#the tears i would cry if this came in lime green

[bornflower]

I.AM.GIA. TIA BAG

#the tears i would cry if this came in lime green #😭 #iamgia #accessories #bags #looks #pink

[taylor-swift-bracket]

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Notable bridges

(Under the cut)

1989 (Taylor’s Version)

Out of the woods

Remember when you hit the brakes too soon?

Twenty stitches in the hospital room

When you started crying, baby, I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I walked out, I said, "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up, you were looking at me

You were looking at me, oh

You were looking at me

(Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods yet?)

(Are we out of the woods yet? Are we out of the woods?)

I remember

(Are we in the clear yet? Are we in the clear yet?)

(Are we in the clear yet, in the clear yet? Good)

Oh, I remember

Wildest Dreams

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burnin' it down

Someday, when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow you around

You'll see me in hindsight

Tangled up with you all night

Burnin' (Burnin') it (It) down (Down)

Someday, when you leave me

I bet these memories

Follow (Follow) you (You) around

(Follow you around)

Is It Over Now?

And did you think I didn't see you?

There were flashin' lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about jumpin'

Off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come runnin'

And say the one thing I've been wanting, but no

Clean

Ten months sober, I must admit

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it

Ten months older, I won't give in

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it

The drought was the very worst, ah-ah, ah-ah

When the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst (Oh)

Wonderland

I reached for you, but you were gone

I knew I had to go back home

You searched the world for somethin' else

To make you feel like what we had

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

Oh

folklore

Illicit affairs

And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else

Don't call me "kid," don't call me "baby"

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else

the last great american dynasty

They say she was seen on occasion

Pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea

And in a feud with her neighbor

She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green

Fifty years is a long time

Holiday House sat quietly on that beach

Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits

And then it was bought by me

hoax

You know I left a part of me back in New York

You knew the hero died so what's the movie for?

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

You knew the password so I let you in the door

You knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?

You knew it still hurts underneath my scars

From when they pulled me apart

But what you did was just as dark

(Ah, ah, ah)

Darling, this was just as hard

As when they pulled me apart

my tears ricochet

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

And I still talk to you (When I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (You hear my stolen lullabies)

august

Back when we were still changin' for the better

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

To live for the hope of it all

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

And say, "Meet me behind the mall"

So much for summer love and saying "us"

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

You weren't mine to lose, no

evermore

champagne problems

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure

"This dorm was once a madhouse"

I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"

How evergreen, our group of friends

Don't think we'll say that word again

And soon they'll have the nerve to deck the halls

That we once walked through

One for the money, two for the show

I never was ready so I watch you go

Sometimes you just don't know the answer

'Til someone's on their knees and asks you

"She would've made such a lovely bride

What a shame she's f*cked in the head," they said

But you'll find the real thing instead

She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

ivy

So yeah, it's a fire

It's a violent blaze in the dark

And you started it

You started it

So yeah, it's a war

It's the fiercest fight of my life

And you started it

You started it

tolerate it

While you were out buildin' other worlds, where was I?

Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

Now I'm beggin' for footnotes in the story of your life

Drawin' hearts in the byline

Always takin' up too much space or time

You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I

marjorie

The autumn chill that wakes me up

You loved the amber skies so much

Long limbs and frozen swims

You'd always go past where our feet could touch

And I complained the whole way there

The car ride back and up the stairs

I should've asked you questions

I should've asked you how to be

Asked you to write it down for me

Should've kept every grocery store receipt

'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me

Watched as you signed your name Marjorie

All your closets of backlogged dreams

And how you left them all to me

Right where you left me

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

How it was supposed to be

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

Breakups happen every day, you don't have to lose it

She's still twenty-three inside her fantasy

And you're sitting in front of me

#taylor swift #taylor swift poll #poll #my polls #swifties #1989 tv #folklore #evermore #Youtube

[gabithefanwriter]

War

Neytiri x Female Reader

Angst. Mentions of character death.

I’m posting this and then I’ll post the request I got. I might also Start posting about Neteyam soon, or maybe for some other fandoms as well, but for now I’m planning more Neytiri and Neteyam, so yeah. Expect them.

I knew it's wasn't gonna be easy, but I had to fight. I had to fight for my mate. I had to fight for her home, for my new home.

I was on my ikran, riding beside Neytiri and trying to keep her safe, but the humans came in with their robotic armours. I shot an arrow just as a gun shot was heard and hit Seze, my arrow flying into the glass and launching deep within the human, and my heart lurched in my chest. Neytiri fell into trees with her ikran. I dove down with my ikran with her, trying to reach her.

I shot more arrows as I flew down with my ikran, finally landing on my feet as I saw her trying to push Seze off of her. I dropped my bow and arrows and pulled her now dead ikran off of her. I watched as she caressed the corpse, both of us watching in despair as I began shooting the machines making their way over, including a ship from above us. I climbed onto my ikran and shot directly in the glass, killing the pilot before I felt a bullet graze my shoulder, which made me lose balance and fall off my ikran.

He barely caught me, but let me land on the floor safely. Just then I watched the his wing get clipped, landing beside Neytiri, Seze and I. I looked at my Neytiri, holding her close as I looked up again, another hovering jet above us, shooting at the Na'vi riding Direhorses and being blown away by the explosions, direhorses neighing and Na'vi falling underneath them, crying out in fear and pain.

Another explosion shook the ground, and Neytiri let out a cry, and I held her tightly. I looked into her lime green eyes, caressing her face and planting a soft but passionate kiss before pulling back the bowstring and knocking an arrow, shooting the rest. "I see you."

Neytiri looked at me with wide, fearful eyes. "No, Y/n please, no. I can't lose you!"

"It's okay, Neytiri, I'll be back."

I went ahead and jumped over a fallen tree, shooting more arrows and watching the robots and humans fall. I felt a bullet enter my shoulder, making me cry out. More explosions were heard, and I grabbed onto a root of a tree, holding it tightly before shooting another three arrows.

Good thing I participated in archery competitions back on Earth.

They didn't all fall, but I knew that I had to distract them, get their attention off Neytiri.

"Y/n stand down! Do not Engage!"

Jake's voice rang through my ears, but I only replied back. "I'm sorry Jake, but I have to protect Neytiri."

I heard Neytiri's desperate cry, begging me to stop and go back to her, but I couldn't. She was in danger, and I would protect her.

I watched another jet fly over head, shooting closer to Neytiri. I ran and pushed her aside, shooting an arrow to the wing of the jets, successfully bringing it down, but the bullets were still firing, and I felt them tear into my skin, and I fell.

I cried out in pain, fighting to stay awake, but I was unable to. I felt myself being dragged away, behind a tree, where Neytiri sobbed and held me in her arms. I fought to keep my eyes opened, and I only saw Neytiri's crying face, her tears falling on my cheeks. "Y/n!" She screamed, trying to keep me awake. "Wake up, Y/n! My Y/n!"

But my eyes grew extremely heavy, so with what remaining strength I had, I got up and kissed her, cradling her cheek before all my strength vanished, and I was left all powerless in her grasp, until I finally had Eywa reaching out her hand, with me accepting it, and taking me from the world of my beloved. And given that I nearly died in my human form, and Eywa was able to let me stay as a Na'vi, there was no chance for me now.

Soon enough, I couldn't even feel my mate's touch.

3rd P.O.V

Neytiri cried as Y/n fell limp in her arms, her cries enough to send chills down one's spine; painful, the screams of mourning. She lost her father, her home, and now, her mate.

"Jake," she sobbed, "Y/n—she's dead."

Jake, flying on his ikran, widened his eyes, goosebumps all over his avatar. Y/n, his close friend, was gone.

He felt his eyes sting with tears, even as he tried to focus on the current battle. There was now another reason atop of millions of others on why they would win.

He and Neytiri would avenge Y/n. They were going to chase off every human off of Pandora if it was the last thing they did.

The screams and cries of fear surrounded Neytiri as she saw a direhorse on fire. She notched an arrow and aimed it at one of the humans, but Jake yelled at her through the comms. "Neytiri, do not attack. Get Y/n's body and get out of there now! Do not attack!"

Neytiri didn't listen, only focusing on the man who was responsible for her mate's death.

But Eywa had heard them, and aided them into battle.

Time skip

The battle with Quaritch that happened later was filled with fury, as when Neytiri found Jake unconscious, she shot an arrow at the tiny human in the giant robotic suit.

The arrow pierced out of his chest, and Neytiri grunted as she shot another one, protectively going to protect Jake's avatar, hissing at Quaritch.

Time skip. Again.

The battle was over. They won, but not one single life was forgotten. They found the bodies of their beloved ones, and made their own form of funerals for them.

Neytiri gently laid Y/n's limp body onto the grass, leaving a final kiss on her mate's cold lips.

Jake watched as he began crying over his friend, Neytiri going to hug him in search of comfort.

They lost a friend, a lover, a warrior, one of the people.

But they would always remember the impact that Y/n left in their lives.

#neytiri x fem!reader #neytiriavatar #neytiri x female reader #neytiri #neytiri x reader #avatar 2009 #na’vi x reader #fanfic #angst

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝟹 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝

Haruto: The date is 1 November XXXX. On October 31, the prisoners were offered two options to choose from as a Halloween special: trick or treat. I wasn't aware of this until today.

Prisoner 001: Kanai Ichiro chose treat and received a sample of clay. He was still fascinated with it this morning despite receiving it last night. I wouldn't be surprised if he's hyperfixating.

But... I'm pretty sure he's playing with it to distract himself from the crying. He told Noa-san about it and then she told me. According to Ichiro, there's a baby on his bed that won't stop crying. He only appeared this morning when Ichiro woke up. He moved to the cafeteria, but he can still hear the crying.

Ichiro is a prisoner that obviously hasn't been mentally well even before he was brought to Milgram, but when most of the prisoners are seeing people in their rooms, I know its not another one of his hallucinations. You... You're pretty fucked up for orchestrating something like this. Everyone was already-! [Haruto groans and tussles his hair frustratedly.] Whatever. On with the report.

Prisoner 002: Kobayashi Akane chose treat and received a CD of "A silent voice". She plans to watch it tonight in Noa-san's room after dinner. Even though the screen in her room has a CD player, she avoids it because her father is in there. She told me he started beating her in a rage when she woke up, but her arms show no marks or bruising. Apparently it felt real to her. She also thinks these "hallucinations" can't leave the prisoners' rooms because her father didn't follow her when she ran out of her room.

[Haruto flips through his notepad on his table.] What the hell is even happening anymore?

Ah, prisoner 003: Iwamoto Daisuke chose treat and received a photo of his friend Ryuto at a company dinner. He showed me. Um, Daisuke-kun must really appreciate suits. His friend's a handsome guy who can't be bothered to smile for the camera. I'm somehow not surprised.

Interestingly, Daisuke-kun doesn't see his friend in his room. Instead, all the guilty prisoners had a dream where they met a strange man.

For Daisuke-kun, he can only remember the man wearing the weirdest suit and matching hat. Lime green, purple and orange stripes. If I had to see that, I would consider it a nightmare. All the man said was: "Did you do it for him, or did you do it for you?" Daisuke-kun didn't feel like talking after that, so I let him be.

Prisoner 004: Toma Suzume chose treat and the monitor in her room started playing a recording of her mother calling the police to report her disappearance. That explains why she was crying this morning.

She only remembers a shadowy figure waving a silver wand about in her dream. He leaned in close and asked: "Is this your love?" Suzume-san answered "yes" and he laughed. Freaky, but okay.

Prisoner 005: Endo Haku chose trick "out of curiosity" and received a camera. I checked it out this morning and it just seemed like a normal camera to me. Haku-chan showed me that the camera had future telling properties when he used it. He demonstrated by pointing the camera at an empty bench in the cafeteria. On the screen, Yui-san was shown to be sitting there. He took a picture and sure enough, Yui-san came over to sit by the spot soon after. Um, what a useful camera?

He reported to me that his victim appeared in his room this morning as well, but was strangely silent the whole time. The only thing he did was stare at Haku-chan, albeit angrily. Which is unusual because he's the only victim who hasn't vocalized at least once.

Prisoner 006: Sasaki Yui chose treat and received new earrings with blue bow charms. She's really excited about them, started styling her hair again and everything. But her good mood is mostly due to her dear friend greeting her in the morning. She teared up when she told me about how cheerful and beautiful Himiko was just as she remembered. To be honest, it was giving me fr... Never mind. I'm glad they can reunite, even under shitty circumstances like this.

Prisoner 007: Shigeru Rin chose trick because that's what he felt the options were and received an airhorn to assault the other prisoners with. Compared to Haku-chan's magic camera, Rin-chan's gift is more of a harmless object to prank people with. Unless the airhorn has some magical properties I don't know about.

Rin-chan wasn't as happy with seeing Renho as Yui-san was to see Himiko, with him finally feeling guilty about his crime. According to him, Renho doesn't blame him but is miffed about dying so young. I'm not sure how much of that is true, but he tells me they're talking it out. I can't see or hear Renho anyway, so I'll leave them to it.

Prisoner 008: Watanabe Noa chose treat and received this pretty beach themed jar of sand. Its all white and shimmery, with seashells and an opened oyster with a pearl inside. Super cute. She hadn't come out to make breakfast this morning, so I was worried about her mental state when I went to check on her. I didn't have to worry though. She looked really happy talking to herself (her husband) in her room, so I left her to it. I don't think I've ever seen her genuinely happy. And uh, I ended up making breakfast for everyone even though I woke up late.

Prisoner 009: Miyahara Kiyoshi chose treat and received an apple from his hometown. Its famous for its apples and said apples a have distinct taste. I'm not the expert, so I'll take his word for it.

In his dream, the weird man was wearing a monocle. I asked Kiyoshi-san if the man was wearing a suit as well, and he answered: "Now that I think about it, yes. But its blurry in my head." I guess each guilty prisoner focused on a certain aspect of the man. Kiyoshi-san also didn't seem to be planning on telling me what the man said to him until I asked. "Just accept your punishment quietly." A reference to Kiyoshi-san's guilty verdict perhaps?

Prisoner 010: Okura Mayumi...claimed that she chose treat and received a cupcake. Since Kiyoshi-san received an apple, its not weird for prisoners to receive food. But the cupcake didn't seem to hold any sentimental value for Mayumi-san. She said something about helping her mother bake when she was younger, but I'm still not convinced.

Strangely, she's the only innocent prisoner that doesn't see her victim in her room. Instead, she had a weird dream like the guilty prisoners. She was in an empty cinema hall with the strange man. The thing she remembered about him was his conniving smile. I asked Mayumi-san what he said to her, but she claimed he hadn't said anything.

I'm not sure what the purpose of this Halloween special is, but it can't be anything good as long as there are tricks involved. The hallucinations as well? Give me a break. [Haruto leans back, burying his face in his hands.] You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

What do you even expect me to do in this situation?

[Haruto sighs, uncovering his face.] Shit. What else can I do but adapt.

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#remember the first video Haruto posted where he ended it with a peace sign? good times #the good thing about not putting a date in the end of trial 2 report is that I get to establish the date in this post #because I forgot I was planning a Halloween special #I know what I'm doing I swear #prison guard: suzuki haruto #prisoner 001: kanai ichiro #prisoner 002: kobayashi akane #prisoner 003: iwamoto daisuke #prisoner 004: toma suzume #prisoner 005: endo haku #prisoner 006: sasaki yui #prisoner 007: shigeru rin #prisoner 008: watanabe noa #prisoner 009: miyahara kiyoshi #prisoner 010: okura mayumi #milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

[velissiamemes]

♡ Folklore Sentence Starters - Taylor Swift - Part 1♡

Quotes from Taylor Swift’s album Folklore! Feel free to adjust as needed

the 1

“I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit”

“Been saying ‘yes’ instead of ‘no’”

“If you wanted me, you really should've showed”

“If you never bleed, you're never gonna grow”

“We were something, don't you think so?”

“If my wishes came true, it would've been you”

“It would've been fun if you would've been the one”

“I have this dream you're doing cool shit”

“You meet some woman on the internet and take her home”

“We never painted by the numbers, baby”

“I persist and resist the temptation to ask you”

“If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

cardigan

“When you are young, they assume you know nothing”

“But I knew you, dancin' in your Levi's, drunk under a streetlight”

“Hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better”

“When I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”

“A friend to all is a friend to none”

“I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends”

“To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed”

“You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleedin'”

“I knew you, leavin' like a father, running like water”

“I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss”

“I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs”

“I knew I'd curse you for the longest time”

“I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired”

the last great american dynasty

“How did a middle-class divorcée do it?”

“The wedding was charming, if a little gauche”

“There's only so far new money goes”

“Their parties were tasteful, if a little loud”

“The doctor had told him to settle down - It must have been her fault his heart gave out”

“There goes the last great American dynasty”

“Who knows if she never showed up, what could've been”

“There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen”

“She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything”

“Flew in all her Bitch Pack friends from the city”

“She stole his dog and dyed it key lime green”

“Free of women with madness, their men and bad habits”

“I had a marvelous time ruinin' everything”

exile

“It took you five whole minutes”

“I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending”

“You're not my homeland anymore so what am I defending now?”

“You were my town now I'm in exile, seein' you out”

“I can see you starin', honey”

“Those eyes add insult to injury”

“You were my crown”

“I'm leavin' out the side door”

“There is no amount of crying I can do for you”

“We always walked a very thin line”

“You didn't even hear me out”

“You never gave a warning sign”

“I never learned to read your mind”

“I couldn't turn things around”

“You didn't even see the signs”

my tears ricochet

“If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too”

“Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me?”

“'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you 'til my dying day”

“I didn't have it in myself to go with grace”

“You're the hero flying around, saving face”

“If I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?”

“Look at how my tears ricochet”

“We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean - Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring”

“You know I didn't want to have to haunt you”

“You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me”

“I can go anywhere I want, just not home”

“You can aim for my heart, go for blood”

“You would still miss me in your bones”

“I still talk to you, when I'm screaming at the sky”

“When you can't sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies”

“You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same”

“You turned into your worst fears”

“You're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain”

“You're cursing my name, wishing I stayed”

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[sarandipitywrites]

week 3 of spooky stories, enjoy! cw for implied past domestic abuse

I have always been here. If there is a world beyond these thin walls, this quiet cul-de-sac, I care not to know it.

You come from the outside, like the others. You come with your big white van and your little lime-green car. You tear open my blinds, fill my dark rooms with dazzling, disorienting light. Men in crisp uniforms carry in the furniture while you unload brown cardboard boxes. They don't relax. They keep their eyes open, jump at every creak and draft.

They are clever — cleverer, it seems, than you.

Most people bring their own furniture into my house, but not you. You bring new things into an old space, tarnish my wooden floors with the plastic cover from your mattress. You fill my emptiness with screwed-together particle board.

You think you are making a new life here.

You are but a footnote in this house's history.

I am patient. I watch, and I wait.

When the crisp-shirted men are leaving, I slam the door between them. The one still inside panics, until you show him that I have not locked the door.

You find it funny. An old house doing old house things, you tell the man.

He laughs and agrees, but the fear does not leave his eyes.

I give you one night's rest. It is a courtesy I extend to every intruder. It is the only courtesy I offer.

Because this is my house, and you are not welcome here.

You've been able to explain it. That has been my problem. Slamming doors, chilling drafts. The problems of an old house. Even when your wardrobe fell, you remarked that the floorboards must be crooked. Another task on your interminable list.

Not today.

A death is a messy thing. Inconvenient. I didn't always know this. It hadn't occurred to me by the time the man in the three-piece suit moved in. Nor when I hurled his own saber through his chest. I gave it not a thought until his family came. Until they started piling the kindling at my feet.

A haunted house, people will abide. But a demon house?

I can't kill you. I need a more delicate touch than that.

It takes hours — hours of watching, waiting — before you move from your seat at the table.  I have been holding it up through sheer will. I am nothing if not patient.

The moment you are out of its shadow, I let go.

It is heavier than I anticipated.

The chandelier caves in the center of your cheap dining table, smashes your coffee mug. Its beads of crystal droplets scatter like rain, splinter into shards of light.

The single lightbulb that survived the crash flickers, dims, and dies.

You cry out. I think I have you, now. But then you creep towards the wreckage, examine the hole I've torn in the ceiling. Finally, you speak.

"You're right," you say to the empty room. "That thing was pretty outdated."

This is impossible. You are impossible. I don't even knock the dustpan from your hands when you begin to sweep up the debris.

What would be the point?

"I didn't just buy this house because it was cheap." You don't look up as you speak. You just keep sweeping up the mess I've made. "I know how you scare everyone away. An exorcist called me, the first night I was here. Do you remember? They said they'd give me a special rate and everything."

That would have been a waste, although I can't deny that exorcists are particularly fun to torment.

"But that's not what I want. This was your house first, right?"

It was. It is.

The beams ease from my shoulders. The floor softens beneath my feet.

This house is mine. Others have bought it, lived in it. But it has always been mine.

No one else has ever understood that.

"I'd like to stay here, as long as you'll have me. I don't mind a roommate who's a little scary."

The broom's bristles swish across the floor.

Perhaps I will not mind you, either.

I am harder to live with than you are.

You are quiet — so quiet, sometimes, that I think you must have left while I was neither here nor there. But then I find you, curled up in your armchair, reading.

You tell me things — how you can't fall asleep without a light on, how you used to love long walks in the rain. I can't share such secrets with you. All I can do is rattle my shutters and draw long, wailing gusts through the chimney.  I can't tell you how I can't stand the smell of onions; I can only steal them from your cutting board and throw them at the walls.

You've stopped buying onions. I can't tell you that I appreciate it.

Until the day you come back with the cards.

You lay them on the table. They're for people who can't or don't speak, you tell me. They're hard to move — they're larger than playing cards, but still small and thin — but it's easier if you spread them out on the table first. It's easier if I just have to push the ones I want out of place.

I push the card for 'thank you,' and you smile.

We have projects, now.

The house is in disrepair. You spend many nights on your computer, looking up videos on how to fix it — the broken baseboards, the light that dims when you turn on the dishwasher, the shower knob with a centimeter's space between freezing and scalding. I think I cannot be helpful — I only slam doors, I do not re-hang them — but you find a way. You bring paint chips back home, and I help pick the color for the living room. I'm too clumsy to help you paint, but I can hold the paint can at the perfect height for you.

The house brightens and breathes new life.

Until you come back with the spackle for the new bathroom tiles. You greet me with a smile, but your skin is pale. Your hands shake.

I have seen that look many times, on many faces. For the first time, I want it to stop.

I spread my cards on the table and you, dutifully, follow.

"You upset?" Two cards.

"No! No, I'm..." You look down at my cards and bite your lip. "Okay, yeah, I am. It's not a big deal. Just... ran into someone I'd rather not." Then you tell me you're fine, even though your smile is dull and cracked, and tell me you want to finish the tiling today.

So we do.

When you're quiet at dinner, staring into your uneaten pasta, I steal the oranges from the fruit bowl and juggle them over your head.

You laugh, and call me a menace.

I notice the gun you bring home the next day, buried in your shopping bag under the wine and the birthday cake Oreos. I don't say anything, and neither do you.

We read before bed. I never told you that I can't read the tiny print, not like the large, colorful word cards, but you seem to know anyway. You always read out loud. You'll read anything (as long as the dog doesn't die at the end), but you like romantic comedies best. I like them best, too. I like the sound of your laughter, your strangled giggles and snorts as you try to push through, try to keep reading so that I'm not left in the dark.

Tonight, your voice starts strong but fades. You try to keep going, in jolts and murmurs, until your words give way to deep, steady breathing. The book falls to your chest, your head to the side.

It was a long day. Reading in bed was probably not your best idea.

I move your book to the bedside table — I have gotten better at moving such delicate things — and take the reading glasses from your face. You rolled over and crushed them, once, and we couldn't read for days, so I am careful as I set them atop our book. I shut the light and I wait. I used to go the Other Place at night, when the house fell quiet. I prefer to stay here, now. I prefer to breathe with you.

Outside, a car rumbles down the road. This is not strange; cars get lost, and use our street to find themselves.

But this car parks.

Its door slams.

And I wonder.

Through the pane, I see him leaning against the car. He pushes away, staggers towards the house.

By the third pound on the door, you are awake. You slip out of the bed and tiptoe to the window, peer through the curtain.

Your heart stutters, stops, starts again.

He starts to yell. He calls a name — your name — through the door. He knows you're here. He's found out where you've gone.

He's sorry. Things will never be that way again.

Come home, he says.

Come home.

Tears well in your eyes, crystalline terror. You don't want to go with him, you whisper to the air, to me. You don't want anything to do with him, ever again.

My frame and boards rattle and shudder. He's kicking the door now. He is no longer pleading. He'll have you, even if he has to drag you home. He'll have you, even if he has to burn this whole fucking house down.

The door is old and splintered. The paint has chipped away under his loafer.

We haven't replaced it yet. It will not hold.

I pull the gun from beneath the bed — I wish I could have pretended with you forever — and I press it into your hand. You choke on a sob, but you nod.

The sole of his shoe bursts through the door, beneath the handle. Soft leather, scuffed and torn and ruined. His hand follows, sleeve snagging on splintered wood as he fumbles for the handle.

I open the drawers and I gather it all — forks and knives, skewers and pokers, the fire extinguisher and the bent chandelier you never took to the junk yard, but not the books. You love the books.

I gather them all. They swirl in the living room, a cyclone of sharpness and rage.

The handle turns.

The door creaks open.

This is what I was meant for.

This is our house, and he is not welcome here.

#writeblr #my writing #short story #halloween #ghost #haunted house #creative writing #fiction #home is where the haunt is

[jamiscrazy4krerdly]

Probably the first sign that Krerdly has heavily impacted (and was going to continue impacting) my life was the comedic socks incident, something that haunts me to this very day. Just about every waking moment is dedicated to pondering the ins and outs of the time I spent in that hat store. How did every choice in my life lead up to that moment? And where oh where had I gone wrong? That’s the kind of turmoil I faced that fateful Sunday afternoon. /s

So I brought I wanna say $50 to the most touristy location in my city. I was planning to simply walk around and just enjoy my time. Take in my surroundings and touch grass and whatnot. While I was dawdling I got, like, matcha flavored boba (because I wanted to get into boba) and a lavalamp (because I REALLY wanted a lavalamp. It was like twenty bucks but also it was a VOLCANO lava lamp!! Guys. It’s as lava as a lava map can get! It was toootally worth splurging on) and I was having like the time of my life, right?

Well I decided to visit my favorite hat store while I was in the area. I’m not really the hat type but this hat store had a sock section that introduced me to a whole new world!! Get this. Knee-high socks… with curse words. On the socks. Like, sentences. There were sentences with swear words. On the socks!! Oh my goodness, teenager me ate that shit up for breakfast the first time they saw them. I wrote them on my Christmas wish lists every year, despite the fact I would never get any. Regardless! The very notion paved the way to me becoming my own person. Basically all my individuality originates from these socks. It’s still crazy. I’M crazy.

But little did I know that that day those socks would betray me. I was admiring the socks, giggling at some of the funnier ones that I wasn’t expecting, and was considering buying a pair myself when all of a sudden I came across this like lime green and primarily blue pair of socks. The words written on them formed a sentence like “shut the hell up I’m gaming” and it. Flipped a switch. In my brain. Gamers. GAMERS! It ruined me.

The Berdly kinny in me couldn’t resist. I needed those socks. But like, I thought I didn’t really like the color blue? Now I directly relate the color to Berdly, which makes me like the concept of it ten times more, but at the time I was like fighting myself over it. I didn’t want these socks, for personal reasons, but I also NEEDED those socks, for kinning reasons. I wouldn’t wear them (probably?) but I needed to own them and for them to be in my collection. That stupid pair of socks had to be mine!

But then, I saw it.

I don’t even remember it now but the logical part of me just had to make an assumption, and it was right: there were Kris kinning socks there too! It must’ve been the colors or the attitude or SOMETHING but those Kris-flavored pair of socks were fated to be another victim of the bugs in my brain.

So I just, bought them both, right?!?!?

Omg.

You’re too funny.

I found another pair of socks that resembled Berdly. Socks, that my brain decided he would wear. He’s. A fucking. BIRD. HE DOESNT WEAR SOCKS. HE HAS TALONS!!

So clearly I was losing it. I rapid-fired a list of texts to my best friend, explaining to them my absolutely absurd situation. What of the cute pair of pink socks that I wanted to actually wear on my own accord? What of the sad state of my wallet that wouldn’t survive more than two pairs of these aesthetically pleasing socks? What about LUNCH? Was I going to have enough to EAT? My friend did not respond, they had not seen my texts in time.

I stared desperately at the rows of funny socks placed enticingly before me. It’s then when I realized our roles had been reversed! I had become the laughing matter. These socks, they were the ones pointing and cackling and crying tears of joy. The prey had become the predator. The hunter had become the hunted… I knew then that I wouldn’t make it out of that store alive.

I stood there dumbfounded for at least ten minutes. Perhaps even fifteen. I’d been all alone. Left to my own devices. In the sock section of a hat store. The lava lamp weighing down my tote bag and the matcha boba swirling in my stomach was no longer a comfort to me. The only thing I had left to rely on was myself.

I took advantage of the process of elimination, reached out my hand, and grabbed the pair of socks I had decided on. The cute pink ones, which I was planning to legitimately wear. “Of course!” I thought to myself, grinning like the idiot I was. “The choice was obvious!”

So then why had I spent 15 minutes in that hat store?

I still haven’t worn those socks.

…

Soooo for this post I actually decided to go back and purchase all the pairs of socks I had set my delirious eyes on (along with some extras!!). Now you can all see them for yourselves, and hopefully I’ll stop laying awake at night thinking about them!!! Woohoo!

Behold! The reason behind my madness! In order from Berdly kinning socks, to Kris kinning socks, to Berdly kinning socks again! (A Krerdly sock sandwich!)

“Fuck off, I’m GAMING”

The audience shook their heads in shame. “That’s your mans?” (Yes. I was enabled by a pair of cyber-world style socks that mentioned gaming. Is that so bad?)

“go away I’m introverting”

Hiding behind that mug is surely a devil’s smile. I can come up with like 10 reasons why this sock in particular gives me Kris vibes but at the time it was really just the hair, wasn’t it…

“PRETTY DECENT BOYFRIEND”

Ok let’s be honest, Berdly wouldn’t be humble enough to buy these socks for himself (if, and I cannot stress this enough, he could wear socks) but look at the colors!! We’ve got some solid yellows and blues in there. Also there’s stripes!!! Everyone knows Berdly loves stripes? Yeah there’s like no defending this I was just seriously losing it at the time…

HEY GAMERS speaking of losing it: the hat store actually had a buy 5 get 1 free deal for the socks section, so I got more kinning socksss!!

Yippee!!!! I love making poor financial decisions in hopes of satisfying my hyper fixation!

“DRAGONS AND WIZARDS AND SHIT”

I have never seen truer socks. Dragons and Wizards and shit!! What else is there possibly to say? There’s no doubt in my mind that these socks give Berdly vibes. Side-note: I should really try to get into DND.

“I’M A DELICATE FUCKING FLOWER”

Okokok, this one actually needs an explanation. Some of you might recall me mentioning Deltaswap in my Catti post? Basically this sock actually sort of resembles my Deltaswap interpretation of Kris where they’d get to be more influenced by their flower dad (Asgore) which eventually leads to them getting a shit ton of plant related tattoos. This is partly due to the fact Kris needs something to make them look fucking badass (since they’re swapped with Susie).

Does any of that make any sense?

Gosh, I’m so excited to share with you all my take Deltaswap in the future. For now, socks!

“yay”

Guysss, hear me out. If you pretend they’re doing latte art in a cup of hot chocolate and you really focus on the blue and green hues then it totally makes sense that these are certified krerdly socks!! ALSO! I kind of just really wanted to bring a momento with me because while I was trying to find the similarities between Krerdly and… socks, I came across this design and was like “wow a krerdly coffee shop AU sounds fucking awful, I would love to write that absolute mess”. So now I permanently have that stuck in the back of my mind!!

A coffee shop AU doesn’t actually sound that bad but I headcanon Kris as Demiromantic so I can just kind of imagine barista Berdly instantly pining on Kris for one reason or another and they’re so put off by it that they never get coffee where he works ever again. Common Berdly L. Decrescendo womp womp womp.

Okayy I need to wrap this up. If anyone wishes to browse these various socks for themselves (it will not be a waste of your time I assure you) then the brand is “Blue Q”. However the sixth pair of socks (the coffee one with the latte art) was instead made by the brand “Sock it to me”!

And lastly, here’s a snippet of me messaging my friend on the day of the incident.

TL;DR

I found socks that reminded me of Krerdly and proceeded to go batshit crazy over it.

#i love my silly little socks #the critters do as well

[grace122]

Hello hello!

So I was skimming twt for a specific vid I wanted to send to my friend and I came across This and it put me in the perfect mood to write a little blip about Prison! Dream x c!RoseWitch2008 that I wrote while I was chronically brainrotting for the green fucker. I would post this in Anon but I'm like way too proud of it to hide.

The small and fluffy sheepman was tossed into the cell. He tried to catch his footing as he was pushed in but failed miserably. Landing on the floor in the middle of the darkroom, Rhys shivered and looked around. "Here you go, Prisoner, a brand new plaything," Sam said before locking the gate. Once the click-clack of his boots grew to silence, Rhys tried to fight his chains. A low chuckle echoed through the room and up the halls. "Hiya, pretty boy~, Long time no see!" The voice's owner came out of the shadows. "Oh… Hi D-Dream…" The auburn-haired man shied away. "How'd you end up in my cell, of all places to be," Dream crouched down to better see the shaking sheepman's face. This only caused grassy-green eyes to well up with tears. "Quackity said I was your spy, and they tossed me in here. Mumbling nonsense about me trying to break you out…" Rhys stopped as his ears pinned down when he realized he stuck his foot in his mouth. "Oh? So you were so moved by me getting imprisoned that you ran off for a vacation in Las Nevadas? I'm so touched that you prioritized your BEST FRIEND over yourself." Dream's lime green eyes seemed to glow in the reflection of the moonlight, only making him look more terrifying than he already did. This is what drove Rhys off the edge. He started to cry and shake violently, causing Dream to roll his eyes. The blond held the auburn's chin and tilted it up, sticking the sheep's soft pink nose in the air. Rhys let out a panicked bleat before the blond scratched behind a velvety ear. "Rhysand, calm down. Contrary to everyone's belief, I'm not going to hurt you." He sighed. Grassy green eyes were locked with lime ones, and the sheep man's breathing slowed down. "We are, however, going to have to settle this. If you're not going to break me out, you better be able to provide something useful for my stay in this Gods forsaken hell hole." Dream said with a devious smile. "I don't have much to do right now, but I can offer you a release?" Rhys said, tilting his chin up just a bit more, causing Dream's hand to rest more on his throat. "That sounds good enough for now…" The blond said as he got up off the floor. "And for you," Dream said as he picked up the fluffy sheepman off the floor, causing him to bleat loudly again. Setting Rhys down on the bed with his floof of a tail out, Dream smiled. "Your cute and fluffy little ass will have to work as payment for bailing out on me." The blond gave his handcuffed plaything a smirk as he smacked the sheepman's ass, causing Rhys to let out a soft bleat.

"Just like that. Now ass up, Pretty Boy~"

awesome!!

[nei-ning]

I had 2 dreams last night.

In first I was inside this small terraced house apartment. Across was another terraced house with empty apartment. Between these houses was tiny road and tiny grass slices on both sides as small “front yards”. I had beautiful flowerbeds and small tables with statues etc. on the front yard when older man came there with tiny city excavator. I knew he was there to fix some underground piping since landlord had inform everyone about it. After a while, when I came to check how things were going at the front yard, I was shocked! This man with his tiny excavator had completely ruined my small front yard! He had literally dig everything upside down, adding a lot of new dirt on the spot! All my flowers were now ruined and buried same with the statues etc. This guy didn’t bother to come to tell me to come and remove / save all that what I could save. And the landlord, in his notification, hadn’t said ANYTHING that they would come and dig your front yard! I was crying SO MUCH since I had got very wonderful, ancient Japanese styled warrior frog statues from sis from Japan and now they were broken and buried! I was so sad and crying so much that I woke up in tears.

In next dream I was in some weird place (like always). I had small needle with a piece of tiny clear plastic pipe on top of it. This needle was piercing my left chest and heart. Someone came to my right and I saw them holding a syringe with clear yellow liquid. They pushed syringe’s needle in this small plastic pipe piece, starting to press the liquid in and it, naturally, came through this smaller needle in my heart. It stung! It stung so much and it burned slightly in some weird way. I had no time to react on that more since another syringe came from the right. I had another needle+plastic pipe thing on my right collarbone area and in this one was pushed lime green liquid. I don’t know what the hell THAT WAS but it made me scream! Normally person’s voice changes and they stop to take a breath when screaming but me... I screamed at least a minute straight with same tone and same strength! I heard this person to my right saying someone to my left how amazed they were by the effect of this liquid and how strong it made my lungs instantly (because I was able to scream like that). I felt the power of my lungs, definitely, but I was in pain too. I screamed in pain from the bottom of my lungs.

Now, I know I have been human test subject at least in 1 or 2 previous lives, now maybe even in 3. Let me tell you: It’s not fun.

#text #dream #neis dream #past life memory #possibly #human test subject #torture #just in case #20.6.2023

[thebangtancloud]

BTS as Romantic Tropes ~ Hyung Line ver.

A/n: I got this idea from a TikTok and I thought it would be cool to write about it :)

Kim Seokjin: Love at first sight

It would be very likely for Jin to use his flirty side as a shield whenever he would find himself alone in public. One moment, his eyes fall on you a few feet away from him and the next thing he knows is that he's sending you a wink, without even having control over his actions.

Taken aback and flustered by his own actions, Jin begins to laugh almost as soon as his ears begin to burn with embarrassment, having just winked at a complete stranger who had absolutely no business with him. But before he could look away, Jin is surprised to get a wink in return.

He watches you as you bend forward to laugh at the little interaction that you two had just shared, the coffee in your hand dancing at the force and threatening to spill over, but all Jin can do is simply stand and watch you.

With an outfit as simple as a pair of black jeans beneath a white t-shirt with a black and white bandana tied to one of the belt loops, Jin couldn't help but adore the way you were able to carry it off so well. With two lime green frogs as earrings that made him giggle, Jin wondered if he looked shameless, given the way he was openly checking you out.

His mouth remains slightly parted, eventually mirroring your expression when you turned back to look at him, his eyes simply glazing over, wide and focused with the softest smile on his face, completely fascinated by the sound of your laughter and the little crinkles next to your eyes that appeared to be shining the brightest in the room to him.

Jin would snap back to reality the moment he realizes you were walking away after whatever magic just sparked between the two of you, making some unintelligible sound to get you to turn around.

When his eyes had locked with yours again, Jin would smile with a light flutter in his heart that he had never felt before, holding up his own cup with a slight raise of his eyebrows.

"Don't you think our coffees would get too lonely if they're not drunk together?"

Min Yoongi: Forbidden Lovers

He would lie on the floor with your head resting over his arm, bodies stuck to each other and his fingers playing with your own, telling you how much he despised watching the man that was chosen to be your lawfully wedded husband in just a few weeks, touch you like you were his own little pet.

Yoongi had never felt so helpless before, desperately wanting to drink up every word of love that would drip from your mouth like you were a glorious sip of water over the tongue of a parched man. He never wished that he was the person that he was as much as he did at that moment.

Your families were strongly against the idea of you both 'falling in love' with each other. They believed that Love was something you couldn't find in someone who was not at the same social position and caste, immediately disagreeing to let you both become one. And just like that, you were set up to marry a man you had never had a decent conversation with, only to keep you away from meeting the one you had given your whole heart to.

Yoongi didn't notice your hand that had reached up to wipe away the little tear that had rolled down his temple until the softest whisper that came from you reached his ears.

"Don't cry."

Yoongi turned to face you.

"Run away with me."

The sharp intake of breath terrified him.

"Yoongi..."

"I can't stay without you. I can't live knowing that another man is about to marry the woman that I love."

"Yoongi listen to-"

"Run away with me." Yoongi's voice cracked, too fearful to let you go.

You smiled softly, your own tears falling onto the material of his t-shirt.

"I was waiting for you to ask."

Jung Hoseok: Friends to Lovers

Hoseok had found himself freefalling not too long into your friendship. A few weeks in and Hoseok would get restless if he hadn't spoken to you every day. He would tell you everything that made him happy, giving you brief tutorials on every new dish that he had learned, promising to make his famous "Bacon-butter-and-strawberry-jam" sandwiches as he had named it, the next time he would come over to meet you.

Hoseok would sometimes get confused when he became too happy with you around, wondering what was so different about your friendship until he realized that he was no longer seeing you as a friend, but so much more.

His speech with you was casual, making sure that you were just as comfortable with his touch as he was, pulling you into random hugs or falling across your lap whenever he laughed too hard. Hoseok was proud of accepting his feelings just as fast as they had made an appearance, knowing that the day he would make them known to you was not too far away.

And just like that, Hoseok found himself at your door with two bags held in one hand and a little flower pot in the other. He had never smiled brighter than he did when you opened the door, excited sounds coming from him as he skipped his way into your house.

"This is for you," He sang, placing the pot into the palm of your hand. "For us."

"Where's the plant?" you asked him with a frown.

"It's still a seed, you need to water it. It should sprout in a few days."

You laughed at his cuteness, poking a finger into the little dimple that showed up over his mouth.

"Why did you get me this?"

Hoseok chuckled nervously with a shrug.

"I don't know. Maybe because I want to stay with you until this plant is fully grown, and then I would get you another plant and we could renew the membership each time I do."

"Membership?" you smiled.

His hand reached behind him to touch the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I'm talking stupid because I'm nervous. What I'm trying to say is that I like you. I really really like you. More than a friend. Would you be willing to raise this plant with me?"

Kim Namjoon: FwB to Lovers

Days and nights were two different worlds for the two of you. Friends during the day who reaped the benefits during the night. Hours would be spent with him having his way with you, curtains drawn and doors locked until the sun rose, and that's when the switch flipped.

You both would be back to normal within an instant, casual breakfast dates with the rest of the team before the two of you departed for your own work. That was pretty much it.

There was no way he would cross that line, Namjoon had promised himself, knowing fully that he saw nothing more in you than just a friend who just so happened to be okay with the added benefits that he had once suggested.

But that line suddenly began to blur, too quickly for his liking, when a supposed ex, drunk out of his mind, had begun to throw himself at you. He watched the scene unfold for a record-breaking one-and-a-half minutes before Namjoon was flying out of his chair that went tumbling back at the force, reaching the scene in a flash and holding the man by his collar, knuckles intentionally digging into his throat.

"What do you think you're doing?" Namjoon growled lowly into the man's face.

"Namjoon..." He heard you whisper, your hand reaching out to hold onto his arm.

"And who are you?" slurred the male who appeared to be quite tiny in front of Namjoon who was about to lose all control.

"I'm her man."

"Namjoon!" He heard you snap, your fingers tugging harshly at his shirt.

"If you even so much as blink an eyelid in her direction again, I'll break this filthy face of yours."

And with that, the man who had just flexed his muscles and pinned a guy to the wall was being dragged out of the room by a woman.

"What the heck was that?" You screamed at him with a punch to his shoulder.

"I didn't like the way he was touching you."

"You could have handled it better! You almost got into a fight with him! In front of everyone!" You yelled at him.

Namjoon's jaw locked in place at your words, taking you by your arm and pushing you back up against the wall behind you. With his breath hitting your face in harsh puffs, Namjoon held you firmly by your shoulders, making sure you didn't miss a single word he uttered.

"Do you even know what you mean to me? I could fight the world for you. I don't care who comes in front of me, I won't let them touch what's mine."

Masterlist.

#bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts angst #bts fluff #bts jin #bts forbidden love #bts friends to lovers #bts friends with benefits #bts jin fluff #bts seokjin fluff #seokjin fluff #min yoongi angst #yoongi angst #yoongi forbidden love #jung hoseok fluff #hoseok fluff #friends to lovers #kim namjoon angst #namjoon angst #namjoon friends with benefits #rm angst #bts x reader #romantic tropes #bts #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[underoosweb]

Hi!! I have a tasm! Peter Parker request!! So… Peter’s best friend/roommate (who shocker he is in love with! Lol) is a teacher. She has a really wild class maybe kindergarten age. She has had a terrible time with these kids and has had it. One day she come home from work a complete mess. Paint everywhere, hair messed up , broken shoe and or glasses the whole nine yards. Peter at home on the couch when she comes in. He starts to laugh at the sight of her maybe teases her. And she breaks down . Tells him everything that happens . “And the worst part of the whole thing is they said they were being Spider-Man! 20 five years cornered me and used paint “webs” and then Peter makes a big mistake “well that kinda funny don’t you think.” She storms out. … idk where to go from here! I feel think there is some more drama … but a cute fluffy ending wear Spider-Man comes into her class and set them straight . She says “that’s why I love you” under her breath. He hears her and after the kids leave he kisses her….. idk I’m not a writer!!!!🤷‍♀️ Thank you!!❤️

Today just started badly. First, you overslept, then someone spilled their coffee on you while you were rushing to catch a cab, the cab driver flirted with you when you told him you had a boyfriend he scoffed and murmured under his breath which made you roll your eyes. Then when you go to school the kids were out of control. Teaching 20 5 to 6-year-olds can be chaotic but never like this. Ben decided the walls needed some lime green paint, Lucy decided your jeans needed more color as well, squeezing the purple and yellow tube all over your jeans. Your eyes widened and the kids giggled. Christian wanted a toy that Alex was playing with and he ended up hitting and causing a small little fight between the two of them, you pulled them off each other and it ended with their tiny fists in your hair. You wanted to go home, take everything off, shower and crawl into your bed and cry your eyes out. You were exhausted between planning class lectures, grading their work, keeping the kids calm and at bay, trying to have a social life, and having to take care of Peter after he came home from a night of patrolling. You met Peter at the library in school about 1 year after he lost Gwen. You both reached for the last copy of the required book for an English Lit class, he wanted you to have it and you wanted him to have it. It ended up leading to the two of you sitting at a table and trying to share the book between you. The next thing you knew the two of you were together constantly, you became best friends and you harbored a huge crush on the brown-eyed, crazy brown-haired, photographer, skater boy. You knew it would stay one-sided he was still grieving and in love with Gwen and you were okay with it. You think? The end of the day came, you had paint all over your pants, handprints on your shirt, your hair was a mess. You slowly made your way into your shared apartment with Peter. You hoped Peter was there, you have never needed a hug more than you did now. Sighing you opened the door, you were greeted by the smell of pizza. You looked over towards Peter and felt the tears well up in your eyes.

“What happened to you?”

“The kids thought I needed more color apparently, today was absolute shit.” You froze when you heard Peter laugh. He was laughing. He was laughing at you.

“They did a great job, I mean I always did think you would look good with bright pink hair. They even gave you a little hairstyle as well.”

“The worst part of the whole thing is they said they were being Spider-Man! 20 five years cornered me and used paint “webs”

“I mean it is kind of funny, isn’t it?”

Your hands clenched into fists, he was making fun of you. After all the consulting, taking care of him when he was hurt, hugging him, and comforting him when he couldn’t help everyone… he was making fun of you. You finally broke. Tears streamed down your face. Peter’s grin fell from his face, you whipped away your tears but they kept falling.

“Hey…” You looked at Peter and glared

“You are the worst.” Peter’s breath hitched

“I have done everything for you, I have stayed up worrying over you, helping you, patching you up, hugging you through every breakdown, and crying myself to sleep over worrying for you because I’m so scared something bad is truly going to happen to you. All I wanted was for you to listen and hug me… but instead, I get made fun of not only by my kids but by my best friend.”

“Y/N… I’m sor-”

“I don’t care, Peter. Goodnight.” You made your way to your room and slammed the door. Peter flinched at the sound.

“Fuck…”

You woke up the next morning with a headache and for once you were glad a bathroom was in your room. You stood under the hot water for a long time. Sighing, you exited and got changed. When you made it to the school, all the kids were waiting in line and you let them in. You turned to help Jennifer with her R’s when you heard collective little gasps. You looked over to see Peter standing there, well Spider-man standing there.

“Hi, kids.”

“IT’S SPIDER-MAN!” the kids squealed all together. They jumped from their chairs and ran towards Peter. You stood there eyes wide, mouth agape. You made your way towards him and whispered in his ear.

“What are you doing here?”

“Setting things right.”

“What?”

“Alright, kids. Miss Y/N here told me what happened yesterday and how naughty everyone was.”

The kid's eyes widened, a pout forming on their lips

“I know you guys want to play and be a superhero but you know what you guys did yesterday wasn’t very nice right?”

“Yes, Mr. Spiderman.” The kids murmured

“I think we owe Miss Y/N an apology.” Your heart skipped a beat.

“We’re sorry, Miss Y/N”

“It’s… it’s okay kids. Now, why don’t we go to recess now.” The kids ran towards Peter.

“Come play with us!” Peter laughed

“I’ll join you guys in a minute,” The kids ran outside with the aid.

You were surprised by how calm everyone was, they were listening and getting along. You looked back at Peter, you love him.

“That’s why I love you…” You said under your breath. You forgot about Peter’s heightened hearing. You jumped when you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I wasn’t thinking about your feelings and how I hurt you.”

“It’s okay Peter.”

“But it’s not, I messed up really bad,” He turned you to face him. You reach towards the hem of his mask and lift it up, you felt your heart skip a beat when you met his eyes.

“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“Best friends fight and make up all the time Pete.”

“I heard what you said.”

“What?”

“That you love me.” You froze, his hand caressed your cheek.

“I was kinda hoping to say it first, but you always managed to beat me to the finish line.”

“Wait, what?” Peter smiled, leaning down his lips lightly brushed yours

“I’m in love with you,” He pressed his lips onto your and you smiled against his lips.

“I am so in love with you, bug boy.”

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[zackcrazyvalentine]

can i request malleus and reader’s future child time travelling to meet their parents when they still go to nrc pls 🙏 i just really think this is cute eeeEE

Heehee~ This prompt is always a fun one to see in fandoms

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A bright light, the sensation of falling, a scream being torn from their throat, and finally, landing.

"U-U… U'cl Lilia..? P-Papa..?" They sniffled, hugging their trusty dragon plush close. "I-I don kno…" Tears stung their big round eyes.

The small one took some shaky breaths, wiping away the tears with their sleeves. This was somewhere unknown, somewhere outside of Valley of Thorns, so they should not let their guard down to cry.

Little feet began to walk, mesmerized by the seven looming figures surrounding them. "Ah! Gweat Wi'ch!" Their pace quickened once the horned figure crossed their line of sight.

Innocent to the onlookers' eyes, the toddler babbled words and letters engraved on the statue's pedestal.

"What is a child doing here?" Ace asked.

"Since when do kids visit this school? Aren't they too young to be on a school trip?" Jack threw the tiny figure a sideways glance.

Deuce was somewhat unsettled, "Are they lost? Didn't they wipe away tears?"

Ace snickered, "Say, Deuce, don't ya wanna be a policeman? They help lost kids~... Why don't you practice for the future?"

The blue haired glared at his friend, but before a retort could be said, Jack parted from the group.

"O-Oi, what do you think you're doing?!" Ace exclaimed in surprise.

However, their whole motions were stopped when a certain pistachio haired boy entered the scene.

"Just what do you think you're doing, child?! Show more respect to the great Witch of Thorns!" Sebek speedwalk directly to where the (now scared) kid stood.

"What are you doing touching her statue with dirty hands?! And reading her accomplishments in disarray?! Were you not taught proper manners, to respect the Great Seven?!" As Zigvolt droned on with his scolding, the child's eyes filled with tears once more.

"U'cl Sebe doodoo head!" They wailed, letting their tears roll.

"What was that?!?!" The irritated first year yelled.

Jack resumed his stride, but stopped a few steps away due to the high pitched cries bothering his sensitive ears. Ace, Deuce and Epel stood in shock at the scene. "U’cl? ...Uncle?"

Running steps interrupted the scene “Sebek, what is wrong with you? Screaming at a small child?!” [Name] rushed in, standing between the kid and Zigvolt.

“M-Mo…! Mo!!” The young one immediately hugged the legs of who was standing in front of them.

“But I simply-!” “Oh, hush now! Stop yelling, lest you wanna upset the kid more.” They quickly interrupted whatever the exalted first year wanted to say.

The [hair color] bent down to lift the toddler, “Uh… Hello there, little one! Are you lost? Did you come here with someone?” They spoke gently after helping wipe the tears away.

“N-No… no lost, Moddy wid me naw. U’cl Lilia…” At the mention of Diasomnia’s vice leader, everyone had wide eyes.

“Lilia? You came with...for Lilia?” They tried to coax more information out, but the little one only leaned onto their shoulder and wrapped the unoccupied arm around the student’s neck.

As if on cue (and spooking all grown ups in the process), Vanrouge appeared. “Mentioned my name?”

Immediately, the infant turned to look at the bat. “U’cl Lilia! Upu upu!” They made grabby hands and, of course, Lilia complied.

“What an adorable whippersnapper! You have such wonderful green eyes! That look awfully familiar…” The fae stopped his tickling to recall where he had seen those bright eyes. A sudden flash of baby Malleus with big tears in his eyes crossed the old bat’s mind.

“Master Lilia, what matters do you have with a child?” Sebek questioned.

“Ah, huh… I’m about to find out.” He answered, turning to walk away, but was stopped by displeased groans. “Mo! M-Moddy!” A sob accompanied the kid’s cries, arms outstretched towards [Name].

Tiny hand wrapped around bigger fingers as the one they called out came closer. Lilia understood, “[Name], can you be a dear and follow me? Seems like our visitor here doesn’t want to let you go.”

They snapped out of it, “O-Oh! Certainly.” There was something about holding that small hand that brought forth warmth in their heart.

Before they tailed the 3rd year, they stopped and whispered to Jack, “Inform the Headmaster. Whoever this child is needs to go back home securely and quickly.” The 1st year nodded.

As they made their way towards wherever Lilia led them, child and [1st/2nd/3rd] year student bonded. Playing hide and seek, singing lullabies, asking questions about the kid’s trusty dragon companion, anything to make sure they were distracted and wouldn’t get scared by anyone or anything around them (especially once arriving at the dark Diasomia dorm).

“Old Man… [Name]-san, and a child..?” Silver greeted the group, perplexed at the scene.

The fae smiled as if there was nothing unusual, "Evening, Silver hair! Do you happen to know where Malleus is?"

"Uh-..huh… I believe he’s in his room." He decided not to ask questions, although his face told of his clear confusion.

"Wonderful! Let us go to our destination, then. [Name], do come with."

"As you say. Keep leading the way, please."

“Shi’va, ba-by~!” Tiny hands waved at the boy who slowly returned the gesture. “What is going on? They knew..my name?”

Once standing in front of Malleus' chamber, Vanrouge knocked on the door. A click of the door unlocking and opening was the only answer. This gesture made the toddler perk up.

"Malleus! How many more times have I need to tell you to signal the visitor they have permission to enter? Don't just open the door with magic." Lilia let himself in, "Apologies for his manners, [Name]. This is the one antic I couldn't drive out of him."

Draconia rolled his eyes as he continued tending to his virtual pet.

"Papa!" Again, small arms stretched towards the figure before him.

The dragon prince became curious at the youthful voice and looked towards the door. He was met with the sight of Lilia carrying a child while [Name] stood beside them.

"Tell me you didn't steal this one, Lilia. I don't want history to repeat itself--"

"Silence, you… No, this one was wandering NRC until Sebek and his friends found them." Pout turned into a smile as the bat took Gao Gao-kun from Malleus' hands and replaced it with the child, "Now I think I've deciphered what happened."

"Papa, papa! Gao!" The little one said, placing their toy on Malleus' face.

He only duck away from the plush, "Papa? No child, I believe you're mistaken."

"Oh no, they're absolutely not mistaken~!" Lilia giggled, "It appears our visitor here is accidentally a time traveler. Probably got in the way of a spell and ended up here."

"Time traveler?" The other two occupants of the room said, startled in their own levels.

"Indeed. Want to know the interesting part of this?" The younger students looked at each other in slight confusion, nodding at last.

"This child… has vibrant green eyes, a head of [texture] [color] hair, and if you touch their crown, you can distinctly feel two little hard bumps…" While the bat described the little one's appearance, [Name] moved to stand close to Malleus and the kid.

"In case that rings no bells," Vanrouge continued, "I shall uncover the truth… Dear [Name], Malleus… I believe with all my mythical intuition that this is a whippersnapper of your own."

“Of our own…?” Draconia echoed.

“Our kid?” [Eye color] looked into two pairs of lime green.

“Papa, moddy! Gao!” As if sensing the mood, giggles escaped their mouth after their parents reunited.

Sparks and butterflies ignited two hearts after hearing their beloved (future) child giggle so merrily.

“I-! I- ugh… ahaha~ Well, would you look at that?” A blush erupted on the [1st/2nd/3rd] year’s face, “Ahem… looks like we’re more than highschool sweethearts, huh?”

The crown prince could only bring his child closer, embracing him tenderly in his warmth. “If… Only if you allow us to be more than that. The future can always be changed.” Malleus looked at them, both of them, with fondness.

“How do you expect me to change opinions when you’re both so darn cute, ya big lizard?!” [Name] internally squealed and aww’d at their future family. Emotions so colorful, they went over and joined the hug.

Lilia smiled brightly at the small family, “My Queen, My King… I know both of you surely are proud of your son, wherever you may be now.” A melancholic sigh left him, “I shall take my leave. Time travel issues can be resolved later, let them bask in happiness.”

[END♡]

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OMG HOPE THIS WASN’T SUPER CONFUSING TO KNOW WHEN I REFERRED TO READER AND TO THE KID AAAAA Sorry if many “the child/kid/[X] year student” were used! Was the only way I could think of working around this

Thank you for the request! We all know Silver, Sebek and Lilia will definitely be part Malleus’ kids’ family, so of course the baby here knows their name :b

(lol sorry for the terrible baby talk too, idk with what sounds do kids struggle with the most when learning to talk) (ALSO!!! supposedly “moddy” is a gender neutral term for parents, a mix of “mommy” & “daddy”)

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[justfangirlthingies]

Love Story (Dad! Draco Malfoy)

This is a songfic based on "Love Story" by Taylor Swift

Dad! Draco is something I absolutely adore, I just couldn't help myself

Word count: 2568 words

Warnings: a bit of angst maybe, but the rest is fluff

The reader is a pureblood, but that's only mentioned once, so I guess if you want to change that up in your head feel free to do so, it's not like I can control your thoughts or anything

Soft draco content!

Also, this is my first time writing anything for Draco, sorry if he's a little OOC, but I guess you'll just have to deal with that. I just found this idea cute. That's it. Carry on with your reading :)

By the way, the war and all that jazz did happen I just, I dunno left it out because that would've been too much

"Darling!? Are you alright?" Your husband barged into the hospital room. His platinum hair disheveled and tie loosened. He was panting heavily, presumably from running all the way here from his workplace. "I came as fast as I could, but the minister wouldn't let me leave early, since I'd be at home for the next weeks anyways." A soft smile graced your lips as you spoke up "Draco it's fine don't worry. I'm - I mean we are fine"

His eyes flooded with guilt as a look of sorrow took over his face "I-I missed it? I'm so sorry I wasn't there..." Draco stammered quietly as he slowly started to approach you. You gave a small nod as you reached your arms out for him. The blonde didn't hesitate to engulf your smaller form into his arms as soon as he had reached the hospital bed you were sprawled out on. "It's not your fault love" You whispered soothingly while you allowed your fingers to run through his already messy hair. Soft lips brushed your temple as you basked in Draco's warmth. The male moved away from you a bit to catch a glimpse of your face. "Is it a girl or a-" but before he could finish, the door opened once again and in came a doctor with a small bundle wrapped in a lime green blanket in his arms. "Ah you must be Mr. Malfoy then."

Draco just stared at the blankets and gave a small nod, trying to make out the baby underneath. He watched as the doc handed you the small human. A smile etched onto your lips as you took the baby from the man. Your husband finally caught sight of your child. Well of the blond fuzz on the baby's head to be exact. You noticed his stare and giggled "You want to hold him Draco?" You questioned and without even giving him time to think, handed him your newborn. "He?" he smiled tenderly when he finally saw the baby-boy's full face. His icy blue eyes found a pair of identically coloured irises staring back up at him.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" The doctor asked after a few minutes. This resulted in Draco looking up from his son and throwing a questioning gaze at you. "Go ahead." You reassured him.

It's not like he had to make up a name on the spot. After all the two of you talked a lot about baby names and had decided to stay with the Black family tradition for the naming, seeing as upholding this tradition was of utter importance to him. It was a relieve to see you hadn't changed your mind about the name you had decided on beforehand.

"Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy" spoke the love of your life. Huge grins on both of your faces as Draco pulled you closer towards him and Scorpius so he could hold the whole extent of his new family in his arms.

With that the doctor left the three of you to have some privacy and to get to know your son.

A content sigh left your lips and you decided to speak up "Look how far we've come Dray. We survived my father and a war, moved in together, got married and now we're starting a new chapter. A family"

"Ah yes of course." he replied before a smirk appeared on his face "Though I have to say, your father was the greatest challenge we've had to overcome." A chuckle escaped his lips as he started reminiscing about the past "Do you remember how we met?"

You hummed in response "We were both young when I first saw you"

I close my eyes and the flashback starts

Your eyelids fluttered close as you swayed in the memory of the first time you laid your eyes on him.

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I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns

It was a peaceful evening. A little boring for a nine-year-old maybe, but still nice. Your family had hosted a ball and invited all the other well known and mostly wealthy pureblood families. Nothing unusual.

One thing however, was a little extraordinary. Notoriously you were the only child at such gatherings, but on this fateful night you had seen another child. A pale boy around your age, you guessed. His gelled back hair was a white-blond colour, it framed his face along with his sharp, pointed features. That's when your (e/c) orbs met his piercing grey ones.

See you make your way through the crowd

And say, "Hello"

This encounter made your evening much more eventful and enjoyable and it also gained you a friend for life.

Little did I know that you were Romeo

Had you known who he was back then, maybe you would've kept your distance. But the thing is, you didn't know.

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From then on your friendship only continued to blossom as years passed by

Sometimes Draco would sneak out of his house just to wake you up and spend time with you in the middle of the night. Many times you woke to a tapping sound coming from your window

you were throwin' pebbles

In the beginning you were surprised to see him, standing outside underneath your window when you opened it. Occasionally you'd sneak out and go for walks.

His nightly visits became more frequent, often leading to you sneaking him into your home, up the stairs and into your room.

On some instances you spent hours on end just talking. Other times, you spent those same hours engulfed in one another's embrace, lips meeting each other halfway, limbs entangled and bodies pressed together.

Unfortunately your father had seen the light from underneath your door and heard voices talk when he woke that night. He barged into your room and as he saw the Malfoy boy sitting criss cross on your carpeted floor, the two of you deeply engulfed in conversation, he yanked the blonde up and dragged him out of your room and down the stairs

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet (Y/n)"

You had followed after them as tears cascaded down your cheeks. And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"" His heart broke then and there as he watched your devastated form call out to him in vain. Before Draco had a chance to answer your request he was shoved out the front door by your father.

"(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n)! Just what do you think you're doing sneaking around with the Malfoy boy?!" Your father hollered, his voice laced with anger. The man you called your father could be very intimidating at times, especially when he was fuming and glared at someone, just like he was doing with you now. The adult's words dripping from his voice like venom "You won't see him again." "Bu-" You were about to cut him off and protest, but he just continued and talked over your failed attempt to interrupt him "I don't want you talking to the son of a death eater! He's probably already one himself."

Your face contorted into a scowl as you seethed at him through your teeth, tears still dropping from your shimmering (e/c) irises "You can't tell me what to do!" It slipped past your lips and your face nearly went to a look of surprise at your own words. Your eyes widened slightly, but now that you had already made the mistake of talking back to him with that attitude, what did you have to lose? You tried to keep your demeanor the way it was when you talked back to the man you called your father.

"What was that young lady?!" He scolded "That's no way to talk to your father (Y/n)!" You snarled at him before you got up from your place on the staircase and turned to retrieve to your room, making sure to slam the door on your way. Waking your mother and siblings in the process. You only knew that because you heard voices and different footsteps.

As soon as the door was properly shut you threw yourself onto the bed and hugged one of your pillows close to you as you sobbed and screamed in frustration, pain, anger, sadness, agony or however you would like to describe it. The fact that the pillow you were currently clutching to your body as you shook with tears, still smelled of the boy who had captured your heart and was with you not even 10 minutes ago just had you break down even more. That is how you went to sleep that dreadful night. Crying yourself to sleep while you held onto the pillow for dear life.

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It took you some time, but you found a way to meet up again. In secret.

Just you and him.

Merlin knows what would happen if someone found out that the two of you were sneaking around again.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

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So close your eyes

"We should run away together Draco. Just imagine all the things we could do then." you suggested quietly, your head resting on his chest.

Escape this town for a little while, oh oh

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter

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Of course it was only a matter of time until your father found out about your little ordeal again.

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet(Y/n)"

And once again you found yourself in an oddly familiar occurrence as you were crying after the man you loved. It pained both of you to see each other hurt. "But you were everything to me" Draco called out to you and he made sure your father had heard him too, for the young Mr. Malfoy was indeed completely and utterly in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show it. As soon as your pleas reached his ears again he felt his heart sink in his chest. I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said, "Romeo Draco, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

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Maybe your father was right, maybe you did deserve someone better, Draco thought. At least that's what the silver-eyed boy told himself. It was his only way of staying sane and grounded. His way to cope was to hope you'll meet someone better than him, someone more deserving of your love, even though that thought hurt him, it was a comfort to think that, maybe you'd move on, but his heart still held onto the last bits of hope he had left in him. And that's when it happened. An owl landed on his windowsill. Not just any owl. Your owl and the letter it carried had your family's seal on it.

He felt his heartbeat increase rapidly, his hands clammy as he opened the window. He wasn't sure whether he wanted to smile, to cry, scream or throw up then and there because that letter could contain anything. A wedding invite maybe? He hoped not. After contemplating for a bit he decided on opening your letter. As he did so, he became more nervous with each passing second, still clinging tightly onto the last bit of hope he had left.

The letter read: "Romeo Draco, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel. This love is difficult, but it's real. Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

Oh but this time he would say "Yes"

Oh, oh

For this time, he had a plan and he was determined to execute his plan

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I got tired of waiting. Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around. My faith in you was fading

You were on the breach of losing all your hope, but you decided you'd try one last time. So you went to the place you'd told him you'd wait for him. If he didn't show up today then that's it, you would give up. However, what you didn't expect was to actually meet him face to face. When I met you on the outskirts of town,

When your eyes met his again for the first time in so long you didn't know how to react. Was it appropriate to hug him? You weren't sure so you just stood there frozen on the spot when you asked him once again. Desperately clutching to your last bit of hope that you didn't even know you had left.

and I said

"Romeo Draco, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think"

Tears streamed down your face as you poured your heart out to him and when you felt his warmth surround you, you didn't hesitate to lap onto him with all your might. After a few minutes he tore himself away from you and when his grey eyes met pools of (e/c), he saw the terror in your eyes. Did you think he didn't want to be with you? "I'm sorry this took so long love" he spoke, leaving you with a confused expression on your face "but your father is a tough man" he chuckled. This only earned him another puzzled look from you as you arched an eyebrow in utter bewilderment. You were not sure what he was about to do and you certainly didn't expect him to do the thing he was about to do.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me, Juliet (Y/n). You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes""

There you stood before him. Eyes wide. Eyes that you couldn't believe. All you could do was just stand and stare.

"Umm...(Y/n)?" Draco looked up at you, his eyes holding only love and adoration and maybe a hint of fear because you were not answering. He gently reached upwards and caressed one of your soft hands. The touch bringing you back to reality and out of your trance. "An answer would be nice" he chuckled nervously. You quickly pulled him up by his hand and kissed him "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!" you grinned and beamed up at him. You leaned in again and brushed your lips lightly against his as you spoke against the soft skin "Yes Draco. Yes"

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

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All of a sudden you were ripped from your little bubble by soft cries.

Just like that, in the spur of a moment, you were back to reality. Slowly your eyelids fluttered open, only to see your husband cradling your son in his arms to cease his crying "Shh, shhh, shh. It's alright Scorpius, your daddy is here" he cooed softly "we need to be quiet buddy because mommy is sleeping and mommy deserves her sleep after such an exhausting day." Draco smiled triumphantly when little Scorpius stopped crying "And you need all your sleep as well, your day was just as exhausting" he whispered softly.

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

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[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

A prompt request, only if feel like writing :

Draco comes back home from work , he was hurting so much because of something that happened at his workplace, he was on verge on crying and then Harry comforts him.

Hey!! Thank you for such a kind request. This prompt specifically is combined with another. Hope you like it

Allow me to be yours

Dialogue Prompt - 11- holding everything in doesn't help, you know | FLUFF | DOMESTIC |

It was complicated how Draco worked, as a human being. Someday's he seemed as though he was absolutely fine like the lime brightly hanging on the tree but someday's he looked no better than a riped banana ready to fall off the tree. Yet somehow the facade he kept each day was uncanny. Day after day, Draco had managed to build up a wall high enough to not let anyone in, to keep the hate at bay so his soft heart wouldn't collapse, but a heart meant to be broken and the riped banana falling off the free have similarity, it will fall down, collapse one day or another.

It took harry three month's to convince Draco to go on a date, let alone another 4 month's to finally label as boyfriend's, all because Draco avoided conversations that required to open up. It was all self preservation, for as long as the heart didn't collapse, as Long as the lime remained fresh,the grass remained green before it Faded yellow.

The truth was Draco was afraid of so many things, and the most of all, love. He was afraid of love because he knew in love you always lose yet somehow one look at harry and his traitorous heart would skip a beat and he'd be swooned. He was damned and he should've known one day it'll all come to an end, and it so happened on a pleasant Saturday evening when Draco came from a very harsh, tiring day, almost broken inside.

He remembered Huffing, taking in a deep breath, controlling his tears before he put on a smile and opened the door and found harry cooking dinner for him as planned a day before.

" hey " Draco called as he spelled the bags into the room and leaned over the kitchen door watching harry almost getting done with food.

" hey, I'm almost done, why don't you freshen up and then we'll have dinner ?" Harry gave Draco such a soothing smile that his heart ran at 179 miles per hour and his brain yelled, get out Before you get too close.

" alright " Draco gave a quivering smile before he placed a soft kiss on Harry's forehead and walked away.

It took entirely every single bit of any energy left in Draco to put on a simple facade, and pretending everything was fine until they were sitting on the couch, after dinner, watching a romantic comedy, when Harry snuggled closer to Draco, keeping his chin in Draco's shoulder..

" what is it ?" Harry asked, speaking softly, kissing his shoulder.

Draco released a wavering breath before he turned a little to harry and gave him a smileeverything's fine "

Harry raised his eyebrows as he wrapped his arms tighter around his waist " you know you can talk to me about anything, right ?"

" of course Harry " Draco gave a small smile.

But harry wasn't convinced. He bought his hands to Draco's face, lightly brushing his fingers over his cheeks Before brushing a strand of his hair behind his ear.

" I know you're not fine, I can see it. something at work happened, didn't it ?"

Draco bit his lip before he shook his head.

" holding everything in doesn't help, you know" Harry softly spoke, kissing Draco's neck.

" let me in, please " harry mumbled lovingly taking Draco's hands In his own and intertwining them..

" everything's fine Harry" but his voice broke in desperate attempts to conceal whatever was left off him.

Harry huffed, drawing soothing circles on the back of Draco's hands " please, I Want to know. I know something is bothering you so much that you can't think of anything but that. I want to care for you, look after you, make you feel better. Allow me, please "

Draco's silently dripped a tear which harry immediately kissed away and it was fine until Draco broke into sobs and collapsed into Harry with a hug.

" It Hurts, everything they say " Draco weeped. Harry rubbed Draco's back, brushing away Draco's hair from his eyes.

" I know, tell me all about it "

But Draco remained silent again..

" you know, I know your walls, I know your fear but I'm not leaving you Draco, I'm far too deep. I want to be able to love, and I know you don't Want me to but I'm already falling, you know I am " softly whispered in Draco's ears.

"Allow me to be yours Draco, allow me"

And Draco finally let him in, the walls collapsed like a fragile glass falling from a height, like the plane crashing, the wall's turned to dust and he finally let in,he finally confessed his feelings, his emotions, his love, everything he had ever felt for Harry without hesitation, because perhaps today he could. And when he let him in, he never got out, he remained Right there, of Draco's, forever..

I felt guilty for not having written anything in 2 days and I felt like I had to.. sorry for the abrupt short prompt. This request have been resting in my inbox for about a month ( it's slightly hectic to get back sometimes) I'm sorry...again.. ( this is the shortest prompt I've ever written )

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Okay... please continue the Bad things Happen Bingo where the tortured supervillian was found in the rain by hero. It was soooooo good.

Aww I am so glad you enjoyed it!

Muddy Rain Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: description of wound tending, needles, broken bones, implied touch starvation, unconsciousness, drugged state, past torture

*not edited*

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Supervillain drifted in and out of consciousness like a tide, rising to awake fullness then sinking back down to sleep. He was hardly aware of anything, even his own consciousness, during these intervals, other than the pain and the cold cloth on his forward. Every once and a while, he would realize blearily that something of living matter also inhabited the thick air he breathed.

Color seemed to be a whirling tornado. There was no set hue in the ever changing pallette, just the dull mixture of burgundy, gray, and the occasional green. And they never stayed still enough for Supervillain to pick about the various shades like hunter green or lime green.

After a while of watching and calculating the dizzying madness, Supervillain gave up and his brain determined the color to be brown.

Sometimes, he would be more acutely aware of the bodily throbbing throughout his being and other times it seemed to be lessened. During the extinction periods, Supervillain noticed- now this took him a while to recognize- that his body seemed to be floating as if he was suspended in the air while, at the same time, a more pronounced lightheadedness would occur.

Placing these two together, distantly he came to the conclusion that he was being drugged.

He didn’t quite link the absence of pain to the theory yet, that type of thought process was too complicated for his foggy brain cells to muster.

During the times of unconsciousness, that he slowly learned to be appreciative of, he wss thrusted into intense and confusing dreams filled with words and actions that he only somewhat remembered when he would come to.

But probably the most utterly baffling thing about the whole ordeal was the words spoken to him during consciousness.

Muddled, yes. Incoherently spoken, yes. But it was a comfort that Supervillain sought out. He could sometimes feel his vocal cords rumbling from whatever sound they produced in reply to said words. And, after the sensational purring ceased, his skin would shudder under a warm touch, before muscles involuntarily leaned into it.

But it wasn't like Supervillain dreaded his reflexive movements. No, it was quite the opposite.

He enjoyed the warm feeling in his slow beating heart.

《~~》

Hero tried to keep Supervillain cool as her newfound ward battled with fever and pain and all sorts of inflictions of his weakened body.

A damp, cold cloth found its home on his sweaty forehead as bags of frozen peas and carrots were buried into the creases of his neck and under his armpits. All an attempt to comfort and try to lower his rising temperature.

Though one may claim that thr effort was in vain. Supervillain writhed and squirmed under the invisible hellhound's breath. When alseep, eyelids would twitch as brows furrowed in discomfort. Hands clenched as whimpers escaped his hoarse throat, raw and pained.

During moments in which Supervillain was awake, he would melt into whatever touch Hero would offer him. His skin would shudder, Hero assumed it was do to the pain of her fingers on his sensitive skin more than semi-conscious reactions towards touch.

That would be assuming that Supervillain was touched starved, which would imply loneliness, and then in turn it would mean that he either lived alone or tortured for a long time.

And judging by the state of his shattered and utterly broken form, the second of the two was the more likely option.

Hero tried to keep him on a heavy and consistent dose of very, very strong painkillers. Every few hours, she would administer a needle to his elbow's vein, granting him an easier sleep. Though, based on his obvious distress, it seemed as if it only alleviated a small fraction of the agony.

Both of his legs were bound in large casts and elevated by a mound of pillows. His bare chest was wrapped in bandages to help support his shattered and bruised ribs. She was very worried that the bones were piercing his lungs, but she couldn't tell. One must hope for the best.

She stitched up the nasty gash on his temple right after she set his broken legs- an agonizing process that Supervillain passed out immediately from- and tried to use icepacks to lower the swelling and soothe the bruise.

Hero spread some carmex on Supervillain's lips. She hoped that it would heal seal the millions of tiny cuts and disinfect the big gashes.

Just then, Supervillain's eyes fluttered open. He groaned, his dull gaze shifting across the room.

"Hey bud," Hero ran her fingers over Supervillain's greasy cheek. He looked at her, eyes squinting, before leaning into the touch.

Hero smiled, bringing her hand to carress the back of his head. Tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes. Tears that meant either pain or joy or sadness... or all three at once.

Soon, Supervillain couldn't stop crying. He sobbed, chest rattling like a maraca as mucus streamed out of his nose. Hero grabbed a tissue and dutifully wiped it away.

Then she reached down and hugged him, mindful of his broken clavicle, until he fell back alseep.

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As the world caves in.

syposis : It was now or never. This was his only chance, never will he have another chance like this.

pairing : dreamwastaken x f.reader

tw : angst, sad, tradegy, death, mentions of death/suicide, mc going through a very rough time

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I fell on my knees, looking at my family laying on the floor, white foam and another odd colour of a substance coming out of their mouths. My hand started to tremble as I reached out for my little siblings hand. It was cold. I couldn't help, but sob. Looking at their faces made me weak, it was pale, way too pale and far from its original tone. Their expressions will be one that will be engraved with me, they looked somehow peaceful, if it wasn't for the foam, we could mistaken for them to be asleep.

I put my palm on their cheeks, taking in their features for the last time, they're so young, way too young. They barely lived. There's so much ahead of them. They were looking forward to their lives, I was supposed to watch them grow up and see them graduate. Watch them enjoy their lives and, maybe, them eventually becoming parents.

My head suddenly turned to my parents, I looked at their faces and both of them held a small smile with dried tears clearly noticeable on their faces. My eyes glanced down on their hands, they were hold each other's hands, with their wedding rings on. Another sob came out of my mouth and hoped that they were able to move on with their next life. I felt a tiny happy feeling inside of me, my parents were divorced and they separated, but seeing them like this.. It made me feel.. somehow happy.

My tears were never ending. They kept on falling as I let out a scream. It hurt. My family is gone, without me, and soon I too will be gone. But I did not wanted to go, not yet.. Not alone. I got up and grabbed a blanket, placing it over my family. I noticed one of our gardening flowers in the living room, it was withering, but I took it and placed it on top of the blanket.

"Thank you.. For everything. I hope you were able to move on. I love you all... May we meet again."

A hiccup escaped my mouth, I quickly wiped my tears even though they kept on coming. My eyes went to the TV, the timer kept on going down and flashing, reminding me the time I had left to live the life I couldn't live at its fullest. I clenched my jaw and threw the closest thing to me on it, which was a family frame and made my way to the front door, locking it, out of habit and looked at my house I've lived it for the past 18 years.

All the good and bad memories flashing in my head, finally arriving to the conclusion even if I mostly had downs, I've enjoyed many moments of it. I was still glad to be able to live, experiencing things, even though I would have experienced more. Then the feeling of regret came to me, I shouldn't have wasted the time and moments I locked myself up in my room.

"Goodbye... My memory box."

With that, I made my way to the usual hangout of my friends and I. There was one more thing I wanted to say to someone first. The thought of them gone came across my head and my walking became jogging then running. The people in the streets were wildly insane. Some celebrating, some were trying to loot places before entering their bunkers, some were making out, some were crying. There were too many things happening, it terrified me. The sirens started to go and a mix of screaming, cheering and crying could be heard.

"I don't have much time... I need to see him... Its- AHH!"

The sound of guns could be heard, people started to shoot each other and a bunch of troubled people descended their vehicles and screamed 'We're all going to die soon, give up your life already'. That sentence caused a havoc amongst the people, bodies started to flop on the ground and blood spattered everywhere, this made me run faster. I stop dead in my tracks as I came face to face with the silent guy in my physics class who I would always bring his favourite chocolate chips cookie. My hands immediately went up as soon as I saw the crossbow he was holding.

“Nerd.”

Every step he took, made me insides hurt me even more. I would always try to cheer him up or make him smile or even get to open up, in the end I would always be the one ending up talking about how much of a wuss I am when I would always fail to get along with him again. He came up to me, his long pink hair swaying by his side, I closed my eyes and waited for the agonizing pain, but it never came, instead, I was engulfed in a warm hug. My eyes shot wide open as I returned the hug and squeezed the man.

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me. You made me feel things that a normal teenager should feel. What do they call it? Fireflies? No, I think it was butterflies. But too bad, it’s time to say goodbye now. I do admit, I will miss your rants.”

“Techno-“

“Dave, now go. Go to him.”

“Dave… thank you.”

I felt him give a small peck on my cheek before he turns away gracefully, I fully took note of what he was wearing, it was beautiful. He was dressed as if he was a king or even a god, his red cape flowing through the wind perfectly. I smiled and continued my course. After making turns, I finally arrived to the hangout spot, my running turned into jogging then walking, then I finally stopped, seeing his tall figure and his signature long brown coat and beanie.

"Wil-"

There he was. Comforting her, whispering things in her ear. The both of them were sitting on the bench we made, so the whole gang could fit in it. She looked up to him, her tears still falling down. I saw him lean in and she did the same thing. My breathing stopped. My head and thoughts went numb. Both of their eyes closing, lips about to touch. Before I could see the action happen, I was turned around, my face making contact with a torso and my body embraced in a hug. My sobs were silenced by the loud sirens. It hurts. He knew I liked him, he knew and now he's there kissing Niki.

My best friend.

I confessed to him, only to have him tell me he wanted space to think. Niki knew I liked him as well, hell she was the one who helped me gather my courage to go confess to him. Was I that oblivious to not notice the sudden change in Wilbur's behaviour whenever he saw Niki close or the way he talked, always harsh to me, but always soft to Niki? And the look he held in his eyes when I'm with him, nothing but boredom and annoyance and when Niki showed up, his eyes would light up and smile immediately. He would always find a way to finis the conversation quickly so that he can go talk with her.

I was blinded by what I thought was love.

"Let it out.. Let it all out y/n."

I recognized who it was just by the sound of his voice. Clay. I hugged him tighter, before my knees gave up, the both of us ending up on the ground. Never once Clay let me go. His arms were around me in a protective manner, his hand caressing my back and felt him humming something, head still on his chest.

Clay.

The one who was always been there for me when I was at my lowest and needed someone. The one who always took me out of my cave of a room when I was sad. The one who would stay up all night to play games with me. The one who helped me the most when my older sibling died. The one who would encourage me to go hang out with Nick, George and him when the others were having a chill hangout when I wasn't invited. The one who always cheered me up when I was gloomy and unwell. The one who always visited me whenever I missed a day in school.

He was the one who truly cared about my health.

The only one who truly cared about me.

I looked up to him, taking in all his features for the first time. His freckles sprayed perfectly on his face, his blonde hair was displayed in a messy way, they were wavy, reminded me of Wilbur's. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long as ever, lips looking plum and nose looking boopable. He wore a simple outfit, jeans with black converse and his signature lime green hoodie with a smiley face of it. The small breeze made his hair slightly move to the wind and made his eyes open. Those beautiful emerald green eyes.

Oh, they were the prettiest colour I've ever seen. Just looking at them, I got lost in them. They would always gave me a sort of warm and welcoming feeling. How could've I not looked at him like this before? Never once I fully took in his features. Clay, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Why was I always focused on Wilbur?

When the one who truly cared for me, was always by my side?

A wave of guilt hit me, my vision becoming blurry ones again, Clay must've felt my shaking and heard my sobs once again. He looked down to me, eyes meeting each other's and a soft smile came across is beautiful face. I was no longer held in a hug, but his hands made contact with my cheeks, cupping them. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and put his forehead on mine. I found it selfish that I enjoyed this, Clay was always there for me and I wasn't able to pay his kindness.

"Clay... Why? You were always there for me, but.. I don't understand.. why?"

"It's you, y/n. It's always been you. I was head over heels for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. As we grew closer, I fell even more for you. Y/n, you're a wonderful woman, you're fucking gorgeous and you're amazing. Wilbur's a fucking asshole for not accepting you, the man fucked up and seeing you losing your smile.. It broke me. It fucking broke me. I didn't want you to lose that precious smile. You're an amazing person and you deserve the world, I.. I couldn't give you all of the things you deserve.

You went through so much and it always broke me seeing you unwell and unstable. I don't know how you do it... You're so fucking strong. After all that.. You still managed to keep a smile and be an optimist. I know that happy persona is nothing but a front, I know, trust me. — he paused for a moment, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear — Darling, you have no idea how lucky and happy I am to be able to see the real you. Every moment I spent with you, were the best moments in my life, Y/n."

I took in all of his words and played them in my head several times. I felt his thumb caressing my cheeks and hear him sniffle. I noticed the tears rolling down his face and this made something explode in my heart. I never saw Clay cry. Never once this man showed any sign of sadness or whatsoever before. Taking in on the fact that he was always on the one sided love destroyed me. He was making sure I was doing okay even though it meant to destroy him.

My thoughts were fighting against each other. All of the moments I have spent with Clay played in my head all over again. Remembering all of the times he would make me blush, because we would compliment me. The times were we would tease each other. The times were we would both pretend to be lovers just to be able to get 'couple discounts' and 'couple contests'. The moments I truly felt happy. And finally... The moment he would always make my heart skip a beat and give me butterflies. All of the thoughts led me to one conclusion that was written everywhere, all of the signs were there, but I was too blind actually see it...

Clay was the one I truly loved.

My eyes flickered to the object in the sky, slowly but quickly approaching us. I panicked and placed my hands on his cheeks. He looked at me in the eyes, his were red due to the crying and his expression was even more hard to take in. My breathing started to quicken, I shook my head, wanting to talk with him more, figure things out, but the object in the sky was making me stressed.

"Why..?! W..Why haven't you said anything Clay..?! I... Why only now??"

He looked up seeing the nukes coming closer and clenched his jaw. He once again faced me and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes immediately closed, suddenly forgetting about everything happening around us. Never wanting for this moment to end. When he pulled away, he pulled me back to reality. The sounds of the nukes coming was getting louder and louder. The lights started to blind my view.

"Clay.. Clay! N..No.. We can talk about this... I.. We can fix this... We can..."

Clay engulfed me in a hug, caressing me, trying to calm my horrified self. I clung onto the man whom I've realized, was the one. My cries were loud, I felt drops of water on my shoulder. He too was crying. Kissing my forehead on last time, he smile at me saying his final words.

"In another life... Maybe, it will be meant to be."

I looked at him for the last time, accepting my fate and gave him a genuine smile, for the first time.

"I love you."

unedited

published : June 20 2021, 4:40 am

modified : August 25 2021, 12:25pm

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