#i'm being dramatic it's been like a week since i reblogged anything here but. the point still stands svshsh

[lukemichaelcalumashton]

i got so confused seeing you with this blog on my dash jdhfjdi had a second where i went wait what??? kshfvdj anyway. love youu 💞

that's. actually so valid svzhshs i had to get rid of the metaphorical dust and cobwebs since i'm barely here anymore but. it happens sometimes. like when michael and moosey make an appearance or i have the chance to remind people that i'm still a cashton muke mashton girlie yknow

love you <3 <3 <3

#i'm being dramatic it's been like a week since i reblogged anything here but. the point still stands svshsh #taylor #ask #🐝

[laurfilijames]

All week I told myself that on Sunday, I was going to write all day.

I opened my laptop up for the first time in two weeks. I haven't written a word since I finished editing Expensive and tried for over an hour to work on my series Like My Dreams.

I thought about it all week and have been so eager to continue it, only the words won't come.

I know it's not for lack of passion or wanting to; I think about this story (and all the other ones) constantly.

I've been trying to deny some feelings for a while, or chalk it up to getting too much in my own head, but today it's come down heavier than ever and what is ultimately responsible for blocking my creativity and turning my love for my stories from thoughts into actual sentences.

I'm lonely.

I've never felt so alone.

The Charlie fandom seems to be relatively non existent, or just extremely quiet.

I have no space. No where I fit in.

I'm on the outskirts, trying to find a spot, constantly seeing if there is a way I can have a place for my ideas, stories, and even friendship, and have it hold some value to the others I'm around.

The more I post on here, the less I feel seen.

Engagement on this platform has reduced drastically across the board, and it's effecting so many artists.

It's not about numbers. I'm sure some of you are probably thinking "your last fic has over 100 notes". Yeah. It does. Almost all of those notes are likes, and more than half the reblogs are my own.

What I'm seeking is engagement. Conversation. A likeness and kinship started by a common interest that blooms into simple conversations and thoughts shared.

Comparison is a bitch. I see so many people living the Tumblr life I wish to have. Asks, comments, reblogs of teasers and moodboards for upcoming fics screaming of excitement and praise and how eager they are to read it. People dropping everything they're doing to read the latest chapter of their friend's new fic.

I realize the many reasons why I'm in a different position than they are, but lately it's been screaming at me louder than ever that I'm lacking something meaningful or whatever I'm doing on here isn't enough.

I've tried creating a buzz around my stories. I am aware that most of the time I write for unpopular characters with a smaller fan base, so I set the bar lower but am still left feeling inadequate even when I write for the popular ones. Whenever I've shared snippets of WIPs in hopes to gain some excitement from my readers, it falls short. Usually it'll inspire me to keep going, to write better than ever and make this next fic The Best One that makes me so happy and excited to get out. (For Charlie, I'll say, and write something I'm so unbelievably proud of) and then sometimes it makes me wonder if I should bother continuing at all.

I know I am not owed anything by anyone and no one is obligated to read or comment or anything of the sort, and I am beyond grateful for the comments and support I do receive, and the friendships I've made, old and new.

I'm not exactly sure what I'm getting at here, I just needed to write it down and "talk" it out.

I've been battling the decision to continue writing but not share it. I don't want that to happen, because as much as I write these stories for myself, a lot of the fun of it comes from being able to share it with all of you.

Nothing dramatic is happening. I'm not leaving, and I will be writing again because I'm not at all done with what I have to say about these characters, I just felt this needed to be said and already feel a little lighter by sharing it.

Write your stories, comment on your favourite fics, scream with your mutuals about a photo or gif that inspired something in you, tell your writer friends and writers you've never spoken to but love their stories just how much you do... I promise it makes more of an impact than you know. 💗

#personal

[wsdanon]

hi \o/ i mentioned a while ago i was likely going to be posting more wips here--especially if i'm going a while without posting actual fics. this one is a fuga four pirate au \o/

like with the vampire au, i have some information surrounding what is actually written here (backstory + future plot), but i'm unlikely to continue writing it right now due to having other multi-chaptered fics to focus on. anything else at the moment will likely be wip snippets like this one

it's 3k words, but it cuts off pretty abruptly. reblogs appreciated \o/

Honestly, this isn’t Pac’s worst day. It’s pretty up there, but going to jail and losing his leg manages to beat it out. 

After all, this is just a local jail. More of a holding cell than anything. For petty crimes or executions. Pac, luckily, is in for the former. Unluckily for him, he’s separated from Mike and hasn’t been able to breathe properly since they threw him in here. 

He’ll be spending a week in here, or until bail. 

It’s only been a day. And excuse him for being dramatic, but he doesn’t think he’s going to make it. 

He can imagine Mike is probably weighing up the pros and cons of staging a breakout. After all, it’s only a week. Breaking out might just put an unnecessary target on their backs, and they’ll have to move towns again. 

Logically, he gets that. 

In reality he’s in the corner of the cell with his knees hugged tight to his chest. The cell is big enough that from here he can’t see the guard—which is both a blessing and a curse. 

He’s fine being alone. But being separated from Mike makes his skin itch. He’s almost desperate for any kind of company, even if it’s just some bored guard not paying attention to him. 

And then—like his prayers are answered—he hears two sets of footsteps, and the cell door unlocking. He looks up to see a man being shoved—stumbling, but not falling—and the door being slammed shut again behind him. 

“Well…” The man shrugs, and sighs, and turns to inspect his new quarters. His eyes catch on Pac’s. A pretty smile crosses his face. “Oh! Hi!”

“Uh… hi.” Pac uncurls himself from his corner, and gets to his feet. “Nice to meet you?”

“Nice to meet you!” He sticks out his hand for Pac to shake. Pac’s eyes catch on the pirate branding on his wrist. “I’m Captain Felps. To some.”

“To some?”

Felps makes a hesitant noise before admitting, “Felps who crashed the boat to others.” 

Pac laughs, and shakes his hand. He should really be more hesitant—it’s always a gamble with pirates. Him and Mike have run into plenty who were perfectly honourable, and plenty who they’d happily watch hang. 

This pirate, though, seems like the former. If Pac is a good judge of character, which he’s often told he isn’t. 

“I’m Pac.” 

“What are you in for?” 

Felps takes a seat on one of the beds, and Pac takes the one opposite him. 

“Stealing.” Then he rolls his eyes. “Allegedly.”

He did, in fact, steal. He stole a lot more than they charged him for, actually. But they’ll never get him to admit it out loud. 

“Allegedly?” Felps raises his eyebrows. “How long will I have your company for then?” 

“Uh… six days now?” Pac looks out the tiny barred window—night has fallen—and nods to himself. “Yeah, six days. Well, and tonight.”

“Nice, nice.” His eyes dart out to where Pac assumes he might be able to see the guard, and sighs. “Longer than I’ll have to live, apparently.”

“Oh.” Pac shifts, uncomfortable. He’s interacted with plenty of people on death row before, but he never knows how to react. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s for piracy.” Felps admits. Then, he gestures to Pac. “Allegedly.”

“Allegedly.” Pac echoes back with a slight laugh. 

The conversation between them dwindles. Pac is just starting to consider lying down and trying to get some sleep, when Felps stands up on the bed and looks out the window. 

“Hello?” He calls lowly, and Pac wonders what the hell his game plan is. A quick look at the guard shows he’s unbothered. Although, admittedly, he’s probably used to desperate pleas for help. “Anyone? Cellbit?” 

Pac’s heart freezes in his chest. 

Surely he can’t mean… Cell, right? They left Cell for dead. And Felps doesn’t seem like the kind of man to get along with him. He’s nice, for starters. 

Ignoring that Pac also thought Cell was nice at first. 

No. It’s just a really awful coincidence because the universe likes to taunt him. Cell’s dead. Rotting somewhere on an abandoned island. 

“Anyone out there?” Felps continues.

“It’s just guards.” Pac mutters. “The window faces into the fort.”

Felps looks back at the guard. Then he jumps off the bed, and crowds in close to Pac. His eyes search Pac’s face. Pac feels his cheeks grow warm. 

“Do you know how to get out of here?” He asks in a whisper. 

“No, sorry.” Pac shakes his head. “I just had a lot of free time today.”

“Damn…” 

Felps goes to move back, but Pac gestures for him to stay close. 

“Do you think your crew will try to help you?” He whispers. 

“I’m not going to count on it.” Felps says without even stopping to think about it. 

And then he’s up by the window again, calling out for… anyone, it seems. Pac lies down on his bed. At least he didn’t expect to get much sleep, anyway. 

“Hello? Anyone out there?” 

Pac wonders how he got into this situation. He didn’t respond with an outright no, so it probably wasn’t his crew betraying him. 

“Cellbit?”

It could’ve been a single member of his crew, though. A first mate, perhaps, looking to become captain. If Cellbit really is somehow Cell, Pac wouldn’t put it past him. 

“Anyone? Hello?”

Or maybe he was just unlucky. In the wrong place at the wrong time. 

“Cucurucho?”

That causes Pac to sit up. 

“Wait, wait, why are you calling for him?” 

Felps looks down at him, something unreadable on his face. Then he shrugs. 

“Why not?” 

Pac can think of a hundred reasons why not, and he’s surprised a pirate can’t think of a hundred more. 

“Cucurucho?” Felps calls again, dragging the name out at the end.

Then he laughs despairingly, and rests his forehead against the bricks. 

Pac closes his eyes. As good as he is at escaping, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to help much in the amount of time Felps has likely been given. He doesn’t know enough about the fort layout, or the guards’ patrol routes. It takes time to learn all that. Especially when he’s confined to just this jail cell. And he isn’t about to risk worse punishments and further separation from Mike on a half-assed escape plan. 

The bed creaks as Felps—presumably—sits down on it. He’s muttering to himself, but it’s quiet enough that Pac can’t make out any of it. 

Pac spins attempts at comfort in his mind, trying to figure out the best one. Nothing seems adequate. All he can really offer is a distraction, so—

—There’s a commotion outside their cell. 

Pac sits up enough just in time to see someone skilfully kill the guard that was stationed down here. He’s wearing a navy officer’s uniform that’s splattered with blood. 

“Cellbit?” Felps asks, hesitantly. Like he’s not quite sure what to make of the situation. 

“Felps!” 

The man runs up to the bars into the lantern light, and Pac is seeing a ghost. 

The blood turns to ice in his veins. He presses his back to the wall behind him, and tries to make himself look small. 

Cell’s eyes haven’t caught on him yet. His entire focus is on Felps—a delighted smile on his face as he watches the pirate step closer. 

Pac’s leg aches. 

“What are you doing here?” Felps asks. 

“I’m getting you out!” Cell replies, almost offended. Then he ducks down to rifle through the belongings of the guard. “Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Felps echoes. He looks back at Pac. “Do you want to come with us?”

Pac’s breath is stuttering in his chest. His eyes are wide as they dart between Felps’ open expression, and a man who should be dead. 

“Got it.” Cell stands up. 

And pauses. 

“Cellbit.” Felps says his name with a tone of despair, and reaches through the bars to try and grab the keys. “Open the door.”

Cellbit dances out of the way. 

“Say you owe me one?” 

“I owe you one.” Felps responds, easier than Pac thought he would. “Let me out. Please.”

“And I can collect on it whenever?” Cell pushes. “And you’ll have to do it?”

“Well.” Felps stops grabbing for the key, and lets his arms rest loosely on the horizontal bars. “Hold on. How much is one?”

“One is one! We can discuss it later.”

“Cellbit.” Felps sighs. “Just open the door.”

“Fine.” 

He does so. Grumbling to himself a little as he tries to find the right key. 

He’s not… entirely the spitting image of Cell. His hair is longer. There’s a white streak in it. And despite just trying to bribe Felps, there’s a distinct lack of cruelty in the way he holds himself. 

That doesn’t really mean anything, though, when he nods his head in Pac’s direction, and Pac’s entire body tenses. 

“Is your friend coming?”

He hasn’t recognised Pac yet. Which Pac chalks up the shadows of the cell. But if Pac accepts, there’ll be no hiding. 

If he stays here, though, the guards could take out their frustrations over an escaped pirate on him. Besides, maybe Cell doesn’t even remember him. 

“Pac?” Felps prompts. 

And Cell’s head snaps up to look at him.

“Pac?” 

Well, there goes that hope. Lady Luck once again laughs at him from the heavens. 

“Oh, you two know each other?” 

“You could… say that.” Cell frowns, and goes back to unlocking the door. 

It swings open, and Pac is frozen. 

Felps, on the other hand, has no problem stepping out. Even when Cellbit punches his arm, he doesn’t do more than let out an ow, and rub at the spot where he was hit. 

He doesn’t seem afraid. At all. 

“What was that for?” Felps complains. 

“You’re so stupid.” Cellbit bites out. “I was worried.”

Hesitantly, Pac stands. 

He really does need to get out of here. They’ll probably charge him with being an accomplice if he doesn’t. Cell eyes him warily as he approaches, so Pac tries to focus instead on the way Felps smiles at him. 

“It’ll be better if we stick together.” Cellbit says, and Pac can feel the weight of his gaze lingering on him. “Let’s go.” 

They have to follow Cellbit to get out. Pac makes a point of keeping Felps between them at all times, but that’s a false comfort. If Cell really wanted to kill him, Pac doubts Felps would intervene. 

Because Felps may be nice, but he’s a pirate. And he’s a pirate who’s friends with Cell.

Man, he really is a bad judge of character.

The alarms start ringing about halfway through their escape. Cellbit curses, and twists abruptly to take them down a different pathway. 

This one is narrower. They run through one at a time—Cellbit in the lead, dragging Felps by the hand behind him, and Pac taking up the rear. 

He wishes he’d thought to pick up the guard’s sword. Or the gun. Instead, all he can do is look behind himself as much as he can without stumbling, and hope that Cellbit will give him something to defend himself with if someone tries to follow them. 

Luckily, though, Cellbit seems to know what he’s doing. They get to a small alcove—where he’s clearly stashed some things—without much trouble. 

He quickly throws a cloak to Felps, who puts it on gratefully. Then he locks eyes with Pac. And tosses him the other. 

“I only brought two.” Cellbit explains, shouldering the bag, and getting ready to move. 

“You take it then.” Pac holds the cloak out to him. “I’m just in for thievery, I doubt they remember my face. But, uh, you—you look like you’ve been stabbed, you know? With all the blood? They might, like, ask questions.” 

Cellbit doesn’t move, staring at the material in Pac’s outstretched hand with a frown. 

“If they know my face, they’ll know yours, Cellbit.” Felps says. 

“Okay.” Cellbit trades his bag for the cloak. “Put this on, keep your head down, and be careful.”

Pac nods, trying to ignore the way his hands are shaking after Cell’s fingers brushed his. He puts the bag on as Cellbit throws on the cloak. It mostly hides the bloodied navy uniform. 

“Okay,” Cellbit gestures for them to inch closer, “we just need to wait for the signal.”

“What’s the signal?” Pac asks. 

An explosion sounds in the distance. It’s too far away for even the aftershocks to hit them, but Pac still jumps. 

“That.” 

Cellbit darts off towards the fort wall, and Pac scrambles to follow him. Felps is by his side as he runs. 

Another explosion—still far away from them. Pac hears commotion in the distance. They dash up the stairs to the top of the wall just in time to hear the hasty march of soldiers below them. 

“Pac.” Cell whispers, holding a hand out. Pac tenses. “Rope.”

He stares back at Cell with wide, uncomprehending eyes. 

“What?”

“The bag. There’s rope.” 

Pac scrambles to get it out and pass it off to Cellbit. It has large knots spaced out evenly throughout it.

An explosion—even more distant this time—goes off while Cellbit secures the rope for them to climb down it. He forces Felps to go first. 

And then Pac. 

The distance really isn’t far. If Pac drops it would hurt but he’d survive. So, he tries to ignore all thoughts of Cell cutting the rope and letting him fall. Instead, he focuses on not slipping off of the hand and foot holds. 

He lands a little roughly, but Felps’ hands come up to steady him. He restrains himself from collapsing into the hold. There’ll be plenty of time to calm down from the stress of escape, and Cell later on with Mike. 

Cellbit lands with a dull thud. He leaves the rope, and leads them through the bushes, and into town. 

Once they hit the streets, Pac feels a little safer. A small crowd has formed, staring off at the fire, and smoke in the distance. It’s easy enough to sneak behind them, and once they do, it’s clear that the guards haven’t made it into town yet. 

They duck quickly through alleyways until they hit a main road again. Once there, Cellbit encourages them to slow down into a more casual gait. 

“So,” Cellbit asks, “where’s your boyfriend?”

“Mike?” 

“Yeah, Mike. I’m assuming you’ll want to go to him?”

“Yeah.” Pac shrugs. “He’s either at the store, or at the house.”

“Well, lead us there.” 

The thing is, is that Cell always had a tone about him. He had a couple of tones, actually, and all of them felt like they were sticking to you. The sickly sweet promises of safety like being covered in suffocating honey, the low threats rolling over them like waves, and the explosive anger stabbing into them like knives. 

Pac rarely walked out of an encounter without feeling like Cell’s words were clouded around him. 

This, however, was said so casually Pac doesn’t know what to think of it. It doesn’t feel like Cell’s friendly schtick. It doesn’t have the pressing weight of a threat. 

And Pac stumbles into the lead, taking them towards their shop, because it doesn’t feel like revenge. Maybe he’s naive for that. 

Cellbit and Felps bicker next to him. The words flow in one ear, and out the other. 

By the time Pac gets to the shop, he honestly can’t say whether this is a trap of some kind or not. It’s likely that Cell just wants them both in the same place so he can finish the job from all those years ago… 

…But every minute they spend walking together, Pac is sure he’s changed. He’s light as he talks with Felps. And Felps talks back without any apparent fear of angering him. If it wasn’t for his name, and his looks Pac doesn’t think he’d recognise him. 

Still, though, he hesitates in front of the door. Cell can change, but also want revenge. 

“Cute shop.” Felps comments. 

And Pac sends him a shaky smile, and a murmured, “thanks.” 

The lanterns are on inside. He’s pretty sure Mike is here. 

“Let me just…” He turns to Cellbit. “Let me just, um… explain. Before he sees you.”

“Oh. Uh, okay, sure.” 

Cellbit steps away from the doorframe and windows. Pac knocks. 

There’s a commotion inside, and then the door is swinging open. 

“Fuck, Pac, that was you?” Mike hisses, urging him inside. “I was trying to get ready to leave town just in case, but I didn’t think it was actually you.” 

“I had help.” 

Pac gestures back towards Felps, who waves. 

“Hi, I’m Felps! Nice to meet you!” 

“Uh…” Mike scans over him critically. “I’m Mike. Nice to meet you, too.”

“And that’s not all…” He trails off, and winces as Mike frowns at him.

“What?” Mike turns to continue gathering stuff into their bags. “Did something bad happen?”

“Depends. Um… you remember Cell, right?” 

“How could I forget?” Mike spits out. Then he turns back to Pac. “Wait-“

“He’s actually like, super nice now!” Pac says quickly—the words pouring from his mouth before he really thinks about them. “He helped me escape, and didn’t even threaten me once! I think he’s changed, you know?” 

“He went to therapy.” Felps adds helpfully. 

“He went to—wait,” Pac turns to Felps, “did he?” 

“Mhm!” Felps nods, an easy smile on his face. It’s… calming. A little. Makes him feel better about the fact that Mike is probably one step away from killing him himself. “I took him there.” 

“See!” Pac faces Mike again. “He went to therapy.”

Mike is staring at him, his mouth dropped open in shock. Then he groans, and drags his hands down his face. 

“Pac.” He grabs Pac’s shoulders, and shakes them. “You cannot be serious.“

“I am.” Pac confirms, guilt swirling in his stomach. “He’s actually, like, right outside. Sorry.”

--

sorry… that confrontation was going to take some brain power to write, but it's been months and i still haven't written it so i don't think i'll get there any time soon. I hope you guys enjoyed it anyway though \o/

(also: felps and cellbit's conversation about felps owing cellbit one if cellbit lets him out was taken from their federation escape stream because i love it)

#wsd/f.ics #wsd/w.ips

[waitmyturtles]

Thank you Turtles for yet another great piece on IFYLITA. I'm so excited that you picked up the novel. So having known the context, how would you have fixed the IFYLITA finale, if you were the director and didn't know if it was possible to have a S2 or not? Would you still have included all 3 Yais or do you think you would have tried to extend IFYLITA into a 16-18 episode series in order to adapt everything from start to finish? Is there anything from Part 1 of the novel that you are glad/happy that it wasn't adapted into the series or things you like that the series have done differently/taken different approach from the novel?

You must be so tired after your work trip and I'm really sorry for bothering you about IFYLITA even though you just wrote such a long post about it 😭

@clairedaring, I will take ANY EXCUSE to keep talking about I Feel You Linger In The Air -- I LOVE this extended conversation, thank you for engaging me in it! <3

Here's my thinking on how this first season shaped up, and a lot of this comes from conversation that I had with @lurkingshan and @neuroticbookworm before I read the novel last week into this week.

The material for the 1928 Chiang Mai era clearly fit a style and a tone that director Tee Bundit knew he could do a lot with. (@clairedaring, my recent history with Tee Bundit has been in watching many of his shows -- TharnType and Lovely Writer in particular -- for my Old GMMTV Challenge project, where I'm watching older Thai BLs to learn more about the genre. I also watched Step By Step -- TT and SBS are two of my most passionately hated shows, and I utterly LOVED Lovely Writer, so I have a real love-hate relationship with Tee Bundit, lmao.)

Since I've read the novel -- I'm glad he stuck with one era for the first season, and I really liked how he expanded it. We know that Eaung Peang and Robert have much more minor roles in the novel, and Tee Bundit greatly expanded EP's role to include a lesbian main couple, as well as a dialogue about women's reproductive health and freedom. There was Yai's arranged marriage in the drama that got extended, as well as the criminal downfall of Uncle Dech, Robert, and Yai's father by proxy. Yai's mother gaining power to run the family after that, etc., etc. -- these are all themes that Tee clearly glommed onto in expanding that era, and @clairedaring, to the point you made in the reblog tags of my previous piece from yesterday, I am SUPER glad we spent most of our time in this era. Tee also just made it GORGEOUS for us to watch, which was a treat.

I think if Tee had tried to include all three Yais, we would have felt short shrifted. The Seehasingkorn/Ayutthaya era of the novel is so lengthy. And there are HUGE behavioral change moments for both Jom and Commander Yai in that era. Especially for a Thai audience that's familiar with the novel, if that had gotten shortened, then there definitely would be public criticisms and outcries. (Plus? That era was so much FUN in the novel. Jom was SO SASSY and bold to start courting Commander Yai first!)

I think, if Tee Bundit gave a huge bunch of energy and attention to 1928 Chiang Mai, he'd want to do the same for an even older, more nomadic era. I cannot imagine how beautiful it would be to see that depicted.

And then Tee could fix the order of some scenes from the first season, and we could see more reveals in context, as well as the present day? A season 2 would just be ridiculously awesome for all of that.

The one thing I would have liked fixed was the redundancy from episode 11 to episode 12. I also would have liked more specific clarity about pieces of Jom being lost every time a drawing was made -- we saw that he froze and transcended himself, but that was illuminated pretty early on in the novel, and I think the same could have been done in the series without losing dramatic effect.

But these are minor quibbles. We got to center ourselves in the development of the incredible relationship between Khun Yai and Jom to start the dramatic introduction to this series, and the way Tee Bundit did it defied nearly all of my expectations about this work. He didn't miss any of the big themes of the novel, which I so appreciate, and I think he enriched our experience of the novel by expanding greatly the plight of women in that era. I'm glad we had mostly one Yai to deal with, because more of them would have been a lot!

#thanks for the ask! #i feel you linger in the air #i feel you linger in the air meta #ifylita #ifylita meta #tee bundit #lovely writer #step by step

[gible-love-nibles]

What Happened After?

Safeshiptember Day 15: Reunion

Thinking about Post-A.zran L.egacy makes me unwise, and here's like. The culmination of all that. I'm still bad at titles.

This was also something I was writing pre-event, and I thought it fit way too well. Probably going to make a part 2 to this after this event because I Have More Ideas. Just, don't have the time. Mr. Sillymore aough

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @crickiss @heart-of-aspiration @halsdaisy @sosawl @homosexual-fast-dancer @jocelynships @imaginemyshipswithme [If you want to added or removed, tell me in a comment or tag!]

(Please reblog! I like reading tags :])

I felt shattered, curled up on Layton's study couch. I clutched the extra snow-white mask tight. The last thing he had given me before… before…

No. No, he wasn't… gone. The man jumped off stupidly high ledges like it was his day job; it would take a miracle to kill him. But then… why did he leave…?

…How long had it been since everything in the Azran sanctuary? A couple of weeks, I think. A… lot was spilled in that sanctuary… including that De— he had loved me ever since we first saw each other back in Misthallery. He had tried to push those feelings away, tried to push me away; and knowing about his previous family made me completely understand why. But with the universe seemingly continuing to push us together, he decided to act on them a little more as… his true self.

And now he was gone again. Before, I would've felt relieved, maybe even elated. It meant one of his plans had been thwarted. Now I just felt depressed, empty.

Of course, I wasn't alone. Layton, Luke and Rosa were extremely kind to me making sure I was at least taking care of myself. Before she had to leave, Emmy reassured me that he was absolutely coming back for me (even teasing that it would be in some over-the-top, dramatic way). Grosky sent flowers and snacks, courtesy of the Yard (no doubt Emmy pulling some strings there). Even people we had met during our adventures sent postcards, telling me how they were doing and how wonderful I was helping with their problems.

It was certainly all very kind and generous, but… none of it truly helped.

There was a hole in my heart, and only one man could fill it.

~

"Clare! Clare!!"

With supreme effort, I rolled around to face Luke. He held a letter in his hand.

"Is that for me?" I asked him. He nodded. I thought about it for a second, and then started to roll over again. "Ok. I'll read it later then. Thank you, Luke."

The boy grabbed my shoulder. "Um, Clare… I think you should read this now."

I quirked an eyebrow as he handed me the envelope, took a few steps back and then left the room.

It had a cinnamon-colored wax seal with the letters "DS" inside. On the other side was my name trying to look fancy, but was clearly written by someone who didn't have the best handwriting. And it all smelled faintly of fruitcake.

I gripped the envelope like a lifeline, until my knuckles started to go white. It was him. It had to be.

Desmond.

As much as I wanted to rip the envelope open with no abandon to see what was inside… I couldn't bring myself to ruin it. I swiftly but gingerly managed to open it up without breaking the wax seal.

Inside was a letter.

"My dearest Clare,

I sincerely hope I haven't worried you these past weeks."

"Bit late for that," I couldn't help but mutter.

"All of my injuries are fully healed now, and I'm doing completely fine. Well… except for you not being here. It shattered my heart to leave you behind like that… but I had a few matters of business to take care of. I'll explain it all once we reunite."

I felt my heart leap. Reunite… with Desmond…

"I sense you may want to desperately, but please don't reply to this letter. Just come to the London Aerodrome in three days' time. I will be there, with the Bostonius and Raymond. Pack well. I promised I'd come back for you, and it's about to be fulfilled.

I don't deserve to ask anything of you now— not after everything I've done— but please… wait just a bit longer for me.

Forever and only yours,

Desmond"

~

The next three days were a complete blur of packing and re-reading the letter. "Pack well" probably meant that we were going somewhere. At the very least, somewhere. For a day? A few days? A few weeks? A few months?

…I found myself realizing that I didn't care how long or where we would be going. As long he was there, I wouldn't care.

Rosa eventually convinced me to perhaps pack a little less.

~

My alarm rang extremely early the day Desmond said he was going to come. I had set it up that way, not that I really needed the reminder. I was rushing out the door even before the crack at dawn.

The aerodrome was closed to the public at the time, but I climbed over the fence. Some chain link was not going to stop me.

And then I found a patch of grass to sit on… and waited.

The sun rose in the sky… and set. I was very glad Rosa packed me breakfast and lunch the day before.

I was getting antsier and antsier with every minute that passed.

I first reasoned that I had gotten here extremely early. Even Descole wouldn't be up this early for a scheme. So I waited.

Morning came and passed. I thought he probably wanted to be away from all the other planes and blimps, make it truly private. I still waited.

When noon came and went and the afternoon rolled in, I checked the letter again. Three days' time. I had gotten this letter three days ago. It was today, I was absolutely sure of it. I held the letter close to my chest, breathing in the fruitcake scent. I waited still.

It was only when the sun was beginning to set and the sky was alight in warm colors did I finally see the Bostonius in the sky.

It landed nearby, and I scrambled up to my feet, rushing to the ship. Rushing to him.

Once I got to the bottom of the stairs that led me up to the airship, I… paused. I wasn't really sure why. I didn't feel particularly winded. And of course, I wanted to see Desmond, so so badly. Why was I hesitating now, of all times?

Thankfully, the door at the top of the stairs opened, and right after… he stepped out.

Desmond. Looking just as he had before during the trip.

We caught each other's eyes nearly immediately, and time seemed to slow. I found I couldn't say a word. My throat was clogged up with all the words I wanted to say. My legs started to wobble a bit.

Meanwhile, Desmond's face went from surprise to sweet, soft joy and elation. "Clare…" He broke the silence by having my name pass through his lips.

And with that, I broke. Hearing him again after all this time made my knees crash to the ground, and I covered my eyes with my sleeves, trying to curl up into the smallest ball I could.

I vaguely heard the sounds of someone descending rapidly down the steps before I was swept up into someone's arms. I paused my crying to see who it was, but I didn't really need to. Of course it was Desmond. There were little tears in his eyes, but he smiled with immense brightness and warmth. "Hello, Clare," he said, just the littlest bit choked up.

I still couldn't say much; I just buried myself in his shoulder, my tears still pouring out. "S-Sorr—"

"No need to apologize, my love," he reassured me, stroking his thumb on my arm in a comforting gesture. As he made his way back up to the Bostonius, he left little kisses on the top of my head— or more accurately, he left kisses wherever his lips could reasonably reach. It barely seemed like he let himself breathe in between each one.

"You're gonna pass out if you keep that up," I joked in between deep breaths.

He started to laugh. "Oh dearest… just hearing your voice again… it makes my heart soar. I've missed you so much."

"…Me too."

#🐉🎮.txt #safeshiptember #clare's writing #seen a lot of things; places you ain't ever been 🐉💫 #lead me save me from my solitude 🎭🔧 #this guy. fellas this guy

[feuqueerfire]

Laws of Attraction Live Blogging

I liked To Sir, With Love and hope I like this one too. I was thinking of actually starting Pit Babe right now but there's still a week before that ends and I've been watching these shows pretty speedily, so ig I'll watch this now.

Ep 1 (Feb 3)

Bro, I knew the lawyer man is supposed to be kinda corrupt but I didn't know he was a lying cheater in court like this pls we're 2 mins in

Why does the shady site I'm watching at not translate his Mandarin >:(

oh true, iQiyi has ep 1 free

lmfaooo mans flewwww from that kick

Aw, I knew this was an enemies to lovers, so I didn't expect the meet cute and how charmed Charn is already

Tin's family is so cute (and such rascals lol), is one of them supposed to get hurt for the story to start?

This kid Tonkhao isn't gonna die or smth, is she?

Whelp man wtf that car was brutal

also why did they focus on that candidate or whatever poster before showing her getting run over, is he the one who was driving?

Oh, the driver was that politician's son

No, the politician's character should be mad at the son who postures big in front of everybody else as he throws his weight around but cowers in front of his father. The father should be angry that he's bringing such negative attention to him and his campaign, but obviously doesn't want this to taint his image and his family, so will put money behind cleaning his son's name anyway

Instead it's like the son is not only spoiled but is even talking back to his father and saying he's gotta clean up the mess for votes etc like no...

not this romantic eye contact with a grieving man, especially since Charn is gonna be representing the murderer I'm assuming

10 million baht? girl that's like 10k CAD, that's all? like Tin probably wouldn't have settled even if it was 10 billion baht (10 million CAD) but 10k is just insulting

damn, dramatic flashback of Charn being bound with a gun to his head?

girl this is already stressful since they're framing Tin, gotta get through 7.5 more episodes of this

Charn's smile is soooo irritating oughhh and mans has a gun?! wtf

Right, so it's not just a car accident, either the kid was drunk/on drugs or had some reason to kill the kid?

Since he got kicked out of the murderer's case, is it prime time to switch sides and be Tin's lawyer? Or is that against the contract? and not that Tin would trust him anyway lol

What is this intense music, makes it seem like Charn is going to do something untoward to a passed out Tin that he's taken to a bedroom and is undressing...

and he is also undressing... is Charn gonna make it seem like he and Tin slept together or smth?

Ep 2 (Feb 3)

oh I see okay Charn's sleazy but isn't gonna pretend that he and Tin did anything and is also gonna give a little speech about consent and sex under the influence

Oh, the murderous kid is searching for something in Tin's home... probably has something to do with why he killed the kid

poor Tonkhao and the memories haunting Tin

lol but Charn's defo giving the grandma and other aunt the ide that he and Tin had sex, as expected

loll the slow-mo and cuts in this fight + motorcycle stealing scene

a wound tending scene, of course. it's really cute though

I forgot to look at and reblog gifs for ep 1 oof I'll do it for both eps at once ig...

this slap from the father to the spoiled son should've come earlier on but at least it's here now

oh it wasn't even the dad who sent those lackeys to beat up Charn but his son

Are we supposed to be seeing a blooming romance between Khun noo and his bulter man Thee or smth? Because Thee's been soft toward this spoiled kid the whole time and now we're getting a wound-tending scene right after we got on for Charn and Tin

but we're also seeing spoiled Khun Noo be extremely callous but also it's framed as somewhat sympathetic, they're not gonna try to redeem him by the end or smth right?

I wonder how Sylvie's character (Maya) and this Ms. Rose (owner of a brothel or smth?) are gonna play into everything

oh, Rose is friends with Charn

ah, Khun Noo (I can't remember this kid's name fr) is looking for some doll at Tin's house?

Ow, Charn's understated, genuine smiles when he's not being a little maniac putting up a front

plss not grandma being like "Yeah, lots of girls chase after Tin but he's not interested in them. I know what my grandson likes."

Oof, obviously they've been building up to Charn's tragic past and I'm susceptible to it fr what with the "What happened to you before?" "Nothing. Nothing worth remembering. I forgot it already." and Charn's glassy eyes

Aw, something happened to Charn's mother :(

Also I knew that necklace was meaningful in some way! Mans is always wearing it (pairing it with shirts that show cleavage lol) and he was fiddling with it while thinking of his mother (although it doesn't appear in the scene where he's blindfolded and bound)

This is really engaging so far, has that same addictive quality of To Sir, With Love. I hope they can actually deliver and do it well in the remaining 6 episodes, it's such short runtime. At least the episodes are ~50-60 instead instead of 40-50.

Some people on the r/boys love on air thread mentioned that actually maybe the dad killed her while making the son take the fall. kinda makes sense since 1) we know he was there that day bc he bumped into tonkao 2) they’re very much hinting at a spoiled guy and bodyguard Thee romance (wound tending, soft eyes, literally carrying the drunk Khun noo over his shoulder)

Ep 3 (Feb 4)

is that dog the friend is taking the doll?

gonna show Tin how selfish people can be? Win over Tin? Is Charn gonna betraye Tin

ah the doll can talk can ur also record cuz someone in the on air also said maybe it recorded smth important

scary ass father choking him

if kid is really taking the fall for his father’s car crash killing someone and being urged to turned himself in because he’s young and a minor so won’t got as much punishment, it’ll really resemble the Death’s Game prison guy episode

…why was Charn there in the middle of the night? With the fire extinguisher? and if he has seen it from security cams and come from his home, why didn’t he call grandma and Tin to tell them to come out? and why is that guy recording? Charn did you do this

does the son really not do it? did Charn drop the ring as planted evidence?

as expected, Charn’s unethical behaviour is not behind us

Ep 4 (Feb 4)

pls Tonkhao getting beat up cuz she told the teacher that she'd handed out the wrong exam paper w/ answers

Also part of her punishment being watching Tin eat ice cream in front of her, so funny

Bro wtf is wrong with these people, why are they tryna beat up Tin with bats and then knife him like ik Tin was v daring to come confront them but it seems like such a stupid decision to just jump him instead of ignoring and going around him or smth but ig that's just the violent tendencies of this kid

okay but like are we actually supposed to have sympathy for this kid later on as he gets his little BL storyline or what?

I don't care about this bodyguard being protective of the kid anymore cuz they're both dumb af and annoying to me (though at least the bodyguard wasn't stupid enough to actually kill Tin)

They all keep hinting that everything's not as it seems but then beats up Tin for being like okay tell me what tf happened that night

Film is soooo good at the glassy eyed, unshed tears acting face

Ah, Charn confesses he set the fire

but he's still quite good at using pitiful language and "ah how could i still hope people see me in a good light? I'm just... evil"

pls grandma so funny even in her wisdom

lol not Charn "If you dare to touch a strand of hair on his head" girl you're giving yourself away

oof

That was actually a pretty good apology from Tin, apologized and actually said what he did wrong + enough justification to not make it seem like he's simpering but not too much to make it seem like he's deflecting

Ah, the father is now considering sending the troublesome son abroad to the states

yeah, why indeed did the dad let his son take a beating for so long before finding someone else to take the fall??

heh Charn (purposefully, delighted) changing in front of Tin and Tin going through it

oof almost kiss

Heh the women (I forget their names rip) have such a small part but I'm like :D hehe whenever they appear. And Silvy being like okay let's do a double date ;)

Oh interesting, so Tanthai wasn't gonna be driving that night because mans can't even walk when drunk, forget driving

oh you liar Charn being like "nooo it wasn't my plan to talk to that guy cuz we told each other that we'd share all our plans hehe"

Is this romantic progress

hm Tan's nightmare as he came across a bleeding and dying Tonkhao

pls, Tin practically screaming with his eyes for Charn to not let him leave and instead ask him to spend the night lmao

Sorry, this longass goodby scene killing me somehow. I can't tell if I'm reading it correctly though is it like Tin's kinda insecure about wanting to stay but not seeing the same eagerness from Charn -> he leaves but is kinda :| about it -> turns around hoping to see Tin but being disappointed to see the door's closing and he's not there -> then smiles when he sees that indeed Charn is still there seeing him go and waves bye

Ep 5 (Feb 4)

oh interesting, last episode when Charn was telling Tin to not trust anybody, even those you consider to be friends who are on your side, I was like maybe he meant that couple who works with them? Will they be doing something to sell out Tin? and i suppose they went that route

ohhh indeed the dog doll had a recording feature which says back what it's told. the people on the on-air threads guessed it in like ep 2 lol

They also guessed that the little friend and her mother are in kahoots with the politician and is why she took that doll, wonder if that'll turn out true

"When will you get dressed? Are you trying to seduce me?" Frrr Tin taking forever and a half while wearing clothes specifically in front of Charn directly

ah they're talking about what would've happened if All This hadn't happened after they'd met that first night because although they and the audience have both been very aware of the tension and attraction b/w them, they've not said anything until now

I like how bold Charn is with the topic fr though like first being like are you trying to seduce me? And then boldly grasping Tin's arm as he's moving away to be like what would've happened?

Grandmaaaaa don't interrupt!

Somehow this scene of Charn dropping a flower from the rooftop and them staring at each other while they smell the flowers is so Jiu (?) and Tian from To Sir, With Love. has the old time vibes

alks;dfj Charn talking sooo cutely to Tin on the phone at Rose's bar

Are we supposed to wonder if Charn's lawyer? bodyguard? dude is also betraying him or anything? Because he's very curious about the contents of the box

Oh, my guy was extremely into "what doll?" with the O.O eyes, there's no way he's not an informant for the politician right?

Ah, I was thinking they're gonna have the scapegoat killed when the politician mentioned him earlier in the ep but so weird from prisoners to murder someone in their cell like this, won't they just be given murder sentences

oh nvm lol disguise it as a suicide and ofc the cops are in their pockets too

rip not Charn being even worse at shooting after he said his plan to his superior

ah, as expected, Vit is working for the politician or smth lol this show really does "and now we will Heavily Hint at the upcoming betrayal" type format lol

Charn putting "bombs" to see who betrays him is good

the fire is really funny tho

girl pls the building straight up exploding is crazy

ahhh Maya and Grandma fun

lose your virginity? Tin?

alksdfjlaksdfjlk;sdj Tin being like "To apologize, I'll let you punish me. You can do anything to me." aksdfjlaksdfjslkdaf

only for fuckass Charn to choose this time to sleep smhhhhhhh

Maya saying she wishes her family could be like Grandma in terms of accepting Charn's queerness ahh me too

Oh, the Thai word for enemies seems similar to the Bengali word for it (sathru/shotru)

Oof, they're going to Charn's village + Charn's once again like hehehe I will control the politician and his money and power shall be mineeee (+ Tin will be happy with that arrangement too, trust)

Ep 6 (Feb 5)

girl

yknow what's up with these cars all driving on the white line

girl why tf are we singing and IN PUBLIC omg i'm skipping through it

a stalker? maybe an informant of the senator once again?

lol Vit didn't die despite the comedic fire and explosion?

I don't care enough about Tanthai and the bodyguard for them to be taking up screentime while they're cutely in hiding or whatever, go back to Charn and Tin

also are they in the same place as Charn and Tin or no?

ah rip broken doll?

Ah, we get the backstory

Oh, did Charn let the other new capitalist people also kill the original capitalist supporters?

Whose hand was wrapped around Charn's waist? The one-night-stand rose mentioned?

oh we're doing kissing and taking off shirts and everything

going behind Tin's back to send the senator a pic of that doll (now broken supposedly) to hold it over him

Ep 7 (Feb 5)

bruh, Charn really fucked Tinn and left the next morning to scheme against the politician oof

Tinn should really have recorded the stuff the dog said, hope he'll have the mind to record it now

oh Tan and Tee also had sex?

dumbass

lol sure I'll believe that Pai can rescue him like that

aw, the mother and Charn's bet about whether something good will come back to them for helping this village and it indeed saved Charn's life, so he lost

oof, Charn's ofc hiding what he's doing (going to senator himself) by saying senator sent someone to attack him

lmfao what, is the guy who Charn had a ONS with?

pls what is this guy T.T lol

bruh, i get Tin being like damn girl why are we at your ex's place but he's so irritating with being so jealous of Charn have had sex w/ ppl before like chilllll

okay good he realizes "Sorry for acting like an idiot"

aw, cute but I actually get so embarrassed at the Ruthless Night of the Horny

ah, meanwhile Charn's guilty face bc he's going behind Tin's back w the doll and senator. There's an episode and a half left, should I expect this to not be sorted out very well

Is Tan putting up his videos as posts??? Or is his dad in his iCloud? or is he hacking it or what girl

damn Tan is soooo dumb, he put up an IG story of being giggly with Tee fr?????? you're on the run girl

Not to rag on this random fictional woman who's also dead but I don't understand how these troubled characters' mothers often passed away from childbirth where they knew they could die and also the fathers are trash like wow you left your child who you apparently love so much with a literal criminal who might be terrible to your kid and hate them for "killing" you. anyway fuck this dad the most obvi but that doesn't really need to be said or discussed, it's just true and consensus

;akzjafklasdfklsadfj sorry Tin coming with part of the bed frame while he's handcuffed. Reminds me of some movie where the woman was running late and couldn't find the key, so literally had the whole bedframe backing while she got her kid ready for school or whatever, don't remember what it was called though...

okayy at least in the end, Charn isn't still pretending to have betrayed Tin

So much stupid shit (didn't even bother to mention the gun shot wound to his head apparently which healed in like 12 minutes at some kid's church room)

Ep 8 (Feb 6)

I know Charn keeps hinting at dying cuz he's like aw miss me please and take care of Tin and Grandma for me but literally why is he going to his death though? Is he gonna somehow broadcast them killing him red handed or smth?

Oh, Maya will livestream it or smth?

idc about this boxing fight

Enough of these mediocre action scenes bruh, where is Charn meeting with the senator and what's his plan and what are the lesbians Rose and Maya helping withhh

Wait, they were pretty clever with that plan but they didn't foresee anybody informing the senator that this was being broadcasted to hundreds of thousands of people?

Steal that man's gun!

Okayyyy I was like girl wtf no blood? but okay makes sense, he had bullet proof vest lol

ahh bossy Charn getting Tin to cater to his whims from the hospital bed

I don't get the point of Charn's teasingly detached attitude

damn, weird to realize that i kinda don't care - same feeling as atots engagement that did nothing for me bc I don't care about the characters

Actually, enjoyed the bit about marriage equality isn't just about love and romance, it's about having equal rights. Even queer people who aren't in love or in a relationship should have the same equal rights

Did Charn get that senator killed?

Girl I watched most of this at 1x speed and paying attention but now in these last 20 mins or whatever, why am I so bored? Why do I care so little? Watching at 1.5x and skipping when they're taking wedding photos or whatever without speaking.

Overall Thoughts:

I really liked To Sir, With Love which was a lakorn and so was different than every other BL I've watched and was hoping I'd similarly love this one, which is also brining something unique to the BL table. It started off really well for me, I thought Charn was such a fun character and was intrigued about what was going on. I liked the lesbians Maya and Rose as well ofc. However, I think toward ep 7 and 8, it kinda became very meh for me (that warehouse live stream scene not counting) because the mystery was too predictable/boring and thus had no tension, people kept making incredibly stupid decisions, and the montages of them preparing for the wedding was really boring, esp because I like the characters but am not into it enough to feel emotional about it. Nawin was a great addition in ep 7 though, so unexpected and fun. Unfortunate that the meh impression ended up being the last ones, since that sticks with me more than liking it more in the earlier eps.

Rating: 6/10

#ep by ep commentary #laws of attraction

[gemstone-roses]

Egyptian distractions

steven grant x neighbour reader, Marc spector x reader (kind of)

summary: Marc keeps lending you milk, Stevens concerned about your caffeine consumption.

Note: this is the first thing I've written since I took a long break from writing so please be kind. Likes ,reblogs and comments appreciated🥺

Warnings: language, reader is afraid of the dark, reader doesn't put themselves first. Comfort fic. Minors dni.

"oh for fucks sake" you yell, slamming your fridge door shut. It's too late to go the shop now and you need your coffee.

Marc hears you from across the hall, he gets up and grabs his milk and is opening the door right before you knock.

"Hey Marc, um so I ran out of milk again and i-

"Here" he says chuckling, thrusting it into your hand

"Thanks" you said sheepishly

"So how's the essay coming?, you made any progress since I last saw you?" He's genuinely curious.

"Mm yeah great, I've written three hundr- thirty. I've written thirty words" you sigh

"Y/n, I saw you this morning" he says with amusement.

"Yeah I know I just, can't concentrate, my mind keeps wandering and I can't focus, hence, the coffee"

" what have you been doing for the past, 6 hours" he checks his watch, for added affect.

" I got, distracted" you say , avoiding his gaze.

"You were reading that book steven gave you weren't you" he says

"Um yes." You laugh.

Steven had given you a book on Egyptian mythology, since you bumped into him at the museum and you'd told him it was one of your childhood interests that you hadn't had time to pursue properly since your life took a U turn at aged 12 and you had to grow up fast.

Marc shakes his head with a smile.

"Oi, tell them to slow down with the coffee" steven says to marc

Marc rolls his eyes, Stevens concern for you was adorable.

"Anyway, I better get back, goodnight" you say.

"See you soon" Marc teases.

"Marc that much caffine is not good for anyone" steven admonishes, " they need a break,you know what, I know what to do, give me the body marc"

You stare at the screen of your laptop, eyes burning from the amount of time you've spent sat there. A knock at the door startles you.

"Alright love" he plays with the collar on his shirt

"Hey steven" you grin

"Come on then!"

"Where are we going?" You question

"You'll see" steven has a hint of mischievousness in his voice

"Alright then let me just finish my coff-

"Nope" he pulls your arm out the door and drags you playfully away.

"But-

"Shush" he winks at you

"Steven we can't it's the middle of the night!" You whisper

"Yes we can darling because I, have a key" he presents the key with some dramatic flair before grabbing your hand once more

"Come on love you'll love it" he's excited and it's infectious.

Steven opens the doors to the museum and leads you in.

"do you think we can turn the lights on?" You ask

"Better not, don't wanna scare the residents do we" he chuckles

You let out a small whimper

"Oh, oh! are you afraid of the dark?" There's no malicious or teasing in his tone.

"Tell you what,I'll grab a torch and, I won't let go" he assures you, linking his arm with yours.

you cling onto him tightly as the two of you walk to the Egypt section of the museum, feeling safe with him.

"And that's where toothpaste came from and women from that time yeah they actually had a decent amount of rights which a lot of people find surprising and, oh sorry I'm rambling"

"don't be sorry,I like hearing you talk, plus it's really interesting so ramble away"

"thanks y/n" he says sweetly.

"right, here we are, um so, don't tell anyone about this yeah cause its not being unveiled till next week" steven removed the sheet covering the glass case.

"Oh wow" you gasped

"Yeah it's pretty impressive right"

"it's amazing I've never seen anything like it" you said. You couldn't believe steven had given you backstage access to a future exhibit.

"Sit down" he said

"Feeling any better?" Steven asked

"I was feeling fine-

"No you were not! You were frazzled and stressed and basically vibrating and you drink too much coffee!" He said softly

"I needed to get my essay finished"

"You have to allow yourself to relax y/n, you deserve it," steven said, he had a hint of sadness in his voice, like it hurt him to know you weren't putting yourself first.

"I see you doing so much, for everyone, for work, for university, for people ,never yourself. Promise me, when it gets too much, you'll come to me"

"I promise" you leaned your head on his shoulder

"No like really promise, cause I'll get Marc to have a word with you and he's a bit mean sometimes so"

"Yeah" you chuckled, "I really promise"

"Good, he sighed, wrapping his arm around you.

"Steven?"

"Yeah?"

"Thankyou" you smiled.

He held you tighter.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon night #steven grant x you #moon knight imagine #steven grant imagine

[tokiloki]

@inky-page Tumblr ate your ask I'm sorry but here you go. ❤️

💮 TR BOYS WITH A GIRLFRIEND WHO SPEAKS 4 LANGUAGES

🌸Characters : Rindou Haitani, Baji and Sanzu Haruchiyo.

🏵️Warnings/note : Fem reader/Second point of view (you, your) /Slight cursing. /Brief mention of drugs in Sanzu's part/ fluff/ slight crack/generally astonished boyfriends./ An au where all the manga pain doesn't exist/Canon divergence.

HARUCHIYO SANZU/ AKASHI::

-Your boyfriend was shocked when he found out. And honestly, he didn't find out in the best of ways.

- He was just lounging on the sofa while you took a shower, lazily flicking from channel to channel while waiting for you to come out.Thats when he heard what was one of the most terrible noises in his life, coming from the shower.

- He ran in panic as he heard you screech an impressive number of curses, some he didn't recognise as his language. He barged into the bathroom calling out your name, only to see you struggling with the shampoo stuck in your eyes. Screaming at everyone and everything.

"Y/N ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

"HARU? DO I LOOK ALRIGHT?"

-He stood there for a hot minute, shocked at the number of different notes that flew from your mouth.

- Ignoring the situation, he simply leaned on the doorframe and asked about how many languages you spoke.

-You were going to kill him, no seriously because the shampoo in your eyes was doing wonders to your raging temper, only adding to the fuel.

"OOOH how interesting! How many languages do you speak Y/N darling? Do you attend classes or something?"

"HARUCHIYO SANZU, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE RIGHT TIME? IS IT THE RIGHT TIME HARUCHIYO?"

"You're right, you're right, stop staring at me like that calm down."

-Since that day onward, he asked you the most random questions to date.

"Y/N sweetheart, what do you call cocaine in (language)?"

"Babe I swear I never researched drug or gun names in my language courses, let me sleep it's 2 am."

------

"Y/N did the duolingo owl ever terrorise you into studying? Is that why you studied so many languages?"

"Haru shut the hell up before I go to sleep on the couch"

"You wouldn't"

"Keep talking and we'll see"

RINDOU HAITANI ::

-Honestly, you’re the one who told Rindou about your unique specialty , you admittedly actually hoped for some kind of astonishment, or amazement from your stoic boyfriend.

-Instead all you got from him was a cool shrug and a question of what languages you spoke, after that he just went back to scrolling absentmindedly on his phone.

-You knew Rindou wasn’t one for words, but still, it would’ve been nice if he showed a little enthusiasm -its not everyday someone speaking 4 languages appears. The thought crossed your mind before you could stop it.

Did he even care?

-It must’ve shown on your face because Rindou sighed, dropping his phone to the side and pulling you closer to his body, mumbling apologetic words, you squirmed, insisting you knew and that it didn’t hurt.

“Y/N I promise I care, you know how I am”

“Rin! No it’s alright, I know, don’t worry!”

-Your reaction didn’t satisfy him, even though you thought it did. In fact, you almost forgot the entirety of the tense incident, until a number of weeks later when it made it’s way back into your conversations.

-You two had been sitting on the couch, your head rested above his chest with his arm around your waist as you watched a boring movie. You were slowly slipping off into small bouts of sleep, eyes tired and head drowsy when you heard a quiet voice mumble.

“Y/N?

“What’s wrong Rin”

*in foreign language* “I love you Y/N, you know that right?”

“I love you too Rin-”

-Your eyes flew open in shock, tilting your head up to meet his dimmed violet eyes staring at you. He rarely ever commented on his love for you, but that wasn’t what shocked you, this time, he had commented in one of the languages you had thought he wouldn’t even recall.

“Hold on” 

-You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, peering up at him again, his face was dusted with a light blush, one you could barely see in the dark room. He averted his gaze away, blush darkening as you stared up at him in shock. Finally you spoke.

“Since when...did you even learn...that?”

“A while ago dumbass”

“A while ago?”

“From when...from when you told me you could speak a bunch of languages, I just thought to take one up.”

-Rindou wouldn’t say anything else regarding it after that, resorting to intense focus on the movie onscreen, he wouldn’t tell you but the look of hurt that had flashed on your face when you told him had him sinking in guilt.

-He recalled the deep anxiety he found himself sinking into, thinking that you thought the worst of him. He wanted to show you that the 'I love you's' he murmured were truly heartfelt.

-Ran said he was being over dramatic, but Rindou had honestly found no other way to prove to himself and you that he cared for everything you did and said. The warmth that bloomed through his chest at your excited smile was worth every minute he had spent trying to learn a language to connect to you.

That night, Rindou was free of his worries, which had all been soothed by your smile.

BAJI KEISUKE ::

-Listen, he is proud of you. He thinks that you're deservedly the smart one in the relationship, maybe the one smart person he will sit and listen to all day.

-When he heard from a friend of yours that you spoke four languages he was genuinely amazed, exclaming to you later on just how amazing and impressive that was.

-You even slowly began to realise that he was picking up on common phrases you used, his eyes would gleam over with pride whenever you said a single word, instantly bookmarking it for another day.

-To someone else it might have seemed like Baji was the multilingual one, but no he was just hyping you up every minute he could.

-It actually ended up being helpful as you helped him with language studies, he thought your methods were better than the teachers anyways.

-Baji was always motivated to do better by you and his desire to keep his mother happy, so motivated he found himself studying voluntarily, shocking the Toman members so badly to the point that you actually received a frantic call from Mikey asking if you had drugged Baji.

-You regularly answered multiple random questions from him, most of them were things like 'alright how do you say you're beautiful?' only to repeat your words with a cheerful grin, making you laugh at his cheesy techniques.

-Baji, despite all his wholesome actions, was also the first person to ask you for every possible curse in every language you spoke, grinning enthusiastically as you nervously recited words you wished you didn't know.

-Actually Baji even learnt curses you didn't know existed, saying that he was "merely deepening his knowledge"

-But all in all, Baji loves you and all your 'random mumbo jumbo' as he calls it. He's never been so proud to love a girl before, and he apologises for all the random questions he cursed you with.

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A/N : im sorry for how long this turned out. I got to Rindou and kinda got carried away, anyways first fic I hope you liked it! Reblogs and likes much appreciated 💖

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Unexpected bond

Book: Bloodbound (between book 2 and 3)

Pairing: Adrian Raines x Lily Spencer (friendship) / Mention of Adrian Raines x MC

Words: 1.960

Rating: Mature

Warning: Angst / Mention of violence, death and harassment

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His jacket was on the floor, where he had thrown it a couple hours ago. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as his forearms rested on his knees. He had his eyes shut and his back against the wall. His breathing was erratic and faltering, incapable of calming down. The powerful aura that he used to have, had completely disappeared, leaving him broken and defeated, looking as terrible as he felt inside. Whoever knew him beforehand and saw him at this moment, would doubt that that was actually the same Adrian Raines.

His hands had remnants of dried blood, the same that had coloured his white shirt, red. His body was still healing some wounds, cuts and a few broken bones, and bruises as result of their confrontation with Gaius. Every time he breathed, he felt a stinging pain in his chest but he couldn't care less. He had decided to not move from there no matter how long it took. Maybe she woke up before the expected, scared or disorientated. Maybe her bloodkeeper condition made it different for her and she needed some kind of help. Or maybe… Simply, he just couldn't leave her side. Whatever the reason was, he had decided to stay there, in Raines Corp.’s basement, near the sarcophagus in which, and he desperately hoped it was the case, Amy's body was changing, slowly transforming into a vampire.

As a couple of tears slipped on his cheeks, passing through the bloody print that her hand left on his skin as he held her, he couldn't avoid thinking how afraid he was of losing her, to face the world without her. Amy had saved them, after he had promised her he would protect her, she sacrificed herself for them. For him.

He squeezed his eyes tightly, letting his head fall back, against the wall. No matter how hard he tried, the images kept replaying over and over in his mind, in a horrible and constant loop. Amy taking the branch, getting close to Gaius. Her pained gasp as the sword went through her chest and emerged from her back. How his throat hurt from yelling her name, incapable of doing anything else but watch. The fire in her eyes, using the last of her strength to stab Gaius as her blood slipped down in the hilt of the sword onto Gaius' hand. Her little smile before she noticed that her knees gave up and hit the floor first as the rest of her body fell down. How quickly her skin became pale and cold as he held her, knowing that there was only one thing that could save her. How, mortally injured, she cupped his face, almost happy that they had 'won', even if right now it felt like he was about to lose everything that was important to him.

"Adrian?" His eyes flushed open, seeing Lily down the stairs. Her eyes puffy and bloodshot, all her usual energy and almost childlike happy mood, had disappeared. For the first time since he had met her, she seemed like an elderly woman who had lost against life itself. She sat beside him and offered him a pack of blood and what seemed to be a clean shirt.

"Thank you Lily, but I don't need it."

"You do." She gave him a broken look. "You think she would be okay seeing you still hurt?" She placed both things between them. "You are important to her, Adrian. She did what she did to save us. To save you."

"She shouldn't have done it! Now she's--" His voice abruptly cut, incapable to even put into words his fears and torments.

"I know." Lilly replied, distractedly fiddling with one of her rings. "But she's brave and her heart is bigger than anyone I've ever met." A pained smile lifted her lips a little. "Amy would never watch us die if she could avoid it. You know that." She fixed her stare on him, her voice a bit shattered. "Exactly like you or any of us would have done for her if the rolls were reversed."

"But I couldn't." His mind returned to the night before, when they had sleep holding each other. It felt so far away. "I promised her I would protect her no matter what and I couldn't. I failed her." It was the first time they shared this kind of conversation and time alone. It was obvious that Lily had a stronger relationship with Jax, like Adrian had with Kamilah. But, even if they were worried and sad too, right now, the pain Lily and Adrian were feeling, was different from theirs and had brought them together. "I should never have allowed her to get involved in this." To his surprise, she giggled.

"If you think you could have told her what to do, I'm sorry but you don't know her as well as you think." Adrian chuckled a bit alongside her. Lily was absolutely right about that.

"Did she ever tell you about the first time she saw me transformed, on her first day of work?" He wasn't sure why he asked her that. Probably because it was the moment that he realized that she would be special for him, even if he didn't know how much.

"Only a few parts."

"In almost 300 years a lot of people had learned the way she did about all this. And most… If not all of them, begged to forget, to return to their old lives." Despite himself, he smiled at the memory. "Amy… She just stood there. For a little while, she got scared, of course, but… She didn't run or scream. She started to ask me questions, curious, looking at me the exact same way she did all that day. Before her eyes, I was still… Me. She even joked about Nicole being dramatic during the feeding." He let out a sorrowful and shaking sigh. "I took her to Priya's fashion show and she told the security that she was my partner instead of my assistant." They both softly laughed.

"I think she had a crush with you almost instantly." Lily crossed her legs under her. "That night, before returning to the office, we chatted a bit. When I asked her about how you were, her answer was, and I'm quoting here 'super hot'." She said smiling at the same time that her palm dried her cheeks. "She was so happy to be able to stay in New York."

"It was an absolutely mutual feeling." Adrian passed his fingers through his hair, feeling an ache in his heart as his memory returned to the first time he saw her, that she had given him one of her beautiful smiles. "That night, she cut her hand with a glass. All the vampires around were drawn towards the fresh blood, to her."

"I know the feeling." She sadly murmured. "She mentioned that part actually, that you helped her and stood in front of her."

"I will never forget how she hugged me from behind. How when she was scared, she trusted me." His eyes started to burn with fresh tears. "She not only didn't allow the debriefing, but also convinced me to show her around the library." The tears ran free on his face and he didn't try to stop them. "She's brave and stubborn in the most wonderful way."

"I think you are not aware how important you are to her." They stood in silence, lost in their thoughts and memories until Lily talked again. "Amy had always tried to watch over you."

"I know she did." His voice was a low raspy whisper.

"Actually, I suspect you don't know how much." After a pause she sighed, as she had made a decision. "Amy is going to kill me for this…" She muttered. "There's something that she never told you." Adrian noticed the subtle change in her voice. "But I'm convinced you deserve to know." She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. "After the trial where Vega framed you and they declared you guilty, everybody started to discuss how to divide your stuff and..." She stood in silence, her eyes filled with doubts.

"What happened, Lily?" He shifted his gaze to look at her, taking his attention from the coffin for the first time.

"Priya grabbed her from the throat and 'claimed' her for herself." Lily shivered a bit beside him as his blood seemed to boil and freeze at the same time. "She said that she wanted to break her. And after forcing her to watch you die, maybe kill her."

"Was she hurt?" Adrian frowned, clearly disturbed as a new wave of anguish went through his factions. He was conscious of all the times she had been in danger because of him but discovering that there were occasions that she hadn't told him to protect him, it felt like a powerful hand grabbed his heart and squeezed it slowly and extremely painfully.

"Kamilah stopped her almost immediately but she had a bruise around the neck for a couple weeks. She covered it with makeup."

"Amy never told me about that." He lowered his face, both of his hands holding it, seeming overwhelmed as his fingers ran through his hair.

"I know. She didn't want you to know. She was sure you would feel guilty even when it wasn't your fault." Lily stared at his eyes, he never had seen her gaze so intense. "What do you think was the first thing she said, when we left the temple after that?" Adrian stared at her back, unsure if he wanted to know. "She asked Kamilah how we could help you, to save you." Lily sadly smiled at him. "Even back then she didn't wanted to lose you. That's why she did what she did tonight."

He remembered the deep sadness and concern he saw in her when their eyes locked to each other as he was dragged away. The softness of her hand and words when she had found him in The Baron's dungeon. The happiness he felt when he saw her in front of him. "I didn't want to lose her either." He forced himself to say the words that couldn't stop repeating internally. "I don't want to lose her. I can't. I need her, she just can't di--" The lump in his throat cutted his voice, incapable of ending the last word.

"I don't know if she had heard you but… If it's worth something, I know she loves you too, Adrian." Lily murmured, her voice gruff. "You are the most important person to her." Her hands dried her cheeks. "Well, the second more important at least. Best friends and roommates rights, you know."

"I'll take it." Adrian smiled before his face fell again. "And it's worth more than you can imagine." His eyes fixed again on the sarcophagus. "I just hope to have the chance to tell it to her like she deserves. And maybe hear her say it back."

Lily took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, standing up. "Are you sure you want to stay here?"

"Yes." She nodded and headed to the stairs. "Lily." He called her and she stopped to watch him. "Thank you. For the blood and everything afterwards."

"You are welcome, Adrian." She leaned against the wall for a minute. "I just know how sad she would be seeing you like this." She stared at the sarcophagus one last time, thinking the same thing that has been in Adrian's mind the last two hours and couldn't dare to face it: how silent the coffin was, without even a faint heartbeat or shallow breathing coming from it. Almost like it was empty.

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I Like You A Latte

Requested by @dumble-daddy​ - “coffee!!!! shop!!!! au!!!! where the barista keeps writing bad pickup lines on bby elijah’s cup every time he orders a drink!!! and he just looks at them like!!!! dAMN!!!!” I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!! I hope you like it!!!💗💓

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Pairing: Human! Elijah x Female! Reader

Word Count: 2370+

Warnings: hmmm none

Monday mornings in Manhattan can be one of two things: they can either be an inspiring start to your week or sheer hell, and for Y/N it seemed to be shifting towards the latter today. She dashed out of the subway and started running for her life – she was going to be late for her shift at Starbucks, and her insufferable manager would have her head. Six minutes to 8 am, she thought, checking her watch, okay, I can get there in four. "Shit, I'm sorry!" she yelled as she bumped hard into a woman's shoulder, who gave her a dirty look, but she couldnt risk stopping. 

The infamous green logo was finally in visibility, and in a minute she was bursting through the side doors into the kitchen, then bending from the waist clutching the excruciating stitch in her side. "Damn, girl", her friend and colleague Cami said, laughing and looking concerned at the same time, "what happened to you?"

Y/N couldn't speak from all the panting, she staggered over to an empty countertop and tied her apron strings while she caught her breath. "Oh God", she said, still slightly breathless, "I woke up so late today, I had to run all the way from the damn subway to here." Cami shot her a sympathetic grimace. "We should probably get out there before Tristan has a cow", she said, and both of them rushed through the door to the front counter. As usual, the place was fairly crowded with college students and sophisticated professionals alike. Y/N saw Tristan glare menacingly at the two of them, but since they weren't technically late he couldn't make a comment.

In an hour's time, Y/N felt as though she had served about three hundred Americanos and sugary sweet Frappuccinos, and she was already tired of it. In all honesty, she hated being a barista, but it was a means to an end, so four days a week she plastered a smile on her face and made people's coffee and mopped floors and took out trash. She needed the money to help pay off her student loans, not to mention rent. She saw her next customer walk up to the till out of the corner of her eye. "Good morning!" she said, keeping her voice unbearably chipper, "I'm Y/N, how can I help you today?" Her voice wavered as she got a proper look at him – he was probably the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He didn't look that much older than her, maybe three or four years at most, but everything about him screamed 'money', from his perfectly coiffed hair to the tailored suit to the expensive watch on his wrist. "Hello", he said with a crooked smile. His voice was deep, with an unusual yet captivating accent. "I'd like a tall latte with an extra shot, please." Y/N mentally pulled herself together and quickly took his order down.

"Can I get your name?", she asked, half because it was her job and the other half out of personal curiosity. "I'm Elijah", he replied. "Elijah. Cool name", she said, her wide smile becoming borderline manic with every passing second. God, he's hot. Who let him walk in here looking like freaking Adonis? "Excuse me", she heard him say distantly, snapping her back to reality. "I'm running a bit late, so if you wouldn't mind..."

"Yes! Of course, um, that'll be $3.75", she told him, feeling the embarrassment creeping up her neck. He handed her a five dollar bill, and slipped the change that she gave him back into the tip jar. Walking over to the coffee machine where Cami was working, Y/N swooned silently while she took a peek at Elijah. "Holy crap, that guy you're serving is crazy hot", she whispered. "I know right?!" Y/N whispered back, as she pushed a few buttons, waiting for the machine to pour out his drink. She fidgeted nervously, debating the extremely bad idea that was running through her mind. "Okay, you know how you say I never do anything crazy, or take risks? I'm about to do something crazy", she said in a rush, picking up his latte and slapping a lid on it. She scribbled his name on the cup, plus a little something extra, and headed to the other end of the counter. "I have a tall latte, extra shot for Elijah!" she called out. He made his way through a small crowd of people to the front. "Thank you", he said to her, giving her a friendly smile as he took the cup from her. "You're welcome and have a great day!"

"What did you do?" Cami asked, confusion on her face. "I may have written a coffee-related pick up line on his cup", she replied, covering her mouth with her hands. "Y/N! You did not just do that!" Cami said, shocked at her friend's sudden courage. "Well he's never been here before and I'll probably never see him again, so I figured why not?" she reasoned, as Cami burst out laughing. A furious voice suddenly boomed behind them. "I do not pay you two to chat." Both of them nervously turned around in unison. "Get back to work", Tristan scoffed. "Sorry, Tristan", they muttered apologetically, and back to work they went.

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Elijah got in the back seat of the car waiting outside, and motioned for the driver to start moving. He was already ten minutes late for his first day at work: not a great way to set a good example. The traffic in Manhattan was so much heavier than back home in New Orleans. His feet tapped the floor of the car as though of their own accord – he was nervous to head an office on his own, without Father's help, and when he was nervous, coffee helped. As he took the first satisfying sip, he noticed something scrawled on the side of his cup, and took a closer look. Right below his name in small, untidy writing read, If you were ground coffee, you'd be espresso cause you're so fine. He almost dropped the cup in his initial shock – he wasn't used to such boldness – but then couldn't help but let out a long, loud laugh. Smooth move, Y/N, he thought sarcastically. He decided then that he would be coming back to that particular Starbucks a lot more in the future.

‐The next day-

Through the onslaught of yesterday's business meetings, Elijah found his mind continually wandering back to that terribly corny line on his coffee cup, and to her – and that's why he was standing outside the coffee shop again, in the hopes of seeing her. It took gumption and a certain lack of shame to take a shot like she did, and he liked that. But it was when he walked through the doors and caught sight of her behind the counter that he realised just how pretty she was, with eyes like stars and skin that glowed like a sunset. He waited in line impatiently for his turn.

Y/N was having a decent morning so far: thankfully she managed to get to work on time, and she was feeling weirdly cheerful after her stint with yesterday's hot guy. Thank God I'll never see him again, she thought, inwardly snickering, could you imagine the horror– "Hello", she heard a familiar voice say from behind. She froze at the sound of it. Good Lord, that's him.

Elijah noticed her eyes widen at the sight of him for just a moment before she composed herself. "Good morning!" she said in an unnaturally chirpy voice that he assumed was solely for the workplace, "I'm Y/N, what can I get you today?" He gave an amused chuckle. "I remember your name, Miss. And I'd like one tall latte with an extra shot please, same as yesterday." She took down his order, feeling his stare burning into her. "That'll be $3.75." He handed over the money, and put the change into the tip jar again. "Oh, it's Elijah, right?" she asked him, trying her hardest to be nonchalant. He hummed and nodded in response, and she turned around to walk away. "By the way," she heard him say behind her, "you're quite the writer, aren't you?" Her head whipped around to look at him. "I wasn't quite so impressed though. I think you can do better." A faint smirk formed on his lips, and he looked at her as though challenging her. She narrowed her eyes a degree and smirked back before walking off. He wanted more, well, he was gonna get it. She scribbled the cheesiest line she could think of onto the cup, laughing to herself at how bad it was.

He was waiting for her at the other end of the counter. "Here's your drink", she said, handing it to him with a smug smile on her face. "I hope you enjoy it." He laughed quietly. "I'm sure I will. You have a good day", he said, raising his cup to her and then walking out.

Elijah waited until he was back inside his car to read it. Bean thinking about you a latte and you are mocha me crazy! He burst out laughing, and couldn't stop smiling to himself the whole car ride long.

-

Over the next few days, Elijah bought several drinks in exchange for more gems like You are just the way I like my coffee. Tall, dark and strong, and Careful, hot coffee! Oh wait, nevermind, not as hot as you. It became something that both of them looked forward to, until he stopped showing up. It been a week since she had seen him last, and every morning she would search through the crowd for him, to no avail.

"Hey," Cami said, sidling up to Y/N, trying to avoid Tristan's line of sight, "haven't seen your hot rich guy for a minute. What gives?" Y/N rolled her eyes dramatically. "First of all, his name is Elijah, and secondly, he is not my hot rich guy so I have no idea where he is." Just then, she thought she caught a glimpse of his car rolling up outside, and suddenly, there he was, as godly as ever. "Speak of the devil", Cami whispered teasingly. "Shut up", Y/N mouthed.

He made his way over to her in just a few strides. "Hey!" she exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see him. "Haven't seen you around in a while." He looked just as happy to see her. "I had to go back home for some time. Family drama", he explained. "I get that", she replied, "so what can I get ya?"

"The usual, please", he said, grinning, giving her the money. "Coming right up!" she said, about to turn away. "Oh, wait", he said. "I brought my own cup, if that's alright." He handed over a matte black reusable cup. "That's great", she said, taking it. "I'll have your drink ready in a minute."

Damn, even his coffee cup is fancy, she thought, turning it over in her hands to see his initials engraved on the side – E.M. She took off the lid, and to her surprise, found a folded up piece of paper inside. She took it out and unfolded it – it was a handwritten note, in penmanship just as immaculate as his suits. She read it discreetly so that no one could see.

Y/N,

The entire week that I was with my family, I found myself unable to stop thinking about you and your ghastly pick up lines. If you wouldn't mind, I would love to take you out someday. So... java number I can call you on?

Fondly, Elijah.

She blushed furiously and stuffed the note inside her pocket. As she waited for the machine to pour out his drink, she thought of what to write back. Of course she would love to go out with him, but she needed to think of something witty to say. Grabbing a tissue, she carefully wrote her reply on it, and placed it under his cup. He watched her walk towards him with a strange smile on his face.

"Here you go", she said quietly, brushing his hand accidentally-on-purpose as she handed him the cup. His skin was warm and rough. "Thank you", he replied, as he spotted what looked like a phone number on the tissue. He took a quick look at it.

Elijah,

I knew there was something brewing between the two of us. Yes, I'd love to go out with you. Call me :)

Y/N

He laughed softly to himself. She looked at him expectantly, wondering if he might say anything. "So I guess I'll see you soon, then", he said, eyes twinkling. "I guess you will", she replied, smiling back at him. Unexpectedly, he shot a sly wink at her, and she felt the blood rush back to her cheeks as he walked out the door.

-

As Y/N got back to her tiny studio apartment that night after work and class, she heard the muffled sound of her ringtone. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she saw an unknown number flashing on her screen. She answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello", she heard the familiar deep voice say. "This is Elijah." She chuckled, "I know it's you. Are you calling to say you miss my puns already?" It was his turn to laugh now. "As a matter of fact, I do miss them. So, I was wondering if I could hear some more this Friday over dinner." She shifted her weight from side to side, playing with an errant lock of hair. She had half-expected him to not call at all. "Um, yeah, yes. Friday is good, it's great." God, why am I so awkward, she thought, smacking the side of her head.

He wished she could see the smile on his face. "Great. I'll text you the details soon", he said. "Cool", she said, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. "Um, I should go. Gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Of course. I look forward to seeing you soon. Goodnight, Y/N", he said. "Goodnight", she said as she flopped onto her bed, an irrepressible grin on her face. She already knew she wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

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hey who told me to watch Fleabag cmere I just wanna talk

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A snipped for Ayesha 💙 @barnesandco

SamBucky - The Things We Say in The Night

Bucky never intended on staying with the Wilsons, with Sam, but in the days and weeks after Sam took up the mantle, he kept being handed excuses to stay. 

“I could use your help with training.” 

“Could you take a look at the boiler?” 

“I have a game tomorrow, will you come see me play, Mr Barnes?” 

So days turned into weeks, and weeks. Nights on the couch turned into an apartment near the harbour that he rarely went to anyway because when he did, he could never muster the strength to climb into his too new bed. Instead, he spent his nights on couches or on the floor of the boat. 

He made himself useful to them, and in time, useful to the community. It wasn’t the easy nameless acceptance of New York, no, it was recognition in their eyes and somehow openness in their hearts. A place to call home even if you weren't ready to be claimed by such a thing, the tight fist on his gut that made everything temporary loosened with each passing day. 

And yet, he was still stuck in the loop. Of living without living, or living for other people. 

Truthfully, he doesn’t know what to do now that he isn’t working his way through a list of names or in a world ending fight. 

It’s a late night on the boat, Sam decided to try out the new fishing nets he got and dragged Bucky out with him way too early that morning, so now they are both dog-tired and hungry, sharing a pot of pasta Sarah made them take with them that tastes like it was made with gold. 

“So, what's next?” Sam asks between mouthfuls, looking at Bucky that way he does sometimes, like theres answers on his face rather than from his mouth. 

“Well, normally people go to sleep at the end of the day.” Bucky replies, knowing full well that's not what he meant. 

“For you, what's next for you?” Sam clarifies, and then suggests, “A beach in Bora Bora? A NASCAR driver? Trying all the different kinds of cheese?” 

Bucky rolls his eyes and tries not to show the panic that grips his lungs, chews on his lip as he tries to think of what he might say. Or not say. 

“Figured I’d help out Captain America when he inevitably fucks up.” Bucky tries to throw a little smirk but his lips don’t quite cooperate so he ends up doing a grimace instead. Instead of the smart remark he expected, Sam is quiet. Too quiet. 

“You know you are allowed to enjoy life, right?” 

“Am I?” It leaps from Bucky's mouth before he can stop it, the blade's edge of his thoughts brought free by Sam's gaze. 

“That's the thing with being the one who survived. You have to find a way to live.” Sam's look lays him bare, “Otherwise, you might as well both be gone.” 

Bucky doesn’t know what to say to that. 

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#2

Bucky is hilariously dramatic and I am here for it. He really did stockpile sass for 70+ years. Hobbit reading lil toddler in disguise

37 notes • Posted 2021-03-29 19:12:59 GMT

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Hello friends. I've been gone a lot recently and it's been even longer since I wrote anything, never mind posted so I'm truly sorry to all who followed for the fanfic. I'm even sorrier to those who have no idea how they ended up here, tumblr.... eh?

Anyways, super quickly, myself and my tiny human have had like back to back illnesses for 2 months, my gran passed away and I started a new job which is great but also requires a lot more of me. So all in, its been a lot. I'd like to come back soon tho, I miss writing a lot and reading even more.

Anyways, I'm at a cabin for a few days to rest and refill my cup. Signing off with the view...

45 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 23:15:59 GMT

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Just responding to the tags on your vent because reblogging vents makes me feel bad, but I have to remind myself that these goals aren't set to harm me, and if I can't reach all of them that's okay. I remind myself that this is an "eventually" and not a "right now". I don't know anything about your experiences, but I know looking at some of your goals I kind of went "Oh no way I could do that" and if you're feeling like one or multiple are unachievable it's important to communicate that. Make it clear that this isn't just insecurity, you genuinely don't believe you'll be able to do that. If your therapist is pressuring you to get this all done as a "right now" and not an "eventually" it may be time to take a step back and consider if they are a good fit, and truly have your best interests at heart-not just an agenda to make you come off as nuerotypical. Again, it depends on your goals personally and your experiences with them. They may not be doing that at all! They may be a great fit! But, no one on here can tell you that. If you aren't sure, talk to someone you trust about it. Find your limits and boundaries, and communicate them as openly as you can. If they're met with abrasion and callous responses, it may be time to find a new therapist who will work with you. I know this sounds like me hating on your therapist-but that's 100% because of personal bias' and negative personal experiences. I'm predisposed to read certain things as red flags, but I don't know your situation and I've done my best to keep this unbiased for you. Hopefully something in here is helpful, and you don't have to answer this at all. But you can if you want to. Just deleting it is totally valid though.

I really appreciate this message, thank you! Its hard reminding myself of anything positive when I'm so burnt out. Its all self frustrations really: I'm frustrated that I'm this way, that I need therapy and medication, and need to take baby steps to function on basic adult levels when I'm already almost 25 yrs old. I keep reminding myself that its okay to need extra help and to take extra time, but any time I have an issue I get really discouraged and feel like that no matter how hard I try to change and remind myself, I keep messing up just the same. Like I've been in and out of therapy since I was in 5th grade and I've been on so many medications that barely worked...

My therapist, thankfully, isn't saying my homework has to all be done by the next time we meet in a few weeks - but she wants me to start thinking of applying my homework, maybe trying it and sticking to it so see if I notice a change. But really she wants me to get into seeing a psychiatrist first so I can go back on medication, since medications usually take at least a month to begin seeing any changes.

I'm just more overwhelmed by the fact that I know I have to eventually do these things otherwise I'll end up with worse agoraphobia than I currently have and I'll lose bubby too cause he's burn out completely along with me.

I like my therapist more than any other I've ever had tbh. She really listens to me, remembers what we last talked about, suggests books and activities to help me, and tries to figure out the best route of action with my current situations, but the only option is really just to go through what makes me uncomfortable and to keep doing it until maybe its less uncomfortable.

I expected therapy to be difficult as she is a cbt/dbt therapist and I knew what I would be getting into, but gosh I just don't know how one copes with the anxiety and frustrations during the process of it all.

I feel selfish on top of it all too. Like I'm so uncomfortable and anxious that I don't want to try, but if I don't try that would not only affect me, but also bubby cause he has to deal with all of this too on top of his own issues. So I owe it to him at least to try my best, its just a terrifying process and I'm mad at myself for being terrified and for not being better by now..

I mainly needed to vent cause idk I feel like my feelings about everything aren't valid, I keep questioning myself: "Why do I still let these things bother me?" "Why don't I just try harder?" "Why does this make me so anxious?" "Why can't I just do this thing?" "Am I selfish?" "Am I toxic?" "Am I a lost cause?" "Am I being over dramatic?" "Am I a burden?" "Should I bother?" "What if I don't change?" "If so many others can do this so easily, why is it so hard for me?"

But yeah sorry for the big message myself, I do really appreciate you messaging me. I gotta stick to reminding myself that all I can do is try and if something doesn't work there may be other ways to try things.

#long post #notagere #negativity tw #really thank you