in secret when I had to, save my lord father the shame of a poet son”. The Dunn sonnets were now known to have been penned by Gael, but back then, it had been an anonymous escape. “If someone gave me any form of opportunity in terms of my art, it was King Cedric. If someone was encouraging of that part of my life, it was Omer with his words, and it was Harlon with his example,” he stated bluntly, his tone becoming slightly more heated.

“If Garland saw no value in having at his side, I wasn't going to convince him. It's really that simple. I got fucking tired,” the lord admitted, running a hand through his hair, sensing the racing beating of his heart. He was angry. Gael usually didn't get so noticeably angry, so used to contain himself to be proper, to be palatable around others... to not bother. “I'm done... I'm done. I should not have to spell out to my own brother how I should or should not be treated”. The Master of the Arts took a deep breath, trying to tame some of the agitated feeling coursing through him. “And perhaps leaving Oldtown was unfair, I don't know... perhaps it was selfish. I needed the distance. I still need the distance. Only after I left I was encouraged to be my own man and I don't want to go back to feeling like the silent shade I was there”.

Flawed as they were, Garland and him were no good around each other at present. That much Gael knew.

( @garlandhightower, @leytonhightower, @lucreziasredwyne, @visxionaries & @harlonvflowers )

#oh boy; he needs some therapy; okay?#gael: answered

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69misato69 · 9 months

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(It’s the emo mcr mutual here)

I’m here to say keep it up! I read em all. Emo gays gotta stick together! But I gotta say itto and puppy boy gorou hold a place in my cold black heart 🖤😂 I’d take anything you’d give me

But in all seriousness. Keep up the amazing work. I love your style and works. Keep it evil and gay

HI EMO MCR MUTUAL I LOVE SEEING U ON MY FEED thank you for reading 😭😭😭 i didnt know you had a soft spot for ittorou i havent wrote them in a while but i hope you like this one !!

itto 👹 + gorou 🐶 — unwinding after gorou is back from a mission, angst fluff + nsfw mention

one, two, three deep breaths until itto is done dragging the ointment through the ridges of his fresh wound.

the way its fresh scent fills every corner of the room the second itto opens the flask, a faint hint of mint that sits at their nostrils, an acidic undertone that stings wherever it touches.

gorou is no stranger to the feeling, yet it never fails to manifest tears that blur his vision. his sharp canines dig into his bottom lip, a miniscule amount of pressure away from severing it beyond repair.

itto takes a much needed break. he's always torn between packing it up as soon as possible, regardless of the pain gorou undergoes — or taking his time, delaying the process overall but allowing him to register it.

he's getting too used to it, more than his heart can bear. finding gorou at his door, barely standing up straight — the sight no longer has any shock value to it, but the hurt of it persists.

gorou knows it too. that's why he fights the tears to the best of his ability, to not sadden itto any further than he already has.

it's selfish. scraping all that remains of him off the floor and crawling back to itto every single time. he has his comrades resting at camp, kokomi tending to their wounds along with her own.

a general of the resistance, gorou has enough at his disposal to recover and face itto in proper shape.

but, he doesn't.

when he's seeing red and panting at every step of the way, all he needs is itto. his lungs giving out, if it's the last breath they will utter he would rather have it whispered over itto's lips.

his arm, now soiled with a wound vicious enough to almost tear it apart completely. if the day ever comes that he cant even charge a single shot with his bow — if his tired heart can't even pump blood to gush out of his wounds any longer, he would want to be with itto.

in his arms, comforted by his embrace. he powers through the stitches and bandages, finally getting his arm back, mostly numb due to the ointment (thankfully)

with the other he cups itto's cheek, unsure of how to wipe off the worried look off his face, always unsure of how to comfort him the way itto does with him.

"i'm okay." he whispers, it's silent enough for it to be heard in the dead of the night.

"you're not."

itto pulls him to his lap and holds him by the waist, slow and careful. it varies in style, this simple move that never fails to take gorou's breath away.

sometimes it's lazy and lax, early mornings where itto just wants gorou on him like a blanket as he drifts back to sleep.

sometimes it's casual, in a way of simply wanting to be together as gorou reads or itto knits.

and sometimes it's heated, lips crashing into each other, itto pulling him close as they burn up with desire. one hand on gorou's waist and the other stripping him, teasing and stroking him to his limits.

this one, however, is softer. compassionate, worried, loving yet fearful. afraid as if gorou might slip away from his touch at any moment.

afraid that one day he might collapse on itto's doorstep as always but never wake up again.

with the arm that's relatively in better shape gorou presses itto's head to his chest. he kisses at his soft, wavy hair.

itto revels in his scent, though mixed with the smell of dirt and blood it's nothing short of his gorou.

his beloved.

he brushes through his soft tail with his fingers, still damp from when he tended to it and got rid of all the knots a few minutes ago.

now it shines the way it always does, golden fur — along his back and down his thighs, albeit less thick compared to his tail and ears.

without a word, itto gets up with gorou still on his lap and heads for the bedroom. he lays gorou on his bed and watches him shrivel up into a little ball when itto settles right next to him.

with a few hisses and mumbled curses, he extends his severed arm and a leg to rest across itto's body and looks up at him.

itto's hand cards through his hair affectionately, petting his ears, peppering small kisses all over his face.

"i know... that i said i'd be more careful. i'm sorry that you have to see me like this. i'm sorry that—"

he chokes on his own words.

"—you have to be the one to take care of it every single time."

itto smiles, caressing his sides — "i wouldn't have it any other way."

he takes a deep breath.

"just... don't die on me. okay, pup?"

gorou nuzzles into the crook of his neck, sorrowful, now almost entirely on itto's body because his warmth is the only thing that's keeping him intact.

"i won't." he wraps his tail around itto and presses a kiss on his neck. "never, i promise."

#fandom asks #completed request #ittorou #genshin itto #genshin gorou

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friendshipgirl · 2 years

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Brinky- Kissy Mice

Brain ran over to the sponge bed bawling his eyes out. Those stupid scientists with their electric thongs at the end of every maze. It was a miracle that they weren’t killed, but Brain knew if he ever got out he would be. He could feel himself losing control, and it hurt more than any beating he had taken. He was crying in his pillow when his lanky mouse companion Pinky came up.

“Troz. What’s the matter Brain?” he asked. Brain lifted up his head.

“They maxed me again!” He sobbed, “When I take over the world, they’re gonna get it!”

He continued sobbing into his pillow. Pinky looked confused as ever. “But we have a plan to take over the world Brain, remember?” Pinky said. Brain sat up and sniffled. “Yeah but… But you never took over the world Pinky! They only let us take it out on each other.” Brain cried. Pinky sighed. “I know that Brain, but this time we need to think of something else. There has to be an alternative strategy. We just need some time.” Brain wiped his tears and nodded. He felt so safe around Pinky. Sometimes, he just doesn’t want to admit it. He can feel like a kid when Pinky is around. “You okay now Brain?” Pinky asked. Brain nodded. “Yea thanks for trying buddy,” he smiled back. Pinky smiled back. “No problem Brain, Zort,” he replied. However, he still wanted Brain to be a little more happier. He knew exactly what to do. He hops on the bed and gives Brain a big kiss. This causes Brain’s face to explode red. “Umm… PINKY WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!?!!” Brain shouted. “Well you seemed to need cheering up Brain, so I kissed you! And I hope that you find someone who cares about you!” Pinky exclaimed happily. Brain looked like he had been punched by Pinky. His heart ached. Pinky’s words cut deep into him. His face was bright red, and his breathing was shaky. ‘It wouldn’t even be the first time Pinky said something like that.’ Brain thought. ‘How much longer until he does it again? How many more times will I be forced to go through this?’ “Buddy… I didn’t mean anything by it. You know that right?” Pinky asked. Brain couldn’t look him in the eye. “Yeah of course I know. Just… please don’t say things like that anymore Pinky. Please.” Brain answered, his voice breaking at the last word. Pinky nodded, before kissing him again. This only resulted into Brain blushing harder. He hated being called cute, but for Pinky to call him ‘buddy’, made him feel fuzzy inside. He liked it. “Aren’t you such a cutie with that red face? Poit,” Pinky teased before giving Brain another kiss. ‘This is how it should be,’ he thought, ‘If it wasn’t for them then I wouldn’t have anyone here. Even when my parents are fighting, no one ever talks about it…’ When he stares deep in his eyes, Pinky gave a loud purr, adoring how flustered Brain is. Pinky always loved seeing Brain so worked up, especially when he was close enough to touch him. He would hold his hand and rub his thumb over Brain’s knuckles. The way Brain looked at him made his heart race and cheeks burn, but in a good way. Pinky had noticed Brain staring at him from afar, but whenever he tried saying something or doing something romantic he got nervous and ran away. He didn’t like making Brain uncomfortable and that’s why he didn’t try to push. For someone who claimed to love nothing more than science and adventure, he sure knows a lot about romance. After several minutes Pinky broke apart from the embrace and leaned over and whispered in Brain’s ear. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, baby… zoooort…” He smirked. Brain shivered. His cheeks were bright red and his face was a darker red. He couldn’t help it but to kiss Pinky. He gave out a loud moan when Pinky’s tongue touched his own. He was glad they were both already standing or he would’ve tripped over his feet from all the blood rushing to his head. Pinky pulled away slowly, “I’m glad I helped Brain… I love you buddy…” Brain stood completely frozen for a moment before nodding. “Love you too Pinky,” he stuttered. He could feel his hands shaking. This was all happening too fast. Pinky leaned down and gave Brain a kiss on the cheek.

"Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaarf…" Pinky purred, face flushed so darkly that it was delicious. Brain looked as his body as it turned red, thinking that Pinky was sexier that way than usual. Pinky was so cute sometimes. Especially when he was flustered. He purrs right back at him before kissing him. Ot started out light and loving, but the lanky mouse turned it into hungry and intense. Brain felt his own blush return with Pinky's tongue in his mouth. His heart melted as he moans lovingly. After a few moments, Brain pulled away for air.

“Oh Brain…” Pinky giggled.

"Wow," Brain said, panting, "That was really good." "Mmmm~" Pinky replied, nuzzling Brain's forehead, "You're pretty great too Brain, you know that?" "Of course I know!" Brain purred, "I'm the genius mouse after all…" Pinky chuckled softly. "You don't have to brag about it Brain," he said, "but thank you for saying yes to my question earlier, you didn't have to say anything though…" Brain smiled. "Well… You asked nicely Pinky!" Brain laughed lightly.

"Oh come on Brain, don't tease me!" Pinky exclaimed, playfully pushing Brain. They both giggled quietly.

"You are so hot for an idiot Pinky" Brain purred seductively.

“Anything for my tiny mouse king of the world, baby,” Pinky husked, moving closer to Brain and kissing him again, this time on the lips. He nibbled at Brain's bottom lip. Brain kissed him back. He gently pushed Pinky onto his back and straddled his chest. They were smiling like idiots now, but it was all worth it because Pinky loved him so much. It felt like forever that they were making out, but eventually they broke apart. They laid there happily cuddling together under the covers. "What now Pinky?" Brain asked slyly, snuggling close, "Do you have another question for me?" "Hmm, maybe.." Pinky purred. Brain grinned. He could see it in Pinky's eye. Pinky was getting horny. Brain chuckled slightly. The two were inseparable these days and they both knew how much they enjoyed being intimate. “Can we makeout again?” Pinky asked, pouting. Brain smirked and leaned in to kiss him one last time. He gently nipped at Pinky’s soft pink lips and pulled back. "You know better, Pinky," he ground out with much effort. "Oh, I don't think I do,m. I'm a baaaaaad boy, remember?" Pinky purred, wrapping his arms around Brain's waist. "Don't call yourself a bad thing, or I might just change my mind," Brain growled. Pinky smirked. "Oh yeah?" he said coyly, "And what would you do about it?" Brain smirked back. "Maybe I'll have you do it instead," he murmured. Pinky purred. "Maybe I'd like that," he purred. The two lay there looking at each other with those loving eyes. “You make everything better Pinky,” Brain said. “Same to you Brain,” Pinky purred back, “now, I want to do this to you again." Brain grinned and kissed him. Pinky smiled, feeling very satisfied as he felt Brain's tongue slide across his teeth. When they parted, the pair stared deeply into each other's eyes. “Now come on Pinky,” he growled lovingly, “no getting too cocky on me. We still must prepare for tomorrow night,” “Mmm~ Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?” Pinky purrs. “Same thing we do every night Baby…” he husked seductively, “Try to take over the world…” Pinky smirked and rolled them over. He put his hand on Brain's hip, pulling him down into a deep kiss. He moved his hands down to the base of Brain's neck and massaged. “Ooohh~!” Brain moaned, arching his back. He felt his cheeks flush. Pinky pulled away for a moment. He gazed lovingly into Brain's eyes. “Baby, you are so hot,” “I know I am…”

#pinky and the brain #animaniacs #brinky #fluff #ship #laurenapi #cute #follow me on da #i love this so much #the parts where they purr are my favorite!

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orquidaeas · 2 years

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TASK #04: PLAYLIST

the revenant, a gilbert orquídeas playlist.

PARTICLES | NOTHING BUT THIEVES. “oh, doctor, please. this don’t feel right. oh, can you give me something to get me through the night? oh, if it all falls apart and if this thing goes wrong, oh put me back together however you want.” // “my mind plays tricks. and i don’t sleep no more. and doctor, please. I can’t switch off.”

DON’T CRY FOR ME | STORMZY, RALEIGH RITCHIE. “in case you think i’ve changed and i’m different, i’m not keeping you at a distance. so have a thought for me, yeah. hold down this floor for me, yeah.” // “remember the time before things changed? back in the day. everything can stay the same. remember i came? remember my name? remember my face? i don’t wanna fade away.”

HANDS TIED | BILLY LOCKETT. “but wait, wait a minute. for a second i lost myself. for a second i lost my whole life” // “and i have days where i know i can't climb but i’ll survive, ‘cause you taught me that i fall in love far too easily.”

HOSTAGES | THE HOWL & THE HUM. “so meet me on the bridge, we’ll hand over our hostages. a fake silver ring, your books in foreign languages. you can keep the coat, it looks better on you. anyway, i’m fine, i guess the cold’s a state of mind.” // “and it wasn’t like you liked me for my sunny views on life. oh, i’m dead on the inside, babe i’ve known that all along. any time i tried to love you i got it wrong.”

ANGEL IN LOTHIAN | SAM FENDER. “back then the door was always open, i’d come and go, back and forth, anytime i need. but i’m needing it more now than ever, as i’m fading away. and i��d claw at the door every bad night, but somehow it’s blocked from the other side. claw till my skin falls apart. until i feel something.” // “and my brother was spiralling down, he said, ‘kid, it’s not me, it’s this town’.”

RED EARTH & POURING RAIN | BEAR’S DEN. “i was waiting for a call. a call never came, so i made my own way, and i can’t find my way back home again.” // “can’t you hear me calling out your name? i’ve got something burning, coursing through these cold veins. in the words we speak, babe, somehow i get lost in between when to suffer in silence or to break it all with each breath that we breathe.”

FUEL ON THE FIRE | BEAR’S DEN. “was it all in my mind? was i lost in my own head? worried about something i regret. is there anything i don’t regret?” // “fuel on the fire, now i’m burning up. fuel on the fire, i won’t let it stop. fuel on the fire, remembering how to love.”

AULD WIVES | BEAR’S DEN. “but i swam across the ocean to find your memory, a trace of all that you have left behind. and the auld wives swore that you were born to die without a child to call out your name. but i call your name.”

LAST TO MAKE IT HOME | SAM FENDER. “i’m godless and wrecked, but i can’t live by those stakes. the semantics are totally outdated. and the love i had is never enough. it bores me and leaves me frustrated.” // “i’m the last to make it home. i’m the last to call it off. i’m the last to meet my bed. and last to bring home the bread. and last to make it home.”

DEW ON THE VINE | BEAR’S DEN. “born to break or to last, is it all in the past? is that a scar or a birthmark? retracing this cold heart, and now i’m all out of thread, and i don’t want to die here.” // “keep chasing echoes of my mind, babe it’s a fine line, and i’m so far over it. and i know it. beneath it all i’m still broken, cut me out, cut it open.”

SPENT GLADIATOR 2 | THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. “like a spent gladiator, crawling in the colosseum dust, who can count on his remaining limbs all the people he can trust.” // “stay alive. maybe spit some blood at the camera. just stay alive.”

GABRIEL | BEAR’S DEN. “is this all i am? all i ever was? all that he has won is all that i have lost. won’t you hear me out, gabriel? can’t you see the shape i’m in? just don’t leave me alone.” // “it’s a part of me, gabriel, i wish i could deny. the face that i can barely recognise. he lives inside me everyday of my life, and i can hear him, screaming in the night.”

WORK SONG | HOZIER. “when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. no grave can hold my body down. i’ll crawl home to her.”

PUNISHER | PHOEBE BRIDGERS. “the drugstores are open all night, the only real reason i moved to the east side. i love a good place to hide in plain sight.” // “i swear i’m not angry, that’s just my face. a copycat killer with a chemical cut. either i’m careless or i wanna get caught.”

CONVERSATIONS WITH GHOSTS | BEAR’S DEN. “you needn’t be a chamber to house all the echoes and voices of those that have left you. are you talking to me or somebody that you once knew, passing through?”

SIX BILLION | NOTHING BUT THIEVES. “sometimes the cord likes to break. sometimes the light tries to bend away. sometimes you’re thrust against the wall. sometimes the world wants to see you crawl.”

THE ARCHER | TAYLOR SWIFT. “they see right through me, i see right through me. all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me together again, cause all of my enemies started out friends.” // “i wake in the night, i pace like a ghost. the room is on fire, invisible smoke. and all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you.”

LONGHOPE | BEAR’S DEN. “whispering, ‘please, don’t forget me’. my thoughts are all strangling, the words are all dangling before my eyes, but it’s getting so dark in here. i can’t really see anything clear. i’m just feeling my way through the winter night.”

IT WILL COME BACK | HOZIER. “don’t let me in with no intention to keep me, jesus christ. don’t be kind to me. honey, don’t feed me, i will come back.”

SEEN A GHOST | OLD SEA BRIGADE. “somewhere in my private screening i could hear a shadow screaming - you look like you’ve seen a ghost. kicking your mind back to someone you used to know. kicking your mind back to places i can’t go.”

HEEL TURN 2 | THE MOUNTAIN GOATS. “drift down into the new, dark light without any reservations. you found my breaking point - congratulations. spent too much of my life now trying to play fair. throw my better self overboard, shoot at him when he comes up for air. come unhinged, get revenge, i don’t want to die in here.” // “let all the trash rain down from way up in the rafters. i’m walking out of here in one piece, i don’t care what comes after. drive the wedge, torch the bridge. i don’t want to die in here.”

COVERED IN CHAOS | BILLY LOCKETT. “and i know i’ve been messing up lately, living on no sleep, barely alive. i’m covered in chaos, waking up nightly without you. and I’m fading deeper, losing hold of control.” // “and i’ve been kept straight by your hand, but now i’m gasoline, starting fired and washing sand with sea.”

THE PUGILIST | KEATON HENSON. “to remind me i’m living and that i still need it. you pulled me together with blood and soft stitches.” // “and i’m frightened to death you’ll forget me. don’t forget me. don’t forget me. don’t forget me.”

HYPERSONIC MISSILES | SAM FENDER. “when the bombs drop, darling, can you say that you’ve lived your life? oh, this is a high time for hypersonic missiles.” // “they say i’m a nihilist cause i can’t see any decent rhyme or reason for the life of you and me. but i believe in what i’m feeling, and i’m falling for you. this world is gonna end but till then, i’ll give you everything i have.”

MOTION SICKNESS | PHOEBE BRIDGERS. “i have emotional motion sickness. somebody roll the windows down. there are no words in the english language i could scream to drown you out.”

BLANKETS OF SORROW | BEAR’S DEN. “paralysed, your stubborn mind can’t see the woods behind the blankets of sorrow. no one could ever reach or pull you out. you’re sleeping as the sleet just falls, to crystalize your crimson thoughts. no more i’m sorry's. no, i’m not sorry anymore.” // “you’re praying on a driving snow (is that what you want?) to sail you back, to take you back home (don’t shut me out again). the bitter cold or the frost unknown. do i try or comply?”

SMOKE SIGNALS | PHOEBE BRIDGERS. “you. you must have been looking for me. sending smoke signals, pelicans circling.” // “i’m sleeping in my bed again, and getting in my head and then, walk around the reservoir.”

EVERMORE | TAYLOR SWIFT, BON IVER. “hey december, guess i’m feeling unmoored. can’t remember what i used to fight for. i rewind the tape but all it does it pause on the very moment all was lost.” // “and i was catching my breath, barefoot in the wildest winter catching my death. and i couldn’t be sure. i had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore.”

MY TEARS RICOCHET | TAYLOR SWIFT. “i didn’t have it in myself to go with grace. you had to kill me but it killed you just the same. cursing my name, wishing i stayed, you turned into your worst fears, and you’re tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years. look at how my tears ricochet.” // “if i’m on fire, you’ll be made out of ashes too. even on my worst day, did i deserve babe, all the hell you gave me? cause i loved you, i swear i loved you, till my dying day.”

THE STAR OF BETHNAL GREEN | BEAR’S DEN. “and lord, i’m alive. and maybe the star of bethnal green could lead us back to bethlehem. lord, i have tried.”

THE DYING LIGHT | SAM FENDER. “maybe i could use a hand. i must admit i’m out of bright ideas to keep the hell at bay. distractions only last a day. the night is so impossible, it haunts the few who dare to look. it’s marks are so hereditary. i’m terrified of having kids.” // “but i’m damned if i give up tonight. i must repel the dying light. for mom and dad and all my pals, for all the ones who didn’t make the night.”

SPIDERS | BEAR’S DEN. “your promises, they escape you. what’s another burden on the back of this beast? i can’t take back all the hurt i’ve caused. everything i love i have somehow lost. and it’s four in the morning and the spiders are crawling in my mind. replaying pictures of all that i can’t undo.”

BLUE HOURS | BEAR’S DEN. “if i could just break through the glass, if it shatters in my hands then it shatters in my hands. it’s a risk i’m willing to take.” // “why’d you answer in questions whenever i ask you why? don’t act like you’re so hard to find. i know where you hide. why won’t you just stay with me, why do you lie? why’s there always something keeping you up at night?”

#❛ GILBERT. | tasks .#❛ GILBERT. | character study .#i could not fit all the songs into the graphic but did do this extra thing IUHGBSHJ #th #ank u joey for the graphic ily #ptsd tw #spider tw

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entities-of-posts · 2 years

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There is a package in the Archives. Well, it was dropped in the lobby with a piercing screech of a train going too fast around its track.

A cardboard box simply addressed to "The Archivist, and its Allies in Québec."

Inside, is a smaller box, a book wrapped in several layers of paper, and a letter addressed to The Archivist, sealed with wax, the symbol of a skull and cobweb pressed into it. It reads:

"Apologies that I cannot deliver these in person. Or properly introduce myself as an ally, so I may not be attacked in this predicament if I do show. Though, if I have done this right, She Pulls The Strings will not know of my aid, as Where We Go has moved my hand here, likely in the guise of something else.

Enclosed in this package is two things taken from my personal collection of items, I hope you and yours will find use for them. One, a tool quite useful for severing Strings covertly, and two, a book of poems. They cause disorientation when read aloud. Unfortunately it is indiscriminate as to who it takes effect on, as it is everyone within earshot apart from the reader. May be useful as a last ditch escape. I have refrained from plucking strings in your area as to not give Her any information, so I do not know your situation.

However, as Where We Go has been guiding me, it has not stopped me from seeing the high count of death and Changes in the area. I noticed an oddity. I do not know the identity but their strings of fate/death, as the two are indistinguishable, they are frayed. Death or Change may come for them soon, if they have not already done so. There is a loose string to you, Archivist, nonphysical, simply metaphorical, so I know you have at least met them in person. As for the future, I unfortunately cannot know much without gleaning attention from Her, but I am sure when the time is nigh, I and my own will do what they can.

I do wish you luck, Archivist. For all that is worth.

Sincerely,

Riley Schecter, The Fateweaver."

The paper wrapped book turns out to be a Leitner. A recent one, at that. A copy of Shel Silverstein's Every Thing On It. It radiates confusion even before being opened.

The smaller box reveals an antique seam ripper, handle carved from wood, patterns of cracks burned into it. A smaller, typed note reads "Do NOT use on normal fabric and thread." next to it.

Hmmm… the Brown Recluse is enigmatic as ever. Death and Change happen quite a lot around here…

Those gifts do seem like they could be quite useful, though. Especially…

*the Archivist holds up the Seam-ripper, Examining it closer.*

Not exactly a perfect solution - needs active tension in the Strings to cut, and must be wielded quite carefully to avoid severing other types of Threads - bonds, fate… or the fabric of reality. Still, it may be worth the risk…

*it Looks at its hands, lets its Eyes unfocus just so to see the silky glimmer of Strings floating from it. One wrapped around its right pinky - a Favor still owed. Another on its left ring finger, entwined hopelessly with one of the two red Threads tied there.* *it hesitates. The latter is far too entangled with Di’s Thread. It won’t risk it. Foolish, nostalgic, maybe. Maybe. But she deserves better than to be so callously cut away. It would be tearing out a chunk of its own heart.*

*the former, though. The Favor. It’s a more delicate one, delicate enough to break after truly being pulled on, hard to See, harder to pin down* *carefully, it tries catching it in the Seam-ripper’s pincer, but there’s no tension in the String - it’s not actively being used, after all. It’s only an IOU. For now.*

*it somehow doubt it’ll get the time to pull the tool out, next time Madison tries to call the debt in.*

#statements #the Fateweaver

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sheviolentlyher · 3 months

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no. you don't understand the definition of aphrodisiac.

No I don’t give a fuck.

Don’t show me the good in life. Please it will scar me. It will taint my psyche. I am but a sheep, coward, maiden. Those things still exist.

What do I do with the things that still exist inside my head? How do I kill memories? Are memories a curse or a blessing? Neither or nature?

I think memories live in the heart. or they are the spark, and what type of fire is up to us. we either rise from the ashes, or we burn the entire fucking house down. we make a stake and the memories become burned into our head.

do you remember the day you rose above? do you remember the first day you said I don't give a fuck?

why does he always think I need help? LOL I dont understand, do it my way or don't help. I cant help that. he told me today. " solve your own fucking problems" hahahaha. I didn't take it personal. you're right, get the fuck out.

i like to act like my life is hard. but it's not. it's life. it's soft.

however---

I'm kinda pissed off actually. in the back ion my mind, I am angry. I can feel it. and little bits of it are coming out, because I have been holding it in. I know exactly what it is. and because I know exactly what it is-- fuck--- again? what will it take to break the curse? what will it take to break that power you have over me? what will it take too cut the cord. do you want the cord cut? do you even fucking love me. you piece of shit. I swear to god, you fucking broke me, you took me apart, analyzing me with all the right words, already knowing my response and you loved seeing you work yourself through my body. you fucking coward. Id really like to put my fucking knee in your dick. I want to slap you so hard that my nails leave marks across your face, for days, and every time you look in the mirror you will forever be reminded of me because of it. I want to fucking haunt you. I want you to never sleep. I want you to keep dreaming of me while you are wide awake. I want you to suffer from my memory. I want it to teach you about yourself. I want it to make you think fucking deep, deeper than you thought even fucking possible, it makes you feel insane it's so fucking deep. abyss. abyss. abyss. I want you in the fetal positions just floating in nothingness with all the ugly and odd fish. every time someone says "make a wish" you think of me. I ground myself with the fact that you also will never be able to get rid of my memory, we will never be able to cut this cord universally. you will always compare every other woman to me. I will become a "model woman" inside you head, one that will never be met.

right now? all you need is to still on the phone, in silence with me. you just want to hear my voice and listen to how I breathe. you want me to stimulate your mind like a good loyal puppy dog, you want rewards and you want to be--- pet. You want the thrill of being on your knees in front of a real woman. adrenaline junkie. need small doses daily. need to express yourself with sex. Sex being art, art being creative, less consumption of life, more creation of life. two to tango type vibes.

what an incredibly raw entry.

rare. bleeding. raw.

things are not hard for me, things are soft. I do things that do not require me to always have guard up 24/7. I always in my natural state of softcore woman. I dont like being hardcore, but it doesn't mean I won't do it, I just said I didnt like it. It still happens to me. Where I am soft for too long and then all of the sudden I become hardcore. I can feel the shift, the duality. but now? I feel like they are working together. I stopped trying to figure out what was impulsive, I will never really know. we could label any past choice impulsive. I think being impulsive and spontaneous is the same thing. everything we do is almost always will feel impulsive because we are most definitely living in a world of routine and ritual. and ritual to America is a nice house in the suburbs, marriage, kids and wife- good schools and white crime. so what the fuck are we really doing by diagnosing "impulsive behavior" as a defect? wasn't this country built on impulse? or maybe I doing understand the depth of "mental illness" it sure seems very easy to say that anyone, or everyone is "sick" or "mental ill" because at the end of the day-- what does "ill" look like to you, you have watched enough tru crime documentaries to fucking know, I know how much Americans like serial killers. so fucking tell me-

maybe I am not exposed to enough reality, I'm only exposed to my conspiracies, which is code for imagination. I am only limited to what information is given- right? mental illness to me looks very much like a mental hospital. I immediately think of a mental hospital when I think mentally ill. because the is the way it has been shaped. rare. special. critical. but the fact that it can look like the happiest person in the world is terrifying. are we coming to that realization. is mental health normal yet? are we acting accordingly to our genuine concern.

I hate it when people sarcastically say that I am "enlightened" it's like----- what the fuck does that even mean? does that mean you recognize me as a source of power now? okay, yes, I like this rabbit hole. haha. I mean seriously, is it spiritual jealousy? we are all born free into a world of chains and things. and they all say we aren't free again until we die. so what does that tell you? that earth is either hell or purgatory. wait how the fuck did we get here? --------

am I saying too much? am I just a very good fantasy writer? or am I just shit, am I just another brain on the spectrum of all things? meh. why care? in one hundred years, no one will know me. there will no minds left on earth with my memory. so I'm going to make the best of being alive, I'm going to be me spontaneously, and hope to god that I do not live to see world war three. which makes me think- where was god? where the fuck was god? the devil is not afraid to show his face, he is not afraid to show god how proud he is to own this place, and the only thing past the blue sky is space, ive only witnessed what humans can do, I don't think I have ever witnessed what god could do. I believe humans are the gods. humans are the creator of the devil. humans are creators of god. humans are creator of the Holy Spirit. I believe we do not recognize this power just as we refuse to recognize a compliment. we just cant believe in ourselves enough, and this will be our downfall.

not me, I'm starting to believe. in me. producing my reality easily. attracting. I guess what I needed was to come on here and slang some bullshit out of my head. make room. clear the clutter. feel vulnerable until I don't anymore?

I remain what I am, a muse. for all life.

-x

#raw thoughts #idle thoughts #thoughts into the void #diary #tumblr diary #diaryposting #personal diary #poetic #writeblr #writing #free writing #writers and poets #free write #girl interrupted #i swear im normal #I swear I'm funny

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urlocalmagicalcat · 10 months

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How could I grow to adore this world surrounding me? Tell me will I just keep on rolling on eternally? Hey I think I’ll take these feelings no one ever wants Give this world a chance and share them all now with this final song Look at me, what exactly do you want to be? Look at me, can you tell me what you long to see? My heart breaks apart, however it still burns On now more than any other Look at me, can you see the one I try to be? Look at me, can you see the one I try to be? Is there light out piercing through the night Guiding me on to my life? /lyrs

#(🎡) marz/nep

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Welp, since I’m a regular now; I’mma just park my chair here and spin the idea wheel. And so the idea wheel has decided!

Let’s have the Brothers and Undatables react to MC just barging in unexpectedly while they’re busy doing whatever. Everyone’s just vibing together at Diavolo’s talking about things, playing games, and all dat jazz and suddenly MC comes in with a blank face before they get a sad expression (they’re this close 👌🏾 to having a breakdown, it’s so sad).

MC:....Can I have a hug? 🥺 *says weakly as they were seconds away from crying*

Bby needs comfort! (Let’s just say they recently lost a loved one and they want some affection)

My first ever regular. You have no idea how much I cherish you. Thank you for the funniest and angstiest asks ever. This hits too close to home. I've lost two very close people to disease and suicide in the last few years and the feeling is horrible. So this might end up being a bit self indulgent... apologies.

Please if any of your friends seem not okay, check up on them regularly. Even the adults in your life. And most importantly check up on yourself. Take care okay?

I will do my best to do this justice too. Sorry if it's a little late college and extra classes are a pain sometimes.

It was not news you were prepared to receive. Not that day. It was supposed to be a day of celebration.

Lord Diavolo had announced a small party just for Council and the exchange students. Asmo had taken hours to get you ready. Everyone was excited and in good spirits, clinking their glasses and cheering for a joyous reunion. There was music, dancing and laughter so loud, it felt like it was echoing all across Devildom.

And yet here you were in the bathroom, bent over a sink, staring at yourself in disbelief. You had received horrible news from the human world.

A last message an old friend had left for you.

"Hey MC, thanks for being kind to me. Although we have a long and sweet history, it felt good to reconnect and feel wanted in my last few days. Thanks for the last hug, MC. It was the best one I've ever had."

What kind of bittersweet message was this? What was the point of making them feel wanted if they still left anyway?

No you must keep your composure, you think. The laughter keeps echoing louder. While internal screams creep up your throat. You have to go back before they start worrying about you.

The doors to the ballroom feel heavy as you push through. "Hey look! MC's back! Now we-- MC...?"

You don't know what face you were making, but everyone went quiet. Some looked horrified, some worried and some panicked. You felt your head go dizzy with the pain, tears stinging the corners it your eyes.

Looking directly at one of them, you croaked out the first thing that came into mind.

"C-could I have a hug?"

Lucifer

This man isn't a hugger. But for you he'd make an exception every day.

Especially when you asked for it so desperately.

Walk up to you swiftly, holding the back of your head and pressing it to his chest, while his other arm wraps around you.

"Would you prefer to spend some time in private?" He whispers as you break into soft sobs in his arms and nod.

"Excuse us. We'll be back shortly. Anyone who follows us will face consequences. MC needs some time alone." He calls out to the rest and whisks you away to his room.

Makes you sit in his lap as he cradles you while you cry. Keeps telling you it's not your fault and you tried your best.

Mammon

Someone save this boy, he is a mess himself.

He feels guilty already. He can't stand to see you this way. What couldn't he protect you from??

Aren't you the one who rushes to give people hugs?

He returns the favour. Sprinting towards you and engulfing you instantly in his arms.

He feels your shaky breath as you cling on to him and goes bezerk.

"Oi. I'm taking MC home." It's the most serious he has ever been.

Doesn't hesitate to bring out his wings and fly you home as soon as possible. He cups your face as you cry, his fingers wiping down each tear. His eyes are pained looking at you like this, it wasn't even your fault. You tried till the end didn't you?

Leviathan

This man's protective trigger has been switched. Who dare be the cause of this?

You're his cheery best friend. He simply won't stand to see you like this.

Runs towards you and hugs you as tight as he can, like you've done for him so many times. Embarassment be damned.

You asked for a hug, he will definitely give you one. You grab onto his jacket with trembling fingers and lean into him.

"MC would you like to go home ?" He asks softly, patting your head. You nod softly.

Takes you home as fast as possible, and lays you down in his tub. When start crying violently he starts to tear up alongside you. Losing a friend isn't easy afterall.

Satan

His first instinct was violence. His fist tightening, about to murder whoever did this to you.

But the moment you raised your arms, asking for a hug in that small voice, it was like looking at a helpless kitten in pain.

Another one who sprints towards you to hold you close. His hug feels gentle yet urgent at the same time.

He cupped your cheek, and stared as your eyes grew misty. "Don't worry we're getting out this instant." Slammed the doors behind him as he left. A subtle message to leave them be.

He took you to common room, near the fireplace to warm you up, one of his arms always around you, as you wailed and choked on your tears. He presses kisses on your head too and tells you how kind you were. You did your part. You weren't responsible for someone else's actions.

Asmodeus

He is gasping and tearing up at the sight of you. Oh you poor thing who dare hurt you?!

How could he ever say no to your hugs? Especially now when you needed him most?

He comes at you with such speed that you both almost topple over. He rubs your back and arms trying to calm you down with his touch as he hugs you.

"Would you like to be alone with me MC?" The moment you nod, his wings are out and you're soaring through the air until you find yourself in his bath.

You lean against him and cry your heart out, he holds you from behind, pressing kisses on your head whispering it's okay.

Beelzebub

Baby boy is heartbroken. Why do you look like that? Where are you hurt?

He immediately hates that look on your face. He must do something to fix it immediately.

Runs and lifts you up in his arms and holds you so close to himself, his arms providing endless protection.

"MC will food make it better?" You shake your head so he takes off. He doesn't care about the feast he missed, he just wants you to be okay.

Flies you into his room and gives you plushies to hold onto while he gets you all your favourite food. Will hold you tight as you sob into his chest and will feed you later on cause he knows how exhausting crying can be.

Belphegor

He knows that face. And he knows the pain behind it. And now he's feeling it too.

Who did this? Who dared? Tell him their name and they're gone.

A hug, huh? He's ready to give you much more than that if you ask.

Walks towards you and wraps you up in his jacket and then his arms. His hug is so warm and soft you could fall asleep right there.

"Let's go lie down together." He will take you home and put you down in his bed, bundled up in his blanket, his soft pillow under your head. Pulls you flush against him as you sob and scream into his pillow.

Solomon

He is human. Of course he knows the face of ultimate pain. He's been through it so many times he's made himself immune.

But he wasn't immune to yours. Your ever smiling face - that was what he liked. This irked him, made him restless.

He's next to you in the blink of an eye, wrapping his arms around you, cloak and all, his mouth pressing down on your head.

"Let's take it to the sky shall we? Don't worry I've got you." He says softly. You nod, your fingers grasping at his shirt.

And in mere seconds you are soaring above the clouds, the gentle air cooling your burning heart as you cry into the wind. He holds you close and whispering to make you feel better.

Diavolo

He has seen this face only once before. When Lucifer came to him Lilith dying in his arms.

He saw the look on yours and he was determined to help you however he could. And if it started with a hug so be it.

Takes big strides and hoists you up in his arms, as you wrap your shaking arms around his neck and press your face into his jacket.

"The party is over. MC shall stay with me tonight I'll send them back when they feel better." Gone was his usual cheery tone. He seemed distraught, angry almost.

Took you to his bedroom and laid you down softly, still holding onto you tightly, keeping you from falling apart as you sob into his arms. Takes the next days off to be next to you.

Simeon

His emotions mirror your own. Seeing you in such pain, makes him feel the same.

His heart is breaking seeing you this way. He can't hold you fast enough.

He swiftly runs to hold your hands first. He feels them tremble in his own and he wraps himself around Immediately, cradling your head delicately.

"Let's get you away. You'd like that won't you?" He says running his fingers through your hair. You let you a breathy yes and he's off.

You land in Purgatory hall, curled up into him on the couch, freshly brewed flower tea on the table. He holds you close as you cry into his arms. Tells you that your friend is in a better place because you healed their soul before they left.

Barbatos

You made the usually composed demon crack. Even if for a moment, he felt the need to do something extreme.

What was causing you this much discomfort? He was ready to eliminate it.

A mere hug? Is that what would make you feel better? He is ready to deliver.

He's there before you know it, holding you like delicate royalty. You could crumble at how soft he was for you.

"Would you prefer somwhere more quiet?" He asks. You only need to nod once and he's already sweeping you off your feet and into his chambers. Picks the most calming teas for you as he sits by your side holding your hand.

Luke

He knew the demons were no good. Of course it was a matter of time before MC got hurt again.

He was about to cry looking at you, ready to throw hands at the whoever caused this.

A hug? A hug will help? YES OF COURSE.

He flies straight into, wrapping his little arms around your neck. Like a baby brother comforting a distraught older sibling.

"Come on MC! Let's get away from here!" He says and flies you off to purgatory hall. He brings you to the kitchen and starts whipping up your favourite desserts to cheer you up.

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