#based on a song

[ghostyary]

ignoring that I last posted 30 days ago!! i keep… forgetting this exists.. ANYWAY JON

#fanart #my art #art #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #jonathan sims #jonathan sims fanart #jon sims #jon sims fanart #tma #tma fanart #tma podcast #based on a song #november by sparkbird

[bricktoygrapher]

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky...

Finally got crazy arms and legs from Crazy Bricks (thanks to Kamino Bricks), just in time to join the Based on a Song challenge.

This is also my first entry to the Toy Photographers Bingo challenge.

Prompt: Minimalist ✔️

It is a year long challenge on Toy Photographers MeWe community and includes prizes by Lensbaby. Everyone is welcome to join!

Learn more about it here.

#based on a song #photo challenge #photography challenge #classic space #lego spaceman #lego #lego photography #legophotography #toy photography #toyphotography #legophoto #toyphoto #brickcentral #bc classicface #legominifigures #minifig photography #lego minifigures #outdoor toy photography #toy photographers #toy photoshoot

[starsval]

headcase

remus lupin x f!reader

summary: liking remus lupin isn't easy, especially when all he does is give you missed signals

word count: 3k

warnings: kissing, reader drinks alcohol, talking about sleeping with someone(?

I was doing fine till you crashed in my headspace And took over my mind I was sorta cool till you made me a headcase And now I'm always Getting over it, getting over you, I don't even know you Hit me with that smile Way to rip my heart out my ribcage, ooh-ooh

"so i think i'll just do it lat-" you don't finish, distracted by a certain tall boy, with honey eyes and scarred face. who just walked in.

"what happened?" lily asks, worried by your sudden change.

"i hate him" you declare, maybe for the fifth time that day.

"you don't" marlene adds, focusing on her nails.

"yeah you don't" lily agrees, turning to wave at remus.

"okay maybe i don't" you keep talking so they can't interrupt you "but i am getting over him" you announce "i can't live like this, like, i don't even remember what i was talking about 'cause he just crashed into my headspace, and now i can only think about him, and his hair, and his hands and his sweaters…"

lily talks, intervening before you can go on your daily rant about remus lupin.

"i thought you said you hated him and were getting over him?" she smiles, chuckling when you groan.

marlene also smiles, but she loudly laughs when you put your head in your hands. remus just smiled at you.

"he's gonna rip my heart out my ribcage"

Only hit me now, we were texting late When you called me up just to see my face And I can't, I can't seem to figure you out Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth Way to touch me, babe, way to ask a {lady?} Overthink, overcomplicate Won't you let me stay in this fake heartbreak? I'm a real headcase

you know you should be sleeping instead of texting remus. you are aware of that, but it's hard to sleep when all he's doing is giving you mixed signals. it's hard to sleep when all you're doing is thinking about him. it's hard to sleep when he asks if he can come over. and it's even harder to say no to him.

"why did you want to come over?" you ask him as he walks in, closing the door behind him.

"just wanted to see your face" he stands in front of you, ignoring the way you frown at his words, touching your cheek.

"can i be honest with you?" he smirks.

"of course" he takes a step closer to you.

"i don't think i'll ever figure you out" you rest your forehead against his chest, feeling the vibrations as he chuckles.

"good"

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"i don't get it, he comes over, spends the night and then he's making out with this girl from his hometown" you pout at your ceiling, marlene and lily next to you.

"we don't get it either" lily assures.

"maybe it's because we never kissed, maybe it doesn't count"

"i don't think remus is like that" marlene says, giving you a chocolate.

"i hate how i can't stop talking about him" you sigh, closing your eyes "in my defense, he gives really good hugs"

"maybe you're just over thinking?" lily asks, taking a chocolate from marlene.

"let me stay in this fake heartbreak please"

Honey, if you want, I could give you my weekends All you gotta do Is tell me this is true, tell me I am your weakness Just give me something I don't know how this started Is this what modern art is? You left and took my heart with

"are you free this weekend?" remus finds you as you're walking to class, getting the books from your hands to hold them for you.

"i don't know" you do know, marlene wants you to go to this party with her "why?"

"are you coming to the party?" he asks, smiling at you.

"i don't know yet" you lie, marlene would kill you if you didn't go.

"okay, i'll see you there then" he gives you your books back.

"what?" you frown.

"i'm inviting you, so you have to go" he then turns around and leaves, probably to his class.

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you see remus right when you enter, but lily quickly drags you to were marlene is waiting, so you don't see him again until an hour later. when you've already had some drinks.

"hi" he pats the spot next to him on the couch, and you sit, staring at your cup "how are you?"

"can i ask you something?" you say, ignoring him.

"sure" he puts an arm around your shoulder.

"will you please tell me that this is true? tell me i am your weakness?" you stare at him.

"are you drunk?" he take the hand that's holding your cup and puts it close to his face, smelling it "you are drunk" he confirms as he gets up, pulling you up with him.

he takes your hand in his, and walks to lily and marlene, that are talking with james and sirius.

"i'm taking her to her room" he tells the girls.

"why?" sirius asks, but one glance at you is enough, it's obvious that you're drunk.

"okay, we'll go check on her later" lily says, taking the cup from your hand as you pass next to her, following remus.

you're already in a corridor when you talk again.

"please just give me something" you say, staring at the back of his hand

"you have to sleep" he mutters, ignoring you until you reach your room.

you fall on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

"i don't know how this started" you tell him, knowing that he knows what you're talking about. you're talking about your weird relationship. you are friends, but you flirt, you stay up talking to each other, you get jealous when the other is on a date with someone. but you aren't dating. "but i hate it, i hate you"

he only smiles, knowing that you don't mean it. he sits next to you, stroking your hair, waiting until you fall asleep.

then he leaves, taking your heart with him.

And it hit me now, we were texting late Then you called me up just to see my face And I can't, can't seem to figure you out (You out), ooh-ooh Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth (My mouth)

you hear your name being called just as you get up to get another drink. when you turn, you see sirius walking to you.

"remus is asking for you" he says, taking your hand and dragging you with him. you hadn't seen or talked to him since that party last week.

"what?" you ask, but before he can answer, you're standing in front of a very drunk remus, whose eyes light up when he sees you.

"hi" he giggles, taking the hand sirius is holding, to hold it himself.

"hi" you reply, frowning at james, who's watching everything with a smirk "why don't you go to sleep?"

you think remus is not going to agree, but he quickly gets up.

"with you? of course" he starts walking to the door, and you can only look back at james and sirius as they laugh.

"what? remus, no, i didn't mean-" you try to talk, but he ignores you, looking back only to grin.

once you reach his room, he quickly takes off his shoes and lies on the bed, staring at you with his arms open.

"remus" you say, not getting closer to him.

"yes?" he smiles at you, and if you weren't tipsy you'd notice the sparks in your eyes are because of you.

"sleep"

"i'm trying to, but you are just standing there" he sounds genuine about it, just the same way he looks genuinely sad when you take a step towards the door.

he doesn't say anything, so you assume he's just going to give up. but before you can reach the door, you feel his hand on your wrist. and before you can say something, you're on the bed next to him, with his arms around you.

"remus?" you try to move, but his grip doesn't get any weaker, even when he's half asleep.

he hums in response, his face in your neck.

"let me go"

he doesn't reply, but you feel his smile against your skin.

"i want to go back to the party" you try again, even if it's not entirely true.

"liar" he mutters, and his arms tighten around you.

"what"

"you like being here with me" he replies, and then he finally falls asleep.

And I can't seem to figure you out Oh, I can't seem to figure you out (You out)

you wake up to a flashlight, and when you open your eyes, there's a really drunk sirius holding a camera, with a really drunk james suppressing a laugh next to him.

"what time is it?" you ask, peeling remus' arm from around you.

"like 4 am" sirius replies, taking another picture of remus, this time without flash.

"tell remus i said goodbye" you say, walking to the door, although you doubt they'll remember.

the second time you wake up, it's already bright up. and when you get to the Great Hall, you see remus staring at you.

"why is he glaring at you?" marlene asks, frowning when remus gets up.

"i don't know" you lie, but before lily can say anything, remus is already behind you.

"you weren't there when i woke up" he says it like an accusation, and before you can reply, marlene is already talking.

"what!?" she practically spits her tea "you slept with him?"

"no" you say.

"yes" he says.

"not in the way you think!" you clarify.

"why did you sleep with him?" lily asks, and you can see the smirk she's hiding.

"i didn't-"

"you did" before remus can say anything else, you get up and grab his arm, dragging him out of the Great Hall to talk.

"what?"

"you weren't there when i woke up" he repeats.

"you wanted me to be there?" you frown, because the signals he has given you definitely didn't say that.

"yes" he doesn't change his expression.

"i find that hard to believe"

"why?" he scoffs.

"really? why?" you don't know if you should ignore him or just laugh in his face.

"yes, why?"

"you act all lovely on me one day and then you are with someone else, forgive me if i don't believe that you want me around"

"i forgive you" this time you're the one who scoffs, turning around and walking again in the Great Hall, not caring if he follows you.

marlene and lily decide not to ask about it.

Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth (My mouth) Way to touch me, babe, way to ask a lady? Overthink, overcomplicate Won't you let me stay in this fake heartbreak? I'm the real headcase

"really? again?" peter questions as remus sits in the couch again. they're in the middle of a party and remus just left with that girl from his hometown.

"did she see me?" remus looks around, looking for you.

"i think she was too busy talking with evan" james informs him, grinning when lily approaches them.

"have you seen the idiots i call for friends?" she asks, shoving sirius out of the way to sit on the couch next to james.

"one was with dorcas and the other one just left with evan" peter replies.

"wait, it was real? she left with evan?" remus frowns, and even pouts when lily laughs at him.

"what? you think she's gonna wait for you? babe, she's getting bored of you" she tells him, suddenly turning around when you and marlene approach her.

you sit on the couch in front of her, where sirius went after lily had pushed him. he puts an arm around both of you.

"so, i heard that you're both in love with some slytherins" you both glare at him, and he laughs at remus' expression.

after talking for a while, and you ignoring remus all the time, you three get up and leave. but before you can reach the hallway, remus takes your arm.

"can we talk?"

"we're talking right now" you smile. he glares.

before he can reply, marlene shoves both of you out of the door and to a corner of the hallway.

"talk" and then she leaves with lily.

"why were you with evan?" he asks.

"we were talking"

"like we" he points to both of you "talk?"

"i don't know remus, how do we talk? how are you any different than evan?"

"he doesn't like you" you chuckle.

"and you do?"

"i do"

"i don't believe you" you start to walk away, but he grabs your arm and turns you around, settling his hands on your waist.

"let me help you believe"

"what?" you notice the way he looks at your lips.

"i can't get you out of my mouth, ask peter, i'm sure he hates me because all i ever do is talk about you. you're the only one who makes me overthink. i'm literally wondering if i'm too tall right now"

his face gets closer to yours as he talks.

"remus-"

"and i know that we never kissed, but even if it doesn't count, i'd prefer to stay on this fake heartbreak, just because it'd be because of you"

you can't handle it anymore, so you just kiss him, you grab his face and kiss him. you kiss him to shut him up, that's what you tell yourself.

when you pull away, he's grinning.

"that was just so you shut up" you tell him, but your hands don't leave his face, instead, they go to the back of his neck.

"sure"

"i meant it" you try to pull away, but his grip on your waist tightens, and one of his hands to the back of your neck.

"i'm gonna start talking again so you might need to shut me up again" he smirks.

you comply, happily.

I'm the real headcase I'm the real headcase Mm Yeah, I'm the real headcase

when you enter the great hall the next morning, remus walking in with you, your friends and his are sitting together.

so when you go sit with them, the stares you get are inevitable.

"so?" james starts, smirking.

"what?" you ask, already feeling the headache you're gonna get from this.

"did you sleep together?" marlene abruptly asks after a moment of silence.

"marlene!" you say.

"yes" remus says.

"remus!" you say again, hitting his arm.

"what? it's true!" he frowns.

"it's not" you say, sitting and focusing on your food.

"it is" everyone agrees, and you can't do anything but ignore them.

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the next few weeks, you spend your days with remus, still not sure if you're dating or not, but neither of you care.

right now you're laying on his bed, reading a book, well, at least trying to, because remus is making it really hard. he's basically lying on top of you, stroking your hair and giving small pecks to your neck.

"can i ask you something?" he says after a while, lifting his head to look at you, but you focus on the book.

"sure" your eyes don't leave the book until you have no other choice, because certain someone just snatches it from your hand.

"do you want to be my girlfriend?" you freeze at his words, staring at him.

"i know it's not the best way of asking, i mean, you deserve something fancy, like chocolates or flowers, but i couldn't wait to ask you" he stares back at you, his eyes softer than ever. and all you can do is lean in and kiss him.

it's a sweet kiss, soft and short, and you think that it's enough as an answer, but you still reply.

"i'd love to" he kisses you again, and the book is long forgotten as his other hand goes to your waist, and the one in your hair goes to the back of your neck.

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you walk into the gryffindor common room holding hands, and sit next to all of your friends, who look at you, suspiciously.

"what's happening?" sirius asks, pointing at your hands.

"what?" remus replies, and when you let go of his hand to pick up your book, his hand goes to your tight instead.

"why is your hand on my best friend's tight?" lily talks, frowning.

"i can't put my hand on my girlfriend's tight?" remus makes sure to emphasise the word girlfriend, and you're almost sure everyone stops breathing.

"what" marlene breaks the silence, "since when?"

"like two weeks ago" you mutter, still reading your book.

this time, the reactions come almost immediately.

"what!" mary screams.

"and you didn't tell us?" lily looks offended.

"we have to throw a party to celebrate!" james and sirius say at the same time, high fiving after that.

"when's the wedding?" marlene asks.

"next year" remus replies, and that makes you look away from your book.

"what!?" all of you ask, except remus.

"since when?!" lily frowns at you.

"i don't know!" you look at remus.

"we're already engaged" he says.

"what!?" you all say again, and he just rolls his eyes.

"we aren't engaged" you clarify.

"she's just in denial" remus tells everyone.

"you haven't asked!" lily frowns at that.

"you'd say yes!?" she asks.

everyone stops everything and looks at you, slowly getting more flustered, and at remus, who's grinning like he hasn't before.

"what if we get married next week?" he asks.

"no!" lily replies before you can.

#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #young remus lupin #young marauders #young lily evans #young sirius black #young james potter #kissing #the marauders era #the marauders #remus x you #remus lupin #based on a song

[another-delta-lover]

Little heavymedic comic based on Valentine by Laufey <3 (Also, Kid-medic design 🗣️‼️) (ALSO, EYE HEADCANON- HAVEN'T TOLD YOU GUYS ABOUT IT CRÆPË)

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #medic tf2 #heavy tf2 #heavymedic #mini comic #based on a song #live laugh love laufey #i love laufey #gay #old man yaoi #heavy x medic #medic x heavy #red oktoberfest #blue oktoberfest #blu oktoberfest

[lottienatsgf]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 🏠 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 - 𝐞. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

“ and it feels good to be known so well

i can’t hide from you like i hide from myself ”

ellie x reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis : inspired by the boygenius song / you and ellie spend the day painting her bedroom walls together

⋆｡𖦹 ° notes : this is heavily inspired by boygenius’ “true blue” music video! i’m a huge fan of them so this fic was super fun to write :) established relationship, living in jackson, sfw, literally just fluff, i need to write longer fics but like… this is still cute right??? :’)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc : 1032

“god, FUCK.” ellie grunts, her voice thick with exhaustion and annoyance as another can of paint tumbles out of her arms, making a loud thunking noise on the floor of jackson’s hardware store.

“shit,” you mutter under your breath, carefully bending down to pick it up without dropping the cans already in your arms. “do you think we really need this many?”

“pssh, i dunno,” ellie responds, making her way to the front of the store to pay. “i’m just gonna be so fuckin happy when we get this over with,” she balances the remaining paint cans in her arms, finally reaching the check out clerk. robert, the chubby man with a thick beard who owns the hardware store, accepts her cash and bags up the paint for you in thick, sturdy bags, making it a lot easier to carry. you thank him with a smile on your face, while ellie, clearly annoyed, barely mutters a reply. splitting the bags between the two of you, you walk side by side back to ellie’s house. the air is cold and crisp, making the walk back agonizing… not to mention the fact that your hands are weighed down with paint for ellie’s room.

“finally,” ellie breaths a sigh of relief once she pushes her door open. immediately setting down her bags, she plops down on the floor, spreading out her limbs. chuckling to yourself, you start the preparation. you unpack all the paints, pry open the lids, and start getting the paint brushes and rollers out of the garage.

“ready?” you ask her, holding up a thick brush with excitement.

ellie, trying to look pissed, can’t even hold back a small grin at the look of your toothy smile. “alright…” she gets up, brushing off her hands on her legs. “let’s fuckin do it!”

꩜

two hours later, you and ellie have only finished one wall of her bedroom. between moving her furniture, priming the walls, and putting all the coats of paint on…. no wonder it’s taken so long. the two of you stand back, slightly exhausted, backs aching, looking at your creation so far. the dark blue paint stands out drastically from the eggshell white color on the other three walls, but it does look pretty. even though ellie had said multiple times while painting, “this looks so good,” she now stands hunched over, a defeated look on her face.

you frown. “what’s wrong, els?”

“takin too long,” she replies, eyes scanning over her room. “it’s almost nighttime, and all my furniture is… not in here.”

“you can always stay at my place,” you tell her as if it was obvious.

her eyes perk up, her frown turning up a little bit. “yeah?”

“of course.”

“thanks, baby,” she says, her raspy voice making your head spin. “c’mere.”

you walk over to ellie, who’s holding out her arms for you. falling into them, ellie places a hand on your face, kissing your lips gently. pulling away, she giggles abruptly, staring at something just a little lower than your eyes.

“sorry, i…uh… i got a little something on your face,” she laughs. you gasp lightly, reaching your hand up to your cheek, finding a small blob of wet blue paint.

“ellie!” you squeal.

“relaxxxxx, it’s just paint,” she beams at you.

“just paint, my ass,” you snort, dipping your pointer finger in the bucket of paint and thrusting it at your girlfriend. she moves away a second too late, ending up with a blue smear across her cheek.

“oh, i’m gonna fuckin get you for that!” ellie yells, sticking her entire hand into the bucket and flinging it at you. your entire shirt (luckily an old one you had borrowed from your older brother) gets splattered in blue, a few droplets hitting your face. you scream out, scrambling back to the paint bucket for more paint. ellie beats you to it, playfully shoving you out of the way and covering you in more paint.

“ellie, i’m gonna-“ you collect more paint, splashing it onto her. now her shirt is covered as well, along with the blue streak on her face.

ellie gasps, racing back to the bucket for more paint. hands full of the blue liquid, she chases you from wall to wall, the paint dripping onto the covered floor. finally, she reaches you, tackling you and pinning you down onto the ground. her hands stain your clothes blue and her fingertips drag the remained of the paint up your neck and onto your face. she straddles you, making it impossible to get up.

“ellie!” you cry out, but her adorable grin makes you roll your eyes, giggling.

she takes a glob of the paint on her pointer finger, drawing a heart over your cheek with it. “there, y’look so cute.”

you take this moment, the one of her admiring you, to flip her over, scrambling onto your feet and rushing to the paint bucket. ellie, faster than you, crashes into you, sending you both back onto the floor. you stretch your arm out to the bucket, grabbing a handful of paint and smearing it across ellie’s forehead.

“i’m gonna fucking-“ you cut her off with another load of paint on her shoulders. “okay, truce, please!” she cries, giggling and completely covered in sticky blue paint.

you smirk, considering it. ellie’s eyes across from yours look so pleading and innocent, so you finally collapse underneath her, surrendering. she loosens her body on top of yours, her fingers pressing into your paint covered skin and dragging the color around.

“you’re blue,” she grins.

you tilt your head up, surprising her with a kiss. her lips connect with yours, her chapped lower lip rubbing over yours and her hands traveling to your hair, surely bringing a bit of paint into it.

“you’re the worst,” you whisper.

“i know, just terrible,” ellie fake pouts, fingers pushing your hair out of your face. you kiss her again, then sit up, examining the mess that you’ve both made.

“fuck,” she breathlessly laughs, scanning the room. “finish the rest tomorrow?”

you gaze up into her eyes, biting your lip and stifling a laugh. “we’ll probably need to buy more paint.”

#ellie williams #ellie tlou #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams fic #ellie the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams fanfiction #tlou ellie #ellie williams tlou #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #based on a song #inspired by a song #abbysdykewrites

[arlana-likes-to-write]

What Was I Made For? By Billie Eillish

Summary: After Yelena returns to Soyna's apartment from failing to kill Clint Barton she begins to question her place in this world. Luckly for her, you are there to lend a helping hand.

Warning: Self-doubt, Fluff, Lots of drinking, mention of Natasha's death, Yelena needs the biggest hug.

Word Count: 2.7k

The front door slammed shut and alerted you to her arrival. But you didn’t get out of bed when you heard the hushed voices of Yelena and Soyna through the door. It was when you heard one set of footsteps storm off, you climbed out of bed and opened the door. You lived with Sonya when she and Yelena exposed you to the Red Dust. She offered you a room until you decided what was next. However, that was the problem. You weren’t sure what was next. All of your life you followed orders and behaved like a good soldier to complete the orders to a man that no longer existed. He could no longer hurt you. What were you to do now? “How is she?” You asked. Soyna was resting her hands on the kitchen counter.

“She didn’t complete the mission,” that was a surprise. Yelena always completed the mission. You didn’t know anything about her newest assignment, just that the target was in New York City and she would be staying here until she finished the job. You sighed, walked over to the fridge, and took out two bottles of vodka.

“I’m guessing she’s on the roof,” you put on your sneakers and winter jacket.

“Zvezda (star),” you stopped before going up the fire escape. “I don’t think she wants to talk to anyone.” You smiled at your friend.

“Well, it’s lucky I’m someone special,” you opened the window and stepped onto the fire escape, closing it behind you. Zvezda it was a nickname Yelena gave you. The Red Room assigned you to a rising crime lord in the New York and New Jersey area. At least that was what Soyna told you. The things you did for them would come in flashes, mostly in nightmares. Once you adjusted to having your mind and body back, you got a tattoo of Saturn on your arm. The planet symbolized stubbornness, stability, and authority. It was for anyone that wished to take control of their life. That was what you needed. A gentle reminder that you were in control of your life and the end of your story. So they tried to give you the nickname of ‘planet’, ‘Saturn’ but you didn’t like any of them until Yelena came up with star. It fit you well.

You stepped onto the roof, the winter air caused goosebumps to form on your legs. “I came up here because I do not want to talk,” Yelena said, without turning around. She sat on the roof’s edge, legs dangling above the city below.

“Good thing I don’t want to talk,” you said, sitting down next to her. It was close enough that you felt the warmth radiating from her but you gave her enough space to not overcrowd her. It was a delicate dance to play with the blonde. You opened the bottle. “Drink.” You offered her it but she didn’t take her eyes off the busy city street below. You took a sip from the bottle, the burn made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You put the bottle between you and her, leaning back and looking at the city. It was beautiful this time of year. Red and white lights danced in the darkness. You wondered what it was like to celebrate Christmas. Holidays weren’t celebrated in the Red Room. Holidays were used as an easy way to get into a party to find a target. It was another day of training and another night handcuffed to your bed.

“You are going to catch a cold wearing that,” she took a generous sip from the bottle.

“And I thought you didn’t want to talk Belova,” she was wearing her black tactical suit. A smirk was on her face as she took another sip and you picked up the bottle, mirroring her. The other Widows liked to tease you that Yelena had a soft spot for you. She rarely snapped or became annoyed with you but you contributed to not bothering her. You let her exist, not forcing her to talk.

“What did Soyna tell you?” She still refused to look at you.

“You didn’t complete the job,” you shrugged. “I didn’t ask more. Not my place.” It was true. If Yelena refused to kill the man or woman then it had to be a good reason.

“Why are you here then?” Finally, she looked at you. Her green eyes were red, her cheeks blotchy, and dried tears on her cheeks.

“Just to sit here and be your friend,” you took another sip. You felt her eyes on you soon it became too much and you looked at her. “Do you want to talk about what happened?”

“I do not know,” you nodded.

“Well, when you do know I’m here,” you continued to sit in silence, passing the bottle back and forth until it was empty and you opened the next one. The alcohol was making you feel warm like you were surrounded by a big hug. Yelena rubbed her eyes, suppressing a yawn. “Come on,” you stood up, wobbling slightly. You didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or your legs being asleep. You weren’t drunk, a little tipsy at best. “You should get some sleep.” The blonde groaned and you held out your hand. She sighed, took it, and grabbed the fuller bottle before standing up. She stumbled more than you did. Was she drinking before she came back to the apartment? You were a few inches taller than her and you caught the blonde when she stumbled forward. Her head fell into the crock of your neck. Her warm breath caused goosebumps to form on your skin.

“You smell good,” she mumbled. “Like euc-euc eucalyptus,” she stumbled over the word a few times which caused her to giggle. You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed. You walked in front of Yelena as you led her down the fire escape. Your hand lingered on her hip now and again to steady her. When you opened the window, the apartment was quiet. You weren’t sure if Soyna went to bed or went out. Yelena was eyeing the couch that had been her bed for the past few nights. “Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?” You asked as if you could read her mind. She looked at you, her green eyes wide.

“Can I?” She whispered. It was so rare to hear such vulnerability in her voice.

“Of course, you can,” you took the bottle from her and put it back in the fridge, making a mental note to buy Soyna two new bottles. You grabbed Yelena’s hand and brought her to your room. The first time she was in her was when she dropped you off. You’ve changed it since then, added posters of bands you liked and pictures you’ve taken around the city. She sat on the edge and looked around your room. “Do you want to change?”

“Clothes are out there,” she pointed to the door. “Don’t wanna move,” you giggled. “What’s so funny?” She asked as you walked to your closet.

“Your just cute,” you saw a blush rise to her cheeks. “I have stuff you can use,” you grabbed her a long sleeve shirt and an extra pair of sleep shorts. You handed them to the blonde but knelt on the floor to take off her boots. She didn’t fight you but watched you with a curious expression. “Do you need help changing?” Yelena shook her head. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” You left your room with her boats in hand to give her some privacy. You filled two glasses with water before returning to your room. Yelena was changed and resting her back on your headboard. You placed both glasses of water on your nightstand. “Did you get hurt tonight?” She hesitated but shrugged. “Do you want me to look at it?”

“No,” she simply said. You turned on the light you had on your nightstand and turned off the overhead light before climbing into bed. She copied you, getting under the covers, and lay down to face you. Tears swelled in her eyes.

“Yelena,” you whispered. “Are you okay?” She shook her head, a sob escaping her lips. You didn’t think and brought the emotionally distraught Black Widow into your arms. She tensed up at the sudden contact but you felt her hands grip onto your shirt like a lifeline. “Sh, you’re okay,” you whispered, undoing the braid in her hair and running your fingers through her blonde locks. “Your safe. Your safe.” You kept repeating it until her cries turned into hiccups and her breathing evened out. She was fast asleep in your arms. You wondered if she ever allowed herself this peace, this safety net to fall back on. Yelena always seemed so strong, barely showing any emotion. It had to be exhausting. You allowed yourself a few minutes of soothing her before falling asleep.

*

It took a few moments for Yelena to recognize where she was, alone, in a room she had only seen in passing but never dared to go in. Your room. It always seemed welcoming, warm, and inviting. Yelena groaned, pushing her hands to her temples. Her head was pounding. She wasn’t sure if it was from all the alcohol she drank or the crying. She couldn’t remember the last time she cried, especially in front of someone. It was embarrassing and threatened the way she presented herself. But last night was the best night’s sleep she’s had in a long time. Yelena saw the glass of water and medicine you left out for her. There was a part of Yelena that was curious about where you ran off to but the much louder part was dreading to face you. With a sigh, she finished the water and ventured into the apartment. You were in the kitchen, mixing something into a metal bowl. “Where is Soyna?” Yelena asked. You jumped slightly.

“She ran to the store so I’m in charge of breakfast,” you smiled. “I’m making pancakes.”

“Do you need help?” Yelena offered. She wasn’t well versed in the kitchen, surviving mostly on take-out or easy microwave dinners.

“Can you make coffee?” That was something she could do and she was grateful to do something. You turned up the music you were listening to and the kitchen was no longer quiet. When the coffee started, Yelena couldn’t help but watch you move around the kitchen. You were so different than the other Widows she’s saved from Dreykov’s claws. You were soft, caring, and like Melina said all those years ago to her and Natasha you kept your heart. Her heart was tainted, blackened with grief and a thirst for revenge. But she felt empty, lost, and without a purpose. “Your thinking too hard,” your voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Sit. The food is done.” Yelena did what she was told and sat down. You placed a plate in front of her with syrup and coffee from the pot. Why were you doing this? Yelena wasn’t deserving of your kindness. “Yelena, stop thinking and just eat.” You smiled. Your smile made her stomach flip.

“Thank you,” she took a bite of the food. “It’s really good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” you both ate in silence, allowing the music to fill it. But her mind started to wander and it went back to your room. Yelena had a room at Melina’s farm, she rarely used it as she slept in hotels or apartments of the Widows she’s helped. The room wasn’t decorated, and she didn’t have posters or pictures to hand up. The only picture she had was a ripped photo strip of her and Natasha.

“Yelena,” she looked at you. “Are you okay?” She forced a smile.

“I’m okay, malen’kaya zvezda (little star), no need to worry.” She wasn’t expecting you to frown.

“Your not okay,” you said. Your blunt comment surprised her. “And that’s okay. We can’t always be strong. We have to break now and again.” Yelena chuckled, shaking her head.

“Tell me, how did you keep your heart?” She asked. You didn’t mask the confusion on your face. “Your heart is good. They didn’t taint it.” Your frown deepened.

“Do you not think your heart is good?” Yelena couldn’t find an answer. How could she tell you she was hired to kill an Avenger and she believed the lie that he killed her sister? “I think your heart is good,” you continued. “You wouldn’t do what you do if your heart wasn’t good.” Yelena laughed bitterly, looking out towards the window. She wondered what Clint and Kate were doing right now. Were they celebrating Christmas?

“Do you ever wonder why we were put through the Red Room?” She asked. “Besides following Dreykov’s orders and taking down countries and starting wars. But what about now? The Red Room is gone and we are left with these kills,” she sighed, running her hands through her hair. “What was I made for? I used to know but I’m not sure now.” Yelena looked at you. You were watching her intensely, it made her feel small and foolish under your graze for opening up like this. But she couldn’t stop.

“Sometimes I don’t feel real,” she continued. “I’m just something someone paid for. I don’t know how to feel,” Quietly, you rested your hand on top of hers. Yelena was surprised she didn’t pull away.

“What was your mission?” You asked. Yelena stared at your connected hands.

“Someone put a hit on Clint Barton,” she didn’t need to loop up for you know you knew the name. “Valentina gave me the job. She said,” Yelena sighed, closing her eyes. Her throat began to burn as she felt her emotions start to overpower her. “She said he had a hand in my sister’s death.”

“Did he?” You whispered. Yelena shook her head.

“No. It’s why I didn’t kill him,” you didn’t say anything instead you ran your fingers across her hand. It was soothing. “I wonder,” Yelena continued. “If Valentina is like Dreykov. I’m blindly following orders without thinking for myself.” It was your turn to sigh and Yelena glanced up at you. You were deep in thought, staring at the now empty plate.

“You and I and every other Widow were not given a fair or easy life,” Yelena counted herself lucky for the 3 years in Ohio. She was given a family, even though it was for a mission. It was more than some of the other girls had. “We were born to be used, and abused, and controlled but I know that isn’t the end of our story.”

“What is the end?” Yelena asked. You finally began to smile.

“I don’t know but we are free, Yelena. We write our own story. No man or woman can take that from us,” you squeezed her hand. “You were made to be anything you want.” Yelena scuffed, shaking her head. You made it sound so easy.

“I don’t know what I want,” there was one thing she wanted more than anything in the world. She wanted more time with her sister. It was so unfair how little time they had together. You removed your hand as you started cleaning up the breakfast. Yelena hated to admit how much she missed it.

“Well, I would stop working with Valentina,” you loaded the dishwasher. “Go on a vacation. Swim in the ocean. Eat your weight in ice cream,” Yelena chuckled. Once you were happy with how the kitchen, you leaned back on the counter. “That’s the beautiful and scary thing about being free there is no limit to what we can do,” Yelena smiled, a real when. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she smiled.

“You still didn’t answer my question,” she said. “How did you keep your heart?” You shrugged.

“They tried to break it,” you told her. Your smile was no longer happy. “But I had to believe the horror we were subjected to wasn’t our end. It gave me hope,” this time Yelena grabbed your hand and interlocked her fingers with yours.

“Will you join me?” She asked. “On my self-discovery journey.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said. “I’d follow you anywhere you go.” Yelena felt a warm feeling grow in her chest. She couldn’t blame the alcohol or her grief. You were to blame for this giddy feeling that she had about the future. For once, Yelena wasn’t afraid and she hoped to make her sister proud.

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Might return to this little AU in the future. May add some angst in Part 2. We'll see what happens and how I'm feeling lol

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[leasstories]

Timeless

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

No trigger warning, just fluff.

WC ≈ 1.5K

Based on Timeless by Taylor Swift

January 1987,

You’ve been walking in the streets of Indianapolis when an antique shop comes into view. You enter the shop and stop at the counter where thousands of old photos are on display. Most of them are photos of couples from different period of times. The sign says: ‘Photos, 25 cents each”. All of those old photos make you think of your relationship with your boyfriend, Eddie. 

The first photo you came across was a black and white photo of a bride in the ‘30s, it made you think of how much you would love to be Eddie’s bride, it makes you imagine what your dream wedding with the love of your life would look like. You think about how you would definitely marry Eddie in a heartbeat. It makes you daydream about how he might propose and about how, if one day he does, your gonna throw yourself at him.

You then saw the photo of school lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. It reminds you of the day you and Eddie moved in together. After the events of the Upside Down, Eddie and you didn’t lose a second, seeing Eddie battling for life in the hospital made you realize that your love for him is the kind of love you find only once in a lifetime. Eddie got out of the hospital in May 1986, with the financial compensation that the state gave the both of you, you bought a small trailer at Hawkins trailer’s park. You officially moved in together in June 1986 and have been living together ever since. You were the one nursing his wounds, you are the one who is here for him, in the middle of the night when he wakes up from a nightmare. You know that you’ll be here for him for as long as he allows you to be. Eddie is for you, the kind of love that you don’t put down, you cling to it for as long as you can. Even if Eddie despises conformity, you and Eddie are High School Sweetheart, you met in school and started dating during his second senior year. And this photo reminded you of that, it reminded you of how Eddie and you, are the American Teenage love story. Your first date was in a shitty drive in, your first kiss behind the bleachers and your first ‘I love you’ in the confines of Eddie’s bedroom. You first moved in together before graduating, and almost a year later, your shared trailer feels more like home than your respective childhood homes. 

You came across photos of couples in 1944, photos of women reading letters from their beloved who left to fight for the war, and at that moment, you realized that even if you met Eddie at that time, and were one of those women, you would have been waiting for him. 

At some point you spotted a photo of a teenage couple holding hands, on their way to a dance, the date said 1958. You took the photo in your hands and smiled. You feel like time stopped and remember the first time you saw Eddie. You remember that you were in Junior High and you were already intrigued by this little boy. You remember that, despite his buzzcut at the time, the first thing you thought of him was that he was pretty. Eddie and you were two grades apart, but from the moment you saw him to the moment he left Junior High, you kept admiring from afar. Then, you went to High School and your fascination turned into warmth into the pit of your stomach. During Eddie’s first senior year (and your Sophomore year), you finally realized that you had a crush on Eddie. Then you had the courage to join Hellfire. When Eddie said “hello” is when you story started. You didn’t have any hopes of being Eddie’s girlfriend. Eddie didn’t seem to date, but you took the opportunity to get to know him and spend time with him. And once you got to know him, you became head over heels, Eddie wasn’t only a good looking guy, deep down, he was also a real sweetheart.  You knew that there will never be anyone else than Eddie. Your heart belonged to him the minute he said “Hello” when you approached him to join the Hellfire Club. All of these memories, all of your story with Eddie, you are so scared to forget it all. 

You got out of your trip down the memory lane and came upon an old book, covered in cobwebs. When you open the book and start reading it, you realize that it is the story of a romance torn apart by fate. This story is your worse nightmare and reminds you that you almost lost Eddie in March of last year, it reminds you that fate almost teared you apart. It’s a story taking place a century ago. The couple fell in love just like you did with Eddie, they were teenage sweethearts too, the man died for the woman the same way Eddie almost died to protect you. And you know that you would die for him in the same way, Eddie is the most important person of your life. 

All of those pictures and stories made you realize that if you were forced to marry another man, your heart would still be Eddie’s. You would hide from your husband and read Eddie’s love letters every single nights. You would end up running away, leaving your life behind. Eddie still would be yours. You believe that the two of you were supposed to find each other and that in any lifetime, Eddie would be yours and you would be his. 

Times does affect your body, it’s scientific, but you know it won’t touch your soul, it won’t change your love for Eddie. In 50 years, you still see yourself love Eddie. Eddie’s always going to be yours and you are always going to be his. You know your love is timeless. You know that when you’ll be old and gray, you’ll keep loving him. You know you’ll have a cardboard full of photos laying in front of you. Photos of the life that Eddie and you have made. 

As those photos and this book made you think of Eddie, you went back on the streets and searched for a call box. As soon as you find it, you put all of your cents in the machine and dial your trailer’s phone number. 

“You’ve reached Eddie Munson, what can I do for ya?” Eddie asks.

“Baby!” You say, excited and out of breath.

“Sweets, where are you? Is everything okay?” Eddie asks, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah everything okay. I was just missing you.” You say softly.

“I miss you too, where are you?” Eddie asks again. “Still in Indianapolis?”

“Yes. Eddie I came across an antique shop and there were so many photos of couples. And it’s so hard to explain, but I saw us on those photos instead. It made me realize that somehow, I know that you and I would have found each other, even in another life. Even if we met in 1944 and you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine. I would have read your love letters every nights, praying that you’d be coming home all right. I would’ve impatiently waited for your return and then you would’ve proposed and we would have married each other once the war was over.” 

“You’re so cheesy” Eddie says, you can hear the smile in his voice. “But I also believe that we are timeless, that no matter what we would have found each other. Don’t say anyone I said this but I believe we are two halves of the same soul an that no matter what, we were destined to find each other.”

“And now who’s the cheesy one” You say smiling from ear to ear.  You can hear the bip of the call box indicating that your calling time is almost over.

“Eddie, I have to hang up but I love you, so much. See you tonight.”

A few days after this phone conversation, Eddie proposed to you. He wrote an acoustic song (which is really rare for Eddie) inspired by your phone call, a song telling you how much he loves you and how you and Eddie would have found each other in any other lifetimes. And in the cardboard you made, where you gathered all of your photos with Eddie, you added your engagement photo. A photo of you, arm wrapped around Eddie’s neck your body pressed tight against Eddie’s, tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. You and Eddie both know it’s only the beginning and that in a few decades from now, the cardboard will be filled with memories, because you are meant for each others. 

In every scenarios, every period of time you could have been living in, you imagine your heart belonging to Eddie. You and Eddie, your love story, really is timeless. 

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[sassycheesecake]

"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader

A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: none

„I love you too much

To live without you loving me back“

Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.

As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.

It’s Aran‘s.

„I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night“

After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.

It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.

It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.

Kita sighs deeply.

"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“

„Heaven knows your name I've been praying

To have you come here by my side“

It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.

'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’

As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.

Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.

“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”

Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.

Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.

„Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight“

It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.

Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.

"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“

You chuckle a bit in reply.

"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.

That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.

"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.

Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.

"She’s a beauty eh?”

"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.

"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.

Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.

"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.

„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much“

Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.

His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.

All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.

He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.

"Whatcha doin?”

"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”

Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.

Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.

"I love you so much (Y/N).”

Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.

"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

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[ultim4tel1fef0rm]

This is Your Mother

Alastor & his Mother - Hazbin Hotel

CW: mentions of death, Alastor goes a bit crazy, Alastor’s demon form, mania

Tags: angst, Alastor misses his mom, I would say give Alastor a hug but he’d pull a Pennywise and bite your head off 😒😒

A/N: I SUCK AT ANGST BUT I LIKE TO THINK I GOT BETTER 🥳 anyway this was inspired by a TikTok I saw a while back with the audio “O Superman” and it was of Alastor’s dead hand after he was shot (I THINK) and his mother worrying where he was. I think it was taken down, but if it wasn’t PLEASEEEEEE give me the person who made it I’ve been thinking about it all day. Or maybe I imagined it like an idiot idk

Alastor never dreamed. He hasn’t his entire life—in both the living and the dead. He likes to think it’s because he was never a dreamer, he was always a realist.

The only person who Alastor felt seen by was his mother.

She was a kind soul, someone worthy of Heaven and all the riches in the world with cooking skills to die for. If Alastor could redo one thing in his entire life, it’d be telling his mother what he was doing.

How the blood on his collar one night he came from dinner was a from stabbing someone repeatedly rather than the lie he told of a nick he give himself while shaving. How he was actually killing people in the middle of the night and he couldn’t go with her to a party, claiming he was at work.

She’d understand, wouldn’t she?

The kindhearted woman would do anything for her son, but did that include forgiving his sins?

Was that wishful thinking on his end? Hoping she’d be so happy he wasn’t actually hurting himself like she thought he was when she saw the blood stains on his usually pristine white button-up shirts.

Alastor actually dreamed this night. For the first time in one hundred years. He never slept, so suddenly imagining himself in the middle of the forest where he lost his life to an idiotic Hunter mistaking him for some deer, somehow.

His breathing was becoming faster—what was this? Was this heinous feeling… fear? It couldn’t be! Absolutely not! Alastor didn’t feel fear, that was fact.

His heart almost stopped at the familiar voice ringing in the air, the sweet, gentle voice he heard everyday as a child.

“Alastor? Al, sweetie? Where are you?”

Alastor froze, looking around rapidly in search of seeing her face at least one more time. Just once, that’s all he wanted.

“Mother?” He echoed into the forest, slowly moving from his station. Leaves crunched under his heel, making him look down at the ground to see that he was wearing the same shoes he wore the day he died—he’d never forget such a day.

He looked behind him, seeing his dead body on the ground. What a strange out-of-body experience. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Alastor scowled, rolling his eyes as he continued on his trek until he heard another sentence from his mother.

“This is your mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?”

Alastor almost threw up, clutching onto a tree and digging his nails into the bark as he covered his mouth. “Where are you?!” He desperately called out, carding a hand through his hair in frustration. Where on Earth was this voice coming from, and why were they using his mother against him?!

He paused, staring off into the distance as he saw his childhood home—his mother sobbed on the ground as police officers consoled her.

“Ma’am, we have means to believe your son was behind those—“ before the man could continue on with his sentence, Alastor’s mother stared at him. “My son would never do such a thing! He was just killed, and you’re blaming him?!” She cried out, the pain and horror in her face almost made Alastor choke out a sob. “Miss, he was holding a bloodied knife and was found by a dumpsite.” The other officer informed her.

His mother clutched her arms, her wails filling the room. “Alastor is innocent! Innocent, I tell you!” She wiped her cheeks with her handkerchief, but to no avail as the tears continued to spill.

Alastor had failed his mother. The woman who sacrificed so much to make sure he got through life was in pain because of what he did. She was probably shunned after news got out, everyone ignored her until her own inevitable death.

He let out a shaky breath, lips trembling as the next words left his throat. “I’m so sorry, mother…” his voice came out in a whisper, barely audible.

His mother’s head slowly craned in his direction. “Al…?” She murmured, stumbling to her feet. Alastor almost jumped out of his skin, staring at her. “Tell me, you didn’t do those things! Please, tell me they’re lying!” She grabbed his suit tightly, tears still streaming down his face.

He hesitated. He couldn’t lie to his mother’s face, even if it was a figment of his imagination.

“I did it.” He quietly said.

He didn’t expect his mother’s face to contort into what it did. Eyes blown wide, jaw dropped, and face evidently showing pure, absolute horror.

Alastor’s heart tensed up; it was painful seeing her look at him like that, especially when she normally spoke so sweetly to him, she adored her son with her entire being. Did he just ruin it by admitting his faults?! Could he go back?!

His breathing picked up, terror widening his eyes. “M-mother!” He tried to reach out to her, only for the woman to give him a hateful glare.

“You failed me, Alastor.”

Alastor backed up, the words ringing in his head millions of times. “Failed… you? I… mother..” he cried out. His eyes burned with tears. Was he even capable of shedding tears? Should he be allowed to?! His own mother clearly saw him as a monster, and monsters can’t feel normal emotions.

Was that all Alastor was?

Just a monster?

A monster who hurt his mother?

Alastor desperately grabbed his mother’s arms. “Y-you can’t say that! Mother, it’s me! Your Al, you love me… don’t you? Please do… I’m still the same person!” He insisted, his breathing became more manic as he felt himself grow in size, his human hands behind replaced by his demonic form. His mother froze, staring at him.

“You’re not my son.” She said chillingly. Alastor was quiet, swallowing thickly. “Mother…”

Alastor’s eyes shot open, heavily breathing as he let out a broken cry, hands finding themselves in his hair. “No… mother… she would… never… no..” his teeth bit into his lower lip, drawing blood as tears began to pool in his eyes. “Never.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor’s mom #alastor angst #this probably sucks #i need to practice more #ive never written Alastor before #based on a song

[morganski-19]

Little Miss Perfect

Straight A's, straight forward, straight path. Nancy Wheeler didn't cut corners. She was top of her class and worked hard for it. Was everything her parents ever wanted from her and more. On time for everything, the perfect student. Social to a point but not overwhelming, and never irresponsible.

She was perfect. The perfect daughter. The perfect student. The perfect example. It was what she was, and she would never mess it up.

So she dated a boy who liked her and was popular. Had a bit of a reputation, but that didn't matter. Her parents liked him, and he loved her. That's all that mattered. Until someone asked if she loved him, and her mind drew a blank. That relationship was over.

But that's ok, there was another boy that liked her. And she liked him, they had a connection. Fought monsters together and bonded more than she had with anyone in a while. So they dated, and he loved her, and she loved him. But as the distance grew between them, both physically and metaphorically, she learned that love was just platonic.

Everything felt wrong. How could she have been in two relationships where she didn't feel the same as they did. It was just not right, she told herself. She rushed into a relationship where the feelings were never there. Someday she'll fall in love with a man, have the relationship that's expected of her. Her perfection wouldn't be scratched.

Hopefully.

One day, Robin came over for a sleepover. They've grown close since spring break, and it's nice. Nancy hasn't felt like this in years, this seen. Robin just gets her in a way that no one has. It's refreshing.

So she lets loose, comfortable in this space. They drink and Nancy's mind gets hazy. Her eyes keep wandering to Robin's lips, watching them as they part with laughter and bright smiles. Mind wandering to how they would feel, what it would be like if Nancy just leaned it. Shaking her head each time to get those thoughts out of her head.

Because if those thoughts were true, Nancy was anything but perfect. Nothing like the throne she built for herself to sit on.

The night continues, and the thoughts don't stop. They keep coming back, looping in her mind over and over again. Until Robin says something that makes Nancy burst out in laughter, causing her to lean into Robin's space.

They lock eyes, faces inches apart. The tension so strong, even the sharpest knife couldn't cut through it. Losing control, Nancy leans forward and presses her hips to Robin's. Quickly retreating as she realizes her mistake, but not stopping Robin when she dips back in and kisses her again.

Suddenly, all the pieces slot into place as Nancy returns the kiss. Pulling Robin closer as her heart starts beating faster than it ever has. Her body lights up in flames with every touch, igniting her heart in a way that never has before. Everything feels more right than it ever has, and her world breaks in two.

Nancy isn't perfect, not in the way she thought she was. She'll never be able to like a boy the way that she likes Robin. The way she likes a girl. Remembering the flutters her heart would make every time a pretty girl would pass by her locker, and how it would be shoved so far deep to never be thought of again.

Because Nancy couldn't be perfect and like girls. But as Robin keeps kissing her, making her mind feel hazy in the best way possible, perfection rewrites its definition in her mind. Now it includes who Nancy really was in its definition, not what people expected her to be.

Nancy Wheeler wasn't Little Miss Perfect in her society's eyes, but she was in hers.

#ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #comphet nancy wheeler #based on a song #loosely #little miss perfect #stranger things #ficlet #ronance ficlet

[http-paprika]

Labyrinth; Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Warning(s): trauma, anxiety

WC: 365

A/N: I wrote this while listening to the song Labyrinth by Taylor Swift so, the song sets the mood.

Two bodies, aching from the long haul and the horrific day, lay next to each other. The longer Y/N looked at the ceiling, the more her brain kept running. She was replaying in her mind what had happened in the morning, guilt was prowling around her and she started to grow anxious. Her breathing hitched as Y/N tried to get her brain to shut up and shut down but that made it run faster. Dragging her into a labyrinth of her worst mistakes, reminding her of plane crashes, prison riots, and an earthquake that buried her for days. She was right back in Panama on the edge of death, and she couldn’t pull herself back to the warehouse where her body was at present.

A hand grabbed hers and squeezed it three times, the man that lay next to her had reached out for her like he always did. Ghost brought her out of the bad, and back into safety and security. From the first time they had met in Iraq, the cold of Russia, and now, he managed to pull her back. Even before he loved her in Iraq, he reached out to her.

“You’re thinking too much. You need to breathe.” He orders her.

“I can’t.”

“Y/N,” he was propped up on his elbow looking over at her. “Follow my breathing then.”

Ghost pulled off his balaclava, and sat her up so they were facing each other. “Just focus on me. Not what happened today, not what keeps you up at night, just look at me, at my face.”

She nodded her head and tried to turn her attention to him. Y/N started to focus on his features, his pale eyelashes against his dark eyes, the angles of his cheekbones and jaw, the scars from years and years of fighting, each one so different from the others.

“Is that better?” He asks after a moment.

“Yes. Thank you.” Y/N sighs, laying back on the thin mat.

A second later, Ghost is wrapping his large body around hers, arms holding you close to him. “I may be sore, but this will keep you from staring at that damn ceiling.”

#fanfic #call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw22 #taylor swift #midnights #labryinth #based on a song

[hamilgodd]

‘Cause you

Love,

Love,

Love.

Love, love, love — Of Monsters and Men

And when you said you love me, I was so broken. You loved me when I had no idea how to pick up the pieces of heart.

When you said you love me; I didn’t know how to love you without making you sad.

But now, maybe I know how to love you back.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula uno #lewis hamilton #formula one fanfic #sewis #lewis hamilton and sebastian vettel #sewis is the shipp #sad edit #kind of sad tbh #based on a song #sebastian vettel

[katlyn1948]

So I thought I would share a little of what I've been working on. It's been a minute since I've written anything Gendrya related, but Idk...I just got inspired. Probably because I've been re-reading a lot of my Gendrya fics. Not to toot my own horn, but damn, some of them are AMAZING...and some of them... well they could use some work. Anyway, enjoy a little of what I have planned and even more kudos if you can figure out what song I used as inspiration. :)

“Um, are ya alright?” His blue eyes turned that of curiosity to worry. She had been staring at him like a big oaf.

Say something, you idiot, anything!

“Uh, you talk funny.”

Not that!

A chuckle escaped past his supple lips, “Well, that’s a first.”

Arya groaned, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”

The bartender nodded, “It’s alright. I take it this is yer first time in Storm’s End?”

“Is it that obvious?”

He shrugged, “It’s not too bad. But maybe you should not make fun of the way people talk.”

Arya laughed. A good hearty laugh. And it’s something she hadn’t done in a long time. “You know, you should take it as a compliment. It means I like you.”

On of his brows arched, “Really now? And uh—do I gots to worry about any boyfriends smashing my face in for being nice to his girl?”

She watched as he placed another whiskey in front of her. “I had a boyfriend. He’s my ex as of five minutes ago and he’s somewhere in this club doing God knows what.”

The bartender smiled before wiping his hand on his apron and offering it to her to shake, “Name’s Gendry.”

#gendrya #gendry waters #arya/gendry #arya stark #got #fanfiction #my writing #writing again #based on a song #who is the artist #who is the singer

[starsval]

request for Remus Lupin dating potter! reader. Maybe angsty after Halloween 1981?

i miss you, im sorry

remus lupin x potter!reader

summary: remus leaves when the war ends.

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of scars, mentions of james' death, sad? idk

"you're just gonna leave?" remus eyes go to the scar on your face, made from the first war. much to your brother and boyfriend's displeasure.

not like it mattered anymore. one of them is gone and the other is leaving you right now. 

"i can't stay here, love, it's too much" he looks away, but he doesn't stand up yet, sinking in everything before he leaves your house forever. 

"you're not going to fight for harry? to keep him safe? you're not going to fight for sirius?" he closes his eyes when you mention his best friend, like you just stabbed him. 

"harry will be safe with petunia, away from the magic. and sirius is a traitor" he spits the last words, even after your efforts in trying to get him to believe that he's innocent. like you do. 

he says his name like it hurts. 

"remus" you sigh, trying to get him to look at you. "he's- he's your best friend, and you know that he'd never do that to james" 

this time you're the one who says someone's name like it hurts. not because you think he's a traitor, but because he's gone, he left without warning. your brother is dead and he will never come back. and with his death you also lost lily, sirius and harry. you don't even have your nephew to take care of. 

remus doesn't answer, instead, he just stares at a wall. 

"you're not gonna fight for me?" he looks at you, and presses his lips together. "i thought, that we'd go through this together" 

"i'm sorry" he closes his eyes. 

"you promised" although he can't see you, he can feel you walk closer to him. 

"i'm sorry"

"when this started, you said we'd go through this together, where did that go?" you're in front of him, but he doesn't open his eyes. 

"i don't know, i'm sorry" he whispers

"i- i know we weren't in the best moment of our relationship before this, but… i didn't think that'd matter"

he swears he doesn't mean to let it drop, but there's nothing he can do as he watches the cup break into pieces. 

"i thought you'd know better than that" he says, ignoring the glass on the floor. 

"better than what? i'm just supposed to stand back as everyone fights?" you can tell he's disappointed. 

"you could've stood with me" he turns around, not waiting for an answer. you can't do much but leave his old apartment. 

with an agreement that you're not talking. 

"it's not like that- i just, you bring me many memories. you remind me of your brother, of lily, of harry, and i can't deal with that" he cups your face in his hands "i'm sorry but i can't"

"you said forever and i almost bought it" this time you're the one who looks away. 

"i meant it"

"did you?" he let's go of your face. 

"i did" he almost swears it, but what's the point when he doesn't anymore. 

"do you remember? happy together?" you suddenly ask, trying to bring back your good memories. 

because maybe he'll regret doing this. 

"i do, don't you?" you talk again. and you think that he's going to agree but he just let's go of your face.

"i'm sorry" he looks like he's actually going to be sick when he stands up and leaves.

and you stay like that, staring at the door he just closed. alone in what feels like a haunted house. because everyone that used to live in it, is gone. 

except you.

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you were on your way home from petunias'. you tried to at least see harry. but there was no use.

it was already december, and after months of trying, you still hadn't seen your nephew. 

and you knew that it would be pointless. you know it's going to be pointless when you knock on the door of what used to be remus and sirius' house. 

remus opens it, not expecting you there. and he immediately closes it. 

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you figured he hates you. that he'd want nothing to do with you. 

but instead he called. 

"remus?" you immediately call for him, trying with his name a few times, with no answer. 

"i- i thought you hated me? did something happen? is someone hurt?" he still doesn't answer, you can't hear anything. 

"are you making fun of me?" still no answer. 

"remus i have to-" you don't continue, because he says something.

"i miss you" he says, almost inaudible, but you caught it. 

he immediately hangs up. 

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eventually you stop showing up at his house. while you wanted to fight for him, you were still mourning. so you just stopped trying. 

winter went by and spring was reaching it's end. 

maybe it was the breeze that lead remus to your door. 

neither of you talk, you just stare at him. and a minute passes when remus is finally able to meet your gaze. 

"i'm sorry" it's the first thing he says, and he's going to keep talking, but you stop him before he can. 

"that's not fair" you try to close the door, but he keeps it open. 

"i know, and i'm sorry, but i don't wanna go, think i'll make it worse. and everything i know brings me back to us" he's almost crying. 

"and i know that we've been here before, and i swear that i tried not to come here, i tried not to knock, but everywhere i go leads me back to you" he has come closer to you, and you let him. 

"remus-"

"i miss you, i'm sorry" he puts his forehead on yours. and you're both crying. 

"nothing happened in the way i wanted" you tell him, because it's true. you lost everything. 

"i know, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" he puts his arms around you. 

"every corner in this house is haunted" you confess. "and i know you said we weren't talking, but you don't know how hard i had to fight the urge to go to your house every single day" he holds you as you cry. "but i missed you" 

"i still love you, i promise" he kisses your head. 

and you stay like that until you both calm down. then you just get inside, and try to rebuild what you lost months ago. 

#the marauders #the marauders era #young remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #young remus x y/n #based on a song #remus lupin #remus lupin angst

[mercarimari]

Warnings: Contains some suggestive themes and content. A touch of smut and an all around good time. Please enjoy responsibly. I look forward to seeing what the next part brings. <3 PART ONE of THREE in a new Nessian AU brought to you by the Acotar Writing Circle! Cover made by @hlizr50 and a special thanks to Heather for also reading and helping suggest minor edits.  Based on the song: Fictional by Khloe Rose Summary: Nesta has always hidden herself in books. Most if not all of her real life relationships had ended in fire and chaos. She was an expert in self destruction after all. But when a birthday gift from her sister brings a touch of magic to the world, and a piece of fiction into her reality--- Could things really change for the better? 

Cassian chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling— She tried to keep herself from falling into that sound. How could one male hold so much power with one sound? “I would hate him if he were real.” Nesta rolled her eyes, slamming the book shut as she shifted on her bed to flop back against her pillows in a particularly ungraceful fashion. Why did he have to be such an arrogant bastard? And why was that hot? Like really hot? She wanted to scream, instead. A second later she eyed the book, leaned forward, picked it up, and flipped it open to her last page. She watched him from where he stood across the room, leaning against the door frame. His long hair was piled up on his head in the messiest of buns. And she couldn’t help but stare at the size of him— And the fact that he was in nothing but a towel. “Go put some clothes on.” She laughed, hiding her face in her hands to avoid him seeing the blush that came glowing on her cheeks. 

“Aw, but I really wanted to show off.” He taunted, moving from that spot on the door and towards the bed. Her eyes wandered lower, to where the towel loosened at his waist as he moved. It was going to fall before he made it to her bed, and she knew what would come next.

“This book is far too predictable.” Nesta groaned, “And she is nothing like me. Whoever wrote this needs to learn how to appeal to their audience.”

Given that the book had been a gift from Elain for her birthday, Nesta didn’t complain about it too much. At least not to her face. But Elain had paid a small fortune to someone to have this story commissioned. To have her in it. Or at least her name, and her likeness. Not much else about the book seemed to carry true to her. She wondered if anyone else in the world who’d purchased one of these had found the same feeling. Like they were reading about them, but a skewed, weird version of themselves. How was it that this fictional version of her was charming and sexually shy. Why was she hiding her face when Nesta would’ve watched that towel fall from his hips? Fuck. She hated it. But it was such a train wreck that it was hard to put it down. She’d have to let Gwyn and Emerie read it when she finished it, because she needed them to see how horrifically awful the author had managed to portray her. 

Cassian pounded into her, one hand holding hers over her head, the other firmly at her throat as he took her from behind. “Fuuuuck.” 

She closed the book again, slammed it down on her bedside table, and rolled over to stare at the window. 

“I can’t with this. It’s so bad.” Why did Elain have to buy her that stupid book? She’d never actively tell Elain that she hated it, of course. She couldn’t do that. It would mean having to face the hurt puppy look on her face if she realized that the gift wasn’t appreciated, and Nesta wouldn’t do that. She’d pretend she liked it for the rest of eternity if it meant keeping Elain’s smile where it belonged. But what she wanted more than anything now, was this story— Accurately told. Wanted Cassian with that hand around her throat pounding into her as she demanded more from him. She wanted to know what it’d be like if he fucked her rough and hard, not this slow sensual sort of domination on the page. It’s not like she was worthy of much else anyway. She was an expert after all, in self destruction. Which is exactly why she pulled out her phone and sent a message to her group chat with Gwyn and Emerie. 

Club? I need to go blow off some steam. Gwyn is typing…

Nesta drummed her fingers on the bed as she watched the words flash across the screen. Watched as they started and stopped and started again. 

Gwyn: Hey, so I can't make it tonight. Boss called me in to help organize some things for the press release tomorrow. 

Emerie is typing…

Emerie: Shit. I was counting on Gwyn being able to go. I've got a huge order coming out of the shop tomorrow that I need to finish up.

Nesta rolled her eyes at the phone in her hand. She'd be drinking alone it seemed. 

Nesta: Don't work too hard. I'll have a few for you guys.

### It had taken Nesta all of twenty minutes to be presentable enough to leave the house, the plunging neckline of her black party dress left little to the imagination, and the shortness of it left even less. High heels, messy bun, she was dressed to attract male attention and any number of them would be willing to take her home. She’d learned that a long time ago. 

And now she was standing in the seediest bar in town, one of the few places she would never bring Gwyn. It didn’t fit her vibe, and it most definitely would’ve made her uncomfortable, if not downright anxious. But for Nesta, this was home. This was where she could find the one nights that would treat her like she felt she deserved, use her up, waste her and go about their business. 

She sat at the bar, staring at her phone as if waiting for someone, anyone to text her. Seemingly disinterested in the bars population. Another thing she’d learned over the years, if she made herself look uninterested, it made the bastards in this club want her more. And she liked to have her pick of the litter when it came to who she’d go home with. 

She shoved her phone in her purse and turned her focus to the drink in front of her. She picked it up, swirled it around for a few rotations and then tipped it to her lips downing it in a few solid burning gulps. She set the glass back on the bartop and made her way out to the dance floor. 

It was time to hunt her prey for the night. Or at the very least for a fix. 

And she'd take that fix as a quickie in a bathroom stall with a hand around her throat if she had to. 

A turn around the dancefloor and she'd found several interested parties. Or at least, parties interested in dancing. One who was interested in taking her home. And one who wanted her to be the mystical unicorn in his throuple. 

She didn't even date, and all of her relationships had ended in disaster. So why the hell would she want to be relegated to fixing someone else's relationship? Not unless they were looking for an expert to school them in self-sabotage. Fuck that.

None of them were catching her interest. None of them had the type of attitude that she needed from a night out like this one. Because all that damned book had done was make her feel less than worthy of the things that she refused to let herself have. She couldn’t be the charming shy princess of the story. She’d never be that. Nesta knew and had always known that she was a raging bitch. She’d abandoned her sisters in hopes that their father would get his shit together and actually take care of them, leaving Feyre to pick up all of her slack. Feyre had a job at sixteen, paid most of the bills and kept food on the table. What had Nesta done? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. And when their father died? She’d just shut down. She’d turned to the drinking and the seedy bars, and one-night stands. Once a bitch always a bitch. It was better to be treated like one. Maybe she needed to try another club. Or maybe she just needed more to drink so that she was less picky. So she made her way back to the bar, sat in her seat and propped her chin on her hand. “Can you get me another double? I’m not drunk enough.” The little girl behind the bar, dressed in her crop top and short shorts, shook her head as she started pouring the double shot of whiskey. “I figured you weren’t. It usually takes you three or more to be in the right mindset to pick a guy.” “Gee. Thanks.” Nesta rolled her eyes and took the glass into her hands. She made quick work of double shot number two. And waited patiently for the girl to refill her glass. Give it a minute and it’d hit her like a freight train, and then she’d really be ready to get the party started. 

She stood from her chair, and scanned the floor again. The options were already looking more appealing. Though— One in particular caught her attention. He was on the other side of the bar, standing taller than most of the people in the crowd. Broad shoulders, long hair piled up in a half assed man bun on his head. Muscles for days, looked like he could absolutely wreck her. And those eyes— A gasp. That wasn’t possible. That was less than possible. It was absolutely impossible. First off men like that didn’t exist, not in places like this. And definitely not in her world. This son of a bitch was the spitting image of the bastard in that damned book. A dead ringer for Cassian. “Of course I knew where to find you. I know you better than you know yourself.” The line from the book jumped to the front of her mind, those amber eyes holding her gaze as he made his way across the club to stand in front of her. She looked up at him, her face set into a scowl. And he smiled, a heart stopping sort of expression that she knew she was wholly unworthy of. “Hello, Nes.”

#nessian #acotar writing circle #acotarwritingcircle #nesta archeron #cassian #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar au #based on a song

[yarrystyleeza]

You lost me that night

[This one has been stirring in my head for a while but I never knew how to make words of it. It was painful to memorize my moments with him, but I guess it was all part of growing up to be who I am now, months later. I love this song very much, and it always moved things in me whenever I listen to it and I had to write how I feel whenever I listen to it. Thank you Taylor for putting my feelings on a song that will probably haunt my soul forever. <3 ]

I've never heard a song and felt it,

I've been single most of the time,

I was sensitive,

But I was careless.

But that one song I reheard,

After you left,

It sickens me,

Though I loved it.

'My face was gray but

you wouldn't admit

that we were sick'

I've never heard a song and really felt it,

This one however,

Carved a hole in my loving chest,

Rubbed salt into my million wounds,

Killed me with a thousand gunshots,

Because It reminded me of you.

Of Us,

Of how we would've been,

If only you let me in,

The way I did with you.

'You don't know

what you got

until it's gone'

And I was gone,

You lost me that night,

When you told me,

Everything will be alright.

But it was never alright,

You lost me that night.

#yarrystyleeza #Yomna's poetic pieces #you're losing me #taylor swift #based on a song #based on a true story #poetry #free verse #modern poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #spilled feelings #breakup #on breakups #on love #on broken promises