#i swear to god i love bella with all’ my heart

[trashanstuff]

even smaller beebo and his cool mom

this is a little snippet from my childhood of me filling my pockets of blueberries to my moms displeasure

#i swear to god i love bella with all’ my heart #shes just such a cool character #i want a spin off just of her adventures #bilbo baggins #belladonna took #the hobbit #the hobbit fanart #beebo with a tail #tolkien #tolkien fanart

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

#bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #aspiring writer #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuunai #fanfic #dazai x reader #dazaibsd #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai osamu #bsd fluff #fluff #bsd tag #bsd

[cheriiyaya]

THINKING ABOUT...kissing him <3

FT: D.OSAMU + FEM!READER

a/n: i hate this sm ahewiskhdkjw

Dazai swears that every time you kiss him, he's never tasted anything sweeter.

He pressed himself against you, fingers sliding under your shirt-his shirt, that you were wearing- and tracing the soft skin underneath as he kissed you hungrily, desperately. He drank you in like a parched traveler at an oasis, drunk off the sighs and whines that left your lips every time his slotted against yours. Dazai's grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, letting out a desperate noise as he gently tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth. heart pounding in his chest.

He wants you, needs you. you were the only thing that tethered him to this life, and he didn't want to let the vessel of his heart go.

All of that ceased when you pulled away, pretty eyes wide and heat radiating off your cheeks as you stared up at dazai, lips plumped and swollen as you panted for breaths of air. dazai thinks you mumbled his name, but he wasn't paying attention to that very well.

God, you looked beautiful to him- all this for him of all people. His grip on you tightened a thought rang through his head; that he was ruining you, defiling an angel that he had no right to lay eyes on.

But those thoughts were consumed by the maddening need for you- the need of your lips on his, your skin against his, and the selfish desire to continue feeling the things that you make him feel.

"Why'd you pull away?" He whispered softly, fluttering thick, dark lashes at you, a pout adorning his lips. He leaning in to kiss you again, whining when you pulled away with a smile curled at your lips.

you opened your mouth to say something but dazai didn't need to hear you, he knew what you'd say would be a teasing challenge to earn back your touch.

He touched his lips to the fluttering pulse on your neck, trailing upwards with every kiss punctuated with a silent "I love you" and fire left behind in it's wake.

"osamu..." you sighed, tilting your head back as he gently sucked at your skin, and dazai loved the way he could make you fall apart.

dazai dragged lithe fingers over your skin, grasping at the buttons on your shirt to reveal more skin for him to attend to. he smiled against your skin as he felt the way your body trembled underneath his, the way your breath shook as he raised himself up and slotted his lips to yours. He parted your lips with his own, dragging his tongue across your teeth and pressing down on your hip as you trembled.

"You're gorgeous, bella', so perfect..." he groaned as he pulled away, chest heaving while he ran his knuckles over the contours of your face. "Don't deserve you, I swear..." that made you frown, which he quickly remedied with a short kiss, pulling away after and resting his forehead against yours.

"'samu..don't say stuff like that." you sighed, tugging him back to your mouth. his lips quirked up, whispering when you let his go.

"why not? no mortal soul deserves to bask in your ethereal glow, my darling." He giggled, cupping your face and pressing his lips to every part of it.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, lips tugging up. "yeah...just stop talking and kiss me, 'kay?" you giggled, sitting up on your elbows.

dazai simply raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes that you knew all too well. He pushed you back down with a thud, looming over you with a grin that made your heart tumble over itself.

"Hm? you want me to kiss you? how 'bout we...do a little more, yeah?"

#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝕽𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾ #A kiss for love―୨୧⋆ ˚ #dazai bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #osamu dazai x y/n #osamu dazai bsd #osamu dazai x you #bsd #bsd imagines #dazai imagines #dazai fluff #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x fem reader #dazai osamu x you #dazai osamu x y/n

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Co-Stars pt.8

Callum Turner X Actress! Reader

Summary: A bad joke is made about Y/n and Callum won't stand for it.

Warning: Joe Koy/ Swearing/ use of Y/n/ mention of being naked

Word count: 1.1k

Yn's outfit:

Award season was going well, she won an Emmy and now she was nominated for a Golden Globes for Best Performance by a Female Action in a Drama series. Unlike the Emmy’s, she was now nominated as if she was a main character, and it was amazing. The cast walked on the red carpet, again, getting yelled at by photographers. ‘’Good luck tonight, Y/n, I hope you win!’’ one yelled. It made the woman smile. ‘’Boys how does it feel to work with this amazing woman’’ without saying a word, they all start to kneel, to pay their respect to her. ‘’Oh my god’’ Y/n laughs. She takes a pose for the photographers and the boys get up. ‘’I love you guys’’ she says to her co-stars.

They didn’t know who the presenter was, so Y/n had to google him, but at the same time, Florence Pugh came to the table and asked for a photo with her. Her phone was towards the camera, her google research was exposed. But the ceremony started, Y/n was nervous, she was against really good actress, like Emma Stone and Bella Ramsey. ‘’Now Master of the Air was amazing! But I didn’t get why each time we saw Y/n on screen, we saw her naked, I mean, was the only purpose of her character, being naked? You’re playing in a series about WW2, not Sex Education’’ that was supposed to be a joke, but no one laughed. Y/n was looking at the presenter with a death stare before taking a sip of his drink. Joe nervously laughed. ‘’Sorry about that’’ he continued his speech but when he ‘apologized’ the camera went on Y/n and Callum. ‘’You better be sorry, asshole’’ Callum mumbled. He hid his mouth when he insulted him, but he didn’t understand why he thought making this joke was supposed to be fun. ‘’He clearly didn’t watch the hole show’’ Austin said to Y/n, which made her smile.

‘’And the winner is…’’ her heart was going to burst out of her chest. ‘’Y/n Y/l/n for her role in Master of the Air’’ She got up her chair, kissed Callum, hugged Austin and Antony, took off her shoes and made her way to the stage. She hugged Meryl Streep, she was presenting the award, when Y/n got to Joe, she didn’t hug him. She took the statue and came closer to the mic. ‘’Oh my god, wow, thank you so much. That’s amazing!’’ her voice cracked from the emotions. The crowd cheered for her. ‘’This series means so much to me, my wonderful co-stars, I love you so much. I don’t want to say the same thing as my other speech, because I did more than being naked in every scene, so I won awards, and people actually know who I am.’’ The crowd laughed at the comeback for the woman. Joe faked laugh and looked at the ground. ‘’To all the people out there, that are scared to pursue their dreams, don’t give up. You can do it, dreams come true! I got men kneeling for me, I won awards, and I got made fun of on national television! Thank you and good night!’’ she said, making the crowd laugh again. Callum was so proud of his girl; she stood up for herself and she did it the funniest way possible.

‘’The Golden Globe for the best drama Television Series goes to…’’ Drew Barrymore opened the envelope, the cast all held hands, silently praying. ‘’Master of the Air!’’ she exclaimed, stomping around in excitement. The cast got up, followed by Tom Hanks, Steven Spielberg and Gary Goetzman. When they all got on stage, the trophy was handed to Gary. Callum and Y/n held hands; it was special to be on stage together. ‘’Wow! Thank you so much, this is amazing! This T.V show is, I think, really important to understand history and its darker parts. I’m going to stop talking or I’ll take all the time’’ Gary laughed. The mic was given to Tom Hanks. ‘’Like Gary said, this series is the third, we did Band of Brothers and The Pacific, but Master of the Air is the last and to see it getting so much recognition fills my heart with joy’’ he said, tears in his eyes. Steven stepped forward to talk. ‘’Thank you to everyone that made this project happen, to our beautiful cast, thank you for accepting to follow our crazy idea, love you all’’ he blew kiss to us. Austin stepped forward. ‘’Thank you so much. This type of series, uh, I think, needs to be done so the next generation can understand what really went down. Thank you so much!’’ Y/n smiled; Callum stepped forward. ‘’And finally, thank you to everyone that really watched the show and saw that Y/n wasn’t always naked!’’ that made the cast laugh. A Y/n face palmed, but she was happy to see that the joke wasn’t forgotten and that the guys didn’t like it. ‘’Yeah! Y/n is amazing!’’ Barry quickly said. The woman laughed as they all left stage. Backstage, they all hugged, even the directors joined in. ‘’I’m so proud of all of you.’’ Tom Hanks said.

‘’So, Y/n, a picture came out, can you explain what you were googling’’ the journalist asked, making the woman laugh. ‘’Uh, I didn’t know who Joe Koy was, so I looked him up’’ she simply said. ‘’About the joke he made, your co-stars became protective, what does it mean for you?’’ she was tired of this question, each interview station, they asked that question. ‘’Personally, I thought it was low, I mean, it wasn’t the fact that she was naked that made her win an Emmy and a Golden Globe, so yeah. But I think he learned his lesson’’ Callum answered. Y/n smiled and leaned her head against him. ‘’Thank you, good night’’ the journalist said. They could finally leave this place. Y/n has her statue in her hand, it was really beautiful. ‘’It’s going to fit perfectly beside my Emmy award’’ she said in the limousine. Making her co-star giggle. ‘’Like we told you before, we got your back, we weren’t going to let him disrespect you like that’’ Anthony said. Y/n thanked him as they made their way to the after party.

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #master of the air #golden globes

[galaxysgal]

hi! i'd like to ask prompt 🍽  ─  prepare the christmas dinner together  with single dad!carmy x younger reader (maybe in her mid 20s idk)

thank you <33 i love your writing

michellin star on the tree || carmen berzatto

pairing: single dad carmy x younger reader

warnings: literally none. not even a swear.

a/n: this is so so cute and i love carmy sm oh my god. implying that the reader is in grad school so like early/mid twenties.

heavy snowfall and harsh winds have shrouded the city of chicago in a gentle silence. you collect the extra plates that had been for sydney, natalie, richie and the rest and with one strong arm around bella, you lift the plates back into their place in the china cabinet.

the smells from the kitchen are delightful. ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes with gravy, all of it is so enticing. carmen's been in the kitchen all afternoon, cooking up a storm while you and bella had played in the snow until it got too thick and too cold for you both.

now you're safe and sound inside. after you'd changed bella into dry clothes and while you showered, the snow had continued to fall harder and harder. by the time you were done, skin dewy and hair pleated into neat braids, there was a severe weather advisory in place. just like that, your turn to host christmas dinner was effectively canceled.

bella had cried at first, of course, because what's christmas to a four-year-old without family and gifts? but you'd managed to calm her down with a cup of warm cocoa and a call to sydney, who promised to come by and play as soon as the weather allowed her.

bella says your name softly, tugging at your sleeve as you search the kitchen for flashlights and batteries. "whats up kiddo?" you ask.

"'m hungry," she whines, and you chuckle in response.

you're about to tell her the food's almost done, until carmy's taking his daughter right from your arms. "you're always hungry," he says, sitting her on the counter and tickling her tummy.

"daddy!" bella shreiks, kicking her little feet in self defense. "that tickles!"

"gotta tickle all the hungry outta ya, kid," carmy tells her.

you stand there looking on at the two of them. carmen, and his little angel. he's such a good dad to bella. it warms your heart to see him like this, all giggly and warm, loving in the most pure sense of the word.

when the giggles have subsided and bella's wiggled off the counter, carmy pulls you to his side. you rest your head against his, leaning on him and looking over the assortment of food he's prepared.

"i'm sorry you did all this for nothing," you tell him.

and of course he just shakes his head, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. "not f'nothing, baby, for you. you work so hard at school, thought the least i could do for my little phd candidate was cook this big ol' christmas dinner."

"for me?" you ask softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

"all f'you, sweetheart. you an' bella, my girls." he hugs you tighter, pulling you so that your chest is against his own. "you're so good to us both. this is my way of sayin' thank you."

end.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fluff #mags writes #mags' winter sleepover #mags' winter sleepover: fics #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear #fx the bear

[stcrgazings]

like a tattoo ➳ (c.l)

part two is up and you can read it here

note: sooooo I literally wrote this out of nowhere, but i like how it turned out, it’s nothing like the song really buttt it has some of its lyrics so it only seemed fitting to name it that. thx to my girly @hey-kae who was my beta reader, and convinced me to post this, love ya. happy reading and don’t be a ghost reader!

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader

summary: in which you’re having a very hard time trying not to think about your ex-boyfriend charles, and with his dnf in the first race of the season, everything seems to remind you of him.

warnings: use of alcohol, lots of swearing (mostly fuck), a very heartbroken reader, mentions of a dick-ish charles, smoking ¿?? kinda

word count: 1,5K (it’s a shortie but I promise is soooo good)

“and it’s a Ferrari slowing down guys, and it looks like it’s Leclerc” the commentator in the tv says and your heart immediately drops.

Yes, you hate him, and don’t even wanna look at his face ever again but your heart still aches for him and the way his team is failing him yet again in what is barely the first race of the season.

Your model friend turns to look at you as the stylist sips you up over the black tube dress and fixes your hair in the tight ponytail that adorned you head.

“That’s karma” says the girl besides you, as you inevitably roll your eyes.

“That’s one way to call it” you say and everyone in the room that was starting at you bursts out in laughter.

You wanted to hate him, you really did, but you couldn’t help but wanting to text him after that awful race for him.

But fuck him, right?

He had a championship to win, at least that what he said when he broke up with you cold blooded, so yeah, fuck him and his stupid unreliable little red car.

you look at yourself in the mirror and smile at the reflection, you’re pretty, the most wanted model of every single luxury brand, and you eventually will get over him.

So you say your goodbyes as you exit the Prada building after signing yet another contract to add to your portfolio, your girl best friend hooked in your arm as you both giggled softly about where you both will be partying that nigth.

“But in Monaco right?” She asks as you both enter the limousine waiting for you at the front.

“Yeah I guess” is all you answer as you manager turns to look at you both.

Your hand lingers through your phone and eventually Charles contact, you wanted to text him, but at the end you decide against it, but something in the back of your mind tells you to unblock him and so you do.

Maybe some vodka will give you the courage to text him, or at least to hook up with someone else to forget about those haunting green eyes.

“We’re going to a club” you answer, finally lifting your eyes from the device your managers face quickly going pale.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” He asks serious, you roll your eyes.

“Why?” You play dumb as your friend besides you giggles.

“Bella don’t support her!” He complains.

“I’m actually curious why not?” The model asks again, also playing dumb, the man in front of you squeezing his fists as the both of you gang up on him.

“You going out partying and getting hammered when your ex just got his ass kicked at the race, how do you think the media would react to that?”

you meant this with absolutely every bone of your tiny body, when you say this;

“Do you really think I care what the media thinks? Fuck them for all I care” You spit and Bella besides you claps and cheers and picks a fight with your manager who is clearly unhappy with your plans of the night, he lists all of the cons and the reasons you should stay at home tonight.

“It’s a Sunday y/n, for gods sake!” He says but you didn’t listen and truly did not care a bit.

This is what you’ve been doing for the pasts weeks to try and cope with what he had done to you, and you hated yourself for not just getting over him.

Because it’s not like he was boyfriend of the year when you two were together, in the last months of your relationship he barely even acknowledge you, and he had dump you over call after what it was the biggest fight of your relationship.

Because you had exploded out frustration from his constant indifference, and dick ass attitude, and then ditched the apartment you both shared together.

So naturally when when he called you hours later you thought it was maybe to fix the things between the both of you.

But boy were you wrong.

Somewhere along the lines of “you’re just a model you don’t understand anyway” and “text me when you come get your things” the person you had love the most for the longest time broke your heart and didn’t looked back.

And so you went into self defense and destructive mode and if he didn’t looked back neither did you, blocking him in every social media known to men.

And like that you were strangers with who one was your favorite person in the entire earth.

And so if you wanted to go and get completely hammered after he lost a stupid race you would.

(…)

The Weeknd was playing as you downed another shot with people surrounding you as they cheered you on.

you were pretty wasted, but you still couldn’t get the Ferrari driver out of your mind.

All that you could think about was him, how much you missed him, and how much you wanted him right now.

As you danced with strangers hand all over your body you couldn’t help but remember his.

You remembered his hands, the way you would squirm under his touch, how he would show you how the stars looked like with just his fingers, the way his hands fit practically like they were meant to be holding yours, how good it feel when they were wrap around your neck, and how he would woke you up with them as he tickle you in to his arms, the way he held you at night as you both talk about your days and how much you missed each other.

Suddenly it all feels like too much, you pushed the stranger away from you, his grab in you becoming overwhelming and you need air, a single tear running trough your cheek and you can’t breath and it’s so unfair.

It’s unfair because you’ve had the worse months of your life and he had just moved on, with who used to be one of your best friends.

(Or at least that’s what every single media outlet said)

And you probably shouldn’t believe it but you still remembered the bile coming up your throat as you stared at the pictures of them at the Paris Fashion Week.

So you sit with your head thrown back in on of the sofas of the private booths at the club, and as the air conditioner hit your face, you remembered his hands and the way the mountains looked when you took that trip to the French Alps last Christmas, and you wanted to sob because of how awful it all felt and how much your body ache for him, you close your eyes and take some deep breath, and you can almost feel his lips against yours, you can almost see the life shooting diamonds from his eyes, his beautiful eyes.

The ones that would haunt you at night when you couldn’t sleep because all you did was think of him, how he was doing, if he missed you as much as you did him.

“You want a cig? Looks like you need it” a stranger asks in front of you, you mumble a no as you can, being so lost in your own head.

For the longest time Charles was by far, in your books at least the best person in the world, always so happy and perky, his smile lighting up your days, and nights, always so hungry for life, wanting for you to know the world the same way he did, always so passionate about the things he loved, always so passionate and loving of you.

You can’t help but wonder when it all went wrong, maybe somewhere between France and Abu Dhabi, the last being the last time you remembered being genuinely happy beside Charles, because yes he had come second in the championship but you remembered the way he held you up and kissed you in the hotel room and for a moment you thought you both will be fine.

But when you reach the top, it comes the fall.

And it was all fighting and misunderstandings and misery because you just wanted to be with him but he just wouldn’t let you.

Now you were there, still falling, wanting to forget about those times when you were happy with him.

He moved on, why couldn’t you?

Sitting there you beg for the universe to help you, to give you a sign, anything really, that eventually things would change, that you would stop feeling this way, that the hole inside your chest would disappear and finally the air would feel the way it’s supposed to and breathing and waking up in the morning wouldn’t be as hard as it had been lately and happiness would return your way and things would get better.

Obviously the least that you expect is your phone screen lighting up.

Especially with the name of the one that hadn’t been able to leave your mind in the entire night.

Suddenly and “I miss you” text from Charles hits you out of nowhere like a brick in the face.

Maybe you’ll take that cigarette now.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #f1 oneshot #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc one shot #f1 fic #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc drabble #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x female character #f1 x reader #f1 angst #ferrarri #charles leclerc angst #bahrain gp 2023 #f1 one shot #f1 x oc #charles leclerc x reader

[greasyghosts]

❝ When they come home late and injured ❞

Featuring: Dazai, Kunikida, and Atsushi

C/w: wounds, gashes, ect. Alcohol, slight angst in dazais, stab mentions, swearing, use of bella/belladonna in dazais part. Blood mentions. (Let me know if I missed anything!) Not entirely proof read

A/n: This was written at 3am, so I apologize if it's horrid lol (I typically hate using y/n, but.. I couldn't figure anything else to use for some characters. If you have any suggestions, please leave them in the comments!)

!please don't repost, plagiarize, or copy my work ♡

Dazai:

He gotten injured SO many times so you're probably used to it, nevertheless still massively scared about him

You expect him to come late, but tonight he came back EXTREMELY late, probably into the next day.. I'm talking 3-4am

it's probably because afterward he had a drink at Lupin and probably fell asleep there, lol

Sometimes you slip his mind cause he's just used to coming home injured and alone

But when he finally comes home, the alcohol has worn off on him, and he realizes, "Oh.. shit"

He feels bad, but he may try to make light of it.

When you turn the light on him and he sees your swollen eyes, your red nose, and patches of pink on your cheeks.. God does he feel horrible now.

He enters your shared apartment, sighing as he removes his bloodied coat.

"Belllaaaa" he called, not even expecting you to be awake

But to his surprise you come running to the door

"Osamu-!" You say as you immediately wrap him in a hug, in which he hisses in pain

You move back, finally realizing the wound on his waist

You sigh as you practically force him into the bathroom

"Belladonna.. I can take care of then myself" he tries to take the first aid kit before you do but you beat him to it, turning your face to look at him

And then he notices...

God does it hurt his heart

"Then you should've taken care of them before you had gotten home practically drunk. Yeah, Dazai, I can smell the beer on you." You practically snapped

All he could do was stare at you sympathetically, he knew you were right to be upset.

So he just sits on the closed toilet and lifts his shirt, letting you do the work

"Im.. sorry, love." You look up at him

"What happened..?" You tried to lighten the mood

He'd chuckle in recollection

"I got stabbed" he'd say through a cocky smile

Your face completely read 'what the actual Ffff-...."

He seemed to wear it like a medal

"You saw it coming though.. I know you can predict these things" your voice showed no signs of venom, just exhaustion

"Why do you keep letting yourself get hurt, Dazai?"

When you look up at him, his brows are furrowed, and his head is resting on his hand.

"I truly didn't see it coming, bella. I'm sorry I made you wait so long, and that I got you worried. " his voice was sincere, so you sighed and got up.

"Cmon Osamu.. I'm tired. " You'd pull on his arm, which in return you got a chuckle and a hug from him

"I love you, bella" he cooed. But as he was sort of suffocating you in his chest, the best you could say was a muffled "I love you too, NOW LET ME BREATHE"

Kunikida:

Let's be fr, this man would not let himself be late. Even if he's injured.

But let's just say there was an extremely rare instance where he was (max would probably be 30 minutes ☠️)

He'd come home, calling your name. He probably texted you beforehand

His arm tied up in a random piece of cloth to hold pressure on his wound

He'd see all the lights were on and you cooking something

God, this man is in love with you. When he sees your face, he immediately smiles

Of course, he'd decline when you offer to properly dress his wound, but you'd manage to take care of it anyway

When you heard his keys click against the door as he unlocked the door to your home, you ran up to meet him.

"Kuni!" You jumped into his arms

His lips immediately curl into a smile

"Hello, Y/N, I hope you got my text?" He asked

You'd nod, that being the reason you even started making a meal for him

As he filled you in on what happened at the ADA your eyes drift to his left arm and see the bloody cloth surrounding a wound

"Ughh, Kunikida you should let me dress that for you.." You started unbuttoning his top so that you could reach the area

Shaking his head a bit before he spoke

"No, dear you've already done so much, I'm perfectly capable of doing it"

Then you just sigh as you drag him into the bathroom to take care of it for him, afterwards enjoying a comfy meal together.

Atsushi:

He's literally wanted by so many people it's hard to think he won't get injured

And if he does, the only time he wouldn't call to say if he was coming home was if his phone was either down or broken and he had no change for a payphone

When he'd come home, he'd probably be too tired to say something and would let his head fall on your shoulders as you tended to it

If you give him a few kisses while you're at it, you'll have this tiger melt in your hands like putty

You had left the door unlocked for him, you knew he had a difficult mission today so you didn't mind waiting, you just hoped he was okay. And even if he wasn't, you had the first aid kit next you and ready.

Atsushi walked through the door, groggy and slow, but still smiling at your face.

You greeted him warmly before he sat down in front of you, face buried into the crook of your neck

Of course you expected him to be injured, luckily it was something that could easily be taken care of.

Atsushi would grip your arm in pain when you'd put the disinfectant agent on the gash on his forearm.

So, to relax him, you'd place a few kisses on his face. To which he'd wrap his arms around your waist

"Atsushi I can't get to your wound!" But he'd just mumble something incoherent and you'd stay they're for a lil while..

A/n: sorry if this was super bad lol, but please leave recommendations and requests!

#writers on tumblr #reqs open #writing #writing prompt #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x reader #dazaibsd #im desperate #injured #bungou stray dogs kunikida #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #kunikida fluff #kunikida x reader #kunikida x you #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #atsushi x y/n #atsushi x you #atsushi x reader #angst and fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #greasyghosts

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Do you have any headcanons about the birth? Is it angst ridden? Is it light hearted and fluffy? Who’s there? I have the cutest image in my head about Angel being afraid to look at them, all his insecurities in his mind (that all sound like Valentino), roaring super loud. But then Husker dumps one of the babies on his chest and all the doubts go out the window 🥺🥺 <3 (even when he’s like ew gross more body fluids but you’re PERFECT) (I love the Huskerdusk family if you couldn’t tell) <3

Oh my god absolute DREAM ASK sorry it took so long, I wanted to do it justice :')

Putting the rest under a cut for anyone who doesn’t want to read trans male pregnancy stuff!

As Angel Dust gets to the end of his pregnancy, he's very very done with it all, he's serving these wriggly brats an eviction notice. When walking up and down the hotel stairs doesn't work, he goes to the pregnancy books Charlie had swiped from the human realm for him. A few pages later, he's slamming his hand on the bar and saying to Husk 'you need to fuck me. a lot. now.' Husk just blinks like '.......yes ma'am.' And he does, Angel is a little awkward at first, unsure if Husk will find him attractive like this. But when he admits this to his husband, Husk is so gentle about it and promises that he'll show him exactly how gorgeous he thinks he is. And he makes good on his promise, Angel actually enjoys those last couple of days. Of course when it actually starts he's like 'what the fuck have I done'

The angst comes from the fact that all the abuse he's suffered has trained Angel to hide when he feels pain, to never admit that it's bothering him, like he has to do at the studio. So even as his labour drags on and on and gets worse, he's still insisting he's fine and staying completely silent and insisting he doesn't need anything. Of course Husk immediately calls bullshit and when they're alone, he strokes his hair and promises that he doesn't need to be silent to be brave, he's brave anyway. And he doesn't need to hide when it hurts or refuse to ask for help, that's his whole job? He's here for Angel no matter what. And thats when Angel breaks and admits how scared he is and how he doesn't think he can do this. Husk promises him he can, he wouldn't lie to his Angel about that. He promises he won't leave his side for a second and they'll do it together. Angel feels a lot better after that and Husk manages to get him into bed so things can get serious

As for whose there, Vaggie clears the rest of the Hotel family out but as Charlie's leaving, Angel catches her hand like look obviously he doesn't care one way or another, don't be weird about this, don't cry but...you can stay. if you want. because he doesn't care, obviously... Of course Charlie can't help tearing up a little and squeezes his hand, of course she'll stay. So it's her and Husk supporting Angel.

Husk is so calm throughout it all, he's the perfect support, even when Angel is swearing up a storm at him in Italian with every contraction. Charlie asks what he's saying and Husk hums mildly like you don't want to know, princess and keeps rubbing Angel's back. Of course when the twins arrive and Angel is cleaned up and having a well earned rest, Husk goes and screams into a pillow to get all the pent up stress out. But in the moment he's calm, just being a rock for Angel to cling to, singing to him when he asks for a distraction, ignoring the mushy looks from Charlie

But it is Bad for a long long time until Angel feels that first warm weight on his chest and realises oh fuck, he actually did it, there's a baby in his arms, his own baby. Bella comes first so he comes back to himself and sees his little daughter squeaking and snuffling and she's just the most perfect thing he's ever seen. He just laughs in disbelief and strokes her damp fur and tells her she felt a hell of a lot bigger ten seconds ago. Husk's just silently crying, grinning so wide and kissing Angel's head over and over telling him he's fucking amazing. And of course he gets to hold Bella for the first time while Angel delivers Howie and he just can't believe that a loser like him made something so perfect. Two perfect something's in fact, when their son is born too.

I think things go a little wrong when Howie is born, just for a while. He's turned the wrong way and there's a very scary moment where he isn't breathing but Charlie intervenes, a little bit of her sorcery and his eyes are opening and he's squeaking and snuffling. Angel is shaking and clinging to him in relief, croaking at Charlie that not even a minute old and she's already saving their lives? Charlie just nods and needs to lie face down on the floor for a while. But first she gets to go down and announce the good news to the rest of the hotel family who are just delight

After the twins are sleeping soundly, Husk helps Angel shower and there's just a moment where he has to hold him because fuck he loves him more than anything thats ever existed right now and he's so proud of him. And Angel is just glowing, yeah he's kind of amazing huh?

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #huskerdust baby au #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk

[moonydustx]

can you do an imagine where reader and pedro bring there newborn to the last of us set to meet everyone

Hey! First of all, from the bottom of my heart, I apologize for the delay. Life has been tough, but I'm getting back to writing now. I hope you like it and if you have more requests, I'll do my best to answer them. I adapted the idea a little, hope you don't mind.

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Fears and Monsters

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader

Warnings: You are the parents of a baby, mentions of the clickers, no spoilers for the series.

With a visit to The Last of Us set, you find out a little more about your daughter's fears.

Translations: Amor - Love / Princesa - Princess

No beta and english is not my native language, so please be nice!

Aurora's little legs were bouncing restlessly as soon as you got her out of the safety seat, if she could talk she would surely be thanking the heavens, a short four hour drive seemed like an eternity for a five month old baby.

The weekend was too boring, Pedro had spliced ​​some footage, which made him not see you for a little more than a week. You had talked to Neil, asking for a little time to visit the set and as he already knew who would be your companion, he accepted immediately.

"No way!" Bella's voice, still dressed as Ellie, echoed before you could actually see they. "I can't believe you two came."

"Just a quick visit, we couldn't stay home any longer." you replied, already handing little Aurora into Bella's arms, who seemed to be more anxious than the baby.

"And you... You've grown!" your daughter's laugh when she was squeezed by Bella made you laugh together, your presence already attracted some looks. "Are we going to find your old man?"

"Please." you asked, following the path. "How has the reshoots been?"

"Very calm. Well, they are simpler scenes, in Jackson, there is very little left to finish."

"This is great, I heard you saw a giraffe these days."

"My God! You should have seen it, she was so beautiful and calm, I swore their necks weren't even that huge."

"Pedro was also impressed, I needed to hear about it for a few days." even though Bella held Aurora tight, you kept a close eye. "I confess that maybe I got a little jealous."

A few meters walked and you were already entering Jackson's set. Most of the things there were practical effects, the little wooden houses, the horses in the stable. A handsome man in a shabby plaid flannel with disheveled hair. You could swear that the environment became even brighter when you saw him smile in your direction.

"My girls!" he came towards you, giving you a hug that took your feet off the ground. You could feel him bury his face in your neck and smell your perfume. "I missed you, amor."

"We miss you too." you replied as soon as he released you. It only took seconds for him to take Aurora from Bella's arms and shower her with kisses, barely pausing to breathe. Aurora was in that adorable phase where every gesture was a reason to laugh.

"You look so beautiful, my sweetheart." Pedro had entered a universe of his own, lost in love with his own daughter. "What do you think about taking a walk with Dad?"

"And then he says he's not a silly daddy." Bella commented to you, who immediately agreed, but it didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I'm not. She's just too cute." you could have sworn Pedro would melt right there when he saw the little girl put her little hands under his cheeks. "See? She agrees with me."

"This time we let it go." you replied, still with a silly smile watching the two. "So, shall we go for a walk?"

"Sure. Let's go see Jack!" Pedro reached out one of his hands, taking yours and giving it a quick kiss.

You and Bella followed him, laughing at all his excitement. Jack, whoever he was, seemed miles away, as Pedro made a point of stopping and saying hello with Aurora to everyone along the way.

When you get close to one of the stables in the scenario, you finally understand that it was Jack. A completely brown and beautiful horse that was there. Bella went ahead and called him, Jack with meek steps placed himself at the edge of the fence.

"Look princesa, a horse. Just like in that book daddy showed you." Pedro approached and you can see Aurora's face close. Foreseeing what would happen, you moved even closer to the horse. "Don't be afraid, my love, it's just a pet."

"Look at Mommy." you got her attention by petting Jack. He promptly licked your face, making you laugh. "See? Want to try?"

Pedro barely took her little hand and it was enough for Aurora to show the power of her lungs. The cry echoed throughout the set, making Pedro immediately move to the opposite side of the horse.

You even thought about going to him and trying to help calm her down, but you were no match for Pedro, who managed to calm her down just by talking to her. Since the little girl was born, he had taken that role for himself.

"Okay, someone really doesn't like horses." Bella spoke, petting Jack. "Maybe she likes Olivier."

"Who is Olivier?" you walked towards Pedro and Aurora's cry was no longer heard.

"10 bucks she won't cry with Olivier." Bella arrived announcing, attracting Pedro's worried look.

"20 bucks for you not to make that up." he replied, with the little girl lying on his shoulder.

"30 bucks to see him from afar."

"What do you think amor?" Pedro turned to you, who shrugged.

"I have no idea who it is."

"You promised that when she came we would show her." Bella interrupted, thrilled to see Pedro relent.

You made your way back to the inner area of ​​the set and it didn't take long for you to understand what it was all about.

"You are not going to show my daughter a zombie." you made a move to pick her up, but the little one remained firm in her father's arms.

"Only from afar." Pedro warned, turning his daughter to face Olivier. "I promise if I see her threaten to cry, we're out of here."

"Aurora, look over there." Bella tried to get her attention, she seemed to understand exactly what they were saying.

Aurora glanced in Olivier's direction and then at her own father, babbling something. The little eyes, still red from crying, no longer had any tears. Again she turned to the man who was made up and pointed her little hand, trying to reach.

"I think... Hold on a second." Pedro took a few more steps towards Olivier.

At that point, everyone around was already paying attention to the girl's reaction, who still looked curious. A few more steps and you were around Olivier, who, despite his hideous make-up, was looking curiously at the girl.

"She's definitely not afraid of him." Neil, who accompanied the recording, said in surprise.

Aurora cooed excitedly and stretched out both small hands towards the man who was dressed as a clicker. He lowered himself to her height and she started to play with him, trapping her little hands on the ends of the makeup she had made.

"No way!" Bella mumbled as disbelieved as the two of you.

"She hates horses…" you started, still baffled by her toothless smile.

"And she loves Olivier" Pedro's voice was as surprised as yours.

"Unbelievable!" Neil placed himself between the two, asking permission to take Aurora in his arms, which, as he was even closer to Olivier, he accepted immediately. "Hi Miss Pascal. Do you want to play with the clicker? Oh dear, Uncle Neil will get you a job next season."

"Unbelievable." Pedro muttered, still disbelieved. "Did you see? My little girl isn't afraid of zombies."

"That she certainly didn't get from me." You watched Neil distract Aurora with the rest of the staff dressed up as infected.

"My fearsome." Pedro caressed your chin, stealing a quick peck from your lips. "You made my day, coming here, bringing our girl."

"Too bad we're already going home." You said, just to tease him, but you saw his smile disappear immediately. "By home, I mean room 42 of a certain hotel near here."

It took a few seconds for him to understand, which drew a sincere laugh from you.

"Are you staying all week?"

"Yes, my love, we couldn't take the longing anymore." he didn't hesitate to hold you in a hug, distributing several kisses, just like he did when he saw Aurora.

"Well, then I guess Aurora would love to meet all the other Olivier's in the series."

#pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal #fiction #the last of us #reader insert

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.5

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan

Warnings: none really

Words: 2446

Summary: Edward breaks the news to Bella about you imprinting on him. Alice comforts you.

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After examining (y/n), Carlisle left her in his study to take a nap and rest. Poor thing looked so weary that he didn’t have the heart to let her return to La Push in that state.

He softly closed the door and immediately was confronted by a concerned Edward. “Well? How is she? Will she be okay?” Brows knitted tightly as he tried to look past his adoptive father.

“Calm down Edward. She will be fine. The drug is already passing through her. There’s nothing more we can do but let her rest.” Footsteps coming up the stairs has both of the vampires turning.

Sam Uely stopped at the top, having overheard Carlisle’s diagnosis. Relief showed on his face. He too was clearly exhausted from the whole event. Being much larger than his packmate, the drug had passed through Sam much faster. The witch who had poisoned them had made both of the dosages with Sam’s size in mind.

Reading his mind, Edward faces him. “Let her rest here for the night. It would be better for her.”

“I don’t mean to offend you after all you have done for us, but I think it would be best for (y/n) to return with me. We can better watch over her there in case anything happens. She needs to be with her pack.”

“She needs rest.” Edward persisted. “You’ll wake her up if you move her. Let her sleep and she can return to La Push when she wakes up. Alice bought enough supplies for her so that she may be comfortable.”

Sam squared up in front of Edward, nearly towering over the vampire. Dark eyes narrow at him. “You do know why she went to that god forsaken place to begin with, right? I hardly think being around you will be good for her.”

A wave of calm swept over there, even making Sam stagger at the sudden sensation. Agitated that someone was controlling how he felt, Sam snaps his head at Jasper who was following him up the stairs. The blonde’s face was smooth with no hint of emotion behind it as he regarded the alpha.

“We only have (y/n)’s best interests at heart.” Jasper replied.

Sam growled out “Don’t do that. Don’t use your vampire power on me.”

He lowers his honey eyes. “I’m sorry but I know what happens when your kind can’t control their emotions.”

Offended, Sam could only grit his teeth as his anger was being dulled. “I know how to control my emotions.”

“Please, just let her rest. I swear to you that no harm will come to her.” Edward pleads with him.

Simply shaking his head, Sam glares at Edward with all the hate in the world. “Harm will always come to her if it involves you.” With that he shoulders his way past Jasper and walks out the front door.

“Boy, he sure does know how to show gratitude.” Emmett mumbles from the base of the stairs, looking at the open front door where Sam had just stormed out of. Beside him stood his mate Rosalie, her shoulders folded in front of her chest.

“Good riddance to him.” She glowers. “Now, what’s this about a wolf staying here?”

“Ah c’mon Rose.” Her brawny mate tries to pull her into a hug, but she is quick to step away from him.

Edward splays his hands on the hand rail as he sets his foot on the first step. “It’s only for a little bit until (y/n) wakes up.”

She shoots a frown up at Edward. “You’re kidding, right? She’ll stink up the whole place.”

Rolling his eyes, he walks down the stairs until he’s positioned right next to Jasper. “She doesn’t smell that bad. Not like the others.”

That makes Jasper arch an eyebrow. “She’s a nice girl and all, but a wolf’s a wolf. She smells just like any of them.”

“I have to agree dude.” Emmett smiles up. “She smells like a little dirty puppy.”

“Can you guys be a little more quieter? It’s rude to talk about our guest like that when she’s a few feet away.” Carlisle reprimands his “children”. “I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate hearing people talk about how she smells.”

Outside the house could be heard the engine of Bella’s old truck as she pulled into the driveway. Edward tensed at the knowledge that his girlfriend was there unexpectedly.

He still hadn’t told her about (y/n) having imprinted on him. Everyone looked at Edward, knowing all of this full well.

“You have to tell her, Edward.” The eldest Cullen reminded him. “She needs to know.”

“Does she though? The mutt just has a little crush on him.” Rosalie said, watching Bella as she opened her truck door and got out.

Edward shakes his head. “It’s more than that, Rose. Imprinting. . . is so much more.” Dreading the conversation that was about to be had, he makes his way down the stairs; passing his siblings as they all gave him sympathetic looks.

His human girl hops up the steps, turning her dark brown eyes up at him. There was worry shining in them after the way he up and left her. Worry and questions that she was determined to get answers to. That was one thing about Bella that Edward didn’t necessarily care for, she was incredibly stubborn to figure things out.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Edward meets her at the threshold. She seemed hesitant to be the first to speak, but she took a small inhale and began. “Is (y/n) okay?”

Edward nods and moves out of her way. “Come inside. We need to talk.”

That phrase was a universal one that entailed something was not right. Even Bella knew this as she looked at him for a few seconds before tilting her face downward and walking past him. The others had already vacated their positions near the stairs but Edward could see Emmett peeking from behind the living room’s french doors. He retreated back once he had been discovered.

Up the stairs, Edward found it hard not to glance at the door to Carlisle’s study where (y/n) slept soundly. Inside of his room, Edward closed the door but it might as well have been a futile effort. Everyone else in the house had supernatural hearing and would be able to easily hear him talk to Bella.

“What’s wrong?” She immediately asked, watching nervously as Edward paced the length of his room. Bella had never seen him so restless before.

“A lot is wrong, Bella.” How would he start? Should he just flat out tell her? That seemed the easiest route to take. “Bells. . . (y/n) has imprinted on me.”

It didn’t make him feel any better saying it out loud. In fact it felt like his throat swelled up.

Bella stumbled over words that were trying to come out. Bewildered and conflicted, all she could do was stare at him. “Wha. . .” She sits down on the edge of the bed Edward never used. What would a bedroom be without a bed though? Her head was spinning as Edward’s had when he first found out. “But that means. . .”

“I know. . .”

She glances over at him. “You’re her soulmate. . .?”

Her voice was so full of pain that he right away regretted telling her. But Carlisle was right. It needed to be done so that the both of them could work it out. Edward still loved Bella so much. Now. . . after the way (y/n) had tearfully confessed to him how much she didn’t want to love him. . .

That poor girl’s confession resonated deeply with Edward. He couldn’t deny that he didn’t feel anything for (y/n). He wouldn’t lie to Bella like that.

“She went to a witch to try and stop it. . . (y/n) got hurt in the process as well as Sam Uely. I had to go save her. She only went because of me. Because. . . Because she doesn’t want me to be her soulmate.”

“Jacob’s told me about imprinting, Edward. This is serious.” Bella’s voice quivered as she put her hands onto opposite elbows, holding herself. “You’re HER soulmate. There’s no escaping that. So. . . where does that put me. . . ?”

“I don’t know. . .”

**

You didn’t know how long you had been sleeping, but to be honest it was the best sleep you had had in quite a while. When you awoke you felt utterly refreshed as you stretched your limbs.

Then it hit you.

The vampire stench.

That sickening sweet scent that was almost too much for you. Their scent was worse than that of the witch’s home.

Sitting up, you cover your nose and examine your surroundings until your gaze fell upon a large painting behind Carlisle’s desk. You stand up and venture over to it. Four beautiful men were immortalized in the painting, one you knew to be Carlisle himself. The other three had red eyes: vampires. The painting looked centuries old by the way the brush strokes were laid out.

Footsteps approaching the study door made you twitch and turn around.

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” Came a sweet, chirping voice.

“Um. . . yes?”

The door slowly opened to reveal a petite girl with brown hair in the style of a pixie cut. Her face was round, simply adorable as she smiles your way. “How are you feeling (y/n)?” In her hands is a tray filled with food and a glass of orange juice.

“Good I guess.” You can’t help but sniff at the food, stomach growling as the smell of the food overpowered that of the vampires.

She happily sets it down on the desk. “Eat up. You must be hungry after all you went through.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Not too long. Probably around three hours. Give or take.” She notices your hesitation despite the fact that you were hungry. The last time you had accepted food or drink from a stranger you ended up paralyzed. With an understanding smile, she backs away a few inches. “Don’t worry. I didn’t do anything to it. By the way, my name’s Alice. Edward’s sister. Well. . . adoptive sister I guess.”

“Nice to meet you. . .”

Alice sits down on the loveseat that you had been previously occupying while you guzzled down the orange juice. “It’s nice to finally meet you too. The vision I had about you worried me. It didn’t seem like you guys would get out alive.”

You frown, fork in hand. “Vision?”

She winks at you and tells you “I can see into the future. You know, kind of like how Edward can read minds. Some vampires have special abilities. Normally I can’t see the future if it involves your kind though. You were a special case I guess.”

“Guess I should really be thanking you then. If you hadn’t seen our future, Sam and I would probably be dead by now.” That fact scared you and you absentmindedly touch the wound on your cheek. It was covered with a soft gauze.

Alice’s smile fell a bit. “Jasper told me. . . whatever attacked you guys wasn’t a human or even a vampire. He said it looked like a woman but at the same time kind of like a bird too. . .”

You shiver remembering Xiomara’s face and her glassy, black, eyes. That had been the most terrifying thing you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Sorry. . . It’s probably something you don’t want to think about quite yet.” She murmurs and clams up.

You shake your head. “No, it’s okay. It was terrifying, but I’m still alive. Thanks to you.”

At that she smiles. Alice’s sweet gold eyes dim a little as they slowly glance back at the door. “Edward’s really trying to fix things. He knows that this isn’t easy for you.”

“I know. He’s a good guy. I feel bad for complicating his life.”

She rolls her eyes. “His life was already complicated with Bella. I don’t want to speak out of place, but maybe you’re just what he needs. . . Him and Bella have been through so much because she’s human. I know that eventually she does want Edward to turn her, but he’s incredibly hesitant to do so. Being a vampire isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. We live for centuries as we watch helplessly those that we used to love die in a blink of an eye. It’s a tough adjustment too. As a newborn it’s so hard to get back into a world that is suddenly so foreign to us. We no longer belong in that world.” Her voice is far off, even solemn as if she’s remembering her life as a human. It’s then you realize how sad being an immortal vampire truly is. Many didn’t ask for that life

Hopeful eyes turn up. “As much as I like Bella, in all honesty I believe Edward is better off with you. At least you have some understanding what it’s like to not be completely human.”

“I. . .” You were at a loss for words looking at a vulnerable Alice who had just shared a piece of herself. Yes, you were still at least somewhat human. Shapeshifters did age different than humans though. Your life would be longer than your human friends, if not by 20 years. You would age slower than the rest 0f them and be subject to watch them die.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know I sprung this up on you so suddenly. Just. . . Don’t give up. I may not easily be able to see your future, but in the end I know you’ll be good for Edward. Love isn’t always easy, (y/n).” Alice sighs and gets up. “Maybe I’ve spoken out of place. . . But Edward’s my brother and I want him to be happy. With everything that’s going on with Victoria and the Volturi. . .” Instead of finishing that thought she shakes her head. “Anyway, Carlisle says you can return home whenever you want.” It was hard to swallow down the food in your mouth after what Alice had said. You had come to terms with Edward never reciprocating your feelings. Now. . .

You wanted to tell Alice that she was wrong. That there was no way in hell that Edward would choose you over Bella. The expression of pure hopefulness had you biting your tongue though. She left without another word, leaving you to ponder over your meal.

#reader insert #fanfiction #fanfic #edward cullen x y/n #edward cullen x you #edward cullen fanfic #edward cullen x reader #edward cullen fanfiction #twilight fanfic #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #twilight

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Cupid's Arrows

Love Triangle

A/N: Fem! Reader/Yuu

"I can't believe I finished all my otome games and animes!" Cupid whines, turning over on his pink cloud. "Maybe something interesting is happening in one of the mortal worlds."  

He looks down and finds the world of Twisted Wonderland. He looks around and sees the Arcane School of Night Raven College.

"Ok, maybe a gay harem? I can make this work-wait! Who's that?! Gaia, zoom in on the girl with the black floating cat!" Cupid exclaims, getting excited. "Oh my god, she's beautifully average and surrounded by nothing but boys, princes, and future wizards! Bless the gods! I've found the next Bella Swan!"

Cupid picks up his best arrows and swoops into the world of Twisted Wonderland. He flies around campus, finding Yuu walking to school with Ace and Deuce. 

"I swear, I owe you for helping me with the alchemy project. You're my best friend!" Yuu says, hugging Ace and smiling.

"No problem, Yuu! Anytime!" Ace laughs, giving Yuu a slight punch on the arm.

Cupid's face fills with excitement, wonder, and imagination.

"Best friend! Friends to Lovers!" Cupid squeals, preparing to shoot an arrow. "But wait, does he even like her like that?!"

"Ha! Friends, right? Didn't you try convincing Yuu to let yourself be in the same bed as her?" Grim taunts, making Ace get caught off guard.

"That was only two times, and those were cold nights! I didn't want to be cold! You know Ramshackle has one blanket, and Yuu uses that one!" Ace retorts, his face turning red.

"Trying to get into his friend's bed and sleep with her? I need no more evidence!" Cupid declares, taking out one of his arrows. 

"Oh, Ace, I wouldn't have minded if we shared a bed. I know you wouldn't try anything," Yuu replies, smiling and nudging Ace.

Cupid shoots the arrow, and it goes straight through Ace's heart. A burst of passion and emotion rushes through his veins, and his heart beats wildly. 

"AAAHHHH~" Ace loudly moans, making the crowd of students around him stop moving and look at him in silence. 

They look at Ace, Ace looks at Yuu, Deuce looks at him, they look at Yuu, and everyone looks at each other. Yuu awkwardly turns away from Ace and looks at Deuce as Ace is bending over.

"Would you-uh-look at the pretty birds? Aren't they cute?" Yuu says, looking at the fake decorative birds some club made. 

"....Ace, this has gotta be one of your most embarrassing moments," Deuce comments, sighing and looking away from Ace. "Ma-maybe we should get going?"

"I-I don't know what happened. I just felt this burst-" Ace stammers, standing up.

"So, you randomly came in your pants? Is that what you're telling us?" Deuce questions, disgusted, as he moves Yuu next to him.

"No! No! That's not it at all! Wait, come back!" Ace pleads as Yuu, Deuce, and other people move away from him and into the main building.

"Maybe I was right when I said not to let you in bed with Yuu," Grim says, glaring at Ace.

Riddle passes by and disapprovingly shakes his head with Cater and Trey. 

"Good job, Cupid!" Cupid self-congratulates, turning into a pink dove. "Now to see my hard work pay off!" 

Ace walks into the cafeteria, making the whole room silent with a few snickers from peers. He huffs and sits next to Yuu as she gives him a pancake.

"So, how was clean up?" Deuce snickers, trying not to break out into laughter. 

Ace's fist balls up and reaches over the table, grabbing Deuce by the collar.

"I didn't do that shit!" Ace yells, about to punch Deuce.

"Ok, dude...I was joking..." Deuce says, trying to diffuse the situation. 

"Ace put Deuce down," Riddle commands, his magipen out. 

Yuu signals for Riddle to stop, but he doesn't listen.

"Stay out of this Ramshackle prefect. It doesn't concern you," Riddle says, not backing down from Ace.

"What did you say?" Ace asks, his face turning into one of scary anger.

"Ace, it really isn't a big deal. Riddle wasn't trying to be mean or any-" Yuu stammers, feeling nervous from the tension in the room.

"No, it is a big deal! You have a name, and he needs to use it! We all know he wouldn't like to be called the Heartslabyul prefect who overblotted because he wouldn't get an apology!" Ace responds, making the cafeteria burst into oohs and curses. 

"You know what, everyone needs to settle down. Riddle, apologize to Yuu. Ace, put Deuce down," Trey says, trying to stop a fight from breaking out. 

"Fine, I'm sorry I didn't use your name, Yuu," Riddle says, shaking with fury. 

Ace drops Deuce, and his head hits the marble floor. Yuu flinches, and Ace storms off, giving everyone the finger.

"Grim, can you stay here with Deuce? I'm going after Ace," Yuu says, chasing after her friend.

"Ace! Ace, wait up!" Yuu calls as Ace speeds up. "Ace, wait!"

"UGH! CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?! I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOU TO FOLLOW ME LIKE YOU'RE MY FUCKING DOG!" Ace lashes out, making Yuu stop in her tracks. 

"Wow, you are so mean..." Yuu sniffles, eyes turning watery. 

"Wait, I didn't mean to-" Ace says, turning around to face Yuu.

"Yeah, sure you didn't. I'm just a dog who follows you around, right?" Yuu whimpers, stepping back before running away from Ace. 

"...FUCK!" Ace yells, frustrated. 

Yuu runs out of the cafeteria, making everyone wonder what happened. She sits outside near the forest trails and finds a pink dove looking at her. 

"What a beautiful bird you are," Yuu sniffles, holding her hand for the bird to eat strawberry seeds. "These are the only seeds I have. Hopefully, you like them."

"Hopefully, things smooth out," Cupid thinks, eating strawberry seeds. 

"I get that Deuce and Ace have fights sometimes, but this is extreme," Yuu weeps, wiping her eyes.

"Maybe Deuce needs a little push," Cupid thinks, his mind getting ideas again. "A love triangle between friends! Will it unite them, or will it tear them apart!"

#twst grim #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #ace trappola x reader #twst cupid #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #little fact: the part about ace trying to sleep in the same bed as Yuu is canon #I'll link the post if anyone asks #Cupid's Arrows Au #trey clover

[rainymoodlet]

🌸 TAG YOU’RE IT! Name your Top 5 OTP created by your fellow simmers. Spread the love and happy simming! 🌸

oh my god oh my lord oh my good jesus you asked the WRONG PERSON LET'S GO

ahem hem hem hem hemm hemhem

these are not in numerical order i lose my mind abt these ships on the daily

mr. and mrs. drake from @cinamun's amazing "things fall apart" series (we remember the "/indya" tag days ok!!) the love i have for miss indya williams will never die and i swear i feel like i know her like she's a real person at this point, but i have never been more spellbound by a character's growth and development than the kind of writing i see in darren drake okay. these two have been through it, have talked and not talked, have loved and fought, and have gone through hell to be together. never have i wanted two lil pixel people to be happy more than i want them to have a good life with their babies. if that's not love, i don't know what is. (plus the way they abuse that wickedwhims i mean cmon)

jet lem-43 and kana lothario from @gothoffspring's lem-43 legacy! their courtship was so Soft, it literally makes my teeth rot and my heart ache. every touch is so gentle and full of love, they make poses seem as though they were made for these two. i am absolutely gnawing at the walls to see their babies because i know those lil bundles of pixel chub will be precious

@hauntedtrait's mortimer and bella goth are genuinely some of my favorite iterations of my favorite couple, and not just because fangs is my soulmate ok. they're able to add a prose and a warmth to the love between these two that maintains their sensuality while really building a believable foundation of the two's bond, and i'm a big sucker for a devoted morty and a beautiful and kind and mysterious bella ;u;

okay we all know that i'm livin' it up with my husband randy in his motel, and we are of course the top couple here-- pff, if you didn't think i wouldn't be in here losing my mind over the future mr and mrs. finch from @rebouks's incredible epic "somnium", then you don't know me. after my life experiences, i love to see a couple stay strong through hardship: to see them fight and struggle to communicate, and to see them overcome the things that challenge them to come together stronger and with more understanding of one another. courtney is one of the best female characters i have read on simblr in a long time, and it's only fitting that she's earned the love, trust, and protection of one of my favorite good boys <3

and you know, it's a shame i didn't know about them before recently, but @citylighten's sal and eve have a dialogue between them that is honestly so refreshing and so real that i find myself wanting to fcking hang out with them irl. seeing the ways they've grown together, seeing the ways that eve has brought out the softer side of sal and the ways in which sal has boosted eve's confidence in herself, outside of his love for her, for her sake... i just, how could you not love a couple that is so fundamentally invested in their relationship like i am just. besotted.

and personally, the sexual energy between leah morfang and viktor in @aniraklova's amazing universes transcends their outfits and all aesthetics. i just love seein' them together, i really do.

this isn't even all of them i mean good lord. @goodnightlittlewing's henry and bonnie were so adorable that i wanted to travel all over the sim world with them, and @elmleif's cillian and saoirse make me smile every time i see them. hell, i'm almost angry i can't think of all the couples i absolutely adore i'm gonna edit this so much dkfhsdk

oh my god. the ogs. the originals. you know my top otp of ALL TIME.

gael mcmahon and ME his baby assy @buglaur the true otp

#;ask #thank you so much for asking honey omg ;o; #i saw your cheeky lil mention of julien btw heheheheeee ;)

[yellowkitkieran]

What the Heart Wants (Part 7)

Read part 6 here

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Kieran is your best friend’s older brother. Your best friend’s fit older brother that you definitely haven’t had a crush on for years. Not at all. And he certainly doesn’t like you back, that would be absurd...

A/N: This is the final part. Thank you for the love on this series! I’ll be moving on to my Martin series, To Have and To Heal.

Did you get on your plane okay?

Yeah, thanks for checking in. I'll message you when I land okay? 

Sounds good, have a safe flight xx

Kieran waits another half hour for a reply, but he waits in vain. Your response doesn't come and he won't let himself read into it too much; you'd responded to his first message and that's more than he's gotten in what feels like years.

He misses you already. After insisting on covering the cost of a last minute ticket home (you missed your flight because of him after all), his apartment feels empty without you in it. Despite only occupying the space for a few hours, Kieran grew used to your presence rather quickly. 

All because of a kiss. Kieran closes his eyes, fingers flexing as he recalls how your body felt under his touch. He swears he can feel your weight on his thighs, feel the ghost of your fingers in his hair. And god, your sweetness still sits on his tongue. That one small taste was all it took to have him hooked. He wants- no, he needs more, or he might combust. 

What he needs now is a distraction, which is provided by his growling stomach. Ignoring the pain in his knee, Kieran hobbles over to the fridge to grab a container of some sort of pasta dish you whipped up for him. You're an amazing cook, often using whatever ingredients you could find in a sparse kitchen to create a dish so mouthwatering that everyone begs for seconds. This is no different; though it's nothing more than a homemade red sauce and some spiral pasta, it's one of the best meals Kieran has eaten all month. And that's including the chef-catered meals they serve at training, too. 

Kieran eats in silence aside from the rerun playing on the television. He's not sure what it is, some decade old American show that he struggles to relate to. At least it takes the edge off of his loneliness. 

The noodles in his mouth suddenly turn to ash. Is he really sitting here feeling sorry for himself? He should be training, or at least in physical therapy so his muscles don't bind up. It's too late in the day now; by the time he gets in everyone will have left. Besides, the effort required to get up, shower, get dressed and drag himself to the training grounds is a monumental mountain he isn't sure he has the energy for. 

Kieran sighs, tipping his head back. Why can't he just push through? Why does he feel so weighed down, like his soul has become a bunch of rocks in his shoes?

He has something- someone- to fight for now. And you know what? He refuses to fuck it up again. He wants to prove that he's serious about this. He isn't about to let you slip through his fingers a second time; he's determined to do this the right way. 

Tomorrow he'll go in, first thing. Bright and early, seven am. He'll do the therapy and create a recovery plan to follow. Whatever it takes to get himself back on the pitch so he can hear you cheer for him. Because you'll be at his return match. He will buy you a ticket right behind the bench, so he can hear you screaming for him to move his arse. 

For tonight, Kieran decides to focus on you. You said he had to earn your forgiveness, so that's exactly what he plans on doing. He grabs his phone, searching for a way to apologize that he knows will catch your attention.

**********

Bella is waiting on the balcony of your shared flat when you arrive home. You sigh, spotting her from the backseat of your uber as you pull up. "This should be fun," you mumble, catching the driver's eye in the rear view as she parks. 

"Good luck," she chirps, picking up on the fact that your friend is obviously pissed about something. 

"Thanks, I'll need it apparently." Luck won't help you if Bella is in a mood. You absently wonder who's upset her now, and how much work you'll need to do to calm her down. Hopefully this time she doesn't try and convince you to help her egg the offending boy's car or something equally foolish. 

You take your sweet, sweet time retrieving your things from the boot. You sigh when you pop it closed, holding your free hand up to your eyes to ward off the harsh sunlight as you try to determine what's got Bella's panties in a twist. "What is it now Bella?"

"Get up here. NOW!" 

You shake your head, mumbling to yourself. "Jesus, I've become her boyfriend haven't I? I'm walking into a firefight. Right well, goodbye cruel world, it was nice knowing you." If nothing else, you finally got to kiss Kieran. You catch yourself smiling as you head for the door. You fight to keep your happiness from being too obvious, not wanting to tip Bella off when she already looks set to punch someone. You'd rather it not be you she sets her sights on.

Climbing the steps to your second floor flat seems far more strenuous than normal. Probably because you know what's waiting for you at the top. After fumbling with your keys for a few seconds, you push the door open, letting it swing wide as you haul your things in. "Alright then, what did I do now? Did I accidentally steal your shirt?"

Bella is every inch a cross mum, her arms folded over her chest, foot tapping the hardwood. If you didn't know any better you would think she took lessons from Mrs. Tierney; they've got the same scolding facial expression apparently. 

Bella points to a bouquet of red roses arranged in a crystal vase in the center of the dining table. You tip your head, dropping your bags in the open doorway. 

"Uhh, someone sent you flowers? Why is that suddenly a bad thing?" You carefully brush your fingers over the petals, admiring the perfect blooms. These aren't drugstore roses; they're the expensive, 'I've fucked up and I'm begging you to forgive me' sort that men usually get from an upscale florist when they've done something unthinkable. 

"They aren't for me, they're for you." Bella shakes her head, sighing through her nose. "They're from Kieran."

You freeze, nose inches from the bouquet. A sharp inhale brings with it a lungful of sweet scented air. "They're from- who? Me? Why?"

"You tell me! Why is my brother sending you flowers?" Bella grabs your shoulders, forcing you upright so you're face to face. "Is that really why you went to London? What happened to Aaron? What's going on?"

It's not panic painted on her features but rather confusion, and maybe a touch of betrayal. For as long as you've been friends, you've obeyed the unspoken rule that her older brother is strictly off limits. You grew up knowing Kieran is untouchable, which never mattered because you had always been positive he would never look twice at you. 

Despite the mess of tangled wires in your head, a grin splits your cheeks. "Kieran… sent me flowers? He actually listened. Was there a note?" 

Bella nods. "But first tell me about Aaron. I thought you loved the lad?"

"Erm, I guess not?" You shift on your feet, unable to stop your cheeks from burning. You feel like you're at a confessional. "Right so- I was at the match right, and everything was going well. Then Kieran went down and- and I don't know? Something in me snapped. My chest hurt and all I could think about was how alone he'd be with this horrible injury. I guess I didn't want him to be alone? And… My old crush resurfaced."

"What do you-"

"I've had a crush on your brother since we were teenagers, Bel. Why do you think I barely dated? Didn't you notice I had a type, and that type was Kieran? I broke up with Aaron that night because I couldn't string him along, not when all I could think about was Kieran."

Bella shakes her head. "Right well… okay then. Clearly Kieran feels the same, because obviously you told him how you feel before you left."

You nod, smiling to yourself as you properly sniff the roses. "I told him he needed to earn my forgiveness for how he's been acting."

"At least he's on the right track. Oh- right, here's that note." Bella pulls a business card sized slip of cardstock from her pocket and hands it to you. She shakes her head with a tiny smirk when you smile, recognizing Kieran's sloppy handwriting straight away.

Bug,

Laying around doing nothing all day got me thinking… I should be grateful for the good things in life. Like football, obviously. 

"Brat," you mumble, absently picking up the vase and taking it towards your room. 

"Don't worry I'll close the door and bring your shite in so it doesn't get stolen!"

"Thank you!"

Football is great and all, but this injury changed my mind on a few things. I think I'm starting to realize how much you mean to me, so these flowers are my way of asking you to stick around until I can figure all this out.

Love, KT3

The first thing you do is set the vase on your nightstand, flipping the card around so it's unreadable and snapping a photo for your Instagram. Then you pull up your messages with Kieran, fingers flying over the screen.

You corny sap. Sending me flowers? Really? You can do better 🙄

Kieran's reply comes quicker than you expect. Yep! What else was I meant to do? I can't exactly get on a plane myself right now, I don't think the medical staff would like that 😅

I mean… I expected chocolate at a bare minimum. Maybe one of those fancy fruit bouquet things if you were feeling generous. But my favorite flowers? How dare you!

Ah, damn. Well I guess there goes the progress I made yesterday… oh well guess I'll have to find another way to impress you! 

Oh please don't send me photos of any part of your body unless it's to prove that your knee is miraculously healed. 

😳 nnnnnooooooo why would I ever do that? Kidding, kidding… I'll figure something out

You set your phone down, cheeks burning from your massive smile. It's hard to believe that less than two days ago, hearing Kieran's name would've sent you into a spiral of fiery rage. Now, you're beaming like an idiot, sniffing the flowers he sent you every few seconds because you simply can't get enough. 

Initially, when Kieran kissed you, you had no clue what to feel. Then you quickly realized that you didn't need to feel anything just then, because you'd felt so at home. Peaceful, like you'd been waiting for that kiss your entire life. Which you sort of had, minus the few months that you'd managed to convince yourself that Aaron was somehow better than Kieran. Which was a lie. A complete, utter lie that you can now admit to telling yourself.

The second lie you've sold yourself on? That you haven't forgiven Kieran. The second you laid eyes on him at his flat, you forgot why you'd been ignoring him. Your instincts screamed to comfort him and to prove to him that he wasn't fighting alone. He has you now, someone to lean on when his recovery seems endless and wasteful.

Bella may never forgive you, but you want Kieran. You've wanted him as your own since you were a teenager, it just seemed impossible that he'd want you too. His younger sister's best friend isn't a logical choice in your mind, especially now that he's a famous footballer.

But… somehow you've caught his eye. Apparently you've had his attention for nearly as long as he's held yours. The classic miscommunication trope has kept the two of you from realizing what you felt for one another was mutual and not some silly one sided crush. Now that you're both adults and can date whoever you want without consequences, what's stopping you? 

You snatch your phone off your bedside table, heart beating out of your chest. Are you really about to do this? Can you deal with the repercussions if he says no? 

Ah fuck it, he won't say no. Before you left, you recognized the sadness in his eyes as a reflection of your own. He won't say no because he wants this as much as you do.

Alright I forgive you. Wanna like, go on a date or something?

You wait. 

And wait.

And wait.

After twenty minutes, you're convinced you've scared him off. Despite your self-inflicted peptalk, nerves crawl over your skin like vines. You must have read him wrong, maybe he doesn't think the same way you do. Maybe he doesn't want anything serious. Hell, he can have any woman he wants on the face of the planet, why would he settle for you?

You nearly jump out of your skin when your phone chimes. It's a screenshot of a flight for next weekend from Edinburgh to London. You spend at least two minutes jumping for joy before you read his caption.

Pack your pajamas because we're about to have the cuddliest, cutest, softest first date ever. I'll see you next weekend, I'll be counting down the minutes. 

Okay, boyfriend. Is it too early to call you that? Actually I don't care, I've waited long enough!

Bug, I've never been called anything sweeter. Guess I have to put a little lock in my Instagram bio now. 

Maybe with the date too. Just so you look extra taken. 

Your wish is my command, girlfriend. Just curious though… what made you choose me over Aaron?

You don't have to see Kieran to know he's sporting the same dumb, lovestruck smile you are. You've come so far in such a short time; from hating each other's guts to being in a relationship in the span of only a few hours. 

The heart wants what the heart wants. 

#kieran tierney #kieran tierney fanfiction #kieran tierney fanfic #kieran tierney fic #kieran tierney imagine #arsenal fc #footballer fic #footballer fanfiction #footballer fluff #footballer imagine #jac writes #forbidden fruit

[geekgemsspooksandtoons]

My review of Hilda season 3

A proper review. One without spoilers. I've been thinking about making this today. I'm still going to not tweet or post a lot; I want to keep my word on that. I'd rather retweet some important stuff. But I want to make a review on the entire season and give out more reasonable thoughts.

Yesterday, after two years of waiting. The third and final season of Hilda finally premiered on Netflix. And I have some stuff to say about this final season. Including as someone who's been following this show for five years.

I'm going to be honest, despite this final season only being shortened to 8 episodes. With 7 regular ones to the finale being legit movie length in a way. And whatever issues I and others may have with it. The final season of Hilda delivers an emotional final chapter for this show. Including this time, focusing more on Hilda's family which also introduces a new character by the name of Great Aunt Astrid.

And what makes this season interesting is that compared to the other seasons and the movie. This is not based upon any books. This is all new territory that surely still surprise a lot of people.

I want to admit something. And again, I am not trying to spoil anything huge. But considering the season is shortened. I was hoping that certain characters would get expanded upon or well, we get to see them one last time before the show ends. Mainly where they are now after the events of The Mountain King. I'm talking about characters like Erik Ahlberg, the Bellkeeper, the Marra and some others.

It's disappointing we don't see more of them. But to be honest, in exchange for that, we get a final season focuses more on the two characters I consider the heart of the show. And that's Hilda and Johanna, who is also possibly in her biggest role in the show yet considering she gets a lot more focus this time around. And to be honest, with how the story goes throughout the season. I actually prefer that much more than whatever else.

Would I have liked it if they did 13 episodes again? I wouldn't mind. But I still loved what we got. And honestly, I think some people are merely disappointed that this season, we get answers to some things to stuff people didn't want answered. But to me, I try to keep my expectations in check, and I rather see what the writers want to showcase to us. And honestly, the fans like me can explore some "Loose ends" in our own stories. And to be honest, it's not like this stuff is eating away at us. The Mountain King felt like a fitting closure to the show. But I'm so glad season 3 exists because of what it decides to explore and ending the show on such a beautiful note.

All the actors do a fantastic job as always. Such as Bella Ramsey, Daisy Haggard and everyone else. Especially with the time skip they decided to do. Having these characters grow up a little bit to me is a good decision. To showcase these characters are still growing. Yes, I'm one of the people who didn't mind Hilda growing a few more inches.

The show still has its very funny moments. But what was surprising about season 3 is how well...this is possibly the darkest the show has gotten. And somehow the scariest. Which may sound really stupid. But I swear to God as the show goes on. With the unraveling mystery about these "Two hooded" figures. There are times I legit worried for these characters.

I even felt like there was a contrast in tone between chapters 1 and 2. With chapter 1 feeling like a fantastical return to this world I've loved watching. And chapter 2 I swear, I feel like I'm watching something akin to Silent Hill. Which sounds like a very stupid comparison. And then there's chapter 6 where I am scared for these characters I have cared about for so long. It really says a lot even in a show like this, and the fact this isn't based upon any existing material. It gives you a feeling when you've grown attach to these characters and seeing them in some of these situations. Whether harmless or not.

I swear, I felt uneasy during certain moments. Because I now understand a certain friend of mine and whoever else. I just felt even more genuinely worried for these characters. In fact, there is a scene that I told my best friend RySenkari, "I HATE THAT F***IN SCENE!" not because it was bad or anything. But because let's say my...the show really tugged at my heartstrings or something. Because there was no way they were going to do that, you don't do that to me.

In a funny yet sick way of looking at it. I think I went through my "Mr. Stark, I don't feel so good." moment because again, I hate that scene in the finale.

Yet that also grows into how far these characters have grown since the first season. How much they have changed since we first met them. And it's a beautiful thing when see them succeed.

The soundtrack by I think it's still Ryan Carlson is still powerful as always. That I want this soundtrack to be released on YT and Amazon Music soon. It's likely the best the score for this show has ever been. Also, the main theme by Grimes is beautiful as always.

Also, I've been wondering about changing my header/background images again. The ones you see on my Tumblr and Twitter accounts. I'll even do the same for my PlayStation profile's background.

The animation is fantastic as always. The scenery is beautiful as always. I feel like I have nothing else much to say. But it's merely me just loving this season. Yet compared to the earlier ones, I feel...hesitant to rewatch it. Again, this may sound stupid. This is the tensest the show has been. And the writers somehow made this more intense than some things they pulled in season 2 and The Mountain King. Those mad geniuses. And this is a show that's geared towards kid but everyone in general. That speaks volumes of how good the writers are.

And while there were some reveals that I feel little bothered by. But I still liked what they delivered. Again, that finale...that finale is something.

Again, despite it being only 8 episodes. Season 3 is pretty an emotional final journey for the fans of this show. A humorous, yet pretty scary at times adventure that pretty much makes you cry over these characters if you've become attached to them. It had that effect on that. I talked about my reaction. I'll admit, I do think maybe my...Autism might've had an effect of how I reacted. It likely did, but I'm not going to bring that up again. It's something I just wanted to mention.

I'm wondering if I should say anything else. But I want to be done with this review. I don't think I have nothing else to add other than the fact if you've haven't watched Hilda yet. I highly recommend watching seasons 1, 2, The Mountain King and season 3 right now. If you have time that is. December is the perfect time to watch this show. I talked about how this show feels kind of perfect to watch it during this time of year. I assure you; you will not be disappointed. And hopefully, if you've read my reaction to season 3, you'll understand how I felt.

And especially with how stressful the last few weeks have been. Watching Hilda again is always a great thing. I'm still not leaving this fandom. I will always love this show. But right now, I'm going to take it easy a bit. I'm not going to post a lot, make any manips and whatever else. I'm going to try to relax a bit. It's weird this time around I have a job now in the morning and I couldn't or well...I didn't want to lay in bed after I finished the show. I stood up all night after finishing it. Luckily, I took a 5-hour nap before that.

Again, thank you Luke Pearson and everyone who has worked on bringing this beautiful show to life. I'll never forget this. I'm always going to cherish what you all made. You made me and others so happy with what you've made.

#geekgem rambles #hilda the series

[popchoc]

for the prompts - 08 You and me, babe, how about it?- Marina (was this prompt inspired by the dire straits song romeo and juliette?👀)

Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca, Station 19

08: You And Me, Babe, How About It

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"Buon Natale," Carina beams happily, raising her glass.

Maya mirrors her gesture as well as her cheeky smile. "Merry Christmas," she toasts from the opposite side of the couch, her feet warm underneath Carina's. "Assuming I guessed that one right."

"You did," Carina chuckles, almost spilling her wine, before shaking her head in amusement. "I can't believe you still haven't mastered Italian, after all those lessons. Can you even form a sentence yet?"

"You know I can," Maya cries out, pulling an indignant face. "I'm singing Bella Ciao all the time, beginning to end!"

Her protest only makes Carina laugh harder. "That's because you learned it by heart - phonetically! Which, I admit, is very impressive. But do you have any idea what it's about?"

Maya shrugs - taking Carina by surprise as she already braced herself for Maya taking the bait. "I don't care what it's about," she simply says, "I just like the bella parts. They always remind me of you."

"Really?" Carina's face lights up, and not just by the dancing flames of the fire place. "That's so sweet. A bit weird, considering the other lines, but sweet." She stretches her arm until her hand finds Maya's resting on the back of the couch. "I actually have one of those, too. My own uhm... Maya song."

"You do?" Maya cocks her head, curious to find out more, then suddenly narrows her eyes. "Oh God, don't tell me it's Relight my Fire? Or Sex on Fire... or Girl on Fire... or..."

Snorting with laughter, Carina squeezes Maya's hand, making her stop listing at least two dozen more fire related songs. "Don't worry, it's nothing like that. It's Romeo and Juliet, actually."

"But that doesn't count," Maya sighs somewhat bummed, "That's just because you know how much I love that song."

Carina shakes her head again. "Uh-uh. It's way more than that."

Frowning even deeper now, Maya pulls her hand back to run her fingers through her hair, focusing hard as she recalls the song and its full lyrics. Carina keeps quiet, giving her a moment to work it out, and tries not to laugh again when she catches Maya mumbling the right line without realizing it.

"You don't remember, don't you?" she smiles, saving Maya from some rising frustration over this unexpected riddle.

"I'm afraid not," Maya admits, "But please tell me you don't think of us as this tragic or doomed..."

"Anything but," Carina winks, reaching out again and bopping her head. She doesn't need to say anything for Maya to understand. Swiftly moving towards her, Maya turns around and nestles herself in Carina's embrace.

"Alright, I tell you," Carina goes on when they are both settled and comfy. "It was the night before Christmas—"

"Carina!"

"Okay, okay, it wasn't," Carina laughs, "It was a few days after we met, the day you came looking for me at the hospital."

Maya shifts a little in her arms, mumbling, "I had to start somewhere."

Smiling at the memory, Carina nuzzles her nose in Maya's hair. "You did good. After all, you came over to ask me out. Which is where the song comes in. You still don't remember?"

"I don't," Maya grumbles, hiding behind her palms. "But something tells me it was really embarrassing." She looks up at Carina, slightly peeking through her fingers. "Be honest, did I say something stupid?"

"No, not stupid," Carina giggles, "More like... effective." She takes another sip of her wine, slow and leisurely, and puts her glass aside, deliberately stretching time a little more. "You told me you were thinking about going for another drink. And then you literally said: You and me, babe, how about it?"

"I did not!" If Maya wouldn't be trapped in Carina's tight hug, she would spring to her feet.

"You did!" Carina laughs, "I swear to God, you did!" She presses a kiss onto Maya's cheekbone, then whispers, "And I couldn’t be more glad. 'Cause look at us now!"

Maya opens her mouth, still not completely convinced, and far from ready to let go, but instead of some counter argument, a high-pitched scream falls of her lips as Carina suddenly moves away from behind her and just as easily manages to end up on top of her - captivating her by putting her hands at both sides of her head and locking their eyes.

"Smooth!" Maya grins, quickly catching her breath.

"You’re not the only one with some moves," Carina winks once more, before dipping her head to connect their lips. Their kiss is slow, full of promise, and when their eyes meet again Maya can tell she's up to something.

"It's the night before Christmas..." Carina hums quietly.

"It actually is," Maya titters in anticipation. "So what are you thinking?"

Carina kisses her again, then playfully wiggles her brows. "I'm thinking you and me, babe... how about it?"

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3k Celebration Prompts (closed)

#writing prompts #fanfiction #maya bishop #carina deluca #maya x carina #station 19 #thanks for this one #and yes: the line was def inspired by r&j #(love that song - the original as well as the cover by the killers) #i just didn't intend to actually use it as such #but now that it turned out you know it...... #(and yes folks this is most likely the closest i ever get to writing a xmas fic 😉🤭)

[josephquinnswhore]

Hey :) can you maybe do a fic where pedro is injured or sick on set of last of us and bella is super protective?

His Voice

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x platonic! Bella Ramsay

Summary: Pedro gets injured on the set of tlou.

Word Count: 0.6k (shortest yet I’m sorry)

Content Warning: swearing, illness.

Note: this turned out more like a Drabble but I hope you love it anyway. Sorry it’s short 🫶🏼🫶🏼 they’re my favourite people ever. 🥰

Everyone knew that Pedro was protective of Bella, their connection was instant, the two became best of friends and practically inseparable, on and off set. It wasn’t hard to imagine the two had become close friends, they were alike in many ways, most of all their protective nature, sense of humour and loyalty.

Bella knew something was up as soon as Pedro walked onto set today, he wasn’t as talkative-normally he wouldn’t shut up, she’d barely be able to get a word in some days, he was just a people person. That part of him was absent today.

He wasn’t cracking jokes or giggling like a schoolgirl, the entire cast and production team had noticed he was definitely not himself, in which way they were yet to find out, Bella figured they should be the one to work it out.

“Hey, is everything okay with you?” They ask, a hand on his shoulder as he reads his script in his chair, the fact that he sat here on his lonesome was quite telling of the answer they already knew. “Just feeling a little off, I’ll be okay.” He offers his younger friend, which they find hard to accept.

“Sure, let me know if I can get you anything. I’m here for you.” They offer before leaving him to his own company, not wanting to push him or pressure him into telling them what was wrong.

They were on their 9th take on the scene where Pedro lifts Bella up to squeeze her into the vent so she can u lock the building, the scene was almost captured perfectly when Pedro let out a “fuck, stop.” He puts Bella down as gently as he can, which results in them half falling a few feet, they catches themself without doing much harm.

Pedro’s groaning as he rubs his shoulder, face scrunched up as it contorts to one of pain, he’s rolling his shoulder trying to rid some of the pain but to no avail, the damage seems to be done. “Just give him a few minutes, then we can do the scene again.” One of the filmmakers says to the crew.

That set something off on Bella, some part of them they didn’t know they had, but they wanted to protect him; wanted him safe and now he was hurt, they didn’t want him to continue. “You’re not shooting the scene again, just use what footage you already have.” They breath loudly in exhale, annoyed by the situation unfolding before them.

An older man on the filming crew scoffs, apparently having a bone to pick with the teenager. “We’ll keep going till we get the perfect shot, kid.” Pedro had sensed the tension, his hand rests on Bella’s shoulder, trying to pry her away from the ever coming explosion, she shrugs him off, not letting this poor treatment slide.

“He’s fucking injured you sack of shit, get the stunt double in here and we’ll reshoot the scene. Once Pedro’s better we can go again, got it?” The room was silent, even Pedro beside Bella was staring at them in awe and shock, his heart warmed at the teenager for sticking up for him, knowing he’s a people pleaser and he would’ve just worked through that pain to give people what they wanted.

“Alright, alright. Someone get the stunt double, we’ll do the scene again.” He threw his hands up in defence at the teenager and every set of eyes that watched how he would handle the situation.

“Thank you, I dunno if I could’ve done it again.” Pedro thanks his young friend, he’s met with a bright smile on their face. “You deserve it. Go rest up, feel better old man!” Bella calls before getting ready to shoot the scene again with Pedro’s stunt double. He watches on for a few minutes before going to see medical. Where he learns he’s pulled a muscle in his shoulder, thank god for Bella, where would he be without them?

#bella ramsey #pedro pascal #the last of us #the last of us on set #the last of us hbo #Bella and Pedro #platonic Bella Ramsay and pedro pascal #tlou #pedropascal