#and imma cry myself to sleep again ;-;

[emilicious0]

okay, so, im finding myself more and more attracted to Valentino. I mean im starting to simp 😵‍💫💀

so i'd love to see some gen sfw (and nsfw if you can but dont have to)

Maybe he started to like one of his workers or something (fem if possible but gn is fine)

He could like, work her with clients less and stuff, less videos, maybe less drugs 💀 anyway imma hop off now 😩

f!reader x valentino sfw and nsfw headcanons

TW: VALENTINO, abusive behavior, mdni

SFW

□ he really thinks he treats all of his workers good, which is kinda true (I strongly headcanon that v's may be a band of psychos, but they appreciate hard work and always offer good salaries)

□ you get a good amount of money and thats the reason you work so good as his assistant

□ he notices the hard work and slowly starts to treat you more like a friend (in his own way, like slapping your butt or whistling whenever you are passing by)

□ that behavior lasts for some time, until he sees you on your day off in a club with some other demon (who was your friend)

□ the two of you seem close and youre hugging each other, which made valentino see red

□ he was ready to jump inside and kill the bitch who dared to touch you, but vox called in asking him to be immeadiatly back in their tower for a meeting

□ after that valentino realises his feelings for you

□ the butt-slapping, cat-calling didnt stop and only became worse

□ he would call you nicknames now, the most used one is "baby"

□ you would get a lot more money than anyone else

□ also loves when you praise him

□ a drama queen, who loves when you take care of him (buying ice cream)

□ would try to trick you into making a deal with him (but he would eventually give up on that idea, since he wants you, to want him too)

□ actually tells you everyday how he loves you, or how beautiful you are, only to yell at you next moment for not loving him back

□ he would come to you drunk crying and you have to take him to bed and tuck him in

□ if you accept his feelings and you become a couple, he immediately fires you

□ becomes your sugar daddy, who asks for every second of your time in return

□ carries you around like a treasure, showing you off to everyone

□ gives you small gifts everyday, and not so small gifts too

□ he is the type to forget about the anniversary, but feel bad about it later

□ despite him being still physically active with his workers and vox, he is romantically absolutely yours

□ he has hard time listening for your problems, but he comforts you wrapping his wings around you and kissing you

□ he has hard times understanding a lot of things about your problems (hard for him to be there for you), but he tries to do it in his own way (physical affection)

□ valentino has his episodes when he bursts and shouts at you and everything, apologizing afterwards, but they will happen again

□ kinda enjoys scaring you, but with you it's never about physical abuse, more like teasing

□ sleeps more calmly next to you

□ doesn't allow you to leave him (it will crash him in every possible way if you do, resulting him to become obsessive and start stalking you)

NSFW

□ has any possible kink in existence

□ inpatient, rough

□ loves edging, into degrading (loves to degrade and wants to degrade you)

□ public sex is his favorite one (as well as group one)

□ roleplays with you a lot of his crazy scenarios

□ makes you watch him fuck with others (doesn't let you do the same)

□ but your sessions with him are super private bc they are different

□ switch (hard dom/top, soft sub/bottom)

□ loves seeing you on your knees for him

□ seeing you cry is his favorite turn on

□ threesome with vox✌️

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

LOVE- CHAPTER 3

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she's pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

Janelle is played by Justine Skye

Hopefully this is only 2 chapters but you know me lol it might be more.

Sequel to All I Need Is You: Read Here

Part 1 Part 2

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After most  of the guests had left, Janelle and her father sat outside near the bonfire. Janelle couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face, she was so excited that her father was there with her. 

“I’m so proud of you Nelly, you have a good thing going here.” Her father said, breaking her out of her thoughts. 

“Thank you daddy.” 

“And that Josh. he loves you alot.” She smiled and looked over to where Josh and Xavier were trying to catch lighting bugs with Jon’s two kids. “He was persistent in trying to find me. “ He sighed and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry ‘bout everything Janelle. I wasn’t the best dad to you and your brothers but I promise imma do my best to be the best grandfather.” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice not waver. “Josh already set me up with a rehab close by.  I want to be the best version of myself for my grandson.” 

Janelle couldn’t stop herself from crying. This was all she wanted, her daddy clean from drugs and in her life. 

Josh looked over to where Janelle and her father were sitting and smiled to himself. He would do whatever to make her happy. 

“You really love her huh?” He looked over at his mom and nodded his head. “Good,” She said and pulled him into a hug. “I’m so happy for you Joshua, after everything that you’ve been through with Ximena.” She paused and cupped his cheek with her hand. “I’m happy you found love again.” 

 Josh hugged his mother tightly. Ximena had put him and his family through hell, from getting him arrested on false charges and then hiding Xavier until didn’t feel like being a mother anymore. He was happy that she found Janelle and that she accepted him and all his flaws. 

Janelle placed a kiss on Xavier’s head and left out of his room. She had just put him to bed for the night. 

“Y’all good?” Josh asked once she came into their room and she nodded. He was standing by their closet, getting hsi clothes for the week ready, he was heading back on the road tomorrow. 

“Yeah, he just wanted to feel the baby move before he went to sleep.” She said with a chuckle as she started to get ready for bed. Once she was finished she walked over and wrapped her arms around him the best she could, mindful of her growing belly. 

“Ya’ dad make it to the rehab okay?” He asked and she nodded. 

“Yeah he texted me after Jon and Trin dropped him off. Thank you for doing that Joshua.”  She said as she got on her tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“It’s no problem Nelle. I know you wanted ya’ dad around for the baby.” 

“Yeah, but to pay for his whole rehab treatment. You didn’t have to do that.”  He stopped packing and turned around to face her. 

“I wanted to. Me and him talked about him wanting to be clean for you and for our baby. He said he wanted this and I wanted to help.” He pressed his forehead against hers and whispered.  “I just want you to be happy Nelle.” 

“I am happy Josh. You and Xavier make me happy.” 

“Yeah?” He asked and she nodded.  “Good.” He said before placing a kiss on her lips. 

Josh had been gone for about three days now. Janelle and Xaiver were up late - way past Xavier’s bedtime- they were waiting for Josh’s daily facetime call. Monday Night Raw had just gone off the air and Josh had let her know that he had a dark match afterwards she had told Xavier this but he insisted that he stay up so that he could talk to his dad. 

She looked down at Xavier when he shifted positions, his head was now resting on her belly. 

“Nelly?” he called out to her softly. 

“You okay X?” She asked and he nodded. 

“Can I asks a question?” He asked still talking lowly

“Yeah bud you can ask me anything.” She said, He didn’t say anything for a while. “Xavier, what's wrong?” She asked, moving him so he was sitting up and facing her. 

“When the baby gets here it’s gonna call you mommy?” He asked and she chuckled. 

“Well, not right away.” She said, smiling at his confused face. “The baby will have to learn how to talk first and then he’s gonna call me mommy.” 

“Okay. What about me?” He asked, staring into her eyes. 

“What do you mean?” 

“How comes the baby gets to call you mommy. You're my mommy too, right?” Janelles was speechless. She kept opening and closing her mouth. She let out a sigh of relief when her phone started to ring. 

“Oh look. It's your dad.” She said clearing her throat before answering the facetime call. 

“My bad y’all” He said as soon as the call connected. “My phone died. I had to charge it.” 

Janelle had opened her mouth to respond but Xavier beat her. “Dad, how comes the baby gets to call Nelly mom and I don’t? She’s my mom too, right?” Josh was just as speechless as Janelle now. He knew that this conversation was coming, he just wasn’t prepared for it. 

“Um, I- um.” He stuttered out. He looked at Janelle and she nodded her head slightly. “Xavi, you know Janelle’s not your biological mom right?” When Xavier nodded, Josh continued. “But she loves you a whole lot.” Xavier looked at Janelle who nodded in agreement. 

“But why can’t I call her mom?” He asked. Xavier was getting upset. It wasn’t fair that the baby could call her mom when he was there first. He should be able to call her mom. 

Janelle propped the phone on the coffee table in front of them and turned to Xavier. 

“You can call me whatever you want Xavier. You can call me mom if you want to.” She said getting choked up towards the end of her conversation. 

“Okay I want to call you mommy.” Janelle let out a choked sob and pulled Xavier into a tight hug. 

“Damn man, yall got me over here crying and shit.” Josh said causing Janelle to laugh. 

“Swear word daddy.” 

They talked to Josh until he reached his hotel room. After saying goodnight to him, Janelle got Xavier ready for bed. After tucking him in she placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“Goodnight Xavi.”  He gave her a sleep smile and blew her kiss. 

“Goodnight mommy.” 

Thank you all for reading,

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[nalgenewhore]

so sick of myself

elide x lorcan, modern au/estbalished relationship + they r still smitten kittens + jealousy/fight, word count: 2514

The atmosphere inside the car is suffocating. 

He could say something to cut the tension, he should say something to put her out of her misery, but he won’t. 

Elide’s squeezing her hands over and over, and he can feel the weight of her stare on him the way he felt it the whole drive home. He won’t look at her. He can’t right now.

Lorcan slowly pulls his keys out of the ignition. Then, he just looks out his windshield at nothing. 

“Lor…”

“What?”

Elide closes her mouth, almost deflating.

He can barely stand this. To sit beside her right now makes his skin crawl, and his mind keeps wrapping around their last fight, the blowup they had after Aelin accidentally disclosed what really happened to Elide during that one shift. That ended with her telling him to get the fuck away from her and not call her till she was ready. 

And he knows he deserved that, deserved the days spent in self-inflicted agony.

What he’s doing right now isn’t revenge. Lorcan wants to tell her it isn’t to hurt her, but he can’t bring himself to even look at her. He doesn’t really trust himself to speak either. There’s a nagging feeling that he could say something really fucked up, that would cut into her bones, and he can’t do that, hurt her on purpose.

So, he stays silent.

Elide stares at his profile. 

She finds her tongue again by unsticking it from the roof of her mouth. “Should I go home?”

“-fuck you sayin?” His voice is flat and still manages to cut her. He still hasn’t looked at her, not once since they left the party.

“Do you want me to go home? I’ll call a cab.”

Lorcan sighs through his nose, his full lips pressed thin. “Stop.” He rubs his eyes. “Obliviously fuckin not, why’re you askin dumbass shit?”

She sinks back into the passenger seat. “It’s a valid question.”

“And what you think the answer was gonna be?” He mumbles, toneless. His hand falls from his face.

“You won’t even look at me.”

“‘lide, I want you with me, always. I just…” he shakes his head, “can’t really look at you right now, bro.”

Elide fiddles with the hem of her skirt. Now, her eyes have dropped to her lap, and she finds she can’t look at him either. “I really wasn’t-“

He cuts her off with a little huff. “Nah, you know I don’t wanna hear it.”

Silence stretches between them; it’s so heavy as it bores onto her shoulders, and she strains under its weight.

“What do you want me to do?”

From somewhere, either on his person or in his car, Lorcan procures a thick blunt and wedges it between his lips. “Take my bed an’ get some sleep.” He thinks about telling her that he wants to fuck the anger out, or at least wants her mouth on him, but she’ll let him. At that point, he’d be using her and that doesn’t sit well with him. “I’ll come when I’m good.”

The words clog in her throat, too many wanting to escape all at once like it wasn’t a big deal, you misread the situation, stay with me even if you’re not good, get angry - yell at me, use me, do whatever you want. “You won’t come with me now?”

“Nah, I just, like,” he says, “rather not do that.”

She swallows.

Lorcan gets out of his side, like the absence of her response ratchets the tension just that much more to where he can’t stand her proximity. The car shakes when he slams the door shut, and Elide flinches even though he always closes his door that way. She carefully dries her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan. 

When he opens her door, she tries to make it seem like she isn’t crying, but he still sees the traces of it. “Lee, c’mon, Imma get you some clothes and-”

“No, I’m fine,” she lies, shaking her head with a wet, phlegmy laugh. “It’s fine.” Elide stands up and sidles past him. “Um, don’t worry about it, I’ll get settled and everything.”

He looks at her solemnly before letting her go. As he settles against his beater, bringing a lighter to his blunt, she forces herself to walk into his house without looking back.

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Tonight, his bed feels cold and stiff. The whole house does. 

She’s choking on the wrongness of it all.

And, deeply, she’s confused.

Because Elide doesn’t know what to do when he’s mad at her. He never really shows that. It’s never gotten to the point where he explicitly does not want to be around her. 

She feels untethered, like she’s floating in a great big sea.

She thought she could psych herself into thinking it was just like any other night. That he’d come to her when he finished smoking.

But she already heard him come inside two hours ago. The walls shook (she imagined) when he let himself in. His presence, never mind it was past a shut door and down the hall, sucked all her oxygen up.

So, Elide rolls onto her side, and she can’t shake the feeling that she doesn’t belong here without him, staring at his spot.

Her phone lies on the mattress by his pillow, and she snatches it closer, blinking at the bright screen.

Once she works up the nerve to text him, she doesn’t hesitate to press send, then quickly toss her phone down.

EL: Are you still awake?

There’s a buzz half a minute later (she counted the seconds).

LS: why u still up

EL: You’re not here, I can’t sleep

Her breathing slows like her lungs are being squeezed by the hand of his avoidance. Elide watches the little read notification pop up but no further acknowledgement. It weirdly crushes her, makes her sink into the mattress.

There was a small relief when he told her he didn’t want her going home. By now, that spark of warmth has faded. She might beg him to join her.

LS: try ill come in later

EL: I don’t want to wait. Be “not good” with me.

LS: alr told u i can’t

LS: do u need sum

EL: You

LS: b serious lee if u dnt need sum lemme b

EL: Then I guess nothing.

She turns onto her back as pits of tears grow and well in her throat.

Elide feels like a kicked puppy, so needy and wanting for his attention. She’s never felt like this before. She hates knowing it’s her own doing.

EL: I love you.

EL: I want you to sleep with me even if you’re not good.

EL: We don’t have to talk.

She waits for his reply, knows that he’s still up from the muffled sound of the television.

When it doesn’t come, a childish kind of anger bursts in her stomach.

“Fucking asshole,” she speaks aloud to herself when the read receipt pops up.

Elide curls back into a ball and banishes her phone to his side.

She hears her phone vibrate a few minutes later, and she’s quick to grab it, the bright screen making her squint.

It takes a couple blinks for her to be able to read the messages.

LS: yo u kno the doors thin

LS: was brushing my teeth

LS: if ur talking abt me say it to my face

Her stomach drops like a stone but her pulse jumps with anger.

EL: Thought you didn’t want to talk.

LS: that was before i heard u

LS: come here bro

He does this thing when he’s annoyed where he’ll call her ‘bro’ to create emotional distance between them.

EL: Why?

In the hallway, she hears him groaning in annoyance.

LS: get out here

LS: obvi u wanna talk

EL: And if I don’t?

LS: r u fr

LS: then dont im not forcing u

LS: r u trying to piss me off??

Elide doesn’t answer. A minute passes, and his footsteps fade into the living room.

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The couch is too small for him even when he’s on his side. He turns onto his back, guilt eating him up for ignoring her messages before.

LS: sweet dreams

LS: baby

LS: i love you

He waits for her to see them, his chest twisted until she answers. The bubble in his gut stays inflated the longer he waits, and Lorcan knows soon enough that she’s probably asleep, or at the very least, she’s leaving him alone like he wanted. Yet, that feeling of being ignored that he hates so deeply remains.

When he gets up, he can’t say whether he’s going to her out of his desires or hers. Lorcan scrubs his eyes as he walks to his room, floorboards creaking beneath his feet.

He can tell she isn’t asleep the moment he steps inside his room. 

Lorcan crosses the room and sees her phone laying down on the nightstand. He picks it up, just to see if she saw his text, only to sigh as he puts it back. She hasn’t.

“Gimme some room, ‘lide,” he says softly, tapping her back.

She moves without a word.

As he lies down, he’s cautious of her unbidden hair. 

It’s familiar, the slide of his arm around her waist, the way it feels to pull her back into him. 

Lorcan can feel the tension in her body like she wants more but fears his denial.

Which will never come, because it hurts too much to deny her.

She eases when he presses his mouth to her bare shoulder. “Baby, turn over.”

Elide slowly turns to face him. Even in the dark, he can see how her eyes worriedly search him. 

They lay in that timid silence for a while. He traces each notch of her spine with his knuckles, coaxing her closer. 

It feels like salt on an open wound, lemon juice dripping over split knuckles.

She nuzzles her face into his neck, and something about that graze of her lips over his skin unleashes them.

“I always thought you’d be the jealous type.”

Lorcan holds her tighter, his arms locked across her back. “‘m sorry. Not tryna be a dick.”

“I know.”

“Did I make you cry?” His thumb is on her cheek as if to check for wet rawness. It’s still hard to look at her.

“Not really.” Elide slides her hand around his, turning her chin to kiss the base of his palm. She pulls back to look at him. “I know you’re not good, but I still want you here. It’s selfish-”

“Nah, s’not, never selfish.” Lorcan sighs deeply, feels guilty. He slides his fingers down her neck. He finds it easier to focus on the gooseflesh that erupts in the wake of his touch. “Can’t even stay mad when all I wanna do is be ‘round you.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to sort through her words. “I never know what to do when you’re mad. You just shut me out.”

“I know.” He hates being angry around her. Anger makes him unbearable, he thinks. It always has. “I- don’t wanna be mean to you or say some fucked up shit. You never make me, like, for real mad. I just didn’t know how to act around you.”

Elide twists her fingers in his shirt. “I wasn’t- nothing happened. It was a misunderstanding.”

His jaw clenches. “s’not bout that.” He should be calm, he should tell her he believes her (since he does). Yet he’s not done being pissed at her, he wants her to take some of his anger even if that isn’t nice or fair. “Lee, you didn’t say shit to her.”

“I didn’t even realise she was saying something in that way, I could barely hear her.”

“Like I get that, but it’s still some girl in your space and touching on you, and you just lettin her be there? How’s that supposed to look to me?”

“That’s why I was pushing her back, she grabbed my hand and, like, held it on her. I didn’t want that.”

Lorcan chews on his lip. He’s not sure he has the heart to really go in on this conversation. 

“I wasn’t going to kiss her, Lor.”

“I… yeah.”

Elide lets out a breathy, anxious laugh. “Like, I wouldn’t ever do that to you, you get that, right?”

“I feel you.” He brushes his mouth over her forehead. “Just looked bad.”

Silence, unresolved, settles over them like a storm cloud waiting to break. 

Lorcan slides his hands beneath her (his) t-shirt as he weighs his next words. “What fucked me up is that you- I had to tell her you got someone. Felt like… you didn’t want her knowing that?”

Elide shakes her head. “I don’t want anyone who isn’t you. Everyone that matters knows that.”

He closes his mouth and lets the quiet of nothing creep back in for a second.

“Uh-huh.”

“Why are you worried? Have I done something to make you this worried?”

He can’t answer her immediately. 

“I’m so in love with you,” he eventually says. “s’not anything you done or whatever, I’m scared bout how easily you could hurt me.”

It makes her heart sink a bit. “I wouldn’t ever want to.”

“I know. I know that, Lee.” Lorcan breathes in deeply and finds it a little easier to speak. “You got me thinkin bout my future and, like, real shit. ‘m not used to that.”

Elide’s almost scared to ask. “Am I in your future?”

He gives her a look that’s slightly irritated like she should know better than to ask that. “You are it.”

The declaration, as soft as it’s spoken, makes her surge forward and kiss him. A second later, Elide realises it’s probably not what he wants right now. She backs away; Lorcan’s hand slopes around her nape and holds her to him. He kisses her back slowly like he wants to savour her. 

She leans into his body, letting her lips part when he licks over the seam of her mouth. Elide wants to feel him fully, to fuse them together so she never has to feel so untethered again, though she knows that’s probably not the most healthy thing to think. “I love you,” she whispers. “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.” Her hand wraps in his t-shirt. “I want you forever.”

“You got me forever,” he promises.

Elide swears it back to him. He nods – he believes her. Just like that, the tension in her chest unhooks, and she can breathe, she can feel her heart pumping again, her mind calms.

He’s not in the mood to push past the kisses that act like a lifeline between them. So, Lorcan settles against her, and the draped weight of him over her becomes this shroud of exhaustion - she’s so tired suddenly with her eyes begging to be shut.

She thinks, briefly, fleetingly, the moment that his breaths even out, that lying against one another is what they’re meant to do.

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an: another installation of my new mini series thing! next i hope to either finish their first meeting OR first kiss we shall see <3 here is part one

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[leclerced]

And yk what imma indulge myself with fantasies of Lando taking care of me cause what else am I supposed to do? (I’d say go crazy but I already did that lmao)

Tbh I believe he’d be shit at taking care of someone. When his girl is so sick everything hurts and she has to take tons of medication and it’s still bad he’d want to crawl into bed beside her and cry with her. But ofc it wouldn’t do so she tells him what to do at first and then when she goes to sleep he calls his mum and asks about everything. Maybe if the relationship was on that level he’d call her mum too because there’s no such thing as too much advice for this man. And then it would go something like this. He’d try making her soup but he fucks it up so he orders it. He makes tons of tea cause his girl loves tea and probably spills half of them while carrying them but she’s grateful nonetheless. If she needs warm compresses he’d burn himself while preparing them but still hold them for her. Generally he’s trying his best and is the happiest man alive when his girlie is finally healthy again because he’s an awful carer

this is so accurate.

he would soo call their moms !! her mom gives him the recipe for the soup she always makes and tells him all the things she used to do when she would get sick. he overcooks the noodles in the soup and deems it inedible so he orders what he hopes is a reasonable substitute to her mom’s soup. he’s just in a rush to bring her the tea every time and somehow spills half of it, splashing it over the edge and all over his hand and the floor. probably slips on the spilled tea bc he forgets about it and gf hears the crash and is so worried she gets out of bed. lando feels so bad ab bc now she’s kissing the bruises forming from his fall and he’s supposed to be taking care of her!!

but he also sets timers for all the meds she has to take, keeps track of which she’s supposed to eat with and ensures she has something to eat, whether he cooks it or orders, keeps all her fav teas and honeys stocked up, along with juices and sprite in case she wants something cold. he’d try and a point feed her at least once. runs her a bath every night even if she doesn’t ask, helps her get in and out, washes her hair and body for her. he lowkey loves taking care of her bc normally she’s like “no i can do that myself.” so there’s a few things he gets to do for her that he usually doesn’t and he loves that, hates that its only bc she’s sick.

#ask #lifeboredme #ln4

[itsmebytch001]

What if Y/n gets jumped by someone and Aaron being a boxer was like "Imma teach you how to fight" ?????

After having had been beaten to a pulp, bloody nose and black eye late one night you had finally made it home, opening the front door hoping to quietly slip off into your room where you could clean yourself off you flicked on the light to reveal your Dad Aaron already waiting for you sitting quietly on the sofa, how ominous, you turn your head away as to not face him.

Arron: "Care to tell me where you've been?"

Y/n: "Out"

Aaron: "No Y/n, where have you been? If you wanna be running round with your girlfriends you gotta call me and tell me first"

Y/n: "I wasn't out with anyone, I was just out" You began to speed walk to your room.

Aaron: "Y/n" He said sternly only for you to completley ignore him and rush off.

Aaron: "Y/n don't ignore me" He stood following you down the hall. As you slinked back into your room slamming the door behind you and locking it you knew that would upset him, but all you wanted was to wash your face, maybe get an ice pack and go to sleep.

Aaron stood behind the door shocked that you had just slammed it in his face, and locked it?! He turned to nob again and again and began to bang on the door.

Aaron: "Don't you be locking my doors! Y/n open this damm door!"

Y/n: "Pa it's late I just want to go to bed"

Aaron: "Open this damm door before I kick it down"

Y/n: "Go on then"

Aaron: "Are you serious right now? You know I will!" And he probably would.

Aaron: "Y/N!" He banged on it again with a closed fist, and only because you reaallyy wanted to keep your door, you unlocked it and revelaed your bruised and sore face to him.

Aaron: "Y/- oh...What the hell happened to your face?!" He reached a hand out to you only for you to lightly push it away as you brushed past him hoping to get to the freezer.

Y/n: "I don't want to talk about it"

Aaron: "I don't care, what happened?" He pulled you back towards him by your shoulder.

Y/n: "...I got beat on"

Aaron: "By some girls?"

Y/n: "No actually it was two guys-"

Aaron: "By TWO GUYS?"

Y/n: "Yeah is that not what I said?"

Aaron: "Did you see their faces?"

Y/n: "No, they were fast I didn't have time to react"

Aaron: "Did you fright back?"

Y/n: "Not really, more just layed on the floor and cry"

Aaron: "Why didn't fight back?!"

Y/n: "Because it was two MEN if I fought back-"

Aaron: "No excuses, You can't just let yourself be beaten up"

Y/n: "I did not LET myself be beaten up I was ATTACKED"

Aaron: "And you just what, layed down and took it?"

Y/n: "Pa, I don't even know how to throw a proper punch!"

Aaron: "And why's that?!"

Y/n: "BECAUSE YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME!"

...

Aaron: "Oh...right"

How humiliating, Aaron Davis a once well known and respected boxer, and formally the Prolwer's daughter was unable to throw a proper punch, sure Aaron had awlays had it in the back of his head, but he never got round to it.

Until The Next week, you and your Dad stood in the living room having had the couch moved out the way to create a clear space, he had put boxing gloves on you and he did the same.

Aaron: "Hit me"

Y/n: "Pa I really don't-!" He punched you...your Dad had just punched you...in the face?! Of course it didn't massively hurt but it still caught you off guard.

Aaron: "Come on now hit me" You gave a weak, slightly pathetic tap to his chest.

Aaron: "...Are you serious?"

He was slighly humiliated for himself that his own blood could be so unable and unprepared for a attack, so in the mean time before he had the time to teach you how at the very least, throw a punch he brought you some self defense things, a taser and some very strong pepper spray.

Aaron: "Ay don't tell Uncle Jeff about these M'kay?"

Y/n: "Why?"

Aaron: "I'm not entirely sure it's legal"

Y/n: "Your giving me these and you don't even know if it's legal for me to use them?"

Aaron: "Make sure you're home by 6pm M'kay?"

Y/n: "6pm? What am I grounded now? Pa I am 17 tha-"

Aaron: "You're not grounded, I just want you home early so we can get some practice in"

Y/n: "Whhhhy are you doing this to meee?" You groaned out/

Aaron: "You said it yourself, Can't be having you out on the streets if you can't defend your self!"

SEND ME MOOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEEE Plz I enjoy writing these sm!

#aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #yandere spiderverse #dad aaron davis #platonic yandere #yandere morales family #rio morales x reader #aaron davis #jeff morales #jefferson davis

[auughsoundeffect]

So I just went through something and imma just write something for myself. You’re welcome to read, just Modern Sanemi Shinazugawa comfort.

DISCLAIMER: it might be triggering for those who have had past traumatizing relationships. Making this one shot into a trauma dump basically lol. Also it might be a bit ooc, I’m tired and in need of hella comfort.

I put my phone down in front of me, my heart was pounding in my throat. I felt like I could throw up.

I’d reach out to friends, Sanemi was out with his friends and I didn’t want to bother him with my shitty feelings. Yet no one was awake or available, so it was just me, alone in my apartment complex.

My ex’s name haunted me, my stomach would always churn when I saw it on my screen. I was put through so much and those eight months of giving him another chance were straight up hell.

I wasn’t aware how much it would affect me until after it was truly over. I truly thought I was able to handle it; that it was fine when it really wasn’t. I was so blindsided by all the comfort I felt, with him being my first everything.

After having no contact and moving on and burying that past deep inside of me, the anxiety and the uncertainty, how drained I felt being with him had left me with issues I only wanted to ignore.

I was over him but the past haunts me, possesses me, it terrifies me. I can only mourn that part of myself I gave away so easily for someone I would’ve done anything for, only for them to beat me to the curb as thanks.

Now I was lying in my bed. Stressed and overwhelmed. With my phone a few inches away from me, it was late and the city went to sleep.

‘Please we need to talk’

‘Hell no’

‘Just please listen’

‘I told you no’

Even brief text messages combined with his stupid face on his profile picture and his name, they were all triggering.

I reached out for my phone again, checking if any of my friends were awake but to no avail. I texted them anyways, my hands were shaking, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I broke into nervous laughter, while pleading under my breath for someone, just someone to respond.

My laughter turned into sobs, I felt scared, I felt like I regressed into how I was as a kid. Desperate for a source of safety, comfort, someone’s voice to speak to me, to calm me down. I never felt more alone in moments like these.

Through violent sobs I looked through my contacts and Sanemi was there. I was eyeing it for a bit but moved on and then came back to it a few minutes later.

My thumb was quivering above the phone screen. Would it be okay to call? To ask if he can come over? Would that be selfish of me? My thumb was still hovering above the call button, I didn’t have to press before it processed it and now dialing his phone. He picked up very quick.

“Hello?” His voice alone already put me at so much ease.

My breathing was heavy, trying to control my crying.

“Can you please come over..?” I squeaked out trying to suppress the sobs stuck in my throat.

He didn’t even answer, I could hear him on the other end saying goodbye to his friends, the door to the bar would creak.

“Stay on call with me baby, alright?” He said, his tone was serious and drenched in concern, he could tell something wasn’t right.

I heard him get in his car, slamming his door shut and turning the vehicle on. He would talk to me about irrelevant things to keep me distracted from whatever was on my mind.

Soon enough I heard the front door to my apartment unlock and he stormed in, and I just broke down upon seeing him, my arms reaching out for him.

His expression had nothing but worry written on it, as he went over to me to hug me. He put his big rough hand on the back of my head to press me into his shoulder. He didn’t say a word.

He pulled back from the hug to take his shoes off and sat on my bed, he pulled me onto his lap and cradled me like a child.

“Your mascaras running down your face, pet. What’s the matter?” He asked as he wiped the tears from my cheek.

His expression was so soft, I could smell the outside air and smoke on his dark green varsity jacket and the faintest smell of his sweet cologne that smelled like a burning wood and marshmallows. His spiky white hair covering his face when he looked down at me. I took all of him in.

“I don’t know.. I just got reminded of something and it freaked me the fuck out.” I tried to laugh it off, but not a muscle on this man’s face moved. He pinched my cheek lightly, “c’mon, tell me.”

I didn’t want to bug Sanemi with my past relationship because what’s in the past shouldn’t affect my present relationship. I averted my gaze and started to tear up again.

“He reached out to me again. I guess all the bad memories and feelings from the past came back again and it scared me. I forgot how intense they were.” I explained, I looked anywhere but at Sanemi until he pulled me in tighter.

“I understand that, who wouldn’t be traumatized by that?” He asked, despite Sanemis rough exterior and the first impression you get of him, he has never degraded or downplayed me or my emotions.

When him and I first met he had a very black and white way of looking at things, but after time progressed he found himself understanding that nothing is actually that way. Nothing can be sorted into a good or bad box, there are layers and reasons to everything.

“I swear to god, I would’ve lost my mind if I went through what you did. It’s beyond me how you keep smiling and keep believing in the good in people.” He reassured me with a smile on his face, he wiped the last tears away from my face and tried to remove the crust and fallout from my mascara.

I without thinking I hugged his chest, I never thought that I would be this lucky to have found someone who values me like I value him. I felt him hugging me back.

“I’m so fucking glad you called. I needed an excuse to leave so bad.” I laughed and looked up at him, he was looking at me with a smile on his lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve been there, for you no matter what. I just wanted to leave so bad.”

He kissed my forehead and then lightly tugged at the bottom of my sweater. Signaling me to let him take it off for me.

“Let’s get you to bed princess.”

#sanemi x reader #Sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #Sanemi Shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer #modern AU demon slayer #modern! Sanemi x reader #modern Sanemi x reader #oneshot #Spotify

[queenie-blackthorn]

in honor of world mental health day heres my story below the cut :)

kinda hard to talk abt this cause its somewhat triggering and ik theres gonna be ppl who think im just an emo 15 y/o, but i swear im not tryna be dramatic. im tryna make peace with my past, and also show others that despite everything, you can make it.

also, im tryna show that healing isnt all sunshine and daises. theres the good, the bad, and the ugly. you can and will survive it all

tw: sewerslide attempt, abusive parents, self harm, violence ig ?

ive died two times in my life so far.

the first time, it was my parents who killed me. december 31st, 2020, ~1.15am. i remember dragging across the hallway in my house, a throbbing sensation in my thigh, the mark already turning purple. i walked past my younger sisters' room, where my cousin was sleeping over with them, and i remember climbing into bed, hugging my pillow, crying against the pillow. that night, it was my innocence that died. my childhood happiness, per se. i remember swearing to myself in those final moments before darkness that id never forget that day. december 31st, 2020, ~1.15am.

the time between my two deaths was filled with barely anything other than self loathing. i remember trying to set goals for myself, reasons to live. i tried out new hobbies. i was never able to meet those goals, and all the hobbies bored me.

i met some of the best people ever during that time. i also met some of the worst. i might sound dramatic, cause im young and impressionable, but the people i met during that time genuinely shaped who i am. i dont wanna act like im an old soul or anything, cause im sure that in a few years imma look back and think, "shit, i was really immature." but i matured faster than others my age. i found myself faster, found things i liked, found love, found out i hated being in love.

and then i died again.

this was a recent death. june 22, 2023. my mental health had been deteriorating for months prior – i still have scars on my arms.

it was a slower death compared to the last one. i started dying at around 4.00pm. it went on for an hour before the pain became unbearable and i confessed to my parents. i didnt want to go to the hospital, i was scared of what theyd do. i threw up seven times before giving in at about 8.00pm. they took me to the hospital. i was told told me i was lucky to be alive, that my liver was still functional. i didnt feel lucky. i felt like death wouldve been less painful. my head was spinning

i died in that hospital bed, at ~9.40pm, with my eyes wide open, my mom sitting near me. my thoughts at the time were along the lines of this:

im quite literally a child in the eyes of the world. ive done nothing. i have a psychology exam tomorrow. i have a book im halfway done writing, and a new story thats been brewing in my head for months. but if i die now, ill never get to finish any of that. ill never succeed. ill never be able to spit in the faces of the girls who bullied me, of the teachers who doubted me. why would i do this to myself? why would i rob myself of that chance?

so i died. but not the same way as last time. this time, it was the poisonous me that died, the me that whispered in my ear that my life would amount to nothing, that everyone else had it better, that you either succeed or you dont.

and when i died the second time, something happened that didnt happen the first time.

i was reborn.

at the time of me writing this, its been less than four months since my rebirth. in those four months:

i decided to change the world somehow. not necessarily by finding the cure to cancer or anything, id be satisfied if it was just a cute lil video i made going viral. as long as theres someone out there who i changed

i finished about six chapters of my book

i began writing the story that had been brewing in my head

i started lifting weights to make myself feel better abt how i looked

i got closer to god. stopped missing prayer

i moved schools, leaving behind both bullies and friends

i started focusing on my studies

i tried to fix my relationships with my parents and my siblings

dont get me wrong. none of these are completed. im still an extreme case of nobody-ness. i havent finished writing either of my stories. i still skip out on working out a lot i still only do the bare minimum in terms of religion. im still struggling to catch up in school to make up for my three years of burnout. my relationship with my family is still kinda weird

and i still feel like im dying sometimes. its not like i changed overnight and all those suicidal thoughts and feelings of drowning just disappeared when the sunrays came up. theres still a lot of issues in my life.

but i have faith in myself. in my ability to change the things that can be changed. in creating happiness where theres room for it to be made.

and if finding happiness a losing battle?

well, ill fight like its the fucking boudican revolt.

#mental health day #world mental health day #october 10 #tw sewerslide attempt #tw mentions of death #tw mentions of self harm #tw self destructive behavior #road to recovery

[weavingdelusions]

In a Week

Gale x GN!tav fanfic :)

Includes: Angst (they both die), Marriage, other companions (referenced)

imma be honest i wrote this instead of sleeping, so no beta read we die like Gale-

i never write fanfic so i am very sorry if it reads weird LMAO

oh yea and this is a Hozier lyrics omg i love hozier so much, Gale is so hozier coded :,v

Short Summary:

Gale uses the orb and Tav insists on dying with him-

that's literally it.

~~~

Gale tried to push Tav away, tried to save them from inevitable death.

Yet Tav insisted, insisted of not leaving Gale when the explosion happens, they wanted to be with Gale even in his final moments.

on one hand it flattered Gale, made his heart feel full and warm that Tav deeply cared.. cared so much they were ready to die with Gale.

"why.. Tav you have your whole life to enjoy, free of tadpoles and the absolute"

he questioned one night, possibly their last night together.. well, their last night together before they enter the land of the dead hand in hand.

They promised themselves to get married one day, when they are free of the Tadpoles and when the hectics were over.

Tav was so excited to meet Gales mother, to meet Tara and to walk the streets of Waterdeep proudly holding their lovers hand.

Gale suggested a beautiful pair of rings, describing it like he had put thought into it.

"it would be two golden rings, purple swirls would delicately decorate it and a glistening dark purple, almost wine red gem would be embedded into the ring. Our names engraved in each others ring"

Tav repeated those words to themselves almost every night, the image of a small wedding in nature, friends and family all enjoying each others company on a day of love and devotion.

"because I could never allow myself to love again, knowing my true love is blown to ashes"

Tav sighed, leaning their head on Gales shoulder as they both watched the campfire crackle quietly, as if it was trying to soothe them.

"I couldn't live with myself knowing you're gone."

Gale sighed.. there was no getting through to Tav and convincing them to live and in some way, it made Gale feel a little save.

~~~

They had let the moment rest, told no one around camp and tried enjoying their last days or weeks alive.

It was never anything fancy, visiting whatever was left of the shadowcursed lands and reading long into the night under a single oil lamp in Gales tent, cuddled in each others arms and each had a book in their hands.

Then it was time, the heart of the absolute infront of the team and everyone knew.

They all knew what was going to happen.

And without a word spoken, they all hugged, sighing deeply and everyone was holding back tears, even Lae'zel and Astarion couldn't hold the threshold anymore.

Gales hand moved precisely, magic swirling around the others and just like it was planned, everyone was send far away, further than waterdeep, further than faerun, further than any population.. in safety.

everyone, except Tav.

~~~

Tav walked over to Gale and despite the situation there was a soft, reassuring smile on their face.

"I thought we would have a few more days.."

Tav said in a solemn voice, taking Gales hands in theirs.

I've never known peace,

like the damp grass that yields to me

Gale tried so hard not to cry, but despite all efforts he had to blink away a tear or two, looking at his lovers face he felt like the world stopped. It had always been like that, Gale felt completely devoted to Tav, so in love he could simply watch Tav for hours.

"I know this may be a bad moment, but.."

Tav sighed, letting go of one of Gales hand to grab something from his pockets, a small sound of jewellery jiggling followed.

"Gale, my love. Even if death is one breath away, would you marry me?"

I've never known hunger,

like these insects that feast on me.

Tav's gaze and words were flooded with love and sincerity, in their hands, two golden rings.

two golden rings, a pinkish purple swirl decorated the rim and a wine red-ish purple gem sat on top.

Gale could only whisper a weak "yes" with a nod, he feared that if he spoke any more his voice would break and cause this beautiful moment to end early.

Tav smiled, tears welling up in their eyes and they slid the ring onto Gales finger, Gale imitating the gesture on Tav's hand gently.

A thousand teeth.

And yours among them, I know

our hungers appeased.

Our heartbeats becoming slow.

"we're Husbands now"

Gale chuckled through quiet sobs and intertwined their fingers, sharing a soft kiss before placing their foreheads together.

They knew it was time, they wouldn't have much longer.

Standing beside each other they looked ahead, hands still locked tightly together.

Soft "I love you"'s were exchanged, soft glances and caresses and a few little kisses before Tav sighed.

Brushing a hand through Gales hair and releasing the man-bun he wore, letting the others hair fall ever so softly, the deep brown and grey stands encapsulating Gales features so beautifully.

We lay here, for years or for hours.

Thrown here or found,

to freeze or to thaw.

If the moment wasn't so dire they would've laughed, mainly at how cheesy and lovey dovey they acted combined with the groups chuckle.

Which was missing, it was quiet except the ambient noises of the heart of the absolute.

They fell into each others arm and closed their eyes.. and it was over.

So long, we'd become the flowers.

Two corpses we were,

two corpses I saw.

It didn't hurt and for a split second that in the moment felt like a lifetime they remembered their time, their love and their friends.

remembered all the trials and errors, finding magical artefacts and helping whoever came across their path of their own saving.

When the weather gets got.

After the insects have made their claim.

Happy memories, Sad memories, Angry and every possible emotion they endured and worked through. it was all gone, all quiet.

They expected to be cold, but in their embrace all they felt in their last breath was love.

They didn't care if their bones survived, if their rings survived..

This was their last moment, loved, warm.. and content.

I'd be home with you.

I'd be home with you.

~~~

song:

In a Week - Hozier

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #bg3 #bg3 tav #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg 3 #fanfic #gale fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #angst #no happy ending #hurt/no comfort #Fuck it we die like Gale with the orb

[paisholotus]

Ch.3

Nalae's pov

Aaliya!" I yelled from inside my closet. She came into my room and sat on my bed, on the clothes that I had thrown off the hangers. I blew out an irritated breath as I threw another outfit on the floor.

 

"Damn, you sprung already?" Aaliya said, laughing. I turned around and glared at her, flipping her off. Today was my date with Lucious, and I was kind of nervous. He came over here again yesterday, and I told him that I'd go out with him. But I'm not sure why I can't find anything TO FUCKING WEAR!

 

"Ight, what's the problem, boo?" I huffed, plopping on the bed face down. "I can't find anything to wear, and I'm honestly nervous about this date. I ain't never been on a date before, and he looks like the type to play with my feelings." I said, sounding a little stressed out.

 

She rubbed my back soothingly as I played with my comforter. "Mar told me about how he is with women. He basically called him a hoe. " We both laughed as I got back up and walked over to my closet. "He also told me he treats the women he sleeps with like shit. Like they nothing." I said, sadly. I crossed my arms, looking down at the floor.

 

Aaliya pouted, going to pick up my clothes off the floor and putting them on the bed. "But Mar told me that he said that he was actually interested in me. And he has been nice to me." I told her.

 

"You do whatever feels right. You're young, and rejection is part of life, so if he ends up dumping you, that's his loss. Plus, we'll get Ant and Tisha to beat his ass." Aaliya said, smiling at me.

 

"Thanks, Liya. Now help me find something to wear." I said this as she got up and walked over to the closet.

 

She went and picked out an outfit, and it looked good. It was long black jeans, a cream-colored cropped long-sleeve shirt, and Chuck Taylor high tops. With a black bag and gold accessories.

 

Her outfit & hair

"You look so cute. It definitely suits you." She said it cheerfully. "Let's do your hair." She said, rushing me into the bathroom. "I want it in its natural state. So, just pin it up and let some hang." I said, fixing a half-up, half-down style. I did a natural makeup look, adding clear lip gloss and my nameplate necklace with my gold cross necklace.

 

"NaNa! He here!" Tisha yelled from downstairs. I checked myself in the mirror. I felt a little anxious, but I'll be okay. "OK, I'm ready." I said it quietly.

 

-Time Skip-

 

Lucious pov

 

I knocked on the door, and this tall ass girl opened the door. She glared at me, folding her arms. She did look slightly intimidating, but I just smiled at her. I'm trying to be on my best behavior. The thing I've noticed is that they may live in this white-collar neighborhood, but it's like that didn't phase them. Nalae acted like she was born in the hood; they all did. Mar did say they weren't born here, but he looked like he didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't press him.

 

"So, you, the little boy, that's taking my sister out?" I chuckled, sticking my hand out for her to shake. She stepped down the step, closing the door, so it's just me and her. I raised my eyebrow, looking at her questionably. What you're going to give me is "if you hurt my sister, imma beat your ass" talks nevertheless, I stared at her blankly, waiting for her to say something.

 

She got in my face and gave me a harsh glare. "Let me tell you something; if you think you're going to hurt my sister, give her a few "oh, you're just different; you're the only girl I want" type shit. Your high-yella ass is sadly mistaken. Because Nae ain't like the other bitches you fuck and dip the next day. I know all about that shit because I fucking do it. With men and women, I know the fucking game! So let her come home crying and see what happens! IT WILL BE YOUR LAST MUTHERFUCKING BREATH YOU TAKE! She's too good to be walking around hea crying."

 

She finished with her face in mine, and her glare intensified, and with that, I knew she wasn't just making an empty threat. But I held my composure and silently nodded. She backed up and went back into the house, motioning for me to come in. This would have been the second time I've been in this house, and it was really nice. This time, I got a good look at everything. She stopped me at the steps and walked up them.

 

I took the time to look at the pictures on the walls; they had family portraits that showed them as a loving, happy family. I stared at a picture of what looked to be their mama. She was a dark-skinned woman with long, curly hair. She was smiling down at what looked to be Mar and Nalae. Then I looked beside her, and it was a man holding Mar and probably her other older brother. I felt a tinge of jealousy for them, if only...

 

 

I turned to see them walking down the stairs, with the older sister and Nae behind her. She wasn't wearing anything overly sexual; she had this type of innocence about her. I could tell she had a big heart; she had the brightest smile I've ever seen. She looked beautiful, but I wouldn't be me without looking at her ass. And Goddam, she was dragging that wagon. She had wide hips, a small waist, and a big ole ass.

 

She had my mouth watering, and I stood there drinking her in. And I smirked at her; she was making my dick rise a little. She looked me up and down, then looked away shyly. I walked up to her, grabbing her by the chin, making her look into my eyes. "You look beautiful, little mama." She bit her lip, staring into my eyes. I pulled her lip out with my thumb, "Let's not do that." I said, lowly brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

 

She smelled damn good. Like tropical scents with a little bit of coco butter. "Ight, enough with that. Make sure you have her home by 9. I don't care if school is out!" Her sister said, stopping Nae from speaking.

 

I nodded, grabbing Nae's hand and walking her out the door. I helped her down the steps and walked her to my car. "AND YOU BETTA KEEP YOUR LIPS TO YO SELF!" Her sister yelled out the door. I chuckled, looking at Nalae groan in embarrassment.

 

I opened the door and helped her get in. She picked up the flowers that were on the dashboard and looked at me, smiling softly. "Did you get these for me?" She asked. I looked at her and gave her a half-smile. I ain't never brought no flowers for no girl. So that lets me know there's something special about her. Hopefully, this night goes well.

 

"Well, who else could they be for?" I asked her. She raised a brow at me and laughed, smelling them. "Ion know. You probably give flowers to all the girls. Just to get in their drawls." She said, smartly. I shook my head and started the car. "Nah, they for you. I've never brought a girl flowers. I never felt the need to, but I was told you liked those kinds, so I got them for you. And as for getting into your drawls, Ion want to pressure you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. I want to get into here." I said, pointing my finger against her head, having her swatted my hand away laughing.

 

"Mmhm, yeah, well, thank you for the flowers." She said it quietly. Going back to smell them. "Where we going?" She asked. I gave her a boyish smile and said, "It's a surprise. Just sit back and ride." She nodded and looked out the window with a small smile on her face.

#black reader #black writers #black tumblr #self post #tumblelog #black girls #black representation #poc reader #poc writer #black excellence #terrence howard #devante swing #mr. dalvin #tyrin turner #marlon wayans #lucious lyon #empire on fox #90s love #90s black love #90s throwback #black love #it's hard out here #paisholotus

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Honestly it broke my heart when Deidamia was mean to Patroclus and they fucked anyway because every time he describes himself it’s how he perceives he’s being judged. It’s tragic as shit. And even if Achilles had showered Patroclus with praise, Pat wouldn’t include it in the story because he was so focused on saving Achilles’ memory. With that, some thoughts I think Achilles had:

Oh no, what if he gets in trouble. What if he gets beaten or — he’s so shy that can’t happen to him, he’s be so humiliated I gotta find him PAT! PAT! BUDDY, WHERE’D YOU GO?!

He can play whatever fucking lyre he wants, you prick.

Imma boop his nose. No wait that’s so weird he’ll— imma boop his nose with my nose. Agh no— OH SHIT IM DOIN IT. IM BOOPING HIS NOSE.

OH SHIT IM DOIN IT IM RUNNIN UP THE BEACH

Dad I don’t want new frenn I want Pat.

We are older. He is taller than me now.

This fucking little statue. It’s fucking me. I fucking love it. Oh god I like it so much. It’s so cute. Oh man oh shit oh god I look like a derp because I like this fucking little me so much.

My beautiful boy my beautiful boy my beautiful boy my beautiful — fuck, he’s done brushing his teeth. Play it cool.

Maybe if I impale myself with a stick he would rub some nice salve on me and bandage me up with his strong hands. Achilles, you sly dog. 😎

Patpatpat I hadadream you didn’t love —That we— oh thank god I’m awake and he’s holding me.

He’s still asleep with his arms around me and hasn’t let go all night. His chest pressing into my back is so warm I could cry. Thank god he’s still asleep. He wouldn’t want me if he knew how I needed him, how it really was. I’m getting the pillow soaking wet, his hand is curled just beside my cheek and my tears slide between his fingers. Shit. I mean to ease away from him but all my body will do is hug tight the sleep-heavy arm circling my chest. Endymion clutching the moon’s perfect crescent. What will he think of me? What if he regrets — oh shit, I’m gonna wake him up, I’m shaking so bad and crying so loud and he— Achilles? Fuck. Achilles, are you ok? Hey, easy. It’s ok. Oh no, come here. Is it your mom? Achilles, it’s alright. Don’t you know nothing can take me away from you? It’s alright. Everything’s alright.

You ever felt like you could eat the world but like … not cook it? Gotta be a word for that. oh my god look at him. I will literally do anything to get him to come put his head in my lap and look at my face so I can look at his face and he can look at my face and his big sad eyes are so sweet how is anyone so sweet?!

How imma ever stop kissing this cute face? How imma ever stop smooshing this cute bod? Omg I missed a spot! Imma kiss it. My beautiful boy how could I ever stop loving you.

I swear it. My most beloved.

Scyros isnt so far. He’ll never stop looking for me. He couldn’t do that, not when he knows I’ll die without—-

—he thinks I left him. Oh my god, he thinks I don’t want him— I— what— no- he must be so angry and I can’t even tell him -I can’t even say — oh my god I broke his heart.

Pat you can’t leave again I didn’t want to do it I missed you I was dying it was like dying Pat dont you get it I did it for you I did everything for you I had to do it I had to be with you don’t you get it Patroclus I couldn’t let you think I left you I would do anything I would kill myself before I let you think I didn’t want you please can’t you see me can’t you fucking see my face I didn’t want to i don’t want anything but you all I want is you Patroclus please say something.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

#im a simp #greek mythology #achilles #the song of achilles #patroclus #tsoa patrochilles #tsoa madeline miller #patrochilles #greek mythology is the gay cousin #greece #incorrect tsoa quotes #philtatos #achilles you ho #eramenos #peggy-sue’s favorite bois #otp fluff #otp angst #otp hurt #otp headcanons #comfort couple #comfort character #my otp is perfect #achilles x patroclus #my otp of otps #my otp is canon #incorrect greek mythology

[demigodprincess]

I know no one will see this but……

I just finished watching LOTR for the 2nd time and I forgot how sad the ending was. Anyway I made a discovery for myself that made me cry. The song Into The West at the end of The Return of the King is so sad. I love the song but what it stands for (at least what I think it does) made me cry. Imma show you why.

Reasons

1. Gandalf was telling Pip that death is a journey amongst itself and you walk across white shores to get there . (This almost made me cry)

2. Elrond said the sea calls them home

3. Gandalf told the hobbits not to weep

You also need to listen to the song to understand these points, so being the kind person I am I am now going to show you the lyrics and my interpretation of them.

Lyrics

Lay down

Your sweet and weary head

(Person was fighting and therefore tired)

The night is falling

You have come to journey's end

(Person is dying)

Sleep now

And dream of the ones who came before

(Ancestors)

They are calling

From across the distant shore

(Afterlife/Valinor pretty much)

Why do you weep?

(Gandalf told them not to weep)

What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see

All of your fears will pass away

(No need to be sad or fear anymore because the person is safe)

Safe in my arms

You're only sleeping

(Kinda because it's a new journey)

What can you see

On the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea

A pale moon rises

(Describing the Valinor)

The ships have come to carry you home

(Elves rode in ships to Valinor, to their afterlife)

And all will turn

To silver glass

A light on the water

All Souls pass

(How did we not realize, and in reference to what Elrond said)

Hope fades

Into the world of night

Through shadows falling

(Saruman couldn't fight Gondor unless it was covered in shadows)

Out of memory and time

(They have lost hope to win the war)

Don't say

We have come now to the end

(Don’t say we have failed, I think, or that you will die)

White shores are calling

(It’s what you walk across when you arrive in the next life)

You and I will meet again

(They will meet eventually after death)

And you'll be here in my arms

Just sleeping

(Yah right)

What can you see

On the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea

A pale moon rises

(Describing Valinor)

The ships have come to carry you home.

(You can only go to Valinor on ships)

And all will turn

To silver glass

A light on the water

Grey ships pass

Into the West

(They travel on ships to reach Valinor)

#lotr #lotr movies #the hobbit #frodo and sam #legolas #movie #series #lord of the rings #songs #sad #music #gandalf #elrond #merry and pippin #aragorn #into the west

[catras-witchy-girlfriend]

Head Cannons about Nurodiverse

Reader x Catra!

-Catra has BPD

-She sometimes has aggressive episodes where she threatens someone who annoyed/hurt her, and you'll sometimes hear her whispering to other people under her breath, "I could destroy you," "I could hurt you," or you'll hear her growling.

-You will usually put a hand on her shoulder first before gently wrapping her body up in yours and placing light kisses upon her neck. "It's okay kitten, just let them go, they aren't worth it."

-There's apart of you that loves her manic episodes, when she's happy and confident, and with no filter.

-She has this, "I'm the best" attitude about her and you usually just laugh and go, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

-But you know if you're going to adore the highs, you're gonna have to appreciate the lows as well.

-When she has large dark bags under her eyes even after sleeping for half a day. When she's a bit irritable and short, when you find her curled up in the bathroom crying, and when she's self destructive.

-When Catra can't muster up the strength to bathe or shower for her own health, you sometimes go in the bathroom, come back with just a towel on, and sit beside her while caressing her cheek, "Come on, kitten, won't you join me? I'd enjoy myself so much more with you."

-She tries to keep her eyes from wandering but fails and puts her hands over her rose dusted face with a long groan, "I know what you're doing, princess..."

-You laugh and take her hands away from her face to kiss her cheek, "and I know you just can't resist it, can you kitten?"

-She groans again, "but I don't feel like getting up."

-"Hmn," you put your finger on your cheek to pretend your deep in thought, "I think I can help with that, my queen."

-"Wha-"

-"And scoop!!"

-"Y/N!!!"

-"Catra stay still, or Imma drop you!!!"

-Or sometimes you'll go get all your hair stuff (because your author is poc, therefore you deal with black hair now. Lol) sit beside her, and do her hair for her, whilst leaving kisses on her shoulders, neck, and jaw.

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-but don't be mistaken, Catra has no problem taking care of you as well.

-The first time you had a meltdown in front of her, you were afraid she wouldn't know what to do, you'd scare her, or you'd make her uncomfortable, but to your surprise Catra's tough exterior crumbled before you as she remained gentle and calm.

-She speaks in whispers as she realizes your hands pressed firmly against your ears, "Hey, princess, hey can you talk to me?"

-Her heart breaks as you open your mouth, only to realize no words would come out. Your sobs wrecking your body as she quickly scoots closer, "hey, hey princess, dont-dont cry, it's okay, you don't have to talk. Um-?"

-Thinking on her feet, Catra runs around your secretly shared room turning of the lights, and shutting the door. She then grabs her blue blanket and wraps it around you.

-You laugh through your tears making Catra break into a warm smile.

-with the blanket separating her hand from directly touching your face, she caresses your cheek, "Do you want to move to the bed, princess?"

-you silently nod your head, but as you were about to get up, Catra kissed the top of your head, and scooped you up in her arms.

-she pulled the blankets back, and tucked you in.

-If you're the type who hits themselves, especially their head, during meltdowns, Catra gently discourages this-pulling your hand away- and tries to find something for you to mess with.

-I headcannon that Catra's claws are retractable, so sometimes when you're trying to come down from a meltdown she'll let you mess with her claws, gently pressing her palm to retract and reveal her sharp black nails.

-If you like to draw, you and Catra with scribble doodles on each other.

-When it comes to you, Catra's image means nothing to her, and she will gladly trade her reputation for your health and well being.

-You didn't notice it for a long time, but Catra pays very close attention to your sensory needs.

-and if you're really tired after a meltdown Catra has no problem letting you rest your head upon her chest.

-The care and love yourself and Catra harbor shows itself fiercely she one of you us hurting, uncomfortable, or just needing the others company.

-no matter how bad the storms get, no matter how your minds tremble under the weight of the horde, the war, the manipulation, the trauma, and the betrayal, you two remain constant.

-Even on your darkest, scariest, and disheartening days, you two will always be there for each other.

#catras witchy girlfriend #disclaimer: I dont have bpd so Catras bpd is based on my experience w/people who have bpd #disclaimer: observing catra and what i know about bpd #spop catra #catra #spop #catra x reader #nd! reader #tw meltdown #tw talk of sensory overload #tw sensory overload #comfort character #shera and the princesses of power #catra x you #shera catra #nurodivergent selfship #nurodivergent!reader #self shipping #spop imagine #spop x reader #shera 2018 #Shera imagine #nd selfship #catra imagine

[actualbird]

rosa | main character: a playlist with a character analysis rationale on why i chose each song

because i saw a post that was like "spotify should have a feature that allows you to add a full essay explaining why that song is in the playlist" and im not waiting for spotify to integrate that in, imma do it myself, HAHA

obligatory disclaimer that these r just my own thoughts and interpretations. spoilers for up to main story 6.2 and other stories here and there

wc: 1.7k (2k if u add all the lyrics i quote lmao)

here is the link to the playlist. now let me walk u through my choices.

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part 1: the pre-story arc of oh, im nothing special

we dont get to see much of mc before the story's game officially Starts, but what we do get to see is through flashbacks in retrospect, and a lot of the time, mc does mention or express this sentiment of like

ah well. im not really anything special at all.

this sentiment comes in in a bunch of cards/stories with the boys (usually vyn or artem) when she sees their achievements and compares herself to them. but even sans the comparison, pre-story, i can see her under the assumption that shes completely run of the mill and nothing of note.

6/10 by dodie illustrates the "not very much" aspect of this

I feel like a six out of ten I've gotta get up early tomorrow again What goes on behind the words? Is there pity for the plain girl?

and Waiting in the Wings from Tangled Adventure is the reaction to this sentiment, in a sense. mc doesnt feel like shes much, but she does still believe in making a change, but god

when will her time come?

When you have the passion and the drive You expect your moment center stage to arrive I show up with heart a blazing Ready to achieve amazing things But I'm left waiting in the wings

this song in particular is fun, meta-narratively. it's the song of somebody wanting to the main character, and i think pre-story mc wishes for this moment, unaware that she indeed is the Main Character. like girl, sit tight, ur gonna be the protag.

pre-story mc doesnt think much of herself and is awaiting the moment she can have her chance. and when she does, thats when the story starts.

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part 2: he butterflies and frustrations of falling in love

this portion of the playlist is wholly mc just going "aaAAAAA FEELINGS IM HAVING FEELINGS (?)" and the experience is a Lot.

it's novel and sweet and exciting (The Show by Lenka). but it also can make her feel off kilter, unsure, and helpless (Helpless by Rico Blanco). it's a nice experience, but it's also frustrating because she's constantly second guessing her own feelings and the feelings of the other (I Go Crazy by Orla Gartland) aaaaaand eventually once mc finally finally realizes her feelings, i just see it as character for her to be have this....not really impatience, but a certain restlessness on how exactly to get the show on the road, get the relationship moving forward (Make A Move by Lawrence)

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part 3: Enneagram Type 1. "I believe that we can fix this over time."

swerve. from the cute delights and frustrations of love, i now wanna talk about what i interpret to be among mc's really important character beliefs: hope

and im also gonna assign her an enneagram type as well: Type 1

Type 1s are titled as The Reformer. this is somebody who is idealistic, believes in integrity, and desires the improvement of the world around them and their own self as well.

the song One by Sleeping At Last illustrates the gist of a Type 1 immensely well (while also making me cry)

Hold on for a minute 'Cause I believe that we can fix this over time That every imperfection is a lie Or at least an interruption Now hold on, let me finish No, I'm not saying perfect exists in this life But we'll only know for certain if we try

this is something apparent in the broad strokes choices of what mc does. in main story 5.3, the last trial, she thinks the line "Justice may not come as swiftly as we'd like, but evil shall never go unpunished. This is why I became an attorney. My conviction will not waver."

mc knows the world is flawed, she knows people do bad things and other people get hurt. perfection is not possible, but she is going to roll up her sleeves and work on it anyway.

this is what matters to her: trying to make things better

this isnt just in her career as a lawyer, it's also in her role as a character in the nxx boys' stories. for each and every one of them, being with her and experiencing events with her and building their relationship with her, all of that causes a shift in their beliefs/tendencies. on a narrative level, she is quite literally pushing the character development of the others

and on a "her as a person interacting with other people" level, she is a catalyst for change.

not just for them, but for her herself. as she pushes towards change, she grows and learns and the insecurity from pre-story slowly changes as well

another lyric in One is

The price of this so called perfection is everything I've spent my whole life searching desperately To find out that grace requires nothing of me

perfection isnt possible in real life and it isnt possible in herself as well. but thats alright. because who she is evidently enough to make things better and thats what she wants

however

this doesnt mean she is immune to doubt

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part 4: what am i doing, who am i becoming, what can i do?

this portion of the playlist is part of mc's journey SPECIFICALLY in the aftermath of main story 6.2

once artem and mc are in the hospital, artem goes on his nice speech about justice which is great and did help mc feel a bit better. however, there mc's thought process still betrayed a newfound doubt.

in my main story 6.2 reaction post, i mention this but i'll summarize it: this is the first case thus far in global that doesnt end with a court trial. it's the first case where honestly, justice arguably wasnt served. desperation, cruelty, and anguish led to ava and jerry dead. the cruelty that ava had perpetuated ran so damn deep into so many people, spread to countless lives, and was just so bad that the only way it couldve ended was the cruelty collapsing in on itself. it's over.

but not over in the way mc sees as right or just. thus, she is now doubting certain beliefs and convictions she has, like her belief in justice and good and if that can make a difference

the sheer magnitude of this case...well, since we're not getting main story 7 for a bunch more months (hyv pls feel free to prove me wrong here lol, i'd happily accept THIS schedule deviation), i can only speculate that this doubt is something thatll weigh on her mind.

and with doubt, comes questions

Where Am I Now? from Lysistrata Jones is a great song that illustrates the doubt after a failure. all that effort gone to nothing, the first questions are going to be along the lines of where do we go from here?

Maybe just some more time, just a little more fight, Like they say, no guts, no glory. All and all I did fine or maybe I'm like a hundred miles off course, Well, maybe that was too much, maybe not enough. Maybe I should just turn back now. Cuz' how do I go on When everything's so wrong. Where am I now? How am I here? Which way do I turn When it's all so unclear? I'm standing alone With nothing but fear.

Flesh & Bone by Sammy Rae is a song that continues the questions that sprout from doubt. moving on from questioning the situation, mc now begins questioning herself, how shes changed

But I need to know I don’t need to be shown I've gotta see it for myself I've gotta learn it on my own I need to know if I am flesh & bone And am I still growing or full grown?

Green & Gold by Lianne La Havas is similar to the previous song but, since im a hopeful bastard at heart, the tone starts changing. still questioning but the answer is going to lie in the fact that mc is not going at all of this alone. shes got the rest of the nxx with her, supporting her and each other. this is the way out from doubt: looking through other people's eyes

Six years old Staring at my nose in the mirror Trying to get my toes in the mirror Thinking 'Who's that girl?' And 'Does the mirror world go on forever?' Carve me a road Sharpening the knives in the attic Trying to watch cartoons through the static Thinking where am I gonna be If I'm ever twenty three? I'm looking at a life unfold Dreaming of the green and gold Just like the ancient stone Every sun rise I know Those eyes you gave to me That let me see Where I come from

Last Hope by Paramore is the acceptance that things are going to be rocky, it's not always going to be clear cut, but damn it, if she's gotta believe in something anyway

It's just a spark but it's enough to keep me going And when it's dark out and no one's around it keeps glowing

and City Lights by December Avenue represents the convergence of the questions and the conviction to keep on going anyway. the pre-chorus includes the lyrics:

Where am I going now? I need a light to shine on me

while the chorus answers it

City lights they're all with me They fill me with serenity They're coming one by one Until I separate my mind into the light And I've got my chance to look

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part 5: what love really means, how love can really help

if part 2 was about the surface level beginnings of love, this section is absolutely about the deeper benefits of love

Lost Stars from Begin Again is love still tinged with doubt, but an acceptance of that doubt. mc is never going to have a completely sure life, what with NXX stuff and also just the usual imperfections of how people work (gonna be true for all love interest routes, our boys are wonderfully flawed as hell, each w their own baggage and issues), but thats okay

because What You Mean To Me from Finding Neverland represents the uncertainty of love and how a leap of faith is what can get people through.

I won't lie I'm a little bit frightend Of my imagination Swear I'll try I'm feeling enlightened You're my inspiration We can fly if we want to I promise that faith will give you wings

and Look Up by Stars is a song that i put here not to represent a romantic love between mc and anybody

this song is a love towards herself

the chorus goes:

You're cold, maybe you just missed the sun You fall, feeling like its just begun So far, keeping it together's been enough Look up, rain is falling, looks like love

and the bridge goes:

(And still in toil, it takes heart to love the rose And still in toil, it takes heart to love the rose)

back when i was making the boys' playlists, i wanted to add this song in like. every single one of them JHAVKJHFAJKSFHA, cuz it fits all of them. they all have their moments of hopelessness or fear and they have to make the conscious choice to see better is out there, and a part of that better is our beloved rose-coded main character. back then, i took the bridge to be representing that it takes hard work (toil) and vulnerability (heart) to love her (rose)

but now i see it's a perfect song for mc herself. after all her doubts, every time shes fallen, every time it wasnt enough (toil), she gets back up. the heart she needs to love the rose, herself, is akin to her conviction in goodness. she has to believe in it (heart).

she has to believe in herself, the rose.

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part 6: this story is going to be a good one, i will work to make make it a good one

all of these songs now are on the same general theme of Making Things Better, the joy of a brighter day ahead, and hope. but the one i do wanna focus on is Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

aside from being an absolute banger and also being in line with this part's theme, it's also a song that fits mc meta-narratively

she is Literally the main character. as the catalyst for the story's beginning and the other characters' development, she is the driving force pushing the story forward. to loop this back to the beginning, mc had seen herself as nothing special or of note. yet there are many many things that does set her out as a good person, and one of which the keeps the story going is the fact that she does not give up.

so while she'll have her low points, she gets back on track cuz and Keeps Going because this is something she believes in. through this, the story continues and she's definitely got opinions on what kind of story she wants to be making. the rest is unwritten, and shes determined to make this a good story for the herself and the people she cares about

#tears of themis #tot rosa #tot main character #tears of themis analysis #idk i just needed 2 more tags to fulfill my odd arbitrary rule of exactly 5 tags per post jhkjjkVKJH hope somebody can enjoy this

[jeansyvesmoreau]

goodnight besties imma cry myself to sleep again

[paperstorm]

Andie I have a very serious and important question for you. what the fuck are you putting in your fics???? It is currently 3:44am and I've been up since 8 but what am I doing? Crying as I read the end of Magnetic North that's what

The thing about me and sports fics is that I know absolutely nothing about sports except for 1 of them so usually they end up in my "Marked for later" for a while. But this is like the third time I've read a sports fic after putting it off to immediately questioning every decision I have ever made

I binged this fic like a fucking maniac but there was a logical part of me that was like "please...the assignment you've been procrastinating for 2 weeks is due tomorrow..." so I forced myself to put it down and go to sleep. That was yesterday. I brought my work with me from downstairs at 1am because "if I'm not gonna be able to sleep might as well finish this and then read Magnetic North the rest of the night" WELL I JUST FINISHED THE FIC AND I'M LITERALLY TRYING TO MAKE SENSE OF MY THOUGHTS AND IT IS NOT WORKING-

Coherency...I know how to do that yes. Starting and ending it with Marjan's article was SUCH a nice touch I loved the way she wrote about them!

Also everyone who has ever been mean to TK can line up in an abandoned parking lot...You don't hurt my boy <3 :) . HIS GROWTH??? THAT'S MY POOKIE I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF HIM??? Picking him up and parting his head as we speak. No but seriously he's so awesome and he's been hurt so much but all he really wants is love 😭. NOW YOU GET TO HAVE SO MUCH OF IT BABY!!! Watching him slowly accept the love and care from others was beautiful. I fucking love fics where a character heals. HIM CHOOSING HIMSELF HELL YEAH YOU GOT THIS! Carlos saying how TK looked healthier and Marjan too!! YES MY BOY IS IN HIS LOVER ERA AND I'M SO SO HERE FOR IT! I am starting to sound like a broken record but he genuinely fills me with so much pride and he's not even real 😭. THE REHABILITATION CENTER!! and he named it after Gwen...I'm so okay about this...

Carlos...where do I even start. I need to hug him let's start there. It broke my heart so badly when he didn't even get the chance to come out on his own terms. That is such a real fear and I honestly saw a part of myself in it. The "questioning everything you do in case someone suspects" If I ever find out who that photographer was...Gabriel won't be the only one who will need an alibi 🩷 NO OF COURSE I'm not bringing knives now that would be absurd wouldn't it? /sarc. He deserves all the love and acceptance actually. I loved the scene where he goes to the ranch after he was outed it was so healing for both Carlos and I actually that's my projection guy ✌️💕. Jkjk. TK commenting how much happier and freer Carlos was...sobbing into my pillow oh my god I'm so proud of him. AND HE WON THAT BIG CHAMPIONSHIP WHATEVER I TOLD YOU IDK SPORTS!

These fuckers got engaged what the fuck is wrong with them I hate them so much no I'm not crying! /lh. The kiss at the parade oh my god I will literally never ever recover from this fic Andie you have broken me. I will never once again be a normal human. I still think about The Firehouse like 23 times a day now Magnetic North will join too

So I did actually end up watching some random hockey highlights so I would have some idea as to what's going on and also oh you used real team players that's cool!! Did not know those people existed in real life but good to know. Now I can say I've read fanfiction with NHL players /j. Okay but srsly the team was absolutely AMAZING!! The way they're all such a family! How supportive they were of Tarlos! Kissing them all on the head (the fictional ones idk about the real ones)!

Okay WOW this got long. There's a reason I typed this in my notes app first. Imma attach my real time reaction to the parking lot kiss here

I am in the car (love being a gay) and I just read the parking lot kiss and my anxiety SPIKED because I was like "no no no they're gonna get outed oh my god NOOOO" TEARS IN MY EYES READING NANCY CALLING THEM UP AND TELLING THEM TO CHECK TWITTER!!! I want that photographer to meet me in an abandoned lot...NO I'M NOT BRINGING KNIVES WHY WOULD YOU EVEN INSINUATE THAT- /sarc (last part)

I have a question! You must be really familiar with Hockey to write this fic. Do you play? /gen

Okay now I will sleep because I'm genuinely very tired. If this doesn't make sense blame it on the fact that I've been up for way too long. I loved this fic Andie, like and insane amount. It's all so beautiful and well rounded and I was so enthralled by it, it's crazy. Thank you for this fic, you're awesome!

All the tone tags I used: (I just have really bad anxiety and don't want anything to be misinterpreted so!)

/sarc: sarcasm

/lh: light-hearted

/j: joking

/gen: genuine

I am a little bit speechless about this 🥺🥺 thank you so so so much, I’m so happy you liked it!! Thank you for taking the time to send this to me, I’m swooning 🤩 and I played a lot of street hockey as a kid but never was on a team or anything, I just watch it a lot!

#911ls asks #magnetic north #paperstorm writes

[hongjoongland]

~ 🏵️ COMFORT. PLACE~ |K. HJ. FLUFF|¬

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genre:fluff&cinginess

pairing: kim×hongjoong&fem.reader××

warnings: none...just a lot fluff that'll melt ur heart<3

A/n: This is my first fiction. Hope you'll like that. This one is for those days when you dont feel most confident and happy... Love y'all<3*

A song:

I don't know what happened to me... just a few hours ago i was so happy and was dancing around the house but after seeing on tiktok those girl that look so beautiful it made me feel so sad...

I tought about it that much that my anxiety kicked in and the only thing that i needed to do was to cry. I cried my eyes out. I felt so... Empty so worthless i just felt like nothing. So i stoop up from the sofa and went to our room. And by our room i meant I have a fiancé. And he proposed to me like 2 months ago but thats another story. He is a producer and a songwriter. He also has a group that he produces and makes song with. He usually comes home latelly. Really overworked and sleepy. But altrough he is tired he always gives me attention. Always stays up with me to watch film together or smth. He never misses our anniversary NEVER. Hes the most caring boyfriend i've ever had. Im so thankful for him. He always made me feel so safe a d comfortable. Hes my comfort place.

Time passed by and i was showering because i felt like shit and i felt the need to wash my self up but uselessly i kept feeling the same way. I started to cry while i was showering. I stepped out of shower and dried myself up. I stood infront of a big mirror that we have in bathroom (dont ask me why is there a big ass mirror in a bathroom thx<3) and look in it. i was looking at all my inperfecions and those bad spots on my body. I was fat, have alot of strech mark all over my tights and on my belly, arms. Plus there is a lot of hair everywhere...

"I hate myself" as i started tearing up again. I started to dress up and then I went downstairs to find some kind of food that I'll be eating to cushion the pain.

It was really late and I was just watching some shows on Netflix when I heard someone opening the front door and it was my fiancé. He came in all sleepy with no signs of life. I guess it was a hard day for him too. But he immadientally changed his mood when he saw you laying on the couch. He was all happy and he just went straight into ur arms.

"Hi baby, how was ur day?" I asked him . He was laying now comfortably in ur arms breathing ur scent " hmmm could be better. It was hard day but now I'm happy that I see you and that I'm with you." he said calmly. "what about you hun?" " Well..." you said as you breathed out heavily. "Something didn't went right. Right?" He looked in ur eyes like he already knew the truth. He knows you very well. "Well... hongjoong you know me very well..and I gotta ask you one thing. Do you really think I'm pretty ?" You said unsurelly cause you knew that he will get mad, and thats not good thing. " Babe how many times do I have to tell you this? If ur not gonna get it then I'm gonna repeat myself on and on again. YOU.ARE.SO.DAMN.BEAUTIFUL.! No one is more beautiful like you no one. If I got a challenge where they ask me to choose between you or other women I would always choose YOU ! BECAUSE I LOVE ONLY YOU . babe don't go on any diet or anything because I can't imagine a kilogram of you body going away. I love your body I love your stretch marks I love all your perfect imperfections. You're my aphrodite. You're just as goddess as her. that's the only woman I can compare you to. Don't ever think about your body in this way, because people don't actually understand how much beautiful are you. Okay? And if it's not gonna work on you either...then imma have to punish you.This is your last warning "

"okay captain. Thank you for being here with me. What did I do in my past life to deserve you. I think I was Jesus " at this statement both of you were laughing. " Now my beautiful Rose, I think we should go to sleep it's very late" He said as he kissed your head and then your nose and as he slowly got up he kissed your hand and lift you up in bridal style to carries you to yall shared bed to sleep.

The rest of the night he was making sure he held you really close to him. He is really your ❤️comfort place💞

A/N: thank you for reading I Hope you enjoyed. And don't forget to love yourself❤️ Also Im taking any recommendations. So if you got something help me out please. 🙏 XOXO❤️

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