#the heart wants what the heart wants

[magpiefngrl]

me: It's been months but I kinda feel like reading fanfic right now ao3: here's your super long Marked for Later list me: ao3: you've also bookmarked some fics To Read me: me: oh I know! I'll reread halsinator's fics for the tenth time

#the heart wants what the heart wants #fanfic life #fanfiction #ao3 #reading

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

#heart #dumb #toaster in a bathtub #doodles #bad art #lousy drawings #doodle #love #stupid #the heart wants what the heart wants

[veryvanii]

Day 3 of XiaoVenWeek over on twitter!

Prompt: Illness (well, allergies) 

#the heart wants what the heart wants #xiaoven #xiao #venti #genshin impact #xiaovenweek2023 #veryvanii art

[onadarklingplain]

13. too loud

sometimes @sionisjaune sends you a video of Damiano David doing illegal things on a stage, and you have to write some Charles fic about it Someone hands Charles earplugs on his way into the VIP area, like he’s going to find it too loud. Like that’s possible. Charles doesn’t realise what they are until they’re halfway across the roped-off space. He blinks down at them, sitting in his palm, strobing lights illuminating them beat after beat, before he pushes them deep down into the pocket of his jeans. When he looks at Carlos, he’s putting his in, but.

The noise is what he liked about seeing Måneskin, and the vibrations of the speakers, and the feeling of the crowd. It was like being in the car, only there was nothing he had to do. Damiano was in control of everything, and all Charles had to do was listen and let it wash over him. He didn’t have to think. 

Damiano feels far away, standing on the stage. There are hundreds of people between them. He wishes he could be at the barrier so that he could see properly. Damiano is wearing — god — some kind of skirt, actually, the slit of it riding high. Under his jacket is just skin and tattoos. The people right under him, they must be able to see it all, all the way up his thighs.

But it’s good from the back too. From here, Charles can see the way Damiano is in control of everything. The air feels thick with it, tense. The power of it. It makes Charles’ mouth feel too dry. He should get a drink probably, but — he wants a clear head. 

Carlos seems to like the show at least, which makes Charles feel less guilty for dragging him along. It had been good of him to say yes, when Charles asked.

During the encore, someone comes to bring Charles backstage. He had told Carlos before that he might. That he would probably slip off at some point to say hello. So it’s fine if he does. He still flicks his eyes over to Carlos before leaving, just to check, and he’s still looking at the stage with his eyes wide, lips slightly parted. 

The corridors that lead to the green room are weird and empty feeling after the crush of the crowd. The music sounds far away and quiet, just an echo. It makes him feel nervous, too aware of his body, even though he’s met Damiano before, obviously. It’s like everything is too heavy all of a sudden. 

They let him stand in the wings for the last song. Damiano keeps looking over at him while he sings. I wanna be your master. God. The things he’s doing with the mic stand are. They’re making Charles think things. Victoria keeps grinning over at him too. He's going to embarrass himself. He can feel himself blush, thankful that it’s dark. The crowd sounds so loud — screaming for it.

Damiano comes right to him when they all come off stage, his hands gripping Charles’ arms. In his boots, he’s taller than Charles, and Charles has to stand on his toes to shout into his ear. 

“It was very good,” he says. “Even better than the last time I saw you.”

He feels silly as he says it, out of his depth, but he can feel it against the side of his face when Damiano smiles. When he pulls away, there’s a glint in his eyes like he’s laughing at a joke, something Charles doesn’t get. 

Now that they’re so close, Charles can see the way the fabric of the skirt falls across his thighs. It feels harder than it should when he has to look away, but Damiano is saying something, and he can’t hear it. The noise from the crowd is still too loud. Charles has to read the words from Damiano lips like they’re in an insane marketing video.

“Come on,” Damiano is saying. “Let me show you my dressing room.”

For a second, Charles thinks of Carlos, probably still standing in the VIP area. Waiting for him. Then he thinks — if Carlos were here, if he could see the way Damiano was looking at him. He’d have to understand. 

“Yes,” Charles says.

When Damiano reaches down to grab Charles’ hand, it feels good. It feels like something is running between their skin, something powerful. Something fast.

#em i'm so sorry to answer your prompt from months ago with maneskin fic lmao #the heart wants what the heart wants #what can i say #the charles/damiano agenda #f1 rpf #maneskin rpf #i guess lmao #tumblr fic

[truebluesanji]

Pray for me, fellow Sanji simps. I have arrived…at the Fishman Island arc.

#I will do my best to stay strong #it’s what I must endure as a sanji simp #I know he’s about to be insufferable #I still love him though no matter what 😩 #the heart wants what the heart wants #sanji #one piece #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #fishman island

[20dollarscanbuymanypeanuts]

I started watching the "Episode of Chopper: Bloom in the Winter, Miracle Sakura" last night and I pointed out to my husband while he walked past the living room that:

1. Vivi wasn't in this one and that it's the full crew (minus Brook) and that they had the Thousand Sunny instead of Going Merry.

2. Luffy pleaded to the people of Drum Island on his own after being fired at. (Hubby said "this shows growth on Luffy's part, no?" To which I said, "okay")

3. Luffy slap!wakes Nami up a lot gentler in this than the anime and I thought it was hella cute that they changed that bit. (Hubby lol'ed)

And then he tells me that if/when we ever watch Red, that I should give Uta/Luffy a chance - that I might really like them together.

I love my husband and I feel blessed that I have him in my life but I pointed out to him that that's not how shipping ships work.

Major disclaimer that I don't have anything against other people shipping Uta/Luffy. To each their own.

#one piece #luffy x nami #luffy #luna #lunami #monkey d. luffy #nami #but why #how ships work #the heart wants what the heart wants #he has never known this side of me #I felt bad I couldn't move on from his comment I didn't even think about Chopper #episode of chopper #no offense

[enselius]

I am currently in a deep and dark animation hole, so although I have a lot of other illustrations I want to do, my heart is currently with the moving stuff.

But.. here’s a little High Reeve sketch, while I spend a few weeks for a few seconds 😅

#the heart wants what the heart wants #manacled fanart #dramione

[amagnificentobsession]

@the-metatron

You promise I wont hurt like this anymore?

@dream-of-pain Madam 💔

#go rp #marry met again #lisa marie presley #sob #the heart wants what the heart wants #make it stop #Youtube

[novorehere]

#op #It’s just the only way #I can’t help it #the heart wants what the heart wants #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore meme

[nikkisheep]

The heart wants what the heart wants (Part 3)

Steve harrington x nancy wheeler

eventual steve harrington x reader

Warnings: Angst (Still), Steve is a jerk,confession, messed up (sad) reader, nancy and reader are friends, drinking heavily

Summary: With Nancy and Steve on the verge of breaking up, the old you would be thrilled but the new you could not help but hate the idea of Steve being single, because that would mean he is available. But would you still want him? Only the heart knows.

Tag list: @fujiihime, @ilovedilfs32, @mess-in-side, @khaylin27, @sundarksposts, @ssolariiaa, @dig1taldruglord @drxwstxrkxy

To love someone means to love their flaws. To love Steve Harrington was a flaw in myself. I spent ten years in love with a man who never glanced at me in any way that could resemble "I'm in love with you". I spent ten years in love with a man who would never love me back or love me the way he loved Nancy. I could never get him to look at me like he looks at Nancy, like she was the only person in the room. Like she was the reason his heart was beating. It felt like my heart beats for Steve while his beat for Nancy. That's how things go. You fall for your best friend and they date someone else, someone better than you.

When Nancy told me that she thought Steve was cheating on her, I couldn't believe it. He lost me as a best friend for her and yet he gives the most perfect girl, reason to believe he was cheating. I could barely believe it. So, I did what every other girl would do and listened. God, did it hurt to listen to Nancy talk about her relationship with Steve. But, I listened. Because that is what I do. No one listens to me and yet, I listen to everyone.

Nancy had fell asleep on my couch and I didn't have a problem. Honestly, I felt bad for her. She believed that Steve was cheating and yet here she was with the last person who she wanted to be with. Maybe in another life, it was I in Nancy's shoes. It was me sitting there crying to the girl who had been in love with my now boyfriend because I thought he was cheating. I had went to bed after she fell asleep. The phone sitting on my nightstand started to go off, waking me from sleep.

"Hello," I answer, voice groggily from sleep.

"Where is Nancy?" Steve questioned.

"Steve?"

"Y/n, do you know where she is? She didn't come over like she said and I'm worried."

"She is asleep on my couch," I told him.

Checking the time, it was three am.

"Why was she at your house?"

"Steve, I am not her keeper."

"Answer the question."

"She just needed to talk."

"About?" Steve mostly sounded worried.

"That is none of your business. I have no reason to tell you, if Nancy tells you then that is her business. As of right now though, Steve, I am going to hang up and go to bed."

"Please just tell me if she is okay."

"You know she is fine. I miss it when you cared about me that much. Hell, I miss when you even talked to me." I said before hanging up.

That night, I tossed and turned all night. I never got to fall asleep. I kept thinking about all the things that I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him that I wish he loved me that much or missed me that much. To tell him that I miss him and just want my best friend back. But that will never happen. So for now, I lay in my dark room and listen to the wind blowing outside my window.

After a while, I got used to not having Steve around. It's weird to say but it's true. James was helping me forget that Steve Harrington was my best friend for ten years. I still have pictures of him and I but I don't look at them. I had stored everything Steve had given me in the last ten years, in a box. The charmed bracklet he made me when he had to leave for a summer back when we were ten, a fake diamond ring he had won for me at the fair. The pictures we took over the years were put in the box also. In every picture, we were smiling but it was me who was looking at Steve with the biggest smile in almost every picture. I cried when I placed the last picture we had taken. We were on top of his car hood and he had wanted to take a picture. "For memories" he had said. Now, seeing myself looking happy in that photo, looking at Steve as if he hung the stars in that sky last night, hurt me to no end.

Nancy started coming over more and more. We grew to be great friends. I was happy to have someone even though it was not who I really wanted. I listened to Nancy talk about her fears about Steve and I told her to talk to him but she claimed she had tried but no matter what, he always blew her off. Like it didn't matter. I held her while she cried and I cried with her. Getting to know Nancy better actually made me realize why Steve liked her so much.

"So, can we go to the movies tonight?" Nancy asked.

"Tonight?"

"Of course tonight. I don't have anything to do and I know you are just going to mope around about Steve if we don't." Nancy said.

"Mope about Steve?"

"Y/n, I know you love him and it's fine. I understand but I just wish that you weren't in love with him when he talks only about you."

"Again with this Nancy?" I asked with a sigh.

"Sorry, you just understand where I am coming from. Steve only talked about me with you and now he only talks about you with me."

"So what are you going to do about it?" I ask her.

"I'm going to talk to him about it."

"Then do that tonight and we can go see a movie tomorrow," I tell her.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

Nancy left and went to talk to Steve. The old me would have been thrilled to know that they might break up but like I said, the old me. The new me understood why Nancy was worried and I am a lot more understanding about their relationship than I used to be. So with myself being alone, I decide to make brownies. I was just putting them in the oven when a knock comes from the door. I answer it, only to find Steve Harrington standing on my porch.

"Y/n?" He asked, afraid I was not real. I could tell he was drunk.

"Nancy is not here," I tell him and walk back to the kitchen, Steve following.

"I'm not here for Nancy."

"Then why are you here?" I ask.

"I want, no need to talk to you."

"Why? We have nothing to talk about." I set a timer for the brownies.

"I have been n-needing to tell you something."

"What is it then? Nancy is looking for you."

"I love you!" Steve rushes out.

I stand there, eyes wide, heart beating fast. I must have miss heard.

"What?"

"I love you. I didn't realize it but I do. I love you, Y/n." Steve says.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get the fuck out of my house," I tell him, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Why?"

"Why? You tell me, you love me after you left weeks ago to be with Nancy. You tell Nancy you love her but here you are telling me you love me. Get out," I yell.

"Y/n please, lets talk this out."

"No, you are in a goddamn relationship Steve. You are giving Nancy every reason to believe you are cheating and now here you are in my house, telling me you love me. I want you out."

"You have never been like this to me," Steve drunkily whispers.

"Because I have been in love with you. I am still in love with you and I have realized that I will never stop. God, do you know how hard it is, to get over you? Do you know how many nights I dreamt of you saying those words?"

"No," Steve said.

"Most people would say that when you hear the man you have been in love with say those words to you, it is better than anything you could have ever dreamed of. Well Steve, this is not better than I could dream of because you would love me and only me. You would not be in a relationship and you would have never ditched me for your girlfriend," I cry to him. Tears pour down my face. My head feels heavy but my chest light. I finally got to say everything I have wanted to say to him.

"I will tell you one last time, get out." I say.

Steve leaves this time and I break down. The walls I had built over the last couple of weeks had finally crumbled to the ground in a heep of rubble. My breathing is out of control and my vision is blurry. My head hurts with a growing headache. I sit on the floor, sobbing. I just heard the one thing I have always wanted to hear and I told him to leave.

I get up, tears in my eyes, and find my bottle of alcohol from the counter. I take a sig of it without a glass. I drink until I can't see straight. I don't feel sadness anymore, in fact, I don't feel anything. My head is throbbing and my heart is aching.

"Y/n?" a voice calls.

I look in the direction it is coming from but everything is fuzzy.

"Y/n?" the voice called again.

A hand comes to my cheek and lifts my head. Brown, curly hair. That's all I could see.

"Nancy?" I ask.

"What happened to you? Why are you drinking like a sailor?" Nancy asked worried. Everything was still fuzzy.

"St-Steve told me he loved me." I slur.

"What?"

"Steve told me he loved me but I told him to leave. I didn't want to hear it."

"Oh," Nancy whispered. Sadness seeping into her voice.

"Normal people say follow your heart, it knows what it wants. I believe that too but this time, I said no to my heart." I say, pointing to my heart.

"Why is that?" Nancy asked.

"Because even though the heart wants what the heart wants, it does not always mean it is the right thing. Sometimes, the heart wants things we can't have."

Then, the room went black.

#steve harrington x reader angst #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington x nancy wheeler #the heart wants what the heart wants

[jfouler]

my birthday gift for mae is she gets her braces off

#✖ mun art. #idk what prompted marcy playing the recorder but #the heart wants what the heart wants

[mafaldaknows]

Are you still Charmie? Armie has clearly admitted to all relationships with women and has admitted to never having been in a relationship with any man. I just hope you guys don't get upset and start criticizing Timothee all the time like you guys already do. After all, it's not his fault that Armie's relationships turned against him.

Hello, Anon:

Everything has changed, yet nothing has changed. Not for me, anyway.

This is not the end, darling Anon. It’s only the beginning.

Maintain course. Steady as she goes.

Thanks for your comment. ✨❤️🧿✨

#hello anon #this is not the end #i don’t understand your logic but ok #the heart wants what the heart wants #mafalda has a feeling #gut instinct #only the beginning #growth and change #redemption arc #mafalda always looks for signs #tales from the charmiesphere

[kalgalen]

me in the middle of reading edgin/xenk smut: i need to replay my forgotten realms games Right Now

#perso #the heart wants what the heart wants

[shortformdrip-blog]

I've been enjoying Hazbin but I really miss Michael Kovoch as Angel Dust. Like. A LOT. I know Viv can run her show how she wants and I don't even know if Michael would want to keep playing Angel. All I'm saying is I miss that voice.

#the heart wants what the heart wants #michael kovach #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel season 1 #voice actors #thank goodness he's in three other shows i like lol #if he wasnt then id really be sad

[missmungoe]

The size difference, especially in your Shanks x Makino fics, make my brain go: WOOOOP~🥴

I also like the fact that in our world Makino is not THAT short she's just 5'5'' (166cm) which means that Shanks is 'the problem' here cuz i dare you to name me someone who's 6'6,5 (199cm) in your neighborhood 🥴😭

We love a size difference in this house ;) And she's actually shorter in my fics! I always headcanoned her at around 5'', and when she was given a canonical height I just tucked that info away along with her orange sweater-vest and went about my business. Not that a few inches really matters, but it's about the difference, you know?

But Shanks is definitely the problem, and I always imagine him using his height to get his way. He's like that "how to talk to short people" meme, except with a wife who will climb him if she has to.

#the heart wants what the heart wants #and sometimes you've just got to tweak canon a little bit

[mr-iskender]

WIP Wednesday

This one is for you, the 5 people who care about light on the water

He has decided that he should probably call the nurse when the door to his room opens and in walks Inspector Lewis with an altogether too cheerful, “there he is, sleeping beauty himself.”

No.

James expands energy he does not have to jab a finger at him—“you are in Spain”—his grip on reality altogether too tentative and precious to give up without a fight.

Lewis’ mask falls at the accusation.

“Christ,” he scoffs, “not this again.” That should be James’s first clue but he is too caught up in everything, too sick, to notice. Lewis looks awful, like he hasn’t slept in a week, his clean shaven face a red herring. “Honestly man, do you think you matter so little to me that I can—what? Sun myself on the beach and eat ice lollies when-” His voice breaks and he looks away, an unhappy mix of anger and hurt on his face.

An expression James has drawn out of him far too many times.

#itv lewis #wip wednesday #honestly wip wednesday only serves its purposes when there are people there to engage with the posts #to reply and reblog and squee together (how i miss the bond fandom) #and yet #the heart wants what the heart wants #and unfortunately atm that is these two