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heaven - OP81 - part 2
pairings: oscar piastri x private!secret!reader (fc: gracie abrams)
summary: a very sweet softlaunch ends pretty quickly
authors notes: first of all a huge thank you to everyone who has liked, reblogged and taken the time to read my works it means so much to me and im so so grateful!! next, this is something i made at 1am so please bear with me😭. i am working on the lando and charles stories i PROMISE but i want them to be special and i currently have zero thoughts about where to take them so it might be a while🫣 also i almost finished this when tumblr DELETED IT?? i want to cry😁 ALSO i started this at like 1am and i cant be asked to do tweets rn so insta smau it is
part 1 part 3 masterlist
yourusername
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ahahah i love the beach and my friends
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yourfriend2: dont be fooled she called me crying after the fourth photo bcs she lost 5 games of uno in a row
yourusername: i called you in confidence and this is how you repay me??
user6: its fine we know how emotional uno can get😁
yourusername: ??
user7: im so single hahahahhaa (im dying inside)
user10: is it confirmed that this is oscar?
user9: im not being funny but oscar doesnt even follow her so i think yous are just reaching
user10: …they have the same dog??
yourfriend6: might aswell post his face at this point
yourusername: leave me aloneeee im having fun!!
oscarpiastri
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second part of the season incoming 😁👊 (after a very competitive round of uno)
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user7: ready to see you up on the podium🧡
user10: uno you say?
user3: right could they be more obvious😭
yourusername: its race week babyyy
*liked by oscarpiastri*
user17: literally what is happening why are all of the grid softlaunching😭
user8: and why does it always end in the hardest of launches
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yourfriend2: 😭😭
yourusername: i am sick and tired i just want to POST him but softlaunches are so fun😔
yourfriend2: its really fun when everyone already knows?
yourusername: no but we are in too deep now☹️
user6: god you guys are insufferable
user23: JUST POST THE CUTE COUPLE PHOTOS ALREADY
user23: i lied please dont im so single it hurts
yourusername
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the world through my eyes☀️
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oscarpiastri: i love you sososo much
oscarpiastri: my favorite person in the entire world
yourusername: ur literally my sunshine🫶
yourfriend1: god you make me SICK
yourusername: ..okay😁 oscarpiastri i love youuu🤭
landonorris: i hate people in love (you guys are very cute)
user10: THE NOTE OH
user18: THE HARDEST OF LAUNCHES HAPPENED
user7: he is her world oh my lord
user63: and the fact that hes her sunshine too😭😭
user63: literally crying myself to sleep
oscarpiastri
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my happiness
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yourusername: teheehee thats me🤭
yourusername: i LOVE YOUUU
yourusername: i didnt know you took photos of me like this☹️
oscarpiastri: of course your my favorite🧡
yourusername: oh could you get any cuter🫠
yourfriend4: thought you should know yn is currently jumping up and down and giggling while looking at this
user23: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO POST THESE?? I CANT HANDLE THIS??
user8: god really saw me sad and said ‘heres the happiest and best couple, wallow more’
user16: YOU GUYS ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST?? THE NOTES?? THE POSTS??
user1: i cant stand people in love (i want to cry and drown in my tears)
yourusername: oh my god im so obsessed with you
oscarpiastri: i loooove youuu
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yourusername: ahhhhh im so☹️
yourusername: osc☹️☹️ur literally the cutest thing to exist
yourusername: my boys🫶🫶
yoursusername: im so in love with you sunshine☀️
oscarpiastri: love you, thank you for showing me happiness🤍
#f1 instagram au#f1 smau#f1 social media au#f1 x reader#formula 1 insta au#formula 1 social media au#social media au#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri#private!yn!oscar
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Summary: A very short very self-indulgent one shot in which Jade comforts a crying reader bc I am not having a great time rn
Warnings: None? Sadness? Mention of snot ig?
(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)
I'm Here
Everything was tainted blue. A heavy, overbearing blue.
Rivers of tears flowed down your cheeks in rivulets and you shook slightly. You are not a loud crier, your sobs are muffled and your hitched, gasping breaths are soft and shakey.
Your eyes are red. Your face is blotched. Your nose is running. Your hair was wild.
You were a mess.
Your face was pressed against the pristine black of a neatly ironed Octavinelle suit jacket, smearing the neat lapels with snot and spit and tears.
The victim of your fluids was, somehow, not bothered at all. In fact his hand, rough from mountain climbing, gently threaded through your hair and patted your head.
There was an orange wrapping itself around the blue, frightening it.
Jade whispered sweet nothings to you as he slowly stroked your back. His movements were careful and practiced. Gentle. He was always gentle with you.
"It's alright my darling I'm right here." He whispered soothingly. His voice was smooth as butter, deep and purring. Caring. He was always caring with you.
Jade took a tissue box from the side table next to the bed you two were curled up on and handed it to you, watching closely as you blew your nose and wiped your eyes.
The cold and dark blue shrank back from the warmth and brightness of the orange, terrified.
You mumbled a thanks and pressed your tear-stained cheek against his chest, closing your tired eyes and listening to the gentle thrum of his heartbeat.
The orange, dominating the blue, was changing too. Becoming lighter. Happier.
Jade wrapped both arms around you and rested his chin on your head. His arms were well defined under that uniform, his muscle hidden well by soft cotton.
His grip was firm and tight. Careful. He was always careful with you.
The blue and orange were drowned in a fluffy pink.
Jade kissed your head, sighing softly.
"I love you." He breathed.
His words were sweet and brief. Loving.
He was always loving with you.
-End
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A/N: I hope you all enjoyed some fluff and comfort with Jade!
Tagging: @krenenbaker @jadeleechisagoodboy @adarkenedforest @officialdaydreamer00
#writing#jade leech x reader#octavinelle x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#jade leech#octavinelle#twisted wonderland#one shot
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Diamonds
pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!
"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.
"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.
"The person who convinced me, and played a crucial part of making this record, is here tonight, and to them, I would just like to say thank you. Thank you for believing in me when I couldn't and making me brave enough to truly face my demons. You pulled me out of the deep end when it felt like I was drowning, and I would be a completely different person than I am today without you. I love you. My heart and soul is yours to keep."
Cheers were heard throughout the venue as the opening chords began. As Luke started to sing, you were thankful that you decided to watch the concert from backstage, unable to keep tears from welling in your eyes.
"Cut like diamonds and sink like stones, starve myself 'til I'm skin and bone, I'm so much older than I ever thought I would be."
He said that often. My heart and soul is yours to keep. Yours to keep safe, was what he meant. It had taken him a long time to open up to you and trust your ability to be a good partner, so him saying that his heart was yours was huge. He trusted you that much not to break his heart, to never let him sink back into old habits and bitter thoughts. That level of trust meant everything to you.
In his little speech, Luke thanked you for being the one to convince him to release the song, which was true in a way. He'd been conflicted about the song at first, not ready to share such a dark period of his life so publicly. The song had originally been just a way to express himself, to put everything he'd been through on paper without ever letting it see the light of day.
Luke had shared what the song was about, had opened up to you just what had made him feel that way in the past—toxic relationships, poor decisions that led to even worse habits, hurting the people closest to him, all of his mistakes. He didn't hide any of it from you, and you took all of those misgivings, all of those past mistakes, and showed him that you loved him anyway.
"How far is far? Are we too deep in? How dark is dark? I need to see it."
It wasn't easy at first. When you met, Luke wasn't in a place where he could give himself to anyone emotionally. He believed that he was too damaged to be loved the way he deserved and that he was better off being alone and unhurt than trying to fall in love again and risk being completely ruined by someone he thought he could trust. He had been more closed off than anyone you'd ever met, but all of it just made you want to show him what love without conditions looked like. And he couldn't fathom why. Luke was never rude to you about it. He never snapped at you or pushed you away or treated you badly to make a point, he just truly believed that he wasn't worth your time.
*.*
You were at his house, hanging out as friends. Only this time you surprised him by bringing him flowers.
Luke had been completely dumbfounded, unsure of your intentions. You told him it was just to brighten up his home a little, and because you liked doing nice things for the people you cared about. He didn't question you much further, but the rest of the time you were together, you caught him staring at the bouquet that stood in the vase you'd placed them in. His gaze had been wary and apprehensive each time, and you finally told him the truth.
"I want to take you on a date," you said simply.
Luke seemed surprised, which led to a conversation that was perhaps a step below an argument, but only because you calmly listened to Luke and evaded his tactics to push you away with ease.
"I—I don't deserve you," he finally said, but his voice was heavy with emotion, like he desperately didn't want it to be true.
"Who decides what we do and don't deserve, Luke?" you said to him, resting your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles gently. To your surprise, he didn't pull away.
"I'm not good enough for you," he amended.
With a close-lipped smile, you leaned over from your spot on his couch and placed your thumb between his brows, smoothing the furrow there. "I think you think you're a worse person than you are."
You kissed his brow, your touch just enough for him to feel your lips brush his skin. When you pulled back, you tapped his nose with your knuckle. "I won't push you, and I won't try to fix you," you said, because the truth was, you didn't believe he needed fixing. But you knew you weren't going to be able to convince him of that. Not now, anyway. "But I will tell you this: you are a remarkable person, and when you're ready, I'd love to love you one day."
*.*
"I'm on my way out, losing the dream. I feel it crash down, down on me. Caught in the madness, holding on me. Is this the way it will always be?"
It took some time, but Luke eventually believed what you did from the day you met him. You were there to see him through the thick of it, holding his hand when he needed you to and giving him space when he asked. He'd gone off to write for a little while, and when he came back, you could practically see the weight lift from his shoulders. It was as if he'd left his biggest demons at the cabin he'd been staying in.
And now he was at his own solo concert performing the songs that held the deepest secrets of his heart. Luke sang each word with passion and pride, the kind that came from knowing that he'd overcome the darkness that had held him for so long. He wasn't drowning anymore, but he sang his songs so that his fans could see that it was possible to be in a dark place and come out of it.
The song faded to its end, and Luke bowed before the crowd as they cheered. He held his hands together in front of his face, the appreciation written in his features abundantly clear. You watched him survey the crowd with so much pride you thought you were going to burst, but you ended up just shedding a couple more tears instead.
While fans were still cheering and his band was playing chords that would lead into the next song, Luke jogged to the side of the stage where you were standing. You hadn't expected him to come over to you, but when you saw his face, you knew what he needed.
Your arms opened for him just in time as he wrapped himself around you. He held onto you tight, his face buried in your hair as he lifted you off the ground. You held on just as fiercely, hoping it would sufficiently express just how much you loved him.
Time stopped as Luke held you in his arms. He had a whole crowd waiting for him to sing the next song, but neither of you seemed worried about getting him back onstage. When he finally set you back down, you kissed his cheek a couple times before kissing him properly, your hands on either side of his face.
"Okay, okay, no more of that," you said, when he kept trying to follow your lips as you pulled away from him, wanting just one more kiss. "There'll be plenty of time for that later. Now go. Everyone's waiting for you."
Luke began to turn like he was going to do just as you said, but before he walked away, he spun on his heel and caught you in one last kiss. Satisfied by your tinged cheeks, he grinned and kissed your cheek. "Mean the world to me, darlin.'"
Hearing him say that made you melt every single time, and he knew that. Shoving his shoulder playfully toward the stage, you said, "Yeah, yeah, I know. Now go be a rockstar, will you? You're keeping everyone waiting. Myself included."
Luke finally turned around for real and did just that.
#luke hemmings#luke hemmings blurb#luke hemmings fic#luke hemmings fanfic#luke hemmings x reader#luke hemmings oneshot#luke hemmings one shot#luke hemmings angst
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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 14
we’re nearing the end yall and i’m getting HELLA nervous. five chapters left. and reg is gonna die. i’m not ready
chapter 34:
1. the mulciber swap went perfect. still nervous though
2. the heist is almost over. and they’re all splitting up to go places. i don’t think i can handle this
3. god, it’s the lucius swap. i don’t think it’s gonna go well. i’m so worried
4. “Regulus cleared his throat. “I just want to say that it had been a privilege and an honour to conduct this heist with all of you. Each of you are brilliant individuals and I couldn’t have asked for a better team.”” sobbing so badly rn. horrifically sobbing. oh my god. the death must be this chapter. it feels all like a final goodbye, and it probably is for reg
5. reg wants to fix his relationship with sirius over a hundred cups of coffee. that sounds so nice
6. reg is looking forward to attending sirius and remus’ wedding! and he’s surprised that sirius wants him there. this. this all feels so foreboding
7. god. they’re face to face with tom riddle. this isn’t gonna end well. i can feel it
8. it was a set up. all reg gets to say is “james run” and then there’s bullets. i almost don’t want to read the rest of the chapter. i don’t even think i’m gonna cry. just quiet resignation. i will be fine. i fucking called it last post tho, saying it would be tom riddles fault.
9. oh gosh. reg is dying right there on the floor, blood pooling in his lungs and he’s telling james not to be scared
10. i was a fool. of course i’m sobbing. i sent my freind a two minute long voice recording while sobbing about how sad i was over the death. they can confirm, though i’m not asking them to
11. reg gives james his ring. oh fuck
12. dying by tom riddles’ hands. drowning in his own blood. of course he dies by drowning
13. on another note, i’m sure that james’ gun kink is very much gone
14. “It wasn’t the amount of blood that had accumulated all over the floor that convinced James that Regulus was dead.
Or the fact that Regulus had stopped the gurgling and wheezing noises several minutes ago as he drifted into cruel stillness.
It wasn’t Barty’s tear stained and blood splattered face. Or Evan’s desperate attempts to shake Regulus awake. It wasn’t even Peter’s sorrowful look upon checking for a pulse. Or his frantic attempts to do CPR anyway.
It was Sirius’ agonised wails as he pleaded and called out to a God he never believed in to spare his brother. To bring him back. “I just got him back,” Sirius screamed. “I just got him back. Please. Don’t do this. Please bring him back. I just got him back.””
this fucking fic i swear to god
15. everyone else is dead, thanks to evan and barty. for once, i agree with their unhinged. it was a slaughter of men on the other side, and i am glad. they are dead, and they don’t even deserve it. they deserve a life of torture for what they did. thank fucking god they’re dead tho. it makes me rest easy
they were supposed to get a house with green or red shutters and get married and travel the world and make tea and orange muffins and snog in art museums and visit their freinds and be happy and in love and never live a mundane life cause they’re rich and together. but NO. it has to all get ruined
im not okay, thank you for asking. i will never be okay, thank you for asking. i never want to be okay again, stop asking.
#marauders#jegulus#art heist baby#james potter#mwpp#mwpp era#regulus black#fanfic#ao3#sirius black#sirius and regulus#sobbing crying throwing up#tears are streaming down my face#literally sobbing#barty crouch junior#evan rosier#cress' ahb reviews
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I had a 7 hour nap and whoa where am I..anyways.
Daily Hobie HC!
If you think about it, Hobie's been through a lot. From his father leaving, to his mother dying from alcoholism to leave him and his many siblings to raise themselves.
And then also being bitten by a radioactive spider that literally crawled out of a waste dump and bit him. With no proper support, he must've been terrified upon being bitten, probably thinking that this was the end for his life.
Even before he was bit, he must've been bullied to an inch of this life, not because of poverty, but also because of the possible racism in his universe.
I feel like he struggles with abandonment issues in all honesty.
Even if you and him are lovers, and he trusts you wholeheartedly, there would always be his inner child while a sense of fear that you'll leave him.
Before, early on, he'd hide the bad parts from you, not even allowing you to see his tattoo in fear you may leave him for someone you deemed better.
Someone with less struggles, less worries, someone more of your 'hero' than him.
For this, let's say his lotus flower tattoo is at the back of his shoulder. At first, before you knew about his past and bad experiences, he would never want you to stand behind him when he was shirtless, conjuring up the excuse of his spidey-senses tingling and mistaking you for some villain.
When in reality, you always made his senses tingle differently.
He just didn't want you to see what he had been through in fear you would see him differently.
Early on, he would appear to you when he was okay. When he could handle the burdens on his shoulder. However, when it all came crashing down, you were the last person he would want to ever know about it.
Of course, he wouldn't just leave you wondering. He'd still speak to you, one way or another, before isolating himself somewhere to feel himself break under the pressure.
He saw you as a flower. You had your own struggles, your own grief, your own worries. And Hobie would say to himself that he didn't want to burden you, so he simply just bottled it up.
Even when he bottled his feelings up, he would never lash out at you, instead just listening to your side of the story whenever you guys would argue, and let the mood of the room simmer down a little before talking.
Instead, his bottled feelings came out in waves when he couldn't take it anymore, drowning.
Until one day, your warmth cracked a wall leading to his thoughts.
Anyways I baked cake last night and I thought you may wanted a slice, so here!🍰
- 🐦⬛
7 HOURS?! I'm so jealous rn
WOOHOO DAILY HOBIE HC 🎉‼️
W-wait H-hold on
YOU WERE NOT KIDDING AT HOW ANGSTY THIS IS! OFF TO JAIL FOR YOU! For *checks watch* 5 mins!
The comic art of him getting bit made my heartache for him fr like he's in pure agony there 😭😭😭
Him hiding his feelings 😭😭😭😭😭 BRUHH 😭😭😭😭
*with tears in my eyes* t-thank you for the cake 🥲
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@tastetherainbow290 this was genuinely terrifying
chapter 24
regulus telling james about his tantrum throwing away all the supplies he really is just like me
“what? Sorry, what? I mean—what?” 😭
“in the interest of conserving water, we could have a long, hot shower together” james you desperate lovesick fool
“if there's anyone I'm sleeping with when I get back, it's absolutely Sirius” i love their friendship
jegulus is jegulusing
"You know that other life? The one where we could have been happy together? Where we're not a great, big tragedy?” agghhh why is that so sad
regulus i love you
why am i gonna cry right now
regulus describing the life him and james will never get to have together
“Just holding on because we can, because there's some other life out there where we can't, where we don't, where we're a great, big tragedy—and we're so thankful it's not that one” TEARS
“Regulus said James was his first love, didn't he? James would give anything to be his last.” don’t worry james you will be ❤️🩹
is regulus dreaming rn
this is a sad nightmare
poor regulus omg. he feels so guilty for evan’s death and i feel so bad it’s not your fault reggie
they’re holding hands but in a sad way
oh no a scream
what has happened
oh! more spiders!
what is james doing 😭
“It's always you're so stupid, James; it's never you looked so sexy and heroic while saving everyone from the murderous spider, James.” james now is not the time for jokes. even though you are HILARIOUS
PETER NO
another betrayal are we surprised (yes)
pete 💔
bernice pulling the baby card you are not peeta don’t even
rat 🐀
peter noooo i am sad to see you go
yayyyy reg and james won
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
NO?!?!!
slughorn how could you
“you’re hesitating love”
JAMES NO
i can’t end like this but i have to leave in 10 minutes
chapter 25
reading as much as i can before i have to go
“Maybe James is just in love, and he wants anything he can get from Regulus, even if it's literal death.”
“because i love you” i am going to CRY
remus pov switch
poor sirius ☹️ i know james and regulus both make bc. duh. but i am so sad for them bc THEY don’t know that.
the trojan war 💔
if regulus is troy does that make james gabriella
“ I hate you, he says. I love you, he means. I love you, he feels. I hate you, he knows.”
they’re kissing
regulus handcuffing james
what is he thinking
“you chose me and now im choosing you”
regulus i swear.
“He's drowning in his regrets before he ever hits the water.”
THE RIVER IS BLOOD?!
I HAVE TO LEAVE AHHHHHH
sirius pov switch
james pov switch?!
james don’t lose your arm please
JAMES?! hes so real honestly.
this is so romeo and juliet of them
THEY BOTH WIN!!! i knew it would happen but still the excitement is there
horace pov jump scare
“He wonders if James realized in his endeavor to save himself and Regulus, he would be condemning someone else.” ????????????
dorcas!!!!!!!!
where are they going 😧
*singing* my reputation’s never been worse so
azkaban mention
i’m intrigued by this plot line
grindelwald mention?!
there’s a baby in the car next to me who is SO CUTE (dw there’s other people in the car)
A DIVERGENCE?! should i read that fic too…
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Soft boy solace
This is rather rushed so not my best work but it's a request for @rawrbies, hope you're doing okay and I hope I did this alright
Wilbur soot helps reader deal with breakup
Three times. That was the amount of times you'd cried this just this morning alone. You'd been broken up with a few days ago and your mental health had been plummeting since. Wilbur had been the first to know, noticing you were a little 'off' on call. He'd understand, you thought, he's been through this it will be okay but that tiny voice in your head had warned you that you'd become a burden to him and only make him worry meaning you very much downplayed how it had been making you feel. Now things were at an all time low and you were really starting to regret not being totally honest. As a heavy sob wracked through your body you decided enough was enough, you needed the help of your best friend. Opening discord you typed out a few messages but settled on this.
*Hi wil, I'm really sorry to bother you and I hope your not streaming rn but I could really use some comfort today, the breakup has been quite emotional and I'm not sure what to do, could we talk for a bit*
*of course y/n, its really no bother, I'm always happy to help and I love chatting to you it brightens my day, we could just call but your welcome to come over and we could watch a film together*
You thanked wil for his generosity and headed over
Wil had opened the door before you even had time to knock , immediately opening his arms for a hug. It was warm and comforting, enveloping you in his scent, he smelt of home and childhood, making all your troubles melt away. If you could stay there forever you would but wil was already tugging at your arm, leading you to the sofa. The lights were turned down to a warm glow and you could make out a pile of blankets recognisable from various childhood sleepovers. Two steaming mugs of tea were set on the coffee table next to a stack of dvd boxes. "Yep! All of them twilight films" wil said, proudly gesturing to the selection. You smiled at his antics, feeling slighly happy for the 1st time this week. He then chucked a large jumper at you along with giant pyjama trousers and the instructions "meet back here in five, I'll set up the films"
Warmth enveloped you for the second time that evening as you drowned in his comically oversized hoodie, consumed by his smell. You emerged into the living room greeted by laughter from wil at the sight of you. He patted the sofa next to him "sit. Come tell me what's happened"
Wilbur listened intently, chipping in with advice when necessary and staying silent when required. When you finished explaining your situation you'd moved close enough to be leaning on his shoulder. He finally spoke up again "y/n I am so sorry that happend to you, no-one deserves to be treated that way, your amazing just as you are and I wouldn't change that for anything" Then you were crying again but for a whole new reason, Wil was being so nice and you weren't sure how to deal with it so it seemed you had resorted to tears. As he reached up his hand and wiped your tears away you mumbled a brief "thank you", not knowing how to display your gratitude. "Oh y/n you're welcome, do you want to start the films now? I've got strawberry yougart!" He said enthusiastically and you could almost hear him waggling his eyebrows. It was childish really, but you guess that's why you liked it so much, it reminded you of better days. "Mm-hm go on wil, although I can't promise to stay awake, I'm just so unbelievably tired, it's surprising how exhausted I am after all this" you had to admit although it was much needed the release of emotions had really taken its toll on you.
You were less than halfway through the film and wil could already see you fighting to stay awake so he gently wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer. When he turned to look at you only a couple of minutes later you had fallen into a peaceful slumber. He turned the film down to avoid waking you and gently scooped you up in his arms. He knew you'd hurt your back if you stayed asleep on the sofa for any significant amount of time so decided to carry you to the guest bed. He placed you under the covers and pulled a blanket up before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. He could've stayed for hours, intent on making sure nothing disturbed you and no-one hurt you ever again but he could feel his own bed calling. “everything will be okay. i promise.” and with that, he closed the door and left, taking one last glance at the peaceful form of his best friend. A fact he wouldn't change for the world.
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HAPPY BLESSED BIRTHDAY MO!!!! I am so thankful everyday our paths crossed. Not only obsessed with your sims, but you as well. One of the kindest, most beautiful people! I hope this year ahead is FULL of health & happiness! Love ya! 🤍🤍🤍🤍
Not me drowning in tears rn 😭 I’m so thankful to know you and call you a friend 💗 love you back my dear, thank you!!
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SAW THIS ASK AND GOT IMMEDIATELY SO EXCITED IT FELT LIKE I COULD THROW UP. rabbiting heartbeat. IM SO RHGHGJHJNJBMGN. thank you beloved :3
from this ask game!
⚔️ Fav Gt9 quote?
THIS ONE IM ACTUALLY UNSURE OF. in the end it’s probably something from the pool scene. almost definitely the one about harrow consenting to being ritually drowned but thrashing away from a hug (not gonna go grab my book copy right now but you get the gist). im in the middle of rereading GTN and it took a while to finish the first time, so there are MANY good tidbits, hints, and clues that totally escaped me then! so many bangers too. Properly enjoying them now 👀 i will also say that “ghosts and you might die is my middle name” is currently consuming a lot of my brainspace <3 I Love Gideon Nav The Regular Amount (Which Is A LOT)
💀 Fav Ht9 quote?
again. so many good good GOOD ones. thinking of the entire last dance exchange. thinking of “Around you, people would go back and forth, giving you the widest berth possible, ignoring you so entirely that at one point you were convinced you were dead. With that conviction, you had felt only intense relief.” because it makes me want to TEAR MY HAIR OUT. but i really really have to give it up for *gestures at my current bio* “There were a couple of callouses now on those soft necromancer’s palms, and I was proud of you.” THIS IS FOR A MULTITUDE OF REASONS and half of them are praise kink /j NO NO NO OK SO. god, just… the fact that gideon could be PROUD of harrow for ANYTHING. the fact that it’s this. the distinction of “soft”, to call harrow of all people in any way soft, and to be a “soft necromancer” even just in reference to the flesh… the pacing, the timing, where this line falls 😭 like ok my girl ok. i genuinely am considering getting this one tattooed but i need a good design for it. I WAS PROUD OF YOU!!! she can be SO mad at her and still PROUD of h— *dies on the spot*
✂️ What is the best hair length on Harrow?
SHORT. FUCKING OBVIOUSLY IT’S SHORT. i can admit that the slightly longer hair is cute on the HTN cover, and nona’s braids are fucking awesome for NONA, but for harrow? the length of her hair is something that she kept up with meticulously — every one of her most devout people had their hair cropped close — and the way that her hair DOES grow longer is bc she gets too damn sick to take care of it, and bc someone magically manipulates her hair for fun. WITHOUT HARROW KNOWING. to me it’s a companion to the autonomy-stealing haircut (i think there’s an actual real life term for this, or at least a trope one, but can’t recall it rn. that’s also… very gender-y to me). this new length actively distresses harrow, who doesn’t have the wherewithal to comprehend the unfamiliar sensory experience and who is already dealing with a Whole Fucking Lot. so yeah. it’s short. it’s the short hair. i love my darling girl.
thank u so much stein im actually indebted to you now /j. infodumping is my life’s greatest joy and this felt SO GOOD to talk abt !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫶
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okay so omg, you’re like my fav writer rn and i trust you with this idea!! imagine allura’s best friend or just someone who kinda swore to protect her, being there with coran when allura dies, and she kind of starts to build a relationship with lance since theyre both mourning the loss of someone they loved, and then they end up falling for each other, but reader is self conscious of the fact that she’s basically the closest thing lance get to allura and during argument about this he accidentally calls her allura? maybe hurt/comfort :,D
Hi, I am so sorry that this took me forever, thank you for your patience. I love your ideas, this was so amazing to write! thank you for putting in such a good request, an opportunity to practice less flowery scenarios. As always I hope you have an awesome day, thank you! ♡
Lance x Reader - Wounds
Left with pale, glittering ashes pouring from your palms, Allura faded past, leaving but only blurry lavender in her wake. Your once beating heart paused forever, drowned by an all-consuming numbness. This plain, this place, it couldn't be real, could it? This was just a haunting dream, plaguing your sleep but surely, you’d awaken soon. You said goodbye, but yet it didn't feel like the words came out your mouth. You weren't here, this wasn't happening. A hand weighed on your shoulder, grasping tightly, pulling you back. Coran faced you, eyes streaming with tears. Very real tears.
The weeks following her passing were but a blur. A haze of hurt and loss, pure and utter despair. Many nights spent soaked in tears, curling in towards the giant hole that lay inside you, a vital piece removed. Allura’s death devastated the whole team, cutting deeper than any blade they had faced. But even so, a wound must heal and after months passed by, season after season, they pushed forward. Allura would want them to. She would want you to. But all her dreams, all her plans, her smile. She wouldn't be there! You clutched the fabric of your shirt, trying to pull your heart out. Hot tears Buring down your face, body folded in misery. In the dark of your room lay someone crying, their breaths quick and choked, their face sticky in tears and snot. Her brave warrior, now weeping.
Light cut through the dusk, piercing through the stygian of your room. Illuminating your wide, glossy eyes, crimson face and messy hair. The blue paladin gazed to you, mouth crinkling into a trembling frown. It seems you were not the only one.
Your arms hung from a railing; face pointed towards the window before you. By now the Garrison had become familiar. You made somewhat of an effort to talk to people, being taught the ways of earth. So many things you would’ve loved for Allura to see. As her first knight you often brought her flowers from meadows, she’d marvel at each one, expressing how much she’d want to be a knight like yourself. The memory was bittersweet, just one of the many reminders your mind plagued you with.
“Morning” A voice spoke. Stood behind you was Lance, clad in his tangerine uniform with two coffee mugs.
He stood beside you and peered at the barren land outside. “Got any jobs to do today?” he asked, gaze still facing the window. You focused on the warm mug in your hands, your face reflecting back from the mahogany drink.
“Just training with a pilot...James Griffon, I think it was” You replied quietly, blowing at the steam.
“Boo, he’s the worst” His face scrunched into a displeased look, causing you to laugh.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, total jerk” He shook his head, smiling.
Despite becoming quite comfortable on earth, your duties often called to Altea. Your hair was threaded by the winds, eyes peering up towards the statue of your princess. The day was bright, birds humming in spring, blossoms fluttering all around. After many seasons flew by you felt yourself start to heal, clutching your chest whilst gazing in pure admiration. She was a warrior, a leader, being her guard was most honorable, but being her closet Ally was even more so.
“You seem in a good mood today” Lance padded towards you; hands dipped in his pockets.
“I can’t be sad on such a nice day” You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. A flurry of petals blew past, dancing around your warm face. Lance felt his heart swell. A feeling he had ripped away from him. It was surprising, he tried to push such emotions down but being near you felt like this place, now, decorated in spring and sun. You were warm. And he had been cold for so long time.
Ink was poured into the sky, devouring every last slither of light until all that lay was an open darkness. A void filled by countless glittering stars, small wishes far, far away. You had become familiar with earths only moon, her pearly face watching over you. Being trained to withstand late operations, your inner clock had become accustomed to the night, but now you hadn't a reason to stay awake. Instead of patrolling you sat posed outside, admiring the twilight like a painting.
“Thats the little dipper over their” His finger pointed towards a cluster of stars.
“You humans are so strange, giving names to the stars” You laughed, wrapping yourself further into the blanket.
“You think so?” He cocked his head, lending you a gentle smile.
“It's kind of cute...” you murmured, raising your head towards the moon.
It had been two years since her passing, since then much has changed. As the paladins ventured of to their own endeavors you chose to stick by Lance, visiting his farm from time to time and helping with tours of Altea. You had grown to be good friends, good friends when close to each other felt their hearts race and cheeks warm, good friends that would often make flirty comments (Mainly Lance), good friends that shared a passionate kiss.
“Y/N...”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
He pressed his lips against your own, pressing his palm atop your hand. You pushed towards him, heart drumming beneath your chest. He had fallen for the Princess’s guard, heart once again swept up by someone so different.
Since that moonlit night, you and lance were official. Sharing even more kisses and hugs. You were delighted, you adored him and all he was. Someone so bright lighting up your once dim world. But despite this, despite this burning passion. His eyes. They gazed into yours with immense fondness, just as they gazed into hers. You remember sitting in Allura's room, braiding her mane of lavender, listening to all her stories and woes.
“Y/N, I have something to tell you” She spun round, delicate hand placed upon your own. Her cheeks were painted crimson, eyes shimmering like ocean waves. “Lance and I...”
“I know”
She looked up in surprise, faced with your warm smile.
Since then, she would always gush to you about everything he said, despite not having the same reaction in front of him.
“Oh Y/N, he said my eyes looked like the stars”
“Lance told me my hair was very soft”
“He said he’s so lucky to be my boyfriend”
You were so happy for her, seeing the once straight and stressed princess now turned to a little girl blushing and giggling over the smallest things. You thought about this whilst sitting in your bed alone, heart swelled with fluttery love only to sink as your best friend wasn't there to hear it. But it didn't matter anyway, she probably had heard all of these things before. He told you your eyes were like stars, your hair was silky and smooth and how lucky he was to have you as his girlfriend, a smart and powerful girl, with the added bonus of being beautiful. Just like Allura. His starstruck gaze was the same he faced Allura with. She was first. She was the young newfound romance; you were the record the replayed the story. The closest thing to the original, but still not Allura.
“We have to go back to the earth! My family is waiting!” Lance reasoned. Each trip to Altea you found you yearning to stay, feeling so at home in this new world.
“We’re always on earth! Can't your farm wait for just a couple more days?” You begged. You loved the simple farm life of earth but were always bound to the stars.
“No, we can’t” he crossed his arms, eyes darkening.
“don't you miss exploring space? Seeing the universe”
“If you wanted to go space exploring then you should’ve gone off with Keith!”
“Lance, these are my people, the need me!”
“Allura, I need you!”
Silence befell the room, consuming all previous shouting, only leaving waves of regret in its wake.
“Y/N I-”
“Lance she’s gone!” tears spilled form your eyes. “And no matter how badly you miss her I’ll never be her!” you cried.
“I’ll never be Allura!”
“I know that...” his voice trembled, face staring at the ground. “I know...” his fists were clenched and his form was quivering. You couldn't stand it.
That once healed scar now lay as an open wound, bleeding out, blood painting the floors scarlet. Vulnerable to infections and disease. It had been so long since you felt like this. As if an organ were removed from your body. In lay a spear. One which lance had thrown.
"No, you don't"
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lmfaoooo then my job here is done. (: watching Heathers for educational purposes is always a good idea after all. sooo many possibilities for this au too...
awaw, ty, dear :33 i definitely will then. we'll just pat eachother on the back for a job well done and nod wisely at the insane stuff we come up with. like wise, old philosophers uncovering the secrets of the universe.
speaking of... your writing is unbelievable!!! like, i dropped my phone on my face laughing at that 'aegon locks luke and aemond in a room together and forgets about it' drabble. you're reaaally good, love to see it <3
no nono pls don't encourage me rn lmfaooo i already got two lucemond aus in the works, a jaegon one, plus a kind of rhaenicent sort of fix it au, i am drowning in fic and my own tears because some of these bitches turned au angstyy
definiteeeelyyy anon<33. i come bearing disappointing news that i’m yet to watch it, i was going to last night but turns out it’s on hulu and i no longer have it but—i’ll try soon, since it hasn’t left my head since you mentioned it ldkdjd.
love that for us<33
and thanks, i wrote that with one eye open and the other already sleeping and reread it when i woke up and was like oh that’s fun lmaooo
listen to mE, i will ALWAYS encourage writing and creating content of shit you like i won’t stop, can’t STOP. also you’re just like me fr that’s how my notes look like, i have 6 stories (lucemond&jaegon) and i write bits and pieces of each one bc one idea triggers the other and i’m going INSANE SO MORE PPL SHOULD GO NUTS TOO—
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my dear sweet little precious jennifer check,
i am so happy to see you writing again and i hope that you feel less stressed about it now and i hope you got enough sleep and i hope you are being kind to yourself and i hope you have been eating a lot of delicious things and i hope you are drinking enough water and i hope you are having a good start to your day and i hope you are taking extra good care of yourself and i hope you know i am here for you if you ever need me and i hope you remember how strong and resilient and lovely and badass you are. okay byebye ilysm 🥺🥺
love, your anita lesnicki 💗
drowning in my tears rn. ily thank u for being there for me all the time i hope u know u are my role model bc i literally look up to u fr 🥹🥹 i also got 9 hours of sleep last night and getting some writing inspo back soooo yeah things are looking up 😌😌😌
#printing and framing ur ask btw and putting it on my bedside table#ily#꒰ love letters. ꒱#꒰ angels. ꒱ — rae
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My darling, you make my heart swell everytime I think of you, so much that I'm sure it would break through my chest, wounding me fatally and leaving me with no choice but to succumb to my own pitiful destiny. But I am no longer afraid of death, for I have tasted the divine sweetness of your love. I am ready to give my soul to Hades, to rip my skin apart, to give up the light of my eyes, to drown my voice, because you, my sweet angel, have sent me to heaven with only a smile. Oh such a seraphic smile, if only I could be the reason for your shine. The moment your pure soul left the spirit realm to start a new cycle into the mortal world, Aprhodite herself caught a glimpse of your enchanting beauty and instantly demanded your fire to be drown in the cold and dark waters of the Styx River. But Fate had other plans, your destiny already sealed, you stepped into mortality like a blessing and a curse for us mere humans. And so the moment my eyes met yours, the veil that was blinding me was finally lifted, revealing the red thread that connected my soul to yours. A bond so strong not even the devil can get between us. If only you could see the wounds that your soft touch left on my heart, the gold marks that your love is tracing on my skin, if only you would know how painfully saccharine my heart is bleeding for you, how you left me in such a helpless state, depending on you, stepping on broken glass just so I could get you to acknowledge my fragile being. I am unworthy of your love, but the venom is mixed with my blood, drawing me to you, making me the happiest I've ever been and for that I promise that my heart is yours.
Me rn
That is so beautifully written 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I don't think I've ever read anything quite like it before. It actually did make me tear up too you know, so I guess it touched me quite a lot. Thank you a lot!!!!! I've even saved it so I can go back and re read it sometimes 💗💚
#jojosquad#you have such a way with words#don't do any of thst stuff though#no losing the light in your eyes#or ripping your skin apart#you live a happy and long life you deserve it
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Cherry your tags on my first legit drabble had me in TEARS.😭
THE FUCKING SALTWATER BATH TAB IS WAITING, LEVI. WYA???
Lmaoooofdkjhbdvskfjb thank you so much always being so v v kind and sweet and loving Capricorn Levi as much as I do…
He’s such a smug, arrogant bastard with a heart of gold and he needs his earthly trinkets to match god dammit!!
Mermaid Levi is truly a state of mind & I am simply drowning in his waters oOP.
I was nervous to post my first lil’ short story, so it means a lot coming from you that you enjoyed it.
Hope you’re well, and at your previous request to be your bully, here’s a gentle reminder to keep writing this week! ILY MA CHERE 🖤🖤🖤
truly I really loved it and CONGRATS on posting your first story!!!!!!! 🥺 you have such a good flow of descriptions and words and it left me wanting to know MORE about mr prince of pearls and reader and all of it ahhh I’m so into this concept I’m really gonna be thinking thonks about it for a WHILEEE
it just. makes so much sense. I’m just so into it. I really can’t get over pretty mermaid prince levi. astrologically visually AND emotionally!!! ur so right about the earth gifts I’m sure he thinks forks are pretty <3
TY FOR THE REMINDER GOING TO SLAP MY HANDS ON THE KEYBOARD RN!!! ily alla mwah <3
#cherieanswers#mootz 🖤#I love alla!#I’m really not kidding I can’t stop thinking about this#ur a gem alla a true DIAMOND
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Chapter III: Catalina’s Welcome // Far From Home!
Warnings: angst, fluff, (there is h/c there too) crying, blood, mention of abuse, mention of death, and panic attack
A/n: I know people have their own different experiences on panic attacks. Alas, poor girlie Elena🥺. Also, this is the longest chapter, damn! A lot of shit to unpack.
A/n 2: The following content may be unsuitable for younger readers. Reader’s discretion is strongly advised.
Elena’s pov
“Have we met before?” he asks me.
It’s the same man from before. The one I found at sea. The man I saved from drowning without being caught by my Sisters and the Ocean. I nod.
“It must be true. You must be the one. What’s your name, darling?”
I look down sadly.
“Can’t speak?”
I nod reluctantly. This is a secret to all sirens. You must not speak in front of others when you’re in public. Giving your voice means you kill. You add another dead man to the sea.
He takes out a pen. “Here,” he says as he puts his arm out for me. “You can write here.”
I contemplate giving him my real name for a split moment before actually writing it down.
“Elena. What a beautiful name.” His voice seems so gentle. He introduces himself as Matty.
Ugh his smile. He’s so beautiful like this. Just like when I found him the other day. He takes my hand as he kisses it, his gentle lips brushing against it.
I am eying a bracelet on Matty’s wrist, curiosity getting the best of me. It looks so beautiful. The pearls in it wraps around it like a ribbon. I grab my phone, open notes and begin typing.
That bracelet is beautiful, I sign. Someone made it for you?
“My girlfriend made it for me,” he replies. “Unfortunately, she passed away in a car accident. I was gonna marry her. She was the light of my life until her death. It had been days since. That was when you found me. Nearly meeting my death. I thank you.”
I smile, but at the same time, I feel really sorry for him. He must have really loved that girl. He poured his heart and soul for her. Her death has affected him so much when I found him that day. I watch as he begins to burst into tears. He opened up about himself and what happened.
I’m really sorry for your loss. I sign again.
I get up from the bench and hug him as he cries. He lays his head on my shoulder as I stroke his head, my fingers slightly scratching his scalp. My other hand is rubbing his back in soothing patterns. I feel his body shaking from all of the pain he has been carrying for the past couple days after the incident. I pull away for a moment as I place his hand on my chest to help guide his breathing. I inhale and he follows, though his breath is shaky. I exhale and he does the same. We do this for five minutes before he finally calms down.
I wipe away the fresh tears from his face, placing a gentle kiss upon his cheek. He smiles weakly as he pulls me in for another hug, his head now resting on top of my head and mine resting on his chest. We stay like this for a while longer until I check the time and pull away from him.
I have to go, I sign as I give him my number with exes and o’s and ‘call me’. I will see you soon. It was nice meeting you, Matty.
“It’s nice meeting you too, Elena.”
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
I am humming to myself as I text Matty when I heard Isa call my name.
“Coming!” I call over my shoulder.
I look back on my phone to shoot a text.
I am needed rn so can I text you later?
I shall be waiting for you, darling.
Dropping my phone in the bed, I rush to the living room to see what’s happening. “My poster has multiple copies sold!” she exclaims happily. Isa has always been an artist. She finds paintings in many art museums and online for inspiration. I see multiple designs and patterns she makes.
If only I can tell her, Macy, and Catalina that I saved Matty over a month ago. But, as a siren, you can only kill. But when I sang him that song, it awoke him, not killed him. I find it very strange. Your voice is supposed to be a weapon. I’m scared that the Ocean might find out.
One week ago
Come, girls. Your new sister awaits. She’s morbidly scared. We heard the Ocean call.
We ran towards the dock. Where is she from? I asked.
Mexico. Be gentle with this one.
Saoirse joined us as we swam to the docks of Cozumel where there is a dolphin attraction. Thank the stars it was night, since no one is around. When we got there, we saw a girl tied up in a huge fish net! She was also covered in blood and bruises. Whoever did this to her…
“Come help me break the net,” Isa said as she tried to pull away the net. “They’re too rough.”
We broke the girl free as she collapsed on her knees sobbing. “Don’t come closer,” she cried. “Stay away!”
She must have been in horrible condition. I took the more gentle approach to her as I tried to soothe her. “It’s okay,” I cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”
The girl caved in and nestled herself into me, Saoirse joining in the hug.
“What do you remember?” Isa asked.
“I don’t want to remember,” the girl responded. “It was awful. Papa did this to me”-She showed all of the scars and bruises on her body-“he is a bad man.”
Poor girl. She’s so, so so hurt and scared.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“The one holding you right now is me, Elena,” I began. “In front of us is Isa, Macy, and Saoirse.”
“Catalina.” the girl introduced herself.
“We are mermaids. Sirens,” Macy explained. “You may have heard of us in many stories and Greek mythology. We belong to the Ocean. We feed Her.”
“What does the ocean eat?”
That was the same question I asked years ago when I first became a siren. After all, you can’t kill curiosity out of someone. They must know the answers.
I found small figures and a toy boat to show her. I emphasized the figures as sirens and the boat in my hand as the people in it. I felt it was a lot more easier to describe the duties. She seemed to get the gist of it.
“From this day forward,” Macy began. “You won’t get sick or injured. Your voice is a weapon. Once your years are up, your privileges will return to you.”
Catalina gave a confused look. “Neither of us never understood that the first time,” Saoirse chimed in. “It’s alright, mo stóirín. We’ve been through the same thing.”
Catalina contemplated a moment. Her father must have been a cruel man. “If that means getting away from my evil father, then be it,” she declared. “Take me away.”
Then came the next step: diving into the water. She seemed very nervous. “Watch Macy.” I told her. We watched as she gracefully dove into the water without hesitation. Catalina’s face changed to a smile as she dove in. Adorably, she held her breath.
All four of us swam around her as the Ocean placed the same cold force I’ve felt before into her mouth. When Catalina resurfaced and jumped, she exclaimed, “I’M A GODDESS! I HAVE BEEN REBORN!”
I smiled as I dove back in. She must really love her new life now.
She really does, the Ocean began. However, she must be very careful. You and your Sisters need to watch over her.
I understand.
Present day: the same bench from before
It’s great to see you again, Matty, I sign. How are things?
“It’s really great seeing you again, Elena,” he says gently. “I’m doing a little better. Still trying to get through it. It’s hard.”
I know. Do you wanna go look at records? Maybe it can cheer you up a little.
“I would love that.” There is that smile again.
The record store turns out to be the same one he goes to. Throughout the past 3 months, we’ve gotten closer as we get to know each other more. We’re both music lovers. We both enjoy each other’s company.
As we got out, he thanks me for this great day. I dive in for a hug, only this time, my arms wrap around his neck. I hear his heart beating so gently in his chest. His hand is stroking my back in calming patterns without realizing it’s making me melt more into him. He begins humming absentmindedly as his other hand plays with my hair. The background music outside is unfamiliar to me. I close my eyes as I listen. All the while he is swaying me side to side. It just feels…so right.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
It had been two weeks now since Saoirse bid farewell to us after serving her years. Two weeks since she was brought home in Ireland. To say how much I miss her would be an understatement. My only concern now is how scared I am still of the Ocean finding out I had saved Matty months ago.
The full moon has arrived tonight. It is that time again. The next sinking. I don’t want to do it after the last one, yet it is mandatory. More scared than ever.
I wish I could just swim away and see Matty again. Ever since our record shop date, I feel I am much closer to him. I think I’m starting to fall for him.
On my swim this morning, I was questioned by the Ocean. So I heard you found someone in my waters. Her voice was very clear of disappointment yet She seemed calm for some reason.
A man was drowning. I had to save him. I confessed. I knew this was coming. I argued that I didn’t say anything, knowing how you can’t speak as a siren in public. She then said that I can’t see him anymore and took my voice away as punishment. Now I am unable to speak at all to Macy, Isa, and Catalina. Now here I am at the next sinking, unable to sing and talk, only to witness it.
As they begin singing, I can’t take it anymore. It was all too much. Not being able to do anything. I go under and swim away, not giving a single fuck about anything.
When I got to the shore, I just sit on the rock, crying. It was horrible, this night. I really don’t want to deal with anything right now. I need Matty. I need him.
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Matty’s pov
“Elena?”
That is the only thing that came out of my mouth when I see her on the rocks at shore. I run to her. She is soaked and cold. She is crying. Something bad must have happened to her.
When she sees me, she just runs to my arms and continues crying. The salt water scent creeps up my nose. She’s miserable. She curls up into a ball and I fall on my knees to hold her. I begin stroking her back and rocking her back and forth as I shush her gently. “It’s okay, darling,” I say as I continue the soothing patterns on her. “It’s okay. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you. I got you.” She’s freezing, I think to myself. This poor girl. She’s so damn sweet to be hurt like this. So innocent. “I’m gonna hoist you up and then I take you home with me, yeah?” I ask her. She nodded.
I hoist Elena up and take off my jacket to wrap it around her to warm her as I take her to my car. She managed to get in. Throughout the drive, I continue to stroke soothing patterns on her hand.
When we arrived inside, she is hyperventilating, her eyes still red from crying, her whole body shaking. A full blown panic attack. She is crying harder than ever.
Elena makes a grabby hand signal as if to say that she wants to be held. I oblige and cradle her to my chest. If memory serves me right from our record shop date, she seemed to love hearing my own heartbeat and my humming, which kept her grounded. I place her hand on my chest and slowly take a deep breath, signaling her to follow my breathing. Her inhale comes out shaky, yet she managed. As I exhale, she also does. We keep doing this for a while until she’s calm. When Elena calmed down, she looks up to me with soft eyes as they tell me thanks. “I feel you need a nice shower, yeah?” She nods.
I run the bath for her as she gets in. She closes her eyes as the bubbles calm her more. I plant a kiss on her forehead with indication that I’m always here for her. She opens her eyes a moment to sign if I can do her hair. I grab the Head and Shoulders shampoo bottle I saved for her and apply to her head. As I massage her scalp, she is becoming more sleepy. I can lull her to sleep in bed.
After rinsing off the shampoo from her hair and applying and washing her with my eyes closed, I tell her, “You’re starting to prune, darling. I’m gonna get you out of the shower so you can sleep, yeah?” Elena smiles as if to say yes. After I got her out, dressed her up, and helped dry her hair, she is in bed with me, head on my bare chest as I hum the song again, her eyes closing. I begin singing softly.
When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart and I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
And my momma swore
That she would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love if it does not exist
But darling, you are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
You are the only exception
She is asleep in my arms as I continue the rest of the song.
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KATYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST READ CHAPTER 15 (SPOILER ALERT, SPOILER ALERT, SPOILER ALERT)
AAKSHYAHDINDUDHD THAT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER OF A RIDE. MY FRICKING HAPPY ENDING, AKANSHAJHSJD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH (RESPECTFULLY)
OMG OMG OMG I CRIED. I CRIED REAL TEARS. I CRIED REAL TEARS AND MY EYES ARE WET.
BUT THE ENDING AKAJAHVSISMKDKDJRJ I'M SOBBING WITH JOY AND SADNESS IT'S SO BITTERSWEET
THIS IS MY NEW ADDICTION. WHEN I SAW THE NOTIF I LITERALLY SCREAMED AND MY SISTER TOLD ME TO SHUT UP
AJWJAJJSJDJ GHOSTFLOWER/GWILES MADE ME SOB. AND HOBIE OMG I CAN'T ANYMORE I FEARED FOR HIS LIFE. And MIGUEL OMG I KNEW I COULDN'T HATE HIM THAT MUCH. Lyla my bae AND YURI UGHHHH I LOWKEY ADORE HER. I can't stop squealing and giggling and kicking my feet OMG omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg I'm gonna kms
STOPPPPPP CAPTAIN STACY????? GWEN'S FATHER???? THERE FOR HIS LITTLE GIRL??? I'M GONNA CRY I HOPE SHE RECOVERS. AND MILES' FRICKING REACTION I'M LITERALLY DYING OVER HERE
HOBIE ALMOST GETTING EXECUTED GOD SAVE ME I WANTED TO MURDER SOMEONE. OF COURSE HE'S GOING DOWN WITH SOME SNARKY LITTLE COMMENT LIKE THAT
And I wanted Mathias to be killed in the harshest, painfullest, bloodiest way possible omg you did not disappoint
That queen istg I hated HER GUTS
I am never getting over this fic. Y'know when u read a really really REALLY good book and you get book hangover and you google everything related to it and make Pinterest boards for it (i totally don't already have a board dedicated to ur fics)?? Yeah. That's what I'm gonna do. Literally drunk on this fic. I'm gonna end up writing unpublished fanfic about this fanfic. That's how obsessed I am. Like I need all sorts of stuff I need to see R and Hobie grow old and experience the world together I need to see the twins in the BDAS universe- OMG I NEED TO SEE BILLIE AND RAMONA AS PIRATES OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
Honestly worth the wait, my heart is satisfied ❤😭
I think that just about covers it, if you've read this review all the way through I'm actually so happy 🥺😊
Literally crying real tears rn I can't believe it's over 🥹
Sending loads of love ❤🌾
BDAS SPOILER ⚠️
THANK YOU SO MUCH, ANGEL!!!!
HAHAHHAHA I got u all with the miguel fake out 😂 Yuri is wifey material ngl
Yeeesss captain stacy did a magician move and appeared from nowhere 😂 now they've got an actual adult on the ship
I always knew mathias needed a very painful death! I was debating whether he accidentally gets hanged ala tarzan villain or drowned in shallow waters but I'm still glad I went through with what I wrote bc r gave him a beating lol
ONG YOU HAVE A BOARD FOR THEM?! THANK YOU THAT'S SO CUTE 🥺
They deserve so much happiness 🥺 can you imagine the babies in bdas?!!! Oh Hobie would have his hands full with them onboard
Thank you!!! I cannot express how much I appreciate your love and your thoughts ILY ❤️❤️❤️
Lots of love to you, my love!!!!! (｡♡‿♡｡)
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