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beybaldes · 10 months

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but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : "are you blushing? That's adorable" requested by @onceuponaoneshotfanfic

an : I am in love with the requester that’s it that the post (read superstar if you haven’t yet!!!!)

“It just makes me feel like a fucking idiot.”

“Roy, the last thing you are is an idiot.”

Roy was sat on your couch, a beer in his hands, the condensation from it leaving a wet circle on his pj pants. He hadn’t met your eyes from the moment he’d shown up on your door step, a frown deeply etched on his face and soaked completely through. Though he’d not said anything when you’d invited him in, after getting him into some dry clothes, offering him a drink and convincing him that a cuddle didn’t harm even the toughest of people; he’d finally began to open up about what had caused the frown to form on his face.

“She stole my fucking watch for drug money. How the fuck do I not look like a fucking idiot?” You ran your fingers though Roy’s hair absentmindedly and he had half a thought to move away from you. For once, though, he allowed himself to lean into the gentle contact, enjoy the feeling of your fingers dancing against his scalp for the simple reason you wanted to comfort him - not because you wanted something from him.

“How the fuck were you supposed to know she was going to steal your watch?” You fought his sailor-level swearing with your own, a laugh leaving Roy’s lips at the unfamiliar language that slipped past yours. “That’s not a reflection of you, Roy. That’s a reflection of your shitty ex.”

“If it was a one time thing, then maybe I’d believe you. But my ex’s seem to have a habit of stealing my watches.”

“And selling stories of your curved dick to the press.” You took a long sip of your drink as Roy shot out of your hold, his mouth hung open.

“I don’t have a curved dick.” Roy’s hand was flailing about as he spoke, exasperatedly trying to get the words out right. “I just do this thing with my hips to make to feel like I do.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” You dismissed, taking another long sip of your drink and returning your focus to the tv. When Roy didn’t say another word, or move back into your arms so that you could continue to thread your fingers through his hair, you turned to look at him. “Are you blushing?”

In the dim light of your living room, behind his beard and the gloomy looked that had made home on his face, Roy’s cheeks were dusted pink. The tips of his ears burned red and you were sure if you reached out and touched them they’d be hot to the touch. The whole scene made you shuffle in your seat; in the many years you’d known Roy you’d seen him in some states, but you’d never seen him flustered.

“No, fuck off, leave me alone.” He sprung up from your sofa, taking your glass from your hands and heading for you kitchen for what you hoped was a refill.

“You are! Roy.” You kneeled against the couch cushions, resting your arms against the back of the couch as you called after him. “Come back here. That’s adorable.”

“Fuck you.”

Though Roy wasn’t quiet ready to open up his heart again, he could already feel you bleeding in through the cracks. And, to Roy’s surprise, he was more then okay with that.

#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #roy kent one shot #ted lasso x reader

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elkdiaries · 3 months

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the drugstores are open all night / the only real reason i moved to the east side / i love a good place to hide in plain sight / what if i told you i feel like i know you / but we never met / and here everyone knows you're the way to my heart / hear so many stories of you at the bar / most times alone and some looking your worst / but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

man i wish that i could say the same / i swear i’m not angry / that's just my face / a copycat killer with a chemical cut / either i’m careless or i wanna get caught / who i’m not / what if i told you i feel like i know you / but we never met / it’s for the best / i can't open my mouth and forget how to talk / cause even if i could / wouldn't know where to start / wouldn’t know when to stop

phoebe bridgers ; punisher — joel and ellie

#i could write an essay about them and this album #happy valentines day?#joel miller #ellie williams #joel and ellie #joel and sarah #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #the last of us 2 #the last of us moodboard #ellie williams headcanons #joel miller headcanon

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starredfishing · 1 year

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@vashwoodweek day 2: names. "most times alone and some looking your worst, but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers."

#vashwoodweek #vashwood #nicholas d wolfwood #vash the stampede #trigun #trigun maximum #starry draws #basing every prompt on a diff phoebe bridgers song. dying and throwing up SLDKJFSDJF #unsettling tw #for the first panel #i dont rlly like how i executed this i hope it kinda makes sense

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goddess-aelin · 1 year

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Little Did I Know

Chapter 13- The End, The New Beginning

Masterlist | LDIK Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none!

The days following the almost-wedding ceremony had been a whirlwind of activity. Since she was now officially set to take the throne, the Lords turned to her for more matters than ever, asking for her opinion on small things like colors of tablecloths for the coronation to the bigger things like moving funding to a specific charity. To say Aelin was overwhelmed would have been an understatement.

On top of it all, Arobynn’s trial had been scheduled for just a few days following the attack. She had never been put into a position to dole out punishment like this before and it certainly wasn’t something she enjoyed doing, even if the turdish ex-lord deserved it.

Aedion, Lysandra, and Elide were by her side through it all. Aedion, her trusty advisor and protector, just as he’d always been. Lysandra, the voice of reason that came with a surprisingly sharp tongue. And Elide, sweet Elide, who on the surface looked like a quiet, gentle ruler, yet was the most cunning and ruthless of them all. The four of them together made up what would be her main court, her most trusted advisors. There was just one thing missing. Or one person.

The days following the ceremony, Aelin hadn’t seen Rowan since he slipped out amongst the chaotic aftermath of Arobynn’s arrest. She didn’t know what to make of it. She thought that she was worth more to him than cheaply fleeing. She didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to him after their departure. And when she made her way to his room two days later, they were sparse. When Aelin questioned the maid cleaning the room, she simply replied that the Prince had left for Doranelle.

Maybe it was better this way, she thought. Maybe it would hurt less if they didn’t linger. Maybe she wouldn’t be prompted to blurt something that she probably shouldn’t.

But all those maybes didn’t make her feel any better. Missing Rowan was like missing a limb. Her realization that she loved him came at the most inopportune time, directly before she called off their wedding and he fled. She was proud of herself for being selfless and putting him first. He could marry who he wanted, he could move where he wanted. He could be free. He was no longer shackled to her.

That didn’t make the fire that was eating away at her insides hurt any less when she thought of Rowan going back to his lover in Doranelle. While she was trying to be a selfless person, she could still admit that she was wholly jealous. The feeling was unwelcome, burning her stomach and occupying space in her thoughts that she didn’t have room for. Her focus needed to be on her kingdom, on a peaceful transition of power, not on puppy love that lasted a few short months.

Who was she kidding? What she felt for Rowan was more than puppy love.

She tried to put on a brave face, smiling when she needed to and laughing when she knew something should’ve been funny. Yet she knew that Lysandra and Elide could see right through her facade. She knew her smiles didn’t reach her eyes, her laughs hollow. None of the warmth that Rowan brought into her life was there anymore.

Time. It would just take time. That’s what she told herself. She was in love with the man, for the Gods’ sakes. She wasn’t expecting to snap out of that in a few days.

It was the Thursday after the wedding debacle when she finally had a chance to breathe. She felt stuck in a never ending circle of council meetings and the lords ambushing her to butter her up so she would be on their side of whatever debate they were trying to win. To be alone and breathing in the cool air on the balcony attached to her room was an absolute gift. Here she could just be Aelin. She could breathe without feeling the pressure of the crown and she could bask in the beauty of Terrasen.

Down time, however, also meant room for an idle mind. And her idle mind always led to thoughts of him. As she watched the sky turn from blue to golden-streaked hues of pink, Aelin wondered what Rowan was doing. Was he looking out of his window watching the night sky? Were his thoughts turning to her just as hers always were of him? Out of all the things she hoped for, she hoped most of all that he was happy.

She started humming a tune, one that she couldn’t place the name of but was sure her mother used to sing to her when she was a child. The song was slow and meaningful, yet held an undertone of melancholy. How fitting. She allowed her humming to take over through memory alone, a slight sway to her body carrying her away from time and space, the wind brushing past her skin, her dance partner. The melody was a mournful ode to a lost lover. A lost almost lover. A goodbye.

As the final notes left her lips, Aelin sighed, taking in the quickly darkening sky, as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

“Fireheart.” Her nickname was murmured so low, she almost didn’t hear it. But what a beautiful sound it was.

With a sharp intake of breath, she turned around slowly, eyebrows raised to her hairline and eyes wide, not understanding why he was there. How? The setting sun illuminated half of his face in brilliant purples and pinks. She thought he had never looked so beautiful.

“Fireheart,” he repeated lowly. She swore his voice cracked, emotion hoarse in his throat.

Swallowing thickly, she forced herself to reply. “Rowan?” Her voice was little more than a breath of air. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see you.” A non-answer.

“What…Why…I—” She paused to gather her thoughts, breathing deeply. “I thought you went back to Doranelle?”

“I did,” he replied as he began stalking his way toward her. Step by step, he came closer and her breath got shallower and shallower. Could he be- no. She would not get her hopes up. Of course he was just here to say goodbye, to collect his things. Not to confess his undying love for her.

She tried to school her voice so it contained less emotion than the bursts of it she was feeling inside her chest. “Then why are you here? If you forgot something, we surely could’ve just shipped it to you or something. And your horse, I know that we could have secured passage for him.” Aelin knew she was rambling but she couldn’t help her racing thoughts.

“Aelin, breathe.” His hands came up to cup her cheeks now that he was right in front of her. “I did go back to Doranelle. But I went back just to get my affairs in order.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Because somewhere in the last few months, Terrasen has become my home. Its future Queen is one of the most selfless and amazing people I’ve ever met. And if she’ll have me, I would like to move here and serve her in any way that I can. It would be an honor to be a part of this court.” He paused before adding, “The court that will change the world.” His brilliant smile illuminated the dying light of the sunset.

Aelin felt tears starting to swell in her eyes. He was truly here to stay?

“But what about your family? And Lyria?” She looked away from him, shaking her head, fearing his answer to her next statement. “You deserve to be with the woman you love.”

Rowan leaned his head toward hers, keeping his gentle yet steadfast touch on her face, and bringing his forehead to meet hers. It felt like ages until he spoke again. “I am right where I want to be, where I need to be. With my best friend, my Queen, the other half of my soul. I’m already with the woman I love. You, Fireheart. I love you.”

Aelin couldn’t help the sob that escaped her at his words. His beautiful, beautiful words. The ones that she swore she waited her whole life to hear- just from him.

It seemed like Rowan was getting good at wiping the tears off of her face. She didn’t think she’d ever cried in front of anyone as much as she had with Rowan the past few months. Yet every time that she felt like she was falling apart, he was there with those damn thumbs to put her back together, one wiped tear at a time.

When she was all out of tears, she slowly turned her face up to his. He was so, so beautiful. So beautiful and perfect that it took her breath away. But she needed her breath to say what she wanted to say next.

“I love you, too.”

The smile that crossed Rowan’s face at her words, well, she didn’t think she had ever seen anything as dazzling or flawless. She felt his smile, not only against her forehead as he placed a gentle kiss between her brows, but inside, in her soul. It was as if a puzzle piece had been fitted into a part of her heart she didn’t even know was missing.

She felt the more sturdy press of his hands against her cheeks and the back of her neck, tilting her head towards his. She knew what was coming next yet she wasn’t sure that anything could have prepared her for the elation she felt when Rowan’s lips touched her own. As her heart was beating rapidly, her face heating, and butterflies erupting throughout her entire body, the only word that made its way to her mind was finally.

Kissing Rowan felt like coming home. And after weeks of almost-kisses and interruptions, she finally was able to experience it in all its beautiful and mind-numbing glory. The peck she gave him after calling off the wedding was nothing compared to feeling the soft press of his lips against hers, feeling the heat of his body through their clothing like this, his tongue sweeping across her own. She couldn’t even think further about how it would feel to have him inside her, their bodies and souls melding as one, for fear of her entire body combusting.

Their breathing was heavy when they finally pulled away; seconds, minutes, hours later. Aelin couldn’t be sure of the time just as she couldn’t be sure she wasn’t dreaming. Because everything she was experiencing was right out of one of her beloved romance novels.

“Does that mean I can stay?” Rowan broke the silence with a hushed murmur.

Aelin lightly smacked his arm, knowing he was joking but finding it not funny all the same. “Of course you can stay, you dumb buzzard.” He chuckled.

“I missed you.” Rowan’s voice took on a serious tone. “I know we were only apart for a few days but I missed you like crazy. It killed me to not say goodbye to you. I hoped I hadn’t ruined everything. But with everything else going on, it was easier to just slip away quietly, hoping you didn’t even notice I was gone.”

“I noticed,” Aelin admitted. “I noticed right away. How could I not? The man I loved fled after I called off our wedding. I thought that I had ruined everything. I don’t necessarily regret how things happened but I wish that I would have told you how I felt. I wish that I was just honest and maybe we should’ve just gotten married. It might have saved us both some angst.” She chuckled.

Rowan tipped her head up, shaking his own as their eyes intently met. “I disagree. I think everything happened exactly as it should have. You needed to be independent and fight for your throne without a man by your side. You deserved nothing less than to get what you were rightfully owed without having to marry someone. And I’m so, so proud of you.” Rowan pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “If you had confessed, I’m not sure I would’ve made it back to Doranelle. And I needed to go back so that I could explain to my family what was going on, to say my goodbyes and tell them that there’s a better way to live than what we were doing in Doranelle. And I had to go back so that I could get this…”

Rowan dropped her face, taking a step back and reaching into the pocket of his trousers. His hand was holding a small, nondescript box when he brought it back out. He took another step back while taking one of Aelin’s hands in his own. She wasn’t sure she was breathing when he got down on one knee. Again.

“I know we’ve only truly known each other for four months but I feel like you are part of my soul, Aelin. And this doesn’t have to be a true engagement if you don’t want it to be, but maybe rather a promise. A promise that I will always be by your side, a promise to love you and support you in whatever you do. A promise that you are my Fireheart, and I am your Buzzard. And when you’re ready, when we’re both ready, we can talk about getting married.” He pulled his hand away so he could open the box. A beautiful green emerald stared back at her, not too large, yet enough to catch the light of the sunset just right.

“I know you technically already have a ring but that one…I hated that one. I didn’t pick that out and it wasn’t truly from me. Darrow just gave it to me to give to you and that was it. I had no say in it and to be quite honest, I don’t think it was something that you liked either. I’m hoping that you’ll like this one better.” Rowan plucked it out of its cushion, slowly standing and taking her hand once more to place it on her finger.

He paused before sliding it on and Aelin realized belatedly that he was waiting for her assent. “Oh Gods, yes! Yes, Rowan. Whatever you’re offering, everything you’re offering, it’s a yes.” He breathed out a sigh she didn’t realize he was holding, slipping the beautiful ring onto her finger before she flung her arms around him. He picked her off the ground, holding her like his life depended on it and twirling her. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever been so happy.

As he set her back on her feet, she admired her new jewelry. The weight, unlike the diamond from before, was a welcome feeling on her ring finger. And the band was truly beautiful, a gold to match the ring around her eyes. “It’s beautiful, Rowan.”

He touched his forehead to hers once more. “I’m glad you like it. It…it was my mother’s, actually. I’ve kept it all these years because I just couldn’t part with it. And then I met a woman with fire in her soul who’s beauty rivaled the gem in this ring. And at some point, I realized that since my heart already belonged to you, so did this ring.”

“Such a sappy Buzzard.” Aelin chuckled but her eyes were once again filling with tears. Rowan leaned down and kissed each one away, trailing a path down her cheek until his lips met hers once more. Aelin started chuckling against his lips as a thought popped into her head. “We’re going to have to have a very, very longggg engagement. Otherwise, Darrow might kill me if he has to plan another wedding after I called off the last one.”

Rowan’s full belly laugh was music to her ears. She didn’t know how she got so lucky. After all she’d been through, there was finally someone that was her equal, her soulmate. She never used to like thinking about the future and what it might bring. There was too much death and pain in her past to think about a family or finding love. But she could have that, she realized. With Rowan, she could see herself having it all.

Her thoughts drifted to their friends, gathered around for a (real) wedding ceremony; of taking a honeymoon to Antica, where she always wanted to go but never had the chance; to meeting Rowan’s family and getting to know the people who shaped her fiance into the man he was; to their future children with silver hair and turquoise eyes. Thoughts of the future didn’t scare her at that moment. Not if Rowan was with her to take on every battle that came their way.

A finger on her chin brought her back to reality. “Hey, where did you go?”

Aelin smiled at him, her best friend; Her fiance once again. “Sorry. I was just thinking.”

“Do I get to know what my Fireheart was thinking about?” He raised his eyebrows playfully.

“Hmm…maybe I could be convinced to tell you…”

Rowan pulled on her hand, leading her into her bedroom. “Well, then allow me to convince you, your Highness.” Aelin couldn’t help but smile back at him as they started their future together.

A/N: Well, here we are. It's technically the end though we have an epilogue after this to tie it all up. This has been my biggest project to date and while it's probably small compared to some of your monstrous fics, at 38k words, I'm pretty proud of how much love went into this. Fun fact: It all started with a single scene, the one that can be read above. I was listening to Love Story by TSwift and this image popped into my head of Aelin and Rowan on a balcony, confessing and proposing and crying and it was beautiful. So I hope that translated into the scene from this chapter. That one idea evolved into an entire Princess Diaries 2- based fic. Thanks for reading, my loves!

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grimaussiewitch · 1 year

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100 warlock patron pack ideas: part 7

61: You were sentence to death. In your many months of waiting out for your final day, rotting away in a damp cell, a voice called out. A fiend? Litch? Fey? Who knows what. As long as you kill for them, they will let you escape. All of those guards never stood a chance. Neither did your soul.

62: This is your third time your patron has sent you back in time. You’re back with your original level 1 party until you perfectly convert most of your party members to your patrons cause. How did you end up in this situation? You were seeking out for a strong magical mentor and accidentally called upon chuthulu-esq creatures. They can not keep breaking time and space for you or else they’ll break the cosmic world. As punishment for your failure, you are aware that you are back in time but have no clue what the previous timelines were like.

63: You are a bodyguard for hire. You will protect someone for coins. One night, a powerful fiend lord comes into your residence. His child is about to go adventuring and he does not trust them enough to life past day one. A spoil rich brat one might say. Your task is to keep them alive until they retire or the fiend lord feels satisfied in your work. Bonus points if the child doesn’t know of their demon heritage. Bonus bonus they don’t know you were hired to protect them.

64: Please do not make deals with weird slime that hangs out in a dirt hole. Yes they offered you knowledge from what they have seen over the last how many years. But please don’t trust their “dap me up” or their funny little quirks. It may be goopy but it has seen god and you’ll probably see god too.

65: You and your party were fighting a devil. Both you and your enemy go down in critical condition. You drift off into a dream full of flames and a fiend is there. You both know you’re dying, they tell you the only way for either of you to live is for them to be sealed inside you. You’re desperate to live, so you accept. You wake up in a bed surrounded by your team. They are so glad you’re alive. You are not.

66: Your patron has tricked you into believing that you are a special type of cleric or paladin. You are none the wiser. You met them in your dreams and made a deal with them to protect people.

67: You are the chosen one and to fulfil that duty, you had to be sacrificed. In the end you got some cool warlock powers but you’re not free. Your patron demands for you to hunt anyone that will hurt the religion. Little do you know, you’re not the only “chosen one”.

68: You were once a toy that was magically created to be sentient. You resided in an orphanage. Over the years being played with many different children, you wished you could move. You truely wanted to be a real person and look after these kids. When the lights went out for bedtime, a glowing orb appeared in front of you. That is your patron. There was a giant flash of light, then nothing. You felt strange and groggy. Slowly, you realised you could blink, breathe and move your limbs. A real person. In the morning, you greeted the owner of the home and asked for a job. Much to your surprise you got the job! However, it didn’t last forever. Over the next few years, the orphanage wasn’t receiving as much funding or care. Slowly but surely, the orphanage closed down. What do you do now? Welp, that glowing orb came again, explained that it made you real and now you’re it’s puppet. You can freely do whatever you want, but if there’s something that’s needed, you have to listen to your patron. If you fail after one too many times, you can always return back to your original state. A toy.

69: You are literally the worst bard ever. Big cringe fail energy. You’re too lazy to actually improve on your music so just make a bargain with a fiend instead. Who cares, you can make sweet tunes now. Screw having a soul.

70: Mystical angels put you into a death game. You made allies and enemies in that bloody game. But only one could win. After a brutal battle, you were victorious. Crowned the winner of the death game. As your prize, you get to live and have a “guardian angel” as your patron. You did not sign up for that game or this pack. You were forced into it. Now you live with scars and a patron that always watches.

#grim talks #dnd #dnd warlock #warlock #warlock pack #warlock patron #patron #patron pack #inspiration #prompt

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moonstruckloverwritings · 2 years

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Can you please do something with Yandre! Peter Parker and a reader who just fully accepts it? I reader your general headcanons and loved like the sweet side of things lol. Like she thinks she’ll hate it but she hasn’t got to do anything and can research stuff she’s interested in (like History), and then Peter comes home and she just gets love and someone cares for her. idk, hopefully my message is put across well lol. Thank you!

Yandere! Peter Parker With Accepting Reader

Hopefully this is adequate for what you requested. I hope you like it. Also, I just wanna explain that I imagine this to be the Peter Parker who’s living in his own apartment at the end of the last movie. 🕷♥️

Ooo I love this idea. But you’re right he would be really sweet. I think the only times a yandere tendency would come into play with him is when you were in potential danger of harm by someone else, in potential danger of being taken by someone else, and when he’s had a bad day and just wants to indulge in you.

I see that last one happening a lot with the work he does. But I’ll come back to that later and just go in chronological order; by events.

When he first takes you and you begin to heavily hesitate, he understands. He’s not a delusional yandere. He would know this is a big change for you that you had to get adjusted to and he’d do whatever you want to make that more comfortable. (Except for going back home that’s out of the question)

He would definitely try talking to you about things first. Your worries about the situation, things to make the transition easier, rules, punishments with an emphasis on how he’d never physically hurt you though because he never wants to see you upset.

“Well we can go over everything to maybe ease your mind.”

“Um.. not right now but if I know I can trust you then later you might can talk to your friends and things.”

“I’m sorry.. I don’t want to make this miserable for you. Is there anything I can get you that you like that’ll make it easier to be in here? You like history facts? Ok, I’ll pay for the history channel and get some books for you. What kind of history do you like? Heh, there’s a lot of it”

“well I do have some basic rules that I have to go over with you but again, they won’t be permanent if I know I can trust you.”

He would get a part time job to fund everything he needed for you. You ask and you shall receive!

After the tension has settled down between you two and you become more open to the idea. He would slowly introduce new aspects. He’ll come home showing you his new Lego set and asked what you found out about history that day. Spending general time together makes him, well, giddy.

He would think about introducing physical touch but was still weary of how you would react. He knew you were probably still adjusting but.. he just wanted to hold you.

“Hey uh.. can-can I hug you? If not I understand I just..I want to.”

If you said no, he’d totally respect it and wait til you guys felt a bit closer to ask again. But if you said yes, prepare for cuddles!

Remember when I said he’d want to indulge in you after a bad day? This is where that comes into play. I 100% can imagine him coming in with cuts and bruises and those puppy eyes just wanting to cuddle. He’d deny any treatment you’d offer at first. He’d just want to wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his head into your neck or even lap. Very golden retriever, this guy.

“I’ll get the first aid kit in a minute, I just… can I lay with you for a little while.. please?” 🥺

He would cook breakfast for you before he left, have a mini fridge with drinks and snacks for when he’s gone, and would come home to make dinner for you. He didn’t know much about cooking before, he learned to cook just because of you.

He’d clean the room as well and would ask you didn’t do anything too strenuous. Leave it up to him. That’s what he wants. He wants to take care of you any way you’d let him. If you one day asked him to comb your hair, he’d almost jump with glee then calm down enough so he can be incredibly gentle when combing. He did not want to tug on it or hurt you so it would take him a while and he’d go really slow. If you asked him to hand feed you, he’d love to and make sure to blow on each bite before feeding it to you. He’d get a little anxious not knowing if what he was doing was good enough though. If he was combing your hair and there was even the slightest tug, he’d gasp and ask if he hurt you. Or if he was feeding you and you grimaced or your facial expression faltered, he would turn into: 🥺 that emoji with the puppy eyes and ask if it was too hot, cold, or if you didn’t like it. So, in other words, he’s extremely, if not overboard in his attentiveness.

But it’s all for you and because he loves you. He just wants the best for you!

After your relationship developed and he could completely trust you, he’d allow you more freedoms. He’d at first allow you to text one, just one, of your family members of your choice just to take it slow for now. He will also be watching over your shoulder. He’d gradually allow more freedoms with who you spoke to. He’d then allow you to go out into town with him once your family knows you’re okay and that, “you just needed time alone.” Although you had to by with him every time you went out in town but he would buy you absolutely anything you wanted. One of the big freedoms he’s kind of scared to give you is to see your parents again because of course, he’d have to be there and that means he’d be meeting your family. What if they don’t like him? What if they try to take you away from him? He would express these feelings to you and ask what you thought as you knew your parents and what they’d accept in their daughters partner.

Also, quick note. He acts very much in the dating phase but in his head he thinks (knows) that marriage and kids are going to happen with you guys at some point. Like it is just natural information in his mind. So while he’s easing you both into more scenarios/freedoms/situations, he already sees you as his wife. He always had. He is committed to you and nobody but you.

Hopefully everything went well with your family and friends and they all got along with Peter. Otherwise you might “need to take a break” again. Contact via cell phone would still be open with them, but no way in hell were they going to separate you both. Unless you can convince them to think otherwise.

He just wants to be with you. Nothing is going to change that from happening. As long as your friends and family accept that, you’re life will be lived happily ever after.

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knightofleo · 7 months

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Phoebe Bridgers | Punisher

What if I told you I feel like I know you? But we never met And here, everyone knows you're the way to my heart Hear so many stories of you at the bar Most times, alone, and some, looking your worst But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers Man, I wish that I could say the same I swear I'm not angry, that's just my face A copycat killer with a chemical cut Either I'm careless or I wanna get caught Who I'm not

#good night #phoebe bridgers #punisher #phoebe bridgers punisher #it's an ode to #elliott smith #and “punishers” are fans who can't read the room and won't stop word-vomiting at their idols when they meet them

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koheletgirl · 15 hours

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when the speed kicks in i go to the store for nothing and walk right by the house where you lived with snow white i wonder if she ever thought the storybook tiles on the roof were too much but from the window it's not a bad show if your favorite thing's dianetics or stucco the drugstores are open all night the only real reason i moved to the east side i love a good place to hide in plain sight what if i told you i feel like i know you but we never met and here everyone knows youre the way to my heart hear so many stories of you at the bar most times alone and some looking your worst but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers man i wish that i could say the same i swear im not angry that's just my face a copycat killer with a chemical cut either im careless or i wanna get caught who im not what if i told you i feel like i know you but we never met it's for the best i cant open my mouth and forget how to talk cause even if i could wouldn't know where to start wouldn't know when to stop

#🤎

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farmlesbians · 11 months

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Punisher !

my favorite lyric: its part of a verse so i'm cheating but

and here everyone knows you're the way to my heart hear so many stories of you at the bar most times alone, and some looking your worst but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

my favorite song: i know the end!! or punisher

the song that makes me cry: punisher ;(

the song that’s a fucking bop: kyoto

the song i most dislike/least love: ICU

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littleoblivions · 1 year

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Top 5 Phoebe lyrics 💙

i know the end dot mp3

i wanna live at the holiday inn where somebody else makes the bed / we’ll watch tv while the lights on the street put all the stars to death

and here everyone knows you’re the way to my heart / hear so many stories of you at the bar / most times alone and some looking your worst / but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

anyway, don’t be a stranger

i hate you for what you did, and i miss you like a little kid

Ask me my "TOP 5" anything!

#asks #thank you olivia!!!!

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parkitaco · 1 year

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i don’t think you guys understand: here everyone knows you’re the way to my heart. hear so many stories of you at the bar. most times alone and some looking your worst but never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

#i'm so emotional why do i listen to phoebe bridgers at night #i know the consequences #why do i do it #also??#v v mike pov byler coded btw. if u care.

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beybaldes · 10 months

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a soft place to land

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary: “i’m never more at peace than i am in your arms.”

content warning : me once more deciding Roy’s sister is called Molly

an : technically a part 2 to ‘but never not sweet for the trust funds and punishers’ requested by the ever so lovely @onceuponaoneshotfanfic !! But can be read as a stand-alone fic too

Roy had never been good at emotions, let alone being comforted. He can remember being 8 years old and scraping his knee; he cleaned off the scrape and applied the plaster all by himself. And when Molly noticed the blue plaster covered in spaceships adorned on his knee and offered to kiss it better, like she could remember their mum doing for her before, he gave a very loud ‘no’ and ran right back out into the garden.

He just wasn’t good at it, at accepting the love people tried to offer him. At least, until you had come along.

Roy had been at Chelsea for approximately 5 weeks when he finally had the chance to meet you, his new neighbour, and even back then he’d been his gruff and gloomy self.

Roy had been at Chelsea for approximately 7 weeks when you showed up on his doorstep with a case of his favourite beer in hand and a bag full of takeout after barely having spoken more then two words to him.

“Regardless of if you’ve read the article or not, I’m coming in and we’re talking about it.” His face twisted in confusion, to which you pulled out a rolled up magazine from under you arm, the title reading in big, black font ‘Roy Kent; legend in the making and in the bedroom.’

“Some people will do anything for their five minutes of fame.” You’d scoffed, waiting for Roy to hand you two plates so that you could serve up the takeaway you’d brought over. “I hope you know this says nothing about you and everything about the shithead who sold out on you.”

Roy was silent the whole time, only grunting a response when it actually occurred to you to ask him if he even liked Chinese food; which, of course he did. You had to practically guide him to his couch and force him to eat, let alone talk to you about it.

“How are you feeling, Roy-o?” At some point, though Roy couldn’t remember when, you’d finished your meal and saddled up next to him, your knees pressed against his thigh as you sat facing him. “I mean, at best the whole of England knows you’re an absolute sex god. But i can imagine it’s not nice being on the front page of a magazine for gossip, or being sold out by whoever you were seeing.”

You finally elicited a response from Roy when you moved your hand to the back of his neck, settling your fingers in his hair which had him crashing back to reality and jumping away from you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Um, comforting you? What the fuck does it look like you prick?”

And just like that, you’d worked your way into his heart and he knew he was never going to get you back out of it.

Despite that being years and years ago, Roy had only just reached a point where he would seek you out for comfort when he needed it. More then a decade on, he still had girls left, right, and centre fucking him, stealing from him and then selling the story of it to the press. And he still had you, waiting with open arms and a listening ear to make it all go away.

Like tonight, he was once again laying between your legs, his head against your chest and your fingers combing through his hair. This time though, there was no one night stand selling his sex stories or stealing his Rolex, he simply just wanted to be with you, in your arms.

“I’m never more at peace then I am in your arms.” He whispered. The confession was out of left field for Roy; he didn’t do soft. Well, you knew that wasn’t entirely true, he was always soft with you, even if it had taken you years to show him that was okay and convince him he didn’t have to wait for you to hug him first. But saying it instead of showing it? This was an entirely different realm of braveness for Roy. “I know I’m not the best at, talking, I guess, but you make life easier. Would stay here forever if I could.”

Tears threatened to cloud your vision and it felt like your throat was closing up. It was unbelievable, to see Roy become the person he had, from way back when he’d just arrived to Chelsea to now, at Richmond as a coach. It almost felt like you had an entirely different person before you. But you didn’t. His hair still felt the same when you ran your fingers through it, he still had the same deep and gruff voice and he still threw his head back with laughter and a wide smile every-time you watched stepbrothers. Roy was still the Roy he always had been, but now he was better at showing people that version of himself.

“Will do all that I can to keep you here forever, Roy-o.” You tilted his head back, keeping your hands cupping each side of his face as you leant forward, pressing a slow and soft kiss to his lips. They were slightly chapped and the scruff of his beard tickled your skin, and the hand that moved to cup the back of your head and keep you kissing him rid of the ounce of worry you had that you’d read too much into things. “I love you, Roy. I have for a long time.”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you, but it didn’t worry you in the slightest. Whether or not Roy was able to say it, you knew that he loved you. The blush that coated his cheeks told you enough if his actions and words across the years hadn’t.

“Aw you’re blushing, you must love me.”

“Fuck off.” Roy turned his attention back to the tv, not containing the smile that pulled at his lips at the thought alone - you loved him. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling your hand to cup his face again and pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “I love you too.”

#beybaldes summer sleepover !!#roy kent x reader #roy kent imagine #roy kent one shot #ted lasso x reader

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littlemisslipbalm · 2 years

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Punisher

Josh Kiszka x reader

From the first person's point of view

Summary: you bump into josh kiszka the night before a Greta van fleet concert. as a big fan, you live out the song punisher by phoebe bridgers.

Capitalizing off my lived experience meeting Josh, not really a fic but I had to write it out. I still cannot believe I was wearing my Phoebe shirt when I met Josh and it really was the most punisher I've ever gotten.

1.5k Word Count, absolutely no warnings besides this being more so a recounting than a fic, not really like my usual stuff

The first time I met Josh Kiszka was about 24 hours before I was set to see him in concert.

I love a good place to hide in plain sight

I walked down the corridor, knowing my way despite only having been here for the first time today. Just a few hours prior I had walked the same steps. The lighting was dark inside the restaurant, an old converted church. Irish step was playing on the floor below me as I weaved behind servers and around tables. Clacking of dance shoes and the tinkling of muted conversations sped by as I walked a funeral march into the rest of my life.

And here everyone knows you’re the way to my heart

I felt terrible all day today. Sick, perhaps, but I wasn’t willing to admit it to myself just yet. My body ached and was bloated, my clothes tied me up. The early dinner hadn’t satiated much inside me, but the Irish IPA had thrown my mind off kilter. I walked back from the bathroom where I thankfully did up my belt and looked over my appearance once. Twice less than I would normally. If I had been feeling like my usual self, I would have applied lip balm, put on some perfume and gotten the piece of food out of my teeth. I would have taken my dirty hair out of its messy updo and gotten it to look halfway decent. If I had known who I was about to run into I would never have left the way I had.

But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers

The trust funds were already there, standing beside him and discussing something related to music. There were musicians' names engraved into the tiles on the ground in the walkway between the restaurant and the lift. I was leaving this way because my mother had hurt her knee and could no longer take the stairs. We had come in this way and I was taking us back out.

I swear I’m not angry, that’s just my face…

His face froze when I came upon him. My eyes likely went as wide as my entire face. My mouth began to move before my brain could. It almost felt like I was always going to meet him here, in this moment.

“Oh my god, shut up, you’re kidding,” I said to no one in reality, a laugh and a slightly shocked smile on my lips. I thought my mother was behind me but apparently she was further behind me than I thought.

My mind was a haze with the beer I had chugged minutes ago.

He looks at me, still rather confused. His classic ensemble adorned him and he looked incredibly clean especially compared to me – a sight for sorry eyes. The clean cuffed khakis, a white t-shirt beneath a slightly buttoned light brown button down and a yellow-ish jacket with a custom logo printed on the right breast. His hair was coiffed and his facial hair was neatly trimmed. His skin was clear and bright with not a dark under eye in sight.

My smudged eyes looked back at him, still in awe and quickly beginning to worry that I looked insane.

“Sorry,” I must have stuttered.

“You’re fine,” He responds easily, clearly understanding that I was a fan shocked at seeing him.

“We were just leaving,” I tried to communicate that I wasn’t stalking him or coming up to him, but that he was in my path to leave. Looking back on this, I’m not sure why I felt the need to clarify this. It seems relatively obvious that I wasn’t stalking him if I was leaving a restaurant he was just arriving at. I also have no idea what I would have said to him otherwise.

What if I told you I feel like I know you, but we never met?

“Oh,” My mother finally appears from behind me, “Do you two know each other?”

I look from her to Josh in bewilderment.

“Yeah, kind of,” He smiles, his voice casual and light. His eyes are kind and a warm brown as he speaks, seeming to have gotten his footing in the unexpected situation.

It’s for the best

My mother is confused and I smile at his joke because somehow we’ve already managed to create something just for ourselves that my mom is not privy to.

I must say something like “Oh yeah” in agreement with him, but I look at my mom and know she isn’t convinced.

I add, “He’s who we’re seeing tomorrow night.”

“Oh,” My mom replies, “Are you in the band?”

Josh laughs and confirms that he is in the band. Somehow the information that he is the lead singer gets thrown out there. I laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

I can’t open my mouth and forget how to talk

He asks where we were from. My mom says California, near San Francisco and then asks where he’s from. I've barely said a full sentence.

“Michigan, originally. Now we live in Tennessee.” It’s disputed whether he said Nashville or Tennessee but my mom said I know too much and it was probably just Tennessee.

She tells him that they’ll enjoy their time at the restaurant even though neither of us really had - she doesn't mention this fact. He also mentions that they’re waiting on a big group, him and the four other men with him so we weren't keeping him.

My mother asks if she can take a picture for me and I’m watching the ordeal. Josh replied affirmatively. She says my name when I don’t move to get next to Josh. It still doesn’t feel real. His scent is strong, some fancy cologne that is spiced with a bit of sweet vanilla in there. Calming, soothing, loving.

My mom still is insisting that she thought we knew each other when she walked up to us, like we were friends who had just run into each other while in another country.

He holds onto my shoulder and I smile the best I can, hoping I don’t look wretched in these photos. In reality, my mother only takes one picture. It’s passable. I’m wearing my platform shoes today, but Josh is still taller than me. He’s an incredibly short man though, shorter than he comes off as on stage.

My arm is hooked under his arm and rather than going around his waist my hand travels up to his shoulder closest to me. It sits flat for a moment before I retract it, feeling that it’s maybe too intimate to touch him despite him being the one to put his arm around me so casually.

I relent after we’ve taken the picture, “You actually do look like one of my friends.”

Josh quirks his head at me as we now stand side by side. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I supply, “He’s got the same hair and the mustache, but he’s from Spain.” I hear myself rambling and cut myself off, I could’ve kept going - same colored eyes but then again they are brown so that’s not uncommon. I also kick myself now for not saying something with greater flattery than ‘but he’s from Spain’. I easily could have said, ‘but he’s not as good of a singer.’

Josh laughs and adds a smile, “Yeah I’ve kinda got a Spanish look going on.”

“But ‘Kiszka’s not Spanish?”

“No,” He laughs again, “It’s Polish.”

Once again, I know too much, but I’ll allow myself to at least know his last name if I’m a fan of his band.

Cause even if I could, wouldn’t know where to start, wouldn’t know when to stop

It’s coming to an end. I have no idea what to say, despite wishing for this moment since I fell in love with the music. I could’ve asked about any of the musicians on the floor that I’m sure we both like. Or about Florence’s new album. Mentioned my love for John Denver or Fleet Foxes. Complimented the music or his voice. Requested Tears of Rain. Anything I’ve ever wanted to say to him. My mind is blank.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.

He smiles and nods, maybe he says goodbye, I don’t remember. His smile is a great warmth, his eyes a kindness. I’ll forever wish I could be cocooned in his presence. It was peace when all I felt was chaos radiating from me.

Then I decided to add, “Hopefully I can actually see you.”

He nods and maybe laughs again, I don’t have to explain, he knows what I mean. I’m short and likely won’t be able to actually see him on the stage.

He walks away and I walk to the elevator but my mom is now in conversation with one of the other men with Josh. He’s asked about ‘San Fran’ and is telling her about his group's itinerary after the show tomorrow night. I had already pressed the elevator button and it opened and I held it for a little, waiting for her to come. She doesn’t. In that time, Josh walks back in and sees me waiting for my mother who is in conversation. I don’t bother to say anything because I think we’re both glad for the painful experience to be over. I give a weak smile. I am so tired.

He hugs the man next to my mom and walks away again. I don’t see him again until the next day at the concert, but thankfully I can actually see him -- I'm one row behind barricade. In my heart, I believe he remembered me and sent a few smiles and points my way.

#josh kiszka x you #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fluff #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka fan fic #josh kiszka gvf #this kind of makes me sick to post but also I want to share

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