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bea-ce · 2 days

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Nobody loves me like you do

..or sweet gestures your boyfriend does for you that has your knees buckling and heart fluttering!

characters: wriothesley, childe, alhaitham, lyney

genre: FLUFF!! FLUFF!!! FLUUUUUUUUUUUUFF!!!

warning's: none really? wriothesley's can be interpreted as spicy maybe, but it wasn't intended to be taken that way. maybe obvious bias...

notes: in my healing era and my lover girl has finally gotten the courage of taking the leap of faith of love once more. this is a little tribute to that, and to my boyfriend who's the cause of it. also sorry for having been dead! real busy with school and being bombared with exams all the time (the things i do to get into medicine...)

Wriothesley

It had become routine for you to leave the Duke's bedroom with tangled hair and knots that would only come out by putting balm in your hair when you showered. The cause of it? The Duke himself, of course.

Finding yourself with half of your body outside of his bed, having long ago accepted that this was the way you'd be handled by your big, strong lover, you hear Wriothesley chuckle and grabbing hold of your wrist to pull you up, back up on his queen-sized bed. "What are you doing with half your body outside of my bed, sweetheart?" He asks teasingly, causing you to loudly exclaim at him with mock irritation in response "you're the one throwing me around the bed like a dog with its chewing toy!" causing a laugh to erupt from his chest as he pulls you ontop of him to engulf you into another long, warm hug.

Alas, as the saying goes "there's always a peace before a storm". You feel yourself get thrown off of Wriothesley, hitting your back against the matress with a small huff before you feel his weight shift ontop of you, squeezing the air out of you as giggles erupt from you while you try shoving him off of you to no avail.

It was part of the routine for him to shove his hands under your shirt, his hands roaming across your body as if mapping every part of you out. Unfortunately for you, the Duke had also made it a habit to go on search for your bellybutton for some odd reason. You'd often find yourself kicking your legs to pry him off of you, screaming and laughing as you'd feel him tickling you as his fingers was searching for his destined goal.

"What's wrong with you?! Why are you so fixated on my navel?!" You'd yell at him between laughs, squirming and fighting against his freely wandering hands that come to a halt upon your words and being met by his icy grey eyes staring softly down at you before he so casually says the sentence that has you limp and melting into his touch.

"I'm fixated on you. All of you, and I'm trying to appreciate and love all of you. Am I so wrong for doing that?"

Tartaglia

There wasn't any special occasion today as far as you knew. No anniversary to be celebrated nor a sappy couples holiday to rub in all the singles people's faces with, so why was it that you could spot your boyfriend with a bouquet of roses in his arms from afar as he waits at the spot the two of you would always meet up on before heading out for your date?

"Am I not allowed to spoil my girl with flowers whenever I feel like it?" He had responded with a mock offended laugh as his free arm wrapped around your waist to return your gesture of pulling him into a tight hug (in all honesty you had just wanted to burrow your face into his chest to hide your teary eyes from him). You can feel his hand rub your side comfortingly, traveling its way up to pet the top of your head before pressing his lips against your forehead reassuringly, an unspoken 'I love you' before pulling you away from his chest to show you his soft smile, reserved just for you.

Inspecting the lovely roses enthrusted upon you, taking in their lovely red, almost pinkish, color as you walk besides Tartaglia. You can't imagine them having been cheap, given both their look of long stems, healthy leaves and from just how fresh they look, along with just how strongly they smelt of roses. Tartaglia's hand finds your free one as you aimlessly walk. A lighthearted laugh that escapes Tartaglia makes you turn your focus to him, noticing the way he's beaming at your fondness of the flowers. "You know I looked a really good while for those flowers you said that you liked, only to have the florist tell me that they only grew wild in another nation. I was super upset that I couldn't get you your favorite flowers!"

He'd give you the world if he could.

Alhaitham

Matching Alhaitham’s thirst for knowledge, you’d often find yourself searching for new subjects to learn about. It wasn't uncommon that the facts you had learnt for the day were things Alhaitham already were somewhat versed in, but to immerse oneself further into a subject was anything but adverse, and even if nothing new was added to his knowledge a bit of repetition never hurt either.

It did happen from time to time that you’d come across information that would never come to any use. Just fun facts to share with someone, and Alhaitham would often fall victim to your ramblings (not that he minded, much less had any complaints about that). As always, you find yourself walking hand in hand with the scribe, your mouth having gone dry from how long you had passionately held a monologue with yourself of a new useless fact you had learnt. Thinking that Alhaitham couldn’t be bothered with trivial, impractical information and that his silence was a sign of that, you can’t help but let a thought slip past your lips.

“Are you even listening?” you had asked him with a whisper, your hand giving his a light squeeze as your footsteps had come to a stop, halting the man beside you and forcing him to face you. His light turquoise eyes scan over yours, softening before a faint smile traces his lips as he nods. “Of course I’m listening. Don't mind me if I just want to listen. It's where I find the most comfort."

Alhaitham’s unwavering focus is on you. It’s always on you.

Sitting across you at the small café Lyney can be seen fiddling with his tissue, his plate having long been empty with only crumbs left behind of the pastry that had formerly been there. Too distracted by the scenery around you, you fail to notice the magician's hands working away on a little surprise for you.

"Tada!" You hear his voice burst your little bubble, a curious hum erupting from you as you glance in Lyney's direction. A faltering swan is handed to you from him, looking soggy and sad due to the tissue's soft material and perhaps even because of the magician's untrained hands from lack of practice of origami. You don't miss the way your boyfriend smiles at you before staring intently at you, awaiting your approval of his creation.

You can't help the laugh that escapes you, due to the cute gesture of his, causing the poor man to deflate in embarrassment and shame, mistaking your laughter as being directed at him because of how just pathetic the swan looks like- The piece of paper faltering too in solidarity with its creator.

Quickly placing down the gift from Lyney, you wave your hands in the air defensively, quick to reassure him, "No, no! I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing over how cute you are being, Lyney! Thank you."

Your encouraging words is all that he needs to regain his confidence and smile right back at you with the same adoring gaze you always have saved for him.

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mrsparrasblog · 2 days

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You're losing me pt.2

pt. 1 pt.3

TW: mention of rape, unprotected sex, drinking, blood, violence, angst

The liquor on his tongue didn’t even burn anymore; too much was already in his system, trying to wash down the events of this day. You were the love of his life, the woman he wanted to marry, even though he didn’t know how it would be legal for you to marry all of them. And now, he lost you. The worst part? He can't even remember how it happened. He felt so disgusted in himself in so many ways—disgusted for breaking your heart. God, your look, how you tried to keep your tears in check, broke him. And then his whole body felt disgusted; it felt like a layer of dirt he couldn’t wash away. He scrubbed and scrubbed, but it didn’t go away; the shame still lingered. It felt like someone had taken something from him, but it was his own fault. He must have said yes and bought those drinks. It was his own fault, he told himself over and over again. Normally, he would talk about this kind of stuff with you; you always knew what to say. But you hated him.

"‚‘nother on’," he said to the barkeeper. This was probably his sixth. Johnny knew how he could handle alcohol; he was never that pissed before to not remember a thing. And there she was, the medic, sitting down next to him.

"Hey, Johnny," she smiled brightly, like she didn’t have any worry in her life.

"I ken a dinnae whit yesterday happened bit tis ne'er aff tae happen again."

"Come on, you enjoyed it yesterday."

"I dinnae remember yesterday."

"What a shame."

He stood up, throwing some pounds on the table, wanting to leave, but she stopped him. "Come on, Johnny. I'll help you forget, make you feel at peace again."

"No."

"Then please, let me invite you for a drink as an apology," she smiled sweetly, pushing the drink towards me. Wait, how had she a drink prepared if she sat only for a minute next to me?

"No."

"Please, a drink won't kill you."

"I said no."

"Just one sip, Johnny, and I'll make you feel good how she never could."

"How come ye're sae persistent fur me tae dram this drink?"

"You're silly, Johnny. I'm just being nice," she looked panicked - weird.

While many people thought of him as someone who is just a silly guy who isn’t able to think properly, you told him all over again that he was so smart, smarter than all of them, if someone would just give him the chance to show. And right now, his brain implanted a sick thought on him. "Dinnae tell me ye put something in mah drink."

Her eyes widened. "Of course not," she mumbled.

"Don't lie to me," his hand immediately went to her throat , choking the truth out of her.

"Knockout drugs," she whispered. She was fighting for air as I let her go; the men in the pub already stood up trying to save the poor woman from getting abused by a man.

"You raped me." His shock hit deep; he always thought something like that wouldn’t happen to him. He was strong and able to protect himself. He was the guy who killed people, the youngest man in the SAS, the guy who beat up an officer because he touched a civi. But now, he was the victim.

"Have fun proving it. No one will believe that a tiny girl like me raped the big bad soldier," she laughed, and screamed for help. "Help, this man doesn’t take no for an answer," He was kicked out of the pub; his face was bloody from all the beating.

All he wanted was to reach you, ask your advice, be in the comfort of your arms, telling him all over again how he is a good man, how he is worth everything and not a dirty soldier. But you didn’t pick up; he came to the realization quickly; that no one would believe him.

**Soap:** Please tell me we used a condom.

**Medic:** ;)

Fuck.

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4 am and you still couldn’t sleep; your head was full of thoughts. Why were you not good enough? Why did he do it? So, you made a thing your friends would kill you for. Calling John, you weren’t sure if he would pick up, but he did.

"What's wrong, love?" Source of habit, he thought.

"Why did you do this, John?" you sobbed.

"I didn't mean for it to happen; it was an accident."

"Then why didn't you say sorry?"

"Love."

"Don't fucking call me love. You cheated on me, and you didn't say sorry. You didn't run after me, you didn't apologize," your sobs broke his heart.

"I'm sorry; it was an accident."

"An accident is making a typo, not sticking your dick in a whore."

"I—"

"I hate you, John. I hate you so much," and you hung up. This wasn’t what you expected. Why doesn’t he feel guilty? Why are you not good enough? Why didn’t Simon say something? Why didn’t Kyle come here? Of course, you broke up, but why don’t they care?

If you only knew how Kyle was, blood-covered in the hospital, too many rookies in his way. How Simon was trying desperately to find Soap to see he didn't drink himself to death, and then he would come to you, he told him self all over again. And how the captain didn't leave his office, not even for food.

And how Soap went into John's office, trying to explain to him the truth, only to see a disarranged office, hands covered in blood after he tried to pick up the liquor he smashed at his wall. He never saw his captain so vulnerable, and if Soap didn’t know better, he would have sworn he saw tears.

"Captain, I—"

"You did already enough, MacTavish. Let me have at least one day to mourn over the loss of the love of my fucking life."

"Captain—"

"LEAVE," and he did, he crawled into his bed, knowing he lost everything in a day, the love of his life, his best friend Kyle, his captain, his pride, and safety, and not even Ghost was there.

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rosiethinksherthoughts · 3 days

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Faking it 〰️ PJS : Chapter 1

Your life is pretty good, but frankly, your job was unfulfilling. So you quit and now, you are searching through job search sites, sending your job application.

Just as you're about to move from your computer, you hear a "ping!". It's a response to your job application.

Dear Y/N,

I am writing to inform you that you have been offered a position at Hybe Entertainment. We are pleased to extend this offer to you and would like to invite you to meet us in person to discuss the details.

If you could kindly be at our headquarters by 11 a.m. tomorrow, it would be greatly appreciated. We look forward to meeting you and discussing the possibility of having you join our team.

Sincerely,

Jang Tae-sung

You never thought you would be accepted into Hybe Entertainment. You were searching for jobs, so you applied there in a whimsical state.

Is this a legitimate position? Or were you being scammed? This is weird but what if it is true? Then this would be one of the best things that could happen.

"Hi, so I'm here for a job-"

"Are you Y/N L/N"

So, this is not a prank?!

"Yes, yes I am" You show them your ID.

"Come in"

You enter and nervously look around. Okay, this is happening. You are led to a room.

"He is Tae-sung"

You look towards the man, he waves at you and you walk towards him. When you notice the man sitting beside him, you freeze.

Holy Shit!

Seated beside Tae-sung is Park Jongseong, a member of the talented boy group Enhypen, your ultimate group. You feel the world spinning around you.

His eyes are so pretty. You can't stop yourself from staring. But you had to. You sit across them.

"Y/N, right?" Tae-sung begins to speak.

"Yes"

"We are very impressed by your resume"

You smile

"You will technically work under Jay, so I will let him explain everything"

"You need to be my girlfriend, Y/N"

You stare at Jay, baffled.

Where did that come from?

You freeze.

Tae-sung jumps in.

"Not his real girlfriend! Here's the deal........he needs to date, it's a PR thing and dating may cause distraction."

He glances at Jay.

"So he needs a fake girlfriend and we noticed you have experience in acting. You've acted in theatre. We believe you will do well. Don't worry, you will be paid and this opportunity also might launch your career"

"Got it. When do I start?"

"From now", Jay says, softly smiling. You want to scream out of joy but contain it. You don't want them to think you're crazy.

This isn't going to be an easy job........

You spend the rest of the day thinking about your new job. Dating your favourite idol is crazy, even if it's fake and you've read enough fanfiction where fake relationships become real. So you begin browsing through more stories to get some tips to make Jay fall in love with you.

As you're about to get to the spicy part of this Jay fanfiction story, your phone starts to ring.

It's an unknown number but still you answer.

"Hey Y/N, it's me, Jay"

"Hi"

"Y/N, we umm...need to have a public appearance, a lunch date if you will. I will send you all the details."

You get ready, take time dolling yourself and reach your destination.

You and Jay walk into the restaurant, together. Heads turn as you two enter.

You flinch as his hand finds a way to your back.

" Oh, I'm sorry", he immediately retreats his hand.

"It's okay, you can keep your hand there."

Jay slowly places his hand on your back. His touch is as soft as a feather. Your cheeks are painted with a deep shade of pink.

Jay pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman.

"Thank you", you smile softly.

He returns the smile.

"Remember, we need to look like a couple. So you can drop all the formalities."

You both order food and talk about random stuff while maintaining the lovey-dovey look.

"I must say this Y/N, you're a natural actor", you smile. How will you say that you're not acting but you're actually in love with him since you first saw him on TV?

After finishing your lunch, you both walk outside. As soon as you both step outside, you're flooded with questions. You remember Jay's words, "Remember, we need to look like a couple."

You've spent your time simply over Enhypen, so you didn't have time for any romantic relationship. So, you have no idea what to do. You've always heard that when you get into a relationship, everything will happen naturally. But then again, it's not a real relationship. You just need to make it seem real. What do couples do?

They have a beautiful bond. They have fun, enjoy each other presence, and get intimate. They........kiss.

You look at Jay, he's looking ahead. His side profile is just...ethereal. His lips are soft and plump. Without thinking anything, you pull him in and plant a kiss on his mouth.

He seems surprised, stiff. But then relaxes a little, as soon as the cameras around us start flashing. His arms wrap around you and draw you into his chest.

Everything was blurry around you. You couldn't even imagine your idol noticing you and now you're kissing him. You remember attending Enhypen's fansign, one year ago. But Jay doesn't remember you. You don't blame him for that, he has met so many people Moreover you're not a very memorable person. You're not a second lead not even a supporting character. You're the character in a book, who's...just there. You snap back to reality.

No, no, no. Kissing him wasn't the best action, you didn't ask him. He's in a position where he can't even push you away. No, this is not acceptable. You took advantage of him. You need to stay in Your lane. You pull away.

You notice that his cheeks are pink.

Is he blushing?....No, that's hopeful thinking. He's probably embarrassed. Yeah, that's it.

#romance #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen x reader #jay smut #jongseong smut #jay x reader #rosie #park jongseong smut #faking it #enhypen fic

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 1 day

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Extremely self indulgent but, may I ask for something with Vox X a Reader who's having a really bad chronic pain day, to the point where they need Vox's help doing normally easy daily tasks that day, and Vox reassuring them that he loves them and they're not a burden to him?

Basically some feel better Vox hurt/comfort fluff for the soul lol Please and thanks! 🙏

Your wish is my command, anon 🧑‍🍳 I am so sorry if I got anything wrong this is my first time ever writing something like this, I hope it’s good

I wake up to the familiar ache coursing through my body, every joint screaming in protest as I attempt to move.

As the sun peeked through the curtains, I felt the familiar pang of dread wash over me. Today was one of those days – a day where my body seemed to conspire against me, engulfing me in a whirlwind of agony from the moment I opened my eyes.

I try to push through, summoning every ounce of willpower to get out of bed, but my body feels like it's made of lead. I glance at the clock, realizing I've barely slept again, the pain a cruel companion even in my dreams.

I tried to move, but every muscle screamed in protest. Even the simplest tasks felt like climbing a mountain. I reached for the painkillers on my bedside table, but my hand trembled, unable to grasp them.

"Vox," I called out weakly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Within moments, his concerned face appeared in the doorway. His eyes softened as they met mine, understanding the silent plea for help.

"What do you need, love?" he asked, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to articulate the overwhelming pain coursing through my body. "I... I can't do it today. I need your help."

Without a word, Vox crossed the room and knelt beside me, gently cradling my hand in his. His touch sent waves of comfort coursing through me, easing the sharp edges of the pain, if only for a moment.

Vox rummaged through my closet, trying to find something comfortable and easy to put on. I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling defeated by the simple act of getting dressed. Every movement sent jolts of agony coursing through my body, as if each limb was weighed down by invisible chains. I was frustrated, to say the least.

Vox knelt beside me, his warm hands enveloping mine, his touch grounding me in the present moment. "Let's take this one step at a time," he murmured softly, bringing my attention to the task at hand.

I nodded weakly, struggling to hold back tears of frustration. This was all so stupid. I hated it.

With infinite patience, Vox began the arduous task of helping me dress. Each movement was slow and deliberate, his touch feather-light as he eased clothing over my aching limbs. He didn't rush or grow impatient, instead offering words of encouragement with every tug and pull.

"You're doing great, love," he whispered, trying to calm me down. "I'm right here with you, every step of the way."

Despite the relentless ache tearing through my body, Vox’s words did help. It didn’t change the fact that my body felt like it was being torn to shreds with every move I made, but it was comforting. He was trying, and he was helping me, and that was good enough.

As the final piece of clothing slipped into place, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It was a small victory in the face of overwhelming pain, but with Vox by my side, it was a little more bearable.

Sitting at the kitchen table, the aroma of my favorite meal wafting through the air, I couldn't help but feel upset. Again. Everything was a reminder of how much pain I was in, I couldn’t help but feel small. The simple act of eating had become a Herculean task, my hands trembling as I struggled to lift the fork to my mouth.

Vox stood by the stove, a look of quiet determination on his face as he plated the meal with care. His eyes met mine, filled with understanding and unwavering support. "I made your favorite," he said gently.

As he approached the table with a steaming plate in hand, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude wash over me. Despite the overwhelming pain tearing through my body, Vox had gone out of his way to make this moment special.

With infinite patience, he settled into the seat beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm. "Let me help you," he said softly, reaching for the fork with steady hands.

As he guided the utensil to my mouth, I felt a mixture of frustration and gratitude swirling within me. How had something so simple become so daunting? It was stupid, really, having to be fed like a child. He wasn’t looking at me like one, though. He was still treating me like any other person. I supposed that was good enough.

With each bite, he offered words of encouragement, his voice a soothing melody in the chaos of my mind. "You're doing great, love," he whispered, noting my begrudging compliance.

As the meal drew to a close, I couldn’t help but give him a half hearted smile. I felt bitter, still. Upset my body had betrayed me like this. I had to deal with pain everyday, and it had the audacity to crank it up to ten? Ridiculous. As upset as I was with my body, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for Vox’s help. He was truly amazing, staying by my side with endless support and patience. I couldn’t help but feel bad that he had to put up with me.

The rest of the day passed similarly, until I was sitting, hardly keeping myself together. As tears welled up in my eyes and fell down my face, I couldn't hold back the overwhelming flood of emotions any longer. The frustration, the pain, the sheer exhaustion – it all bubbled to the surface, threatening to consume me whole.

Of course, Vox was there in an instant to help. His arms enveloped me in a warm embrace, his touch a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. "It's okay to let it out," he murmured softly, unsure of what to do, really. We’d done this a million times, but it didn’t make it any better.

As I poured out my heart, voicing the frustrations that had been weighing me down, Vox listened with unwavering patience and understanding. He didn't offer empty platitudes or try to fix what couldn't be fixed. Instead, he simply held me close. Oddly enough, it was more comforting than I’d have thought.

"You're so strong, darling," he said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm here for you, okay? Whatever you need, I’m here."

With Vox by my side, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Despite the relentless onslaught of pain and frustration, I knew that I was not alone. He had been there with me all day long, helping me through it all.

#I just realized there’s a severe lack of dialogue #sorry anon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #writing #vox x reader #x reader #vox hazbin hotel #vox fanfiction #vox hazbin #vox the tv demon #vox hazbin x reader

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crispywizardtale · 8 months

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#i mentioned it before didnt i? i love backhugs #this was their wedding and you cant tell me otherwise #they literally shared their vows and then sealed them off with a kiss #and it is a legitimate wedding because i was their witness #i am going to scream #has anyone else saw that little nose touch #please tell me im not the only one #i might go insane #this was such a perfect scene #i loved this so much #i dont know how to move on #perfection #perfect final episode and perfect ending #be mine superstar #ja phachara #jafirst #first chalongrat #be mine superstar the series

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 3 months

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Thirteen/Amy/Rory excerpt (spoiler free): aka how is this one of the most romantic things I have ever written?

It’s the first time the Doctor’s looked at any of Amy’s paintings with the eyes of this body, all of her memories intact, and she finds that they’re both of her, technically, but one is of this body and one is of the last.

Amy’s style on these ones is halfway between Impressionist and Realist, with brushstrokes capturing some fine details but clearly focusing more on the emotion of the piece than capturing every curve or flat plane of the face. Both bodies are captured in ¾ poses, half-profile, half-front-of-face, in expressive brushstrokes and vibrant colors.

Her last body is all sharp angles, from the cut of his bowtie beneath his chin to his longer chin to his prominent cheekbones to the sweep of his hair curving over one side of his face. He is wreathed in golden streetlight filtering through snow, the only spots of color on the painting the green of his eyes and the red of his bowtie, the color scheme and his warm smile recalling Christmas and happiness with one major exception- the ghosts in his green eyes, so painful they almost feel still alive.

Her current body, on the other hand, is painted in her usual clothes, all maroons and yellows and shades of blue, her hair a golden halo around her head, her silver earring chain glinting in the sunset behind her. It’s not a specific memory, but rather a conglomeration of emotions; Amy has transposed this body onto Women Wept, the leaves of the willow at sunset waving behind the Doctor's head, framing her with the oncoming spring, warmth against the cold- a recurring theme, apparently.

The Doctor is not truly one for vanity. Not when it comes to her face. She can become attached to bodies, to features, the longer she has them or the more they remind her of certain companions, and some bodies even wish for certain traits (ginger hair was certainly a weird sticking point among a few of them), but she’s never considered herself particularly handsome or attractive of the face in any particular body. That’s not to say that she’s ever considered herself ugly or un attractive, per se, just that she’s never always been rather neutral on her own beauty.

But the way that Amy paints her takes her breath away. Amy makes both bodies, both faces, look ethereal, beautiful, striking. She makes them look alive.

She makes them look loved.

The love in Amy’s brush strokes is as clear as Rory’s hands on the Doctor’s face and body whenever he’s taking care of the Doctor. They each have their ways of showing love, the Doctor knows, but both are rooted in faith. In kindness.

The Doctor tears her eyes away from the paintings to look up at Rory. It almost feels normal, Rory perched on his seat with his textbook as the Doctor's mind races. Usually it's on tinkering, but now, it's on these paintings. On the ghosts that Amy has conjured onto canvas.

There is a tension in the air, but not a negative one. The Doctor’s two hearts are beating quick in her chest, but not out of fear. Out of anticipation. Out of question. Before she gets to kiss Rory again, she knows she needs to broach the subject of apology. Of trust. Of what it felt like to have his lips against these lips, his body against this body’s, of the fact that when she looks at him she now has the same problem she has with Amy, where he has the prettiest face she knows and she wants to spend the rest of her lives kissing it.

But instead, what comes out of her mouth is, “So, these paintings.”

Rory looks up from his textbook. “The paintings,” he agrees, voice encouraging, almost as if he expects her to ask the question.

And the Doctor has never been one to hold back her curiosity, so she does. “In both of them-" She swallows, the words hesitating on her tongue, but then they slip out, unbidden, as her half-formed thoughts always do. "Amy makes me look beautiful.”

Rory's response is just as easy. “It's hard not to.”

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fruitysoupy · 9 months

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#vent #my brother really doesn't see me as a person does he #im allowed to be around as decoration for his personality #im allowed to be around if it serves him in some way #but I can't be a person I can't have opinions I can't have needs #I can't have problems im supposed to be his pillow to scream into and punch when he feels like it #I can't be unwell because I'm not a person #I'm a doll he can show around when he feels one way and toss against the wall when he feels another way #I think he actually hates me #he's so mean to me on a level that makes it hit much harder than other things #always assuming the worst about me #because im bad annoying a waste of space im loud and useless #unless I serve him #I listen to him vent I play therapist because I love him #I love my family and I want all of them to be okay and to be happy #and I've minimized myself to the point I don't know who I am anymore and neither do they #though im not so sure they even care #my mother is actively working on herself #she's in therapy #she's nicer to me now and a touch more considerate #and I appreciate it... but I'll never be able to forget what she and the others have done to me over the years #and it'll take much more than 8 weeks in a clinic to overwrite that survival strategy I developed as a child...#I feel like I'll never be whole again #like Ive lost myself forever...#my brother is ableist. he hates the neurodivergent which is mostly directed at my sister but also me unknowingly #he attacks me for my symptoms. judges me harshly and is just very mean in general #if I end up getting the autism diagnosis i am so scared of him finding out #it's strange because I love him he's my brother and we have fun but im also scared of him because I know what he's capable of and I know #what he's like when he's angry. I know how he used to laugh at me getting hurt as a child and how he would physically attack me for #expressing excitement around him. I repeat things I find funny or nice or just good in general like if someone says something funny I repeat

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loving-jack-kelly · 1 year

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i have 5 final projects due in the next two weeks and three of them are due on the same day lmao. lmao. lmao.

#writing out that it's only 5 does actually make it feel better lol it felt a lot worse when it was nebulous #ohhhh i have so many projects-no. you have 5. you can handle it.#of course. thesis which is the biggest and most important. is due first.#which is great on one hand bc it means I won't be stressed abt it when the three are due three days later #but uh. i haven't touched those three things. literally.#one of them i have half a paragraph and a half assed outline #the other two i Literally havent started. anyway #being a graduating senior is stressfull <3 I'm also applying to jobs. i auditioned for one acts which is so fun I love my one act I'm havin #having fun. but also it adds stress to my schedule bc I have rehearsals and tech and performances next week also. when four of my five #final projects are due #and then i graduate. and im in the real world. and nobody has responded to my job applications yet. screams.#anyway if u read this far i love you <3 peace and love on planet earth I'm truly doing fine and I will be better once I finish #the scene im in rn for my thesis #every other project is soooo easy it's almost silly it's just thesis making me feel like I'm dying when I let myself dwell #so dwell i shan't goodbye i am off to rehearsal and then I shall finish my thesis

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pcrtgasdace · 1 year

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#19 days spoilers #i am dead. look at them!!!! LOOK AT THEM #foaming at my mouth because we have been waiting years for them to come to this point 😭 actually crying screaming pulling my hair out rn #tianshan #THAT TENDERNESS #AND MO NOT BACKING AWAY!!! HE WANTS THIS JUST AS MUCH #how smug he tian was about mo's kiss and how he so so very carefully and tenderly touches his face 😭 testing the waters #watching mo and making sure this is okay for him too as not to overwhelm him 😭😭 the level of care and vulnerability shown here #not okay. absolutely not okay. actually trying to be very hard to react normal but i am SO HAPPY #and mo that cheeky shit actually reciprocates so boldy cause!!! YES HE WANTS THIS TOO NO DENIAL NO FEAR JUST LETTING GO #he tian is his safe place and vice versa 🥺 i feel like a grandmother watching them #after all this pain they finally got their happiness within each other #and he tian is so at peace and so SO CONTENT that look on his face and mo daring him to continue WOW OKAY WOW #still not over the tender face touching like ... breathtaking #love how mo still is his cheeky and rude self even in an intimate moment like this one. old xian has outdone themselves just shoot me #zira.txt #19 days #he tian #mo guan shan

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itspileofgoodthings · 2 years

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it’s been exactly one year of me making @thelonelybrilliance scream laugh

#My FAVORITE #not that I never made her laugh before but when we met in person it was just different #unlocked a part of me I didn’t know how to share #the thing about me and Emma is that I’ve known her for 7 years and we’ve been friends for 6 #But we were very restrained and almost formal for those first 5 years. and I never really talked about myself because what was there to say #and also I just loved listening to Emma’s stories and being one of her friends #but then we met and it was like all that restraint and formality (which I love) melted and we were best friends #who make each other scream laugh #and I LOVED our more formal days where we talked about serious things about once a week and just kept in touch and supported each other #through the various stages of our lives #but it was so deeply surprising and healing to me to suddenly realize that all the pieces were in place for me to just be really honest #and really vulnerable and really funny (turns out) all at once #anyway I mostly try to keep my thoughts on this in Emma’s inbox and dm’s bc that’s where they belong #and I know it’s kind of strange to be speaking on it publicly #for me and other people. But I wanted to reflect a little bit here #Because the New York trip was a year ago and I can’t talk about what it really meant to many people #anyway like I loved Emma so much before I met her and we had so many great and fun fandom conversations #but there absolutely was reserve and restraint and just this context. Until suddenly we didn’t need it anymore!#I am (it turns out) the most slow burn person of all time!

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el-im · 2 years

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I love consuming Quantum Leap only through your posts because it seems like an aesthetically pleasing romantic tragedy. You're the creative director of my mind's version of Quantum Leap now and no one else can compare, honestly v_v

ohh... in my mind's eye it totally is one. i take everything way too seriously and too personally and maybe i just have too much time on my hands but... oh, it really is just... wonderful. sam's forsaken by fate/god/time but his friends never leave him. they carry on hoping in the face of impossible odds. they give him all they can: their time, their devotion, their protection, even at the expense of their own safety. what i really love about ql is that sam beckett--with his memory wiped clean--is really a blank canvas. we know nothing about him beyond that he's selfless, and that he loves selflessly. but that's enough, because he's loved in return, by people who are alongside him undivided, and ceaselessly.

#i haven't really made up my mind abt how i want to respond to this because i have so many feelings they just well up and #all i end up being able to say is 'it's the strangest narrative about loneliness and isolation i've ever seen'#or talking on and on about how rich it is in selflessness and self sacrifice and love and love and love again over and over #but i am also aware of the fact that its. literally a sci fi show from the 90s starring scott stewart bakula that's dubbed 1/2 the time bc #neither he nor dean stockwell ever delivered a line as it was written once in their damn lives #but... the story behind it is just remarkable. it's really beyond words. which is fun for me because i'm continually trying to articulate #why i'm so compelled by it/the implications behind all the circumstances/arrangements/etc that they allude to in the show #asks #i feel like that 'its not that deep' meme with a parent holding their screaming child 2 (two) inches in the ocean #in which i am both the parent and the screaming child #also i cannot WAIT to be finished w this stupid fucking. thing. i am working on. if you think what you've seen so far is me being dramatic #abt QL then this is gonna knock ur socks off #it's the hardest i've ever worked on something not school related and it is so... so stupid. but. so am i <3 #anyway. i cannot thank you enough and cannot communicate how touched i was to read this #it is... one of the most remarkable compliments and i am holding your hand and very earnestly saying thank you for it #also? i love you. thank you.

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larrysballetslippers · 2 years

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Hello! Why do you fell like a fool? Did something happened?? Sending you lots of hugs!!!💞💞💞🌈 hope you are feeling better m

Hey hey! I'm alright, just hyped myself up thinking my crush likes me, but I'm such fool for thinking that haha. We're close but I don't think she sees me as anything but a friend. And how much it might hurt, I have to accept it and move on I guess. Thanks for the hugs, sorry I made you worry, I'll be fine.

Have a lovely night 💙🏳️‍🌈

#m 💞#asks #just adding something in the tags because I need to let it out #I went to a uni party bbq thing #and it was fun and she was super nice to me as usual #but one guy who we know is openly bi and we started talking to him #we talked about so much but also love and relationships and all the lot #well I just wanted to scream I'm bi I just wanted to declare I was into girls as well #but I got scared because I'm sooo close with my crush and maybe she won't want be that close anymore if she knew I'm bi #maybe wouldn't want to sit so close and touch so much and let me get drinks for her and all the cute stuff #maybe it will be over and then I realized she probably doesn't even like me #like we talked about love and what falling in love meant to us #and she talked about her needing time liking someone and then more time to fall in love #and I realized that I am just projecting our closeness on her #like I just think we're close what if she doesn't maybe I'm just as close to here as our other friends #maybe I'm just not that special to her #but I want to be special to her because she's special to me #and now I feel like a fool thinking I might kiss her today because we would be close and cuddling at a party #but yeah that's all if you read everything till now please don't worry I'll be fine

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jrueships · 2 years

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HERE lmao

WE DID IT BOYS (PENGUINS OF MADAGASCAR DICTIONARY DEFINITION TERM OF ENDEARMENT INTENTION)

WE W O N ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🤩

#I FELT IT!!! I FELT THE S H I FT #from the ONE (1) green outfit giving off barbecue dad vibes....... i could Feel it coming #they are now matching <3 at some point at some time... they are they were They Now #i love husbands !!!!#they are sitting under a big beach umbrella and giannis goes to raise it higher because he body TOO GOTDAMN BIG 4 THE UMBRELLA!!#and he spots a beach bug in the umbrella and screams and tosses it into the ocean #marcus tries swimming over to get it but he reaches the part of the water where his feet cant touch bottom anymore and he freaks out #and gives up #telling giannis a shark ate it 😔#i love miami games solely for the miami fits i am a MIAMI FIT ENJOYER FIRST basketball watcher SECOND ☝🏿‼️#look at them... lil green limabeans <3 #me when my propaganda and manifestations are Real and NOT complex coincidences from similar team color schemes #this is literally love winning live and we are watching it ALL unfold in REAL TIME !!!!#giannis and marcus compete to see who can outgrewn the other #marcus is clearly winning but thats ok because now giannis can pretend to munch on his hair when hes bored #he loooves his vegetables 😸!!!#THANK U FOR SHOWING ME THIS... MY SEARCH... COMPLETE #the world is saved and the dinosaurs Alive #cue the same 50 minute clip of chr*s pr*tt squat shifting over with his arm out to some dinosaur trailer #cue the classic theme song slowed with heavy piano for cool effect #we are. truth #we are. real.#marcus/giannis #cant believe i started it off as just some crack rarepair off personality and Now Look At Us #im so proud 🥰🥰#proud ted dad ALWAYS #ted asks

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beachdemonkira · 2 months

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uniformbravo · 9 months

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i love tsurune i love tsurune i love tsurune i love tsurune i

#i put off watching s2 for so long bc i was scared it wouldn't have the same magic s1 did #like they were gonna go all sports ball dong touch like they did w free #but no!!!!!!! its exactly the same but just MORE #they are all just dorky kids bonding thru kyuudou Like God Intended #minato is even FUCKING CUTER in this season he kills me in like every episode #he is so fucking kyuudou pilled he thinks about shooting more than kageyama & hinata abt volleyball combined #that one post abt middle school kageyama's head being filled with nothing but 1000 volleyballs bouncing to the rhythm of crazy in love #but its minato at the shooting range 10hr extended ver #the second he allowed himself to enjoy kyuudou again the floodgates SLAMMED open he's so in love with it it's RIDICULOUS #minato has the same exact feelings for kyuudou as a dog hearing the word 'walk'#i love him SO goddamn much #and that's just minato!!!! don't even get me STARTED on nanao & kaito PLSSSSSSSS #the backstory!!!!! their relationship!!!!!! the way they're ALWAYS looking out for each other SCREAMS #i am passing out & losing consiousness this season is giving EVERYTHING #retag later #ani blogging #the main reason i feared it was gonna turn into A Sports Anime was bc of those new chucklefucks from the other school #w the Very Weird out of place Anime ass hair as well as the super ominous teaser end to the comp movie #but as it turns out they are simply a bunch of Fuckin Weirdos for NO REASON and it's SO FUNNY #nikaido's fuckin circus troupe #they walk onto the range & clown music starts playing (diegetic)#but nobody knows where it's coming from & nobody can stop it. this is because they emit it like an aura #anyway they're so dumb and i love them #i'm only halfway through the season rn but goddddddd #i missed this show so much i missed these boys SO much i am so unbelievably happy to see them again being just as silly & lovable as ever #warms my heart!!!!! im so happy!!!!! aaaaaaaa!!!!!!#kyoani you son of a bitch you did it again

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chaosandmarigolds · 28 days

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN- sorry, what do you meeean Simon literally cannot utter the words I love you?

I mean, yeah he can. But it felt empty.

So he normally did it through actions, helping you carry things, morning coffee, buying a dvd version of that movie you liked to have backup ‘just in case’

He shows it through touches, kisses on the nape of the neck on sleepy mornings, trapping you like a oversized dog in your own bed (didn’t hear that from me)

“You’re late.”

“Im so sorry sir, my dog-“

“I thought you were allergic?”

He likes this. He thought it was right. He never thought that you needed to hear the words.

“Do you love me?”

Screaming silence all expect for the car radio that hummed through the air, your eyes glassy and mascara threatening to run.

“Simon, please-“

“I…give me a minute.”

He tried to pretend he didn’t hear you muffle back a cry- it was stupid, you had both gone to Kyle’s engagement party and the couple had been showering each other with compliments and ‘I love yous ‘ as if they weren’t the most sacred saying. It got to you.

“I…started using that scar ointment ya got me, to-to help ‘em fade, still stinks though. I, um, I wash my clothes with the lavender scent things you like because I like the way you smell- it-it makes me feel like I’m home- I…fuck- okay, I wake up a lil later when you’re over because you like cuddling and I would rather be with you than outside in the rain- I try to make sure your favorite creamer is always full in the fridge so ya don’t wanna leave me in the mornin to get coffee an there-there is no one I would rather be with and I’m sorry I can-Im sorry that im the way that I am and I’m sorry in not good enough-“

“Simon.” You cut him off, the red light he had stopped at green by now but it was so late in the night no one was there, tears streaked your face and his eyes were wide as a deers, “I love you too.”

(Anyway….thats all! <33)

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x reader #cod fluff #cod x you #coco's chaos <3 #xfem!reader #x female reader #fluff cod #cod imagine #ghost imagine #simon ghost fluff

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