#why must this show put me in such constant pain

[elkdiaries]

nothing just the look in lucas’s eyes when max hands him back the tickets to his basketball game

#and then when he looked into the audience just checking one more time because all he wants is support from the people that he loves but #no ones there #i’m throwing up #why must this show put me in such constant pain #errrr #s4 rewatch #stranger things #stranger things 4 #lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #byler #< target audience

[phoenixblaze1412]

Heyy may I request dottore with a very sleepy (Fem/gn)Reader who always struggles with nightmares and staying awake

(idk what to do against my sleepiness :<)

Dottore, being a man of science, a doctor himself, has seen people go through various things. Whether it be painful to the person physically, mentally, or emotionally- he has seen it all. Even done it to others.

But when it comes to you, he wouldn't dare put you through that pain nor stress. So when he noticed something weird about your behavior. He has to know why.

Observation is always the first step a researcher must do in order to gather data. With his clipboard in hand, he watched you move around his office.

Subject: Y/N

Observations:

- Subject shows signs of lack of sleep due to the bags under their eyes.

- Subject has a hard time doing their assigned tasks; lack of focus, sluggish movements, constant yawning.

- When the Theta segment recommended them to sleep, subject reacted anxiously before declining their suggestion and stating they don't need it. Subject seems to be scared. Possibility that the subject is afraid of sleeping or something related to sleep?

Comments:

- Subject does not want to sleep due to something that is giving them constant fear. Best to question them on why they do not wish to sleep for almost a week now. Another solution is to give them a sedative that could help them recover the rest they needed.

After reviewing his notes for a second time and making sure he got everything, Dottore went off to find you.

"Darling?"

You hummed in reply, your tired eyes looking up at your partner. Dottore could only sigh when he saw the bags under your eyes becoming more worse by the day.

"Is there a reason on why you do not wish to slumber? I have noticed how you're struggling to even move around or speak due to your lack of rest. I suggest you tell me why, I'm beginning to worry that you might hurt yourself due to your fatigued mind."

You didn't give any replies, embarrassed about your reason. Already knowing that avoiding sleep would be pointless and the fatigue would catch up to you sooner. Your state couldn't even go unnoticed by the doctor himself.

So... how would you tell Dottore that you can't sleep due to your nightmares? Childish as it may, the constant horrific dreams you've been getting each day was the reason why you didn't bother to go back to sleep. Not even a wink or shuteye.

Without further delay, you decided to tell Dottore. The harbinger himself listening to every word, processing, even coming up with various solutions to at least comfort you. It's not really in his nature to do the latter but for you, he would do anything.

"Nightmares? And what, pray tell, are you having nightmares about? Is it due to the screams of the test subjects in their cells? The 'grotesque' view that others would find whenever I am in the middle of an experiment?"

Though the words he used may sound cold and blunt, the hand rubbing your head gave enough warmth and comfort. Dottore prefers to say things whatever it is.

What's the point of sugar-coating the truth when it's already in front of you, afterall? That is what Dottore would think.

Nevertheless, his actions does speak more than his words. He led you to sit on the couch he has in his office, letting you lean onto him as he gently pulled you by the waist to be closer to him while he listened to you vent out your nightmarish dreams.

"Is that so? I have a few suggestions that can be of help to you, darling. You see, I have concocted a little sedative, one that can easily make you fall asleep for.. let's say maybe twenty-four to thirty-six hours. Just enough to recover the rest you needed. I also have melatonin that could help you fall asleep. Hm.. maybe we should use them as a last resort."

Dottore had to be reminded that you cannot sleep due to your nightmares. Which caused him to stop in his rambles before crossing out the ideas he suggested.

He may have gotten a bit carried away.

You couldn't be upset at him, he is trying his best. It's the littlest things that matters, after all. Besides, he's never been in a serious relationship with anyone until you came into his life and you're probably the only one insane enough to even date the second harbinger.

"How about.. you sleep with me? You could use the rest too and I need someone to cuddle with so I don't get any nightmares."

"Cuddle? Darling, I am a doctor, a scientist. I may know the benefits of physical contact, hugging to be exact, to a person but I am not one to do such a thing--"

Dottore could even finish his sentence when you were already clinging onto him. Like a newborn to their parent, your arms were wrapped around the doctor's neck as you cuddled up to him. Said doctor could only lay stiffly on the couch, he really doesn't know what to do, you even pinned him down to the furniture and got into a position where you both would be comfortable. His fingers were twitching to flip the positions, with you laying on the couch instead so he could return to his work.

But you felt so warm and soft and so vulnerable even--

No. Bad. Keep yourself in check, Dottore.

"If you don't want to cuddle then it's alright. I can go back to my room."

Before you could even move away, Dottore kept you in place. His arms circling around your waist to keep you from getting out of his hold as he leaned his chin on top of your head. Luckily he wasn't wearing his mask or else it could have poked your eye.

"If this will be of help to let you sleep easier without anymore nightmares then go on ahead. You do know that the brain could eat itself if it lacks sleep for a long time."

You could only laugh in amusement at the information. Dottore would always tell science facts here and there whenever he is doing something very affectionately. It's an easy way to hide how flustered he is.

Your eyes started to feel heavy as you nuzzled more into Dottore's warmth. You felt something soft pressed against your forehead along with a small hum from the man holding you, causing you to smile as you slowly entered a deep slumber. Dottore's words being the last thing that you hear before entering your dreamland, this time, no more nightmares.

"Go to sleep now, darling. I'll be here till you wake up. I won't leave you alone with your nightmares this time."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore #dottore x reader #zandik x reader #il dottore #female reader #gender neutral reader #il dottore x reader

[sturniololoco]

Game Day (Hurt)

Sturniolo little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets 

Warnings: broken bones, pain, etc.

Summary: SLS has a lacrosse game, but gets hurt and her brothers take care of her.

UNEDITED

SLS’s POV

Getting checked on the wrist with a lacrosse stick defiantly does not feel good. Thats why I’m sitting the backseat of the car next to Nick, while Matt drives us to the hospital. Chris is here too.

My right wrist bent lol the way down and set crooked to the right. Silent tears were running down my face as I lean into Nick, but I wasn’t crying because of my wrist.

“You know what I would have done to that bitch if coach Haden’s subbed me out? I woulda wacked that girls head off with my stick like it was a fuckin’ baseball. I would have-“

“SLS/N, why don’t you stop worrying about your revenge plot and start worrying about what color cast your gunna get, because your wrist is snapped in two. Hmm? How does that sound?” Chris said sarcastically.

This only upset me more.

I groaned and hurried my head into my brother’s chest, Nick rubbed my back soothingly and he gave Chris a quick death stare.

The tears were no longer silent, as I started to notice the pain in my arm, wrist, and fingers.

-

we pulled into the hospital parking lot ad parked in the first spot we found, then rushed inside.

Matt, Chris, and I sat on a couch in the waiting room, while Nick checked me in at the front desk. Chris rubbed my leg comfortingly, wile I leaned into Matt, tears still trickling down my face, but they were back to being silent.

A few minuets later, Nick came back and kneeled in front of me, saying,

“The wait time is only about 15 minuets, okay? You’ll be okay baby, just hang in there for a little bit longer.”

I nodded, giving him the best smile I could muster in my current state. He gave a sympathetic smile in return then stood next to Matt.

-

“SLS/N STURNIOLO?” A lady came into the room and called my name. We stood up and followed her to the back.

She weighed me, checked my height, and took my blood pressure, before laving and telling us the doctor will be in soon.

I was sitting on the medical table, while Matt and Chris sat in the chairs. Nick stood next to me.

The Doctor came in and told me to follow him to the x-ray room.

-The x-rays came back, showing that I had a broken wrist and pinky finger on my right arm.

“Alright Ms Sturniolo, which color would you like?” The doctor asked me, holding out a box of colored canvas like material. “I’m, can I have that one please?” I say, pointing the the light orange in the center of the box.

Chris let’s put a soft yes and sticks his tongue out at Matt and Nick. I giggle at my brother while the doctor started making my cast.

-

The doctor prescribed me pain medicine and we picked it up on the way home. However, I did not feel it working.

Laying in my bed, I could not fall asleep, feeling the constant prickling pain in your arm. The only thing that was distracting me from my pain was how freezing cold my room was.

I get up to grab a sweatshirt from my closet. I even got the whole thing over my head with one arm, only to find out that the sleeve was too small to fit over my cast. Getting frustrated I slump down on my bed.

but then I get an idea.

I head up the stairs, all the way to the top floor to Nick’s room. I hear soft voices talking, meaning that all three of my brothers must be in there.

I push open the door to see Nick sitting cris cross on the floor with his computer, probably editing, and Chris was laying next to him. Matt was scrolling on his phone, laying on Nick’s bed.

without even asking, I walk over to Nick’s closet and grab a black sweatshirt that had the pastel Sturniolo logo on it, and put it on.

I walk over to the bed and crawl up next to Matt, snuggling into his side.

“Hey baby, you okay?” He says, rubbing my back lightly. I was in an odd position due to my cast, which was sticking straight up in the air.

I hum in response. To be honest I didn’t feel that great. The pain just didn’t seem to go away, even with the medicine. I feel the tears from earlier stabbing at the back of my eyes and throat.

Matt must of noticed, because he pulled me closer to him and kissed the top of my head, carful to avoid hitting my right arm.

Then Chris jumped up.

“oh my gosh imma genius. Wait here, I’ll be right back!” He ran over, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then bolted out of the room and down the stairs. Matt and I giggled, while Nick shook his head.

-

Chris came back with four bowls, four spoons, and the tub of ice cream from the downstairs freezer.

“I’m baaaaaack!” He sing-songed as he walked back in. He put ice cream into my bowl and brought it over to me.

“For you, my lady.” Chris said in a fake posh accent, bowing and kissing my hand. I laughed and said.

“why thank you, kind sir.” Using the same accent he did.

We all ate our ice cream and joked and laughed. At one point, Chris and Nick started reenacting the dance sene from beauty and the beast.

-

Not long after, we realized it had gotten pretty late.

“I’m going to head to bed.” Matt said grabbing my bowl and his. “You coming Chris?”

Chris stood up and grabbed his bowl and Nicks, but not before coming over and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“you gunna say here, bud?” He said, covering me up in Nick’s blanket.

“umm, can I Nick?” I asked, craning my neck to look at my brother, who was now closing up his computer and turning off his lights.

“of course sweetheart.” He says climbing into bed. Chris and Matt finish their goodnights and head to Matt’s room, closing the door behind him.

I snuggle into Nick, and drift off to sleep. My pain had finally gone away from my mind, having a fun night with my brothers, after a kind crappy day.

sorry this was kinda bad yall. I wrote this in and hour 😭😂❤️

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo imagine #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

[bunnakit]

ok i'm finally doing it, i'm finally making one of my posts about The Sign because i can't take it anymore

Phaya and Tharn's constant back and forth has quickly become something I'm addicted to. Normally something like this would irritate me in almost any other show with any other context but with Phaya and Tharn it makes me lose my mind in the best way.

From episode 1 we see the way Phaya's very touch affects Tharn, the way his eyes roll back in his head and he instinctively melts back against him.

Every part of Tharn reacts to Phaya, Phaya calls to him in a way Tharn can't wholly resist, even in the most absurd of circumstances.

Tharn is drawn to Phaya like a moth (or a cold snake) to a flame. At every turn his drunken self and his subconscious reaches out for Phaya, craves him in a way Tharn can't suppress no matter how hard he tries.

Even when Phaya is stealing a kiss in the garden Tharn leans forward, almost imperceptibly, to meet Phaya in the middle because he wants. He can't let himself have this, but he wants it so badly it must feel like a crawling sensation under his skin, this craving to allow himself to have this, to steal whatever little moments he's allowed.

Even in his dreams he tilts his head just slightly, offers himself and his submission to Phaya's searing touch.

Every part of him is screaming to close the gap he insists on creating, to reach out and take what is being offered to him on a proverbial silver platter. He wanders the Garden of Eden and with each step the temptation of the Apple grows stronger. All he has to do is reach out his hand and take it but if he does he knows the Apple will rot. This is not a risk he's willing to take, not when it comes to Phaya, because Phaya is far too precious.

But even at his most vulnerable, his most exposed, he reaches out for Phaya, curls around him, and once again leans into his every touch - Because touching Phaya feels like coming home. There's something so deeply ingrained in them, this feeling of safety, of belonging that they foster in each other. Their souls reach out for each other and cling to every ounce of contact they receive, drifting to this warmth and light between them.

At every moment Tharn is called towards his true north. Phaya is like a warm balm on his heart that has been alone far too long. In trying to protect Phaya Tharn only serves to hurt them both, to deprive them each of something they desire on a level neither will probably ever understand. They're two halves, separate and broken, begging to be slotted back together and made whole again.

They make me feel so much, they have so much to overcome, so much hurt and tragedy and pain, but there's so, so much love just waiting to be seized. I absolutely cannot wait.

By the way, if you put these lyrics of 'Save Me' by Noah Kahan in context of Phaya Tharn it will make you partially insane (maybe that's just me)

Why do you keep reaching for my hand? Do you see something I can't? Why do you try to save me? This fate is well deserved I only make things worse Why do you try to save me? Have I served my sentence? Learned my lesson? Healed those wounds from my indiscretions? I don't know

#bunn meta #the sign #the sign the series #phayatharn #bunn gifs #yes i can and will apply a random song to every one of my blorbos #userjamiec

[thatfuckinjester]

Someone asked for my snap as a joke today so uh, here's me projecting onyo Phantom cause why the hell not:

(Set in a ghouls were human before becoming ghouls universe)

When Phantom was human, he often got asked out as a joke, a cruel joke. He didn't think much of it until he got older, then it started bothering him. Constant thoughts of "Maybe if I looked better it wouldn't be a joke." Or if he was watching a tv show or movie and someone got married, instead of thinking "I can't wait for that to be me." He thought, "That will never be me."

He died an unfortunate death in a car accident, leaving him to never truly have had love as a human. In the put, it's no different. He's still alone. No pack wants a clueless kit that's just an extra mouth to feed.

So when he's summoned, he thinks, "It'll be the same." So when he's genuinely offered physical affection (hugs, kisses, ect), he declines. He declines even quicker when asked to be in the pack. He's seen how they act together. That's not the treatment he gets. It must be a joke, right?

When he finds out it's not, he still has a hard time believing that any of his packmates actually want him.

-🤭

i'm actually gonna throw hands. you're one of the loveliest people i know. i hope this will make you feel a bit better <3 i'm sending all the hugs to you

TW: a flashback to phantom's death (as described in the ask), low self esteem, self hate, self doubt

when phantom got summoned it was like dying again, he doesn't remember much from his life, he remembers the feeling of dying though, how it went down.

he could faintly hear the radio, that song that he didn't know the words of, the way that car crashed into his, the way his head spinned, they way everything hurt, and then hurt even more.

being summoned was maybe even worse, but just like death, he got through it.

and he got a friend out of it, she said her name is aurora, and phantom think it suits her, the way she is just so, there is no other word to it but, her. he adores her, loves her even, and sometimes he just wishes he was enough for her to just like him.

it started in a subtle way, she held his hand when they were walking through the den, and then she did it again, and again, until it became part of a routine for phantom.

and that's when she stopped doing it.

he looked at the place between them, at aurora's hand, as he felt his heart shutter just that tiny bit.

he know that he felt that before, as a human. he knows that he died alone, unloved, that's why, when phantom got his name, He told him that he'll always have the stars with him. that phantom will never be alone.

but in the pit nobody wanted him, they loved to tease him im that curle way too, making him feel like he was finally a part of a pack just to wake up alone and left without nothing.

it never felt like he was among the stars, it just hurts.

and so he left his hand in his pocket, until he stopped walking with aurora, it's okay, even though it pained him, she was still so happy without him there, she probably never wanted to hold his hand in the first place. he isn't the kind to be loved just because.

but then aurora started to look for him, and it wasn't just her too, it was the other multi ghoul too. swiss and aurora didn't like that he was alone almost every hour of every day, they wanted to be around him for some stupid reason that they haven't told him yet.

and then, one morning when he walked through the den, sleep still holding on to him, aurora walked towards him, she wanted to get breakfast together she said, and she tried to hold his hand again. he didn't let her, phantom untangled their hands in less than a minute and buried his in the pocket of his sleep pants. he isn't the type anyone would want to hold hands with, not even in a completely friendly way, and especially not in a romantic way.

and in the end swiss held her hand, and phantom felt nauseous.

then came mountain, he's a nice giant, he's quite around too many people, but when it's just the pack he loves talking.

phantom was asked to work in the greenhouse, especially because the infirmary was too familiar to him, made him start to remember bits of his life as a human. and besides, mountain is nice to be around.

or at least it was like that before he called him "bug".

the first time it happened, they were near their rooms and phantom just turned around and locked himself on his room for the night. he didn't know why he was crying.

the second and last time it happened was in the greenhouse, the nickname came out so easily, so naturally, from mountain's mouth that phantom felt like he was going to cry again, because what if mountain calls him that to the others? or what if he just want phantom to trust him, to be his bug, just to squeeze him down like an actual bug, to remind him that he'll never be loved in any way?

all he says is "please don't call me that." and keeps working, not seeing mountain's sad eyes and how they follow him until the night comes.

then there was dewdrop. he's a strange one.

when phantom and aurora were summoned he told them that he's just hurt, he doesn't want to take any of this on them, he'll come around sooner than later, it's not their fault.

but phantom knows it is his own fault, because aurora and dewdrop became friends, pack, already. phantom hadn't.

he isn't a part of the pack, not like it bothers him anymore, he knows how to not be a part of a pack. and dew is still so cold to him.

so yes, it is phantom's fault, and he knows it well.

and maybe that's why tonight confused him so much.

he was just sitting in the garden, just resting a bit, just being by himself like he always was, when a sibling of sin came to him, the sibling looked nice enough, so phantom stayed put.

and then the sibling started talking, telling a bit about themselves, before asking phantom about himself, but phantom wasn't in the mood for words so he just shrugged, that's when the sibling came closer to him.

"you're pretty..." they said, their hands holding phantom's mask, as if they wanted to lift it before they let it go, "... pretty useless." they sighed tiredly, and phantom's eyes widened.

he is pretty useless, isn't him? not bonding with the pack, not being good enough to be in the pack, not even being able to love himself, so why should others love him? he isn't just useless, he's completely worthless, damaged good except he was never good, so maybe just damaged.

but then something, someone, growled from behind him, and the next thing he knows is the the sibling is on the ground and dew's hair swinging behind him as he jumped on them, his eyes locked on phantom's and something in them was just.....

#jester rumbling #lovely 🤭 anon #the loveliest 🤭 anon #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #aurora #aurora ghoulette #swiss #swiss ghoul #mountain #mountain ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

The Cute One With the Glasses

Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader

Description: When you have to take the little girl you look after to the hospital, you're never expecting to find someone who you'd definitely like to see again. Little do you know that he wants to see you just as much as you do him.

Themes: Hospitals, Toddlers, Injured Toddlers, Mentioned Injuries, Broken Bones

Word Count: 3400

A/N: Hiya, everyone! I've been working on this idea off and on for a couple of months and finally finished it! I don't know why, but I've been on a real Bob kick recently. So have this ridiculously fluffy, cute fic! Thanks to @sarahsmi13s who read over this fic for me and caught one huge plot hole!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted Here!

My Masterlist

You can feel the panic clawing at you, sinking wickedly sharp claws into your lungs as you force yourself to put one step in front of the other. Your only other focus as you walk is to keep from jostling the small, slight form in your arms.

“You're going to be okay, sweetheart, I promise.” You mutter the words with each step you take, a constant litany that soothes your frenzied mind and valiantly tries to push back the panic. But it doesn’t work. You feel like you're drowning as you scribble out her name in the emergency room, Ivy Seresin, in your looping, jagged handwriting. Your charge is valiant as she grits her teeth, big green eyes glistening with tears as you carefully settle her into your lap after filling out the papers. Her dad is going to murder you for this. When he gets out of his jet and can hear the frantic voicemails you left him, he’s going to march down to the base hospital and fire you.

After all, what kind of babysitter are you? You’d walked into the house for only a couple of minutes to answer the phone. You had rushed back out to the shrieks and squeals of a little girl in pain, lying stunned under the colossal backyard playset her dad built for her when she could walk. You’d bundled her into the car the minute you realized, your mind racing at a million miles per hour while doing your best not to jostle her arm. She sobs wearily into your chest, her soft blonde hair mussed and tangled.

“Miss Seresin?” You startle out of your thoughts, the nurse’s voice pulling you from where you’d been cuddling Ivy. “The doctor will see you now.”

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Your voice is wobbly as you carefully stand up with Ivy in your arms. “The doctor’s going to make you feel much better, and I bet your daddy will be right here before the doctor’s done looking at your arm!”

You feel strung tight, close to tears, even though you’re not hurt at all. Big drops spill from Ivy’s eyes as you set her down on the hospital bed, her small form looking even smaller when the bed is so much larger than she is. It’s made worse when she won’t let you go, either. Her uninjured hand is fisted securely in your soft t-shirt. This is the stalemate the nurse sees when she walks in. She’s a beautiful brunette with a pert upturned nose and a sweet smile on her face. 

“Hello. I’m here to see a Miss Ivy Seresin?” Her voice is as musical as you expect it to be. “And that must be this pretty little girl here?” 

To your surprise, Ivy nods just once before burying her face into your side. Ivy’s not what you’d call shy. Like her father, she’s the life of the party, bold as brass and far more charming. Normally, she’d have leapt at the chance to show someone just how sweet she is.

“Ivy, it’s alright,” you try to wheedle with the toddler who rules your every waking moment. “The nice nurse is just trying to look at your booboo.”

“Yeah!” You smile when the nurse jumps in. “I’m Nurse Willis, and your momma is perfectly right. I just want you to tell me where the booboo hurts!”

Ivy sniffles before finally revealing her little tear-streaked face. Her voice is petulant as she says, “This isn’t my momma. This is Lia. She’s my, uh….”  

Ivy’s little face scrunches up in thought, “my baby-keeper?”

“I see…” You shrug at the laughter in the nurse’s voice. You’d normally be giggling, too, if you weren’t so worried about your charge. “Well, then. It’s a pleasure to meet you both, Miss Ivy and Miss Lia.”

“Now then, Miss Ivy. Can I please take a look at your arm?” The little girl seems to be thinking, but then you see an all too familiar stubborn mood set in like storm clouds.

“No!” The explosion of sound is too loud and quite shrill, and you’re sure half the Emergency Department hears it. “I’m not letting you touch me until I see my daddy!”

“Honey,” You sink onto the bed next to Ivy and try to convince her. “Your daddy had to fly in his jet today. I called him when we were on our way to the hospital, remember?”

But Ivy just glowers in response. 

“His secretary, Josie, picked up the phone. She promised she’d tell your Daddy what happened.”

When the glowering turns into more of those heart-wrenching sobs, you wince and pull out your phone again. You only see the glowing numbers telling you the time - no messages or voicemails. In all honesty, you don’t see a thing from her dad.

“Hey, Ivy.” You soothe, letting the little girl crawl into your lap, uncaring of how much mud is on her shoes as they compact painfully with your shins. Her shoulders shake as she wets your t-shirt with tears and snot. You carefully rub your hand up and down her back in soothing, gentle motions. “Your daddy will be here as soon as he sees my messages! I promise. He’s probably on the way to the hospital right now!”

But your gentle encouragements don’t seem to work. Soon enough, Ivy’s tears stall. But she still doesn’t trust the friendly Nurse as she tries to take her vitals. That’s the scene that the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen walks into. Ivy’s standing on the hospital bed, stomping her favorite patent leather shoes into the paper liner on the bed, streaking mud on the pristine white. Nurse Willis is sitting on a stool with a clipboard, stifling giggles behind her hand. You, on the other hand, are standing at the side of the bed with a hand on Ivy’s back to make sure she doesn’t fall. Your hair is escaping your braid, your t-shirt is irreparably stained with yogurt from Ivy’s mid-morning snack from before the accident, and you’re wearing mismatched socks and sandals.

The doctor, on the other hand, is resplendent in a khaki uniform, with his dark hair coiffed off of his forehead and a shy smile on his face. He’s wearing big glasses on thin silver frames, and if you didn’t find him incredibly handsome before, you do now. But your reaction to the handsome doctor has nothing on Ivy’s. She gasps, squeals, and practically leaps out of bed before launching herself into his arms.

“Uncle Bob!” Now you’re sure you have whiplash. It’s night and day: Ivy’s reaction to the nurse versus her reaction to the Doctor.

“Hi, my Ivy Girl!” His voice is gruff and sweet as he gathers Ivy up, careful to avoid jostling her arm.

“Where’s my daddy?” You can practically hear the pout in her voice.

“He’s on his way, I promise he is.” As he eases into the room and sets Ivy down on the bed, it hurts a little at how he seems able to calm the little girl down with just a few words. When Nurse Willis can finally start taking Ivy’s vitals, you slump into the hard-backed plastic chair with a sigh of relief.

“It’s nice to meet you, Doctor.” Your voice is quiet as Ivy finally begins to behave for the nurse.

“Oh,” He’s blushing as he takes the other plastic chair. “I’m not a doctor.”

He clears his throat a little as the flush rises. “I work with Jake, uh, Captain Seresin.”

“When Josie came by with your message for him, I got on comms and told him I’d come to the hospital to make sure Ivy was alright.”

His voice is soft and musical, and despite yourself, you find yourself leaning in closer to him, needing to hear more. His cheeks go pink under your gaze, eyes darting between you and Ivy. He follows behind you and Ivy as the Doctor leads her to get X-rays done. Nurse Willis follows you as well, flirting with Bob with everything she’s worth. 

“Thank you for coming down here like this.” Your voice is quiet as you sit once again in the hard plastic chairs in the ER.

His lips purse like he’s going to say something, and you’re hanging on his every word. Then Ivy is squealing, and the doctor’s trying to get her to sit back down, and it’s chaos. The source of that chaos? The one and only Captain Jake Seresin, Ivy’s favorite person in the whole wild world. Your charge is crying again, big crocodile tears dripping down her cheeks as she plays up her pain with big green eyes and pink cheeks.

In all the commotion, you lose your chance to talk to Bob again. Once Ivy is down for the night, what feels like hours and many sparkly stickers on her little cast later, you march your way down into the bright, airy Seresin kitchen. It feels like you’re marching to the gallows. Nannying a four-year-old girl was not in your five-year plan when you graduated with your Master’s degree. Go figure a degree in Ancient History hasn’t gotten you many marketable skills. 

A friend of your parents had recommended you to Ivy and her dad. It’s a pretty sweet deal, honestly. Room and Board, a generous salary, and all the time in the world to yourself when Ivy’s with her dad. The only caveat was how when Ivy wanted you, boy did she really want you. At times, you called her your little dictator in a toddler’s body because sometimes the only way to stave off a meltdown was to give her what she wanted, within reason. 

Jake takes one look at you and pushes one of the mugs he’s holding into your hands. “Why do you look so sad, kiddo?”

“I’m so sorry, Captain Seresin.” The apologies spill out of your mouth like an unending fountain. 

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, kid.” He sighs as he slumps into his chair. The stress of the day seems to exude from his pores as his fingers tap on the mug.

“Ivy’s strong. You did everything right. You made sure she was safe, that she wasn’t in too much pain, and you got her the medical care she needed.”

Something is haunting in his eyes as he stares down into his mug. “I’m glad you were there. It scared the shit out of me when Josie told me to book it to the hospital. When she said it was Ivy, my mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusions. A broken arm is nothing in comparison to everything that went through my mind.”

You blink and push your chair out with a squeal, pulling the Cheetos from their hiding place in cupboards Ivy can’t reach. It sounds like what the Captain and you both need is some comfort junk food. Coupled with Jake Seresin’s Famous Hot Chocolate™, you’re sure to be comforted.

“I’m still sorry, Captain Seresin.”

“Seriously, kid. I’ve told you to call me Jake probably a hundred times in the past year. When are you finally going to listen to me?”

“Maybe one more time will do it?” Your voice is cheeky as you plunk the bowl of Cheetos on the table equidistant between the Captain and you.

“Fuck, the Cheetos? Seriously?” Jake drags his hand down his face. You’re never going to tell him that you only call him Captain because it pisses him off. You’ve been thinking of him by his name since practically the day you met him and Ivy both. “You know there will be hell to pay if Ivy comes down here looking for one of us and sees these.”

“She’s knocked out after a long, painful day. Her stomach is full of Cheese Pizza and the good painkillers. Baby Girl will be just fine!”

He snorts, picking through the crunchy fried corn sticks for one that’s perfectly coated in artificial cheese dust. 

“So….” His voice makes shivers slide down his spine. It should be illegal for a man to look as devious as he does holding a Cheeto. “I saw how you were looking at our dear old Baby on Board at the hospital, kid.”

“When are you going to make the moves on him?”

“Ummm….” You roll your eyes at him. “How about never?”

“Why never?” He crunches down on the treat while ignoring how neon-orange powder sheds across the pristine kitchen table you’re both sitting at. 

“Because he’s gorgeous. And sweet. And kind.” You’re whining as you sip on your hot chocolate, quiet because Ivy wakes up even if the dog walks past her door with clanking tags. “He’s so far out of my league it isn’t even funny.”

“Did you see how that nurse was batting her eyelashes at him?”

“So?” Jake’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. “You were batting your eyelashes too, kid. And Bob looked absolutely besotted with you. Even when you were wearing socks and sandals.”

“Tell you what. I’ll pay for your first date with Bob if you write him a flirty little note and make him some cookies.”

“Only if I make him cookies?”

“No, if you make him cookies and ask him out on a date. If he says yes, I will pay for your date.”

“What if he says no?”

“I’ll get you whatever you want.”

“Even one of those ridiculously overpriced mud pack spa days with Nix?”

“Fuck,” He covers his eyes with his hand, uncaring of his orange-coated fingers. “You’ve got a deal, kid. I don’t know why I encouraged your friendship with our neighborhood firebird, but you’ve got a deal.”

Captain Jake Seresin is known for being cheerful on base. He's never without a grin and toothpick. The day after he rushes off because his daughter is in the hospital, he comes in holding a pair of Tupperware containers in his hands, whistling on his way to his office. The Top Gun class scurries out of his way when they see him coming. When Captain Seresin is smiling it means they’re in for rough skies and he’s likely to get tone on each of their jets at least twice. The Daggers aren’t quite so worried. Over the years since the Uranium Mission they’ve seen the changes in their once rash, reckless friend. Ivy was a big instrument for that change. So was the nanny he’d hired two weeks after he found out about his daughter.

In the two years since then, Jake Seresin’s life has been ruled by his two girls, his daughter and the woman he considers a little sister. He’s notoriously overprotective of them both. He’s still teasing and abrasive, but it’s softened. Thankfully, he hasn’t treated Natasha any different than before while at work. There’s a bit more respect in his tone, but that’s about it. And she trusts him now, trusts him with her life in a way she never did before. Right now, though, Jake Seresin is focusing the brunt of his attention on her WSO. 

Bob’s changed a lot over the years too. He’s still quiet and thoughtful, the type to have a hundred thoughts hidden behind his stormy blue eyes even as he says one. Now he’s bolder, and more confident. He holds his own amongst the personalities of the Dagger squad. She knows he considers Jake a friend now. Little Ivy Seresin adores him too, chattering on and on about her Uncle Bob any and every chance she gets. 

All this to say, Nat knows her WSO pretty well. He’d do anything for his friends, which is why he’d run to see if Ivy was alright the day before when she was in the hospital and Jake was flying. It’s his face when he came back which was new. He’d looked starstruck, far away. There was a persistent flush to his cheeks and Nat wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t want to know why. Obviously Seresin’s got a very clear idea for what’s bothering her unusually taciturn WSO. The two men chat for a little bit, Jake growing more and more animated and cheerful as Bob flushes with big eyes behind his BCGs.

The conversation culminates in Jake handing Bob one of the Tupperware containers. There’s a page on top of the box. Even from halfway across the room, Nat can see the way his cheeks flush even more when he opens the paper and reads the words on it. She’s stalking forward before her plans to be an absolute terror have even solidified in her mind.

“So, Bobby!”

He startles at the chipper sound of her voice, glasses tipping down his nose and his mouth a little oh.

“Whatcha got there?”

If her voice didn’t have the other Daggers gathering around their bespectacled colleague and friend before, they’re definitely gathering around now.

 “Cookies, Nix.” There’s a catch in his voice, his shoulders hunching protectively over the note and the tupperware box.

“I can see that, Bobby boy!”  The smile she shares with Rooster is anything but innocent. “But who gave you the cookies?”

“Bagman.”

That’s all the information Nat gets out of her tight-lipped WSO. A few hours later, she’s sweaty and mussed in her flight suit and trailing behind him. Now, she finally sees the note.

Hi Bob,

I confess, I don’t really know your name. Jake refers to you as Baby on Board, and I know your callsign is Bob. Is that actually your first name? As much as I’d love to interrogate Jake one day as to why he calls you Baby on Board, I think I’d like to get to know you a bit better. I've been calling you ‘The Cute one with the Glasses’ in my head since we met.

I don’t know if you remember me, the absolute mess wearing socks and sandals at the hospital the other day. Jake basically ordered me to make you cookies to thank you for calming Ivy down, and well, you know Jake. If I said no, he would’ve made my life miserable. 

All words about completely melodramatic Seresins aside, I did want to thank you. Ivy was seconds away from a snotty, tear-filled meltdown when you walked through that door. I was seconds away from joining her.

You’re something special, Uncle Bob. Ivy adores you, and you know Jake adores you too, no matter how much shit he gives you. I know I made a less than favorable first impression at the hospital yesterday, what with the yogurt on my shirt and Ivy screaming and everything. But would you maybe want to grab coffee sometime?

Lia

XXX-XXX-XXXX

“So, you’re going out with Lia, right?” 

He snorts as he opens the Tupperware container and offers Nat a cookie. 

“You just want all the dirt on our relationship, if we get there, don’t you?” 

Her voice is a little muffled by sweet buttery cookie goodness, the slightly bitter chocolate melting on her tongue when she responds. “Of course I do!”

“I’ve been wanting you to ask Lia out for months!” 

Bob blinks, blue eyes widening behind his frames as Nat grabs another cookie while gesticulating wildly.

“You’ve been starstruck from that first barbecue years ago. But you never got close to her. I don’t think you’ve actually spoken to her in the two years of squadron events. It figures that she asked you out thanks to some pushing from Bagman, because she’s just as shy as you are.”

“She thought I was the doctor in the hospital yesterday.”

Nat grins at the look on her WSO’s face. “Well, it makes sense. You keep hiding behind Rooster or Javy or Payback when we’re at the Seresins and she’s around. It’s about time she noticed you.”

Bob snorts, “Well, it’s a good thing I messaged her already and agreed to meet up for coffee.”

“So you better get Jake to foot the bill for the best date you can give her!”

As if she even has to say that. Nat’s sure her WSO is just as enraptured as her friend is. Bob will be good for Lia, she knows it. Of course she’s going to give them shit. That’s her prerogative as Bob’s best friend and pilot. But she’d be surprised if they didn’t work out. After all, if any two people would be perfect together it would be Bob and Lia.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

hiii i’m thinking you do 1/4/25 with rafe!!

maybe rafe and y/n broke up but rafe really didn’t have a say bc the reader broke up with bc he was toxic and or bc of drugs and he rlly misses her and constantly try’s to get her back, and then maybe the story can end in soft smut.?

if you don’t choose to do that it’s ok!! ❤️❤️

 ‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you.’’ + ‘’Tell me this love is worth the fight.’’ + ‘’Don’t push me away.’’

I sort of forgot about the smut part, I'm sorry anon

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Spring was coming up, so you were helping your parents getting the country club ready for the new golfing season.

You spend the whole afternoon at the golf shop and the adjacent stock room, tidying the rental equipment and ensuring nothing was missing or broken. The person who put everything away last fall did a terrible job and now you were the one fixing their job.

After sundown, there was a knock on the glass door of the golf shop. You turned around, expecting your dad, but instead your gaze fell on a pair of blue eyes you hadn’t seen in a long time. Your throat went dry, unable to look away from him as he walked in.

‘’W-what are you doing here?’’

Your question could come off as rude, but you were genuinely confused to see him at the country club. His whereabouts of the past months were unknown to you, but you knew he had left the island since he didn’t attend Ward’s birthday dinner event or the annual golf tournament.

‘’I'm visiting for Wheezie's birthday.’’

Visiting. That confirmed he had moved out.

‘’How are you doing?’’ you asked. He looked more posed and clear-headed than the last time you saw him.

A soft smile curled on his face. ‘’Better than I ever was.’’ His smile fell and he pulled his eyebrows together while biting his lip. ‘’I…I’ve been to rehab in Charleston. I haven't touched any drugs in six months.’’

The last time you and Rafe spoke was about his addiction. That conversation — and the bag of cocaine you found in his jacket — had been the final nail to the coffin for your relationship. Addiction changes a person and cocaine had turned Rafe into a completely man; the person you called your boyfriend was no longer the man you fell for. You put up with it for a while, knowing the real Rafe was underneath, but the mood swings, the irritability, the constant lying and the violent behaviors had led to your and Rafe's end.

Now, he was standing before you, sober.

‘’That’s great, Rafe,’’ you said, proud of him. Recovering from addiction must not be easy.

‘’Yeah.’’ He fidgeted with the sleeve of his gray zip up, seeming a bit nervous. ‘’I'm seeing a therapist now. She's good.’’

‘’That’s great.’’

‘’It's strange to be home. To see all that I left behind, all that I ruined.’’ His eyes shifted to you. ‘’In rehab, we’re encouraged to apologize to the ones we hurt during our addiction. My mind would always go to you.’’ He stepped forward, closer to you, and took your hands in his. ‘’I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.’’

You glanced down at your hands together. You missed the physical contact.

‘’I need to stop trying to please my dad and go live my life. So, here I am, trying to gain back what I’ve sabotaged.’’ He brought your intertwined hands up to his mouth and kissed them. ‘’Give me — us — a second chance.’’

‘’I don’t know, Rafe…’’ You stepped away, but Rafe didn’t let you.

‘’Don’t push me away. I get why you did it the last time and it was a valid reason, but what drove us apart is no longer part of my life.’’

It would be so easy to fold and give him a second chance, but you had given Rafe so many second chances that you weren’t sure if you wanted to take the risk again. He was sober now, but a lot of addicts fall back into their old demons.

‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you. And I know you do too. If you didn’t, you would’ve told me to go away when I showed up at the door.’’

You sighed, torn between listening to your heart or protecting yourself from another possible-coming wave of pain. ‘’Of course I still love you, but—’’ 

 ‘’Then give us a second chance. Tell me this love is worth the fight.’’

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[bakudekublogblog]

Katsuki is so fucking sick of hospital rooms. He hates the heavy scent of antiseptic, the too-starchy pillows, the way the bed crackles every time he moves. He hates the white-popcorn walls that he’s forced to stare at through the haze of heavy medication. And he fucking despises the plastic tube shoved up his nose with the quiet, but constant, beeping of several machines keeping tabs on his vitals. Everything about it sucks. The only slightly redeeming quality about this particular hospital stay is that he and Izuku are sharing the same room. Apparently, after Katsuki’s tantrum the last time they both nearly died, the nurses figured it was best for everyone if Izuku was put directly in Katsuki’s line of vision. And so there he is, still knocked out in his hospital bed opposite Katsuki’s. Half his head wrapped in gauze, face swollen with purple bruises, he’s bandaged just about everywhere, but he’s alive. Katsuki is too riddled with pain meds to do much other than stare at him across the room. But at least Izuku is there, hooked up to a heart-monitor, softly proving that he’s still breathing. Which gives Katsuki’s battered heart some much needed relief. 

Izuku still hasn’t woken up, though. Stupid, sleepy bastard. Always fucking sleeping when Katsuki is awake. How the fuck has Katsuki had three surgeries, one of them open-heart surgery, and he’s managing to flit in and out of consciousness, but Izuku is still out like a light? Katsuki thought Izuku swore to surpass him. Why the fuck does he think he can fall behind now? Katsuki scowls at Izuku’s tuft of fluffy green hair. 

Wake up or I’ll kill you , Katsuki vows.

Katsuki knows he’s in love with him. He should have known a long time ago really, but having his heart burst put everything into stark clarity. He can’t deny it now. Not even if he wanted to. The next time Katsuki greets death, he will do so without regrets. There’s so much he needs to make up for; he still has so much atoning left to do. He has to show Izuku he will be better and do right by him. Izuku can’t fucking die before Katsuki has the chance to prove himself. Even if Izuku never loves him back, Katsuki must at least prove that he can be good. That he is worthy of standing at Izuku’s side. 

Days pass and Izuku still doesn’t wake. Katsuki’s pleadings only get more desperate. Usually it’s just in his head, but sometimes, when it’s late at night and no one else is around, Katsuki will murmur to him aloud. 

“You don’t have to forgive me,” Katsuki whispers into the oppressive quiet of their hospital room. Only the soft chime of Izuku’s heart-monitor answers him. “You don’t have to be mine. Just wake up. Don’t make me live in a world without you.” 

Shadows dance as headlights stream through the curtains shading their window, and for a moment Katsuki thinks maybe--- but no. The car passes and Izuku hasn’t stirred. God fucking dammit. Katsuki doesn’t know why he’s surprised: of course Izuku can’t actually hear him. Tears prick at the corners of Katsuki’s eyes anyway. 

It becomes a nightly ritual. Katsuki’s mind is too muddled with medication to make sense most of the time, but at least it gives him something to do. God, he can’t wait until he’s off all this shit and actually, you know, move and whatever. His arm was so bent and twisted when he was admitted that they had to implant metal poles to strengthen it, and fuck if it doesn’t feel weird. Recovery Girl comes by every day to heal him, bit by bit so as not to exhaust his limited energy, and there’s a quirk specialist flying out from the states to repair Katsuki’s damaged muscle. They have assured him that with time and physical therapy he should get all his mobility back, but it gives Katsuki little comfort. He would cut the whole damn limb off if it meant Izuku would just wake up . 

“Please, for me,” Katsuki whispers, one night after a particularly exhausting round of visits from his parents, Izuku’s mom, and All Might. “Just this one thing. Just wake up. I won’t ask for anything else, just be okay.” 

Katsuki must drift off. The concoction of sleep-aids and pain medications dragging him into unconsciousness against his will. He thinks he might be dreaming when he hears ragged breathing and a soft croaky voice. 

“Ka— K’ch’n… Kach—” 

Katsuki jolts awake, his heart-rate spiking and his head spinning. He can’t have— it couldn’t be—

 “ Kacchan… ” 

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[luvtak]

of weepy afternoons, lhc

❀ pairing lee haechan x afab!reader

❀ tw/genre est. relationship, super fluff, domestic, crying, reader’s on their period, reader is referred to as ‘girl’ a couple times and her cheeks are described to be red once :/, criminal amount of references to the movie enchanted

❀ a/n i wrote this in like an hour so it could be real rough haha, inspired by my very real need to watch enchanted when im on my period. i wrote this with this couple in mind <3 hope you enjoy it and happy august!!

❀ w/c 1058

When Haechan got home, he didn’t expect you to look so sad. There are so many ways he can envision your welcome, anywhere from loud laughing to big bear hugs, but he would never expect you to be bent over and shaking.

When he left this morning, you were buzzing with energy, telling him about all your plans for the day and how excited you were for him to be back with you. Now, you were sat on the couch sniffling into a throw pillow—making no moves to acknowledge his arrival, shoulders shaking with your cries. In the back of his mind, he can hear the TV slowly letting out noise, but with your crushed look, eyes finally raising to meet his he ignores it, and slowly approaches, as if you were a wounded animal: and you might as well be with your glossy eyes and red cheeks, you look so small: his usually tough girl tiny by comparison.

“What’s wrong, honey? He asks when he finally gets to you, lowering himself to be eye level with you, “What happened, huh?” His head is turning like a confused puppy, looking at you with so much worry and affection you can’t help but cry more. You cry because he’s home and you missed him, you cry because the house is a mess and you promised you’d clean up, but most of all you cry because he’s being dumb and it’s obvious why you’re upset (or so you think).

“I—I don’t know, just my heart hurts for them you know?” Your voice is scratchy, showing him that you really must have been breaking down for quite a while. He wonders who you’re talking about, if he’s forgetting something about one of your friends or wasn’t listening when you told him something important, but nothing comes to mind.

“Who, baby? Who’s hurting?” At his confusion all you feel is annoyance, it’s obvious whose hurting, it would be right in front of his face if he just looked.

“Them! Hyuck look at the TV! this is so sad, they’re just so in love, but they can’t be.” And he does look, but all he sees is Enchanted playing on the television. Combined with your sobs is the soft playing of ‘So close’ as Giselle and Robert dance around the ballroom—and suddenly everything begins to make sense.

From the very beginning of your relationship, every time you’ve gotten your period you’ve been drawn to Enchanted like a moth to a flame. Needing to watch the love story and cry your eyes out, as he has to unfortunately watch. He can’t count how many times you’ve sadly announced it’s your time of the month and then promptly turned on the movie.

While he could be annoyed or bitter at the constant playing of sing-alongs, all he feels is endeared, so he quickly cuddles into your shaking figure. Hugging you with both arms and legs like a koala, hoping that his affection will somehow cure your blues. He gives you a series of wet kisses, laughing and cooing at how sweet you are to be a grown girl and still crying at Disney films.

“Oh, my baby, why didn’t you call me earlier? I would’ve come home to you.” And you know he’s telling the truth, if he had even a whiff of you being sad and alone and hurting, he would’ve rushed back with ice cream and flowers galore. He knows millions of people go through this every month, but he can’t stomach the thought of his Honey in pain—all alone with nothing and nobody but Disney plus to comfort you.

“I didn’t want to bother you, you’re so busy and I can watch this all by myself.” You’re putting on a front, looking bravely at him even as the tears flow freely from your eyes. Inside, you know that half the reason you’re crying is because you missed him. Usually, he’d be there to sit with you, laughing and cuddling you at all the right times, and if you were lucky and he was in a good mood he’d sing along to the music like a lullaby.

However, you understand he is a busy boy—his schedule filled up with several commitments that he can’t just walk out on, even if he would. There’s too many people relying on him, and you can’t call him every time your tummy hurts, and your hormones go crazy (even if the hurt feels like a knife repeatedly stabbing you all over your lower body and then laughing at you).

“My silly silly girl, I’m never too busy for you. I know I can’t do much but I’m sure cuddling you and remembering to bring you your pain killers is enough, right?” and it is. There’s something so lovely about him, even if it’s the bare minimum. Your boyfriend never shies away from these conversations, he thinks it’s important that he knows and appreciates everything about you. Even if he can’t fully understand—especially if he can’t understand.

Donghyuck’s love language is really just being obsessed with you, knowing the ins and outs of your everyday life, and loving you more for it. As he sits with you now, he can see fully what he missed before—the telltale signs of your period running its course—the pinch in your forehead and the deep eyebags, and parts of him do feel ashamed he’s only now picking up on it.

“I’m sorry your body and your heart hurts, my honey bear, let’s start the movie over and take a nap, huh? How does that sound?” and even though your nose scrunches at his cheesy nickname, and you know the movie will just make you cry again—you look at him and agree.

He's wrapped around you, and he smiles, hoping your body will benefit from his body heat pressing into yours, smacking kisses all over your face until you’re laughing, and his gentle pecks begin to miss. And you know He’ll hold you tight all day, warming you up from the inside. He’ll tell you he loves you; he’ll tell you over and over again if it helps the pain wash away. And you know if you ask to watch Enchanted again, he’ll put it on with no complaints and sing along with you.

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[fortpeat]

Let me explain why this is my favorite NC scene from the whole series. This isn't just sex people. It's Pure love making. These two boys have completely fallen in love with each other. They might not have said it out loud but it's loud and clear in all their actions from the whole episode.

Pai looking completely bowled over after that first initiated kiss from Sky. Like he can't believe Sky is finally in his arms again. Like this man has been thinking about this for like months and months about this moment and it's finally here and it's so worth it and Sky is no longer a challenge, he's the endgame. The constant eye contact they shared. Pai has been shown to read Sky's emotions through his eyes (remember how he noticed the sadness in Sky's eyes in episode 8 after their one night stand) this is him looking into Sky's eyes and making sure that this is what he truly wants and if he finds any hesitation then he will put a stopper in it.

There is this vulnerability that they both portray here that completely disarmed me. Whether it be Pai asking Sky if he's sure and Sky telling him to Shut up the banter in the middle of a charged moment. Pai declaring how he will take both the body and the heart. And do you know how important it must have been for Sky to hear that. After being used in his previous relationship here is a guy who is telling you it's not just your body he wants but your heart as well.

Forehead kisses starting with this. They symbolize how adored you are. Like I want you in ways I can't describe yet but I can show you. You make every pain I have gone through worth it. Every touch, Every glance makes me fall deeper in love with you. I know I constantly pushed you away, now let me show how much I can pull you in.

That internal realization that the feelings they both have are deeper than they thought. So much more deeper. The importance of each other's presence in their life has become completely irrevocable. You have taken my heart and my soul and it's yours. It's all yours. Please take care of it. And I promise I will do the same for I'am Yours and You are Mine.

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[syrupfog]

I have a lot of trouble reading amnesia fics, and I’ve decided to dissect that. 

I think I just really struggle with reading the rest of the characters in constant emotional pain. I put myself in the shoes of the amnesiac and *i* feel guilty about not being able to remember them

So like. What would it take for me to write an amnesia fic? It would have to be one where no one is hurt by the amnesia. Maybe even one where amnesia is a good thing. 

I think it would start from the (3rd person) pov of the person waking up with amnesia.

And it would be written so we as the readers aren’t suffering from the knowledge that the character’s family/friends are missing them/looking for them/sad at being forgotten. 

So like. A lulaw fic maybe.

Law wakes up in the middle of nowhere. All he knows is his name and that there’s rage inside of him. 

I think we’d meet members of the heart pirates early on, as a promise to the reader that his crew aren’t in pain missing him. They haven’t met, haven’t formed a crew.

Actually I’d like it if the heart pirates (as we know them) are scattered between other pirate crews and Law eventually picks them out and adds them to his own. 

But that would be way later down the line.

I think it starts with him waking up in a little dinghy that’s washed ashore on an empty beach. No one around, totally lost, he tries to scavenge but all his inherent knowledge is how to fend for himself in city environments

So when a ship appears, he begs for a ride to… somewhere. 

He’s welcomed warmly, excitedly, by the captain with the scar under his eye. The others aren’t as trusting, and the archaeologist looks like she wants to say something, but stops herself.

They bring him aboard and he awkwardly tries to integrate while unsure how much to trust them. He feels anger inside, still, and nothing to do With it. 

I think eventually Robin tells him that she knows some of his story. Recognizes his tattoos.

He has his normal forearm and hand tats, but no hearts. 

She tells of a man who matches his appearance who is wanted for burning a country to the ground.

He was second in command of a powerful pirate named Doflamingo, she says. No one knew what transpired between them exactly, but there had been an argument, a fight between them, one that destroyed miles of land around them. Scorched earth. No one had seen either since.

Law doesn’t gain his memories there but he wonders if that’s true. He wonders if he’s a monster. 

What he knows about himself is he’s surly and can’t show emotions on his sleeve like the captain of his ship. He knows he feels rage.

He knows he doesn’t have natural warmth the way these people all seem to. A carefree joy and happiness that he’s surrounded by. 

He thinks he must be evil. 

He wonders what he’s supposed to do about that. Turn himself in?

Luffy says no, that’s dumb. You’re a pirate now, and anyway you don’t remember any of that shit so it would be stupid to turn yourself in. 

He makes it sound simple. 

Law doesn’t think it is.

Oh I think Bepo is on the straw hat crew. 

I think he’s drawn to Law. They make quite a pair, the timid apologizing bear and the quiet, angry man. 

I think when they reach a larger island, Bepo asks permission to follow Law. He’s worried about him. Doesn’t want him to be alone.

I think that’s the start of the heart pirates. 

Penguin and Shachi are on Kid’s crew, and I think Kid only lets them follow Law because Penguin and Killer are married so they’ll always have SOME loyalty to him.

But they find him much later, after Law’s picked up a small ship with Bepo. They have a run in with the Kid pirates because Kid had MET Doffy and Law at some point previously and he tries to fight Law. 

This is the first time Law learns he has a devil fruit.

Because he’s running from Kid (“I don’t fucking know you stop acting like I do!”) and Kid is confused why he’s not at the very least using room to get away. 

When he stops trying to beat Law’s ass (mostly because Bepo protects him), Kid very angrily explains.

About the op op fruit and about how Law had been the one to sever his arm. 

Law maybe has a panic about that. More proof he’s evil. 

Kid says with Law’s fruit he didn’t have to worry about bleeding out at least. He just. Didn’t have an arm anymore.

Was that a kindness? Who knows? 

(Eventually Law knows. He knows he was trying to help, knows there was something in him that told him enemies of Doffy were his allies). 

Anyway he gets Penguin and Shachi there. 

He still gets Jean Bart at Sabaody, the next time he sees Luffy.

He still keeps running into Luffy, the personification of warmth and the one who first saved him. There’s gratitude there. There’s love, later. 

His memories come back to him in nightmares. Flevance. Doflamingo. 

He doesn’t remember Cora.

He doesnt remember Cora but he does remember Doflamingo arranging a marriage. Charlotte Pudding (okay she’s like 10 years older in this timelines are hard). He didn’t tolerate her, but he could never disobey Doffy.

She DID escape the fire. He finds her over a year later. He gets back the memories she took, at Doffy’s command. 

He remembers Cora. 

The heart pirates get their name. 

He gets his heart tattoos.

He knows where the anger in him came from. Even when she took his memories she couldn’t take the love and anger buried in him. 

The next time he sees Luffy he’s a full fledged pirate captain with a crew who’s been there as he’s discovered himself.

He’s grateful to Luffy but Luffy doesn’t care about that. 

He cares about the first time he sees Law smile with real joy on his face. 

And then I dunno they kiss or something.

#lawlu #lulaw #my writing

[chloenotfound404]

Sweet as Candy - Dew X Reader (nsfw version)

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⚠️Warnings: NSFW, Smut, quickie, slight public foreplay, fingering, oral, swallowing. Basically very horny dewdrop.

Summary: You’re tired and sore after a show and Dew helps you unwind by giving you a quick but good time backstage.

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It wasn’t uncommon to have nights like these after shows. Everyone frantic to get out of the sweaty and hot stage clothes, putting the equipment away so it was ready for the next venue. And today was no different. If anything, it was more manic.

Swiss was running about with phantom fighting over the first shower, Copia was frantically getting his paint off and trying to take this outfit off simultaneously, Mountain was non-stop complaining about how sweaty he was, soon joining the bickering with Swiss and Phantom, the ghoulettes were helping to put everything away ready for the next venue. Then there was you and Dew.

You two were already showered and changed into the cozy loungewear you both had brung for after the show, you resting your head on Dew’s lap as he played with your hair. Both of you just looking onto the chaos of your fellow band mates as you cuddled silently.

Every for as common the chaos was, it still took both of you by surprise slightly seeing how chaotic it truly was tonight.

“You know, I’m surprised it took this long into the tour for them to lose it over showers,” You mutter as quiet as you could with a small chuckle. Your head moving to look up into his eyes.

He chuckles in response to your passing comment, still playing with your hair, “Well, it was only a matter of time until they did. It started yesterday though between Swiss and I,” He spoke softly, looking down at you with a small smile playing on his lips.

Both of your attention pulled from each other hearing the squabbles rage louder between now Mountain and Swiss for the shower.

“Phantom must have just slipped in,” You chuckle, pulling your attention back to Dew as you play with the hem of his shirt.

He huffs a small laugh and looks back own you you, the small creases by his eyes showing as he smiles, “He’s slick, I’ll give him that,” He mutters with a grin, his hands moving to gently trace your arms as you lay on him.

“Wonder who he got that from,” You giggle, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm as you smirk up at him.

His only response was the soft giggle he would let out every so often when you two got playful. You couldnt deny how cute it was and you gave the smallest smile when he giggled.

You sigh softly and snuggle into him further, your horns bumping his chest as your head shifted to a comfortable spot.

“You’re cute all cuddled up like that,” Dew whispered to you, tracing small shapes over your arm as he looked down at you.

You let out a small content hum followed up by a small yawn as you stretch out.

“That show took a lot out of me, I’m so sore,” you sigh, finally sitting up from your spot on his lap to stand and stretch. Dew smirks slightly, one of his pointy fangs sat over his lips.

“You know, sweetheart, I could always ease the pain,” he chuckles, his voice low and laced in a flirtatious tone coupled with pure lust.

You flush pink at his words, your cheeks instantly heating up at the mere thought of what he would do.

You knew Dew well enough at this point to know how merciless yet irresistible he was. Even before you two got together, it was almost a constant routine of having quickies and secret sessions before or after shows. And that habit only got worse when you did start dating.

“Dew, you know we can’t,” you sigh, your red cheeks making him chuckle softly as you turned to face him again.

“Oh come on, it’s not like the others don’t know~” he mutters, teasingly slipping a hand into your joggers in the most unsubtle way he could.

You squirm at the feeling of his fingers ever so gently rubbing along your clit, your eyes instantly looking so innocent and submissive for him as you keep your eyes locked on his.

“Why? Why here?” You whisper, your voice barely audible as you try and compose yourself.

“Well, you want to unwind after all,” he whispers close to your ear, the hot sting of his breath hitting your neck as he talked.

You feel your breath hitch as he gently slides a finger into your underwear, feeling along the already wet folds. A seemingly amused smirk plastering on his face as he tutted softly. “My my, already set for me huh?” He teased, continuing the slow motion now against the swollen and sensitive nub.

“If Swiss or mountain sees us we’re dead,” you manage out through heaving pants, trying your hardest to keep your composure and to also not be loud.

“Not like they haven’t seen this before, darling,” he whispers again, dragging you up off the couch whilst sliding his fingers out of your joggers.

He pulls you into a small side room, a smaller dressing room that wasn’t being utilised. You hear Swiss briefly chuckle, both of you knowing he knew what you were up to.

“There, there’s more privacy for my princess,” he chuckles, clearing a space on the vanity.

Before you could even say a word, he hilted you up on the vanity without an issue. His hands beginning to tug your joggers down as he propped you back a small bit.

“Dew, darling. Please just be quick,” you mumble, starting to feel all hot and desperate as he tugged your underwear off onto the floor with the joggers.

“Tell me everything you want, I’ll provide princess,” he hummed softly as he gently pressed his nose to your clit. His tongue softly and swiftly moving against your clit as he lifted his head up.

Almost instantly upon the feeling, your head rolls back with a prolonged grunt. His tongue moving slowly back and forth in the way he knew drove you crazy.

“That’s it baby,” he mumbles against you, using the flat surface of his pointed tongue against the nub again.

A few harsher and louder moans falling from you as you lean back on the mirror of the vanity you sat upon.

“Fuck, that feels so good~” you mutter through the moans, using your hands to support you as you prop up a tiny bit more.

He hums in response, picking up the pace of the movement of his tongue.

He took note of you saying to be quick and he was really pushing for that. One of his fingers sliding in to your entrance followed by another, slowly pumping in and out in a nice rhythm.

Your moan turned into more of a choked squeak feeling the intense wave of pleasure corse through you. Your back arched up at the feelings as you grip his hair in your fist.

“That’s it baby~ that’s it~” he whispers, pulling his head away from your clit with a wet pop sound from his lips.

You whimper softly and screw your eyes shut, the simple feeling of his fingers pumping in you driving you to the brink of orgasm.

“Please, fuck please dew,” you whimper out, your breaths growing short feeling the heat rise in you.

“Go on pretty girl~” he chuckled softly seeing your desperation.

His fingers doing a few harsh and deep thrusts inside you, finally tipping you over the edge. Your head pressing firmly back into the now steamed up mirror, your legs and arms shaking as you let out over his hand. Your lips were practically sealed shut trying to not make any sound to alert anyone in the other room.

“That’s a good girl,” he hummed, gently brining his fingers out of you with a satisfied smirk.

You heave for breath as you lean back again into the mirror, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you try and recover from the quick yet overwhelmingly pleasurable moment.

“Fuck,” you huff out, looking at the small white puddle between your legs with a slight red blush.

Dew chuckled softly and bring his two fingers to his mouth, licking them both with another pop

“You taste just as sweet as candy,” he whispered, walking over to you with a small smile before pressing a tiny kiss on your head.

“I didn’t expect… that,” you mumble, a small blush rising back to your cheeks as you sit up again.

“Well, you wanted to unwind and be freed of the pain.” He chuckled, grabbing some paper towels to clean up the small white puddle on the black vanity top.

His arm wrapping around you to help you down afterwards.

“Here princess,” he hummed, helping you get into your clothes again and fixing you up.

You chuckle softly and lean up, pressing a kiss on his cheek softly before unlocking and leaving the room.

You scan the room and see Swiss leaning back on the couch, Phantom beside him with wet hair. No one other than Swiss seeming to notice you had come back to the room, all until Swiss’ chuckle as you both sat down.

“You might need these next time,” Swiss teased, chucking a packet of condoms over at dew with a smirk.

Both you and Dew going red almost instantly making Swiss and Phantom chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up, dickwit,” dew groaned, launching them back at Swiss who only giggled louder at the anger.

“Well, he’s not any better is he?” Phantom snorted, earning a soft snarl from Dew in response.

This was gonna be a long night.

#the band ghost #ghost band #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop smut

[ellatholmes]

Something I've been thinking about lately is this: a brief defense of "self insert" writing.

I remember when I first shared a shared story with some random person in a Facebook writing group--I had written about a young woman hiding her magic, who meets a mystical man. He shows her kindness and gives her a place to live in relative safety while they figure shit out. The feedback I received was at once true (clarity was not my strong suit back then) and strange: I must have written this as a form of wish fulfilment, and that this young woman was a self insert. Why? She had my hair colour.

While think there's more to be said about how gendered and common this idea is/can be, that's not quite what I'm focusing on today. Let's also put aside the fact that yes, this kind of "feedback" (though I hope it's delivered in a much more actionable and helpful way) can be grounded in a real narrative issue.

The interesting thing about fiction, I think, is how it's one way we can step outside of ourselves and embody someone or something else for a while. I have written about witches in the woods, and I loved living with them for the weeks it took me to polish their short story. I loved falling down the rabbit hole of how to prepare fish for cooking over a fire. I have written about men digging garden plots during a war and earning his living by giving the government a place to hide bodies. I loved putting myself in his dusty old shoes and imagining myself on another planet, a techno chip in my hand used for everything from getting into buildings to transferring payments.

This week I wrote about a grieving man in his nineties, playing his wife's favourite song for the first time since she had passed away. And I sat in that grief and sadness with him. I think I'm able to do this partly because I give all of my characters at least a tiny part of myself, oftentimes without thinking--a dislike of lavender for the witch, a constant undertone of emotional supression for the gardener, the cold weight of depression for the old gentleman. I insert a little of my experiences, beliefs, personhood, thoughts, and feelings into them, even when they feel like the furthest thing from me.

I have come to think that maybe everything is a little self-insert by virtue of coming out of your brain, from your imagination and your willingness and ability to think and feel and see as your characters do.

Sure, sometimes I write about women with red hair, few friends, chronic pain, or a very firm opinion on Cars 2 (2011). Those characters are the very obvious parts of me, and so what? She goes on the adventures I'll never have as a (sadly) reality-bound human, and I go with her. I go with all of them, and I don't think that's a bad thing.

What do you think?

#just some thoughts. sorry for any typos. im on mobile and have shrek thumbs #p for personal #writerblr

[cerealboxlore]

Okay hear me out- my brain has latched onto this HC and I need to share

What if billy batson was a sleigh beggy like in ancient magus bride? (or at least some DC equivalent)

Context incase you have not seen the show: a sleigh beggy is a special breed of humans who have the ability to absorb and generate magic just by breathing, but that puts a constant strain on their body leaving them very fragile and sickly. And in addition they are loved or at least desired by the fae and other magical beings.

Personally I think it fits almost perfectly but I'm curious to hear what others think

First of all, hun, I am so sorry for not getting to this ask sooner, especially since it's been bouncing up a real jamming jazz number in my little head 🎵

Secondly, I think this is an absolute rocking idea!! My knowledge of The Ancient Magus Bride is limited, so thank you for the refresher! That opening song never leaves my mind

Billy being a Sleigh Beggy in canon actually makes a lot of sense, being chosen as the Champion of Magic, his mortal form must be accustomed and acquainted with absorbing high levels of magic and being able to withstand the power of the Wizard when he transforms into Captain Marvel. You can't have someone as the Champion of Magic if they just wither away and crumble to ashes once they get hit by the magical lightning, you need someone like Billy who can handle the power and pain of it all.

I'm all for giving Billy Batson more credit and magical powers when he's just Billy Batson, I think this kid deserves the respect on his name. And as for the effects of being a sleigh beggy leaving his mortal body sick and fragile in the end, mwah, chef kiss 👩‍🍳 it fits perfectly as you say! And Billy being adored by the fae/magical beings is so adorable 💕 Maybe some of his patrons were drawn to chose him because of that--Oh! Maybe that's why Tawky Tawny is his friend, he can't help but want to protect the tiny Sleigh Beggy.

I could also see this going wrong, with Billy attracting the attention of magical beings and creatures just by existing, as this could draw in new enemies out to get him and his powers. Maybe that's another reason why Fawcett city is a hub for magical threats? 🤔

#This was such a lovely ask #tysm for the ask! #I really enjoyed thinking about this a lot #Billy batson #dc captain marvel #Shazam #Sleigh beggy #ancient magus bride #tawky tawny #headcanon #Writing #I'm sorry this took forever for me to get to #But I'm free to write and answer more now that my school semester is over #Sorry if there's spelling errors #its almost midnight

[mythicalartistx]

Soriku in Novels — Part 5 COM & KH1

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Part 4

From up on the hill he could see Riku gathering things. He was carrying some that looked like a big piece of cloth. Must be nice being Riku...

KH Novel

It's actually a neat perspective how in the novel Sora is actually frustrated with unable to beat Riku. Like he is his friend but he feels like he's unable to do anything better and there this constant competition between them, and because of that sadly Kairi is involved (not her choosing and her unaware of it)

But it seems him wanted to share a papou fruit with her was just to beat Riku at something. And it seems he was a bit jealous of Riku too. And Riku probably had no idea either that's why I KH2 he feels like oh he had no idea he felt that way and feels sad.

"We did it!" Without thinking, Sora hugged Riku.

"Okay, okay, quit it," said Riku, but he was smiling.

KH Novel

Okay this was cute. This is when they meet again in Traverse Town and in the novel they both help fight together and they even hug. It honestly reminded me of the pilot a bit.

Riku smiling is everything.

Beyond Naminé lay a huge device shaped like a flower bud. And inside, was Sora.

"If it isn't Sora! What have you done to him!" Riku ran over to the giant device without thinking.

Reverse Rebirth COM Novel

The only thing he cares about is Sora and what she could have done to him. That's so precious.

"Huh— I'm not afraid of being destroyed. I'm just a fake after all," said the Replica, expressionlessly. I'm not scared to be destroyed. I'm scared of what I'll forget. And— of being forgotten. Sora will remember me, won't he? Or will I get muddled up with his memories of the real thing, and be forgotten?

"I don't have a real heart. Even what I'm feeling right now is probably a lie."

The Replica smiled just a little, and light began to wrap around his body.

—Reverse Rebirth Novel

... that's sad. I know he's technically not Riku but I want to put anything Riku I suppose to show how every form of him cares about Sora.

This just breaks my heart cause it's so sad. He doesn't want to be forgotten as a Replica because he cares about Sora too.

And it's so much worse cause he forgot him. I need Sora to remember COM events.

"Am I... fading... fading under the power of light..."

If I am darkness— and if I can't fight the darkness with my own strength— I guess being destroyed by Sora is the only way, Riku thought in the depths of his fading consciousness. If I have to be defeated, I'm happy for it to be Sora.

This time it's ogRiku, but it's still sad. He doesn't mind if he gets defeated if it's by Sora. (It's actually Zexion in disguise)

He feels I guess I deserve to be defeated after everything he's done and it's sad.

"Fake or not, that doesn't matter anymore! You're here now, and you have a heart that belong to you and no-one else. Your memories belong to you and you only, so treasure them!"

Sora's words were gentle.

The Replica held back the tears that were threatening to spill over. "Sora, you're very kind," he said, back still turned. "Even a fake like me can see how real your feelings are... that's good enough for me."

Right now, Sora's feelings are good enough for me, the Replica thought. The fact that I met Sora is good enough for me.

— Reverse Rebirth novel

REPLIKU MAKES ME SAD CRYAHGDHSJJK

It's so sad because Sora's words touched him and his heart. Since he's made of Riku, he feels similar things.

But Sora is like you are you and is so passionate abd is similar to how Riku feels about nobodies in KH2

Also what's this about feedings...? He can see how real his feelings are and that's good enough for him.

I'm not one— no, I'm a fake, memories and existence and all, I'm what's before you become someone. But Sora talks to me like I've been his friend for a long, long time.

This pained the Replica.

— Reverse Rebirth Novel

Repliku so precious and deserves a hug as much as ogRiku. Sora still cares no matter what and Repliku still feels for Sora.

"Well, Sora. You didn't think about my feelings, either. Naminé's not the only one who doesn't want to see your face again. Neither do I," the boy shot, and leapt. Why don't I want to see Sora?

Why am I so angry?

—Reverse Rebirth Novel

Repliku is conflicted with his feelings unsure why he is angry with him because he remembers the feelings (Riku) has for him 💔😭

I need someone to tell Sora to remember events from COM, please after Riku finds Sora in Quadratum they act gay and do a rehash of KH2 Reunion before exploring worlds TOGETHER like they always wanted they go home.

Sora then sees Naminé and tells her thank you for real and then in turn, he remembers COM stuff and Repliku and it turns out Naminé requested for Zexion and Vexen to make Riku Replica. Then Sora remembers stuff and Repliku is happy again.

Face looking a little uneasy, Sora tried to grab my outreached hand.

At that moment, I didn't even notice what was happening around me. I didn't even look. Sora, at the end of my out reached hand, was so much more than everything else.

Just a little more and my hand would reach.

— Reverse Rebirth

Sora being at the end of his hand was so much more important THAN ANYTHING?! ASHSHHSSKSKSK Sora is that important and he wanted him to take his hand.

That's right— Sora would be the first thing Kairi worried about, every time. But, I was the same. As long as I was with Sora, I could go anywhere. That's what I thought. And moreover, with Kairi there, who I supposed knew about other worlds... we could go anywhere, that's what I thought.

— Reverse Rebirth

Aww he believes Kairi is what Sora thinks is most important (it's actually Riku). But the bolded words—and if you remember bolded lines throughout all these parts means they're especially cute and Soriku coded— but Sora helps him be able to go anywhere too.

#kingdom hearts #soriku #riku #sora #kh #chain of memories #reverse rebirth #kh reverse rebirth #kh com #chain of memories novel #kh chain of memories #reverse rebirth novel #poor Repliku #kingdom Hearts novel #kh novel #kh novels #Repliku breaks my heart #Repliku and Riku need a hug #they both love Sora #Sora was also jealous of Riku #we need more soriku hugs and they hugged more in kh1 #I actually like the reunion scene in kh1 novel better since they fight together #Sora needs to remember COM events it's so sad #Riku doesn't mind getting destroyed by Sora because it's him 💔 #Sora is compassionate towards Repliku and Naminé just like how Riku was towards Nobodies in KH2

[zilabee]

- OH GOD Paul surrounded by adoring men at the piano. The shiny love of it. I watched it five times, putting off everything that comes after. Paul Bond is glowing out of his fucking skin, and how is he even meant to cope with Paul McCartney looking at him, and telling him things and his hands and his hair. Fuck. Is this the bit that made David Hepworth wax lyrical about Paul's hair? I feel like it is, because I feel like all men watched this bit and wriggled helplessly the way Glyn Johns does when Paul plays and sings right at him, forcing him out of his moodiness and into love. Fucking hell Paul. It is insane that nobody is screaming at him. When Ringo said he would just watch an hour of Paul playing the piano... honestly 12 hours straight.

- When Paul Bond smiles and nods and looks genuinely like he is going to f l o a t away, and he says 'Yeah, sure', but his voice means ''oh god look at you, I love you, anything you say is fine, please don't notice that I'm hard".

- Glyn Johns not at all sure he can manage another day of sitting about with angsty Beatles. I bet he's been sobbing to George Martin overnight, begging not to go.

- The great thing about a piano is there it all is, there's all the music ever, that's it, you know?

Tiny Kevin!

- Paul deciding they should write a script and make a film, and I know he's just filling time, but oh god inside his head must be a ride. "We're in a band who peddle drugs." I love that Ringo is going to be the kindly schoolteacher who inspires Glyn to lead a better life.

- Ringo wants to do a silent film sped up. We could have had a benny hill beatle chase through twickenham, everyone running from MLH who's trying to herd them onto a plane for africa.

- It's the first thing you ever said to me. At Chiswick Park, years ago, we did something. You said what kind of a tree is that, and I said it's a Yew, and you said no it's not, it's a Me.

- And then another fabrication of a conversation, cut into the wrong times, with all the wrong rhythm, and unreliable reactions. But even without that it's an awful dragging thing, too forced and tired, suffocating them, pulling them down even while they try to make fun.

- Peter Sellers shows up and then quickly shows himself out, because he doesn't want to be part of whatever weird thing it is.

John: We'll hold some sanctions against George. Very tightly. Paul: Wheat- John: Yes Paul: And coal. John: Wheat and coal. Bread loaves. Meat. Biscuits. Cardboard cutouts.

- How beautiful if they'd just gone to a quiet surreal war with him. MLH wouldn't have had the necessary imagination to turn it into a lovely odd little film, but maybe Denis O'Dell might have called someone.

- Honestly I just find the whole conversation hard to look at and I don't want to think about it. I know lots of it is joking around, some of it should be just fine, but there's no life in it. It's exhausted. It's physically painful watching Paul having to be still and surrounded by people who are sick from drugs and drink and stagnation. I don't know how he wasn't tearing his face off. They need to open all the windows and drink a lot of water.

(If I'm overreacting here it's because I find it so hard to be near people who are in that space, all muted and stagnant. I can't deal with it at all. It makes me claustrophobic in my own skin. I can feel it wrapping around my brain, pulling me down. Somehow John's constant chatter and joking makes it worse not better.)

Paul: To wander aimlessly is very unswinging. Unhip. John: When I touch you, I feel happy inside. I can’t hide, I can’t hide... Ask me why, I’ll say I love you. Paul: What we need is a schedule. John: A garden shed-ule.

- LSKDJfoijweojsdflsdf. Everything about how they talk to each other. SHWSdjfjkwjefuisjdfsdf. No words. (I mean, it's not like Paul wouldn't love a garden shed! Almost as good for him as a schedule probably. They could just get a little one and put it in the corner for him.)

- John stroking his hair when he's talking about how he's late because he stayed up getting stoned and high and watching films. He's so soft with his words about it being wrong to get in late, and it's awful because it's meaningless and they both know it.

- So much of John being kind and tender with Paul through Get Back is meaningless and they both know it, and that itself is this soft close thing between them.

- And then eventually getting up, taking his coat, and having to pull Paul towards the music. "I'll even sing you half a song I was writing, come on." Luring Paul to work with the promise of a new song, like holding out a treat to the dog. It's a lovely softness. I think in real life it comes sooner after Paul's 'we can't carry on like this', as though John does notice then that he's half killing him by being blurred and not quite there, and pulls himself up.

Well there's a madman a-coming, gonna do you no harm, he's wearing pink pyjamas and he lives on a farm, he's gonna get you, got to get to somewhere to be alone [...] Fifteen raw potatoes standing all in a row, don't you try to count them, you just got it to go, you've got to get somewhere to be so glad to be on your own, and nowhere to go, nowhere to go, because you're going alone, nowhere to go because you're feeling alone, feeling alone, go home...

- Is it the little rock and roller he was hoping to write on Sunday? It's about feeling alone and having nowhere to go which is fine. Paul sits turned away from John and curled deep in his music which is also fine. Everything's fine. So that's good.

#get back #get back january #long post again I know I know #I'm sorry #but it's the hardest couple of days for me #couldn't word it but I didn't mean to suggest that John is only moving them to do some work for Paul's benefit #I think it's something he very much needs #and usually Paul would be urging him into and he's confused that it's just not happening #and realises he'll have to do it himself #a bit like Paul talks about how they are cross if he's bossy but then confused if he isn't #get back words