#i couldn't let this one end on a sad note ;_; i'd cry

[sehtoast]

Forget Me Not (Homelander x Reader)

1.4k words | gender neutral reader

Ask Prompt: HL x gn reader. Where hl loses his memory and runs away to another state where he meets the reader 🙏

You were totally prepared to swing first and ask questions later. Of course, that was before you saw him. Standing there drinking from your milk carton at three in the morning, fridge light illuminating him against the darkness of your kitchen, was The Homelander himself

You hide the baseball bat before he turns to you, a droplet of milk dribbling down his chin. 

“You should really invest in whole milk,” he says, sloshing what little was left inside the carton. “Tastes way better.”

You could hardly believe the night had been real when you woke up the next morning.  But, sure enough, he was still there.

“So, how did I end up with The Homelander of all people in my house,” you’d asked nervously. Reality had finally set in and you both sat at the table to talk.

He looked at you like you had seven heads.

“What’s a ‘Homelander?’”

Yeah… That really did happen. If not for the fact he looked entirely serious with such a genuine curiosity in his tone, you’d have thought he was bullshitting you.

Somehow, some way, he’d lost his memory.  Ran away from wherever he was, showed up at your house out of all possible others.  He said it seemed more inviting, but he couldn’t quite explain why.  

You’d tried to explain to him how to find his way back to New York, how to find Vought Tower so that he could go home and get some help, but he seemed too afraid to leave.

“What if I get lost?”  He’d asked, eyes twinkling with nervous energy.  “You said it’s north-east, but aren't there a lot of things north-east? What if I get the wrong place?”

You don’t know what possessed you, but you decided to let him stay.  Let him borrow some spare clothes that made him look much less… well, like a superhero.  You’re sure Vought would come looking for him eventually, so you might as well keep him safe and sound, right?

After helping him out of that suit, you can’t help but wonder if all super suits are total death traps.  If most heroes are padded up to look larger than life, but are really just plain as can be underneath.

Before he falls asleep in your spare room, he tells you the one thing he can remember.

“My name’s John…”

The next day, he follows you around everywhere.  You work remotely from home, and he sits next to you on the couch while you do.  The TV plays in the background while you cycle through tasks and emails, but his attention seems fixed on you entirely.  The clickety-clack of your keyboard fascinates him and he ends up curious as to how you type so fast, what you’re doing, what your code inputs mean.

He’s an interesting fella, curious by nature to the point he’s a total snoop.  You catch him in your bedroom on the third day, fingers trailing over your blankets as his gaze pans around the whole room.  It seems innocent enough, and he’s given you no reason to feel he’s out to hurt you.

When you ask him what he’s up to, he just shrugs, saying something… interesting.

“I wish I would've had a nice room when I was little…”

It conflicts with what you know to be true about him, but also makes you wonder if he’s starting to remember things.  You ask him to elaborate, but he can’t.  He presses his palm to his forehead as if he’s in pain and just shakes his head.  

“I don’t know. I just know I didn’t…”  He trails off, and you’re there to press a soothing touch to his shoulder.

You tell him not to worry too much.

You take him out grocery shopping one day.  He’s like a fish out of water.

He doesn’t know the first thing about navigating a store and doesn’t do much more than follow you like a lost puppy.  Hell, at the end, he doesn’t even know how to help the cashier with bagging.

He is, however, incredibly helpful when it comes to bringing everything in.  He is quite literally the one trip wonder, dangling every single bag from his arms and walking in as though they weigh nothing.

You could get used to that.

You cook a proper dinner that night and he helps.  Well, ‘help’ is a strong word.  More like he watches and hands you the occasional ingredient.

You’re fascinated by him.  He seems oblivious to normal living skills, but a part of him seems to genuinely want to learn them.  More than that, he seems so… peaceful.  You recall his recent erratic behaviors in the public eye, his meltdown on his birthday, his snippiness with interviewers…

But he seems so much less tense now.  Maybe it was the memory loss.  Maybe he just likes the quiet.  Who knows?

What you do know is, by the second week, you hope he never leaves.  You’re almost praying that his memory never returns despite knowing that's selfish.

It’s nice to share your space with someone.  It’s nice to have him around.

He’s sweet despite his dramatics.  Helpful and eager.  He’s company, and it’s been… a very long time since you’ve felt like you weren’t alone.  You didn’t quite live in bumfuck nowhere, but it was close enough that he was a blessing.

Your heart sinks on the day he comes downstairs wearing his suit.

He looks at you with those big blue eyes, but within them is a sadness. 

There is recognition floating around in there, swirling with that determined fire that you’ve seen on so many screens before. Yet he still looks so melancholy.

You offer him his morning coffee, a shared routine between you both for the past two months, and he sips at it quietly.

He used to hate it, but now..?

“Are you going back?” You ask after some time, not daring to meet his eyes.

Your heart sinks when he tells you he is.

“I’ll miss you…”

He struggles to reciprocate the words properly, but… he leaves you with a tight hug before his departure.

You don’t know why you cry so hard when he goes.  No, no…

That’s a lie.  You do know.

You miss him terribly.  

You miss him for days, for weeks.  

You watch the celebrations for his return.  You touch the screen of your laptop, wishing he was still at your side, still peering over your shoulder, still riding alongside you in your car.

But he isn’t.

And you don’t think he ever will be again.

You learn to breathe again after some time.  You feel good enough to crawl out of bed, collected enough to clean up the house a little.  You fall into your hobbies again, but nothing feels right.

It’s all just… dull.

And you hate that you know why.

You hate that you pray every night to hear your fridge door shutting, to hear the clinking of glass in your cabinets, to hear him step on that creaky floorboard on the steps.

But you don’t.

You don’t hear any of it.

Eventually you just stop listening.

Which means you don’t hear what slips through your window.  There are no footsteps, no creaks or cracks.  You don’t hear his nervous breaths.

You only feel when he lowers himself onto the other side of your bed.  You about jump out of your skin, ready to reach for the bat by your nightstand until you realize just who has come to see you.

You throw yourself at him entirely, hugging him tight, arms and legs wrapping around him to squeeze and squeeze and never let go.  He holds you close, nuzzling into your neck.

He tells you how much he’s missed you.  That he misses the quiet of your life together, that it was the nicest thing to happen to him in… well, his whole life, really.  He thanks you for taking care of him, tells you he wants to do the same for you.

Over the next few days, you have a visitor every night.

Within a few weeks, he kisses you for the first time.

After six months, you are a resident of Vought Tower, living with him in his penthouse.

He is different in this environment.  More demanding, more intense, but not to you. 

No.

When he comes back, when he comes home, he falls into your arms much like you did the night he came back to you.  He leaves his burdens at the door, safe and sound with you.

The peace didn’t necessarily come from losing his memory. It didn’t come from the solitude of your old home, nor the routine of domesticity.

It came from you.

He found his peace with you.

#homelander #homelander x reader #homelander fanfiction #antony starr #request #i couldn't let this one end on a sad note ;_; i'd cry

[jumexju]

LULLABY

Fic Type !! : angst

CW !! : Gojo fucken dies (thanks a lot gege)

Summary !! : He lied. He didn't come back like he said he would.

Note !! : Yes i'm bitter idc gege needs to apologize for makin me go thru this, this was originally gon be a fluff fic but I just read 237 for myself and well, here we are

✦ MASTERLIST

OPENING YOUR eyes, you could see his eyes. Bluer than the sea itself, not even the beaches in Okinawa could compare to the beauty his eyes held. And his hair, oh his hair. Softer than the clouds and whiter than the snow. The way his lips were always plush against yours.. How his rough, calloused hands would often cup your cheeks as he kissed your forehead.. He was simply more perfect than perfect was.

"Ya miss me?" He snickered as his strong arms wrapped around you, engulfing you completely in his affection. You immediately hugged him back. With your face buried in his shirt, you could almost smell the detergent you often used when doing laundry.

The softness of the fabric was like no other, you weren't sure if it was because of the fabric itself or because it was Satoru clothed in it. Despite his rigid build, he was always a source of comfort for you, he was always soft to you.

"F'course, there's not a single day I don't miss you." Your words were quiet ー and a little muffled since you were still tightly pressed against him. He pulls away a little, trying to get a better look at you.

"Hey.. you know i'd never leave you." He tries to reassure you as he takes one of his hands off your waist and raises it to cup your cheek. His thumb brushing against your skin.

"..." You didn't say anything back but your grip on his shirt tightened. You rested your forehead against his chest, "You're a bad liar."

At this, he chuckled, bringing you back in for a hug. "You're just an illusion made by my brain to cope with what happened.." You continued. "You're not really here.." Hot tears welled up in your eyes, you could feel them roll down your cheek as you slept, still not daring to let it wake you up.

"That may be true." He spoke, leaning down a little to kiss your forehead reassuringly, "..Maybe in some alternate universe, I'm still here, with you." He smiled.

".. That doesn't help, Satoru," You chuckled sadly as he wiped your tears with his thumb.

"Made ya laugh though didn't I? That's gotta count for somethin'!" He declared cheerfully.

"You always knew how to cheer me up.." Your voice faltered, lips quivering. He pulled you in again, trying to comfort you. You wanted so badly for this to be real. You wanted to wake up next to him, tell him you loved him and see his toothy smile as he told you that you couldn't possibly love him more than he loved you.

"I miss you.." Your body shook as you cried into his shirt, his arms keeping you close.

"I know."

Your eyes burst open, vision cloudy from the tears you'd been crying in your sleep. The covers surrounding you shifted as you sat up, wiping your tears, you felt empty. The heavy feeling of sorrow had become familiar. Grief had made a home in your heart since seeing the horrific sight of Satoru's lifeless body.

It felt like some sick and twisted dream.

At first, you'd been angry. Angry that Sukuna had managed to end the life of the one you loved so much. Angry that no one else stepped in to help, even if you knew logically that they would've only hindered him. Angry that.. you weren't there to see him in his final moments.

Then you were sad. Sad that you would never hear him rant about how the higher-ups were always on his ass. Sad that you wouldn't be able to see the boyish smile he wore so often around you. Sad that you'd never see the loving glint in his eyes whenever he looked at you.

But now.. you were empty.

As empty as his side of the bed now that he was gone. Emptier than the bottomless pit that sat in your stomach, it was unbearable. The weight of his death crushed your heart.

It was uncanny.

To realize that you would never wake up next to him again. You would never get to bicker with him over his unhealthy addiction to sweets. You would never feel his soft lips on yours again. The softness of his hair would never kiss the tips of your fingers.. his warmth would never again be close to you & his eyes would forever remain soulless, never again gazing at you lovingly like he used to.

You didn't have Satoru to comfort you anymore. The spot beside you would always be cold. He wasn't coming back.

Sobs racked your body as you began to cry for the nth time this week and in an attempt to soothe yourself, your encased yourself in your own arms. Your breaths were uneven, your eyes hurt from the endless stream of tears that flowed. Your pained wails ricocheted off the walls of your room.

You were alone.

Totally and undeniably Alone.

#angst #jjk angst #hurt no comfort #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo angst #satoru angst #satoru gojo #jjk satoru #fuck sukuna #Written apology NOW gege #what the fuck #Jume Writes ✒︎

[v3nusxsky]

Could you maybe do like a part 2 to the angel baby one, where its a few years later, its mother day, and r is feeling really guilty so larissa reassures r they did the right thing 💞

Hello my darling, here’s the part two for you. I’m sorry it’s two days late for Mother’s Day but I hope it’s okay for you <3

Still a mother| h&c

*Authors note~ I know this was a new request but seems as mothers day for me was yesterday I just wanted to get this one out for you all*

Trigger warnings~ miscarriage, depression, self loathing

Prompt~ see the ask^^^^

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"What if I just called them dove?" You murmured. Shot sweet and not tied to a gender. Dove could also be related back to death which seemed to tie in perfectly. Your little dove too precious for this world.

"Dove is beautiful little one. Your little dove" Larissa was quick to confirm it was a beautiful name. "Y/n your exhausted I see the flowers, let's get you back to your dorm and all tucked up in bed hmm? We will start the process in the morning if it's what you want, I'll be here every step of the way. I may not be biologically your mum but every student at Nevermore our my little ones. I'd do anything to help and protect any of you..." she trailed off noticing your breathing had shallowed out and little pink flowers now took up residence where the blue were. Your skin a mixture of pink and purple as you dozed in her embrace.

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Florakinesis was your blessing and curse. Being with the plants soothed you in ways no other could but also the dead giveaway for your emotions was the flowers that would bloom in your hair. So that is how you knew that Larissa would instantly see what you were internally battling. Black roses and deep blue flowers crowned your head. Self loathing or hatred and sadness. Yep that summed your feelings up perfectly. After all it made sense. The day that it is was a day you should be celebrating yet you got rid of your reason. Your one who made you a mother... well until you did the unspeakable act and ended their little life too soon. Now you would sit here every year, every day and wonder just who they could've been, if you had just been stronger.

With no way to hide your own emotions you settled for hiding away. Nevermore had the yearly tradition to hold a Mother's Day weekend, one where the mothers of the students had the opportunity to come to Jericho and see their child with the opportunity to spend some time together at Nevermore and in the town. You'd done so well to be present on the Friday and the Saturday but today? The actual day for mothers you just couldn't face it. That made your self hatred worse, you couldn't even handle the fact you gave up your chance to be a mother but you couldn't handle the idea of being a mother either. Truly you beloved dove must have left you for a reason.

You knew what flowers had bloomed in your hair, you didn't need to see it so you just hid yourself away under the covers watching your comfort show. The show usually would distract you from the reality of this world, transporting you into the greatest minds of the FBI as they hunted down un subs. Your favourite agent was Emily prentiss, and her backstory really resonated with you. She'd been through so much shit yet continued to get up and live every day. And that was a strength you admired.

Before you knew it your feelings of guilt and self loathing had you in tears, crying for the life you could've had if you'd been strong enough to keep your dove. Instead you were stuck loving and missing someone that only two others knew about. One, the dead beat dad who used you for bragging rights and the other being the very stunning Larissa Weems.

She had been there as promised, holding your hand and hushing your cry's. Just like any mother would their upset child. Her comfort and support was honestly all that got you through it. You reminded Larissa of that every now and then and she simply dismissed the praise as though it was unnecessary. To her, it wasn't she did what anyone would do, but to you it was very necessary. That fact was why you weren't surprised to see the Headmistress letting herself in your dorm and sighing at the sight. Of course you'd be struggling today. In fact she was cursing herself for not noticing sooner. How long had you been crying alone?

"Little one? Is it about Dove?" She murmured coming to sit on the edge of the bed, never touching you, but close enough to offer the choice. You let out a sob at the name and nodded. Tears falling uncontrollably as you sobbed for your baby, to precious for the earth. "It's my fault, I would've been a bad mother. I killed them Isa. I'm a horrid person. Imagine what they'd be right now. A little giggly three year old, running around causing mischief and they'd absolutely love you. I know that. They'd cling to you and you'd spoil them rotten. But I took that all away from them. From you. I'm so sorry Isa. I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry dove. God I hate myself" you mumbled, the mini rant being broken up through your sobs.

See one fact that had changed, Larissa had supported you through the process and as time trickled on you two became an item, that's how you ended up on the Nevermore staff. You knew she loved you and that she wouldn't blame you for not keeping the precious dove but you couldn't help but grieve the child that you had lost.

"Don't love, don't torture yourself like this. You did what you needed to do at the time. I know for a fact Dove doesn't blame you, you will be a great mother some day, when your ready for it. And Dove knows that. Darling, you are still a mother love, you still carried Dove for a little while, you deserve to be celebrated just as much as every other mother out there." She reassured you before offering her arms outwards indicating you could hug if you wanted. You threw yourself into her arms and sobbed, her hands come up to rub gentle slow circles on your back as you cried in her arms.

She held you for as long as it took for you to calm down. Only when you were calm did she try to redirect your attention from your troubled thoughts to your show. With a small chuckle she mumbled "oh my darling, Emily prentiss again? What episode?" To which you mumbled into her shoulder "season 4 episode 3." With attention directed else were she pulled a simple fake red rose from behind her back and called your name grabbing your attention.

"My darling Y/n, happy Mother's Day not only from your little dove in the skies above but from all the students of Nevermore that look to you for comfort, support and love. We all think the world of you and you should know how truly amazing you are. Dove may not be here but you'll always be there momma, and hopefully in a few years to come, maybe we will get to see you in action." Her speech never faulted, truth soaking every word. Had she just indirectly told you she wished to have children with you? With shakey hands you took the rose and whispered, "why not a real one Isa? She could tell by your actions alone you were confused so she readily explained her thought process, "its not a real one bc those have the capability to wilt. This one however will not. Just like your love for dove and ability to be a brilliant mother." Larissa truly believed in you. And that right there was enough for you. You truly love and miss the child you should've had every single day, but it was better for them at the time. And deep down you knew they knew that.

Word count~ 1370

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #principal larissa weems #mothers day #anon request #💞anon

[mooodyblue]

don't fly away | 60s!elvis, time traveler!elvis(??) x reader (gender neutral reader i think)

summary: after holding off on watching his own biopic for so long, elvis finally decides he's ready to watch it with you.

warnings: mentions of his death, pills, tom parker ?? sorry if i'm missing anything!

word count: 2.7k

note: okay so. i was so nervous about posting this. i've never written reader insert fics and i haven't written in almost 3 years. i was worried this would be too much or too sad but it's been something i've been thinking about for the last few days so i wrote it and was like okaaayyy i might as well post it too. i'd love to write more for elvis in the future though! i just don't write smut cause i'm awful at it LOL. i promise it's not all sad. anyway. i'm terrible at writing endings and i'm also dyslexic so i apologize if anything sounds off or weird. it may be garbage but it's my garbage! some of what's mentioned may be out of place, not accurate, not make sense etc. so...my bad. i tried LMAO anyway pls be nice 2 me and enjoy y'all <3

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you still couldn't believe that you were dating THE elvis presley, especially in 2022. to this very day, you still don't understand how he made it here or why he's here but you still savor every moment you have with him regardless. 

of course, you've had that conversation. you know, the one about his future. the one about tom parker, the hundreds of shows he'd play at the international in a short amount of time and of course, the pills. elvis was the one who asked you about it. he had just finished his comeback special and was getting ready to play vegas for the first time when he had fallen asleep one day and all of a sudden ended up in your world. he had no idea what was to come. 

he refused to believe you when you told him what happened to him.  

"there's no way, baby. you're lyin', tell me you're lyin' please." he took your hands, trembling. "who let me get that bad? my life can't just end that way. why did nobody help me?" 

you frowned at him, holding his hands tightly. "elvis, you're here now. it's okay." 

after calming him down, you changed the subject immediately. his eyes lit up when you brought up how much his music influenced the world. he almost begged you to take him to see an impersonator the moment you mentioned them. but you made sure to mention the number of biopics made on him and whose played him in movies and shows, so when you showed him a photo of austin butler in the same outfit that elvis once wore, he had to do a double take. "you sure that ain't me?" 

you didn't really think you'd ever get to watch elvis with him. you showed him a couple clips and videos, and he was definitely amazed. he just wasn't sure if he was ready to sit down and watch something about his life, especially knowing how it ends. 

so when he brought the movie up during lunch that day, you were surprised. 

"i've been thinkin'....y'know about that movie." you looked up at him, putting your mug down on the table. "what movie?" you asked. "are you talking about elvis?" 

he nodded, looking down at his hands. "yea, i-i know i said i'd watch it with you.....a-and trust me i wanna watch it." you put your hands over his. "i'm not forcing you to watch it. if you don't want to watch it, it's okay. just because it's about you doesn't mean you have to watch it." 

"i know, i know. but i really thought about it, i uh...i think i'm ready. if that's okay with you." he looked up at you, a hint of fear in his eyes. he was nervous. he didn't know what to expect. you've told him nothing but good things about the movie, including the last 20-30 minutes which you mentioned can be hard to watch. 

"okay. we can watch it tonight." you said, giving him a small smile. he smiled back at you, feeling good about his decision. 

you knew he was scared, but even you were a little nervous yourself. was elvis going to cry? would he be able to finish it? it is a long movie, after all. but you had talked it up so much, you were afraid it wouldn't live up to his expectations. and you refused to admit that it was definitely a comfort movie of yours, again, minus the last 30 minutes. sometimes you just end the movie when it's at a good part, that's how you want to remember it. but it's different now since you have elvis. you could finish the ending and he would be right next to you. 

later that night, you both sat next to each other on the couch, waiting for someone to hit play. the remote was in your hand, so obviously you would have to do it, but you were still unsure. “elvis, we don't have to do this.” you said, looking at the title page for the movie. “i know i don’t, but i want to.” he sighed. “and besides,” he looked at you, placing his hands on your face and turning your head towards him. “i have you. the best source of comfort i could ever ask for.” he placed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled. “i love you, you always know what's best for me. always lookin’ out for me.” 

you swore you could cry at that very moment. you were so lucky, so grateful to have elvis in your life. when he first showed up at your doorstep, begging for any sort of help, you thought you were dreaming. he had a lot to learn, he couldn't believe half of the things you taught him. when he kissed you for the first time, it hit you that elvis was real. he was right in front of you, still as handsome as ever. he was all yours, just your little secret.

you smiled at him, nodding. “i just want you to be okay.” he sat back, putting his arm around you. “don't worry, baby. i’ll tell ya if it's too much. let's see who needs more comforting when it ends, you or me!” he laughed. “now c’mon. get on with it, let's watch it. i can't look at this title screen any longer.” you took a deep breath, in and out, and pressed play, the suspicious minds intro filling the room. 

you kept glancing over at elvis to see if he was enjoying himself, which he definitely was. his eyes were glued to the screen during austin's entire louisiana hayride performance. you can’t count how many times “well, goddamn” has left his mouth. 

“aw hell, they put that steve allen performance on here too? nobody needs to remember that!” he groaned. 

and then of course, the trouble scene. he made you pause so he could explain what actually happened, which you already knew, but you let him have his moment anyway. the moment you hit play and austin started performing trouble, it took everything in you to stop yourself from squealing or crying. elvis looked over at you when austin got on his knees, shaking his head. “i don't know why you're actin’ like that. you've got the real thing right here!” you shushed him and he gasped, “nah, i know you ain’t shushin’ me! stop lookin’ at him like that!” 

the scene with gladys was difficult for him. he had asked you to pause towards the end of the scene. elvis stared at the screen, bouncing his leg up and down and nervously chewing at his nails. 

“are you okay?” you asked him. “i just need a minute.” he said quietly. you got closer to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and burying your head in his shoulder. the scent of the soap he used from his shower earlier gave you a bit of comfort.

“i love you.” you said to him, softly. 

you kissed him on the cheek and gave the knee he was shaking a slight squeeze. “we don’t have to finish it.” he shook his head, “no, no. i’m okay. i-i’m okay. let's keep going. thank you, baby.” he gave you a quick kiss as you hit play once again.

he warmed back up slowly, although he didnt say a word during the scene with him and priscilla in germany. you never really asked about her considering what would happen with them a few years later, which you also mentioned to him during the same conversation about his future. 

that was the one problem you had with your relationship, you knew he was always with other women despite being with priscilla. but you being in a relationship with him now had to be different, right? you tried to not think about it much. you just wanted to enjoy every moment you had with elvis, and you hoped he felt the same way too. he didn't get out much anyway. 

in another world, he was the king of rock and roll. in your world, he was just a guy on the street who looked and sounded like elvis, cause nobody was going to believe that he was magically alive. but of course to you, he was your best friend, your boyfriend and the most talented man to ever walk on this earth. 

he was okay with your world, he liked the peace and quiet but most importantly he liked you. 

he really enjoyed the viva las vegas mashup and the little montage about his movies and his memphis mafia. you rolled your eyes at some of his side comments regarding how he hated his movies, despite you telling him how much you loved them. except….well, there are a couple movies you'd never watch again. 

“honey, i told ya, i am not gonna sit down and watch one of my movies with you. i don't wanna talk about em’ anymore!”

“elvis, it's 2022. do you realize how many people love and rewatch your movies?”

“y/n, i’d rather watch paint dry than watch those movies” 

elvis was not prepared for the comeback special scene at all. it hadn't been that long since the special came out before he showed up in your life. you'd never seen him so excited, he couldn't believe what he was watching. 

“well i'll be damned, he’s got the moves and everything down perfectly!” he shook his head in amazement. “even the suits, it's all perfect!”

you had a soft spot for if i can dream. prior to elvis being in your life, you would always listen to it after a bad day or after a panic attack. so when you first watched austin’s performance, you definitely shed a few tears in that theater. but you didn't expect to be crying after watching the same performance for the 10th time, especially next to elvis himself. 

he glanced over at you, concerned. he reached for the remote and paused the movie. “are you cryin’?” 

you turned your head the opposite way so he wouldn't see you wiping your tears. “no….why would i be crying?” you said, trying to sound as normal as possible. 

you reached for the remote but your boyfriend moved his arm back, out of your reach. “this movie is halfway over and we've paused at least five goddamn times,” he joked. “d’ya need a minute?” you shook your head and waved your hand, signaling for him to press play. he used his hand to wipe your remaining tears away and gave you a quick kiss before resuming the movie.

then came the most frustrating half of the movie, when he starts playing at the international. elvis hadn't lived this part of his life yet, so you couldn't imagine how angry this part of the movie would make him.

you loved the suspicious minds performance, but watching tom write out deals with the owner of the hotel always left you fuming. 

“i knew that man was up to no good, i just knew it! i shoulda fired him ages ago! i can’t believe he would lie to me like this. that bastard….” he muttered. 

he continued to make various comments, especially asking you whether some things actually happened or not. such as him getting attacked on stage, him repeatedly asking you if the colonel really lied about who he was. the worst was when he'd ask you about the pills, you still couldn't handle talking to him about them. 

he didn’t say a word when you watched priscilla leave him and neither did you. you kept glancing over at his face to look for any reaction, but all you could see was him gripping the edge of the couch. you knew he wanted to say something, but you left it at that.

it only got worse once it was him and priscilla talking about him getting help. at that point, you were both a little more separated from each other on the couch. 

you could tell it was getting too much for elvis. his eyes were getting glossy and the hand resting on the couch was trembling. all you wanted to do was hold him but once again, you let him be. 

then the headline came up on the screen.

he was definitely tearing up at this point. he noticed your eyes getting glossy too and reached for your hand, squeezing it tightly between the two of you.

it's almost over. you just needed to get through unchained melody and you would never have to watch this with elvis again. you don't even think you could ever watch this movie again by yourself either. 

you were fine up until “....i’ll be coming home, wait for me…..” started playing through the tv, showing the transition from austin to the real elvis. you couldn't tell who was crying more, you or the man next to you. 

he was in disbelief. there was no way his life could end just like that. seeing his name at the end was almost like a wake up call to him. what would happen if he ended up back in 1969 tomorrow? would he forget all of this? and what if he remembered? would he try and prevent all of this from happening? more importantly, would he forget you? 

he was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't realize he was crying. he didn't realize you were next to him also crying. you were almost crying more than he was. 

the credits finished rolling and it was back on the title screen for the movie. you both sat there in silence for a minute. you didn't want to look at him. 

none of what you watched was new to you. you knew how the movie ended, you knew all the songs, all the lines but it was all different this time. you've grown so attached to this man over the years and now he's next to you and so madly in love with you. 

you would pray every night, asking whatever god is out there to please let you wake up next to him the next day, to please not take him away from you. 

at this point, you were the only one crying. elvis was beside you trying to calm down and collect his thoughts. he finally looked over at you with sadness in his eyes. “oh, baby…” you began to cry into your hands. he quickly got closer to you, pulling you in his arms and holding you tightly. 

elvis felt like home. you felt safe in his arms like nothing could take you away from him. 

he rubbed your back softly, moving his hand up and down. “it's okay. i’m here. ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you or us.” he pulled away from you, locking his eyes with your glossy ones. 

“i need you to listen to me.” he took your hands and held them tightly. “i don’t know what's gonna happen tomorrow. i don’t know what's gonna happen in a week, a month, hell even next year. all i know is meeting you has changed me y/n. if i go back tomorrow, i pray that i remember you and this moment. but i believe god brought me here with you for a reason.” 

you reached out and kissed him, savoring every second of him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling away yet not breaking eye contact. “i can’t let anything happen to you, you can't leave me. you just can't.” you sniffled. “elvis, i’ve never been so in love with someone in my entire life a-and i’m just so thankful to have you here in front of me. he smiled at you. “i know, baby. i know. everyday i thank the lord for bringing me here with you.” 

the two of you kissed once again, this time with more passion. eventually he pulled away, laughing to himself.

“what are you laughing at?” you asked, slightly annoyed. 

“all of this because of that…that austin kid.” he sat back and looked at you, shaking his head. “man, that movie really did somethin’ to us. now tell me, would you rather have me or austin?”

you paused for a minute, deep in thought. elvis frowned, “you gotta be kiddin’ me, really?” he asked. “well…..” you teased. he playfully threw the nearest pillow at you. 

“c’mere.” he pulled you onto his lap, smiling and running his fingers through your hair. “listen baby, i’m gonna marry ya some day. ain't nothin’ gonna stop me. i got no pills and no tom parker to stop me from doin’ anything. and definitely no austin butler is gonna stop me either.” he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

you chuckled, “let’s see who proposes to me first, then we’ll talk” 

“good lord, i’ve never met anyone like you.” he said, shaking his head at you. 

“well, i hope not.” 

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[bi-bard]

A Kind Act - Jake Imagine (Sweetbitter)

Title: A Kind Act

Pairing: Jake (Sweetbitter) X Reader

Word Count: 1,284 words

Warning(s): cussing, mention of bad parents

Summary: After (Y/n)'s night takes a twist for the worst; Jake shows a side of him that (Y/n) never thought they'd ever see.

Author's Note: I needed something soft.

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I was never one to just run off without getting all of my work done.

That must've been why Jake followed me outside.

I was in the middle of trying to stop myself from crumbling into a pile of sobs on the street. My arms wrapped around myself as I frantically sniffled and tried to wipe away my tears.

"(Y/n)?"

I jumped away from the wall, looking at Jake.

"Are you crying," he asked.

I just shrugged and forced a chuckle. What was I gonna do? Say no?

"Do you... Do you need something?"

I scoffed. "Is it too late for you to make me a really strong drink?"

He frowned. "I'd feel like shit if I gave you booze and sent you to walk home all by yourself."

"Fuck off then," I snapped, sadness and disappointment turned to anger. One thing. I wanted one thing.

"I'm walking you home."

"No, no-"

"You are clearly upset," he stopped me. "Let me walk you home and make sure that you're safe."

I wiped my eyes again before finally nodding.

We started walking in silence. I was ready to ignore him until I got home.

"Come here," he stretched out his arm. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't like standing here like an ass while you walk with me and cry."

I stepped over and let him pull me into his side. I rested my head against his shoulder. It was nice. Normal. Jake and I weren't terrible to each other, but we weren't the closest people in the world. Still, I felt nothing strange about relaxing against his shoulder.

We didn't speak again until we got to my door. He was about to leave me alone when I stopped him.

"Stay," I said. I hadn't thought about it until the word made it out of my mouth. When it did, I felt like an idiot as I dropped his arm. "I'm sorry. You're probably tired. You're still in your work stuff. Probably busy. You can just leave-"

"I'll stay."

"What?"

"I'll stay," he repeated. "You... seem like you need it."

I nodded before letting him walk inside.

The rest of the night almost seemed blurry. He tried to ask what was wrong, but I didn't want to talk about it. He muttered something about me being stubborn but dropped the subject. I ended up curled into his side in my bed. Any other day, I would've wondered why I did it, but that night, I was just happy to have the comfort.

I was confused when I woke up the next day to the other side of the bed empty. The confusion would only last for a matter of moments. I fell into a state of acceptance in a matter of moments.

One nice moment didn't mean anything. I had to accept that eventually.

But not today.

I questioned that acceptance when I heard muffled talking outside the door. I couldn't make out what was being said. I knew it was one voice thought. And that it seemed like an argument.

I jumped a little when the door opened again. Jake stopped in the doorway when he saw that I was awake. He leaned on the frame.

"Sorry," he said. "Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head. "No, no."

"Good."

There was an awkward pause before I spoke up again, “Who was on the phone?”

He raised his eyebrow at me.

“That’s none of my business-“

“Simone.”

“Oh.”

“Apparently, I’m an ass for making sure you got home safe and staying here with getting clearance from her,” he explained.

I just nodded. I didn't want to give my personal opinion on Simone.

He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Are you off then,” I asked.

He lifted his head up to look at me. “Do you want me to go?”

“No.”

A small smirk pulled at his lips. I turned my head away from him, pretending like I was looking at the view from my window. My response was way too fast. I felt like an idiot.

I heard him walking over. I felt the mattress dip. He tugged the covers over his legs.

“I’m sorry for last night,” I muttered, looking at him again. “For being an ass.”

“You were upset.”

"I was still an ass."

“I forgive you, alright?”

I nodded.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

"My parents were meant to come visit," I explained. "They were meant to show up today because I didn't have to work. They called last night and canceled last minute."

I looked down at my hands.

"I don't think they had any intentions of coming. They just lied to try and protect me."

"I'm sorry," Jake said.

He reached over and laid his hand on mine when I didn't

"Want me to make you breakfast?"

"Excuse me," I chuckled. "You want to make me breakfast?"

"You sound shocked considering we did spend the night in the same bed."

"I thought you hated me," I replied. "I'm shocked you're here at all."

"You didn't think that I hated you."

"I assumed you hated everyone."

"Why," he asked.

"I don't know," I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned on my spot, now facing him. "It feels dumb now that I think about it."

He nodded as his thumb grazed over my knuckle.

"Sorry."

"Stop doing that."

"Apologizing?"

"You apologize for everything."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"You are so full of shit-"

"I watched someone spill their drink on you and you apologized."

I paused for a moment. "Maybe you've got a point."

"I know."

"Shut up."

"Not my thing."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

We fell into a silence soon after. It was like everything that needed to be said had been said. I stared down at our hands. It was such a natural motion. Was that because I had asked him to stay over last night or was this inevitable?

"I never got close to hating you," Jake explained. "Quite the opposite."

"Is that so," I asked.

It was meant to be teasing, but my tone fell apart as he shifted closer to me. It felt like I had been frozen for a moment as he moved. It wasn't until I felt his breath brush my skin that I seemed to snap back into focus.

“Wait,” I muttered. “Wait, wait, wait.”

“What,” he asked, still inches from my lips. “What is it?”

“If something happens here,” I pointed between the two of us, “then it needs to be just us. I don’t want this to be some open thing. I… I can’t do that.”

A small grin formed on his face. “I thought you were going to ask me for something ridiculous.”

"So, you're... you're okay with that?"

"God, yes," he muttered.

I smiled at him for a moment before he leaned forward to finally close the distance. His lips moved against mine like we had kissed a hundred times before. It was all so natural. He had one hand cupping the back of my head while the other resting on the mattress next to me. My hands touched his sides.

I pulled away, almost feeling overwhelmed by the kiss. Mind racing, heart about to jump out of my chest, my breath unsteady.

I was only an inch away, maybe. Jake didn't seem to want me to move very far away.

"Stay," he said softly, lips moving to trace my jaw.

"I am," I replied, leaning back to look him in the eye.

I moved back to rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Trust me, it was my pleasure."

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[mydigitaldiaryz]

Entry Log #8

Sort of blanking out on this entry. I'll probably forget what I put in here.

TW; Talks of OD, Suicide

My friends have been steadily leaving me. This is for the better, though. This is actually a positive thing compared to something negative. It's part of a suicide plan that I made a while ago.

The more friends I lose, the more closer it gets me to commiting. The second I get rid of all my silly companions, I think I'll follow through with the plan I've conjured up in my head and come out to my parents about being gay and how I cut myself. I know they don't accept homosexuality. They'll probably hate that for me, 'nd probably kick me out of the house.

Of course, I'll comply. I'd pack, nothing much really, my phone, a bottle of water, and the bottles of extra-strength tylenol that I have been conjuring up over time. I'll move to a secluded space, I can already guess where-ever it might be. Honestly, I even thought about doing it in my childhood park, get a taste of nostalgia before I go out. For the sake of it, I'll probably text my final goodbyes and shoot my last voicemails to my loved ones, even leave them a paper letter to read. A goodbye note to send myself off. Hell, I'd probably even live stream it. Make myself known or famous too. It's silly childhood dream of mine. I know that part is twisted, but if I'm going out, why not let everybody know about it? I bet people would love to see that anyways.

Then, at the end of my plan, I die. As plain as that. And I know it will work too, because I'll make sure it works, considering the amount I would take if I eventually reach that time.

I'd rather not have a funeral. Or have my loved ones cry over somebody like me. That's why I want them all gone and hating me before I die. So they don't have to suffer, seeing their friend/family pass. Not to mention how expensive the funeral would be, god, I'd never wish that burden on my mother or father. I'm already a big enough one anyways. I feel like I was destined to be alone, too. From when I began living to where I die, I'll be alone. And I accepted it, at this point.

Of course, I know this can change for the better, so it's a plan for a reason. But that's so completely unlikely now. I've lost hope of my life changing. It's sad to know that my life dreams will never get completed, my hopes and wishes will never come true because I am an incompetent person who can't face reality and the struggles of being alive. I'm drowning and there's no way out of it anymore. I'm suffocated. I mean, I really wish I could've accomplished something, but now? I can barely see me getting out of bed without having to cry or feel like a piece of shit. I'll never have the life I wanted. I'll never be the person I could have been. I'll never be anything. All my dreams are just a waste. Nothing I even wish for comes true, all my prayers have never been answered.

I want them to, though. I want to keep fighting, but I don't have the strength anymore. I wish I could continue staying strong, but I don't know now if I ever was in the first place. I wish I could give little me the life they always wanted. It breaks my heart knowing that little kid will turn out to me. They would be so disappointed in what they see now.

To the little me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the life that you wanted. I tried my best, I swear. I promise in this next one I'll make you proud. I'll do my best. I'll give you everything I couldn't have in this life. Maybe in another place and time, but it's just not here. It can't be.

I just want to die soon. I hope this process speeds up faster. Some people are really stubborn when it comes to leaving, but thankfully, most don't care when I'm gone or not. I need to disappear soon. I hope my plan will follow through soon enough.

Goodnight reader, thank you for reading to the end. (If there is any reading it.) I'd appriciate a like and follow, really gets me going 🙏

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[gojonanami]

I just read FIVE TIMES NANAMI WANTED TO PROPOSE BUT DIDN'T and I had my heart broken.

I will admit—even though Kento's one of my favourite characters, he's not my ult and I don't really fancy him.

However, however, because I love your work so much, I decided to read this fic and I am so glad I did because it was so beautiful.

The ending literally made me cry. It was so, so sad. Genuinely gut-wrenching.

I just couldn't handle it...

The ring box that she found at the end...

The note...

The way he died...

The way she goes to Malaysia...

I don't know why I did this to myself. I just genuinely got so sad.

You know, when you get sad you just have this heavy feeling in your heart and your throat, and your throat feels like it's about to clog up and you just feel the muscles of your face affected by your sadness?

Well, that's what I feel now.

It was beautiful though. I'm very glad I'm read it.

And, of course, as is customary, I'd like to thank you for writing, editing and sharing it with us.

oh my god you’re so sweet — thank you so much - this means the world to me 🥺

the fact you just read it because I wrote it and kento’s not even your fav??? I love you omg

ahhh I’m glad you enjoyed it — I’m sorry it made you sad — but also I guess that was the point??

it was my way of coping with kento’s death - this idea just took hold and wouldn’t let go until I wrote it and i was so broken by the end of it

thank you so much for reading and sending this lovely note - I appreciate you so much, and also happy new year!! ❤️

#sab [anons] #sab [asks] #sab [praise] #the five times fic is one of my absolute favs so it makes me very happy to see it get praised

[safic4-m]

💜Hello pumpkin

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Fem Lector

Author's note: I had this in drafts for a while, didn't like the ending but there it is.

Word count: 2027

~Master list~

One-shot

Wattpad

-Winnie, who were you talking to?

-I was making a video call with Y/n but the internet went down.

-I don't like you hanging out with that girl.

-But Y/n is my friend

-Yeah, but she's gay, good thing her parents are dead they are spared the disappointment that their daughter is sick- she angrily blurts out making Wilhemina shift uncomfortably in her place.

-She is not sick, mother

-Enough, we are not going to have this conversation,- she says before leaving the room.

-Winnie,- you shout softly, crawling out from under her bed.

-Shut up

-All this time I've been calling you Mina when I could have called you Winnie," squealing with delight.

-I'm sorry you heard what my mother said,- she apologizes with a sad smile.

-Don't worry, but I have to go- sitting down for a moment on her bed.

-No, she was just being stupid,- he says playing with his cane.

-It's not for that, Miriam is going to bring dinner and she wants me there for when she arrives-, changing a smile.

-All right,- she says with melancholy in her voice.

-I'll see you tomorrow pumpkin,- leaving a kiss on her cheek.

-See you tomorrow Y/n- watching you leave through his window

-I'll let you know when I get there

- - -

-Hello pumpkin,- you say, accosting her in the hallway.

-How many times must I tell you that I hate it when you call me pumpkin?

-But why?- you ask, pouting, -You're small and red-haired, the perfect description of a pumpkin!

-Don't call me pumpkin,- looking at you angrily.

-All right...Winnie,- smiling mockingly.

-You know what? I'd rather you call me pumpkin.

-So what's the plan today pumpkin,- you ask, letting her into the living room.

-I don't know what you're talking about," she answers taking her usual seat.

-Today's plan, did you think I forgot about it?- pulling out a gift for Mina from your backpack.

You see how her eyes light up when she sees you bought her a white dress with purple flowers and fingerless gloves of the same color.

-But how did you get the money to buy this?- she asks playing with the friendship necklace you gave her years ago.

-I have my ways,- you say before the teacher comes in.

-Good morning class

- - -

You imagined it would be Miriam calling you asking if you need anything, but you were surprised to find Mina's name on the screen, when you answer you hear the sadness in her voice as she asks if you can pick her up.

When you arrive you find her crying in the rain, while her clothes are completely soaked and she is holding something against her chest; with your umbrella you protect her from the water while you ask her to get in the car with you.

The ride home is quite silent, you wanted to hug her and know what happened, but you had to pay attention to the road. Wilhemina was just looking out the window hugging her diary tightly.

When you arrive you take her to your bathroom and give her a change of clean clothes, while she bathes you arrange the guest room, you return just as she comes out of the bathroom, she looks so small in your clothes. You hug her and feel her collapse in your arms, she buries her face in your chest as her body spasms.

You move both of them to the bed and rub the arms in circles on her back, you knew about her scoliosis, I had never seen her before but she had told you long ago.

-My parents threw me out,- she says between gasps clinging to you.

-I'm sorry, you'll live here with me...okay?

LET HIM LEAVE, IT'S OK AND YOU'RE SAFE, you repeated those words like a mantra while comforting your best friend, it hurt you too much to see her this way, you had been in love with her since sixth grade and you couldn't stand to see her suffer, but you had to be strong.

At one point she fell asleep and it didn't take long for you to join her.

- - -

-Wake up,- says Miriam.

-What?- you ask with a hoarse voice.

-Can you tell me what's going on?- looking at the redhead sleeping in your arms.

-Give me a minute please,- you say.

You get out of bed being careful not to wake her up and go downstairs to find Miriam in the kitchen.

-So?- she asks, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

-Do you remember I told you that I like a girl and that this girl happens to be my best friend?

-Well...it's her,- referring to the girl in your bed.

-Congratulations, but no...

-No, she doesn't know,- you interrupt before she says the rest, -her parents took her out of the house.

-Poor girl,- he says with sadness in his voice.

-Yes, yesterday I took your car to go and look for her-, receiving an angry look before this last remark.

-We'll discuss this later,- anticipating the redhead's entrance to the kitchen.

When your parents showed up you were left in charge of your aunt and uncle but they only wanted to spend the money that your parents abandoned you, Miram was your neighbor and you trusted her to be the person who would be in charge of you.

- - -

A month had passed and this had been the best month of your life, living with your best friend was a dream come true, you went to school together, did homework together and sometimes slept together. Today was Friday and Miriam had ordered pizza for dinner.

-I have no idea how I'm supposed to pass the subject if I've never paid attention to the teacher,- you say looking at Mina from your place on her lap.

-I don't understand why you took that subject,- without taking your eyes off her book.

-They told me they didn't do exams, but then they changed the teacher,- you complain, snorting dramatically, -I have to see if my phone is charged.

As soon as you leave the room Mina lets out a sigh, you both had moved to the living room to wait for the pizza, while Wilhemina was reading her book you lay down on the couch and rest your head on her legs, but it was affecting her more than she wanted it to.

The doorbell rings and you yell to Mina that if she can have the pizza, as you open the door the girl's breath catches at the sight of her father.

-You're coming with me,- the man demands angrily.

-I'm not going anywhere with you,- he says trying to sound firm.

-I'm not asking you and mother wants you to come back,- taking the younger girl by the arm with force.

-No...let go of me, you're hurting me,- she says trying to free herself.

-She said to let her go,- he intervenes calling the man's attention.

-You shut up, this is not with you!

You can see the fear in Mina's eyes as she tries to break free from her father's grip.

-If you don't let go this instant I will call the police,- you say trying to help her.

-It's not enough for you to corrupt my daughter,- he says pulling out a handful of papers and throwing them in your face.

-Get out,- you say ignoring the papers and reloading with a taser, pulling Mina out in time.

You put Wilhemina behind you to protect her from the man, you see her raise her hand to hit you, but she is stopped with Miriam.

You see the woman fighting with the man to get him out of the property and you take Mina, she locks herself in her room and no matter how much you knock on her door she doesn't open it.

-Give her time,- says Miriam putting a hand on your shoulder.

You leave Mina alone and go downstairs for some pizza, you find the papers at the entrance, you pick them up, while you take some pizza to your room.

Monday, August 8th

Today I saw the most beautiful girl in my life, she is taller than me, has beautiful eyes and a smile that would light up a room. Apparently she is quite popular and everyone loves her.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing that we moved.

You knew that handwriting, you wanted to stop but you were curious who she was talking about.

Thursday, August 25

Today was the best day of my life, the teacher told us to pair up, no one wanted to pair up with me, two girls were fighting over T/n, she came up to me and asked if she could pair up with me, obviously I said yes.

Of all the people in the room approached me, her "friends" told her not to hang out with me, but she shut them up. She is super cool, smart and cute, I really want her to like me.

Friday, September 16

Y/n said we are friends...some girls were picking on me in the bathroom and she stood up for me, ended up getting grounded after school but she says it was worth it and I quote "I won't let her mess with my friend."

Wednesday, December 14th

Today Y/n didn't go to school, I tried to contact her but it doesn't work, I have a feeling something bad happened to her, I was supposed to confess to her today that I like her, but maybe her not going is a sign about me not saying what I feel .

Monday January 13th

Y/n is finally back, I was so happy when I saw her at school, but something is different, as far as I know she had an accident and was hospitalized all this time. My mother says her parents died in that accident and that is why she is so sad, I wish I could do something for her.

Wednesday, June 21

Y/n came over to my house in the afternoon, we spent them watching our series in my bed, with popcorn, candy and soda. At one point I fell asleep and woke up with her arms around me, I wish I could say what I felt.

My mother came home early from work and I hid Y/n under my bed, she asked who I was talking to and I lied saying I was video calling with Y/n, she heard my mother call me Winnie and then when she left my room she started teasing me calling me Winnie.

As she left she gave me a kiss on the cheek and I couldn't help but blush.

You finish reading the papers and you take in what you just read for a second. During all this year she reciprocated your feelings, the papers are incomplete but the last one is recent.

Tiredness gets the better of you and you go to bed knowing that the girl sleeping in the next room feels the same way about you.

The next morning you wake up at noon to hear someone knocking on your door, with all the sleep in the world you stop to open it and find the redhead.

-Good morning,- you greet with your voice still hoarse from sleep.

-Hello... I wanted to apologize for last night,- playing with the base of her cane.

-It's okay, don't worry about it,- letting her pass.

-Yes...but I- interrupting herself when she sees the papers on your bed.

You look to where she's looking and realize what's going on, you can literally see the walls building up around her.

-I like you,- you say, taking her by surprise.

Your confession causes her walls to shatter in a matter of seconds and she turns to look at you, looking for some sign that you are lying.

-I really like you, all these years I have repressed what I feel for fear of being rejected," you confess giving her a sad smile.

-Really?- he asks not believing what he just heard.

-Of course,- biting your lower lip.

-I...I like you too- blushing furiously.

You see her coming closer to you and you feel your heart going a thousand per second, then there are fireworks, her lips feel so good against yours and even if it only lasts a second, it's as if time had stopped in that instant. You try to chase her lips but at that instant Miriam enters to wake you up, realizing what is happening she apologizes and leaves the room quickly, you are in laughter at having been caught in a moment like this.

-I'll see you downstairs,- says the woman on the other side of the door.

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[silenttale22]

MUST HAVE BEEN THE WIND/PJM/ - Chapter 1

Summary: Someone once told her she had to learn to live in pieces as there would be nobody to glue them up. But what if a person with similar pieces to her appears? What if by complete coincidence her crying is heard in the middle of the night? What if together they can create a whole new masterpiece?

Dancer!Jimin x Student!Reader Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slice of life. hurt/comfort, Soulmate!AU, SchoolAU Note: Hi Sweetheart! Its already here, and I'm at the same time extremely stressed and excited to show you my first fic. I started writing this story a few years back, and tbh, I never thought I'd get back to it. But here I am, tried my best to improve my older drafts, so I hope you will enjoy it! Story is inspired by the songs with the same title - Must Have Been The Wind by Alec Benjamin, and honestly first time I heard it - my mind immediately chose Jimin as one of the mc so yeah.. WARNINGS WILL BE ADDED WITH EACH CHAPTER

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1/CHAPTER 2

Rainy days were always one of your favorites. The gentle mist floating in the distance, over the peacefully swaying trees, or the different-colored neon lights reflected in the puddles always brought a kind of comfort. They filled you inside with something you couldn't define. They helped replace the constant emptiness with some new sensation. It was so often when you wanted to lay down and get soaked, feeling how the rain cleansed your soul.

And it really didn't matter if you were inside or outside; you were always drawn to see how another drop fell somewhere nearby. When outside, you felt the rain fall on a reddened face and hair, soaking them completely and making them feel heavy. The heaviness of the body, however, did not compare to the lightness that came over the soul as you heard rain bouncing off concrete sidewalks or leaves still clinging to trees. 

But today you were inside, window wide open to let in fresh air and to soothe, at least for a moment, the thoughts coming over and over, ending up overthinking everything and nothing at all. Sitting on the windowsill one chilly night with legs sticking out past the window frame. Dark clouds moved slowly across the sky in contrast to the single brighter ones that could foreshadow the approaching end of the shower rains. But you grasped at this moment, the time you could inhale such fresh air in a city polluted with people.

The gentle wind, which this time harmonized with the rain, gently brushed bare feet, causing a few small goosebumps to cover skin from time to time, and a shiver to run down your spine. A thunderstorm heard from somewhere in the distance often made you shiver with fear, but you were unable to return inside the chilled apartment. The cry of nature soothed your inner confusion, but still, all you wanted was to scream, just like the distant thunder. 

Gazing at the swaying trees, long ago you stopped paying attention to the semi transparent drops running down your chubby cheeks, creating their own dark path of blurry mascara. Tear after tear fell, eventually stopping on the cool skin of your thighs. And maybe those weren't tears filled with sadness, but rather cleansing ones of their own. Or maybe you just again found yourself having a hard time understanding why you were staring at the horizon alone for another night.

You observed clouds moving across the sky with the help of an ever stronger wind as it put you in a trance you could never understand. But it helped you forget. Or sometimes think even more. Because even the clouds could move on, to take a new path, unlike you, who are forever buried in the same pit. But, there was no one for you, as wind for the clouds. To help, and to give some support.

From time to time, closing your eyes and feeling as if you are floating in the air. The strange sensation as if you are watching yourself from outside the body. Sometimes having the sense that things around you aren't real. That you aren't real. And although at times it brought incredible relief because you didn't have to struggle endlessly with your thoughts, you often wondered if you were just starting to go crazy.  Or maybe you were crazy for years now.

It was again when you tried to focus on the sound of the raindrops hitting the windowsill or the distant ground, trying not to wail loudly one more time, as you did a few nights ago. Constantly afraid of being heard again. And the last thing you needed was to hear the pitiful words, 

"Are you okay?" 

That honestly meant nothing, because people don't really care. You were fine on your own, weren't you? People quickly start being overwhelming, or at least that's what started to happen a years ago. After the biggest loss, you didn't want to have anything to do with people; you wanted to start living differently. In your own way. And that's how you ended up here, almost alone.

You were cutting off all unnecessary parts of society fast. Ended all contacts and deleted social media accounts. There was no longer the laughing girl that everyone loved. She became a ghost, walking the corridors, avoiding all small talks and commitments. Unusual student who hoped that constant study would keep him from thinking about the wrong things.

And maybe you were right about that in some way. Studying was distracting for you a little, and helped you theoretically forget for a while. But forgetting cannot heal you. First you have to face it and tell yourself that it's a past you can't change. Only after this, you can try to forget.

All these years, you've realized that life isn't so bad. Only the people around were. All those bad memories didn't come up so often without anyone around, but they still did. At least in unexpected moments that easily tore you down and overwhelmed you.

Your life in general was followed by stress, a lack of time for things other than studying, and helplessness. And there were also, among other things, the sleepless nights and shedding tears with legs dangling outside the window. When you just wished to get over all of the negativity in your head. When you wished for a normal life without constant overthinking and trying to guess why things happened this way and not in a different one.

And you sometimes prayed you could go back in time; don't be made to see how things you used to love became things you'd rather forget. The only thing you want is to get rid of the strange feelings that hurt your chest. 

You keep telling yourself that you'll get through it on your own, don't you? That's how you deal with all of the problems—one after another appearing, but you still want to take care of them with your own hands. But lastly, they were only swept under the rug. You get rid of them temporarily like dust, which reappears after a while anyway, and you run out of cloth to wipe them off. And at the end, they only relapsed hitting harder.

A stronger wind blew directly into your face, shaking you out of your state of numbness and slight detachment from your thoughts, feelings and body. You sighed softly and wiped your nose with the long sleeve of your sweatshirt. Pull your legs up to your chest, spin around on the windowsill, and land with your feet on the panels of the living room. Only by a bliss moment thinking that you may fall. End this like that. 

Your apartment itself wasn't big. But at least you had your own place. A small studio flat where the kitchen was linked to the lounge, and the bedroom itself was almost the size of a bathroom, more simply put - tiny. However, the living room most often also served as a bedroom, so you didn't really care about its size. As long as you could fall asleep there - it was fine. Even if sometimes sleep wasn't an often guest in your life. 

You closed the window for a while, then figured you'd leave it ajar, so you did, and moved with a quick step into the kitchen. Even though you knew the path almost by heart, the darkened room made it difficult for you to move from the window sometimes. As you have never been a fan of lighting up the whole room, most often prefer to sit in the dark because of that you could often feel almost blind. Nevertheless your eyesight was very good, even perfect, as the ophthalmologist repeated each time. You still - used to trip over invisible objects on a straight path or snag various things at the height of your shoulders. And maybe you were inattentive, or just perpetually too thoughtful, but that night you didn't feel like adding another thought to the list—why?

It's not so long when a piece of thick material underfoot plays a prank on you like every damn day. So the fact that you were lying on the floor again was like nothing new. Tripping on the carpet was usual but anyway led you to tend to blame your clumsiness. Along with the curses under your breath. Calling out not only the rug but also yourself for being an idiot. 

You can't even count how many times you ended up lying in the same spot, sometimes even hitting the floor with your own hands because of your rising anger at yourself. Not caring if there are anyone in the apartment floor below. So you took another deep breath, only to rise from the panels in a moment and look at your skinned knees, whose pain you usually brushed off by rolling your eyes. Eventually, you made your way to the kitchen, dodging every obstacle with great care while occasionally sighing through muscle pain that was no longer so simple to ignore.

You've often wondered - after a long while after falling down - why the neighbors who live below have never yet come to complain that there is an incredible bang coming from your place every night. Which was naturally caused by the body hitting the floor, but how could they know about it? 

People tended to ignore what was going on in other people's lives until it somehow began to affect their own, and you could only guess how annoying constant knocking could be. Taking a moment to think about it, but quickly gave up and put the water in the kettle on the gas. You quickly poured two teaspoons of black coffee into a mug after wiping your face with a grimy sleeve and recalling that you drank it every night while attempting to study. 

After a few minutes, or maybe longer, of watching at the grayish wall, which in places was covered with big, dark stains, you poured a cup of boiling water to scent fresh coffee and let the hot steam hit your face, which after a while became red from the heat. 

You grabbed a hot cup and headed to your room to spend another night staring at the pages of a book you had to read for your upcoming lectures. You knew that your little dream of becoming a scientist would never be easy, but that is why you devoted so much time to studying. You always wanted to change medicine, even a little bit, or rather, the people who were working in this field. Seeing so many people die as a result of incompetence and reckless behavior has driven you insane since you can remember. The number of those who haven't even had time to take a deep breath of fresh air is still growing, and you want to put a stop to it. 

You'd read sentence after sentence, the letters would blur in front of your eyes at certain moments, which would make you detach for a moment, rub your eyes with your fingers, take a big sip of smelling coffee, and go back to studying. You repeat these steps several times until you need to go to the toilet or run out of drink, which becomes weaker and weaker over time and doesn't stimulate your body as much. 

Tonight, you were only able to last until 3:00 a.m. and finally fall asleep sitting on the floor. Nightmares, or simply unpleasant dreams, usually wake you up. Most of the time, squirming on the couch or on the floor, sometimes waking up with screams. Today was unusually peaceful. 

At six o'clock in the morning, you were awakened by a loud, sensory alarm clock telling you to get up for work, which you also couldn't let go off in your day's schedule, and you knew it perfectly well. You're responsible for yourself, and no one or nothing but hard work will make you comfortable. That’s why you moved heavy cartons to one of the factories on Busan until ten o’clock, only to get home in half an hour to pick up your books and go to college.

And you used to spend your time like this until 6:00. Almost five days a week, sometimes six or seven. There were times, when people from your department began to notice that the dark circles under the eyes were getting bigger every day. Overall, everyone noticed it, but no one wanted to waste time asking if everything was okay. You didn't push them all away for nothing, right? After all, what's the use of asking about it? No one would think about asking how your day went, and even this - they didn't care. On your face wasn't any more a shadow of a smile. When you get home and close all possible locks, only a waterfall of tears will fall. When no one can see.

Another day, you were coming back to your apartment by foot because of your stupid disorganization. When you were late for the bus that runs to your neighborhood once every two hours, you had to wander halfway across the city with heavy books. For the first fifteen minutes of your brisk march, you were swearing like a trooper under your nose, reminding people around how much of a freak you were, cursing at yourself again, doubling your hopelessness and clumsiness with words.

When you finally arrived at your stairwell, you were relieved. Feet were painfully burning because of new corns, made by uncomfortable shoes. However, as you reached the door of your place, more hurtful words were flying around, echoing for all of the neighbors in the building, when the annoying light on the motion sensor would not turn on, while your hands were shaking so badly that you were unable to aim at the lock with a single key. Sweat started to cover your scalp, and another time you couldn't feel the shape of the lock under your one-free finger. You were about to toss all of the books and your bag on the floor in order to get inside. 

When you entered the apartment, everything flew out of your trembling hands and onto the floor. Papers, notebooks, and even a small pencil case with cats spilled out of an unfastened linen bag, along with several thicker and thinner books that she held under her arm. You groaned pitifully and kicked one of the books in anger, which literally made you howl in a second, because the collision of the object with the toes, already freed from your shoes, was definitely stronger than you imagined.

Eventually, without caring longer about all of the things tossed around, you threw your body onto the couch, kicking the air with her legs like someone with a crazy mind but all you just wanted was to get rid of negative emotions. And as usual you ended up crying, while hugging one and only pillow lying on the couch. 

But how could you know that one of your weeping was heard through the ajar window.

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[kayhi808]

Billy Mine - Act 1.3

In the early evenings, before my curfew, Bill will come to visit me. It was easier this way. If he didn't visit me, I'd sneak out of the dorm to go find him. I had a knack of sneaking out of wherever I was supposed to be. Bill would call me an escape artist. Many nights, I'd end up in the boys dorm looking for Billy. I got in trouble a lot for that, but I didn't care.

Billy Mine is beautiful. He got more handsome as the years went by. Tall & lithe, thick dark hair, sharp cheekbones, a dimple in his chin & the darkest eyes. Most times, you'll find him scowling, but when he smiles at me, my chest used to expand like a balloon with all the love & adoration I had for him. I wasn't the only girl at the Home who found Billy beautiful. There were a lot of girls and I hated each & every one of them. They would try to use me to get to Billy. One girl, was jealous of the attention I got from Billy so I became her personal punching bag until Billy saw the bruises and marks she left on me.

I learned how to do a cartwheel, and needed to show Billy. "Watch me! You ain't looking!" I laughed as the world turned upside down. My shirt got loose & rose up revealing one of my bruises.

Bill does a double take, "Bunny? C'mere."

"No, watch me." I did another sad excuse of a cartwheel.

"Juliet! I said c'mere! NOW!" I jerk my head in his direction. He never used that tone with me. I hurry over & he holds my wrists, "Do you have a bruise on your tummy?"

"No," trying to tug my hand out of his grasp, but he won't let go.

"Bun, don't you dare lie to me. Did someone hurt you?" Billy was hurt badly by a bad man who visited the Home. I overheard people talking about him.

"No."

"Show me. I don't believe you." Bill folds his arms across his chest and we engage in a staring contest which I eventually lose because I can't stand the glare Billy is giving me. He bends over & reaches for the hem of my tshirt, "I'm going to take a little look, ok?" I let him look and hear him suck in air through his teeth. He looks down at me and I cry. I never seen him look so angry. Not like a regular mad. It was a scary mad. He closes his eyes and paces in front of me while I cry & he stops, "Bunny, can I see that again?" I nod. He looks at the bruise & traces his finger along it. "Does it still hurt you?"

"No."

He turns me around & lifts my shirt again to see more marks on my back. "Who did this? Who touched you?"

I turn back to him and I couldn't take his anger. I threw my arms around his neck & he picks me up & rocks me while he paces. "I love you, Billy. Don't be mad at me."

"I ain't mad at you." He sets me on my feet & grabs my shoulders, looking me straight in the eyes, "But Juliet, you can't ever, EVER lie to me again. You hear me? I ain't playing around. I'm dead serious"."

"I swear!" I hold out my pinky to him. He gives me a small smile and links his pinky with mine & I promise. He smiled at me so I know he truly isn't angry with me so I hug him again.

"You also need to tell me who did that to you."

"Carla. She likes you and wants me to give you her dumb notes. I told her no and now she don't like me. You're Billy Mine, not hers."

"Yea, Bun, I'm not hers," again with a soft smile. "Look, I gotta take you back early. There's something I need to do." Not wanting to get Billy more angry, I obey without making a fuss.

I don't know what Billy did to Carla, but she gave me a wide berth. She wouldn't even look at me anymore which was fine by me.

*****

Billy was always my hero. He loved me & looked after me. He was, to a naïve and stubborn 8 year old, Prince Charming. As in all fairy tales, it's not real. It always comes to an end. At that age I was clueless on the urges of horny 16 year old boys. Billy hadn't come by for my visit. I escaped the ward & went to look for Billy. Only to find him wrapped up in Jessica. The kisses I thought should have been mine when I was older, he gave freely away to her. Sweet words of love, calling her beautiful & his.

I look back on it now and I can laugh at it, but that night I was destroyed. I had thought my heart was irrevocably broken. My love, my dreams...shattered. For the past 5 years, I lived and breathed Billy Russo. I had been in love with him for more than half of my young life. Jessica was always sweet and nice to me, but I wanted to kill her.

I attacked them both. They were no match for a feral 8 year old. They were too concerned with covering up naked body parts and trying to prevent me from gouging his girlfriend's eyes out. "Stop it, Juliet! What the fuck are you doing?" Billy gave me a teeth rattling shake. I fell to the ground, kicking up into his groin. He dropped to his knees, incapacitated so I could make my escape.

I didn't want to stay at the Home any longer, but I couldn't run away. I had nowhere to go. Billy came looking for me, but I hid or avoided him. I felt a little joy seeing Jessica scratched up by my nails. She'd heal and be just as beautiful as she was before. I could always feel when Billy's eyes were on me or if he was near, my skin would break out in goose bumps. When I recognized that feeling, I knew to make myself scarce. He betrayed me and I wanted nothing to do with him.

I was determined to get out. Families wanted well-behaved children, so I became well-behaved. There was a couple that would frequently come to visit. Ms. Christina was my teacher when I first got there. She was always really nice. I like her. She recently started bringing her husband around. I never paid attention to them because I wanted to stay here with Billy. I wasn't tethered to him anymore. The next time they visited, I tried to pay attention & behave for them.

Patrick & Christina Ellis. I owe them so much. They changed my life. I would be nothing without them. Patrick was a Judge with the NY County Supreme Court which eventually lead him into politics. Christina was a school teacher. They weren't able to have any children of their own. I thank my lucky stars that they were ok with adopting an older child and they didn't want a baby. They started fostering me and then I got adopted. I went home with them & I never returned to Ray of Hope.

Billy was there the day I left. I felt him, but I refused to look at him. It helped that I was still so angry at him. Christina sat with me in the backseat of their car. I snuck a look once Patrick started driving away. Billy was standing at the side of the house watching me leave. Christina held me & let me cry. It was the last time I thought I'd ever see Billy Mine.

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[unluckyhoneybee]

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Rules:

CHECK THE BASICS IN HERE. (people I write for, basic rules, etc)

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If the request doesn't follow the rules, I will delete it. I will mix requests that are similar.

Send as many prompts as you want in one request.

Check the people I write for here. I won't write about anyone who isn't in there.

The context of the story is always welcomed. My imagination is limited.

I will write blurbs, some shorter than others. Never One shot.

Nothing too angsty, I'm a sucker for hurt comfort and I'm the worst with sad endings.

No smut, I always get super stuck with it. Maybe spicy, but not explicit smut.

PROMPTS.

Tropes (no need to choose one, but I'd prefer if you do):

White: Best friend.

Blue: Brother's best friend.

Violet: Forced proximity.

Yellow: Single dad.

Cherry: Single mum.

Peach: Exes.

Mint: Neighbors.

Silver: suggest one

Dialogues:

"I would have come if you had told me"

"I'm here now"

"So please remind me it's not too late" 🎶Undertow- Son Lux.

"Who did that to you?"

"How did we end up here?"

"If you don't ask for help next time I will..." "What?" "End you"

"This wasn't supposed to happen"

"Hold it in, let's go dancing" 🎶 Time is dancing- Ben Howard.

"No, wait. I have something to tell you."

"I heard what you said last night. And... me too"

"Why are you here?" "I had nowhere to go" The cliche

"What the fuck are you doing?" "Shh"

"You said you needed me, I came to help you. Easy"

"No, no. Don't cry. I didn't want you to cry"

"You can be so childish sometimes."

"Is he here?" "No" "Good, 'cause we are leaving now"

"You, me, tacos... what do you say?"

"My mum told me to not let you go and she is always right"

"Don't do that again. Ever. You scared me to death"

"I think we could be great together"

"You came" "I couldn't miss this *event*, it's important for you"

"I miss you. I miss you so bad. The house feels lonely"

"He loves you, you know?"

"You must be his/her favourite person in the world."

"Listen to me, I'm here now. I won't leave. There is no need to be scared. I'm with you."

"Have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but like... A lot" "Yes. I do"

"You are making me nervous" "Am I?"

"How do you know if you are in love with someone?"

"I heard you weren't feeling right, so I bring sweets"

"It's easy, come here and kiss me"

"Why are you doing this for me?"

"I have been hurt before"

"Who made you believe that? I don't hate you"

"Let me help you with that" "No" "Yes"

"I'm here for you, and I will always be" "Why?" "I love you"

"He is my little brother and lives with me. He is also a big fan of yours"

"That you don't the same music as me doesn't mean it's bad music" "Okay, don't be angry and give me a kiss"

"Just ask me, I have been waiting to say yes for a long time"

"If you come with me tonight I won't be able to go back to what we used to be"

"It's okay" "It's not, I made you cry"

What is happening?. (check the link for visual inspo)

A. Shyly holding their hand at social gatherings.

B. A note was left in the kitchen.

C. Needing comfort and a quiet moment.

D. Everyone knows you are in love.

d. Another version of D

E. Late nights conversations.

F. Doing crazy stuff only because he is your person.

f. Another version of F.

G. When he realizes you are the one.

H. He is driving you somewhere important and he grabs your hand.

I. That look before breaking down due to the tension.

J. Moving his hands over your body when he is too shy to touch you.

K. You have an impromptu date late afternoon date.

L. Slowly climbing onto his lap before kissing him.

M. Sliding your hand in his and holding it tight when he is nervous.

N. Making you sit on his lap when your ex is watching (but it's all cute)

O. Accidently falling asleep together.

P. You cross the room and kiss him when you don't know what else to say.

Q. He is not good at taking hints.

R. A friend exposes you in their stories, that's how realize how obvious it is.

S. He is better with kids than you.

T. Your best friend texts you.

U. He has a great relationship with your special person.

V. A not-so-drunk test by him.

X. He is great with kids. Not only better than you, great.

Y. You are having a rough time so he takes you to a rage room.

Z. Send me some inspo. (not spicy)

SEND YOUR REQUEST.

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[annabellelupin]

a short angsty dorlene fic id title if i could come up with one and didn't suck so much at doing so

imma bout to make some of yall cry (hopefully)

tw: blood, character death

As much as she tried, the salty tears wouldn't stop flowing down Dorcas's face. She covered her mouth to stiffle the sound of the sobbing, but the others surrounding her could still hear her pain. The room was silent other than the sound of sniffles and cries. No one dared speak a word, not that the shock would let them.

Crimson blood stained the white carpet beneath her, still sticky and wet. Dorcas couldn't have cared in the slightest in that moment of the red substance now covering her palms and knees. It was much more tame compared to what laid in front of her.

Marlene was still, her deep blue eyes usually so bright and full of life now milky. Just below her collarbone, red blood stained her torn shirt, yet to dry just as the blood carpet beneath her.

'This- this has to be a dream- some nightmare! This isn't happening, this isn't happening-' Dorcas thought to herself. 'It wasn't supposed to end like this.'

The others with her silently agreed to give Dorcas some time alone, and one by one, exited the small home, leaving her time to grieve alone.

Now given some privacy, Dorcas bent over her lover's body in agony. All of Marlene's beautiful features Dorcas loved so much about her all seemed so dull and corrupt. Her soft lips, her blonde hair, her usually bright and blushing cheeks all now had a dreary look to them.

Slowly, Dorcas lowered her face to her Marlene's, and placed a soft, melancholy kiss upon her lips. There was no fire, no passion, no joy behind the kiss, but instead there was regret, disbelief, and most of all, rage and sadness.

To think the two had just been laughing and smiling while planning their perfect little future together a few days before. A future that would now never happen.

Dorcas sat back up and let out a sniffle. As much as it hurt, she gently closed her lover's eyes. She would never see the beautiful, sky blue of those eyes ever again.

As the tears slowed and her vision became a bit more clear, Dorcas noticed that Marlene's right hand was strangely still clenched into a fist. With care, she took the hand into her own and inched open the closed fist.

One sight of what was inside had her uncontrollably sobbing again.

Two matching silver rings were tucked inside of a hastily written note. Each ring had five words etched on their inner side: "Dorky Dorca and Mischief Marls" The nicknames stinged more than they ever had before.

Dorcas examined the rings closely, her recently growing suspicions all but confirmed. Gently, she sat them down on her lap and unfolded the rest of the note they were hidden in.

The sight of the rings wouldn't hurt nearly as much as the words on the paper.

My proposal to Dorca

Is this a proposal? Probably not when I really think about it. Proposals usually refer to when you're asking to marry someone, and well, that's not exaclty what I'm doing here is it? Not that I don't want to, it's just...

Dorcas Meadowes, I love you more than anyone else on this damned Earth. I love you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. I love you more than I could ever put into words! And I know you love me too. You make me feel loved in everything you do. Your words, your smiles, even those little annoyed looks you give me after I've done something stupid. It's not hard to tell you care so much about me.

If I could marry you, I would without any second thoughts or regret. Hell, I'd marry you every single day of each week for the rest of our lives just to prove how much I love you if I could. Unfortunately the world's a fucked up place and we're constantly being told it's wrong for us to love each other. Constantly being told who to love. I promise you if we could, we'd have a little wedding in the forest with all of our friends and close family. I promise you one of us would take the other's last name, or we'd combined our last names to show the world we're together and madly in love. If we could.

I might not be able to offer you some piece of paper saying we're married or a little wedding... or even a name change for that matter, but I can promise I will love you for the rest of my life. I can promise- no I will promise that I will be by yourside during it all, the happy, the sad, the good, and the bad, I will love you through it all. I promise that I will love you to the die that I die.

Dorcas Meadowes, will you spend the rest of our lives with me?

Once finished reading the note, Dorcas quickly noticed that there was something else written on the back of the paper. She fliped it over to find words barely visible, surrounded by drops of blood. The words were messy, clearly quickly written.

Dorcas, I know I said that I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, but I hadn't realized that that time might be much shorter than I had hoped. Some rat gave away my family's hiding place and Death Eaters are everywhere. My brothers sadly didn't manage to get away. For now, I'm hiding in a closet (ironic isn't it). I'd apparate to safety if I could, but one of the bastards stabbed me, and I really don't have the energy to (nor do I currently have the strength to fight). Dorca, if I don't make it out of this one, just know that I meant it when I said I'd love you until the day I died- no, until the moment I die. Even at death, I will always love you.

Nothing could have prepared her for that.

The tears were coming as quick as they had when Dorcas first saw Marlene lying lifeless on the floor. There are no words strong enough to even begin to express how she felt in that moment.

Dorcas was only certain of one thing now:

She'd make the people that did this to her beloved Marlene pay for their actions, as well as that damned Voldemort. No one, no one whatsoever, was going to do such a thing to her Marls and get away with it. And she would gladly die trying. The thought of her own death honeslty sounded like a blessing to her right about now.

Dorcas had only one thing on her mind: revenge.

And the only decipherable emotions she had were sadness, angry, and regret.

No one was about to stop her.

#this is really bad and short but uh #i wrote it at like midnight #so.. #marlene mckinnon headcanons #marlene x dorcas #dorcas x marlene #marlene mckinnon #marlene marlene mckinnon #dorlene #marlene mckinnon x dorcas meadows #dorcas meadowes #lesbian dorcas #harrypotter #remus lupin #james potter #sirius black #maraudersheadcanons #marauders era #harry potter marauders #the marauders era #the marauders #lily evans #marauders fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction

[imsailorpluto]

Bloodhounds (2023); obsession (ep 1 & 2 spoilers, kinda)

This series is definitely making me ask "What the hell did I just watch?" in the most bizarre way ever. It also made me feel a lot of things, which is most probably due to the entire cast being a bunch of handsome men.

And while it's mostly candy for the eyes, the acting is really good. The first episode is all about boxer Gunwoo, and how he got involved with the loan business, together with his fellow marine buddy Hong Woojin.

I can't deny I'm enjoying it even more than I should. But who wouldn't? That first scene was more than enough to glue my eyes to the screen, even though I have been excited about this drama ever since some gorgeous promo stills started circling around tumblr. And then the gif game kicked in, and pretty boy Woo Dohwan in the role of the boxer Kim Gunwoo flooded my entire dash, just like that.

Soon enough it was all about these two guys training hard. And it's still going. Not that I'm complaining. I'm loving their bromance.

Depictions of violence are on another level though. Honestly, I hate them for being so graphic and realistic. There is absolutely nothing good I can say about those since it's not my thing and never will be. Obviously it made me awfully uncomfortable, despite knowing it's just acting and sfx make up. I couldn't manage watching the end of 1st episode without covering my eyes and waiting for it to be over. Gunwoo taking the beatings like a beautiful piece of schnitzel was too much for my taste. Those metal fists punching him all over, the headbutts, and the face carving in the end left me in shock.

Even though I love scars and doing things out of spite, Gunwoo spitting into the handsome loan shark's face wasn't worth it. Let me just watch a series without having to look away...

The first episode wasn't enough to stop me to continue watching Bloodhounds and the only explanation is - they're all so pretty. And what comes after the horrors of 1st ep's ending is such a treat. Gunwoo is injured and standing tall and determined to pay off the debt, setting the record straight. And then comes crying at his doorstep while holding a bag of money, which was more than enough to buy his way into my heart. Kdrama villains are great, but beautifully broken good ones are even better, and Gunwoo is a really really good guy, injured on all levels possible. If that doesn't give you internal screams, I don't know what will... That was enough of a dopamine rush for me.

Watching first two eps of Bloodhounds made me realise the series gives us a taste of being in the middle of a fighting match. It's sort of a mental training based on punishment and reward system - for every enjoyable scene, comes an awful one which causes disgust, both in the mind and stomach.

Drinking scene in ep 2. Anyone?

Damn... Seriously though, who the hell drinks black label like an apple juice? They went straight for the jugular, triggering all kinds of psychophysical memories in most of us who got drunk on whisky at least once in a lifetime.

Ending of the 2nd episode is yet another traumatising anxiety inducing cliffhanger. I'm starting to wonder if it's going to be like this at the end of every episode; blood, violence, people getting beaten up like a sack of potatoes...

My point is, I'm enjoying the gorgeous cast and their acting but depictions of violence, not so much, and I don't know how long I'll last. It doesn't mean the series is poorly done, oh no, on the contrary, it's amazing. What I've watched so far is 10/10. So, let's just try and enjoy what we can, shall we.

On the positive note, I can't get myself to binge on this one, it really forces me to take longer pauses, which means I'll get to be more productive irl.

FINALLY! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Well, maybe it's time to take a step back from kdrama madness.

Endings give me "Oppa, I'm sad. Why sad? Give up!♡" vibes. Loving it, but dropping it isn't an option yet.

Who'd ever say I'd be thanking Woo Dohwan for temporarily curing my kdrama addiction, but that day has also come. Consider yourselves warned if you do choose to watch the series. It's definitely bittersweet for above mentioned reasons. As for the ending, I have no idea what happens, hopefully I'll get to that eventually, sharing a couple of thoughts & spoilers too.

Signing off, hope you all have a lovely week ahead of you. Thank you for reading my silly little scribbles (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Till next time,

xx

Pluto

#bloodhounds #사냥개들 #kdrama #woo do hwan #kdrama review #kdrama recommendations #imsailorpluto

[eggmeralda]

15 mutuals 15 questions

tagged by @skelkankaos thanks :D

1. Are you named after anyone? not that I know of

2. When was the last time you cried?

(I had this saved in my notes a few days ago when the last time I cried was bc I was laughing at a memory, but inconveniently I forgot to post it in time and now the new last time I cried was last night and also today lol. but I'll still keep what I wrote before bc it's happier:)

basically my sister has this MASSIVE toy golden retriever puppy and he's really cute and this one time I was sitting at the top of the stairs holding him but I accidentally let go and he fell and like. he is so big and it caused such destruction. and I was like "OH MY GOD" and my sister in the other room was like "NO HE HASN'T FALLEN DOWN YHE STAIRS HAS HE" and for some reason it absolutely ruined my whole life like I'm literalyl laughing while typing this rn it's not even that funny but just the image I have in my head is ingrained there forever. anyway I was talking about with my sister again a few days ago and started crying and couldn't even finish my sentence

3. Do you have kids? no

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? sometimes but I'm usually so bad at getting the balance between sarcastic and convincing so people think I'm being serious and it is Pain, so I don't do it that much

5. What sports do you play/have played? at school I remember doing rounders, tennis, football, netball and rugby and probably other stuff. but I'm ngl I may not have fully played any sport since then dkfjdkf

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? I'm like the least perceptive person I'll only really notice something if it's glaringly obvious

7. What’s your eye color? green

8. Scary movies or happy endings? I guess happy endings, if a film is kind of sad I at least like an ambiguous ending so there's a bit of hope.

idm like creepy/scary or like. horrifying endings (the only example I can think of is Threads lol) but most of my favourite films have happy or ambiguous endings

9. Any special talents? can play any tune on an instrument based on just hearing it

also being able to remember my entire life in detail from since I was 13 (though idk if it's a talent or a curse lol)

10. Where were you born? not to dox myself but the local hospital (somewhere in southern england)

11. What are your hobbies? listening to music and zoning out, thinking about ocs and the made up country they come from, watching the golden ratio dogs all day, watching like 3 hours of coronation street a day (<- needs to get a real hobby or a job)

12. Do you have pets? sadly not

13. How tall are you? 5'8/173cm I think? I was 173cm when I was 12 and I haven't really grown much since then tbh so it's probably around the same

14. Favorite subject in school? music or spanish

15. Dream job? archivist is what I aspire to be but in the ideal society I'd be collecting trolleys in a supermarket car park

tagging: @imyselfamstrange @nicholasvanryn @atlasllm @tammyoshanter @tears-of-a-goddess @painting-clouds @assassinsnight @rockradiojunky @stxrks @straycalamities @fishtish @eponinnne @lemonine @poppyseedmuffiin @partyshark feel free to do it or not <3

#tag game #tis i

[spaceorphan18]

Glee Musical Retrospective: I'll Stand By You (Ballad)

Sung by: Finn Hudson Original Artist(s): The Pretenders

One of the unique aspects of music is the ability to form an emotional connection to it. One of the reasons we collectively tend to love songs from our teenage years is because we attached to them so hard as we were growing up, in a way that we don't necessarily do with music in other parts of our lives. This song in particular I'll always associate with Dawson's Creek - as it was used in that show, and I was a teen at the time.

So, it's always fascinating when I come across a song that I have strong contextual associations with already when I hear it on Glee.

Anyway...

Story Analysis

It's interesting to note that it's Kurt's idea for Finn to sing this song. I don't think Finn gives a whole lot of thought to music beyond that there are things he likes and things he doesn't. Kurt is the one who is more musically knowledgeable, having the ability to know when a song should be used. We'll see this skill used again later on in the episode...

Meanwhile, I think the straightforward simplicity of the song works in Finn's favor. And the portion we get in the on screen performance is mostly boiled down to the refrain.

I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you Won't let nobody hurt you I'll stand by you Take me in into your darkest hour And I'll never desert you I'll stand by you

As Kurt suggests for him to do -- he's expressing how he feels, that no matter what happens, his child is still his child and he'll do whatever he can to be a great father. It's actually a theme that's brought up a lot in Glee (partly tied to all the 'be a real man' crud that's thematically sprinkled throughout the show, but this at least doesn't land on the more problematic end of that theme).

Finn is able to allow himself emotion through song -- an is able to express his own feelings of wanting to do whatever he can, even if he's currently feeling a bit helpless.

I do think there's a bit of duality to the song, though, too. I think he's singing about himself, as well.

Oh, why you look so sad? Tears are in your eyes Come on and come to me now Don't be ashamed to cry Let me see you through 'Cause I've seen the dark side too

Finn has a hard time with expressing his emotions (usually the only one he can really let out is anger). And I think this song speaks to himself, as well as his unborn child. It's alright to feel helpless and sad sometimes. And sometimes singing about it helps with those emotions.

Now - I'd argue this is Kurt's thought process on singing, and not necessarily Finn's. But I think Finn does latch onto it. The sentiment of the song is sincerely felt, and Finn does allow himself to tear up and be emotional in a way that he couldn't before.

So if you're mad, get mad Don't hold it all inside Come on and talk to me now

This feels very Finn-ish, too. Finn gets mad first, but here the song is telling him to be emotional. Or is this through Kurt? (Never really noticed how much Kurt meta you can pull out of this, wow.)

Technical Thoughts

I think that Cory did the best with this that he could - and it's really not that bad, even if I'm not the biggest fan of his voice. (Look - he wasn't a trained singer, and that came through at times, but he could hold a tune, and they threw a lot of difficult stuff at him.)

I will say - that pop/rock was what he did the best with, and that veers into that. I wish they had brought it down a little bit - he's definitely straining on those higher notes, and it always feels painful. But, I do think he's getting the emotion of the song right - and his acting was always on point.

Interestingly, there are some backup vocals that fill out the performance in the second part of it. Glee is slowly starting to break out of its firm - you have to see realistically where the music is coming from - stance.

(As an aside - is him singing to the sonogram supposed to be funny? Sometimes I can't tell with Glee, but I kinda found it funny.)

vs. The Studio Recording: The studio version is a bit more processed than the on screen version -- there's more reverb, there's more auto tune, there's more synthesized sounds. That's not necessarily a bad thing? It's covering some of Finn's (Cory's) shortcomings, he doesn't sound like he's straining so much, and the whole sound feels more relaxed - vs the tense show version. The overall sound is a lot nicer to listen to.

vs. The Original Version: Another song where Glee takes the original arrangement pretty much verbatim. Hmmm. There really isn't a whole lot to this song, is there? Glee changes the context a bit - as the original song is about standing beside someone in their time of need. But the fact that it's such a simple song mixed with Glee not doing that much with it, kinda leaves me little to say. :/

#the great glee rewatch #so's musical retrospective #glee music #Youtube

[nebulouswinds]

15 question tag game

@layalu tagged me (a few days ago!). tag games die with me just fyi bc I hate tagging people AND tumblr likes to remove my ability to tag people randomly so - the age old "anyone who wants to do this shall be considered tagged"

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yep. as follows tradition.

2. When was the last time you cried?

yesterday . don't cry much but yesterday was a crying day apparently

3. Do you have kids?

no

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

maybe? I can never get a clear definition of sarcasm so idk

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

posture/how they hold themselves

6. What’s your eye color?

uh. light. got the in-betweens eye color. (license says blue). I just let people pick a color when they put it by.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I mean they aren't mutually exclusive. but generally happy endings. I can't do scary movies/stuff with jumpscares/flashing lights or gore, but don't find psychological thrillers actually scary. I thought Haunting of Hill House was a nice, if sad show. Recommended it to my mom with the note that it's not a scary show, but is quite sad. She couldn't finish the first episode because it was scary.

8. Any special talents?

idk bc of proximity bias. suppose the hypermobility & the ability to create a 3d model of almost anything in my head to reference later are special talents

9. Where were you born?

USofA

10. What are your hobbies?

I do fibercraft (knitting, crochet, sewing, want to get into weaving), write fic/record podfic (want to start a fiction podcast but that takes real planning), watercolor/gouache painting, lots of baking. Looking to start folk dancing once I have a stable income. Video games (all 7 of the ones I play repeatedly).

11. Have you any pets?

4 of them! Two dogs & two cats. None of them live with me for renting reasons (hoping to bribe the landlord soon).

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I was in softball until it became a travelling team (age 12ish?), did gymnastics at a casual level for 5 years. Do karate (shotokan-based style), although I've been out of the dojo for 5 years & just practice on my own now.

(I was also on the academic competitive teams for my school for 7 years)

13. How tall are you?

5'9" (175cm)

14. Favorite subject in school?

no

(history if taught by the right person. bio/organic chem otherwise)

15. Dream job?

if wishes grew on trees - I'd love to be a general practice osteopathic doctor

if less intense wishes grew on trees - I'd like to be a physical therapist or massage therapist

with wishes NOT growing on trees - I would like to teach in a homeschool co-op, in baking, maths, and sciences, where emphasis can be put on catering to the students' particular constellations. and/or a cantor/rabbi

(disability really fking sucks sometimes)

#birch speaks