#I saw a tik tok that inspired me but I can't find it

[yes-im-a-simpp]

Dick : What you and a hospital have in common?

Wally : I don't know Dick, what do we have in common?

Dick : I should be inside both of you.

Wally laughing : That's really funny-wait a second.

Dick :

Wally :

Dick :

Wally : Why do you have to be in a hospital?

Dick taking his shirt off : Well, I kinda got shot three days ago and-

Wally : DICK WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE BLEEDING OUT

#dc comics #batfam #dick grayson #batkids #batfans #birdflash #Wally West #wally west x dick grayson #dick grasyon #wallydick #I saw a tik tok that inspired me but I can't find it #sorry bout that

[tiyoin]

Tiyoin the voices got to me again. I was scrolling tho tik tok and came across a video ,and it reminded me that you mentioned reader doing a sport before attending twst in the singing au. Wanna give a guess what sport I saw??

It was ✨figure skating✨. Just imagine it for a sec. Do I know anything about skating?? No. But the idea of anxiety reader being one is beautiful. Especially since skating isnt a confrontation sports like soccer and, reader doesn't have to be in contact with someone while performing their act.

I see reader starting the sport when they were young. They may have seen it as a way to put themselves out there while doing something they enjoy and find relaxing. They didn't compete in big contests with thousands of people watching (girlie would not make it). They would only get to county or district level of the contest B4 the nerves got to them. Most likely self sabotages at the end so they wouldn't have to seen and judged by so many. Reader does has a few gold medals tho. Yuu has been their personal cheerleader for a few years now. Going to as many contests as he can to just support reader and know they're not alone.

✨Now✨

What if there is a different competition (w/o a overblot hopefully) which a sport is picked randomly. Whether you want it to be a school vs school, dorm vs dorm or maybe grade vs grade you can decide. I think it could work with any of them. Like they pick a few people to represent their side and to complete. The ones that physically compete get prizes (💰) and the others get bragging rights and a 🍕 pizza party or smth like that idk.

Anyways, Yuu is like *puppy eyes* pls reader 👉👈we poor. And reader knows Yuu is only asking cuz they they really need the money and he would never make them do smth that would harm them. Yuus real motive is maybe this will help reader make friends or less be less anxious around their classmates. And he knows Reader is gonna win cuz none of the others skate.

The only ones in NRC that I can see being able to skate to a degree is Rook, Jade or Ortho maybe Epel too. He probably hated it till his grandma said only strong people could skate cuz it's hard. I think his home town is gets snow right? Can't recall rn.

Depending on which VS is picked the outfit and preforment is gonna be a easy choice or the hardest thing in the whole contest. Maybe a duet gets thrown in there. ➖👄👁️

Overall reader is ✨stressed✨ rightfully so. The creeps are recording, admirers admirering, rivals showing up left and right. Reader gonna need a nap after everything that's happened.

Another 3-5 am ask woooo. Sorry if there is any spelling errors. Why do the best ideas always come when I'm tired 😩. I can send u a tik tok I saw that inspired me if u want. Also I don't mean to mention Rook in every ask he just shows up w/o asking. Like my fav is Malleus and I haven't send a single idea with him.

Maybe it's cuz Rooks a Sagittarius and I'm a Gemini. They are sister signs. That's probably why he lives in my head rent free. I hope a good night.

MEL- I NEED TO KISS YOU BRAIN RIGHT NOW!!

especially with the death of YOI: adolescence... a sad day for anime lovers' everywhere (im on desktop so i can't do any emojis </3)

I actually had a really big skating phase. still do and would love to have prof. lessons. i wanted to do it so. badly. my parents said 'no' and that it was too late for me, so i mourn that. believe it or not, i was in soccer and almost did it in college.

but the ice feeling so freeing whenever reader steps onto it. they're not worried about sweating because of ice, and they can move how the want when they want.

reader would 100 PERCENT self sabotage themselves. filling their head with nonsense and because of all those thoughts (especially) 'dont miss this spin, dont miss this spin' only to miss it because they were focusing on whether they would 'miss the spin or not')

but in their home world, reader is phenomenal!! they're amazing! they got scouted by amazing coaches who wanted to tap into their raw potential, who were impressed by reader's hard work and drive... but reader always finds a away to miss things up for themselves.

OH MY GOD AHHH SPORTING COMPETETIONS WERE ALWAYS MY FAVORITE ARCS IN SHOWS

ITS LIKE THEIR OWN MINI OLYMPICS HAHAHA (reader: wdym you guys dont have olympics?)

ofc there's a pre sign up and auditions. reader is thinking and mulling it over. because trying out for the boys team is very different than the girl's team, is co-ed even allowed?? this is an all boys school after all!

(yuu brings crowley to their audition to convince him to give them student-ship so they can compete and WRECK those snot-nosed princes.)

maybe there's a partner skate? and you know that the admirers of reader that can skate and sign. the. fuck. up.

I WANT SKATER JADE!! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!! but home boy would probably not be able to skate at the level of reader just because he's og a fish and if he started skating when he turned human then he'd only have a year of experience </3

but lets just say there's a sports thing they have... not club but dedicated for this event... then i can see jade being somewhat on reader's level. but there's still a difference unfortunately

ROOK HUNT SKATED OUT OF THE WOMB!! ortho could professionally skate sine... 5 minutes ago? like c'mon guys get on his level.

though i can see rook rather being an observer. he also called it 'ice dancing' because that's what it is to him. but if rook trying out for this instead of his usual sweep of archery, all to stop some... he doesn't have a word for the level of disgust he'd have if he saw you dancing with a slimy no name.

plus he will be able to experience your growth! not just as a skater but as a person! he can also get closer to you!

vil. vil can! ice dance. he needed to learn it for a film and he's always liked the feeling of being on the ice. which makes pomefiore the contenders for being on the team / being reader's partner during partner categories.

epel would want ot learn hockey but was forced into ice skating by his grandma HAHAH she'd say that he can learn to play hockey after he's mastered the ice or something. it's something he's NOT proud of- but (if this is the point where him and reader are on good terms) then he'll happily play up him being a skating pro.

i can also see vil forcing epel into skating for the school. like wdym ice skating is for girls? get your ass on the ice NOW

SILVER AND LILIA WOULD ALSO BE ICE SKATERS AHHH. but it's a bit dangerous for silver to be on the ice but if it means helping support his friend then he's gung ho about it! just... please keep an eye on him in case he starts falling (he's usually good about that. making it to the sides before he was able to face plant on the ice. but lilia is always present in case of such emergencies (and if the designated watchers arent able to get to him in time))

lilia has dabbled in a bit of everything. so if you see him whip out a quad (with only a little bit of stumbling, as he complains about his bones again) he'll act like it's not hard (it's not- for him)

BUT IF MALLEUS WANTS TO GET INTO THAT ICE SKATING ACTION THEN HE'LL SPEND HOURS AT IT. the prince bale to do things a bit differently than everyone since he's.. ya knw, thee malleus draconia.

crowley ; you can barly even skate! why are you at the try outs!

malleus :... give me a week (and the mofo MEANS IT)

and dw i get random spouts of 'rook hunter-itis too. I DONT MIND YOU BRINGING HIM UP CAUSE I LOVE HIM- AND MALLEUS AHHHH)

#tiyoin 🔎 #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted anxiety 🌀 #mel <3

[antimony-medusa]

Okay so inspired by nothing in particular (it's inspired by reading the notes on the ace swag final poll, fun stuff in there), I have been thinking about being Cringe. Cause like, you enter a fandom, and usually, you find out shortly that somebody else hates that fandom. There is no fandom niche enough that it's not Weird to somebody, and there's no fandom mainstream enough that it's not Annoying to somebody else. And given the fact that some people do hatred recreationally, there's often going to be somebody mad enough about your fandom that they're going to go on diatribes about how your fandom is bad and actually harmful and destroying the fabric of civilization, etc. They're gonna pull out anything negative and blow it up until it's the size of the skyline and attack you for liking this negative thing.

Fun times, we've all seen it.

And the thing is, there's an impulse to have this happen and immediately find somebody else to point to and say, yeah, well, I might be weird, but at least I'm not THAT guy. I might read YA, but at least I'm not a Furry— those guys are sexual deviants! I might be into actual play podcasts, but at least I'm not into mcyt— those guys are all harmful and my guy is fine. I might be into danmei, but at least I'm not into bandom— rpf is so gross. I might be a furry, but at least I'm not into mainstream romance novels— senseless drivel aimed at middle class white women. Y'know. Immediately find someone to punch down on.

And boy do I understand why you want to do that, when people are pointing at you, but I don't actually think that it's helpful.

Cause like, every fandom has a logical train of thought and reasonable human impulses behind it. You might not share those impulses— I'm not a furry I don't think, I don't really get true crime— but that doesn't mean I can't have it explained to me by a very patient person in in the writer's workshop common room and go "oh, yeah, kinda pretending to be an animal, but you're gay about it, yeah, makes sense", or "oh yeah, morbid curiosity from the safety of your headphones, it's like a horror movie but real" and nod. Like there isn't a fandom or group out there that doesn't look weird from the outside, and there isn't a fandom or group that can't be explained if someone has thought about the human psyche enough.

And that isn't to say that there isn't sometimes salient critiques for what fandoms are doing or not doing— to grab the two examples above, I have heard people talking about issues with true crime reinforcing the current fucked up justice system, or bigotry at furry cons. But a) most of the time, there is already somebody inside that community that's fighting against those issues, and you just threw them under the bus with the problem they're trying to fix b) you don't usually know the nuances of the actual conversation and problems, you saw a couple callout posts. You saying "Yeah I'm a board game nerd but at least I don't play competitive trading card cames, those guys are doing nothing but feeding the capitalist machine" is not usually helpful towards fixing the ctg scene. It's just a cheap way to score points.

Like, I assure you that the YA scene is aware of the calcification of the genre into a tighter and tighter romantic form and their dependence on going big on tik-tok to sell enough to keep publishing. They know.

You specifically saying that your fandom is better cause it's not [problems you heard about other fandom having] is not actually going to make the person who's hating on you stop hating. They already decided that you're the person they're better than and that they're punching down on, you passing the punching down on to another fandom just makes more people sad on the internet, and potentially starts yet another chain of someone punching down at someone else. The wheel grinds on, everybody gets punched.

I guess this is just kinda turning into a "why hate on the internet, what good does that do" post, which is broader than I meant it to be. But like, there's a difference between thoughtful critique of problems (complicated to do fairly but very necessary) and finding someone new to curbstomp to make yourself feel better/morally superior (look, I'm writing this on a mcyt blog, we've all seen this happen, it does not increase the joy in the world).

Like in MCYT, we all decide to punch down on [other server we hate], or RPF, or people who write kidfic, or people who write e-rated fic/art, or people doing the popular trope of the moment, and sure, it lets you feel morally superior for the moment, at the cost of slapping the guy next to you. Haven't we had enough slapping the guy next to you? There but for the grace of god (got a fun idea/watched the wrong stream/ended up in the wrong brainstorming circle/got fixated on the wrong funny guy) goes I. You're not better than another group just because you saw a couple more callout posts (usually from people inside the community trying to fix things) about them.

We are all Cringe. There is nobody who's not Cringe. Don't say that you're not Cringe because someone else is more Cringe. Stop that.

#discourse #This is another thing where the public/private rule applies too I think #cause social media is public and what you do there is governed by different politeness rules #walking into your friend's dms and saying GOD I AM SO ANNOYED BY [other fandom] is a normal human impulse #posting that where other people can see that is potentially much more like shouting in the face of a random person #idk this is potentially something where me having a thousand followers is warping the perspective #cause I try to be really aware of the fact that who knows what people who see my posts are into #there's nobody I can throw under the bus and not have them see it #if you have eight followers all of which you know #you're much more effectively in a private space #idk #boy reading the tags on that ace swag poll was kinda a Oh Yeah They Really Hate Us moment #I forgot that cause I was just happy over here #but boy are we still an internet's favoured punching bag #and I just think making an effort to not continue to punching bag people might be good #fandom meta

[thecouchsofa]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks to @sweet-s0rr0w for the mention! Side note: Nor All That Glisters is beyond brilliant, I can't believe I only found it last month!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14 - somehow this feels like heaps and nothing at the same time!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

476,709! Half of those are from one fic though

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only HP at the moment. I'm very much a 'one fandom at a time' person!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Lesson of You (65k, E) - kidfic, family feels, featuring my favourite tag of all time: accidental child acquisition. I saw that tag on a Sterek fic and it was like a lightning bolt of inspiration - I wrote this fic based on that tag alone!

Walk the Line (16k, E) - Draco sees Harry in the Mirror of Erised but doesn't know what it is and asks Harry about it.

Tales of Apparation Gone Awry (12k, E) - humor, Draco in denial, sometimes accidental drunk Apparition.

Potter's Snake Removal Services (3k, E) - humor, misconstrued texts, tent sex, Goyle being traumatised by said tent sex.

Slytherin Eighth Years are Shit at Potions (or are they?) (4k, T) - Draco's friends slip him a love potion and think they've poisoned him when he acts the same towards Harry.

Side note: my top 3 by kudos are 3/5 of the fics I put in an ask response about my favourite fics of mine - apparently my opinion is the same as the general consensus!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do now, but I didn't used to (social anxiety is a bitch). I make an effort to respond now because I read all of them and they genuinely do make a massive difference. I don't respond to comments on things I posted before this year - there's so many now on certain fics that were posted so long ago that it would feel beyond awkward for me to respond to them now. I wouldn't want to start responding to new comments on those fics without then doing the same for the earlier comments either. So 2023 onwards at this point!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Nothing that's been posted, mine all tend to be very fluffy. I don't really fuck with unhappy endings, life is angsty enough as it is! I like nice cliche endings tied up with brightly coloured bows. That said, a short fic that's going up sometime this month does have an ambiguous ending, so that'll be my answer then.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my stuff tends to be pretty fluffy at the end. The ending of The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls is pretty bloody saccharine though!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in my comments section, thankfully. I did see one of my fics get rec'd on tik tok at one point and the teens in the comments section were warning others away from looking at my account because of a certain PWP that's on there, which did make me laugh quite a bit!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Definitely! I find smut the easiest thing to write. If I feel writer's block coming on I sit down and write a smut scene or crank out a PWP! I've got quite a few completed ones that have been sitting in my docs since 2018!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope, crossovers definitely aren't my thing!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. I don't even know why you would tbh.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've been lucky enough to have multiple fics be translated!

The Lesson of You has been translated into Russian and Korean, Potter's Snake Removal Services and Silent Night have also both been translated into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but it would be an interesting thing to try!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Drarry for sure! I have major brain rot for this ship.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The very first fic I ever started writing for this fandom! It was a soulmate AU about seeing colours that I wrote around 8k for and then moved on to something else. I read through all of my half-finished fics when I started writing for this fandom again this year and was like 'hey, I quite like this' and then - shock horror - it got pushed to the wayside again. Maybe it'll get done eventually, who knows!

16. What are your writing strengths?

God, I don't even know. Sometimes it's humor, sometimes it's descriptions. Depends on the day, I reckon!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing, probably. For Brightest Constellations I tried to combat this by literally drawing up a table and writing for each location exactly what stage of their relationship Draco and Harry would be at. I did manage to stick to it with only a few changes, but it was properly hard!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't do it because I'm embarrassed I'd get it wrong! I don't mind reading it though!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Direction (lmao). Fourteen year old me wrote a Harry/Louis fic in the notes app on my iPad that will never, upon pain of death, see the light of day!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls. I wrote this because I wanted to read something like it and I didn't think there were nearly enough road trip fics in this fandom. I also wanted to do a character study on Harry, since many fics focus on Draco's trauma. I absolutely adore this fic and I'm thinking about getting it bound so I can see it on my bookshelf. I'm so heckin proud of it!

I don't know who hasn't been tagged at this point so if you're reading this and want to do it, consider this me tagging you! Feel free to tag me in your post, I'd love to read it!

#tag game #my stuff

[lisacatara-actress]

Almost Lisa: Pt 13, “Almost in one piece”

*I retain all rights to my photography and story, story details, biographical information, fashion designs, art work, and anything and everything I have posted which is my own creation*)

Welcome back Earth (?) people! I’ve been having a hard time writing lately. I can't find positive or inspirational things to write about. But I realized today that if I'm going to be honest, I have to be honest about my feelings as well. It’s challenging to maintain a positive disposition in these uncertain/ disturbing times. Everything is not okay. I am not, in fact, okay. Anyone else out there overwhelmed in this eye-opening, mind-numbing, post-pandemic nightmare of a time in our history? We’ve lost sight of some things.

“Wokeness isn't how you dress, how you identify, or who you Love.

  Woke is Aware”

Sometimes I see videos like one from tik tok recently of an elderly man on his balcony. The building he’s in is clearly on fire all around him, and the look on his face says it all: There's nowhere for him to go. There's nothing he can do to help himself. He's too old to jump, can't hold his breath to run through the fire, can't see well. He takes a big breath then lets it out, crosses his arms, and leans on the banister, looking down. Waiting. Thinking.

I can't not watch these videos. Even though the end result was Good Samaritans coming to his rescue, my heart dropped witnessing the moment of helplessness and "coming-to-terms” this man dealt with, alone. I saw/ felt my own fragility in him. No one should feel alone.

More and more, I'm reminded that I'm very much on my own. There's no one in my life who knows my habits or schedule. No one knows where I might be at any given moment of the day. Where- exactly- I live. My favorite things. I am just on my own. All responsibilities are mine. Every decision. Every idea. Every move I make. I am my Checks & Balances. It’s exhausting and boring. And it’s been this way for nearly two decades. I have these lucid dreams where I'm stuck on a balcony in a building that's on fire. Or underground in a place no one can hear me call from. And I realize, quite distinctly, that no one's coming for me.

No one is coming.

Tomorrow is February 8th. My birth date. Per usual, the date crept up quickly and I made no plans to do anything or include anyone. My mind has been preoccupied with getting taxes straightened out, finding work, figuring out a plan for continued (endless) medical care. In a perfect world (one where I had a healthy group of friends and my body didn't hurt 24/7), there would be dancing and celebration. I’d probably buy a pretty frock, do up my hair and face, and hit the town with my people (I would definitely have quality People). There would be smiles, laughter, and I’d feel safe to let my hair down. Instead, I spend birthdays alone, on my laptop, in a busy cafe somewhere, listening to others. And there will likely be a sign on the back on my laptop which reads:

It’s my Birthday. Say Hello! Tell me a Story.

Things which are challenging when you live in Hollywood and work in the Entertainment industry:

    * Making Appointments   * Real Friendships   * Dating    * Vacations          

            * Planning Social Stuff    * Classes   * Laundry   * Groceries

I haven't been in control of my schedule for more than 20 years. The BIZ has a way of holding you hostage, in anticipation of that next audition, that next gig, that potential opportunity just around the corner. And they are always coming! If you're not careful, you lose great gaps of your life “on hold” (not only to earn and further your career, but to keep those health benefits, after all). There is one surefire way to get a booking (entertainers, all in unison now...) BOOK A TRIP. It never fails! Just be unavailable and the Universe will provide. Like I keep saying, this business ain’t for everyone.

For so many reasons, it’s impossible to have a “normal life” as an Entertainment professional. I marvel at those who manage! Many who are determined to make it later wind up leaving the industry for a healthier Human experience. And because of this, those who remain often have transient relationships/ friendships. People come. People go. And global pandemics happen, scattering everyone all over the country and the globe.

Caught a clear reflection of my face in the glass while pumping gas today. Almost didn't recognize myself. There's an absence in the eyes. The corners of my mouth turn down. I look heavy, tired. And I know it's been this way for quite some time.

I honestly can't remember the last time I felt safe. Truly happy. Filled with energy. I've been fighting this uphill battle with my health for over a decade, without progress. Spend so much of my time, energy and money doing so. Doesn't seem to be a solution for my situation (yet). It's definitely changed my physical appearance: my skin (never had acne, until recently), my hair (it’s whitening, fast), my energy (what energy?), my weight (I’m 11 pounds thicker than before). Lol, no one notices. Most of my community “knows” me from social media posts, throwback photos, and they communicate via texts or DMs. When you’ve traditionally been a physically beautiful woman, the world (in passing, and through it’s vantage point from The Cloud) refuses to accept you any other way. So I handle it all quietly, alone. Every challenge. Every loss. Every obstacle. Who better?

I miss spontaneity and going dancing all night, and meeting up with friends for dinner, and being in a relationship. I couldn't fathom being in a relationship with anyone in the condition I'm in. Simply going out to eat is just too much of a challenge alone, but to add someone else... And intimacy? Forget about it. With how often I don't feel well, and how often I have to change plans because I'm feeling bloated (not sexy), a relationship is doomed for arguments and disappointments.

I was a physically beautiful, healthy woman for a while. The outside matched the inside (the part I value). My diet was clean, I never drank, smoked or did drugs. I meditated often, exercised regularly, ate organic food and had energy for days! In fact, my energy was infectious. Simply by walking in the room, I could shift it. That's how powerful I was! And I knew it. But I haven't been Her (me) for a while. And I miss Her so much.

Here’s a secret: I don't like living in Georgia. Love the people, like the seasons. But the food hurts me, the weather makes me ache more, I don't meet people I really connect with or have conversations I'm interested in which help me to grow. Not working due to pandemic conditions has been painfully isolating and cost me entire years of income as my industry shut down and still struggles to regain it’s momentum. I’ve worked hard for my money. So I can travel. So I can fix my health. Two things which can't happen currently.

It seems the best years of my life are flying by with little substance or joy. That’s  counterintuitive to who I am! But it’s what I see on my face. I want to go Home, wherever that is. I want to go back to California. But this was a one-way ticket. I can't afford to return as the rents have only increased and my income has not. Last year was one of the worst in 20 years for me, financially. Now, we are preparing for yet another Writers strike which will shut things down again. It’s scary. But hardly my first rodeo.

Who likes roller coasters?!!! Okay. Enough of all that.

    (To be continued...)

(PS If you like what you're reading, I welcome contributions to the efforts via Venmo  @LTarantinoDesigns)

#Hollywood #blog #actress Lisa Catara #entertaiment #movies #life #success #mental health

[m-jelly]

hi jelly, im so happy you opened up requests <3 i believe i saw somewhere that Megara is one of your favorite disney characters (and I loveee "I won't say I'm in love") so when this tik tok popped up on my fyp i thought it would be a cute idea! in the video, Levi is reciting some of the Hades lines, so I thought...what about a fic where Levi and reader are best friends for many many years, are super close and what not, and he is nagging her about a guy she just met but secretly its because he has the biggest crush/in deeply in love with her...and then the fluffy spicy (or whatever you wish lol) goodness begins :D

i hope you are taking time for self care & thank you for all the time you put into sharing your writing with us!! <3

I LOVE Hercules like really love. I used to have it on VHS as a kid and play it on repeat all the time. I even had a Meg doll. I just adored it. I was too little to play the Ps1 game, so I have fond memories of watching my mum play it <3

He's a guy!

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, confessions, love, friends to lovers, sex, Levi fucks his feelings into you, becoming a couple.

Concept: You and Levi have been friends for a long time and he's always loved you. You've always loved Levi, but you never thought he loved you back, so you've been trying to find love elsewhere. As he hangs out with you at your house, you talk to him about a guy you think is "different" But Levi doesn't see that. As things get heated between you both, the words turn to sex and passion. Afterwards, you both talk about how deep your love is for each other.

Inspired by the Hercules scene!

18+ material below. Minors do not interact.

You felt so frustrated as you paced in Levi's living room. "I think he's wonderful. I mean, I think I could be happy here."

Levi looked up at you and felt pissed off that yet again you wanted another man. "I can't believe you're getting so 'worked up' about some guy."

You turned to Levi. "This one is different. He's honest and he's sweet."

Levi rolled his eyes. "Please."

You pouted at your friend. "He'd never do anything to hurt me!"

"He's a guy!"

You paused a moment. "You always do this. Every time I talk to you about a guy that could be wonderful you just shit on it all."

He sat back. "Because not a single guy you've told me about has been this dream man you told me about. All guys are the same."

You laughed a little. "Including you?"

"Of course! I have hidden agendas and everything, we all do."

You walked up to Levi. "Okay, what the fuck is yours then? If you want to be so honest with me about how crap guys are, then you tell me what's wrong with you."

He stood up. "What's wrong with me? I've been madly in love with my best friend for years and not said a damn thing."

You stared at Levi. "You...you love me?"

"With all my heart and soul."

You welled up. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He sat down. "Because I'm a guy."

You sat with him. "I...Levi...I have loved you too, but I didn't think you wanted me."

"Tch, you kidding me?" He held your hands. "Who wouldn't want you?" He leaned closer. "You're sweet, cute, funny, smart, creative and wonderful. I love you."

You smiled. "I love you."

He kissed you and hummed. “You taste so good.” He kissed you more. "Bedroom?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He lifted you up and carried you to your room. He slowly pulled your trousers off and then threw them across the room. He noticed your legs were pressed together; your knees pulled towards you. He placed his hands on your knee and gently ran his thumbs on your skin. “Are you afraid of me? Afraid that I’m using you?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. I love you. I trust you as well. After all these years we've known each other, you've been wonderful.”

He kissed your knee. “I'm glad you're not scared. If you are, I'd stop right away. You mean the world to me."

You blushed. "I do?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"You really want me?"

"The number of nights I’ve laid awake and imagined being between your legs. I just want to hold you, make you feel pure heaven over and over.”

You whined a little as he massaged your skin, you slowly opened your legs from him as a shiver ran through him, you wanted him so much it was driving you crazy.

“I want to know what noises you make.” He pushed his hands down the outside of your thighs, then held your underwear and dragged them down. “And what your buttons are” He threw your underwear to the side, then he moved your legs over his shoulders, then he leaned down slowly. You shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your thigh. “Here?” He lightly kiss as you hummed, then he moved closer, his lips dragging against your skin. “Here too.” He moved a bit higher and closer to your clit, he lightly blew on your skin, then kiss. You raised your hips slightly and shivered. “Here seems best.” He bit down on the sensitive spot, you gripped the sheets and hummed, you moaned as he swirled his tongue over the mark. He pulled away, then looked up at you. “Beautiful.”

You blushed and covered your face with your hands, then giggled. “How is it possible? You only have to nip and kiss me and I’m a gooey mess.”

He kissed his way up to your hip bone, then nipped it. “Maybe because you love me and I love you.”

You hummed in delight. “I do love you so much, but I also think you have a hidden talent.”

“Thank you.” He slipped his hand over your stomach and pressed down. He squeezed your thigh to comfort you, he could tell you were a little nervous and shy still. He loved that about you, how one minute you were confident and saying very rude jokes, then the next you were all cute and shy on him blushing away. You were everything to him, his adorable, cute, strong, brave and funny best friend.

Levi had been thinking and dreaming of this moment for so long. He licked up your pussy and felt you jump, he soothed you with his hand, he was letting you know you were safe. He licked again and felt you relax a little at his touch, he smirked a little, he felt pride in you wanting him now.

He pressed his tongue flat this time, then slowly licked up your pussy in a teasing manner. You moaned at him in delight, he was loving this so much. He focused on your clit and gave it a tiny lick. You bucked a little at him, he’d found one of the best buttons. You reached your hand down as he lightly teased your clit, then you clasped his hand on your tummy.

He tested out different patterns on your clit, he wanted to know what you loved. When he heard you mewl and moan the most, he made note of them in his head to do them always. As soon as he had a collection of new patterns, he used them one after another on you.

You gripped his hand hard; you arched your back and began panting. You couldn’t believe how good Levi was with his tongue. You hummed at him, then shifted your legs. He glanced up at you, then took your clit into his mouth and sucked. You whined and whimpered at him; it was good, too good. You squeezed your legs against his head.

He shifted his hand from your thigh to your pussy. He moved a slender finger up and down to comfort you, to make you relax a little. He pressed his finger into you slowly, he felt you squeeze him in delight.

You moaned his name and moved your hips. He pressed inside you, then when you didn’t react the way he wanted you to, he moved his finger and pressed again. You yelped a moan at him. He smirked after finding your g-spot. He pulled his finger out, then pressed two into you. You panted and wined at him, a fire coursing through every inch of you.

You rocked your hips to his movements; you squeezed your hand and moaned his name over and over. Your legs were beginning to shake, your body bubbling in bliss. You leaned your head back and closed your eyes tightly. You squeezed your toes, but you couldn’t hold on any longer. You felt the snap and the rush of pleasure go from your pussy and all the way through your body.

Your body relaxed, completely. You’d never felt this relaxed in so long. You lay there, body limp as you panted and enjoyed the last bits of pleasure fading away and Levi helping you ride out that pleasure.

Levi pulled from you, he licked his fingers and his lips, then crawled up your body and kissed you. You hummed and tangled your finger in his hair, you tugged a little earning you a little growl from him. You smiled at him, then pulled from his lips.

You rolled over onto him and sat up. You smiled down at him. “That was so worth the wait.”

He smiled at you and ran his hands up your thighs. “It was.”

“Buuuuut.”

“But?”

You leaned down and giggled. “It’s not over yet handsome.”

“Exciting.”

You hummed and leaned over to the bedside drawer and found your condom supplies. You sat up and folded your arms. “So, do you want me to?”

He shook his head. “A woman gave me oral before and I hated it so much, it’s so dirty. So no.”

"Oh, I remember you telling me that, you were freaking out about it." You smiled. “It’s okay, I won’t do anything you don’t want. Communication is key, right?”

He sat up and nodded. “Right.” He kissed and nipped your neck making you giggle. “So, want to know what’s on my mind?”

You nodded. “Please.”

“I want you naked under me moaning my name.” He purred and growled against your ear making you shiver. “I want to be inside you.”

You kissed Levi roughly, your body grinding against his. “I want you too.”

You tucked the condom in your bra, then you looked down and pulled Levi’s trousers down. You jumped off him and the bed then whipped his trousers and boxers off. You looked up and blushed at finally seeing his hard length, you gulped and licked your lips. You'd always been curious what the fuss was about and why so many women wanted him back, now you knew.

Levi took the condom off you. “I’ll do this because I’m afraid if you touch me I might not last.”

You giggled. “I’m honoured you think I’m so alluring.”

He let out a shaky breath after pulling down the protection on himself. “You have no idea what you do to me. I still can't believe we're finally...I mean...we were friends all this time and we're...I'm excited."

You moved closer on your knees and straddled him. You sat down so his hard penis ran along your pussy, he sucked in air between his teeth. You hummed and began rocking against him. “I think your lovely words and looks let me know.” You bit your lip. “And the very, very hard cock against my pussy lets me know.”

He ran his hands up your side and moaned. “So good…you feel so good.”

You dotted his face with kisses, then raised up and let out a sigh as your body ached and craved for what was next. “Levi?”

He gulped and held your hip and his dick, then he guided you as you slowly lowered down onto him. You held your breath and hummed as just the head was in. You closed your eyes and focused as your body tingled. You sighed and opened your eyes and slowly pushed down. Levi looked up at you, mouth slightly open as he moaned at you. You lowered yourself fully on him and took him all. Your body squeezed him in delight, he just felt so good.

You tapped your forehead against his and smiled. “I’m so happy we’re together like this.”

He smiled at you. “I’m so excited to be with you. Loving you for all these years...I'll never stop loving you.”

You smiled and undid your bra, then you slipped it off and dropped it off the bed. “Me too.”

He growled and leaned forwards and captured a bit of your breast in his mouth. You held the back of his head and hummed in delight. You rocked your hips against him making him bite a little harder. You moaned and sighed, then rocked your hips a little faster. Levi felt good, he felt really good inside you. You loved Levi, you really loved him, so you hoped he loved you just as much. It was just crazy to think that a few minutes ago you were just friends, but not you were riding his cock.

Levi held your hips firmly, then began moving you up and down on him. You hummed and whined a little, it felt good, too good. You placed your hands on his shoulders, then leaned back a little and moved with him. Your body began to tingle again in delight, with every movement up and down, you felt a little surge of pleasure.

You moved one of your hands to tangle in Levi’s hair, you pulled his head away from your chest stopping him from covering your breasts in little love bites. You looked down and saw so many, but you didn’t let it bother you right now. You lifted Levi’s head up, then whined at him a little. He smiled at you, then captured your lips in a loving kiss. You sighed at the kiss, like everything was perfect now he was kissing you.

Levi squeezed your hips, then bucked up to meet your movements. You whined and moaned at him, the roughness of his actions setting your body on fire. He angled your hips and thrusted hard and heard a moan he thought was heavenly. He repeated his actions over and over.

You squeezed him hard, you shuddered and clenched up, your body was on fire. Levi kissed your chest all over, then your neck. He smiled against your skin, then moved his hand down and rubbed your clit. You shook in his hands, then felt a snap in your body. You moaned and felt the warmth a trickle through you.

You flopped against Levi, then grinded your hips against him as you carried on enjoying the pure bliss. He wrapped his arms around you, then turned you around and lay you on the bed. He played with your hair, then kissed your face all over.

You hummed in happiness, then opened your eyes to look at Levi. You cupped the side of his face, then pulled him into a kiss. He rocked his hips slowly into you, you moaned and mewled at him in delight. Your nails dragged down his back lightly, this only encouraged Levi to buck more into you. You whined at him, you wanted more, just a bit more.

You rocked your hips to meet his. You nipped his lip, then deepened the kiss more. You smiled and felt your heart flutter in delight, you wished Levi would kiss you for forever, it just made you feel so loved and wanted by him.

He ran his hands up your arms, then slammed them above your head. He pulled from your lips, smiled at you, then looked down at you as he slammed his hips hard into you. You cried out and pulled the most beautiful face riddled with pleasure. Levi growled at you, then began repeating his actions.

He glanced down at your chest to your breasts, he sped up a little and watched your perfect mounds bounce. He growled more, then squeezed your hands tightly. To him your body felt amazing, he couldn’t believe how good you felt. Your moans and face were the best thing about this all, you looked so wonderful.

He let your hands go, then knelt up and held your hips up a little. He grinded into you at first and watched your face a moment. You had a happy smile, like you had a gentle pleasure in your body. He increased his speed and got a little rough with you, he was being just a little possessive with you, after all you did recently talk to him about another man.

He squeezed your hips hard, so much so that it was going to leave marks on your lovely skin. You reached out for Levi, then grabbed his wrists as he held you. You moaned and arched your back, this roughness felt divine, but you weren’t sure what set Levi off. You just knew you had to hold onto him for dear life.

Levi let your hips go and lowered his whole weight onto you, he’d shown you his possessiveness and jealousy, but now he wanted to shower you with love. He tangled his fingers in your hair, then kissed your face all over as his body dragged against yours as he grinded against you. His body rubbed perfectly against your sensitive skin, as well as your clit. He kissed along to your neck and saw an area he hadn’t yet mark.

He kissed your neck, then sucked and nipped at your skin making you moan his name. Your body clenched around Levi, your nails dug into his back more which were bound to leave marks on him, but he wouldn’t care, he’d wear them with pride. In fact, Levi would love it if you nipped and bit his neck and made your mark on him, but that would have to wait because he was too occupied by marking your neck.

You whined at him. “Levi.”

He pulled from your neck, then kissed you and hummed. He could feel you were near your end and he was close to his. You wrapped your arms around him, fingers in his hair and other hand on his back. You kissed along his jawline, then nipped a little making him buck hard. You gasped at his action, then kissed to his neck. You licked a bit of his neck, he growled at you, then bucked into you hard and fast, he tried to maintain a rhythm, but he was so close and wanted you to finish first.

He angled his hips and instead of rubbing the spot within you, he just slammed into it. You bit down hard onto Levi’s neck, then felt the snap inside you. You enjoyed and moaned at the rush of pleasure surging through your body, you shook slightly. Your mind went blank, your hearing zoned out as you just enjoyed the pure euphoria.

Levi whined a little as you let go of his neck to moan. He gripped the sheets by your head, then moaned your name as he felt his release shake his body. He slowed the rocking of his hips, then lay against you and panted against your neck. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling throbbing away in him, the feeling of being within you just for a little longer.

He sighed, then pulled out of you causing you to hum so sweetly. He kissed your cheek loads. “I love you.”

You smiled and opened your eyes, then looked at Levi. “I love you too.” You hugged him and giggled. “I can’t believe it. After all these years we finally confessed and went right to screwing."

Levi blushed. "Tch, I'm sorry brat. I didn't mean to rush things, but when we finally confessed to each other, I just had this built up desire for you."

You cupped his face. "I don't regret it. I really loved what we did and I can't wait for more."

He kissed you and hummed in delight. "I need to go clean, but we're cuddling after."

"Perfect." You laughed as he ran off a little excited and cleaned up in your bathroom. You joined him and went to the toilet. "So, you really want me?"

He waited for you to clean your hands. "Yes."

"Really, really?"

He picked you up making you squeal with laughter. "Of course. I love you to death." He carried you to bed. "I am going to spoil you every day of your life." He tucked you into bed and slipped in next to you. He held you in his arms and covered your face in kisses. "I love you." He lifted your head and said your name as he locked eyes with you. "I love you so much."

You smiled and welled up a little. "I love you too. I think our friends are going to shout finally, huh?"

"You know it." He squeezed you. "I don't care about them right now. I only care about you and being with you. You're my forever."

"Mine too."

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[ao3commentoftheday]

Hi!

Sorry if my comment seems to fall from the sky but are you maybe on tik tok? If yes I was following you for months and now I saw you here too but I made the connection just now that you may be the same person!😅

You really are doing so much good work!

Can I ask something? I'm not a native English speaker so when I write something I very easy translate figures of speech of my language. Usually don't notice it but when I do I can't find a substitution or even if I do, for me it's not sufficient.. I feel it is incomplete. There is something I could do to surpass this annoying feeling? It really frustrates me and take away much of my enjoyment of writing.

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Yup! I'm on tiktok as ao3cotd 😀 Same person, multiple places!

I've spent some time learning languages in my life and even some time teaching English as an additional language to others and unfortunately, some things just don't have a good translation. This is especially true of expressions or phrases with a very particular meaning in one language that sounds like nonsense in another.

Something you could try would be to reach out to someone who speaks the target language (in this case English) and explain the thought or mood you're trying to get across. There might be an English expression that says what you're trying to say but uses different words to do it.

In cases where something just doesn't translate, there's only so much you can do. I will say, though, that when I read fiction written by people who came to English later in life, they have some of the most interesting and beautiful and creative ways of expressing themselves and I really love to read them. By not using common phrases and instead finding new ways of stating an idea, you elevate the language in a way that I find inspiring. I almost always want to dive back into writing myself after reading something like that.

Authors who write in their non-native language, can you give anon some advice?

#asks and answers

[imaginesbymonika]

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor.

Part 1 of the three part finale.

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x fem!Reader

Plot: Johnny never had any problems with picking up girls, one of the bonuses of having a TV Show. But when he falls in love with his childhood best friend, who is in a relationship with a jerk who doesn’t understand her the way he does, his fame isn’t helping him at all.

Warning: angst, heartbreak and of course my good friend/enemy nostalgia

Inspired by the song ‘You belong with me’ by Taylor Swift (and an edit i saw on tik tok by @bowiedjarin)

masterlist / previous part

It took Johnny ten minutes to entirely calm down. The two childhood best friends are sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a weird stillness fell upon them. One that only gets discontinued by his gentle sniffing. Her hand is drawing sluggish loops on his back.

"I'm sorry.", Johnny unexpectedly lets out and her hand drops. "You don't have to apologize for crying, you know that, right." But he shakes his head, while an unhealthy amount of remorse floods his system: "No, I mean the way I acted the last months."

At that, the young woman only shakes her head. "No, don't do that.", the brunette man mumbles and turns his head to peek at her: "I cannot stomach your sympathies right now." Y/N clears her throat.

"I shouldn't have acted like I didn't know you.", he explains and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. He can sense how tears are once again forming in his eyes. "Don't worry about-." "Stop it!"; Johnny declares loudly and gets up abruptly: "Stop being so nice to me." He kneels in front of her and he can observe how she tears up as well.

Once again silence falls upon them. It's uncomfortable and suffocating. And Y/N glances down at her lap as if she cannot withstand his eyes. They can listen to their friend's laughter coming from outside.

"When you left, I still spoke about you as if you were simply just not in the room. Like someone asked me, how you were doing and I pretended you were just standing in the kitchen and they could have asked you themselves. We've been so close for decades, that I felt silly about the fact I didn't even know where you moved. So I lied. I turned into this sort of vessel of our shared memories and for a while, it worked that way. Maybe because I told myself, that you would call me eventually. But you never did. So after a while, I began to repeat myself, because after a while I had used up all of our memories. There were no new ones, and I cannot find the words to explain the misery you put me through simply because of that. You took everything when you left."

A weak sigh escapes her lips and Johnny can't help but hold on to the texture of her skirt as if his existence depends on it. And he buries his face in her lap.

"Then I saw you on TV and you introduced yourself as this brand new person. So I at least knew you were okay. I was so happy you were alive that for a second I disregarded the fact that you left me. It felt like, I was in the living room and you were someplace in the kitchen. So close... and yet so far. But over the months, which ultimately turned into years I acknowledged you wouldn't call me. But at least I got to see you every Sunday."

After she completes her sentence she breaks down entirely, her right hand is tangled in Johnny's hair while her left one covers her face. The bathroom light gleams while the two former best friends cry like there is no tomorrow. And they both understand that the gap between them is getting wider with each second that passes.

"Just please.", Y/N mumbles and takes one deep and shaky breath: "Tell me, why you left."

#Spotify #x reader #fluff #angst #johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville ff #jackass ff #jackass forever #jackass #steve o #chris pontius #imagine

[jankwritten]

tiktok has inspired my new favorite thing which is percy's mortal classmates googling his name and being SO CONFUSED by what they find.

Like maybe they're just trying to find his swimming stats from the latest meet or something, some kid from the university or high school newspaper and they do a double triple check when one of the first things under "Percy Jackson meet results" is some shit like "missing 12-year-old resurfaces in Missouri terror attack" with the not included: meet results and the journalist is like....okay.... and clicks on it and finds that yes, it is THAT Percy Jackson, and what the hell? do other people know this?

So then little journalist kiddo probably goes to their friends like "guys did you know this about Jackson? Isn't he like...our age?" and suddenly EVERYONE has a weird-ass story about Percy and the shit that happens, like "I'm pretty sure I saw him dealing drugs to this skinny emo kid behind the dumpsters once. shady shady guy." and another person is like "Wait no that can't be true because I saw him being all buddy buddy with that one blonde guy (you know the one with the glasses) and they were arguing about drugs I remember" and a third kid is like "wait isn't his mom like also a super famous author?" and suddenly Percy is a cryptid but only to this one group of students.

There is a niche clique at Percy's school that secretly stalk him like they're his fan club and Percy is definitely aware of them, but I think he'd find it too funny to ask them to stop. Like they're not hurting anyone, and both he and Annabeth deemed it non-threatening enough sooo

anyways sometimes tik tok doesn't just drain all my emotional energy sometimes it gives me fun new ideas.

#inspired by @/lol.itsalexxx on TikTok she makes videos that are just this #i just like the idea of a group of freshmen finding out who this junior transfer guy really is and being like #*surprised pikachu face* #percy jackson headcanons #pjo #pjato #percy jackson #annabeth chase #hoo #sometimes i have thoughts #sometimes i write

[ivesambrose]

Pick a gif which tugs at your heart and/or evokes a long lost memory or a dream. 💙

To book a personal reading with me DM or email me at [email protected] 💫

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3.

1.

You've prayed for them, manifested them into your life. You've asked and received.

They've broken tradition in some way. Either in their family, social group/community or they will be the one who breaks your usual type.

A very good listener. Has a penetrative gaze, their facial expressions are actually very emotive. You'd actually find it fascinating.

Anytime they're stressed they'll go and take a walk or be out in nature. They gather inspiration from there as well. They value they quiet time but they also work well with others. They know several people likely but trust very few. Probably have this same set of close friends for the past several years. They don't really open up easily but their aura is comforting. Pretty non judgemental and grounded.

A leader / has latent leadership qualities in a group setting. (can have a strong Aries or Mars influence in them)

Might be into puzzles, board games, putting things together.

Experimental and changes their look often. But they pull it off brilliantly.

Looks really good in red and / or white.

Strong morals, strong sense of right and wrong. They could be going through something but it's not easily visible on their face. Could have an air rising (gemini, libra or aquarius) or can keep a poker face.

Very attractive. Since they do change their appearance often they have definitely bleached their hair at one point. Fair skin with a sun-kissed glow / tan to them. Broad - strong shoulders, narrow waist, strong legs. Might have played sports or is good at sports. This is someone who learns things relatively quick given how attentive they are.

I'm tempted to say they have daddy vibes. Yes even if they identify as female. They have the BDE.

Ambivert but leaning a little more towards the introvert side. However in social settings they do handle things well given their confidence regardless of how shy they can be. However once you get to know them they'd be very quirky and funny around you. The kind to randomly do a weird tik tok challenge but for you/close friends/cuz they felt like it and not the camera

Cinematography, cinema, editing, photography.

Well travelled, street smart and knowledgeable.

They love hoarding knowledge, you'd be surprised.

You'll meet them when you leave a place/location or situation that's been causing you stress and giving you more anxiety and repression than peace and progress. Highly likely during travel or once you've relocated to some place.

2.

Sensual. So damn sensual and captivating. They look unreal sometimes honestly it's intimidating.

Something about their voice is downright so enchanting and sexy. You can't help but feel attracted to them, it's almost annoying how drawn you feel. (possible lilith rising, could have scorpio and taurus or capricorn placements) I mean I wouldn't be surprised if they sing, have an asmr channel, are a speaker, spokesperson or representative etc

Very dreamy, rather spiritual as well. They definitely have faith in something that they feel is above them. They seem a little prone to really vivid dreams as well as nightmares. Might even be a bit clairvoyant or Clairsentient.

Secure in their business and career might own a business actually. Thing is there is a lot of goals they want to accomplish. But they're not the kind to stall it, they actively go for it. They don't care, they'll achieve it. Especially if you tell them that they can't, then they definitely will. However their ambitions aren't the shallow kind, they really do want to leave a mark or simply express themselves for how they are on the inside.

Either they look like a complete softie, care bear, mom friend or they look like a siren or what Christian Grey thought he was or they have the aura Eric Draven had in The Crow or Maleficent carries. There's no in between. They switching positions like that Ariana song.

They have the most kissable lips.

Highly likely have tattoos because they love the sensation of getting inked.

Tall, lean, Dark hair, dark eyes, beauty spots, really nice hands. Look really good in every shade of blue and green, black (definitely black) and even certain floral or geometric prints. They may also like wearing accessories a lot.

For some reason I saw a crown.

Emotional and intense, they need a creative outlet of expression or they shut down. Like, I kid you not they need to at least once completely lose themselves in something then come home and pass out on the sofa.

Expect a lot of thoughtful random gifts and display of affections from them. They're a bit possesive, I almost feel they can be a little bratty but oh when they look at you, they have eyes only for you. Talking to them is finding a best friend from a life you have no knowledge of but yet it feels right.

Sincere

Trust

Romantic

Passionate

Beach baby / loves the water. Doesn't really like the cold as much.

They may have a pet? They seem to be very good with animals.

You'd meet them when you feel really good about yourself, you'd be really feeling yourself or would have achieved something. Making travel plans or setting your next goals it might even be night. It'll feel perfect actually, right it happened at the right time. You'd be getting signs though but I feel you'd be preparing yourself for other exciting stuff to take proper note of them and boom it happens.

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An explorer, a seeker, a student who wants to keep learning, keep being a ray of sunshine in everyone's life.

They seek their soul family/found family or would really want a family of their own someday. Very good with kids likely or at most, very patient with different types of people.

Honestly if they were a Pokémon they'd be bulbasaur.

Regardless of their age they're very youthful, the inner child is intact.

They might dress very vintage or old school. Very laid back actually. Also something about walking barefeet on wooden floors came up. They look they belong in a old photograph / polaroid almost. I'm not getting much on their looks besides they look like they belong in a painting or old polaroid. They feel like home, they feel like laying in a field and relishing the golden hour, they feel the the type whose hand you'd hold and run off with. Red and browns are definitely their color, they pull of the muted tones really well. (almost thought of Taylor Swift's Willow music video)

Might have a strong aquarius and capricorn influence in their chart as well.

Their upbringing may not have been in the best conditions but they've worked very hard or are working very hard to improve their quality of life or give back to their family in some way. In some way they've turned their life around. They did a full 180. Crazy.

Deep voice. Warm whispers.

Honey in tea.

Carnations, lilies and red grapes.

They'd like to celebrate the little victories in their life with you. They get happy over the simple things so much, I can just feel my heart melt because of this person and their smile. They're so affectionate and kind and it's making me tear up almost. Wow.

Also they smell really nice. Flowery notes maybe?

They love touching foreheads.

Might play an instrument or paint.

Honestly, I kid you not. They feel straight out of a fantasy book. The closest characters I can think of is Westley from Princess Bride, Aurora from Maleficent and Belle from Beauty and the beast.

You'll likely meet them when you've shut out something toxic in your life. You may not even be looking for love, this might be after a break up even, you may even be escaping a situation or be away from a gathering and be around New people / faces you aren't as familiar with when this happens. Your anxiety will ease around this person. You might even had a passing thought or dream of this scenario before it happens but you'll brush off the thought thinking that isn't possible or something, then you'll be in for a surprise regardless.

#free readings #tarot community #divination community #Pick a card #Pick a gif #pick a picture

[fangirlshrieks]

The Wrong Version Part 1

a/n: I recently saw the movie Atonement and the scene where James McAvoy's (another man I am in love with) character writes a letter to Keira Knightly's character gave me inspiration to write this. This is going to be another long story. I already have it finished, I'm just gonna post them with a couple of days in-between. I hope you like it. And before you ask, yes I did use a scene from the Ladybugs movie. The sound became viral on tik tok and there is one tik tok (I can't find it anymore 😭) that is a pov of Neville talking with everyone and then you walk by and… it's so good and I'm so sad I can't find it. Anyway enjoy 😉 

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Word count: 3,687

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x dom!reader

Warnings: fluff! that turns into smut!, Innuendoes, sub!Neville, dom!reader

Summary: Neville had finally gotten the courage to tell you how he feels with a little help from his friends. He has written everything he has ever wanted to tell you in the form of a letter. What happens when the real letter gets mixed up with a more provocative letter that you were never ment to see?

Neville sat on a stool near an empty table in the middle of the greenhouse. It was full of magical plants and there was dirt everywhere but it was the only place he could write out his thoughts clearly without worrying about anyone snooping around and looking at what he was writing. 

He pulled out his journal and began mindlessly writing a poem, or letter, or some form of words grouped together. He didn't exactly know what he was writing but he knew who they were for. Your name was written in every style imaginable around paragraphs of confessions of love. He had tried to work up the courage to tell you personally but something always came up. His only outlet was writing his feelings in his diary. He thought it best if his thoughts were kept safe there.

Neville's back was facing the entrance of the greenhouse so he didn't notice when Ginny and Luna had walked in. He completely forgot that they had asked him to tutor them for an upcoming exam they had in Herbology. Neville was supposed to meet them in the library but when he didn't show up the girls went looking for him. Neville really only had one hiding spot so it was not very difficult to find him. And there he was in the greenhouse, apparently writing something down with intense thought.

Upon entering the greenhouse, Luna was about to say hello but Ginny motioned with her finger to be quiet. Luna gave her a confused look but stayed silent. Ginny quietly made her way towards Neville. 

"Whatcha writing?" She said just as she was about to peak over his shoulder and see what he was so focused on. However, she didn't get a chance to see what he was writing because Neville slammed the book shut. 

"Nothing!" He yelped.

"That's not very convincing." Ginny said, raising an eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip. "Come on, spill it. What are you hiding?"

"What!?" Neville said, hugging the book closer to his chest. "I told you it was nothing."

"Ok, now you have to tell us." Ginny said.

"Leave him alone Ginny, I'm sure Neville was writing something very personal that doesn't need to be shared with the whole world." Luna placed a hand on Ginny's shoulder. "However, if you're writing something to Y/N. We would be happy to help." Luna smiled innocently.

Neville's eyes widened and his cheeks started to heat up. Ginny looked confused.

"Wait, why would he be writing to Y/N?" 

"How did you know?"

Ginny and Neville spoke at the same time. Then they turned towards each other speciously, each wondering what the other knew or what the other was hiding from them. 

"Well it's obvious that he has a crush on her. I thought everyone knew." Luna said plainly. "Plus there's a parchment sticking out of his book that has her name on it?" 

Neville looked down at his journal and there it was. Loose sheets of parchment sticking out of it that had Y/N written all over. He was usually more careful but he was caught off guard today.

"Wait, you have a crush on Y/N? Why didn't you tell me?" Ginny lightly hit Neville's shoulder in annoyance.

"You weren't supposed to know. No one was." He gave her an apologetic look. Then he turned to face Luna. "Luna, did you say it was obvious?" His face paled at the thought of Y/N knowing of his feelings this whole time. 

"Well I thought it was pretty obvious, but I guess not to everyone." She looked at Ginny amusingly. "But don't worry, Y/N doesn't know." 

"Oh thank goodness." Neville released a deep breath. 

"How is that good? Don't you want her to know you like her." Ginny put her two senses in.

"No, that would be bad. I don't even know if she feels the same way." Neville responded.

"Technically the only way to know is if you tell her." Luna added.

"I can't!" He sighed. "I'll just embarrass myself and ruin any chance I have with her." 

"We can give you some pointers." Ginny said.

"I don't know?" He was skeptical to let them help. He didn't want his chances of embarrassing himself to rise either.

"Please let us help you!" Luna said gleefully. "I can even give Y/N the letter for you if you want. My last class of the day is right next to hers." 

Neville reluctantly gave in. "Alright." He opened his journal to a blank page and got out his quill. "But maybe just some notes. I still want the letter to come from me." He jotted down a few bullet points on the paper. "And I don't write well when there are people around." He whispered that last part but his friends still heard him.

"Whatever. As long as you take our advice. And give us credit when Y/N can't keep her hands off you." Ginny teased. She smirked at Luna, who giggled at the insinuation. "What have you written about her so far?" Ginny asked, leaning over the table and attempting to steal Neville's journal to look through the pages that had Y/N's name written all over them. Neville quickly pulled his journal away from her before she could grab the book.

"That's private." If Ginny got her hands on his journal he knew she would constantly tease him about what he wrote about Y/N. He couldn't have her accidentally say something while you were around. "Can you at least leave me my dignity?" 

Ginny scoffed and finally let go of the idea of seeing whatever embarrassing things Neville wrote about you. "Fine. Just trying to see what you already have."

"What I have isn't good. I don't even know what to say or how to say it. I just want it to be perfect." Neville said resting his head in the palm of his hands. 

"Neville, it doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to come from your heart." Luna said.

"Well it would be nice if what came from my heart was perfect." He muttered under his breath. 

"Neville." Luna said sternly.

"Please help me. I just want her to know that I like her and maybe ask them to go to Hogsmeade this weekend, without sounding like a complete fool." His tone was full of worry.

"We will." Ginny added. "How do you want to start?" 

"I'm not sure?" Neville admitted. 

"How about you start by complimenting her first." Luna suggested. "Sweet talk her before the big reveal."

"What?" The meaning of Luna's words going completely over Neville's head. 

"Flatter her." Ginny explained.

"Tell her you love her eyes." Luna said dreamily.

"Her lips."

"Her hair."

"The way she parts her hair. In fact, tell her you love all her parts." Ginny raised an eyebrow at the last part. Luna giggled at Ginny's innuendo.

"Oh no I can't say that." Neville's eyes widened at the suggestion. 

"That would tell her how you really feel." Luna added. 

"I'm not writing that." Neville gave the giggling girls a stern look but it was hard to take him seriously because his face was so red. 

"Then just talk about her smile." Luna suggested. 

Neville wrote down a note to talk about your smile. "Ok, so how do I tell Y/N that I like her." 

"Like that." Ginny snarked, 

"No, I mean how do I word it so it comes out… " Neville couldn't find the right word to describe how he wanted his letter to be written.

"Not creepy." Ginny laughed, earning a nudge from Luna. 

"Romantic?" Luna suggested.

"Yes, romantic." Neville's eyes lit up. 

"You could write her a poem?" Ginny suggested.

"You should tell her the whole truth." Luna said. "Tell her how long you have been in love with her. Tell her everything that you have been burying inside you for the past six years. That's probably the most romantic thing ever."

"I think that might be too much for one letter." Neville confessed. He looked down at his notes and wrote down their suggestions, contemplating if this was a good idea after all. "I don't know, maybe this was a dumb idea?" He started scratching off the list.

"Hold on." Ginny said, stopping him from scribbling out his plan. "Neville, you have to tell Y/N how you feel. You can't keep your feelings bottled up like this. I'm still surprised that you didn't tell me." She made a funny face as she thought about it. "Actually I'm more surprised that I didn't see it sooner. It totally makes sense now why you act differently around her." 

Neville gave her an unimpressed look.

"Look what I'm trying to say is that you've liked her for a long time. Don't you think she deserves to know? I mean for all you know she might like you too, but you guys are just idiots and can't realize that."

Neville signed and looked at the ground contemplating on what he should do next. "I don't know."

"She's right though. The only way to really know is to jump into the unknown." Luna added.

"Thank you Luna. Now if you're not going to listen to us anymore. Then can we head to the library? We're not going to pass this exam by ourselves." Ginny said, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Alright, alright. I'm packing my things." Neville grabbed his bag and placed his journal and quill back in his bag. 

As the trio left the greenhouse, Ginny and Luna couldn't help but pretend that they saw you.

"Oh Hi Y/N!" Ginny called out to an empty hallway behind her.

Neville turned around wide eyed and red. He was worried that Ginny might do something or say something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. But when he turned around and saw no one he relaxed a little. Then he saw Ginny and Luna huddled together, trying to muffle their laughter. 

"Really." Neville complained. His face seemed to heat up more at his embarrassment.

"I couldn't help myself." Ginny laughed.

_______________________________________

It was the day after his confrontation with Ginny and Luna. After school he went straight to his dorms. He knew no one would be there. Everyone preferred to hang out around the castle than stay in their dorms anyway. He would start writing his letter to you with a good chance at not being interrupted. 

When he got to his dorm room he made his way over to his bed and got out a book from on top of his nightstand, a quill, and a piece of parchment. He sat with his back resting against his headboard and used the book as a hard space to write on. He began to write.

'Dear Y/N,

I know this might come as a surprise to you or maybe you suspected this and were too nice to let me down. In that case, I might be ruining our friendship and you might never want to see me again….'

"No!" He crumpled up the letter and threw it to the ground. 

He grabbed another piece of parchment from his desk. 

'Dear Y/N,

I'm in love with you.'

'Too rushed. What did Ginny and Luna say again? talked about her smile.' He thought to himself.

'Y/N,

You have no idea what your smile does to me. I can't breathe when you walk into the room.'

'That sounds like they smell bad' He scolded himself. 

He threw another letter into the trash. This process of writing seemed to last for about 45 minutes. There was a good sized pile of crumpled letters on the floor lying next to the full tin trash. All of them different versions of what he wanted to tell you. He just couldn't put them in the right words. Some letters were actually well written and almost finished before he started doubting his skills and others were just a couple sentences. 

He laid on his bed, looking up at the top of his four poster bed in frustration. He rubbed his temples to ease his headache. Why couldn't he just think of the right words to confess his love for you. He felt it was hopeless. 

As he looked up at the top of his four poster bed he couldn't stop looking at the picture of the two of you that stuck to the wood. It made him think about you. The way your smile lit up a room and made everyone feel at home. It was a genuine smile, one full of love and warmth towards anyone on the receiving end. He thought if a smile could embody true friendship it would be yours. He loved the way your lips curled at the end and the way your cheekbones become more prominent with your smile. Your eyes would gleam with happiness as you smiled. He noticed that they were always bright and caring. Your eyes could tell a million stories and he would gladly listen forever if you let him. Then he thought about your neck and how beautiful it was. Sometimes when you would look up at something he would often admire the curve that was created by your neck and jaw. He would often picture himself leaving trails of kisses where his eyes lingered. He could picture that so clearly now and he suddenly felt the room get more hot all of a sudden. The only thing better than imagining kissing your neck was leaving a trail of kisses down your body all the way to the place between your legs. Then a smile curled on his lips. He had no idea what came over him but he turned on his stomach and grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment. 

'Y/N,

This letter is my heart-template in which my burning feelings for you will finally be expressed. My heart burns for you with every fiber of my being. I belong to you and only you. I don't think I will ever love someone more. I dream of you day in and day out. I dream of being at your mercy as I beg for you to touch me. In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt. You would call me yours and I would call you mine. I only wish to be yours forever. If you only knew that I worship the ground you walk on and I would do anything you ask of me. Your lips never leave my mind 

You are the only one on my mind now. I am in love with you.

Yours Forever,

Neville'

He put the quill down and sat up to read what he had just written down. His lips curled into a smile and out came a surprised laugh. He would never let Y/N see it but he didn't want to throw the letter away either. Instead he folded it in half and placed it in the top drawer of his nightstand for now. He laughed at himself again and rubbed the back of his neck. 

"What is wrong with me?" He asked in the empty room. He let out another breathy laugh and rubbed his eyes. Sometimes he fantasized about you in these situations but it never got to the point where he would actually write them down on paper or let alone say them out loud. 

The image of him eating you out remained engraved in his mind and he wished he could just make it go away. You were still his friend and it was inappropriate for him to think of you in this way. 

He laid on his back on his bed with his arms spread out, thinking about what he would write about. Maybe Luna was right and all he had to do was tell you everything that he had bottled up for the past six years. But where would he begin?

He shut his eyes to think but he eventually fell asleep. He dreamt of the first time he met you in his first year. It was like reliving the exact moment. Everything was the same. Then suddenly he was moving through every year with you again. Every memory he had of you replaying in his head. 

Then something he had never seen before flashed before him, the two of you were sitting under a tree. He was laying his head in your lap while you rested your back against the tree. You were laughing and he was smiling up at you. It felt so real to him and he felt if he reached out and touched your face he could actually feel it. His hand reached up and cupped your face bridging it down to his. He kissed you with such fervor and passion, then you returned the kiss with equal emotion. However his dream was cut short when his own snores abruptly woke him up.  

His eyes shot open to a dark room. His dormmates seemed to have been sleeping peacefully. They didn't bother waking him up from his nap. He looked around the room to see what time it was. His clock showed it was around 2 am. Then he felt wetness on his cheek and realized he had been drooling. He felt the heat rise to his face when he remembered his dream of kissing you, apparently he had been kissing his pillow in real life. 

As he wasn't tired and couldn't fall back asleep he decided to head to the common room. He suddenly felt like he finally knew what to write. With a quill and paper in hand he sat by the dimly lit fireplace and wrote.

'Y/N,

After being your friend and telling you all my hopes and desires, I need to tell you what I have been harboring in my heart for the entirety of our friendship.

You are my sunrise and sunset. You are my world and you have been since the first time I saw you on that train back in our 1st year. My heart leaped in my chest and the vision of you made me catch my breath. I knew I would belong to you forever. I remember that day so clearly.

Your hair was in braids. You were looking out the window and the sun was bouncing off your face, making your eyes sparkle like stars in the midnight sky. I felt love the first time I looked at you, and my world became a beautiful place to live in. At the time I didn't even know what love meant but as I grew up with you I knew it was love.

You have always been there for me through our ups and downs. You've listened to my problems and were one of the first people I opened up to about my parents and family. You showed me kindness and I am eternally grateful for that. I love being with you and acting like fools, and I just love everything about you. I love your eyes, your smile, your hair, your body, and your voice. When I hear your voice, my heart skips a beat. I can't get you out of my head.

You are the best friend I have ever had, but sometimes I catch myself thinking about you when I am not supposed to like last week when we were studying together in the library. Sitting by your side that day, I was totally captivated by your charm and good looks. If you noticed, I was not wholeheartedly doing the assignment we were working on for professor Snape. You were my total preoccupation. It was like I had realized how exquisitely beautiful and unique you are all over again. This didn't just happen last week either. It happens whenever I am around.

I love you so much, and you don't even know it. Sometimes I get scared about showing it. It feels like when you come around me, my mouth locks tight, and the words I want to say are just stifled. My lips lock up because my love is so strong, and the words that I want to say just can't be expressed. Sometimes I want to open up and tell you how I feel, but I guess I'm just too scared. I know we are just friends but the friendship isn't just that anymore, at least for me.

I'm scared that after you read this letter things will never be the same. It is one of the reasons why I have hidden my feelings away from you for so long. I can barely endure the extreme anxiety and the sleepless nights I have experienced lately because I knew you would read this letter. I have tried to get rid of this feeling but you ruin it every time.

You have no idea the feeling that I get when I see you. There are no words to describe what I feel when I hear your name or your soft voice. All I know is that I want to grab you and be in your arms forever and forever and never let go. I want to kiss your lips and never stop. Every time I think about you, it gives me more strength to carry on with my life. It makes me happy to be alive, knowing that you have come into my life. You are my home.

I wish you could feel all the passion and all the love that I carry around for you. You have won my heart and soul. You have won it all.

Neville'

By the time he was finished writing the letter it was almost five in the morning. He still had a few hours to rest. As he got to his bed he folded the letter in half and placed it in the top drawer of his nightstand. He would have to put it in a letter and have Luna give it to you so he wouldn't back out at the last second.

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best years - cth

summary: dovey and calum go through a rough patch, leading dovey to believe she gave up her best years. 

author’s notes: hello everyone...this is angst and part one out of two. good luck! inspired by this tik tok. 

warnings: angst and sad overall

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I’ve got a million reasons to hesitate and baby a million more are added every day.

Dovey had always been there for Calum. She'd been there through the drama that came along with being in a well-known band. She'd been there through the highs and the lows, through the rumors and controversies. Dovey had stuck through everything and every day it seemed like more and more came into light, like the man she had fallen in love with became a stranger. Suddenly, Calum was no longer her best friend who would tell her everything, he was the stranger in her bed who hardly was around. 

The fight hadn't been intentional. Most of the time, the Doves would talk anything out. Whether it be a disagreement over something small like where the pillows on the couch should go or whether it was something big like how their lives would be affected by the latest album release. This time, it was different, stubbornness and yells meant that Dovey found herself in a lonely bed while Calum locked himself away in his office. And with only a few days left before Calum left for tour with no plan on when or if Dovey would join him, the Doves went to sleep in different beds. 

It had started when he'd left for tour. Usually, Dovey would drive him to the airport and stay until the band's flight was called and she had given him one last hug until they were reunited again. This time, Calum had suggested saying their goodbyes at home that it would be the best since there would probably be a lot of fans at the airport. Although she wasn't too please with their break from tradition, Dovey found herself hugging him on their doorstep, whispering a soft I love you before the man she loved stepped into the car that had been waiting. 

The next time Dovey realized something had changed, she had been on facetime with him. He'd seemed distant, his eyes drifting off from the screen and his interest in whatever conversation he and Dovey were having being torn away at some joke Michael had told. Dovey thought he might've noticed something was off when she had hung up on the call, hoping he'd call her back and she could claim it was an accident, but her phone never rang again that night. It felt like the harder Dovey tried to connect with the man who was an ocean away living his dream, the more she realized exactly how disconnected they were becoming. 

I spent so much of me on you I forgot who I became.

The longer that Calum was away on tour, the more Dovey found herself. Days that would've been spent alone in a foreign city while Calum was in a radio gig were now spent with friends in the city she'd learn to call home. Mornings, where she’d usually wake up in a cramped bunk next to a grumpy Calum, were spent taking Duke on a hike and clearing her head. 

One day after she'd gotten home from the grocery store, a pang in her heart threatened to ruin the good mood she'd been in when she saw Luke's partner post a picture of them all in front of some monument miles away. But with a shake of the head and a double-tap on the screen, Dovey put some music on and danced the tears away. It wasn't until later that night when her mind was awake that she clicked on the picture again, finding those brown eyes she'd fallen in love with two years ago staring back at her. She could tell something was different, that the smile he had on didn't reach his eyes and his eyes didn't shine like they normally did when he was having the time of his life. But things were different now, and Dovey wasn't going to let her life revolve around him as she did before. If he wanted to talk to her as much as she wanted to talk to him, he would've called. He had her number and for some unknown reason, had decided to not use it. 

Finally found a reason to walk away. 

The final straw had been a picture. Dovey had been used to seeing fan meetings on her social media, smiling fans grateful to have been able to meet Calum and talk to him for even just a second. But the second a video of him had started circling around the internet and made its way onto her screen, Dovey had just about had enough of the stupid shit Calum had been putting her through the last two months. She understood being too busy for at least a phone call or text. Touring was hard work and Calum was known for pushing himself to the limit. She understood wanting space from one another that maybe this tour was something Calum needed to do on his own in order to clear his mind and think about what their relationship meant to him. But the one thing Dovey wouldn't stand by his side when he was the one that had been telling people she was the one who hadn't wanted to join him. She wasn't going to stand by his side while he told his bandmates and the rest of the world that she hadn't wanted to join him because she was being dramatic. If Calum wanted drama, Dovey could be dramatic. 

The house that I built you made it a mess. 

Dovey had been out of their house, the house that had been filled with memories of them and their love, for about two weeks now. Duke had joined her in the passenger seat of her car that sunny afternoon when she had stuffed all her belongings into the back seat and rode off out of the city. Her parent’s house that brought along the comfort and warmth she had been craving for months was a few hours away and far enough away that any reminders of Calum could be put aside. The small town she had left all those years ago brought her peace and gave her the space she needed from whatever waited for her back in LA, if anything even did wait for her. 

Her mother had met her in the driveway, a tight embrace and promises of better times made Dovey's heavy heart lighten up as she saw her childhood home still pretty much the same as the day she had left it. The living room still had candles everywhere and the tv was playing the same movie channel her mother loved to watch on her days off from work. The kitchen was still stocked with snacks and fruits that seemed too real to be fake. And the backyard was still a playground for any and every dog Dovey had brought home, even Duke who had settled on laying in a sunspot to nap. 

Her bedroom had brought on a new set of challenges, the posters on the walls and the albums on the shelves brought tears to her eyes as she saw those brown eyes looking back at her. He'd be back in their house soon. Dovey wondered how he'd react to find himself in an empty house. What he would think of when he saw the letter she had left him on the kitchen counter since at that point any attempt to call or text him was met with radio silence. He'd probably try to call her at that point, she hoped, but only to see where Duke was or he'd get Ashton to do it for him. Dovey wasn't too sure about anything when it came to Calum anymore. She wasn't sure if he would even care that she had left the gold band on the counter next to the letter or that she had left her keys to the house in the little ceramic tray they had painted on one of their dates so many months ago. 

I’m left with broken pieces can't help how I ran out of tears.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since the tour had ended and Dovey hadn't heard from any of them. She hadn't heard from Calum since before she'd left the house almost a month ago and she hadn't even gotten a text message from Luke, who would update her on what had been going on during the tour. It was been one week since Dovey had run out of tears. One week since she had decided that leaving was the best option and that she had made the right choice. 

It had been a week since she realized just how much of herself she'd given away to Calum only to have nothing left for herself. It took her two weeks to realize that if he had wanted to talk to her, he would. If he had wanted to see her or even Duke for that matter, he would've driven to where she was. So when her tears were dry and the pain in her chest was nothing more than a dull pressure whenever she thought about him, she began to fix whatever broken pieces she could. 

It began when she packed away all the old posters that hung on her wall, the smile on every single one leaving her breathless like it always would when she saw it in person. The sparkle in his eyes bringing fresh tears to hers, tears that she would blink away and continue on with taking him out of her life. By the time her childhood bedroom was nothing more than the furniture and bare walls, Dovey felt lighter than she had in months. It didn't last long. As sleep called her name and her eyes closed, Dovey was brought back from whatever dream she was about to enter when the buzzing noise went off next to her head.

I'm sorry. 

I lost all my best years just missing my best years. past love burned out like a cigarette im free now baby all I regret are my best years. 

Sitting in the living room, watching back old family movies and nursing the drink in her cup, Dovey couldn't help but feel like an idiot. She'd given Calum the best years of her life. Gave him all the good times and shared the most wonderful moments with him all for him to leave her with silence and no explanations. She'd gone through the stages of grief, had tried to make her new life without his work, and then he had shoved his way back in with no warnings in the middle of the night. 

The text message hadn't been the only thing Calum had sent, no matter how hard Dovey had wanted it to be. He'd sent her a voice note, a five-minute ramble where his accent had gotten too thick for Dovey to try and decipher what he was saying through the tears and sniffling. He'd apologized for the silence, apologized for the lies, and even apologized for forcing the silence he'd caused from the rest of the band. But Dovey wasn't going to just let him into her life so easily, she wasn't going to let him in after the months of silence and heartbreak. She'd lost all her best years and she needed to find herself again before she could ever consider letting Calum have more of the best of her. 

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ghost of you - cth

summary: dovey’s been dancing around with the memories of calum and what their relationship used to be. 

author’s notes: here’s the part two of best years! inspired by this tik tok. 

warnings: angst, more sad feelings. 

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Here I am waking up, dreamt you were by my side.

The weeks seemed to blend together. Days passed much like the seasons and Dovey found herself back in LA with the small dog sleeping in the backseat of her car as she drove through the crowded streets she'd become so used to. It was dark by the time the city lights had come into view, but that never stopped people from being out and celebrating life. Dovey's first few days back in the city were spent in a haze, trying to distract herself from the fact that she'd be seeing Calum again in a matter of days. The first morning back in LA, Dovey woke up to the sunshine on her face, her brain still trying to process the dream that had played through her mind while she slept. 

"Do you think we'll always be like this?" Calum had whispered, his hair a mess from Dovey's fingers that had been tugging and running through it just minutes before. "Do you think it will always feel like we're on our honeymoon?"

He looked ethereal, the way the sunlight hit his skin and made him glow in that hotel room. Dovey could feel his touch on her skin, could feel the way his fingertips traced shapes onto her shoulder, and Dovey could most definitely feel the kisses her pressed onto her skin. 

"I hope so." she whispered back, looking up into the brown eyes she'd fallen in love with all those years ago, "Don't know what I would do if we lost this." 

Left my coffee cup at your place, almost cried. 

Dropping Duke off had seemed like a good idea when she had texted Calum and told him she needed to run some errands before their big meeting. She was almost positive that the old dog missed his house and the dog bed Dovey had forgotten to take with her months ago. The drive, one she had done a thousand times before, felt strange. The streets all looked the same and the neighborhood had changed since the last time she had been there. The lawns were littered with leaves that had fallen and the usual holiday decorations were gone. 

Calum had promised that he'd be out in the studio during the day, that he wasn't going to show up at home while Dovey dropped Duke off. If there was one thing she still believed about Calum, it was his ability to keep a promise, and so she found herself grabbing the hidden key near the front door and walking into the house she'd once called home. 

It was strange, being in the one place she had felt safe and comfortable in and now feeling empty. The AC was on and the windows were shut, making the once lively house silent and cold. Duke would have cared less about the way Dovey's hand shook as she looked around the kitchen and living room, he was on a mission to find the most comfortable spot in the house again. Once she knew that the dog would be comfortable on his own, until Calum came back and he was finally reunited with his owner after months apart, she made her way back to the entrance, her body tensing as she saw the mug on the counter. 

It had been a stupid idea. But Dovey had just been excited to spend some time outside of arenas and radio stations to explore whatever city the tour had brought them to. It had been their first tour together, Calum had practically begged Dovey to join him for at least a few weeks so that he could show her the world. They had snuck out early in the morning, hand in hand through the chilly weather in search of adventure. Calum had made a list of places he'd been wanting to check out and Dovey was not going to say no to spending all the time she could with Cal before they were shoved onto a cramped tour bus again. 

"Do you think they'll let me keep the mug? I'm pretty sure I could convince the waiter to let me take the mug." Calum had mumbled quietly as they sat in a cafe somewhere in the middle of the city, watching the crowds of people walk past them. "I'm pretty good at talking people into things."

"Oh yeah?" Dovey had asked with a chuckle, taking a sip of her own warm drink and examining the matching mug in her hands, "Think you could convince him to let us take both?" 

The mug, evidently, had made its way from a café in Europe all the way back to sunny California without a scratch and now it was staring Dovey in the face. The memories of the tour and just how happy she had been to see Calum in his element on stage and then taking city tours the next day brought a pang to her heart. But the mug had meant just as much to Calum as it did to her and she wasn't going to be the one to steal it from another shelf just for her to be sad again. 

'cause I dreamed long enough, without you I'll never be fine. I won't be just fine. 

Her dreams came in waves most nights. Some were like watching a montage of her life. Sometimes it would be memories of growing up and going to school and other times, it would be of Calum. If she was being honest, most nights ever since she'd gotten to LA, she'd dreamt of Calum. She'd dream of moments she had forgotten about, like their third date when she had made Calum laugh so hard that soda spilled out from his nose or when they pranked Luke while on tour by hiding his passport. 

Some nights, Dovey found herself tossing and turning as she tried to clear her mind of whatever dreams Calum had managed to infiltrate himself into. But the harder she tried the more he showed up and even after their talk, Dovey realized she couldn't ever get him out of her mind. 

I can't drown this out like I always do. 

She found herself walking out of the hotel room in the middle of the night, wrapped up in a hoodie and fuzzy socks. In her mind, the plan was to call him an idiot and tell him he was never allowed to stop talking to her again, which seemed fair considering he hadn't stopped talking the day before when they had been face to face for the first time in months. Then she was going to take the ring back, making sure he knew that if he ever fucked up like this again and she took it off, there was no way in hell she'd ever put it back on. The third step of her plan, the part she was blaming mostly on the dream she'd been having before she shuffled out of bed at two in the morning, was to grab his stupid face and kiss him. 

Dovey had ran over her brilliant plan a few times in her head as the elevator travelled down to the lobby, her mind racing as she began to doubt the genius of it all. Because what if Calum hadn't meant what he said the day before? What if he hadn't wanted to get back together and he was just asking for closure? Surely he would've made it clear, right? Was Dovey just going to drive to their- to his- house and make demands? She had surely lost her mind due to the lack of sleep and now she was going to embarrass her-

"Dovey?" Calum's voice brought her back to the elevator, whose doors were wide open and a very disheveled looking Calum stared back at her in confusion. 

"Calum."

When I close my eyes, I see the ghost of you.

The sun was coming up by the time Calum and Dovey found themselves tangled up in each other's arms, chest rising and falling in unison. The soft light of the sun was peeking in through the blinds of the hotel room and Dovey found herself looking up at the man who she had thought she'd lost. The man who she had given her best years to. But as he laid next to her, with flushed cheeks and curls stuck to his forehead, Dovey realized that he'd given his best years to her. From the ring he'd never taken off since the day she had slid it onto his finger to the way his body fit against hers so perfectly, Calum had been there for all of her best years and they were both going to be there for the rest of them too. 

They might've missed out on a few months, both of them too stubborn to be the first one to cave in and admit the truth, but as Dovey's dreams melded with her reality and Calum's fingertips found their way across her skin, there was no one else she would rather have next to her than Calum. The ghost of pain and loneliness had been next to her for too long and she wasn't going to let them stay any longer. Calum was real and he was holding her like no one else could. For the first time in what seemed like months, both of them found themselves drifting off to sleep with promises made of love and more of their best years to come. 

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