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eevyerndracaneon · 7 months

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God fucking dammit

Guess I'm slapping the tw here

Extremely Dramatic Bitching in the tags. Youve been warned.

#im just gonna go spiral myself into passing the fuck out. im tired. my brain was mean as fuck today and still is being mean.#so you know what. fuck it. you win brain. just overwhelm me and make me cry myself to sleep. maybe thatll get it out of my fucking system #since nothing else fucking worked.#im so fucking dramatic right now but i dont care #i dont fucking care.#'wow eev what made you spiral' MK8DX 2 HOUR UPDATE DOWNLOAD #whatever. whatever whatever whatever its just a game its just a fucking game i dont need to be so fucking worked up over a fucking game #but what else am i going to target with all the rage that just exploded out of me huh #better to target a 2 hr long update than to target a person.#god.#i just. was already stressed from my own mental blend turning me into slop in my chair #this was the final straw. stick a fork in me im done. sighs #im gonna wake up feeling like sludge just watch #its in moments like these where im so glad i dont drink or get high. id be wasted rn. cuz fuck this shit thats going thru me rn #update just expanded to 3 hours what the FUCK IS GOING ON #im gonna go drown in my own tears #(not literally. i dont think thats possible im just feeling so fucking dramatic right now)#im going to bed now im tired of being conscious #goodnight

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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Enjoy the Silence🌪️Part.2

Summary: Things in your past has driven you to be silent but will someone be able to break that shell, will someone finally listen to you(might make this into a series!)

Part.1

•Masterlist•

After supper everyone said their good nights and went to their own rooms, me and Daryl walked down stairs about to get ready for bed

“Ya can use the bathroom first” he said as he walked in his room probably getting a change of clothes from the ones he wore now full of sweat and dirt but I never minded

I got a change of clothes myself, picking out my only pair of pajamas, some grey sweatpants and an oversized black shirt I found in a run down house while on the road after terminus

I went to the wash room changing, then washing my face with cold water, talking so much today probably didn’t seem like much to the others but for me after so long it was a lot mentally of course

I looked at my self in the mirror, thinking about Daryl

“Oh my god” I whispered feeling the tears well up in my eyes as the reflection in the mirror looked back at me, this mess of a human I hated to look at, Daryl was amazing so generous and deserved the world why would he waste time to get me clothes, to make me feel welcomed, I don’t deserve it, that’s what I was taught I deserve nothing I’m useless

The tears rolled down my face as my lip trembled, the faces of all the people that hurt me flash in my mind

“Ya okay in there?” Daryl asked knocking from the other side of the door

I quickly dried my face opening the door looking at a concerned Daryl

“Ya okay?” He asked looking at my obvious red eyes

I nodded not wanting to bother him he had enough to worry about

“Peach…….can I call ya that?”

I nodded feeling those butterflies

“Peach I know yer lyin, what’s wrong?” He said brushing my hair back and keeping his hand on my check that I leaned into loving its warmth

“It hurts” I whispered as my voice broke

He didn’t go to check me over for injuries, he just knew what I meant, I leaned into him laying my head against his chest and he quickly wrapped his arms around me holding me gently, running his hand through my hair

It had been so long since someone held me, since I was a kid and it felt so good to know someone cared, the tears continued to fall u til I couldn’t cry anymore

I pulled back looking at him as he wiped my tears away

“Want me ta stay with ya tonight? Can sleep on the couch but I’ll be there” he asked

I nodded heading to my room, he changed in the bathroom and came to my room where I already had a makeshift bed made on the couch for him, the couch was horizontal to my bed resting on the same wall so he was technically right by my bed which gave me some peace knowing he was right there

He plopped down on the couch covering up and leaning back in his arm behind his head looking over at me facing him as I wrapped my blankets around myself

“Thank you” I said as he had a little smile at that

“Goodnight peach”

“Goodnight”

I woke up with a bit of a headache, always happened after crying the night before, I sat up rubbing my eyes trying to ease the pain then I heard a groan coming from my right

I looked to the couch completely forgetting Daryl stayed in my room last night

“Mornin” he groaned sitting up

I smiled as I got up getting the pair of grey shorts he got me and the green shirt, heading to the washroom to change and braid my hair back so it was t falling in my face all day

When I came out of the bathroom I bumped into Daryl and he held my arms so I didn’t fall back

“Sorry”

“Don’t worry…….ya feelin better?”

I shrugged my shoulders looking away from him embarrassed

“You helped a bit” I said feeling my face warm

“Good, I’ll meet ya upstairs” he said walking past me to the bathroom

Michonne Rick and Carl were already sat at the kitchen table filling their plates, I sat down and put some strawberries on my plate and two pieces of toast

“Sleep good?” Michonne asked

I nodded as I motioned to her

“We slept good, Judith slept through the whole night so we didn’t have to get up” she smiled seeming refreshed

Daryl came up sitting next to me taking some toast and bacon, the usual thing he’d eat, beside the occasional squirrel

“What do you guys got planned for today?” Rick asked as he fed Judith some mushed up blueberries

“Gonna take my bike out, saw a bike shop on the drive back yesterday, wanna look fer some parts”

I shrugged my shoulders since today was my day off from gardening

Daryl leaned closer

“Wanna come with me?”

I leaned closer to his ear cupping my hand around his ear

“I’d love to” when I leaned back to normal the others at the table had a shocked look

“You actually talk?” Carl asked his eyes wide

I nodded feeling extremely nervous now, maybe one day I’d come around to talking to them but it’s not the same feeling as talking to Daryl, I didn’t feel pressure with Daryl but once I talked to the others that’s all they’ll expect of me

“It’s new” Daryl said jumping to my rescue

“Why Daryl?” Rick asked with a little smirk

My face exploded in warmth and I knew it was red, I was still confused on this feeling I have for Daryl maybe I should ask Maggie or something

“Ummm it’s getting late we should all head out to our duties” Michonne said getting up and clearing the table probably trying to change the subject

I got my to go bag, knife and gun and met Daryl infront of the house already waiting on the bike, he handed me a helmet

“What about you?”

“Don’t need one now get on” he said as I quickly put the helmet on and sat behind him wrapping my arms around his waist

“Be careful please” I heard him laugh as he revved up the bike and we were off

It wasn’t a long drive but it was relaxing, the hum of the motorcycle and his smell of woods and cigarettes enveloping me I rested my head against his back and held him tighter until we got to the shop, he shut off the engine and helped take of my helmet

“So what are we looking for?” I asked not really knowing anything about mechanical stuff

“Tools, some bolts, just thought we’d take a look” he said rummaging through some drawer

I found a section that was biker-ish clothes, I found some fingerless leather gloves thinking they’d be perfect for Daryl, then I found a sticker with a skull and bones maybe he’d like it for his bike

“Find anything?” He asked from behind me

“Ya” I nodded handing the things over

I saw a little smile as he pulled in the gloves

“Fight great, I found what I needed we should head home” he said taking my hand and leading me back out to the bike

We got home and went to take watch before supper, standing in the sun was actually nice, especially being with Daryl

“Can I ask ya somethin?” Daryl asked breaking the silence

I nodded waiting for the question

“What happened to ya?”

The question put a weight on my chest like I couldn’t breathe as my heart sped up and all those bad memory plagued my mind

“It’s okay, ya don’t gotta tell me” he said as he saw my anxiety bubble up

He deserved to know, of all people he’d understand

“I’ve never had someone show me how to love, I’ve never felt it from anyone and I don’t even know what it’s like, that feeling people talk about I can’t even relate, all I’ve felt is being called useless, waste of space, awful things………some people I thought wouldn’t even hurt me did, verbally……physically, I see their faces every night, I haven’t had a full night sleep until well…… you got my the clothes and last night, I thought if I just shut myself off and didn’t let anyone in they couldn’t hurt me anymore, but I wanted to let you in because you know…….you understand” I said finally putting my feelings out there, most I’ve spoken in forever

He looked at me and I saw that sad look on his eyes as he squinted from the sun

He took my arms and pulled me into a hug, holding me gently

“I ain’t gonna let those bastard haunt ya anymore” he pulled me back to look into my eyes

“Ya listen ta me, yer worth it, yer strong ya made it this far and they’re probably dead, ya deserve ta live ya deserve ta let go and feel, ya deserve to feel loved and every emotion, I know I ain’t the best person fer this but….i can help ya, teach ya ta let go” he said rubbing my cheek with his hand

“Please” I pleaded wanting to finally let go, it might be a slow process but I don’t want those bastards to still dictate my life, I want this I want my new family to really know me, i was scared but I had to put my self out there as long as Daryl was there

The first part really went off I hope you guys like this part!!

Taglist: @deansapplepie @in-this-minute

Part.3<-

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yellowistheraddest · 1 year

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LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT, i present to you 9 drawing requests with accompanying commentary...

request one:

honestly its not a crime but they are criminally curious to learn the rich history of Dallas in 1963! i mean arent you curious, you should google what happened there on november 22nd!!!

request number 2:

OH BABY you know i love making people feel :( my most popular post is characters crying so i was supposed to have fun with it but 3 people hugging - dude, i was no the verge of insanity and in the end pearl just kinda got swallowed up and disappeared.

[[7 MORE UNDER CUT!!]]

request tres:

coming from the last drawing i was still on the 'lmao get sad' bandwagon, and simon and athena they have lived through somethings so once again i drew people crying :D so heres a drawing of little athena and her goth uncle having a nice little hug and nothing ever went wrong

request četiri:

by now everyone should know that my favourite AU is these two bastards meeting before phoenix became a lawyer; ya know so he doesnt need to break his back trying to learn law as an art student - not that he learns much as he doesnt know what a cross examination is in his first case,,

request pénte:

this request marked the second day of drawing.

now,, i might have not read the request before i drew sooo i kinda just drew them taking a selfies at a steel samurai con so i kindly edited the second drawing to contain a peace sign. [the plush is the hellish creature named the iron infant [from AAI i think] and i bet its like the worst character in the franchise and these two will definitely burn it when they get home]

request numero sześć:

now i swore to never post kissing on here so i spare myself of the cringw when i look back later, so just dont read the first half and enjoy the way i found out you cant really draw flicking without making a comic. like the motion is so small yet so powerful how do you draw that?!?!?!?!?!? this looked miles better in my brain...

request shtatë:

you know what else is like rocks? big frozen chunks of ice, like the one here :D

RIP LMAO

request huit:

ah the t4t to end all t4ts. ron is definitely a guy to fall at first sight and bro desiree is the definition of girlboss

also people forget that larry was rons coworker and i need more content of those two because they are just wildly opposite

[edit: ''sir are good'' HUH??? brother i need to go to sleep and just not draw for the next millenia]

now we have arrived at the end of our trip...

you may be thinking "yellow, you said that there were 9 drawings!"

YES, but no.. theres probably a reason behind this but when i opened my inbox and saw this was like a game character who was stun locked. i mean look at this, aka request number NINE:

love ya to death, babes, but please get some rest because i think you forgot to write in the characters you wanted to see. despite that i decided to draw what you requested:

now just imagine whichever characters you waant in those places! wait was your request an investment so you can have an infinite amount of ships inserted into this pose???

anywho, ummmmm.. yeah Now we have reached the end - but do not fear, im not dying or going away. im still going to be here on my ace attorney bullshit as long as my brain can stand.

sadly i have to say GOODNIGHT, LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND FELLOW CONTORTIONS OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT. may we meet once again when the planets align and it rains in the greatest depths of the ocean o7

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tasteleeknow-remade · 2 years

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— addicted to you: one week

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, established relationship. content: 18+ minors dni. warnings below cut. word count: 1.2k

summary: minho has been on tour for weeks, he can't sleep, so you send him an audio message to help him relax aka minho humps a pillow.

profanity. afab!reader. frottage. obsessiveness. hints of possessiveness. pet names. dirty talk. grinding. dry humping. breeding kink. size kink. mutual masturbation.

Minho had never been away from you for this long. Three weeks so far, another week to go. He called you each night before he went to sleep but often it was the middle of the work day for you and you couldn’t talk. He missed you more than he ever knew he could. You’d cried the morning he left and he’d promised it would go faster than you thought; he’d be home before you knew it. He’d been the comforting, calm one and now he felt like you were coping fine and he was the one on the brink of a meltdown. He’d considered many times missing a concert and coming home to see you, but he knew he’d be letting a lot of people down. If he was honest the main reason he’d held back was because when he’d mentioned the idea to you, you’d insisted he stayed. Made him promise he would.

He was attempting to sleep now, tossing back and forth in the bed that was far too big and empty. He was used to wrapping himself around you, smelling your hair, cupping one of your tits with his hand as he spooned you. The body pillow he brought with him couldn’t compare. The clock on the nightstand flashed 3:30am, you should be off work. He reached over to grab his phone.

2 new messages

im guessing you are probably sleeping now but just letting you know i love you and i miss you

can’t wait to see you

He quickly typed a reply.

can i call you

After what felt like 20 minutes of staring at the ceiling, phone grasped in his hand, it started vibrating.

“Baby??”

“Why are you still awake? Isn’t it really late over there? I didn’t wake you did I?” The sounds of traffic in the background sounded so foreign after lying in silence for so many hours.

“I couldn’t sleep, I miss you.”

“I miss you too but you have to get some sleep; you’re so busy everyday.” You sounded slightly out of breath.

“I can’t do this again.”

“Do what? The tour? Aren’t you having fun? You were so excited- Sorry can I just get past you..” You were talking to someone else now. He assumed you were rushing for your train.

“Being away from you.”

“What happened to time would pass fast, huh? It’s only a week now, I'll see you soon.”

“I- I know… one week… I'll see you soon…”

“I love you, very much. Get some sleep.”

“Me, too. Yeah, yeah I will. Don’t worry.”

“Goodnight, love.”

“Night.”

Minho threw his phone over the side of the bed. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he could cry.

Just as he was getting ready to submit to the tears his phone buzzed from the floor. He crawled the edge and leaned over, reaching to grab it and then pushing himself back up onto the bed, nearly falling off in the process.

4 new messages

(audio)

i recorded this the other night when i was missing you very much

i was too embarrassed to send it at the time but i think maybe you might need it now

love u

He hit play right away and within a few seconds it was clear what you’d sent him. Your quiet whimpers filled the hotel room. Oh god, you were perfect. “Minho…. baby… I need you.” Your breathy voice reminded him of the way you’d sounded in the call; winded from rushing for your train. Fuck. “Miss you so much….” He could hear you shifting in your bed. “Been touching myself every night to the thought of you… wish you were here… so bad..”

Minho rolled over and grabbed the body pillow, throwing one leg over it and putting the phone on one of the other pillows so he could listen to your pretty sounds. He often slept naked but tonight he was wearing his boxers. Most nights he would stroke himself to the thought of you, picturing your thighs wrapped around him, holding you up against the wall as he fucked you full.

“I miss feeling you inside me,” you sounded so needy. “filling me up.” Minho’s hips started rolling against the pillow, holding it against him tightly. He loved having you against him like this. Sometimes in the middle of the night he’d wake up pressed up against you, your ass pressed into his crotch. When he’d grab you and pull you even tighter against his chest sometimes you’d wake up and sleepily murmer his name. How the fuck was he supposed to sleep in an empty hotel bed when he’d gotten used to that.

“Feel so empty without you.” Fuck he wished you were under him instead of the pillow. You’d be so warm… soft. He rolled completely on top of it. Palms on the bed, giving himself enough leverage to fuck himself into the pillow like it was you, begging him to keep you nice and full. You always felt so small under him. He loved holding himself up on his forearms, each one on either side of your head, caging you in under his body. He was obsessed with you, he knew it wasn’t healthy. The way he wanted to keep you with him all the time. But fuck he loved it; feeling you under him like that, all his. Made him feel like you were all for him. His sweet little angel.

He was muttering to himself now, “Need you too, baby…so soft for me….pretty baby… yeah….”. Your moans were getting louder and he could hear the sound of your wet pussy as you touched yourself. God he was gonna keep you locked up for days when he got back. Just keep you sitting on his cock, feeling that wet little pussy around him for hours. How the fuck had he gone without you for so long. He couldn’t do this again, he wouldn’t. He needed you. He groaned into the pillow. Precum was probably leaking through his boxers, he was making a mess. Just like you. He needed to slow down, make it last. He could only hear this audio for the first time once. By the end of the week he’d memorise it, each word you whimper, every pretty sound.

You were chanting his name. “Minho… baby…. please…. Minho…” He started rutting faster into the pillow, panting as he struggled to hold himself back. You’d come any second, then he could follow you. You were so good for him, touching yourself while he was gone. Needy little thing. So sweet. He couldn’t stop himself, his cock throbbing as his thrusts became erratic. “Oh.. fuck,” He groaned as he felt the first pulse of cum wet his boxers. He heard you make the prettiest sound, finishing along with him. Grinding himself into the pillow as he rode out his orgasm he imagined your pretty face as you came. One week and he’d be seeing it again. He listened to your small giggle as he caught his breath, “I hope-I hope you liked it, baby. Miss you.” The audio ended. Minho rolled onto his back. He needed a shower.

One week.

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iloveramensm · 2 years

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i wish you were mine - deckard shaw

POV: you confess to Deckard after getting jealous and it doesn’t go as planned (This takes place during the Hobbs & Shaw movie)

Part 1 Part 2

The crew needed to stay the night at Madame M’s mansion in order to actually rest before pursuing your mission. Luckily, you all were able to get your own rooms but you all were burning energy by talking and joking around with each other in the living room.

“That's not even true you fuckhead” Hobbs exclaims, laughing and throwing his arm around Hattie.

“Listen you big-headed rock, I know what I saw” Deckard smiles, taking another sip from his drink.

“Well before I get thrown into the insult battle, I’m gonna take this as my cue to leave” Hattie states, getting up and smiling “Goodnight guys” Luke stumbles up and after her, and I shake my head, smiling to myself

“Goodnight guys,” I say, taking a sip of my drink and looking at the fireplace. Deckard and madame M were sharing a couch, exchanging flirty looks the entire night. I slightly frown as he moves closer to her and I stand up abruptly.

“I’m gonna go. Night guys” I rush out of the room, not even bothering to wait for a response. As my eyes burn I shut the door and immediately go to my bed, face diving into it and crying.

Me and Deckard Shaw have been flirting and messing around for months, in fact, I think since we’ve met. I, being the lonely bitch I am, developed a crush on him. I, also being the dumb bitch I am, thought he had some pinch of feelings for me but after seeing how flirty and touchy he was with Madame, I knew that wasn’t the case. When I thought about it more, Deckard never really touched me. I mean we'd hug or shake hands every now and then if we were saying bye, but other than that we never purposefully touched each other. I screw my eyes closed, the burning of my eyes and the pain in my chest getting more intense. I grab some tissues and go to the bathroom, cleaning myself up so I could at least try to get some sleep.

Literally, 4 hours later, 2 am, I’m still wide awake. I tried watching movies, drawing, reading, and everything else I could do and nothing was working. Eventually, I decided to just get a snack and water and maybe head outside. As I walk down to the kitchen, I hear panting coming from Deckard’s room. My face heats up and I quickly keep walking, not letting any more tears fall over this British assassin.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbed what I needed for a bowl of sherbet, and walked out to the porch. I had grabbed my headphones and phone so I could listen to music or even a crime podcast. As I sit by the pool, I eat my sherbet and look at the stars with thoughts filling my head. All of a sudden, I feel someone shaking my shoulder and I jump, whipping around to see a shirtless Deckard.

“Deckard? What did something happen? Where's Luke?” I ask, panicked and placing my bowl down, bending down to put on my shoes

“No it's ok love nothing happened I was just checking on you, I noticed you out here and just wanted you to be safe,” He says, rubbing my back. I take a deep breath and look at him.

“Oh, um ok sorry for freaking out I just thought- yeah” I laugh nervously, sitting back down. Deckard sits next to me in silence and I fidget with my fingers, wishing he'd say something.

“Couldn't sleep?”

“No, not really, I don't know why it’s like I’m tired but I can't sleep”

“Anything been plaguing that beautiful brain of yours?”

I scoff “nope” My face burns as I remember he just had sex with madame and I feel my eyes burning again. I finish my sherbet quickly and stand up

“Y/N-”

“I'm going to go,” I say, slipping on my shoes and heading towards the sliding door.

“Y/N wait!-” An arm grabs me and I look at Deckard, frustrated.

“What Deckard?”

“Somethings wrong and I think I did something but i-i don’t know what I did and I want to fix it so please talk to me love” he says, looking into my eyes and furrowing his brow.

“Please stop calling me that” I whisper

“What? What is it just talk to me sweets”

“Don’t call me love, or sweets, just fuck off”

“No” he grunts, getting angry “we are talking about this right fucking now Y/N”

“I fucking like you, Deckard! Are you fucking happy now? Every since we’ve met ive liked you and I thought you I don’t know, saw me more than a friend, and obviously you don’t so yeah I’m a little upset but ill get over it. I didn’t even want to tell you this shit” I say, shoving off of him

“Y/N…i-” he takes a step back, some unknown emotion filling his eyes.

“Just drop it, Deckard, please” I walk into the mansion, rinsing my bowl off and going back to my room where finally, after confessing my dumbass feelings to that dumbass assassin, I’m able to sleep.

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ill be dropping a part 2 soon even if no one wants one LMFAOO

#deckard shaw imagines #deckard shaw x reader #deckard shaw #hobbs and shaw #you get jealous #jason statham

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paperuniverse · 1 month

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Gerita Week Day 2: Celebration | "I'm glad I got to spend today with you."

@geritaweek

Title: Buonanotte Amore

Summary: Feliciano and Ludwig go to bed after celebrating the Italy bros birthday.

Link to AO3

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Feliciano climbed under the sheets next to Ludwig, who had just gotten comfortable a few moments before. For once both going to sleep at the same time.

It had been a very exciting birthday. A fun celebration at lunch with lots of gifts and delicious baked goods made by Ludwig. Surrounded by friends and family. Then that evening they had had a nice night in. A sweet evening of snuggling and kissing. He had even gotten some time to try out his new paintbrushes he had been gifted earlier. Painting a scene from earlier that day. He would have to finish it tomorrow though.

And maybe now he could be lucky and get even more kisses and love from his significant other.

He shifted closer to Ludwig.

“No.” Ludwig said softly, not even opening his eyes. “We have work tomorrow.”

North Italy smirked. “No, you have work tomorrow. I took the day off because I wanted to do shopping but couldn’t do it on my actual birthday cause everything is closed. Not to mention waking up that early the day after your birthday is just cruel!”

Germany opened one eye to look at him. Trying to glare but unable to as he struggled to hold back a smile. “Fine, I do. And I need my sleep.”

“But it’s my birthday.” He replied, pouting. “Can’t you stay up a little longer to kiss me?”

“I already stayed up later than usual for you.”

Feliciano pretended to be hurt. Looking to the ceiling with a hand thrown dramatically over his forehead. “Oh how will I survive without my kisses!! I will cry myself to sleep on my birthday!! So sad!! God, please send a message to my boyfriend that he needs to love me more!”

He felt a light kiss on his cheek.

“I love you.” He whispered and turned to give Ludwig a gentle kiss on the mouth.

“I love you too.” Ludwig replied, going to hold Feliciano against his chest.

He listened to Ludwig’s steady heartbeat. Allowing it to comfort him and pull him closer to sleep.

"I'm glad I got to spend today with you." He said softly.

A hand started to card through Feliciano’s hair. “I’m glad too. Even if we can’t be together always… I will always make sure we are together for important things.”

“I will too.” Feliciano said, eyes stinging with tears that wouldn’t fall. Overwhelmed with Ludwig’s love. It had been so hard in the past to truly let anyone in. Let himself love anyone truly and purely. But Ludwig was worth it. Ludwig had helped him remember that despite the risk of losing someone, these moments were all worth it.

“Goodnight liebling.”

He held a bit tighter to him. “Goodnight tesoro.”

#geritaweek #gerita #paperuniverse post #paperuniverse writing #writing #hetalia #hws germany #hws north italy

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morbidlyhumorous · 16 days

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Comforter (Bucky Barnes)

TW: panic attack

Bucky's POV

I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day as I entered the Avengers Tower. I made my way into the living room and was greeted by Clint and Steve. "How'd the chase go, Buck?" Steve asked. I rubbed my eyes and grumbled out "It was completely stupid. We caught the guy easily, but there was so much paperwork. I'm just ready to lay down honestly. Speaking of, have you guys seen Y/n?" Both of the men shook their heads. "Last I heard she was in some huge meeting with a lot of people." Bruce said. I winced knowing how much Y/n hated large crowds. I waved at the other guys before heading upstairs to my room. I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I opened the door, then froze. The room was dark and several items had been knocked off their shelves. The bathroom doors were haphazardly open and all the blankets had been thrown off the bed. I cautiously entered the room and did a thorough sweep before I entered the bathroom. It was here I stopped when I saw what was before me. Y/n was sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, and she was shaking uncontrollably.

Y/n POV:

"Y/n?" I heard a voice say. I raised my head slightly and saw the concerned look on my boyfriend's face. Then I began to cry. Bucky quickly dropped to my side and pulled me into his lap while making soothing noises. "Hey, hey, hey. Focus on my voice, okay? You are perfectly safe right now." I buried my face into Bucky's chest and tried to regain control over myself. Bucky began running his hands through my hair while humming softly under his breath. I shuddered slightly as I let the rest of the sobs go and allowed the sound of the humming to calm me."So what happened today?" Bucky asked after several minutes of silence. "I had to go to this meeting with a lot of people and it was a lot noisier. I've kinda been struggling all day...I guess it's just one of those days where your mind seems to get to you more. Anyway, there were so many people talking at me and the space seemed to be getting smaller, so I quickly excused myself, left, and then ended up here." I said as I finally pulled my head back to look at Bucky.

He took my tear-stained face in his hands and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But I'm here now, so how about we go lay down, maybe watch something, and not think about today at all. Okay?" I nodded my head and let a small smile out. Bucky smiled down at me before he kissed me again and helped me stand up. "Why don't you go ahead and change and I'll be back in 2 minutes.""Okay." Bucky left and closed the doors behind him, leaving me to change. I quickly pulled on my p.j.s and climbed into our big bed. A minute later, Bucky came back carrying two mugs of tea and put them down beside me. He changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants before joining me in bed. He handed me the remote and I chose a fun little tv show. As it played, Bucky wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I burrowed into his side while holding my cup of tea. A few episodes later I was fast asleep. Bucky smiled down at my sleeping form as he took the cup from my hold, placed it on the nightstand, and laid me down. He adjusted himself beside me and my hand instinctively rested on his chest. "Goodnight Y/n. I love you." He whispered as he, too, drifted off to sleep.

#oneshot #bucky barnes #winter soldier #the avengers #marvel

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aliquistis · 10 months

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kotor drabble

Just a little snippet that hit me while playing Kotor 2. I have basically no energy to write during the summer so it's nice when I get grabbed by inspiration.

Fandom: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords

Pairing: Atton/Exile (Exile is Kade Vesper)

cw: very brief and vague references to blood/violence

Words: 601

"Well." She stepped closer, standing next to where he sat in the pilot's seat. She looked out at the great wide nothing of space in front of them. It'd be a long trip to Nar Shadaa. "I'm going to bed."

She turned towards him and smiled. He pretended not to notice. Then she laid her hand gently on his shoulder and he couldn't pretend that away, so he glanced at her sidelong.

The smile. Bright as morning on Alderaan. Bright as the fires she'd left on Malachor V.

"Try to get some sleep, Rand. In a bed. Sleeping in this chair is going to mess up your back."

He didn't respond, and the hand dropped away. Some distant, stupid part of his mind wondered what he might have said to keep her there. He banished it, locked it away behind a fresh round of pazaak, tossed in a little wave of annoyance to further bury it.

She glanced at the expanse before them. "And don't stare at the stars too long. You know I've heard of spacers going nuts 'cause of that."

Atton scoffed. "Between you, the old witch, and boy wonder back there philosophizing about morality and destiny and all that other garbage, I'll consider myself lucky if it's the stars that get me."

She laughed. He busied his hands with the controls. Busied his mind with cards.

"Goodnight, Rand."

He heard her turn. He didn't look up.

"Night, Kade."

He fought it. He really did. His shoulder seemed to burn where she'd touched him. He sat and stewed for long seconds before the impulse broke him and he turned to watch her walk away. Down the hall now, robe brushing silently against the well-worn grating of the ship, just past the communications room. Almost immediately, he snapped his eyes back, rolling them like the traitors they were. He raked a hand over his face, pressure hard and palm gloved, relishing the discomfort it brought. Like a splash of cold water, it dragged him back to his senses.

"Get it together, Rand," he muttered. His eyes trailed downwards, following the movement of his fingers as they fell from his face.

How many times had he looked down at his hands and seen them busy at work? Pressing into skin or digging into flesh? Coated in blood or covered in black? How many times had he looked down and not seen them, cloaked by a stealth field mere moments before he struck a vital nerve on his next target. His next victim.

They'd always been steady. No matter the horrors he inflicted, the cruelties he'd seen, they'd always stayed steady. Begging, crying, screaming: nothing could shake him. Neither threats nor seductions would waver his resolve.

But when she smiled at him-

He clenched his fingers into a fist.

"Get it together."

He wouldn't let hope, of all things, be what broke him. Not after two wars and a body pile that could wall off the cockpit door. He lowered his hands back to the controls. Work. He needed to work. He needed to plot a course.

His eyes drifted up as his hands moved, meeting his own reflection against the backdrop of the stars beyond. A wan mirror of himself; the poor surface made his cheeks look sunken, his skin paler, the bags under his eyes deeper. A face he should recognize.

"Rand," he repeated, meeting his own eyes.

The dashboard's keypad was warm under his touch. Warm like blood that pooled between the webbing of his fingers, fragile like a pulse that fluttered in panic against his palm.

"Atton Rand."

#kotor 2 #knights of the old republic #atton rand #atton x exile #fanfic

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 6 months

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the amount of times you told me to sleep in my last 2 asks is crazy😭(its 12:41am as i type this.) but honestly the more nights that pass the less sleep i get and sometimes im able to stay asleep all night but those rare days do not make up for my usual loss of sleep😭

and love brown eyes are cute no matter what people say and omg i have a friend that lives in nc rn so cool (not really LMAO)

but idk what to say about myself😭 im a hijabi (if anyone sees this ill cry yes ik im reading fanfic as a hijabi pls) um i have thick ass black hair bc of them desi genes and it grows so fast but this summer i got a wolfcut (no idea how my cousins in my hometown were able to convince her to let me get one while i was visiting there, ngl wanna go back home cried when i came back to america) BUT OMG IM SO OBSESSED WITH MY HAIRCUT NO JOKE😭 but its already growing back so fast and its only been like 3 months umm i have rly dark brown eyes like at one point as a kid i was convinced i had black eyes

and i love joshua and junny (if i havent made it obvious) YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO JUNNYS SONGS AND LOOK AT HIM IF YOU DONT KNOW HIM i literally love him sm sobs

waiting for you to post ur face reveals ngl😭

its 12:49am now (yes it took that long to type this for some reason) and i will get into bed and lay there for a few hours until i sleep LMAO goodnight my love😭😭

im so worried that my online friend is gna see this and know like 'omg -- is sending sm asks to brie' like bc she reads fanfic on here and she knows how i look n stuff😭 IF YOU SEE THIS BFF YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE PLS IGNORE THIS. I HAVE ENOUGH BLACKMAIL OF YOU SO DONT LET ANYONE ELSE FIND THIS

- 🤤 anon

I’m kinda worried about you that sleep schedule is so bad 😭😭 but i can relate to a bad sleep schedule so i uh am a hypocrite

THERE ARE A COUPLE OF HIJABI ON THIS SITE I THINK DW YOURE SAFE ALSO IM SO JEALOUS I GAVE MYSELF A WOLF CUT A WHILE AGO BUT IT WASNT GOOD 😭

BUT HEY WE ARE BROWN EYES TWINSIES THATS SO SLAY I HAVE LISTENED TO A FEW SONGS BY JUNNY BUT ILL LISTEN TO MORE OF HIM!! WHATS YOUR FAVORITE SONG BY JUNNY

ARE WE IN THE SAME TIME ZONE?! ITS ONE AM RIGHT NOW FOR ME 1:10

I hope you sleep well!! And i hope your bestie will let secrets be secrets 😶

Here’s a face reveal for you:

It is from when i was studying last week so slay

#b: 🤤 anon

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leilamarie99 · 1 year

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Colby x sister

Y/n has a nightmare and Colby sings her a lullaby sending her to sleep and sleep talking

It’s was 3 am in the morning Y/n was asleep she was in bed moving around holding her teddy that she’s had since a baby that her brother colby gave her and never let go off she was moving around shaking and sweating out of fear she was having a nightmare until it got unbearable and she screamed walking up with the sound of big thunder bang suddenly Colby ran in the bedroom

“ sis you ok “

y/n started crying

“ no I had a bad nightmare “

“ come here “ Colby said

Colby jump in bed cuddling y/n

“ you ok “

“Yeah I’m fine can you sing me a lullaby “

“ anything for you “

Colby snuggled in the duvet and cuddled with her and her teddy and Colby started singing

2 a.m., where do I begin?

Crying off my face again

The silent sound of loneliness

Wants to follow me to bed

I'm a ghost of a girl that I want to be most

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well

Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in to take my heart again

Too afraid to go inside

For the pain of one more loveless night

But the loneliness will stay with me

And hold me 'til I fall asleep

I'm the ghost of a girl that I want to be most

I'm the shell of a girl that I used to know well

Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again

Broken pieces of a barely breathing story

Where there once was love

Now there's only me and the lonely

Dancing slowly in an empty room

Can the lonely take the place of you?

I sing myself a quiet lullaby

Let you go and let the lonely in

To take my heart again

But the time he finished singing y/n was asleep so he gave her a kiss goodnight and wrapped her in her duvet and went to get up and go for the door

“ love you Colby “ he turned and looked at her talking in her sleep Colby always found cute

“ goodnight sis “ and got up to go to his bed before looking back and seeing her fast asleep

@i-write-only-to-feel-emotions I hope you like it

#colby brock imagines #colbyxreader #sam and colby #colby brock

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genericswordsmaiden · 3 months

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All right. Part one is done. Here we go again.

First of all, I'm grieving. Won't say for who, that could be a spoiler, but the thing is I'm grieving and crying and I am so worried about what could happen in the next movie you have no idea. Or maybe you do, maybe the final variation of the "should you choose to accept" speech with the scene of Benji and Ethan reuniting gave you the same amount of dread it gave me. Anyway I think I'll need at least a couple of days to let everything that's happened sink in.

I loved this. The pacing was great, the stakes are high and relevant to our current state, Grace is a pretty good addition to the cast and most of all I appreciated that her behaviour is realistic. Every hesitation, every panic attack. She's not a super spy, she's a thief. A really good one, but just a thief.

There were some details that kinda made me think - it's like this movie blended the first trilogy together, in a way. You have Kittridge, Kittridge making direct references to the finale of the first movie, Kittridge asking Ethan if he's upset (a callback to the aquarium restaurant scene in MI), Ethan doing magic tricks with little objects just like in the first movie, motorcycle stunts (and a thief) like in the second movie, and all the humanity and personal stakes of the third movie, as well as a return to Italy.

Speaking of Italy... That car chase scene, man. A yellow fiat cinquecento, 1960's model with a heavily modified engine. Truly the car of all time. I'm keeping that scene close to my heart.

Now, touching on the motorcycle stunt - I was in pure disbelief when I saw it. And while I absolutely adore that he basically does this for us, I can't help but wonder about Tom Cruise's mental state. I've reached the conclusion he's probably addicted to adrenaline after all these years.

I spoiled myself some days ago that the psychometric test scene was different in a previous iteration, where Benji apparently confesses he's self harmed because of PTSD but they removed it because the test audience didn't like it. I understand why, and in a way I'm glad we got different lines, 'cause I would have probably cried a river hearing him say that - not only because I got attached to this character a lot, but because the self harm topic kinda triggers me, it opens a whole box of bad memories I have.

There's a lot to unpack in this movie thematically, and I might make posts about it in the next days. By the way, Mr. Pegg was right, it didn't feel like watching half a movie. Only part of a story, that's for sure, but it's in the title so nobody could complain. I can't wait to watch part 2 next year, really.

For now, though, I just feel empty. And tired - it's 12:43 am where I live. In the meantime, does anyone have good fanfic recommendations? And if anybody followed my rambling about this series, what about talking a bit? Especially about this last entry.

Now I'll just go to sleep, totally trying to ignore how this watching/talking/sharing experience kinda really fundamentally changed me as a person. Goodnight.

#claire liveblogs m:i #mission impossible #mi7 #mission impossible dead reckoning #dead reckoning part one

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adventuretolkienlover · 1 year

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MY LULLABY! (DONELLA'S VERSION!)

I would be so thrilled if someone did a cover of this. Especially Elsie LoveLock! She has the perfect voice for it! I present, my rewrite of My Lullaby! From The Lion King 2!

(Donella: *Spoken* Hush, my little one. You must be exhausted)

(Donella: *Sung* Sleep, my little Hugo

Let your dreams take wing

One day when you're big and strong

You will be a king)

(Hugo: *Spoken* Goodnight Donella.)

(Donella: *Spoken* Goodnight Darling. Tomorrow your training intensifies.)

(Donella: *Sung* I've been exiled, persecuted

Left alone with no defense

When I think of what that brute did

I get a little tense

But I dream a dream so pretty

That I don't feel so depressed

A reassuring little ditty

It helps me get some rest

The sound of Quirin's dying gasp

His son screaming in my grasp

His people's mournful cry

That's my lullaby

Now the past, I've tried forgetting

And my foes, I could forgive

Trouble is, I know it's petty

But I hate to let them live

And now I found myself somebody who'll bring Quirin to his knees

Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me

The melody of angry growls

A counterpoint of painful howls

A symphony of death, oh my!

That's my lullaby

Ulla's is gone, but I'm still around

To love this little lad

Till he learns to be a killer

With a lust for being bad

Rest my perfect darling

My precious little thing

One day, when you're big and strong

You will be a king!

The pounding of the drums of war

The thrill of Hugo's mighty roar

The joy of vengeance testifies!

I can hear the cheering

Hugo! What a guy!

Payback time is nearing

And then our flag will fly

Against a blood-red sky

That's my lullaby!

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah!)

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If anyone is wondering, this is the cover of My Lullaby I'm talking about. She puts SO much emotion into her covers! This better than the original in my opinion. She still keeps all the voice acted emotion and still manages to hit all the notes flawlessly! Have fun with this! Peace out y'all! (P.S: One thing. You can use these lyrics for a cover, but please give me credits for the rewrite. And preferably a link to my blog so people can find this post. Thank you!)

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foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland · 7 months

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I feel so normal. Todays been such a normal person day. I went for like a 3-4 hour walk. I think i ate a healthy amount of food and water. I tidied my room and dusted all the shelves n shit. I threw out a bunch of clothes that dont fit me anymore. I prepared everything for school tomorrow. I didnt do my assignments at 11pm bc they were already done. I showered in cold water and it lasted only liek 5 minutes. I also forgor to take my eyekiner off b4 showering and stepped out to see myself in the mirror with wet hair hangin down round just fuckin black eyes like it was running all the way down it looked purposeful it was not but it looked awesome dude ppl should cry with mascara n eyeliner on more often bc crying is good 4 u and drippy eye makeup goes hard. Anyways im such a normal guy today its crazy. And i also had to look up where a celebrity is from bc i swear i saw some actor just in the park and i didnt talk 2 him bc thats just annoying to have happen 2 u so i smiled at him like i do every other stranger anyways i looked itnup and he lives in the same city as me so it very well may have probably been him so thats cool. Anyways im also listening to riptide again bc ive listened to it fully twice in order and like i say uve oistened 2 it three times bc ive also just rewatched a buncha random episodes buttttt i decided to rewatch it a third time from episode 7 bc i did sorta recently watch 1-6 in order anyways as much as i love modern day albatrio, early days them goes hard like. Its also sooo weird hearing gillion from this early on hes soooo paladiny its awesome. And like obviously chil n jays voices havent changed too much but its always so cool to hear small differences. Like jay sounds so much like. Idk man. To the left. And like. Made of grass. But modern day jay ismmade of leaves. Ykwim. Anyways. Gonna sleep now bc im normal today and normal people sleep well so im gonna go do that goodnight :3

#night thoughts #and tomorrow im gonnaaaa go to school and do school and be school and do school. yes.#and not need to cry bc ill be normal #but if i need to cry i will bc it makes it worse if i dont #unless jm around teachers then i cannot cry at all ever bc that makes things 100000x worse

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dratoba · 1 year

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"Reunion PT 2"

(Forgot to mention that time works differently on the boiling isles)

It's been 4 more hours. Now Darius was a little worried. He understood that Hunter had gone through something extremely traumatic but earlier he dropped off some food and he never ate it. It was around 12:30 when Darius decided to go check on him. Even though he said he wouldn't and he needed space he just thought it would help him sleep better. He knocked on the door. No response "Hunter? Are you alright?" Still no response. "I'm going to come in" Nothing. He opened to door to an empty room and an open window.

Oh how this brought back memories. "Oh how fun." As the golden guard Hunter would love star gazing but he wouldn't do it from his room. He would fly out the window. Wait- He can't fly anymore..oh my Titan he jumped out a two story window. Darius went downstairs and into the backyard. Hunter was sitting on the floor looking up at the stars. "Still doing this I see" "It's nice"

Seeing him so peaceful was nice. "I'm going inside. Try not to stay out here too long" Hunter nodded. He went in and went to bed. After another 1 so around 1:50 he also went to bed. The next morning it was normal-ish. Hunter came out of the room but he didn't talk much. He also didn't eat much. You would think that he would want to talk to someone about when happened but he hadn't.

He actually avoided the topic completely. He was really distant actually. Whenever someone asked him about it he'd either leave or sorta lash out at them. Just a small raise of voice. It has been 4 days staying at Darius's home. Today Eberwolf and Raine were going to the owl house again to make some plans. Darius didn't feel comfortable letting Hunter leave the house or leaving him alone since the collector most likely wants the last grimwalker.

"I'm not a child Darius, I can take care of myself. If you want to go you can go" Did I forget to mention that Hunter often forgets he's 17? "I'm sure you can" "Then why don't go?" "Because Raine and Eberwolf are staying there for 2 days having another person in the house would get crowded" Was Darius lying? Yes. Was it for getting reasons? Also yes. It was 11:26PM I mean he wasn't gonna go out so late. "Alright. I'm going to bed, goodnight"

"Goodnight" Hunter went upstairs and into the room. 20 minutes later Darius also went up to bed. At 2:42AM Darius woke up and decided to get a glass of water. He went to check on Hunter just to see if he was star gazing again. When he went in there was nobody there but the window wasn't open? He came out of the room and was going to go downstairs to check the backyard but on his way he saw the light was on in the bathroom.

Darius went in to turn it off but instead he found Hunter in the corner with his hands gripping on to his hair so hard it looked like it really hurt. His eyes were closed shut very tightly and it sounded like he was whispering something but very quietly. Darius quickly went to Hunter and kneeled down. "Hunter? Hunter snap out of it." As he tried grabbing his hands he started to make out the whispers. "it's all my fault" he just repeated that over and over.

Hunter began to cry a bit. Darius put his hand on his shoulder to see if he would move away, when he didn't he held Hunter in his arms and just let him cry. He fully broke down into tears and let go of his hair. Darius has experienced Hunter's meltdowns/panic attacks so this wasn't new. He wouldn't hold him but he'd comfort him. Hunter's whispers grew a little louder and more understandable. "It's okay..it's not your fault.."

(This paragraph is mostly dialogue) "Yes it is! It should've been me not him.." "Hunter. He sacrificed himself because he loved you. It was his choice" Hunter cried and cried. It seemed like he was holding back those tears for a long time. He said the horrible things that were on his mind and Darius listened and comforted. This went on for about 10 minutes.

Eventually he stopped crying but he still didn't move. "I'm sorry" "For what?" Darius had a feeling he knew what he was gonna say. "For acting like this so late at night it's- it's ridiculous it's weak" He was right. After so long and he still thinks like this. Belos ruined this kid in so many ways. "It's not weak to express yourself it's normal" Hunter smiled and returned the hug. "Thank you" "You're welcome, little prince"

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #sad boy #another day another slay #dadrius #dana terrace #trauma #toh eberwolf #flapjack #suidical

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alistairlowes · 1 year

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part 2 of me doing a live reread of aouv giving everyone reason to block me

"Don’t be scared, Alistair told himself in real life, walking through the woods the first night of the tournament. What else could they take from you?"

noo. the answer is nothing wow

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"There was more to the Grieve champion than this town had chosen to see. Though, admittedly, Alistair had forgotten his name, too."

help i forgot he does that

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i love how all characters are like we can't trust alistair he's probably up to some evil shit. and then you switch to alistair's pov and it's like "alistair was crying himself to sleep"

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honestly alistair x isobel is a serve. but 2nd book is still bigger serve

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“There’s only one bed,” she pointed out.

“Plenty of floor.” His voice was strangely high.

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isobel: ok goodnight

alistair: goodnight... also wanna hear about my childhood trauma?

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"Maybe Isobel’s mother had been right about Alistair. Maybe he was unstable."

GIRL CONSIDERING HIS FAMILY HE TURNED OUT FINE

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“I really am sorry for how I … for who I am.”

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gavin:

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The Grieve let go of Alistair, and Alistair crumpled gracelessly in the dirt. “Crawl there, Lair.”

“Fuck yourself, Castle.”

REAL

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The only thing worse than making another champion your enemy is making them a friend.

alistair who first made one his girlfriend then another his boyfriend

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"lt was impossible to enter it and feel anything less than royal.

“What a dump,” Alistair muttered behind her,"

😭😭😭

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"Isobel didn’t like the idea of abandoning Alistair with Gavin."

IT'S FUNNY

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alistair tripping / falling / running into things every chapter 😓😓

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“Really, Grieve,” Alistair purred, his voice lingering on the last word with obvious disdain. “What could I possibly have to be afraid of?”

“I have a first name, you know.”

Alistair’s gaze dropped to the spellboard.

“You don’t know my name, do you?”

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"He’d always known Alistair was dangerous. But he’d never had the chance to see how sad he was. It was unmistakable, in the lines of his profile, in the way his hand desperately gripped the bottle.

What right did he have to be sad?"

there is....so much... so fucKING MUCH

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"He tried to remind himself that Alistair would always be a Lowe, and Gavin couldn’t—wouldn’t—let himself feel anything but hatred for him. Not when it was too easy to wonder if it had ever really been hatred at all."

oh my god i don't remember this at all i thought it was in the 2nd book THE BITCH WAS SO FAR GONE. like he was there he was- HE WANTS TO KILL YOU GAVIN FOR FUCKS SAKE

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every character when alistair starts trauma dumping after 2 mins of conversation:

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"But one conversation with his supposed mortal enemy and his guard was already down. Was he really this desperate for validation?

Or was it just because that attention was coming from Alistair Lowe?"

GAVIN BESTIE I LITERALLY- I CANNOT

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"But as he sat there, beside the mead he refused to drink, he couldn’t avoid the newfound knowledge that Alistair was more boy than monster—despite how much both of them pretended otherwise."

shut uppp

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"No one in here is a hero—least of all you.”

explains the ending

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"And they could call it what they wanted, but Briony knew what they really were.

Villains. All of them."

girl please we reaching

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"But drinking last night with Alistair, things had gotten all muddled."

gaVIN

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"Even high magick has its limits: it can’t bring back the people who died for it."

oh time to cry </3

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"I thought I belonged in this story, but I never did. So maybe it’s time to take myself out of it.”

and she took that literally

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"Briony, who’d fashioned herself into some sort of hero when she had more blood on her hands than any of them."

i mean... for now... alistair has entered the chat

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“You know what I think, Grieve?” Alistair countered. “You’re just upset that I’m not the villain you imagined I would be. Slaying me was supposed to be your ultimate act of victory. But I’m not your monster. Or your trophy.”

300 dead 2948 injured

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"but Gavin couldn’t let Alistair get that close to him again."

oh yeah that will turn out well

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HENDRYYY ❤️❤️❤️

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"He’d lost Hendry once—he couldn’t lose him again."

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"Alistair was now the sun, and Hendry the shadow."

gavin-

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"Alistair Lowe, first and foremost, was dangerous."

no if people died that's on them he did nothing wrong ever

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“Why did you kill her?” she asked.

omg leave him alone

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“I don’t want you to die, Al,” Hendry told him. “I don’t want you all to die trying to save me.”

oh i'm fine. all is perfect. not going insane at all.

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i hate how they're all like you would pick your brother over all of us. i mean... yeah?? as he should??? what the fuck 😭

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"Briony understood suddenly that both of them were only trying to save the people they cared about, in the only ways they knew how."

yeah no shit???

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“She saved herself.”

another win for feminism

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"It didn’t matter if the tournament was breaking or not, if Isobel loved him or not. No one could take Alistair’s brother from him a second time. He would rather die with Hendry than lose him again."

AND HE SHOULDN'T I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DID HIM LIKE THAT

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this is the worst breakup ever </3

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every time gavin is like yes i will go kill alistair now i'm like sure you will baby ofc ♡♡ nevermind you will do the most opposite thing you can but k

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"When the two brothers—the discarded and the broken—returned home, they did so with cursestones in their pockets and wrath in their hearts."

good. fuck them up

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alistair about to murder his whole family

me: you're doing amazing sweetie 🥰💕

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onto book 2

#val reads #aouv #if i put this much effort into my final i'd graduate by now #once again this is for me #all of us villains

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wayvisyummy · 9 months

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Bang chan x reader (f)

Angst

Warnings: fighting, cussing, reader is called clingy, crying.

Story line: Chan had been overworking him self for the past week now, always at practice, not eating how he should and staying up most nights and if he does sleep, it's at the studio. Not at the dorm or at reader's house.

Forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes.

It was Stauday morning. You woke up at 9:30 a.m. you roll over to what you had the past week. An empty half of the bed. Only a blanket and a pillow. No Chan, but you weren't surprised. You were worried though, about Chan. He haven't been staying at your home or at the dorm. He had been sleeping at the studio. You had been bringing him his breakfast lunch and dinner, but you weren't so sure he was eating it all. You knew he was stressed about the comeback coming soon, but that was no reason to be treating himself like he had been lately. Not only did he do that to himself, he neglected you. You guys didn't always get very much time together with him being an idol and all. Now, it had been even worse, no 'good mornings', no cuddles, no 'I love you's' and no 'goodnights'. You missed him. You missed him like hell. So, that led you to where you are now, walking up to his studio room. The other members waiting just right on the other side of the door. "Hey, babe." "Hey". "What are you doing?" "Working." He said not paying you any attention. "Why don't you take a break?" Yoy ask in a soft, low voice, setting the sushi and noodles you made for him for lunch on his desk. "I don't want it." He said in a low harsh tone. "Chan, you really should eat. It's not healthy for you to be going this long without eating." You replied back with your voice laced with concern. "DAMNIT Y/N, WHY CANT YOY EVER JUSY WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF?! WHAT I DO TO MYSELF IS MY PROBLEM! BOT YOURS!" You just stood there in shock. You and Chan had your arguments just like every other couple. But he had never yelled at you like that before. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." You whimpered out, feeling the tears start to well in your eyes. "Yoy can't ever just mind your own damn business. You always have to be with me."your just so clingy. This is part of the reason why I don't stay at your house very often y/n." You felt the tears fall as you thought over his words. Were you really being that clingy? Were you really being overly dramatic? Maybe yoy were. After a few moments of thinking, you just spun on your heels and headed for the door. "Wait, baby. Please don't leave." You just ignored his words and opened the door to find all 7 boys standing in shock. "Okay, uhm. Are you, okayyyyyyy?" Asked Jeongin. "Always." You answered with a weak smile. With that, you walked out of the building and hopped in your car to drive yourself home. Once you got situated in your bed, you put on t.v and began to watch (your favorite show). After about 10 minutes, your phone began to ring. You looked at the collor ID. Only to see HIS name. Channi❤️. You silenced your phone and put your focus back on your T.V.

2 days later

It had been the same thing over and over again. You got to work, come home, shower, eat and lay down to watch T.V all night long. Both nights, Chan had tried to contact you both nights. Until you finally budged.

It was not 7:20. You had on some Grey sweats and a maroon sweater that said 'Stray Kids Fam' on it with some white Nike Airs. Soon you left your house and made your way to the park. It only took you 2 minutes to walk there. When you where just a few feet away from the bench that you and Chan had carved you initials into, you saw a familiar face. It was your boyfriend. Bang Chan. When he saw you his eyes instantly lit up. As for you, they were filled with hurt, pain. As you sat down, you faced Chan and he began to talk. "Y/N, baby. I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said the other day at the studio. I've just been so stressed with everything at work. I've missed you." "I've missed you so much as well, but you hurt me Chan." "I know, and im very very sorry. I know what I said was wrong, I've been thinking about it these past couple of days. You aren't clingy. You aren't overwhelming. Your none of that. Your perfect." I know you meant none of it. It just hurt me that you said it. Even if you meant none of it." As you guys sat in silence, you saw him lean over and place a soft yet heartfelt kiss on your lips. In that moment, you k ew you forgave him. I guess he could read your mind. "Well, to make it up to you, how about we go back to your place and watch some episodes of (your favorite show)? I could stay for a few nights too." You just began to nod frantically. And with that, you and Chan walk down the road hand in hand to go finally spend time.

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