#ROBBIE THANK YOU I'M SOBBING

[jaozendry]

"Why would you do this to yourself?"

Pairing: Robby Keene x GN!Reader

Type: Angst

Warnings: drinking, self-harm, blood, knives, mild-swearing

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Summary: Robby finds you in a pitiful state after your breakup and tries to make you feel better.

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"Y/N? What happened here?" Robby asks, opening the door to your mess of an apartment.

It's been two weeks since the two of you broke up. Since then, you've been drinking to try to forget it, and... self-harming to go through the pain. Robby went to go live with his father in the meanwhile and left the apartment to you. Little did he know, leaving you all by yourself might've been the worst mistake of his life.

Robby comes back to your apartment to check up on you since he's still paying for the bills. Deep inside, he's not just here for your half of rent: he wants to see you. He misses you, he still loves you but he won't admit it. Letting out his feelings through words has never been his strong suit. He's worried about you.

He finds you on the bathroom floor, bleeding profusely from the wrist. "Holy shit, Y/N! You okay?!" he asks, rushing towards you. "What happened?!" he asks again, stopping the bleeding with a towel. He notices the knife you used on the counter, obviously bloodied. "We talked about this..." he tells you, sighing. "I'm sorry." you sob while Robby cleans your wound to heal it. "Don't be sorry." he sighs, searching for plasters in the curtains. "Why would you do this to yourself?" he asks you, healing the cut. You remain silent while he shakes his head.

"Can you stand?" he asks, reaching out his hand. You nod in agreement. "Come on, let's sit you down." You struggle to stand, much to his surprise. "You were drinking again..." he tells you, taking your hand and helping you up.

The both of you head to the living room. Robby had to help you out a lot, given your pitiful condition. You were struggling to walk properly, which made his heart skip a beat. He thought you were going to fall at any moment and worsen your condition.

While you sit down on the couch with a pillow, Robby takes the empty bottles of alcohol on the table to throw them out, as well as the unopened ones in the fridge. "What are you doing?" you ask him, barely able to pronounce a word. "Taking away your drinks. It's bad for you; look in the mirror right now." he explains, putting the bottles in a plastic bag. "You're not my dad-" He interrupts you: "There's no discussing it." he snaps. He immediately calms down and sighs. "Sorry."

He sits down next to you on the couch, holding your hand. "Talk to me." You can see the sincerity and concern in his beautiful eyes. "Is it because of the breakup?" he asks while tears dwell up in your eyes. "Yeah." you reply, your voice breaking. "I just... miss you." His grasp on your hand tightens firmly. "I know." he adds, crying softly as well. "But... I'm still not ready to commit to a relationship. I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind." he explains. "I know, it's fine."

His voice starts breaking. "No, I know it's not. You're drinking yourself to an early grave and cutting yourself until you bleed out. It's not fine, Y/N." You look at him with teary eyes, realizing he still cares. "I never stopped caring about you, even after the breakup. You're still precious to me... you always will be, Y/N. You helped me at my lowest, let me help you." He wipes away the tears from your eyes. "Thanks, Robby." He caresses your face softly. "I don't want you to end up like my dad because of me. Drinking your life away, being drunk all the time, just being sad and pathetic." he says, earning a little laugh from you. "He got better now, you can too." he adds, kissing your forehead.

"Let me get you something to eat." he says, standing up and going through your fridge. "Here, you had some pizza in your fridge. Also water." he says, smiling. You giggle. "Thanks." you reply softly. He sits down next to you once more and eats with you. He sighs out of relief.

"I still love you, Y/N. And I still care about you."

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[v33n4-c4rn1s]

♱Whisky business♱

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Damien karras X reader

(@ashley-slashley HAS TOO MANY GOOD LITTLE PROMPTS IN THEIR POSTS OH MYYY)

Miserable. He was absolutely miserable, Damien karras, a man well know by the church, by the university, was plunged into helplessness.

He missed his mother, he felt it was all his fault, leaving her to die..leaving her to rot, all he could do now was drink away his worries.

He never took himself as much of an alcoholic but he sure did look like one, his hurt was evident..he lost his faith and his mother. It was all hopeless.

"Damien..we spoke about this,, why didn't you call me?"

[Name] took a seat next to Damien, they were lucky they managed to find him.

He barely looked up as he spoke.

"..how-..how did you even find me?.."

His voice quivering from the sheer emotions he felt right now, his lip trembling. He wasn't a man for emotions unless provoked, if anything he kept a quiet life but as [Name] explained how worried they were for him, how he wouldn't anwser the phone or the knocks on the door, he felt tears welling up in his eyes, karras felt like the worst person, scaring his lover and losing his mother.

"and i thought you..- Damien?"

[Name] went on but stopped when they heard the small sniffles of a broken man.

"Damien are you?-"

crying? yes he was, he let the tears fall freely now, sobbing into his hand as he shook his head, [Name] didn't say a word, instead they just embraced him, leaning down to kiss his head as he leaned against their chest, allowing all his pent up stress and emotions to flood out, [Name] simply ran their fingers through his hair trying to soothe him.

"I'm-..I'm so sorry.. you shouldn't have to see me so weak,,"

he mumbled, it was almost like his mind was half on, all he could recognise was whisky and warmth.

"hey- nono it's okay dims, i know it's been hard on you- hell it's the hardest thing to deal with.."

They kissed his head once more, trying to wipe the many tears that fell.

"I left her there- I left her to rot. She died alone..she died alone-"

He rambled on, [Name] figured it was best to atleast take him back to their home, keep him in a safe and warm environment.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

The two walked the streets back to [Name's] home, Damien stumbling as they tried to hold him up while trying to find their house keys. Eventually they did, ushering him inside and leading him to the sofa after slamming to door shut. [Name] figured to make him some tea, ease his mind a little bit, they also left the kitchen to grab him some sweats and a t-shirt, something more comfy than his vestments, they strolled to the living room and passed him the comfy clothes which he thanked them quietly as he kissed the back of their hand.

As soon as he was changed he sat back on the sofa, staring blankly at the wall, the wall was dotted with little pictures of the two lovers doing all kinds of things..dates, work, dinners. It was sweet..his vestments lay in a pile on one of the chairs while he gazed at a few pictures for a moment.

Damien felt pressure on his lap. [Name's] cat Robbie had came to lay in karras' lap, making himself quite comfortable.

"oh..hello,,"

Karras spoke softly, smiling as he scratched behind Robbie's ear, earning a purr from the feline.

"Ah..you like that? yeah,, good boy.."

he smiled as Robbie pressed his paws into damiens leg, kneading at his jeans.

"i have some tea- oh hello Robbie..your making yourself comfortable I see?"

[Name] was back, setting two cups and a cake onto the coffee table before turning to Damien, leaning in to kiss his cheek, Robbie looked up curiously at the share of affection between the two, Damiens response to the kisses was to cup [Name's] cheeks and kiss them properly, they seemed happy with this, sighing lovingly and returning his kiss.

They pulled away after a few moments, Damien reached for his cup, still slightly tipsy but he was able to take a few sips, [Name] took a few sips from their cup before switching the TV to play a random movie, Ah a romance film? The raging moon. It sounded good.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

They were around about an 50 minutes into the film, [Name] watching intently while Robbie purred softly in karras' lap..it was peaceful until Damien cleared his throat.

"..I'm sorry."

His voice was a mumble but it was clear.

"what for dear? you haven't done anything-"

[Name] let a small breathy laugh leave their lips, turning to him and tilting their head.

"ah well- I was..I was in a bit of a state earlier, I'm sorry- I should have answered your calls and stayed home instead of indulging in shitty 'whiskey business' for the night, I was so drowned in grief.."

[Name] sighed, kissing his temple and leaning on his shoulder.

"it wasn't your fault, none of it was..I'm sorry that your mother passed dimmy, she was a wonderful women and she loved you greatly.."

They looked up at Damien, a stray tear falling down his cheek which he wiped away.

"i love you,,"

He spoke softly, leaning his head on theirs.

"I love you more, you know I do.."

Damien hummed, a small smile on his face as he kissed their head.

He was a lucky man to be blessed with such an angel.

They ran into his life and stole his heart.

he knew one thing, he was glad it was [Name].

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

RAAAAAHHH THIS WAS SO CORNY

I love dims, we all do 🫶

COME EAT DAMIEN LOVERS. EAAATTTTT

#damien karras #damien karras x reader #the exorcist father karras #the exorcist damien #the exorcist #the exorcist 1973 #x reader #horror

[nachostriplet]

Hi! As you can see, this is the first post on this blog. Not my first piece of writing whatsoever, but I'm still pretty inexperienced. So please, be nice. Thanks:)

Sweetheart - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: I wrote this at night, very tired, and English is not my first language. Be nice, please:)

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, cute Bob, douchey guys, mentions of failed dates, insecurity (Reader)

Bob Floyd x afab! neighbor!reader

About 2050 words

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"Robby-" you were interrupted by your own breathless moan. How did you wind up sitting atop the black marble of your very own kitchen counter while Robert Floyd buried his face between your thighs? Your hazy mind tried to make sense of all this.

There had been a date. Tall guy, good looking, the typical handsome, gym frequenting brunette with a knack for football. He was nice, as was the date, at least until you found out that there were no interests whatsoever you shared. You'd never been a great fan of sports, and hell you would want your friends to get you to a psychiatrist if you'd ever get up at six on your day off just to go for a run. And he talked about himself way too much. You felt like you had lived through his whole life in the span of that two hours at the diner, and the only thing you were able to say was your preference for books over television to calm down from a busy day.

When you left for the bathroom and came back not even five minutes later, only to find the booth you were previously sat in empty, all it took for you was a look around the diner to find him sitting at the bar, next to a blonde-blowout knockout Barbie with legs for miles and curves so full you would have thought she jumped out of a movie.

You left a few bills on the table and quickly scurried out of there without saying goodbye to Christian. Or was it Christopher? Or just Chris? It was so fucking hard to remember when Bob flattened his tongue against your clit and curled his fingers inside you just so right - all the while sounding as if he was enjoying the whole ordeal as much as you were.

Robert Floyd was your neighbor — scratch that — your best friend, since you had moved into the apartment complex in San Diego. He helped you when you moved in, brought you coffee every other day and left cookies for you in front of your door - always sticking a post-it with a smiley drawn on it to the tupperware, so you knew who left them for you, because he steadfastly thought that someone could leave you of all people drugged or poisoned baked goods. He was sweet and caring, and even discussed about literature with you, all while staying inside of your or his flat, wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea in hands. He lent you his favorites, mostly old classics and poetry. And you would be lying if you said, that you didn't have a teeny tiny, or more massive crush on the blue-eyed blonde with the cute glasses. The same glasses that now sat askew on the bridge of his nose, slipped because of his utter enthusiasm to make you melt right into the cool surface of your kitchen counter.

He'd just come out of his own door to grab a few more beers for his friends when he saw you climb the stairs, tears of embarrassment and shame still pooling in your eyes and clinging to your lashes.

"What happened sweetheart?" He had asked in that sweet, timbre voice, and you couldn't help but start sobbing.

Robert didn't even hesitate to close the door behind him, all the while stepping into the hallway to draw you into a firm hug. The part of you that wasn't currently drowning in self-sorrow registered the hard planes of his chest and his muscular arms that engulfed you shaking form, firm yet so soft and careful, as if you would break.

A comforting hand stroked down your back and you only realized the silent noises of comfort coming from him when he stopped them to ask you: "What happened, I thought you were supposed to be on a date right now." It was then, that he realized. Sky blue eyes darkened, his gaze hardened and his voice was firm when he continued. "What did he do?"

You hiccuped, but between sniffles you managed a few quiet words. "He left me for a pretty blonde."

Bob was silent for a moment, as if he considered something, before he gestured to your door and said: "Do you want to tell me somewhere more private? May I come in?"

Quickly, you shook your head. "You have visitors Robby, that'd be rude."

He just shrugged. "They'll manage without me. Can get their beers themselves sweetheart. You're more important right now."

In the end, you caved and let him step into your flat behind you. He immediately scurried of to the kitchen, knowing your home as if it was his own and started the kettle to make two cups of tea.

While the water started heating up, he turned around and leaned on your counter, watching you take off the strappy heels you went for. Observing how beautiful you looked in that dress, and how it complemented your eyes. Your hair was in a pretty updo, and you really put an effort in your makeup for once. Though, in his humble opinion you were just as gorgeous now, as you were in sweatpants and the T-shirt you once stole from him. He only realized you looking back at him, when you quietly called out his name. His gaze snapped back up to meet yours and he already felt the heat in his cheeks, a blush starting to form.

He managed to calm his thoughts and pour two cups of tea without spilling the hot water all over himself out of lack of concentration. As he sat opposite you at the table, he asked again.

"What did he do?" And then corrected himself. "Why would he do that?"

You shrugged and stared into the brown-ish liquid inside your cup.

"You haven't seen her. She looked like a supermodel. I went to the bathroom and when I came back, he had already ditched me for her. But really, it's understandable, I couldn't compare." You hesitated, fearing that he would laugh at you. But this was Robby, your cookie baking, tea drinking, reading neighbor, ridiculously cute Robby with his blonde hair and blue eyes. He wouldn't laugh at you.

"I just feel...unlovable at times, unbearable even. I've had five dates this month and two of them left early, one found another woman in the same bar, and one didn't even show up. The only one that seemed at least a bit interested dumped me after I refused to take him home and have sex with him. I don't think I can take another rejection. I mean, maybe I should just stop trying and hope that it either comes naturally, or accept my fate as weird old cat mom whose never been in a serious relationship because she's too incompetent to get herself a man, and too-" You stopped your rambling when you noticed Robert's glare. He didn't mean to glare at you in particular, it was more his own thoughts that made him scowl as if he wanted to murder someone. Still, you stopped. Robby had never looked at you like this. Did he finally have enough of you?

"Now listen here-" he started, getting up from his seat "This guy, what was his name again?"

"Colin."

"Colin..Even his name is ridiculous. Colin is a dick, okay? He wouldn't see perfection in front of him when it bites him in the ass."

You choked on a laugh.

"And what in your hypothetical situation is perfection? You're not talking about me, are you?"

He took both of your hands in his and pulled you up to face him.

"Nothing I said was hypothetical, sweetheart. Except for the biting part, maybe." He murmured, crowding you against the counter. You peered up into his darkened eyes and found him staring right back at you. Wherever this sudden burst of confidence came from, but it was hot.

"Have you really not noticed? You've been living here for nearly two years, and I've been smitten with you ever since you first stumbled up these stairs with a box full of plates and nearly face planted onto the ground. To me, you're perfect sweetheart. You're kind, and smart, and beautiful and everyone who doesn't see this has to be blind. If a man doesn't treat you like the goddess you are, he doesn't deserve you, you hear me?"

You wanted to answer. A sentence or even a single word. A nod. But you couldn't. God, you couldn't do anything but stare at him and wonder how it would feel to finally kiss him. And as if he read your thoughts, he bent his head down, his lips a hairs breadth away from yours.

"May I kiss you?"

You managed nothing more than a squeaky "Yes."

Unbelievably soft lips met yours in a soft, nearly hesitant peck, before he drew away. You barely suppressed the whine that threatened to leave your mouth and pulled him back down to crash your lips against his.

As if your action had kickstarted something in him, he gripped your waist and pulled you into his chest. One of his hands migrated to your hair, his fingers weaving through the strands and pulling.

If he hadn't hold you, you would have fallen to the ground by now. Your knees were giving out and somewhere in the back of your mind you noticed the lack of oxygen in your lungs, but you couldn't possibly stop kissing him.

The two of you only broke apart when he grabbed the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up onto the smooth marble. A light squeak left you, when the exposed skin of your legs met the cool stone, but it drowned in the sight you let out when Robert kissed you again.

That's how you ended up here. Breathless and moaning desperately clawing onto his hair with your left and the edge of the counter with your right hand, the skirt of your dress bunched up above your hips.

"Robert, please!" You had no idea what exactly you were begging for, but you were so, so close to the edge. And quiet, shy, innocent Robby grinned a smug grin against the wetness of your cunt.

"I can feel you sweetheart. I can feel how you're squeezing my fingers. You're close. Come for me, beautiful."

That was all it took to push you over the edge of the cliff. You let out a wail of his name as you came, so loud you were sure that his friends on the other side of the wall would hear. You were flying, higher and higher, but falling at the same time. Luckily, Robert was there to catch you. The soft caresses of his hands, the fleeting touch of his lips - it grounded you. Slowly but surely, you came down from the incredible high that he had just given to you. When you were able to see clear again, you realized that Robert had been taxing your face the whole time. There was a flustered blush on his cheeks, his lips glistening with your juices.

"You're so pretty..." He murmured, and you couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he was.

"You, Robert Floyd, just gave me the best Orgasm of my life. Give me a few minutes until I can stand straight again, and then it's your turn darling."

He coughed awkwardly. "I don't think I need my turn."

It took you a moment to get what he was hinting at, but really, when your eyes trailed down you noticed the stain on his pants. He fussed with his hands, clearly uncomfortable, and shuffled his weight from one foot to the other.

"You came." you noted. "Just from...this?" You vaguely gestured into your own direction.

"As I said, you're really beautiful. And you should have heard yourself love. I'm sorry, it's just...Will you go out with me? For a real date?"

He must have realized what he said a moment later, because his face paled and then flushed, and he cleared his throat.

"Not the appropriate time to ask something like this." He stated.

With a grin of your own, you bent down and placed a kiss smack on his lips.

"I would very much like that, Robby."

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When Bob knocked on his own door with tousled hair and reddened cheeks, and Hangman of all people opened it, the whistle that followed would surely be heard by everyone in the house.

"Baby on Board got some! Now you're a real man Bobby boy!"

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[hyunjinissough]

5-4-3-2-1 || Minho x (gn)Reader

tw: symptoms of a panick attack, angst, fluff, roommate!Minho

a/n: Hello! I was feeling very sad after hearing about the death of actor Robbie Coltrane. I've grown up alongside the Harry Potter franchise and have been an avid lover of the series. This led me to writing an angsty, fluffy fic to make me feel happier and tbh it did. My condolences to Coltranes family and anyone who mourns his death. Stay safe! ^^

Your heart pounded as you sat up in bed, breath fast and hitching with every few sob that erupted from the back of your tightened throat. You didn't realise the tears gracing your face until you raised your shaking hand to wipe them away roughly.

This had been happening more often than usual lately. The same horrid nightmare playing before your closed eyelids. Thankfully, he was always there to help.

You tried not to let your sniffles and cries get too loud, but in the end it seemed pointless as you heard the footsteps of your roommate padding through the hall before stopping at your door.

Minho knocked gently against your door, not letting you answer before coming in.

You couldn't look up as he walked over to your bed and gently sat on the edge, planting his pillow next to yours before pulling you into an embrace.

This helped calm you, but it wasn't enough. Your tears fell freely and your shoulders stayed painfully tense.

"Hey, Y/N, listen here," he said, taking your cheeks into his hands and trying to establish some sort of contact with you. His goal was to ground you in this moment, and he knew just what would help.

You tried to look into his eyes, signalling that you were listening to what he was saying.

"Y/N," he whispered gently, letting his hands run down your arms to let you squeeze his hands, "look around your room, tell me five things that you see."

You listened intently, and looked around your bedroom. "My blanket… um, your hoodie," you listed. It seemed hard as your tear filled eyes made many things blurry, and your breaths were still fast and cut. As you finished your final item, he carried on.

"How about, four things you can feel right now?"

"My duvet, I think a slight draft," you chuckled together, " the mattress we are sitting on and you."

Minho smiled at your last option, gently lifting his right hand and running it through your hair, comforting you. You were starting to breathe again, your throat feeling less constricted and your shoulders slowly loosening. Minho continued.

"What can you hear right now, Y/N? Anything you like?"

"I can hear trees rustling outside, and some cars. And your voice each time you speak."

"Then I'll just have to babble on to keep you calm, won't I?", he laughed. You joined in, a calm feeling washing over you.

He took you through you final questions, what you could smell and what you could taste. Each being answered with ease as you sunk back into his gentle embrace. Your arms wrapping around his waist as he rocked you back and forth slowly.

"You feeling better?" Minho asked. He carried on rocking you whilst rubbing gentle circles on your back. You nodded gently against his chest before releasing him and laying back down.

You scooted over in bed, giving him space to slide under the cover next to you.

He slid in, laying on his side and letting you cuddle up to him, draping his arm over your figure.

"Thank you, Minho. I'm glad that you always come and help me through these… things." You sniffled, smiling into his chest, arm draping over his torso in similar fashion as he had his around you.

"I'll always be here, Y/N… always…" he replied breathily, as you each slowly drifted off into a calming sleep.

And as you fell into your slumber, you kept his last word in mind.

Always.

#skz #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #lee minho x reader #minho x reader #skz angst #stray kids angst #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee minho #stray kids minho #lee know #lee know x reader #hyun.txt #skz smut #stray kids smut

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

Hi!!!

New Fiona fan here! But I suppose from what I have read here I should say early seasons Fiona fan?

I watched the uk version years ago and only just started the US one, and I'm only up to season 3.

I went binge reading on ao3 and your fics are golden! Top shelf quality writing, Fiona centric, gut wrenching stuff. I think you are one of, if not the only writers in the Fandom that do her justice.

And give her the credit she deserves.

So....

I have two questions for you, if you feel like answering: in your opinion, which was Fiona's worst self sabotaging instance?

And, does she ever go past the point of no return?

Mind you, I don't much care if there are spoilers in the answers, but the questions are being asked by someone who has watched (as of last night) up to season 3 episode 10ish

hi there! SO sorry for getting back to you so late; i'm finally out of finals hell and can get back to my inbox :)

thank you so much for your kind words! you are so so sweet and i'm genuinely so shocked and happy that my silly little stories resonate with you. thank you for reading !!! <3

i unfortunately will have to spoil quite a bit to answer your questions, but here are my thoughts!

i think fiona's worst self-sabotaging moment comes in season four, when she cheats on her then-boyfriend/boss mike with his brother robbie (who is on-and-off on drugs). he spends several episodes doggedly pursuing her, to kind of a creepy extent, but fiona still seems to find him alluring. she also feels 'safer' with him than mike, which is ironic since mike is the sweetest, most upstanding, kind guy in her life; this seems to be because mike's 'normalcy' scares her, and she admits herself that she doesn't know how to be with him because she's not 'good enough' or 'normal enough' for him. anyways. fiona cheats, gets caught, gets transferred to a different position at her job, is ostracized by her friends and coworkers, and her life comes crashing down. this leads her to end up receiving cocaine from robbie as a 'birthday gift.' fiona leaves it on the table while she's celebrating that night. baby liam gets into it and accidentally puts it in his mouth and overdoses and almost dies. fiona's negligence hurts her baby and she goes to prison. this moment was so so sad and heartbreaking and frustrating for me because she had this really amazing guy but self-sabotaged her own relationship because of her fear of intimacy/normalcy/having good things in her life, and it lead to this huge, terrible spiral that completely shattered her life. she could never have imagined/expected it to go that far, of course, but the fact remains that all of this unfortunately stemmed from her infidelity. season four makes me sob and cry every single time i watch it. fiona's devastating mistake led to some of her worst fears: hurting her kids, losing her stability for them, and having to leave her siblings behind. ughhhhhh, fiona!!!

this is a hard one to answer. i think so many of fiona's mistakes and poor decisions are things i would find unforgivable in real life, but because of the way the narrative of shameless unfolds and the reasoning behind her decisions make me more empathetic towards her. (and also, i love her so i have to admit that i'm biased lol). obviously, liam getting into her coke was an honest mistake, but it still stemmed from her irresponsibility. so although i feel absolutely terrible for her, i just can't see myself being able to forgive her if i was one of her siblings. she also kicks debbie out in season five for getting pregnant, which... i can understand the feelings behind her decision, that doesn't make it morally okay to do something like that to a teenage kid you're supposed to take care of. but i still don't think these are decisions that put her past the point of no return; i think fiona truly goes off the deep end in season nine. her whole life comes crashing down around her (AGAIN) because of some circumstances surrounding her work and love life (this guy named sean) that i do honestly think were out of her control (becoming a landlord notwithstanding). poor fiona spirals into alcoholism as a result. i don't want to demonize her for struggling with addiction, especially as it runs in her family, but this causes her family to essentially give up on her/abandon her. lip kicks her out of the house. fiona decides to leave chicago altogether. i think this was her true 'point of no return' because it showed her that she literally could not return to her old life; in fact, she needed to leave in order to save herself. she could never go back to being the kids' old, familiar fiona, because she had changed too much, and the kids could never accept her for who she had become. she could never go back. so she had to leave.

so sorry for writing you an absolute essay of a response! please forgive me for rambling so much. thank you for reaching out with these questions; as you can see, i had great fun answering them :^)

much love! <3

#asks! <3 #shameless #fiona gallagher #fiona and her kids #shameless meta

[cobrakaisb]

Imagine a Robby Keene x sister reader (and Miguel) taking care of the reader, that's has just had her first heart break (the person she was dating cheated)

y/p/n = your partner's name

"hey are you doing anything tonight?" robby asked, as the two of you stood around the kitchen table. "um i don't think so why?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at his question. "no reason. but tory and i are going on a date with miguel and sam if you and y/p/n want to come too," he said casually.

your breath hitched in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes. you tried to blink them away, biting down hard on your bottom lip to prevent you from letting out the sob building in your throat. you recently broke up with your partner, or well ex-partner now, since you caught them cheating on you. it wasn't pretty, and the break up was anything but mutally, but you weren't going to stay with someone who broke your trust. the breakup was still pretty recent, and basically an open wound.

"i think we're good," you managed to choke out before leaving the table and heading into your room. robby watched your retreating figure. he noticed you swiping at your eyes and the way your shoulders shook, but he wasn't very good at comforting people, that was your job, so he did the only logical thing, called miguel.

"and she just walked out?" miguel asked, trying to get the full story from robby. the two were stationed in the living room, trying to come up with a possible reason for your "crying" (because they didn't really know if you were crying, it was just an assumption). "yeah. right after i mentioned the triple date," robby explained. miguel nodded, eyebrows furrowed as he thought about a possible explantion for your behavior. as far as he knew, you and your partner were happy, but maybe that changed? "let's just go talk to her," miguel suggested, and robby agreeed.

when they apporached your bedroom door, with all intentions of knocking, they momentarily froze. inside they could hear the quiet, muffled sobs, proving the crying theory. immediately they were on high alert, they hated to see you cry. "y/n? can we come in? it's robby and miguel," miguel said, gently knocking on the door. they heard a gasp, and the sound of scrambling feet as the door opened.

"hey guys! what's up?" you asked, trying to seem cheery and casual, but your bloodshot eyes and tearstreaked cheeks gave it away. "everything okay? we know you've been crying," robby blurted out, and miguel hit his shoulder, giving him a look. "i," you started, but stopped when a new wave of tears came over you. "no. y/p/n and i broke up," you said, wiping at the tears streaming down your face. miguel and robby frowned at your words, miguel immediately pulling you into a tight hug. "i'm so sorry," he mumbled. "yeah y/n/n, that really sucks," robby added, rubbing your back in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

"getting cheated on really sucks. i just don't understand. was i not good enough?" you sobbed. miguel and robby stiffened at your words. "no. you're perfect. they're the problem not you, okay? you're amazing and anybody would be lucky to have you," miguel assured, pulling back just enough so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "yeah. they're an asshole for doing that," robby agreed, fist clenched by his side. you nodded, sniffling as you wiped at your eyes and running nose. "please y/n, don't feel like you aren't good enough because you are. you're kind and funny," miguel started and then robby continued, "and so smart. you're also the best friend and sister anyone could ask for." "so the real problem is y/p/n, not you," miguel finsihed.

you were overwhelmed by emotions. they were both so sweet and the best brothers you could have asked for. "thanks guys," you mumbled, pulling them both into a tight group hug. robby and miguel smiled. they knew you weren't going to forget everything overnight, but with time you'd heal. and if robby, miguel, and hawk paid y/p/n a little visit, then you didn't need to know.

#miguel diaz #robby keene #miguel diaz blurb #robby keene blurb #robby keene x sister reader #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobrakaisb writing

[frecklystars]

hii, I've sent an ask before and now I'm back (I compared ken to a puppy, not that it matters lol)

shshsg I just wanted to say your art makes me sick in the best way possible💗 like my heart beats super quickly and I get the urge to kick my feet and squeal like an idiot. it's just so lovely!!

also you and ken are already an adorable couple, I live seeing you talk about him. BUT THE FACT HE CALLS YOU SWEET GIRL??

get this man the boyfriend of the year award, that's so lovely take my money😐💸 (/lh /pos) I know this man gets as giddy about you as I get when I see your art because your both such delights.

sorry if this comes across as really forward or strong, I am thinking a lot tonight apparantly

-🍀

MY LIL LUCKY ANON!!! MY FOUR LEAF CLOVER ANON!!! HELLO HELLO!!!! :D I do remember you, the puppy ask cheered me up a lot <3

I'm glad my art gives you a physical "squeeeee" reaction. How lovely, for the things I create to make you wanna kick your feet and make your heart race??? What a treat!!! What a dream!!!! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm going to have a lot more time to draw in a few weeks when I complete my current commission batch, I have SO many cute fluffy ideas I wanna throw into the void sldkfjsfsdf

Thank you for such lovely kind words!!!! HEHE///// he does, he does!!! Ken calls me his "sweet, divine, beautiful girl" (while counting the adjectives on his fingers, for emphasis) but he says "sweet girl" for short. I got the idea because Margot Robbie said in a very early Barbie press interview "Ryan improvised a line during the 'sublime' scene where he instead shouted... what did he say? 'My sweet girl'!" and I thought to myself "ohhh that's so perfect!!!" I always love implementing nicknames with my main F/Os and making them special. I love "baby" "sweetheart" "darling" etc etc but I REALLY have such a soft spot for nicknames that F/Os would call me and nobody else, something that's personal to them, and vice versa. I thought it was perfect. I like the idea of Barbie calling me that too ;u; sounds so lovely in her voice.

But later when the behind the scenes footage was released in iMax theaters, the phrase he shouted was actually "my divine girl", not sweet girl like Margot had said. But I had gotten SO ATTACHED to being Ken's Sweet Girl™ for two months, I didn't want to change it, couldn't even consider it. I decided to just add to it... "sweet, divine" girl, but he'd still just say sweet girl most of the time for short. Problem solved. BUT THEN I had a dream shortly after, where he was teary-eyed, holding me, sobbing "my beautiful girl, my beautiful girl". And I woke up immediately fueled with the power of ten thousand suns saying "okay so I'm Ken's sweet, divine, beautiful girl. got it. got it. cool, coolcoolcool, so cool." We'll see if a fourth adjective comes into play someday 😂😂

YOU'RE SOOO RIGHT!!!! HE ABSOLUTELY DESERVES BOYFRIEND OF THE YEAR AWARD 🥺🥺🥺🥺 he and Barbie are solely responsible for all of the joy I have felt in the last few months when I have needed them both the most!!! And it's because of them that I'm gaining so many new F/Os exploring Ryan/Margot movies. I am giving Barbie and Ken ALL of the awards!!!! 🏆🥇✨

Thank you for telling me he'd be giddy about me sdlfjslfsdf I really hope so!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 I really wish I could give HIM the entire world on a silver platter. He means everything to meeee. I say that about all of my Ryan F/Os honestly sdlfkjsdfsf but for real, the phrase "she's everything, he's just Ken" was something you heard ALL the time when Barbie was being promoted before it was officially released. I think telling him "you're everything to me" would make him so happy because he's so used to being the person who says that to others. Ken's always gonna be my number one main favorite... he is Just Ken™ AND he is Everything™ and I want to show him that every single day. I owe him a lot. He rly rly rly is everything to me ;u;

Thank you for letting me ramble LOL anon I appreciate you SO MUCH!!!! Your messages brighten up my day!!!! Thank you for making me smile!!!!! 🥰🥰🌟🌟🌟✨✨✨

#this message made me so happy i took a screenshot on my phone sldfjslkfsd #so i can go back and read it again #i always document my nice messages hehe #anonymous #🍀 anon #asks #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́-

[taughtdefense]

❝ ethan, the nightmare you had last night... you were sobbing in your sleep. i was so worried. did you... lose someone important to you?❞

❝ ...yes, tory. i lost someone, & he meant everything to me. i know you're worried, & i'm sorry i worried you, but please don't ask for more details. you won't like the answer. ❞

❝ i didn't mean to pry. if it's too painful, we don't have to talk about it. ❞

❝ it's okay. you didn't know. ❞

❝ i'm just... i'm so sorry, ethan. is there anything i can do to help you? if you want, i can make a trip to the cemetery with you-❞

❝ thank you, honey, but i'm sorry, no. ❞ there's a brief, heavy pause, like he's struggling to keep himself together. his next words are a broken whisper. ❝ ...he doesn't have a grave to visit. ❞

cobra!ethan wilson's & tory nichols's conversation about a recent nightmare, unknowingly in reference to robby keene, circa 5x03 ( ❛ playing with fire ❜ )

A STUDY OF COBRA!ETHAN WILSON, & THE ANGRY, GREIVING DOG.

#study. #aesthetic. #headcanon. ( cobra!ethan. ) #// long post #dyn.: taughtpain.

[itlivesproject]

I forgot to post my reaction to Chapter 15 but to make a very long and exciting story short, I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT😌

SPOILER WARNING FOR "The Chapter that was made my cry and scream at an alarming amount" aka ✨CHAPTER 16✨

The fact that we actually OPEN UP the chapter by beginning"Operation Rescue ILB MC" had me nervous because I immediately thought something was going to go COMPLETELY WRONG 💀

BUT WE GOT HER BACK AND LOOK AT THIS WOMANN

BY THE WAY, THE ARTISTS FEASTED THIS CHAPTER (like every chapter before but the art is BEAUTIFUL)

Look at ILW MC DOING HER THINGGG

SHUT UPPPPP JANE IS GORGEOUSSSS AND here's where I started sobbing 😭

AHHHHSTSGGSYEGSHDHEHEH Redfield Noah is the CUTEST THING EVER IDCC

WE GET TO PLAY AS ILB MC?!!!!

ELLIOT AND ROBBIE ARE SO ADORABLE 😵‍💫 IMOGEN, DANNI, PARKER AND TOM IM HOMEEEE😭❤️

PLS DON'T TOM CRYING IS MAKING ME CRY AGAINNN

IM IN LOVE 🥲

NOAHHHHHHHSGDHDHDBSBSVBDHDBDB *Throws phone across the room in excitement*

Well if isn't the LITTLE IMPOSTER DEMON😠

Please let us rip her (or whatever that thing is) TO SHREDS.

UMMMMMM.....WHATTTTT?! THE WHEELS IN MY BRAIN ARE BEGINNING TO TURN AT AN ALARMING RATE

(I think I'm overthinking the whole plot twist, so I may or may not need you to explain it to me before I make a fool out of myself 🥲)

This chapter gave TOO MANY happy moments and I definitely think that the chapters after this will be a COMPLETE SHITSHOW...

BUT THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME CRY 😭 This chapter was amazing and I'm very scared and nervous for what's coming in December 🙂

KSDJFHSKDJFHSDKJFHSDKJFH GLAD YOU ENJOYED, thanks for the amazing reactions! as for the plot twist, you'll just have to see what happens next for more info ;)

#ask #anon #mod alex #it lives within #ilw #ilw reviews #playchoices #ilw ch 16 spoilers

[thefloatingstone]

is there going to be a new barbie movie? :0

Apparently so! I just learned about it today thanks to the Tumblr Radar spotlighting some art for it.

It seems to be slotted for 2023 and they're busy shooting it.

Margot Robbie is Barbie and Ryan Gosling is Ken.

I was never into Barbie as a kid (I was firmly an MLP person) but Barbie is still weirdly special to me in a non specific impersonal way, so I hope it's good. But the Barbie franchise has been pretty killer the past few years both with their dolls as well as their media. So I really hope it's at least fun if nothing else.

Like Legally Blonde, Clueless, Ms Congeniality fun. I don't need it to get into the 1001 films to watch before you die book or anything. But a fun, super pink Barbie movie would be really good right about now.

Also i'll be honest, the outfits sold me on the idea

This image looks like it time travelled right out of my childhood and I'm sobbing.

#C-Puff answers #Barbie 2023

[fangirlandtheories]

For the prompt list: How about Steve and Eddie for number 20?

Thanks for the prompt! #20- Things You Said That I Wasn't Meant To Hear

Eddie rolled his shoulders back, as he ran a hand through his hair. The glow of the red light was cast against his face, the road ahead empty. Glancing over at the clock on the radio, he sighed. 1:37 am. He wanted to be home way sooner, but then everything fell apart. He’d gone on a trip to meet with some agents looking to sign with Corroded Coffin. Apparently having a wanted murderer turned unsung hero was the it factor the band needed to propel their popularity to new heights. Maybe it was the guilt of the false accusation that started pulling in crowds, but it had been 5 years and the crowds hadn’t gone anywhere, so maybe it was actual talent. Was he excited? Hell yeah. Was this what he wanted? It's Complicated.

Since he was 13, the first time he ever held a guitar, he dreamed of the screams of a crowd, the adoration of fans who loved him completely, and not just for the music but for his quirks. That dream changed, melded itself to reality the more he grew. Instead of crowds, it was small gigs and parties, maybe a groupie or two. That dream flipped on it’s head when Vecna reared his ugly one. It wasn’t great, not for anyone involved, Max was permanently blinded, Robin had burns on her hands from the Molotov cocktails, both he and Steve had required skin grafts to patch them up, not to mention the loss of so many homes and lives in the community. There were some perks, however. He smiled as the light turned green, one less obstacle on his way home. A few turns later, he was home.

He closed his door gently, the sound of crickets chirping broke the eerie quiet of the neighborhood. He was so happy to be home, his week-long visit to the windy city had ended up being a bust and he decided to cut away a few days early. He slipped off his heavy boots outside, not wanting the thick soles to ruin his surprise. He decided against telling Steve that he was coming home so soon. Then again, he hadn’t expected to hit such crazy traffic, so now he was showing up unannounced to his own home in the wee hours of the morning, hoping to slip in beside Steve and revel in the sleepy morning cuddles when they woke up hours later. It wasn’t until he opened the door that he knew that his plan wouldn’t come to fruition, a sharp cry piercing through the silence of the evening. He tiptoed around the corner, peeking into his bedroom where the door was cracked, revealing Steve’s shirtless back.

“Come on lovie.” Steve bounced. “I know, I know, it’s rough.” He cooed as he attempted to feed the screaming infant. “Please, just eat sweet girl.” He sounded exhausted. He maneuvered the bottle, continuing the bounce dance in an attempt at calming the girl. After a very small yet intimate wedding just 3 years before, Steve and Eddie had filed some paperwork and even moved to California for a short time in an attempt at adoption. The world was changing everyday and while things were not easy for people like them, it was all worth it when they held their daughter for the first time just four months earlier.

The screams grew in pitch and volume.

“Come on,” Steve whined, voice thick with tears. “I miss him too mama.” He bounced one with desperation. “I know he’d know what to do.” He let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry that I’m not very good at this, you just want your Daddy and here I am fucking it up.” Steve gasped. “Sorry, that’s a really bad word, but… you can’t really understand me.” Eddie smiled at the innocence of his husband, babbling with exhaustion to a red faced 4 month old. Steve continued to shush the baby, grabbing the phone off the hook by the bed. 

“Robin! Thank God!” Steve choked out a half sob. “I don't know what to do, she won’t fall asleep. The doctors said it’s because she’s getting used to a sleep schedule, but she keeps waking up like an hour after I get her down and… Robin, I'm so bad at this. No, Robbie this has nothing to do with not having a good dad, Eddie didn’t either and he’s amazing with her. I’m just a shitty dad.” Eddie’s stomach lurched, he almost gave his own position up at that. He could count on Robin, especially given the loud yelling he could hear from the receiver. “Okay, you’re right I should just… yeah. We both need sleep, I know but she’s putting up a tough fight tonight. Okay, I’ll let you go. Yeah I love you too. Bye.” Steve sighed deeply, patting the baby's back as he stood from the bed. 

“Alright princess let’s try this again.” He hoisted the girl over his shoulder, continuing to pat her, until a burp popped loose, quieting the cries in a matter of minutes. “Well that was impressive, little miss. That must’ve hurt, didn’t it?” He cooed as he cradled the girl close to his chest, rocking gently while pressing a kiss to her forehead. She babbled as her eyes drifted shut, winding down into sleep.

“Well done, Babe.” Steve jumped at the voice, turning quickly to see Eddie’s smile. Instantly, his face crumbled as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Thank God you’re home. I missed you so much.” Steve placed their daughter in her bassinet before wrapping up in Eddie’s embrace. “The past few days have been a disaster. The sitter canceled and my boss is pissed at me, the cat is having trouble with his food so he keeps puking everywhere, she’s been waking up like once an hour and I’m exhausted and… I’m sorry that’s a lot to pack onto you, you just got home… Why are you home so soon?”

“Tour life isn’t for me. Not if it means leaving you two for months on end. I can’t imagine missing out on the two of you every day.” Eddie stretched grabbing a change of clothes from the dresser as Steve flopped onto the bed. “But I wanna talk about you.”

“I’m okay, I’m just stressed out and overtired, but now you’re here and everything will start falling back into place again.” Steve ran a hand through his hair. “You make everything better.”

“Do you really think you’re a bad dad?” Eddie cut to the chase, the emotion and late hour cutting away his filter.

“You heard that part, huh? I just…” Steve sighed warily. “I feel inadequate sometimes. When I see you two together you look so natural, she fits so perfectly in your arms and falls asleep to your little lullabies. You know the problem right away, first try every time. Then when you’re gone everything falls apart because I can’t measure up.”

“Babe, you’re a fantastic dad. We’re both still learning, give yourself a little credit.” Eddie yawned, sitting next to Steve on the bed. “We depend on each other, okay? The whole team shebang. We’re both excellent dads, dilfs arguably.” Steve giggled as he leaned into his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Now let’s get some sleep before she wakes up again.”

#steddie #steddie fanfic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my writing #request

[simplee-dreaming]

Alright I've finally watched the first 5 Scream films. I'm gonna watch number 6 once it's out of cinemas bc I'm a pussy lmao

BUT here is what I thought of the 5 films as someone who hates horror. I've put in a cut line because spoilers (even though the first one was literally 27 years ago...)

Scream 1:

Okay so with this one, I already knew who the two Ghostfaces were so there was no element of surprise but I really enjoyed it. I thought Sidney was brilliant and I developed a crush on Tatum, plus both Billy and Stu were the perfect choices - they played brilliant psychos.

Scream 2:

Not as good as the first but still okay. I found out via TikTok that Mickey was Ghostface but I had no idea about Debbie/Nancy also being revealed - especially as Billy's mother. I wasn't too impressed with the Ghostfaces but Mickey was quite psychotic which I liked. The chase scene between Ghostface and Gale was also fantastic even though I feared for my boy Dewey's life.

Scream 3:

Wasn't a fan personally. Sidney really annoyed me in this one and frankly I don't remember much about it despite watching it yesterday. The killer was revealed to be Sidney's long lost brother or something which I thought was a total copout and just made no sense. But I have a raving crush on Patrick Dempsey so that made up for a lot. The whole "Sidney's about to die in a replica of Stu's house" was kinda stupid.

Scream 4:

Honestly, probably my second favourite film. I LOVE Emma Roberts and when it turned out she was the psychotic killer - I was here for it. The psychotic cousin storyline made so much more sense than the long lost psychotic brother and I did not see it coming. I swore blind it would have been Robbie with all his filming but Jill caught me off guard. And she so nearly got away with it. HOWEVER, I have a controversial opinion. Sidney should have died in this film. I feel like psycho cousin Jill would have been a great way for her to die especially as the fifth film doesn't really have any direct roots leading to her.

Scream 5:

Now this one I liked but not massively. I was full on convinced from the start that Richie would be Ghostface and when that turned out to be true, I obviously wasn't shocked. Then Amber was revealed and it was a bit meh - kinda like the third one where it sort of made no sense. Going back to my previous point though - because Sidney didn't die in Scream 4 then it would have been a good move to kill her off in this film at the hands of Sam - being Billy's daughter (which I also thought was a shit storyline but we move). But one thing I will NEVER forgive them for was killing Dewey. I sobbed like a BABY.

I will probably update this whenever I watch Scream 6 but my order of favourites goes:

Scream 1

Scream 4

Scream 2

Scream 5

Scream 3

Thank you for listening to my TED talk.

#Scream

[curiousconch]

Chase You / Chase Me (Pt. 3)

Part 3: Remember when everything was different

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: Aislinn, Gigi and Alex find friendship in the midst of the competition. One discussion led to another, pushing Alex to take a trip down memory lane, revealing the moment in her past where she and Gabe's paths crossed for the first time.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 1.7k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / alcohol consumption, language. Scenes/themes may trigger trauma for some, reader discretion advised.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

Sunday, downtown New York

"Wait, can you back up for a moment," Aislinn said across Alex, who was scooping the remains of her melted banana split. Gigi was sipping her ice-cold mimosa, their brunch table full of plates with scrapes of leftovers. The sun was out and so were they, dining al fresco under the shade of a huge white parasol and the gentle breeze cooling them every now and then. It was a perfect day so far.

The trio has agreed to meet up that Sunday to discuss what went down with the Rothswell case as well as to prep for the conference Sadie had invited them to. They were on some kind of a peace pact, all of them sharing the view that pitting women against women in the corporate world is just shitty business.

Alex has enjoyed their company. They exchanged imaginary one-liners that would have made Martin frown his heart out or Beau McGraw chortle his head off. And speaking of McGraw, they all concluded that the best strategic course of action was to let Beau enjoy his moment in the sun. One day, Alex would make sure to remind him that he tried to rain on her parade.

It was a refreshing and enlightening discussion, though she will forever be traumatized with how many swears Gigi can cram in a single sentence. But the sight of a flustered Aislinn while Alex and Gigi engaged in a battle of pick-up lines with their waiter was a strong second contender.

As their drinks flowed, the conversation naturally led to rhetorical questions, now settling at why they became a lawyer. Aislinn shared first, surprisingly, stating that her knack for analysis was just a natural fit to the demands of a career in law. Gigi's answer was simple - she can leverage her eidetic memory to earn herself some serious dough, allowing her to live it up and take impromptu vacations to Bali.

Alex tried to dodge the question. She had never needed to discuss her reason of leaving pre-med behind to attend law school. It wasn't a pleasant memory, and she doubted it will ever be.

The two ladies were quick to see her attempts of evasion. But together, they finally wore her down, Alex left laughing with their shenanigans as they cornered her to tell her story. So she told them that she knew Gabe Ricci. And that it was because of him why she was a lawyer. Alex decided that revealing the truth was worth it, seeing how their jaws just dropped to the floor.

"Girl, you have to explain yourself right now," Gigi demanded, to which Aislinn seconded.

Alex snorted as she went back to skimming what was left of her dessert. "It's a boring sob story, and I don't want to turn this lovely morning into a snooze fest."

"We're not going anywhere, right Gi?" Aislinn turned to Gigi beside her, who nodded whilst sipping another glass of cocktail.

"Fine, but only if you swear this won't leave this table," she said. The two held up their hands invoking a half-smiling Alex, sensing nothing but sincerity. So she drank down her glass of bloody mary and took a deep breath, composing her tale.

"Buckle up, ladies, you're in for a ride."

**

10 years ago, in a town near Boston

Alessandra Keating had never felt more alone than she did that day.

They said she needed to just move forward. But how can she, when every day since the crash, she felt nothing but emptiness? How can she feel alright, when the only life that she knew was suddenly taken away from her?

It wasn't long before she found out that the car accident was caused by someone being reckless, by someone who thought they were above the law. Then, she imploded. No way could she let her parent's deaths be forgotten. No fucking way.

For the past three years, she invested all of herself into this endeavor. Researching, studying, choosing the right counsel, even raising funds. It was what kept her breathing, what gave her purpose. Ultimately, it was what kept her sane.

From filing the lawsuit to attending mediations, to numerous settlement meetings and colliding with every legal roadblock possible - Alex made sure to see them through. Only for everything to be decided that day - the bench trial.

One sweltering summer morning in her hometown's courthouse, Alex sat on the side of the plaintiff, with her long brunette hair tangled in waves. She let her senses wander, taking in the dark wooden panels and pews, her sense of smell invaded by the scent of old mahogany. She sealed her lips into silence, hiding her nerves by straightening the bargain khaki suit that she borrowed.

She barely held it in as her eyes travelled to the table beside them, catching a glimpse of the man that caused her immeasurable pain. With jet black hair and looking as young as her, he sat with an almost mocking expression. He was wearing a crisper set of suit, creating an illusion of trustworthiness that Alex can easily see through.

Maximilian K. Cornell. The green-eyed teenager who swerved his sports car onto the same slippery road Alex and her parents were passing through. The very same boy who got out unharmed, but left Alex's family to die in the snow. Her opponent was a slithery snake who managed to screw the justice system so many times over, just because his parents had the grease to do so.

But after the crash, the town decided they can no longer turn the other cheek. Alex's decision to sue was propelled by the support of the countless friends and families whom her parents have helped in their hour of need. But that still proved not enough.

Her mind whirled back to the proceedings, and to how every strategy, every plan of attack was being thrown out. With every whip from the defense, she started to grow impatient. As another traffic expert from her camp was dismissed, Alex just snapped inside. She leaned to Mr. Leroy, a withering man on the brink of retirement who was her lawyer, asking for them to convene outside.

"I'm sorry Mr. Leroy, but your strategies were just scrutinized and torn into pieces," Alex said in a low voice the moment they stepped out into the hallway.

"Alex, I am doing my best here. We clearly don't have the upper hand, lacking the incriminating evidence that we need," the man replied, exasperated.

"Have we dug up his previous records? I mean, why on earth would he have a sealed history? Doesn't that mean something?" she continued.

She continued to dictate her litany of better-positioned moves, but even Alex knew she wasn't getting through. So she excused herself from the conversation, hoping a cup of iced coffee will somehow mitigate her frustrations.

As soon as she came back, she found Mr. Leroy convening with a much younger man in a dark navy suit. His aura screamed "big city hotshot", albeit the exhausted look in his brown eyes. Not wanting to interrupt, she held off from approaching. However, her curiosity didn't stop her from eavesdropping.

What she heard the charismatic man say was a legal precedent that would have opened the sealed records in question. And with all the mind-boggling legal jargon, that's just about what she understood.

"Gabriel Ricci? I'm looking for an attorney named Gabriel Ricci?" a female voice from a nearby window called out, which made the young man raise his head. She saw him end the conversation abruptly, where a flustered Mr. Leroy hastily thanked him. Alex took that as her queue to approach her lawyer.

"Alex, we might be able to turn things around," she heard Leroy say.

And by some miracle, things did turn around. With her lawyer using the precedent offered by the young attorney earlier, their side gained the needed momentum to tip the scales in their favor. By the end of the trial, the verdict was out - Cornell will never be able to drive another vehicle, along with paying her a hefty amount of damages and fees.

They won.

Alex had to pinch herself before the victory sunk in. When it did, she felt an immense burden lifted from her shoulders.

After a long, long time, Alex can finally breathe.

Broken free from her nightmares, she asked herself what's next? The answer came to her almost immediately. Right there and then, she decided what she wanted to be. Like that man from the courthouse, she will become a lawyer.

Fueled by this new sense of mission, she saw a future for herself. No longer held by the past, she finally was able to move forward.

Indeed, Alex became what she set out to do - a lawyer who took on hopeless, even impossible cases and won them. A lawyer her parents would be proud of.

A damn good lawyer, just like Gabriel Ricci.

**

Present Day, at a New York Penthouse

Gabe sat in his home office clad in nothing but his white bath robe, holding a worn manila folder.

Five years ago, Gabe saw this case as his opportunity to make Robbie proud. The defendant had all the parallels with his brother - a teenager, incarcerated young, where the punishment had presumed to be too harsh. He now knew it was rightfully just.

But at that time, he was blinded by passion and ambition. He wanted to prove to himself and to Sadie what he can do. Taking on this case that was practically unwinnable would give him more power, more control over the pro bono cases he wanted to take. Actually winning this though, that proved to be his fatal mistake.

Your cockiness got the better of you again, Ricci.

His mind went to Alex. That was the direction his every waking moment drifted to nowadays. Whether he liked it or not, he'd answer some other day.

He had to let her know. If he didn't, Alex would eventually find out herself. Once she discovers that he was the one who had set this man free, she would hate him.

Gabe can't bring himself to think of that happening, of losing that chance with her, or of losing Alex's trust.

Hell, I'm going to lose her entirely if she finds out.

These realizations devastated him.

But how can they both escape the looming shadows of the past unscathed? Even he couldn't figure that out.

Sighing, he rubbed his hand on his face, reeling at his lack of options. He then stood up, slamming the open folder on his desk as he turned to face the window, simmering in his own regrets. Papers slipped out to the carpeted floor, including a full-page mugshot of the defendant.

It was Maximilian Cornell.

Author's Notes: With Sadie being shady AF, I feel like we all need some dose of female friendship right? Also, this is my HC why Gabe constantly pulls away from MC, not only because of their working relationship. Did the reveal live up to the cliffhanger? Let me know in the comments! 👇👇👇

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[railroad-migraine]

I just read your Dorian fic, where you recommend the song The Moon Will Sing and now I'm sobbing bc why is that the most Dorian song I've ever heard 😭💕 it low-key reminds me of Guiding Light by Mumford & Sons, I recommend that song if you don't know it already 💕

First of all: I'm pleasantly surprised that someone actually listened to my song rec, so thank you so much for taking the time to do so! I'm so happy you enjoyed it; I, myself, was swimming in my feels for the blue boi while listening to it and writing the fic 💙

I have listened to Guiding Light and I totally agree that they have similar vibes! Kinda wistful, lonely yet hopeful...? Definitely Dorian songs 😊

Dorian just hits different, idk how else to describe it. I'd love nothing more than for Robbie to stay at the table, but it's unlikely to happen permanently. Still, a critter such as myself can only hope and wait and see to what the team have in store for us.

Also Robbie posted a vid the other day on Instagram of him and his daughter singing and I got all choked up. It was so wholesome, and bruh, he's so good! Mister Daymond has denied us Dorian's glorious singing voice for so long haha 🎶

And on a side note, I really appreciated your reblog with your hashtags. I just glanced at the notification on my phone and the thought of making someone emotional with my writing just... made my day. Thank you so much, darling, it meant a lot!!! 🥰

This was meant to be a short reply post but it quickly became a Dorian and fellow Dorian stan appreciation post lol

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FLIES THE HAWK Pt 20

Master list

Robby came home that night but he wasn't as warm as he normally was. You could tell there was something eating at him.

"Do you think I like Sam still?" He asked leaning against the kitchen island. The question took you off guard.

"I don't know, she broke your heart so I guess you'll still have some feelings for her." You said.

"Tory thinks I do."

"Tory thinks a lot of things." You say leaving the kitchen. Robby followed you.

"I'm going to take part in the All valley as Cobra Kai."

"Good for you." You say.

"I think I should leave." He says.

"Me two. I like you Robby, you made me feel safe but I can't be with someone in Cobra Kai anymore. Its too stressful." You say. He nods grabbing his things.

"I wish things could have been different." He kissed the top of your head before walking out of the door.

You knew it was coming and it hadn't been a long relationship yet it still hurt. You shut the door behind him and slid down crying into your hands. Around an hour later there was a knock at the door. You knew it would be Eli so you lifted your hand to the handle and turned it. The door opened enough for him to pop his head through. Seeing you on the floor he panicked and dropped down next to you.

"Y/n?" He put his hand on your arm.

"He left, Robby left me." Your voice was low. Eli said nothing, simply lifted you from the floor, walked to the sofa, set you down and wrapped his arm around you. You sobbed into his chest for a while until your tears dried up. You stayed in his embrace for a while. It was warm and he smelt fresh. He must have showered before coming to you.

"Eli?" You look up at him, "what did you want to talk to me about?" You ask.

"It doesn't matter. I just wanna make sure you're okay before anything else." He used the back of his hand to stroke your face.

"No please, It'll take my mind off it." You sit back just a bit too see him better but staying in his arms.

"Okay, I was gunna ask you if you think I'm making the right choice joining Eagle fang? I mean can I be good enough to be anything but cobra kai?" You could see the vulnerability in his eyes. For a moment you saw the shy boy you had kissed almost two years ago.

"I think you were never a cobra kai, you were always a sensie Lawrence student. You were taken advantage of by Kreese. That doesn't make you a bad person just a misguided one."

"Then you forgive me?" He pleaded.

"I, I think you're doing your best to be better, to be the real Eli."

"Thanks. I needed to hear you say that."

You stayed next to him for a few more minutes before you felt tiredness creeping up on you.

"I'm sorry but I really need to sleep." You say. Eli jumps up.

"Sure, sure. If you need me just text me okay."

You nod and he lets himself out as you walk up stiars.

Sleep came pretty quick and you spent the following day alone in your house. You didn't mind, you liked the quiet. Around 3 you got a text.

Eli: hi, would you come to miyagi-do with me and Demetri tomorrow?

Y/n: sure, I'm not doing karate though.

Eli: no way, I like you the way you are, princess. 😘

He told you the time to be ready for.

Y/n: do you want to come here for dinner?

Eli: oh man, normally I'd be there but I'm hanging with Demetri tonight. I'll come over before bed though yeah?

Y/n: okay.

You put your phone down and went to your bathroom, you had grabbed some new hair dye planning on making the ends of it a dark purple. It was along process with bleaching it first. Black was a hard colour to get out. Luckily you didn't need it to be massively blonde for the dark purple, so the odd ginger, brass colour was fine.

As you finished putting the purple dye on and touching up your roots with black you walked over to the ipad and started flipping through your spotify playlists. There was a noise downstairs, as if something had been knocked over. You figured it was the old cat from next door. He often wondered in when you left the door open. You put on your favourite classic rock playlist and danced around the bathroom for the allotted dying time.

You decided to jump in the shower and have a full body and hair wash aswell as finishing the dye process. The hot water felt good against your skin. You didn't notice the bathroom door open and close.

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[mary-ann84]

Lost Without You

Characters: Henry Cavill x you

Words: 1.772

Warnings: Heartbreak, Tears but with a Happy Ending. 

Biiig thank you to @wondersofdreaming for being my beta. 

The GIF I used belonged to @henrycavilledits

This story was inspired by the song ‘Lost Without You’ by Freya Ridings. I do not own any of characters besides the reader, who is a figment of my imagination. 

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Tears in his eyes. His hands grabbing your arms, holding you tight.

Begging you to stay. Asking you to tell him why you are breaking up with him.

But you can’t. You have to.

Thinking that you are holding him back. That he is better off without you.

“I’m sorry Henry. I can’t.” Tears streaming down your face. “Please let me go.” You whisper with a broken voice.

He releases you. He has a devastating look on his face as he watches you turn around and walk out the door. Out of his life.

Now you are here, sitting in the audience of ‘The Graham Norton Show’ and you just found out that Henry is one of tonight's guests.

Your best friend dragged you here. You have been a mess since the break-up.

Pretending to be all right in front of your family and friends. That it didn’t affect you when they were talking about Henry.

There has been a lot of buzz around him lately with ‘The Witcher’ coming out, and when people would ask you how you are feeling, you just simply answered that you are happy for him.

Your best friend, however, knows you better than anyone. She is the one that called you out.

“Why the hell did you break up with him y/n? I want to know! He is miserable without you?”

“How do you know? He is probably perfectly fine without me.”

“Well, he’s not, y/n. He came to see me. He is downright miserable.”

You tell her everything. How your insecurities have gotten the better of you. About the comments on social media when your relationship became public. The whispers of women. “Why the hell is he with her?”

“She is not that pretty.” “She’s fat!”

"He can do so much better.”

“She is holding him back.”

By the time you were done, you had been a sobbing mess and she was holding you in her arms.

“Ow y/n, you know that is just them being jealous. He loves you. You need to talk to him. Let him know why you broke up with him.”

“It’s no use. He is off to film ‘The Witcher’ anyway. I don’t want to bother him.”

“But y/n?”

“No! Do you hear me? What’s done is done. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

She never brought it up after that. You really thought she dropped it. That was until now.

You gave her a look to tell her that she was in trouble, and you stood up to leave.

“You can’t go y/n. The show is about to start.”

“But I…”

“No buts. It’s ok, just, calm down. He won’t be able to see you. Not with us sitting all the way back here.”

So, you sit back down and pray you will survive this.

It’s not like you haven’t seen him at all. You have seen pictures, and you still follow him on IG.

But this is a different situation. This time he is here in the flesh.

You have to admit you are excited to see him, and your friend is right there is no way he can see you sitting all the way here.

So, you decide to relax and enjoy the show.

“And this man played a villain in ‘Mission: Impossible Fallout’, earth’s greatest hero as Superman and now he is battling monsters in the new fantasy series ‘The Witcher’. Please welcome, Henry Cavill!”

Henry steps on stage and your heart skips a beat.

He looks so good.

The conversation starts.

“Now Ruth, look at you and your beefcake sandwich.”

You see Henry laughing

You miss that sound and the way he laughs with his whole body.

He laughed a lot when you were together. Whether it was something that you were watching or him beating you at whatever game you were playing.

But more often than not, you were the one that made him laugh. He said that that was one of the things he loves about you.

Then Henry starts talking about 'The Witcher'. He talks so passionately about it; it reminds you of the time when he told you he got the part.

You are at home when all of a sudden you hear some noise at the door, and you see Kal running towards it.

"Love are you home? Love!"

"I'm here honey. What's the emergency?"

He looks at you with the biggest smile on his face and walks towards you.

"I got the part y/n. I'm going to be Geralt of Rivia. I'm The Witcher!"

You scream and jump in his arms. "Oh my god, that's amazing! I knew you would get it. I am so proud of you."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Now let's celebrate!"

The thought brings tears to your eyes, but you keep your composure.

The conversation on the stage continues. You try to follow it as best as you can and focus on the other guests.

But every once in awhile, you find yourself looking at Henry.

And then all of a sudden you look straight into his eyes. Your heart stops.

Did he see me? No, he didn’t.

But the look in his eyes tells you differently. It's a look of recognition, surprise, shock.

You give him a small smile and you see him smiling back giving you a little nod.

This makes you feel warm all over and the rest of the show you notice that he keeps on looking in your direction.

You expected that he would give you a cold look but there is only warmth and love in his eyes.

It's the look he has given you when you were together. Whether that would be at home or out with family and friends.

The look that made your heart swell and burst with love for him. That makes you blush and have butterflies in your stomach. Sometimes it got to be too much, and you had to look away. That always made him smile.

How can he still look at me like that after what I did? He doesn't still love me, does he?

And then it hits you. He still loves you and you still love him.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you almost miss the performance of Robbie Williams.

By the time the show ends you are ready to go. You have to get out of here.

The realization that he still loves you and that you still love him is too much.

Your friend is taking her time putting on her coat.

While she was doing that you see a door open at the other end of the room and there is Henry. His eyes immediately find you. You see him walking towards you and that is when you say goodbye to your friend and leave.

You hear both of them call your name. But you can’t stay.

You practically run home, and by the time you get there, you are out of breath.

You try to find your keys in your purse, dropping them on the ground. You are unlocking your door when you hear a deep voice behind you calling your name.

It’s Henry.

How the hell did he get here so fast?

He stands in front of you, hands in his pockets.

"Can I come in? Please y/n we need to talk."

You feel like you have no choice. You owe him this at least. You let him in and walk to the living room. You stand in front of each other.

"Henry, I…"

"I know why you broke up with me y/n."

"Ok, so you know and..."

"And you should have told me about your insecurities. We could have talked about them. I could always come to you with mine, why did you feel you couldn't come to me with yours?"

"I don't know Henry, ok, it just got too much and… aah!"

"It was everything combined. The comments on social media. People saying that I am not good enough for you, not pretty enough, that I'm fat. That I was holding you back. And that they hoped that I didn’t come with you while you were filming ‘The Witcher’, that you should break up with me and find someone else!"

Your voice breaks and then everything from the past year just comes crashing down. You start to cry, and you cover your face with your hands.

You feel him taking you in his arms. He holds you till you calm down and stop crying.

"Look at me y/n."

You look straight into his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that have a somewhat sad look in them but still with loving warmth.

"I don't care what people have said. You are beautiful, sexy, smart, loving and you have a great sense of humor. You were always there for me when I needed you. Supported me in everything I did. I miss you. I miss your voice, your scent, your touch, your laugh, your brain. The way you touch me. How you scrunch up your nose when you are thinking about something really hard. I miss holding you in my arms, kissing each other. Having sex, making love and waking up in each other’s arms."

"Henry…"

"And one more thing. I love you. Do you hear me y/n? I don't give a fuck what anybody else says. I LOVE YOU!"

By the time he is done talking, tears are streaming down his face and this time you embrace him.

You can’t deny it any longer. You love him as much as he loves you. You want to be with him.

And if he can come here and bare his soul to you, then at least you can do is to trust that you can do the same for him.

"Henry, I am so sorry that I broke up with you. I miss you too. I miss everything about you.

You look at him. 

"I'm sorry I believed them instead of believing in you, believing in us. I was a mess when I broke up with you. I have felt so alone, so lost without you. I love you too. I have never stopped loving you."

Henry smiles at you, puts his forehead against yours and whispers: "Then come back to me, sweetheart. I want us to be together again.

"I want that too."

“Let’s go home darling. I’m not the only one that misses you.”

And for the first time, in a long time, he kisses you. A long, warm, loving kiss. Full with passion, love and the promise that from now on you will be together forever.

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