#i will love you forever and always anyways
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mr. sandman, bring me a dream
✧ pairing 7 dream x reader
✧ genre/tw fluff fluffy fluff fluff, what i think dating them would be like <3 an embarrassing amount of run-on sentences i'm sure.... the dreamies being the most perfect boyfriends to exist, mostly unedited
✧ w/c 2293 (about 300 words each!!)
✧ a/n back to my roots writing for nct... also,,, not the dreamies being my ult group but my last group to do these headcanons for :/ i have so much fun writing these little ideas and dreams about them let me know if you want more!
MARK truly the definition of wrapped around your finger… tells everyone about you every day of his life. Smiles at everything you say and calls you the cutest names. Makes sure everyone knows that you’re taken for life–no ifs about it. Tells you about his whole day, down to the most unimportant details. Kisses you all around your face and gets red seeing you so flustered. Constantly saying the worst pickup lines. Always always makes time for you even with his busy schedule. Talks to your family on the phone and becomes best friends with your siblings. Lets you win during video games and pretends that you’re just so much better than him. Never comes empty-handed–if you invite him over he’s bringing some sort of present he can’t help it. Wraps you up in at least three layers when it looks a little cold outside. Starts bringing up ideas for a Halloween couple’s costume in January. Celebrates your birthdays and accomplishments like his own. Holds you close to him in any moment of rest, the members are around? He’s only bringing you in closer. I’m sorry to say this, but he is definitely one of those people who refer to you as a “we”... “we watched that movie last week!” or “sorry, we can’t come, we have plans.” Would never even think about fighting with you and when it can’t be avoided, he is always the first to apologize. Walks around draped over you, his neck falling onto your shoulder and clumsily shuffling you along. Steals your phone to take silly pictures of himself, and you end up having 500 selfies of Mark making the same five kissy faces. Fixes your clothes/jewelry/hair as the day takes its toll. Kisses your wrist whenever you hold hands. Lovely and forever committed to giving you the sweetest existence possible.
RENJUN My angel boy<3 would be the most loving boyfriend if you’re able to get past him giving you sm attitude. Lovingly scolds you 24/7 365. Pouts if you don’t say you love him back or forget to kiss him before you leave. Steals your sweaters and jewelry. Makes you laugh so hard you cry, then kisses the tears away. Has the worst case of cute aggression when he see’s you like he can’t help but take a bite out of you. Whenever you ask him to do something he’ll roll his eyes and scoff but still gets up to do it anyway. Says your name so sweetly and with so much love it could be a term of endearment. Sings to you when you’re sad. Holds you so tight when you sleep, like he could absorb you into his own skin. Carries a picture of you in his wallet everywhere he goes. Gets genuinely annoyed when other people know something about you that he didn’t–wants to know everything, especially the embarrassing stuff. Acts of service king, does things for you and expects nothing but a kiss in return. Gives you the first bite of his food. Forehead kisses 100% of the time. Extremely tenderhearted, wants to be loved and love in return with nothing holding him back. Knows your schedule down to a T. Shakes his head at every joke you tell, but still grants you a laugh. Kisses you slowly and earnestly even if theres people around. Drops the most earth-shattering confessions of love at random moments and just expects you to move on. Matching accessories are a must!! And he will be ready to break up if your forget it one day (we have seen how he is with the dreamies friendship rings). Wraps himself completely around you when no one is around, and stays that way until one of you has to get up. Loves completely and wholeheartedly and is a perfect perfect boy.
JENO Shy and perpetually flustered, cannot believe he got you fr. Alternates between the cockiest boy you’ve ever met and the most oblivious creature around. Is so in awe of you, cannot get over you choosing him. A big baby of a boyfriend. Body slouched over yours at all times. Tells everyone it isn’t obvious how unbelievably whipped he is for you than giggles when you call him a pet name. Loves when you fawn over him lol, would feel so good about himself when you laugh at his jokes or wear an outfit because he said you looked pretty in it. Definitely the kind of boy who gets you a necklace with his initials on it. Is somehow even more smiley when you’re around. His love language is 100% acts of service–helping you with chores and making dinner, he desperately wants to wash your hair and help take your makeup off. Always takes you home himself and makes you call him before you go to bed. Kisses you all over when you’re sad and squeezes you so tight you can’t breathe. Puts his lips right over your ear and whispers so you can hear him in loud places, sometimes telling terrible jokes to see you laugh. Constantly on the phone with you–will get yelled at by his members and staff to focus on his schedule. Takes you on long drives and lets you have the aux the whole time, smiles even when he hates the song. Snuggles up to you and has you in an iron grip all night; wakes up periodically to tell you to stop wiggling. Literally a broken record of “oh my s/o would like this!” and “you would never believe what my s/o told me…” Tucks you into his sweater when you’re cold and always carries extra clothes because he knows you’ll forget. Could never hide his feelings for you, it’s written all over–hairbands and your favorite snacks in his cabinets. Is so so so in love with you, and would never even think about being embarrassed of it. <3
HAECHAN Sweet as cherry pie. Silly and charming and the kindest boy you know. Lives his life attached to you, hands on your hips and kisses pressed everywhere he can reach. Never goes a day without telling you he loves you in the most sickeningly sweet ways possible. Listens to every word you say, goes as far as telling other people to be quiet so he can hear you better. Serenades you with the most obnoxious renditions of love songs and coos when you make faces at him. Teases you endlessly–tickles and jokes and ridiculous nicknames, but would never let anyone else make a joke at your expense. Sleeps fully on top of you, head pressed under your chin and hands slipped under your sleep shirt. Celebrates you and your relationship with all of him, always the loudest voice singing happy birthday and the prettiest flowers congratulating you for an achievement at work or school. Speaks to you so softly and with so much compassion you almost get whiplash when you see him around the dreamies. Brings home sweet treats and little keepsakes from his day out. Will watch a movie or listen to a new song and note all the parts you’d like so he can play it for you later and speak to you about it. Unbelievably protective, not in a toxic way, but he wants so much to be able to take care of you and keep you safe–hand pressed on your back while you walk through crowds, and his hand protecting you from hitting your head as you get in the car. Has lists of important days in his notes app, cataloging gifts he could get you and your order at all your favorite restaurants. The perfect silly boyfriend, caring and lovely and everything you need
JAEMIN Marry this man. Has been committed and steadfast in his dedication to you since you met. Extremely serious when it comes to your heart and your feelings. The first to say I love you or to apologize after a fight–would never raise his voice at you or say things he didn’t mean. Is always feeding you, either a complete meal that took him an hour to make or the most perfect bowl of ramyeon you’ve ever had. Constantly sending you pictures of the cats. LOVES pda–kisses you in front of everyone and laughs when they groan, cuddles with you on the practice room couch, and rolls his eyes when the dreamies gag. Always kisses you with soft hands on your cheeks and the prettiest smile. Buys you a keepsake from everywhere they go on tour and gives it to you in a huge suitcase and will not feel ashamed in the slightest. Somehow finds out how to bring you up in every conversation, “oh they really like this song” or “thats actually their favorite movie you know…” you would truly never have to worry about anything with this man, he’s gonna take care of everything, a future airport dad if i’ve ever seen one. Sends tiktoks of cute animals and pouts if you don’t like them right away. Buys you silly sweatshirts and phonecases and demands you wear them proudly as a symbol of his everlasting love. Out of all of the boys, I feel like he is the most likely to give you a promise ring, and in my heart, I know he would have his name engraved on the inside–a quiet confession only the two of you know about. Sleeps directly on top of you, I just know it… holds onto you in every crowd. So many conversations between little kisses and I love yous. Always carries your things, whether it be a bag or shoes that got too uncomfortable his hands are open and ready whenever you need them. The most perfect boy in the world, and whose surprised?
CHENLE truly your best friend in the entire world, f2l in its entirety… would roast you every minute of every day but if anyone else even dared he is shutting that shit down right away. His arm has a permanent residence on your waist. Giggles at you when you’re annoyed at him but apologizes anyway. Makes you watch him play basketball at 11 pm and laughs when you say you're cold and sleepy, but takes you home right away. Will kiss you in front of anyone–loves it when you get all shy and flustered. Always trying to give you expensive presents and rolling his eyes when you tell him to reign it in. dog dates with Daegal!!! Talks about you so causally that the dreamies didn’t realize you were his girlfriend until he kissed you goodbye, and they were all so dumbfounded. Will watch anything if you like it and will tell you it sucked with a smile on his face before kissing you as an apology. Huge bouquets for any anniversary or birthday. Wraps his arms around you and rocks you around, whispering sweet words that he’d deny if you told anyone about. Stares at you 24/7 and gives you his 100-watt smile. Goes out of his way to help you–buys your groceries, helps wash your hair, picks you up, and takes you wherever you need to go–but always denies it. Begs you to wear his clothes, bonus points if it’s something that has his name on it, or some nct merch. Has an iron grip on your hand at any given point and giggles when you try to get free. Will listen to literally anything you tell him. Smiles into kisses and sighs when you pull away. Is so domestic and lovely in everything he does, even if sometimes he is the biggest menace.
JISUNG so so so shy, truly does not know how to have a s/o in public lmao. When you’re alone he’s the cutest most confident boy in the world but as soon as there is another person around he does not know you. He makes it obvious that it's just because he’s awkward, but sometimes you definitely do have to tell him to stop being a weirdo and to hold your hand. Constantly makes fun of people with you and is always ready to hear some hot goss. Is always listening to you–even if everyone in the room is talking over you, he will be looking at you with his full attention and urging you to go on. Laughs at everything you say even if it's not funny. Kisses your cheek every morning first thing, and thinks you look so cute cuddled up into the covers. Piggy-backs you everywhere: you drank a little too much or it's too early… up you go! You being comfortable and happy is his priority in any situation, and if anyone including himself is disrupting that he is dealing with it immediately. Whether that means complaining to one of hyungs to help him or going straight to the source of the issue, he’s going to try and help you, even if it’s not like him to speak up for himself–you’re the most important thing to him. Tries to teach you nct dances and gets unbearable secondhand embarrassment when he sees you mess up. Almost exposes your relationship once a month. Is wrapped around you every single moment you’re alone, even if it’s just for a second–someone leaves the room? Jisung is suddenly fully enveloping you. Thinks pda is so embarrassing but would try so hard to be more openly affectionate with you. Blushes to his roots when you sweet talk him no matter how long you’ve been together. Kisses your hands when it’s cold outside and wouldn’t even think about giving you anything of his if you needed it. The sweetest, shyest boy, and so wonderful–loving him and being loved in return would be the loveliest gift.
© LUVTAK
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Ok so can i tell you something? Im in love with the Halovian species from Penacony. Idk why but they just look so pretty and I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM. I WANNA HOW BIBLICALLY MESSED UP THEY ARE BECAUSE THE FAMILY ARE GIVING ME CULT VIBES! I even have 3 halovian OCs that im in the middle of making rn. Im not satisfied with them rn since i wanna wait for more lore about the Halovians.
With that being said, can i request Fontaine men (Neuvillette, Wriothesley, and Lyney) with a Halovian s/o?
Context:
The halovian reader somehow got isekaied from Penacony to the Genshin Impact universe and just suddenly appeared in Fontaine. Do what you will with that small backstory ^_^
Hope you have a good day/night and take care of yourself!
- Flower anon 🌸
Hey there, Flower Anon!! I absolutely relate to the Halovian obsession, and thank you for the great request! I hope you'll like this!<33
Content: Reader is a Halovian, isekai troupe, established relationship, reader has Halovian wings abd a halo, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not fully proofread))
》NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette immideatly knew at first sight that you didn't belong to this world. And yet, he treated you like everyone else when you two met. He didn't push you on your past or what you really were, but made sure to protect you from prying eyes or people that may want to harm you due to your rather unique appearance.
He finds your little wings and halo absolutely adorable, even if he doesn't show it often due to not knowing how he should express himself. But he definitely lights up when you allow him to pet/touch them. Neuvillette also doesn't allow anyone to bully or hurt you the same way he did it with the Melusines. He practically makes it law, and who would dare to oppose him anyway?
He finds it comforting to know that both of you have a secret identity you have to hide from the world. One only the other truly and really knows about. It makes him feel less lonely, and he's thankful for that.
》Wriothesley
He becomes suspicious of you at first, hiding his interest behind teasing words and narrowed eyes. But over time, he finds himself becoming rather obsessed with your look and the mystery that lies under the surface. Although it's hard to tell that he feels this way, considering his naturally secretive nature.
With that said, he is obsessed with your little wings. He's always gently pulling on them or fixing up your feathers for you. He won't let anyone look at you weird or bully your appearance either. He thinks you look divine, absolutely adorable. Anyone that disagrees is ofcourse very much wrong.
Wriothesley doesn't pry into your past, mainly because he'd know best how annoying that can be. If you never want to tell him, then so be it. And even when you do one day, he'll be there to support you and reassure you that it doesn't matter anymore down here in the fortress anymore. Life has restarted for the both of you, together.
》LYNEY
Lyney was absolutely fascinated by you at first sight. He couldn't help himself when he asked you too many questions, eyes never leaving your unique features that made his heart beat a little faster. If it wasn't for Lynette forcing him to have some shame, he would've never looked away from you. He definitely called you "angel" ever since your first meeting, and that never changed even after getting together. It felt wrong to him not to call you that.
He fusses over your appearance all the time, mainly over your wings and halo looking perfect. It makes him happy that he's the only one allowed to touch you this way. With that said, however, he knows that you being with him, considering who he belonged to, would end up causing you trouble. He'd protect you with his life though, that's for sure.
He understands if you aren't necessarily willing to share your past with him. He's patient. He'll wait forever for you to tell him, even if you never want to, which is fine too. You'll make enough new memories together to replace unpleasant, old ones. He promises you that.
Alrightttt... I hope this was alright, Flower Anon, and thank you again for the great request!!<33
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❝ DO YOU FEEL ASHAMED? ❞ ✶ ELLIE WILLIAMS !
★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, ex!ellie, heavy angst, cheating, heartbreak, moving on, reader going through it, no happy ending y'all, this one has a little kick, ellie is a bit of a dirtbag in this, next time i write for her it'll be the most fluff.
RAYNE RAMBLES ★ wrote this last year after getting cheated on and it's just been sitting in my docs, forever. enjoy my pain?? idk, possible abby x reader sequel
ex!ellie who avoids you for a very long time after the breakup. she wishes it could be amicable between the two of you too, but it can't be. it never will be. ellie made sure of it. all of her belongings are still littered across your apartment, though her scent is gone, you still see her everywhere. you can't bring yourself to remove the framed photos of the two of you hanging across your home. she was happy, or so you thought, and you were. but today was the day. you were letting all of it go and her with it. your roommate had taken it all down for you, the strength to remove the past three years of your life just couldn't be found.
ex!ellie who doesn't really want to think about the way you'll look at her. her emerald eyes were always your favorite, you used to go on about how much you love them. how soft they looked at you, the light shining beneath them whenever she said something stupid and ellie just waited for your giggle or a hint of it anyway. they used to be kind to you, careful, even calm but it didn't seam to be the case anymore. ellie knew you wouldn't be either — not after she’s hurt you. carelessly, abusing your kind-hearted spirit, turned you to something resembling unbridled rage with a large dosage of resentment.
ex!ellie who is met with your roommate instead of you, before the door is slammed in her face. she expects to be met with sharp behavior. there wasn't a shadow of a doubt she did. ellie just wished it wasn't your best friend who she fucking hated. ellie never liked them. they never liked her and now she didn't have to hide it. what ellie couldn't stand was that they were right about her. three years in and instead of doing the decent thing, ellie chose to betray you. those closest to you were going to protect you from the enemy at all costs. the only you trust the most and cut you the deepest. as much as she despised it, it was all true.
ex!ellie who eventually gets you, after you hear her voice carelessly arguing with your friend. you place a box at the entry in front of her feet, before you walk away. ellie peaks through one foot in the door, but then you're already back with the second box. ellie can see the tears in your eyes and you see the guilt in hers. almost shining brighter than the shame. she knows how much it hurts you, her being here, being so close but so unimaginably far away it makes you want to hurl.
ex!ellie who watches you breathe deeply, your hands clenched into fists. before you're rubbing them at drained eyes, dark circles underneath them. she's to blame for everything you're going through. if she had just been honest from the beginning, maybe the two of you could've been friends and just left your love there. you were nothing but good to ellie, pure like white snow, and now the blood from her hands fell over you, staining you a violent red. you would never be pure again. no. not like before. you wouldn't ever blindly trust anyone just because you simply fell in love. putting yourself out like this again? no, you couldn't do it.
ex!ellie who tries to speak with you, mouth open, but no words are able to come out. she tried her best to put off this moment, the confrontation of the aftermath, facing the fact she had treated you like an afterthought, but you were more than just a thought ellie had tried to push away. you were a person she had left abandoned. she had promised you the world and caved when the time came to give in. she become everything you feared she would be, tearing you in little shreds of yourself as you tried to piece back what she had broke.
"you look like you haven't slept." ellie states, not really a question, but she almost phrases it as one. she doesn't have a right to ask. the two of you know she's forfeited knowing you, your life, how you're doing — she's the one whose damned it all.
"i don't really. not right now at least." you look anywhere but her eyes, your eyes concentrating towards the freckles meticulously scattered along her shoulders, her cheeks, and along her button nose. “anyways, should be everything of yours. i’ll contact dina if anything else shows up.” your tone sharp, clearly cutting through.
there’s no malice when you utter her girlfriend’s name, but ellie senses you’ll reserve the tone of betrayal just for her. she’s the one who abandoned her commitment to you.
not dina.
“can we talk? please?” ellie flashes her beautiful puppy eyes at you, once would make you melt, now you feel like throwing up.
“ellie.” there is it is, ellie thinks, betrayal and brutality laced in the voice who promised her a future. there once had been one, house, kids, a ring. it seems so silly now. it’s a warning the way you speak to her. don’t push your luck, williams.
she’s with dina. why does she even care?
she’d never seen you so upset, so vengeful, so tired of her. you weren’t lying when you never said you never wanted to see her again. every single beat of your heart meant it, the emotion cut off when you spoke to her, how you looked at her with this cold look in your eyes. arms crossed over your chest as if looking at her is the most taxing task in the world.
ellie was supposed to not care. she couldn’t, yet it bothered her you clearly didn’t.
“i have nothing i want to say, especially to you.” you bark, for the first time, ellie fears there might be a bite.
“i-i know i fucked up, okay? i just can’t stand the thought of you fucking hating me.” ellie pleads, a longing look in her eyes.
“well, i never thought i would, so i guess we’re all evolving and changing into horrible people.” you roll your eyes at her, watching as she struggles to pick up the boxes laid at her feet.
you loath how much you want to help her, but don’t.
you can’t.
“you’re not horrible.”
“well, you are.” your insult slapped her right across the face, the burning sensation stung but what hurt more was knowing you meant every word.
“this isn’t fair, i know what i did was bad, but i told you the truth. i didn’t lie, i confessed. isn’t it worth for at least, i dont know, a little empathy? something?” ellie sighed deeply, shoulders tense from the altercation with you. “
“you didn’t tell me because you’re a honest person. it’s because i would have found out and you were scared.” you scoff. “fuck you. wanting brownie points for admitting you cheated? go to hell.”
“what else could i have done? it was already too late.” ellie admits, shame laced in her eyes. you hope she feels every bit of shame for all the hell she’s put you through.
“i wonder why it was too late?” your sarcasm slicing through the air. ellie finally managed to get a grasp on boxes in her shaky hands as she tried to not crumble under your death glare from hell. “i was the last one to show up at the party to your new fucking relationship. huh, guess i would be one not invited? some weird fucking placeholder until you found something better. right under my fucking nose.”
she deserves every bit of it.
painfully, you were met with silence. ellie couldn’t do anything, apologize in a way she hadn’t before, beg for forgiveness, grovel for your compassion.
you were too angry, too heated, too fucking hurt. there’s only a split second of it, ellie almost missed it, but she saw it clearly. the gloomy blues hidden beneath your beautiful eyes, slowly becoming more evident. you’re trying your best to hide it beneath anger, mask it from her, but she sees it.
tears building the more your voice escalates and ellie would truly hate herself if she made you cry in front of her, again. she’s can’t see you do it again. it’s the last thing she wants. she can’t keep hurting you.
dina, fuck. she has to protect her. ellie’s unsure if you’ll lash out on here. you haven’t yet, but breakups pull the worst out of you and she’s fearful for the women she does love.
“just…don’t take it out on dina, alright? if you wanna be mad, fine. as much as i wish i could fix it, i know nothing i can say or do will earn your trust back. okay?”
your heart breaks at her instinct to protect dina, how she used to do the same for you. it nearly splits you into an abyss, cracking your soul just where she had nicked it. almost seemed intentional at this point.
“i would never be mean to her. she didn’t promise me a future together, you did. hope you have lovely fucking life with her.”
ex!ellie who is met with the wooden door being slammed in her face, nearly kissing her chin. she stayed there long enough to hear you cry, sitting on the concrete to hear the consequences of loving someone else who wasn’t her girlfriend, well now ex. she craved to punch something, someone. you whined, a name quietly dropped from your perfect lips, abby, your fucking best friend. she would be the one to comfort you, pick up the pieces of the wreckage ellie had left you with. it scorned her, letting a flame loose on her skin, with the thought of you with her. but she didn’t get to have feelings, she couldn’t be upset with how you chose to reassemble your sanity. not when she’s the one who broke you. even if it’s with the woman she always feared you love more than a friend.
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BACK FROM THE DEAD
carl grimes x reader
tags: angst, possibly squeamish shit i can’t tell, HAPPY ENDING WOOP
masterlist here!
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You and Carl had been best friends since kindergarten. You experienced everything together, including the death of the entire world. You both watched the world crumble around you, you saw people you loved die and humans turn against each other despite the beings that are already trying to kill anything they can get their hands on. Or teeth on more so.
You were there for him when he got shot for the first time and when Lori died (also the birth of Judith). You were there when he’d turned into someone you’d never seen before, he was so cold and barely talked to you but you understood. You always understood him. He was being a dick but when he needed you most at the end of the phase, you were there. He couldn’t be more grateful to have someone like you.
You were together after the fall of the prison. Also, dealing with cannibals together wasn’t something you planned on doing but you did. It wasn’t surprising but…you didn’t think it’d ever get that far. Anyway from there you were on the road for what felt like a year, despite it being a couple weeks but he helped you stay hopeful that something or someone would come along and save you.
Alexandria was that something.
You were finally able to be normal again. You had a nice house, nicer than the two of you had lived in before. Before everything you and Carl actually lived next door. You had a perfect little routine, you’d wake up and get ready, head next door for breakfast and Lori would drive you and Carl to school. Your houses weren’t the biggest, they were lived in and very homey.
The Alexandria homes were quite similar although they were a lot larger, you finally felt like a family again. Dinners together, family game nights. However it didn’t last as long as you wanted it to. Of course something had to go wrong. Something about this particular experience was different from the rest.
You and Carl were separated. You left the walls to retrieve a comic that Carl had left by the tree before the horde in the quarry was even discovered. He didn’t mean to, he’d just forgotten it but you knew he was worried about his dad going out to deal with the horde. You knew if he had a proper distraction, he wouldn’t be as stressed. So, you left without saying a word because you wanted him to be surprised.
You’d brought a machete with you, the machete he was going to use to train Gabriel that same day. You’d hope to be home before he noticed. While you were out, you heard the loudest noise you’d heard in a long time, it made you realize how silent the world was. you grabbed the comic and stuffed it in your bag before running back to Alexandria. You got caught up in the hordes, you had to hide various times to not be seen. You were smart enough to bring kitchen timers with you for when you needed them.
It was about night when you finally reached the walls. It was a random wall clear of walkers, you weren’t exactly sure what side you be on. You heard what sounded like a child scream, then a woman. You finally scale the wall and peek over to see Ron pointing a gun at Rick. You’d barely even processed that the walls had been breached when she stabbed him in the chest from behind, his death grip pulling the trigger and releasing the bullet. Moments later you see Carl fall to the ground.
He’d just died right in front of you. You had no reason to be there, your only reason was gone.
So you ran and didn’t look back.
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You lived off the small animals you found in the woods, it was a rough couple of years on your own. You refused to go back to Alexandria. You couldn’t live a life you were meant to live with Carl without him.
This resulted in a number of incidents that changed the trajectory of your life forever. About a year into being alone, you were shot by a man who’d been spiraling since the start. You stumbled upon his cabin and didn’t realize he’d been hiding inside ready to attack you.
He shot you in the thigh, the bullet didn’t go all the way through. You had to fight the man off and put him out of his misery to ensure your survival but even at that point you didn’t know if you even wanted to survive. You still were hung up on Carl, he was your true soulmate.
Anyway, you tried your best to dig the bullet out of your leg and you got most parts despite the excruciating pain, you almost passed out several times. You couldn’t help but feel stronger, however. Fragments of the bullet stayed in your leg, causing a limp you believed to wear off. It never did.
Not long after that you were hunting when you came across some walkers. They weren’t anything you couldn’t handle considering you’d practically been through hell and back. Then hell again and then back again. You get the idea.
You end up being able to handle them but with the way you did, you ended up getting a considerable amount of walker blood in your left eye. You didn’t think anything of it other than it had hurt essentially but you expected to wash it out and maybe it’d feel better.
But it didn’t.
It got severely infected and resulted in losing your eyesight. You were devastated obviously but you didn’t really get to see how extreme it looked until you’d found an old gas station and you looked in a bathroom mirror. You scared yourself so you resorted to wearing a makeshift eyepatch. Not that anyone would see you, but it made you feel better about it.
Little did you know, you were going in one big circle. You’d traveled far but after a couple years you found yourself back in the general area of Alexandria. You knew that because you found your and Carl’s tree. You reminisced about how everything used to be, even before the apocalypse.
You thought about it and as much as you hated to think about a life without Carl in Alexandria, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to return.
So you did just that.
You returned to the gates and you didn’t recognize the person guarding at the gate which you expected considering you hadn’t been there in about four years. You didn’t expect anyone to recognize you either. They motioned for someone to pull back the gate and when they did, you noticed how different Alexandria looked. There was a lot under construction, the houses looked different like they’d been repaired. You were unsure of anything that happened in the past couple years but you wanted to know if anyone you knew was still there.
You remained silent while the person at the gate greeted you like you were brand new, they mentioned Michonne and whether or not you could be approved to live there. You were happy to hear she was still alive, you didn’t doubt she would be. They basically talked your ear off, telling you about everything until they’d mentioned one name. Carl.
“We actually have a great doctor, Siddiq. Carl, one of the leaders here he saved him during the war-” You stopped them from rambling any further once you heard his name. “Carl? Carl Grimes?” The persons eyebrows furrowed in confusion, how did you know?
“Uh…yeah?” They reply wearily. “He’s alive?” You inquire, you already want to walk away to look for him but you need to know more. “I’m sorry, I hate to pry but like…are you from another settlement? Are you from Hilltop?” You shake your head. “I just need to know where Carl is, do you know where I can find him?”
The person looks you up and down. “Maybe we should get you checked out first. It doesn’t look like you’re well, you can get a shower and everything before you see him. He’s out anyway.” You think for a moment, realizing it was probably best you got checked on considering you’d been living in the wilderness for a couple years with no proper check up. You’d also suffered an eye infection that caused you to lose your eye, not to mention you were shot in the fucking leg.
You just couldn’t wait, you’d missed him so much. You did want to be presentable for him however. You cant come back from the dead to surprise your bestfriend looking the way you did. So you showered and put on fresh clothes. Afterwards you met with Siddiq and he helped clean your eye a bit, as well as giving you a proper eye patch to cover it. While with Siddiq, you were reunited with Michonne. She was ecstatic to see you and she knew Carl would be too, she’d told you that. You explained everything about how you ended up leaving after seeing Carl get shot and she understood. She was happy to see you back. She invited you to go greet him at the gates when he got home.
You waited for a while, you got a tour of new Alexandria while you waited. You reunited with some of the old group and you were explained how there are loads of settlements, also about the war.
When it was finally time to greet him back, you were out with the task to drag open the gate. When you did, he didn’t particularly notice but Michonne had to motion to you to get him to actually take a look at you. He was always so clueless.
He looked at you, looking at you intently and when he realized, all the tension from his face completely disappeared. He immediately embraced you with a hug, his face in your neck while you hugged him back tightly. You remain that way for a moment.
“I thought you were dead.” He tells you quietly.
“I thought you were too.”
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a/n: sorry guys this took me forever to post rhejrhrjf SO i have some cooler things to be published soon, something written by a friend of mine and then after the next two like Carl fics i will have a couple carol fics come out :) currently have 10 things in my inbox, but this week is the week before finals so idk how quick i can get to everything, summer will be great though ill have stuff out consistently its just rn there’s a lot LOLL
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#carl grimes#the walking dead#twd#carl grimes twd#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes fluff#carl grimes x reader#carl grimes x fem!reader#carl grimes x y/n#carl grimes the walking dead#the walking dead carl#carl grimes angst#carl grimes smut#twd carl
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Hi please keep rambling about your DBH AU it’s so well written and amazing! I love the characterisations of everyone and how you handled their relationships there in. My favourite part was Ghost thinking he’s a coward but he’s not he’s just been so badly hurt and when everyone learns about his past they don’t blame him for trying to protect himself they actually try and comfort him 😭 god damn that made me cry
Anyway it wouldn’t be annoying at all it’s obvious by the care and effort you put into writing it that you love this au.
apparently i am. a liar. but i still have a few thoughts about this AU
separating it into two parts:
misc:
- soap used to be a child caretaker android. he still keeps contact with the family, who have always treated him like one of their own
- for that reason also, he was somewhat eased into deviancy. he never even realized it first, because he’d always been happy as is—it was the sense of purpose that ticked him off, the want to try something new and completely different to what he’d always known
- ghost has heterochromia essentially for the same reason as markus (optics damage)
- ghost doesn’t remember much prior to his deviancy. roba erased a lot of memories, and sometimes he still experiences minor memory loss here and there, if it’s something from years prior. those pieces are still stored somewhere, but ghost has never bothered to go searching
post-reveal:
- soap is the only individual other than himself that ghost trusts to do repairs. even still he’s reluctant, at first, only letting soap help with the parts he can’t reach, but eventually even the simplest fixes he has soap work on
- unfortunately ghost isn’t given much of a choice but to reveal himself to the team about a year later, when he’s injured and price and gaz get a scare out of soap tearing ghost open to fix the worst of the damage and at least have him functional until they could get parts
- (it’s just a bit traumatic to watch your sergeant open your lieutenant’s chest. just a little)
- ghost still pretends like he isn’t an android around them, however. it’s how he’s acted forever now and it’s a difficult habit to quit—may not even be possible to quit. they wouldn’t treat him any differently, though, and he realizes that now with a slight guilt
- going back to soap’s ‘family’, he even goes so far as to bring ghost home to them, like he’s seen and read in movies and books. they’re more than happy to meet ghost and welcome him into their home—a glimpse of kindness ghost seldom sees, so he decides that they’re not so bad (meaning he memorizes every detail of their lives and interests, just so he can know the people who cared for soap in return for his service)
- both ghost and soap’s white casing are very scuffed and scratched, but if you look closely at their wrists, you may find one another’s initials etched into the plastic
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Good morning qsmpblr!
Hope you’re doing okay after the wave of tears and emotions yesterday but know that there is always light at the end of the tunnel and that what happened with Richas, Chayanne and Llulah that wasn’t a goodbye but a see you later because we will probably see them again very soon! Since we see Pomme and Dapper’s admins in Bad’s chat
(and seeing as both Chayanne and Llulah’s admin posted on Twitter, we will deftly see them again and who knows maybe we’ll see them in Phil’s chat new stream :D)
As for me? I am not leaving such a wonderful community and fandom! My mutuals and you guys have been nothing but kind and supportive and I’m forever grateful for that. I’ll be lurking around here and there and doing stuff!
Hopefully theses amazing content creators can still interact outside the server even if there is a possibility that it is no longer active because I still want theses bonds between creators from around the world! Maybe even a new server will be made!
If not then us fans can always make our own together and start a new small era of qsmp!!
Anyways sorry for the long heartfelt message lmao. I hope you all have a wonderful day! And don’t be afraid to cry and consult in someone! Take care of yourselves and have a lovely day! ❤️🫂 :D
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Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)
i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH
and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')
my future || jake "hangman" seresin
summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.
settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable
now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see
rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy
he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)
and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it
"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look
"i think so!"
the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.
when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys
if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained
and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him
so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)
it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!
by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺
everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in
and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again
and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight
"daddy!" he yells
you're all like wait wtf
did he just
say
oh
hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this
it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot
the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices
"daddy why are you crying?"
there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭
"because i'm happy!"
"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"
"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"
"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"
"forever and ever and ever and ever!"
how could you have gotten so lucky...
you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away
now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration
you take max to base every day right
and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time
if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place
or his fairy godmother :)
as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)
as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"
"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"
"see, the little man agrees"
sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...
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Happy 5/14!!!!
Aaaaahh not sure if this is my best work 😭 I just really wanted to draw smth for vettonso day but my brain hasn't really been functioning well LOL so I kept dreading working on this, especially bcs its so important to me, y'know? I hope it's good????? I'm happy with the concept, but I was just so unsure on so many of the angles and it was killing me. I did the color thing bcs I thought it'd add something interesting to it :) since I didn't paint it as I usually would
Anyways! Process!
Now I will explain all of them:
Boy king au is where it all starts of course. I think their relationship is the most developed in this compared to the others, but at the same point, they just start from such a different point, especially affection-wise. All of these kinda have a power dynamic, except the last one, and this is the most imbalanced. Fernando is being subservient, the only part of Seb he may kiss(in public lol) is his hand.
Matador au next. They hurt themselves when they try to be affectionate, because they live in the culture of a sport of violence and death. The sword separates them, their love for the sport keeps them apart, in fear that they hurt each other. Seb, yet again, looks down upon Fernando. Seb haunts Fernando's whole career, the constant overhanging presence. Also aside from that, shame that you can't see his three musketeers look bcs of the black background 😔
2012 core!!! I think this one is pretty easy to understand. Both of them often kiss their trophies, more so than any driver. So they're both trying to claim the wdc trophy by kissing it. Maybe you guys should just get rid of the trophy altogether and claim each other! But yes, just like the sword in the matador au one, the trophy and their ambitions divides, keeps them from ever bridging the vast gap between them, at least at that point in time.
The conclusion! Aka what I wish we will get at Imola 2024- kidding kidding. But it is 2024. Finally there is no conflict between them, there's no big thing keeping them in conflict, they can finally come together. Finally they can touch, there is no gap to bridge, they can appreciate each other, and appreciate what they failed to in years past.
The thesis is basically that they always have their aspirations between them, and their aspirations happen to be basically the same thing. Until those are resolved, the gap between them is too vast for them to recognize and/or find any commonality. How do you get along with someone when you're both fighting for the same thing? How do you get along when it feels like one of you is winning more? How do you get along when there's such a vast gap?
In boy king au, it's going to take a while before they both feel settled about the issue of the throne. That's what makes that au interesting, they're trapped in this state of non-closure and they have to actually solve their issues without the matter of one of them simply removing themselves from the equation. They have to find a way to get over themselves and their aspirations, because like it or not they're stuck with each other. I think with the hand kissing, it represents how Fernando, at that point, is only willing to play along with the game if it's tradition, and he often won't budge in other ways. Yes, I will show subservience, but only in this detached, formal way that I don't connect personally to. He's still holding his own bitterness over meaningfully appreciating Seb. Though it's not like Seb isn't at fault. It takes a while for him to not hold things over Fernando, and constantly humiliate him. One day they will meaningfully show affection, and it won't be some sort of power play.
I think matador au is pretty similar to real life, and the 2010s era(it's basically just their actual plot line but in the context of bullfighting.) They're forever going to have this big elephant in the room, and it only really gets resolved when one of them leaves the sport. Once they're not fighting directly against each other, they realize what they've been missing out on and what they were not appreciating for so many years beforehand. They finally come together because they can't just rely anymore on the sport keeping them together. They actually have to make that step to be in each other's lives, rather than just taking their presence for granted.
Also the text on the comic. "We keep missing, and missing, and missing, and finally kissing." It's basically: we keep missing the point of it all, we keep failing to appreciate each other presence in our lives and in our own individual grand stories. But when we're not forced together anymore, we have to make the choice to come together again ourselves. We keep missing what we actually need to do. Missing each other in favor of our aspirations. Etc etc. One day we will finally embrace and there will be nothing keeping us apart.
#hahaha im more proud of what i wrote under the cut so make sure to read that!#im happy w the concept but the art hurt my brain so its not my best work i dont think#i also never draw kissing#so please take my token of actual shippy affection for once#VETTONSO DAY!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHH#man im glad i realized that last wk bcs i think i wouldve never recovered if i didnt draw smth for it#tho thsts why i think i kinda dont like this drawing 😭#the process was rly stressful to me bcs im like I HAVE TO FINISH THIS#its my national holiday and i must pay my dues 🤧🤧#but im happy abt the plotline of this all :)#sigh. when will vettonso truly stop missing and actually start kissing#i rly hope 005's art and mine works as some sort of sacrifice so we get pics of them together from imola#like PLEASE guys if theres literally one thing you could do for me. it would make my year. genuinely#i just need that shock again of japan 23. just the completely unexpected pictures#cmon lets have a meetup of aston failboys as they look upon the amr24 and commiserate#^ see exactly the point of this art. they have this bridging them together.#conflict that keeps them together and that they can relate to rather than dividing them#conflict is not man vs man anymore. it's man vs car 😔#f1#formula 1#sebastian vettel#fernando alonso#vettonso#catie.art.#catie.rambling.txt
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For Worse or For Better
Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12 (TBC)
Masterlist
plot: it's time to face the music. remind him how it used to be. and finally say you want him. for ever and ever.
Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)
Warnings: none I can think of!
easter egg count: 21
wc: 3k
note: only two chapters left of I’ll Pay the Price, You Won’t!!!! enjoy :)
Eddie had always been a sight to see.
His beauty, the kind others would die to witness up close, had once belonged to you. Since the night you met, standing next to the bar in that neon glow, every passing day had been another image, another secret desire to see him again.
But you were no longer his.
And now here you were, staring at each other at the threshold of a castle you once had permission to roam.
You must’ve been a sight to see, makeup dripping down your face and hair completely soaked. Shaking from the rain, feeling it seep into your skin. Not the perfect image that graced magazine covers and sashayed across stages. No, you were human for once.
No longer a machine.
“It’s been a long fucking six months,” Eddie said finally.
God, his voice. That hint of gravel, exhaustion weighing on him in the dead of night. The way it still caressed your heart that you were convinced wasn’t beating anymore. You wanted to reach out, to pull him into your arms and weep.
But all you could say was, “I know.”
“And, what,” he continued, as if you’d said nothing. “You just show up out of thin air?”
“I know.”
“Are you insane? What are you doing here?”
I miss you. I love you. I never should’ve walked away. We’re both in too much pain to keep doing this to ourselves. I miss you. I love you. I’m sorry.
But it just sat there, heavy in your throat as it tried to make its way into your mouth. It was no use. There were too many words, too many speeches you could throw out to try and convince him that you were telling the truth.
And none of it slipped past your lips.
At the sound of cracked lightning, Eddie seemed to finally register the storm and shook his head. “Ah, shit. Come in, you’re soaked.” He moved away from the door, allowing you to tiptoe into the foyer of a house that felt so foreign to you now. “I’ll, uh, get you a towel.”
Eddie slammed the door before walking right past you. Not sparing you a glance, but still venturing down the hallway and out of sight.
Immediately, you crouched down and tried to remove your soaked Keds, unable to stop yourself from cringing at how heavy your socks even felt. Soaked through, dripping onto the tile the moment they were off.
You kicked them next to the door before you let your eyes wander around the space, absorbing the fact that nothing had been moved. Nothing had changed. It was as if it was stuck in your time of wild, of oasis. That smell, his smell, invaded any and every thought you had. The one that still left you breathless, tinged with romanticism, having to hold onto the nearest doorframe to keep yourself from falling over.
And in the quick flash of lightning rippling across the walls, you saw a little black cat scurrying towards you.
“Hey, Oz,” you mumbled, crouching down to scratch his head. Watched his mouth open in a silent coo, totally oblivious to state of your relationship with his dad. If there was one at all.
There was a flashback that you couldn’t stop, that moment Oz scratched at that back door. Waiting for you and Eddie to get out of the pool, that beautiful summer night laced with something resembling forever. You had no idea back then. And there was nothing you could’ve done to change the course of your future.
When Eddie slowly made his way back, he held the towel out for you. Slowly, you rose back up, all the while staring at the object in his hand. The same towel you always grabbed whenever you’d stayed over. The same one he swaddled you in that night. God, you felt sick.
“Thanks,” you said anyways, taking the time to wipe off.
“James let you in, huh?” he asked, turning back around and walking towards the living room. You took it as a sign to follow, your feet on the freezing floor making you shiver.
“Yeah, Scott helped.”
“Awesome,” he said sarcastically before sighing. “Well, uh, why’re you here then?”
Before you could get the courage to answer him, you glanced over at his couch. And you felt silly. It was just a couch, after all. But there were so many nights attached to it, each cushion committed to your memory. You knew where it dipped the best and where you sank like quicksand. There was even an ice cream stain, curtesy of you, still visible from where you stood.
And you could’ve sworn you heard your mingled laughter in the quiet.
Wiggling your toes on the tile, you stared down at your feet. “I wanted to talk.”
“About what?”
Your eyes snapped back up to meet his, frustration flaring at the absurdity of that question. “About what? Really? What do you think I wanted to talk about?”
Eddie rolled his eyes. “Jesus, of course I know what you wanna talk about. I just thought you could, you know, say it yourself?”
“I’m sorry!” you yelled. “Okay? I’m fucking sorry.”
“Oh, yeah?” he challenged, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really?”
“Yes!”
He leaned in, toward you. “What are you sorry for, hm?” he mocked.
“I’m a fucking idiot, Eddie,” you stated, dropping the towel to the ground. “A goddamn idiot. I screwed up and I’m sorry.”
“That all you’re sorry for?”
“Eddie, no. Jesus Christ. I just…” You shook your head, placing your hands on your opposite shoulders. Tried to let the pressure calm your mind, ease the flood. But the tide was already taking your thoughts back to the ocean. You were already turning back into sea foam. “I don’t know where to even start, but… I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have walked away. And I should’ve said this stuff a long time ago.”
“You have a phone,” he said with an edge to his tone. “You could’ve called.” He looked up before he sniffled. “I don’t get it. Sometimes, I sit in bed and I just…don’t get it. Like, at all. You liked that I didn’t listen to the world. You liked that I wanted to be with you. You liked that I stayed when it got bad. When did all of that shit stop being enough?”
“Eddie…”
“When did I stop being enough?”
“That’s not it—”
Eddie interrupted, saying your name with a sigh. “Like, you made me more of a secret. Kept me from being able to support you. And I get that you wanted privacy, but that doesn’t mean you can just treat me like that when everyone already fucking knows. Like, why bother?” His head shook as he sighed again. “Not to mention, you did all the shit your exes did to you. Like, what kind of game is that? What makes you think that it’s okay?”
“I know,” you agreed. “And I don’t think it’s okay. I didn’t even realize all of that until tonight and that’s exactly why I’m here.”
“But you don’t get to just…walk back in here at two in the morning and say you want me back.”
“Yeah, I…” You looked down, absentmindedly picking your nails. “I know that. I do. It’s just…your songs. What you said. If I could, um, hear your knock, brought back by my revery. Each tap, each rap still committed to my memory. But that’s—”
“Up to you, darling,” he continued. You lifted your gaze to his face, to the tears welling in his eyes. “It’s all up to you.”
You took a step forward, feeling your eyes spill with running water. “And…and you said…” Without explanation, you reached into your crop top and pulled out the lighter.
“The lighter,” he whispered. Eddie seemed as transfixed by the discovery as you were, eyes trained on the small object. Because it wasn’t just a lighter. It wasn’t something just left in your house, forgotten the moment it went missing.
It was more than that. A symbol—Eddie’s devotion personified. Something so personal, given to him in a time of despair and deflation, left in your possession. Only asked for once your memory was the only thing left to cling to. Once your memory was the only association left to give it.
“I found it tonight, randomly. It was under the couch.” You tried to look away from his intensifying gaze, but you couldn’t. You just couldn’t. “It just…it felt like a sign.”
Eddie whispered your name, pausing for only a moment longer before he straightened. Shook his head, ridding whatever thoughts remained.
“No—Fuck!” He scoffed, rubbing his eyes. “No, you can’t just fucking do this. Fuck, you just…you make me fucking crazy.”
Now you were stepping closer, compelled by his denial. How could you make him understand? How could you convince him that you were telling the truth?
“Eddie, I promise. I promise I mean it.”
“But you left!” he exclaimed.
His fingers still rested over his eyes, like he was terrified to look at you. Like he was terrified by his reality.
“I know, but—”
“And I’ve sat here and fucking cried my stupid fucking eyes out every night because all I see—all I ever fucking see at night is you leaving. Just walking out and acting like none of this mattered.”
“Eddie, I’ve felt the same—”
“No,” he shouted, hands immediately coming down and fisting at his sides. His glare made you nauseous, eyebrows sinking lower and lower into his face as his lip quivered. “No, you do not get to say that to me. Not now. Not when you made that choice. You can’t try to fucking empathize with me when this is your fault.”
“And I regret it every second of every day!” you shouted back, taking another step forward. “You heard my album! You know what this has done to me. I feel like I’m dying inside every single fucking night. I get no sleep because I just think about you and how much I fucked up. I did it because I thought I was protecting you. And you know me. You know I’m a people pleas—"
“Nah, man,” he interrupted, shaking his head as he let out a breathy chuckle. The bitter smile on his face made you shudder. “I thought I knew you. For just a second. Just a fucking, shit, I don’t know, a miniscule second, I thought I knew you. But that’s not true, is it? Hm?”
Speechless. That’s the only way to describe how you felt in that moment, staring at the man you knew was the love of your life and hearing him question your character. Like he’d already made up his mind about you. Like his album was the bargaining and the depression—and now he was in a state of rage, finally seeing you as the villain of his story.
“You—"
“Oh, and by the way,” he interrupted again, shaking his head at you. Like he knew what you were going to say. Maybe he really did. “You said you were doing it for me, but you didn’t.” You watched his tears start to fall. “You did it for you. Or to hurt yourself or whatever. I don’t know. Point is, it just wasn’t for me.”
At last, the silence fell.
Two sets of eyes continued to meet again. Not in the way old friends do, but in the way severed lovers do. A stare laced with the kind of pain that lingered in the tissue of muscles, racing through veins like second nature. And just like wounded animals, you could both see the other was injured.
You probably should’ve just walked away. Was there a point to any of this? You were led by blind faith, by this notion that he’d swaddle you into his grasp and kiss you and ask for your hand in marriage. That all could be forgiven if you just locked eyes. If you just told him…
If you just…
Told him…
“I was afraid to tell you what I want,” you admitted.
Eddie’s breath seemed to even out, exasperation starting to seep in. He threw up his hands and asked, “What’s that, then?”
“I want you.”
Immediately, his mouth fell open.
But you put up a hand.
“No, Eddie. Listen to me. I want you. Maybe forever. No, you know what? Not maybe. I want you forever and fucking ever. I want to spend the next however many years navigating this shithole and make music and travel and be there for each other. Go to award shows and congratulate each other. I want to touch you in fucking public and not give a shit about what anyone says. I want to move in with you and drive each other crazy.”
You stopped trembling, shoulders back as you finally reached him. Like you were only now greeting him, finally gazing into those beautiful brown eyes of his. Though they were still glassy, you didn’t cower away. Instead, you took a deep breath and continued.
“And then I want you to get on one knee and ask me to marry you. A bouquet, a veil, a lover lying await in the shade. You wrote that. You fucking wrote that. And, you know what? Yeah. I want that. I want it more than anything in the world. Let’s get a few more cats. Let’s get married somewhere with our friends and just get high and dance and laugh. And I want to, no I will write you love poems and songs and show you first and then show the whole fucking world…”
You paused, taking a deep breath as you made sure he heard every word. “How much I love you.”
Eddie instantly caved, his shoulders hunching as his eyes flickered between yours.
“I will spend every miniscule second of every day making sure you never doubt how in love with you I really am.”
He exhaled, arms slightly extending. As if he was about to reach for you. And you wanted to reach back, wanted to watch the sparks flicker as your fingertips met one another. But you had to keep going. You had to make him understand.
“You know exactly who I am, Eddie,” you stated. “You always have. I should’ve never, ever made you question that.”
His silence made you want to drop to the ground, to beg him to believe you. Because you couldn’t decipher his expression, couldn’t decode the words circulating around that beautiful fucking brain of his. He didn’t make it any better, eyes searching your face over and over again. Like he was assessing the evidence. Reading back the notes.
But after what felt like hours, Eddie sighed.
“You’re crazy, you know that?”
You exhaled, all breathy and relieved. “I know. Jeff said the same thing on the phone earlier.”
“Should’ve known that bastard would’ve ratted me out.”
“He said you’ve been holed up here for a while.”
“Yeah.”
“I understand why.” You tried to lower your heart rate as you said, “I’m sorry I didn’t say I love you back. I didn’t want to say it and then just walk away.”
“I thought you did, but then…I just…didn’t.”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you I’m in love with you since I went to Pittsburg to see Mary, Este, and Becky after my tour.”
“But that was only, like, a month after we started seeing each other.”
“Mhm. It was a Saturday.”
“Funny, ‘cause I’d been wanting to tell you I love you since the very first night we met.”
The first smile you’d been able to manage today broke across your lips. Slowly. Gently. “But we didn’t even know each other.”
“I didn’t care. I was already fucking crazy about you.” Heat rose on your cheeks the second you saw the corners of his mouth begin to lift. “And I wanted to tell you I was in love with you about, uh, two weeks in. Right after you came and surprised me at my show. When I crashed backstage at your show—”
“In Seattle?”
“Yeah. I thought about telling you then, but I didn’t.”
“That was only a week later.” Eddie nodded. You let out a groan, slapping your hand over your face. “I’m so stupid.”
“Far from it,” he whispered, fingers reaching up to move your hand away. Your eyes connected once again. But you were weak at his touch, the first in six months, the word kryptonite flooding your thoughts. “But you did make a stupid mistake. There’s a difference.”
“One more chance,” you said. “Just give me one more chance. If I fuck up again, you never have to see me again. I promise.”
Eddie’s grasp on your hand tightened, nearly red hot against yours. He hadn’t let go. He hadn’t lost contact, still anchoring himself to you even as the air grew thick with uncertainty.
But the most peculiar thing happened. He raised his right hand, crossing the barriers between you and caressing your cheek. A whimper left your lips at the tender touch, feeling absolutely weightless as he smiled at you again.
“Come running back, consider your exile foregone,” Eddie whispered, tightening his grasp on your cheek. Thumbing your lower lip, eyes flickering from your mouth to your gaze, he finished. “I choose you in the low glow of dusk, love you ‘til dawn.”
He kissed you then, his forgiveness dripping into you like honey. Saltwater-stained lips added to the familiar flavor, taking broken halves and molding them back together. Your hearts didn’t mold the same way, but they did shift into something new. Something beautiful. Something golden.
That night, Eddie made love to you with your hand always twined with his. A welder with the scorching stroke of a furnace, binding himself to you in every way humanly possible. Pouring apologies and promises into one another, letting the scars scab over while new skin grafted over the wounds—saliva being the cure. Touch being the remedy.
There was nothing “resembling” forever anymore.
It was only that. It had only ever been that.
Forever.
thank you @strangergraphics, my beloved, for your endless stream of dividers for yours truly <3
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↳ EVENT 18. Harvey (Yandere & Anal)
Pairing: Harvey / F!Reader
Genre: Smut 18+
WC: 3,330
Warnings: yandere, dubcon, anal, medical malpractice, drug use, drug abuse, just the tip, creampie
Prompt(s): 18 — yandere + 19 — anal
Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!
A/N: for a while, i wasn't sure what to write for this piece. but the idea i eventually settled on is nice, i think. i enjoyed writing it anyway :D harvey is a strange character for me to write because im basically guessing how this man is supposed to act on vibes alone, so i rlly hope i got him down this time!!
Rhythmic taps of his foot bouncing against the floorboards of your bedroom seem to boom in the quiet open space, chin in his hand in faux thought over how he should answer your question, what he should do with you moving forward. On one hand, he didn't get his medical licence for nothing, right? All those vows he took, sworn to do good on this Earth and to help those in need, promising his superiors to lead all into a brighter future with his helpful medicine.
Ah, when he thinks about it like that, there's really no issue at all, is there? Because on the other hand; God he loves you. Love you so much, perhaps a little too much if he's being honest with himself; in secret, never quite getting to grips with how to say those simple three words out loud and to your face. Shameful, isn't he? Pining in privacy over your whole existence, revering you as some sort of celebrity in his smaller world. He'd like to man up and simple tell you how he feels, but his knees almost certainly always buckle from under him at the mere thought of doing so. Perhaps the fact that he hasn't even taken you out on a single date yet is part of the reason why he's been yet unable to tell you the truth, because after all, he's nothing more than your mere valley doctor, right? Or, maybe it's because he thinks you should know how he feels by now, all of these extra home visits to your farm must count for something, right? And surely, deep down, he knows that you aren't happy to see him just because he's got some more euphoric medicine for you... It's because it's him, right? That smile that you greet him with as he enters your room again, you poor thing, you've been bed ridden for quite some time now haven't you? Without him, you'd be unable to do anything!
You'd be nothing.
And isn't that love at the end of the day? Some sickly version of it, full of back pats to help coughs out and body rubs to ease sore muscles. In sickness and in health, as they say.
He sighs, deep and prolonged. An almost yawn from how hard he has to think— there are so many responses one could have to your rather mundane question, and he struggles to settle on the most satisfying one.
"Are you sure I'm not getting better, Harv?"
He hums absently. The attached nickname feels more akin to a promise of further affection than a simple nickname, a perceived closeness shared only amongst lovers. His heart races in his chest, thumping loudly for you to listen to if only your face was pressed snug to his chest. Which he wants oh so badly, yknow? Wants to take care of you forever, to hold you in his arms, wrap you up nice and tight and to keep you there forever more. Is that so bad? Would you blame him if he were to tell you the God's honest truth that no, you're not getting better, and that it's because he's giving you improper medical advice?
Nothing too obstructive! No, he doesn't want to cause you any real harm, doesn't want to damage his goods in any way, shape, or form. But enough bad advice to keep you bed ridden for him, like a little trapped doll in his play house. Soft and pliable to his touch, seeking comfort in the form of his open palms, how they search and tend to your sore body with gentle touch, how they tug on his pants with rougher contact when he thinks you aren't looking. It's just that you're easier to manipulate when you're all doped up on drugs, right? You wouldn't fault him for making you all woozy on purpose, stretching his arms out and straightening his back with resolution, standing up from the bedside chair you'd asked him to collect one lazy afternoon mid check up with determination. You're in here often enough, might as well get comfortable, right?
And comfortable he is, bringing his suitcase along with him to your side, perched precariously on the edge of it so as to not disturb your aching body too much. See, isn't he so thoughtful? Isn't he so kind? Wouldn't he make such a good partner for you, considering he's spent the majority of his recent days simply tending to your every need? Proving his worth to you as a partner, cause if you really think about it, isn't he playing the husband role so well for you right now? He digs through his briefcase while indulging in his self serving thoughts, eager to distract you from the truth else he might have to force you to see how good he is for you. And he wouldn't want to do that, pained at the thought of having you endure any more hurt by his hands. Inside of his case, among various random objects, are a packet of pills. "Here," he hands you one, shivering into the meagre shared connection of your hand as it barely lifts to touch his. He's never felt so strongly about someone before, so this must be fate, right? He must be doing the right thing. "It'll ease the ache, promise." he encourages you, quickly grabbing your nearby glass of water to help aid your swallow. And he can't help but to stare as the water trickles down your throat, how he bares witness to the pill getting swallowed as if it were some kind of porno playing out right in front of him.
You don't need anyone but him, don't you know?
Getting hard by your side has become a somewhat regular occurrence for him. Annoying at first, but then soon turned greedy. He's always done his best to hide it out of fear of judgement, and there's plenty of excuses to use. I'll go get you some more water, excuse me for a moment for I need to use the restroom, I left something in the living room so I'll be right back— but for once, he stays. Selfish desire assisting his actions when he rests a hand on his growing bulge. That's all, he doesn't move it, just rests it there in the mean time.
At least until your pills start to take effect.
A dumb little thing like you should feel lucky to have someone as benevolent as him obsessing over you. Could you imagine if it were anyone more uncouth? Someone more barbaric? Unlike him, who simply keeps pleasant conversation with you as the light from your eyes dull ever so slightly. A pretty sight, one he wants to jerk off to so badly; but because he's such a gentleman, he refrains. For now.
"Have you—" you hiccup, and he thinks it's the cutest sound in the world. Must be part of the pills effect on you. "Have you figured out what's actually... Y'know, wrong with me yet?" You ask, and the slight slur in your speech only has his cock growing harder. Distracts him for your understandable question, causes him to lag behind a little in his response time. Because he's too busy thinking that tonight, he's determined to go one step further than usual. It's why he's brought extra strength pills for you to take. A soft smile tugging on his lips that could easily be passed off as a placation, but only he is privy to the understanding of its true meaning.
So fucking cute all drugged up, sweetheart... Can't wait to show you the fruits of my labour.
"I'm... I'm sorry, your condition is... Well, elusive, shall we say?"
Anything, saying fucking anything to get you to not question his tactics, or his ethics, letting his thumb rub nonchalantly up and down his throbbing cock when you struggle to keep your head upright before him. It's curious, he thinks, how fast the pills have worked. The thought that perhaps he's given you just a little too high a dosage crosses his mind, but he quickly forgets all about it when you offer him that sweet, dopey smile again. Heaven, he thinks. Like a siren song to his worries, you so easily reel him back in and out of his head.
That's why you belong to him, okay?
He takes it as a signal to continue, to take advantage of the situation while you're sat there vulnerable. Otherwise, why else would you be looking so happy right now? Can you feel the medication running through your system right now? How the edge of pain is immediately knocked off thanks to his gracious gift; it's about time you repaid your long overdue debt, don't you think? That's why you're giggling all sweetly at him when he takes to staring at you, his gaze travelling down your bedsheet covered frame but God it's enough to get him going— you're enough to get him rock hard in secrecy.
Especially when you become so easy to manhandle into position, like a cute little ragdoll for him. Or, more crassly, a pretty little fucktoy, right? It's what he's due, after all. Content not to take a single penny off of you for his hours of tireless work caring, tending, loving you; so long as you can pay with your body. And with the help of his medicine, you're able to do just that.
His voice comes out a little hoarse when he coos down at your babbles of nonsense, spurred on by his contradictory gentle touch helping you flip onto your tummy with such ease that his cock involuntarily twitches at your intoxicated display. It'll be easier if you can't see his face during his attack, that way you'll have no memory that it was him with his hands all over you right now. "Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm going to make you feel all better real soon, all right? Just— Just stay right there— here, let me help you move your head to the side so that you can still breathe, and—" He pauses for a few seconds, fully taking in the sight of you laying down so submissively for him, like you want him to exploit you right now. You follow your doctors orders so well, you just need a little help getting in the right headspace. And then, breathlessly, if only because all of his blood is concentrated at his cock and not his brain: "Perfect." The pretty picture of you face down on your sheets below is almost too much for him to handle, prompting him to paw at his bulge before moving on to the next step of his perverted plan.
Slowly, he helps you take off your pyjama bottoms. Cute as they are, and as well as you suit them, he can't rightly make you feel good if you keep them on, now can he? Tugging them down your legs, hissing at the sight of your ass bouncing before him as he goes to grab at it. Just a little, brushing it off as part of his attempt to help undress you, rather than the actual perversion present in his fingertips as he wants for nothing more than to explore every part of you. To touch, mark, and remember every inch of your skin first hand.
But there's time yet to do all of that, isn't there? With the plentiful prescription he's provided you kept in his back pocket, he can play with you for... God, a few months, maybe? And by then you should have already fallen in love with him too, and when you're really all better he can take you on a date, and— fuck, his fingers are hooking under your underwear already. Instinctively pinging the fabric back against you as a little experiment, cock throbbing for you when you let out short gasps in response. Whether you'd like to admit it or not, that pretty body of yours is trying to coax him in, isn't she? Just begging for his care and attention, prompting him to exhale harshly when he tugs your panties off in one fell swoop. Too eager to keep it in his pants any longer, wanting so badly to show you just how much he loves you as he unzips his pants to let his cock spring free. That's enough, there's no need for him to undress more. The thought of having your juices stain his fancy dress pants sticky has his head dizzy, chest tight with unspilled affections wanting— no, needing to be released, and soon if his hard cock is anything to go by. Leaking precum all over your thighs, dripping down to your bedsheets as a reminder of his love for you.
There's just, well... One little problem... Which is that he cannot get you pregnant right now, not without at least taking you on a date first! It's like, the minimal requirement needed before knocking you up, right? That, and he'd rather have you be as in love with him as he is with you before starting a family. Though the thought alone of impregnating you and having you endure carrying his child is an alluring one... Quick, think of a solution before you fucking— Ah. Anal. It's the only other option left, the most obvious one staring him right in his face. Nervously shaking hands coming out to pinch and prod at your ass cheeks, a shiver of pleasure rolling down his spine at your meek reactions. He has to. He's gotta have you no matter what, and the thought of taking you in such a debasing way only makes him harder; though he'd loath to admit it. His precious, pretty, girl; would you like him to fuck your little asshole? A thumb situated between your cheeks, he instinctively spreads you open and fuuuck, such a pretty little asshole you've got. All puckered up and winking at him, he takes that as a resounding yes to his unvoiced question.
He bends down to his briefcase once again to fish out some lube. Carried with him just in case, shivering into the cool liquid that drools over his red hot cock, and God he wants to help stretch you open a little first, fat fingers itching to be buried knuckle deep in your tight hole; but he can't wait. Not for a second longer, fucking his fist for only a couple of strokes to make sure that his whole length is coated in lube and he's already lining himself up to your hole, in a hurry in part because he's not sure how long these drugs will last, but also because he simply can't fucking stop to wait, loves you that much, he's unable to act proper when in your presence.
Eagerly, he pushes his tip inside. Where he thought he might face more resistance, he instead is engulfed by acceptance, an intoxicated reaction cause by the drugs he fed you earlier but fuck if he doesn't confuse it for your willingness to let him fuck your ass right now. Too lost in the feeling of how almost unbearably tight your hole is, squishy insides squirming around him so nicely that he loses his voice for a few seconds, returning it with a guttural moan when he struggles to push in more than just his tip— but that's more than enough for him. A greedy amount even, instantly taking to pulling his hips back only to push back in with more need, uncaring if more of his length enters or not; your pretty little asshole is sucking his tip off so well that he can barely fucking stand it. Seething from behind you, whining with you when you mumble back at him.
"S—Sorry, ah—" He rolls his eyes to the back of his head, sheer pleasure pooling at his core from the way your ass feels, wrapped around him so tightly that he feels as though he's suffocating. The gross nature of not only taking advantage of you right now, but fucking where the sun don't shine, exploring parts of you he hopes no one else has before; it all fills him with so much adoration. Pouring out of him with every needy gasp and wanting sigh, settling into a comfortable pace back and forth— it helps that his fucks help move your body too, the very minor feeling of your ass falling back down against his cock is similar enough to if you were willingly fucking him too. "I didn't mean to— I mean, God, you feel so good, y'know that?"
You can call him whatever you'd like. Gross, disgusting, dirty, obsessed, but he'd never lie to you. Dance around the truth, maybe, but he loves you too much to disrespect you like that, cutting off his lewd lie of I didn't mean to stick my tip into your perfect little asshole, promise! because it's not true. What is true is that you make him feel so good, clenching your puffy hole around him all pretty like that, leaking slick from your cunt like a plea for more. And he wants to give it to you so bad, for as long as possible.
But you were made for him. Close, already? Another confirmation of how you were meant to be with him, if nothing else more embarrassing. There's no other explanation rising in his fucked dumb mind as to why he's already feeling so close; the perversion from defiling your ass is only part of it. Balls heavy as they swing between his legs, still not able to fuck his full length into you just yet, a loud moan spilling from his bitten lips at the thought of taking his time to teach you how to take his whole cock later on. Wouldn't that be fun? Daily stretching sessions, oh fuck, he could coax you into playing with him like that with those pills couldn't he? Thoughts of spreading your legs wide under the guise of warming up your muscles to speed up the healing process, all while his cock is buried deep in your ass a little more each session.
"I can't stop, I'm sorry—" He all but sobs with you, your sounds of satisfaction tugging on his heart when he thinks that there's no way someone who doesn't want this would sound so happy. Your reactions are just so adorable to him, every wiggle and wail egging him on to continue ravaging your little hole in the name of love. The final nail in the coffin not being how tight your ass wraps around his intrusion, or from how the bed squeaks under his every weighty thrust, or even from the cute little moans you let out. But rather, because you seem so happy with him tainting your little asshole with his love, aren't you? Feels so good to have him explore your insides like this, grabbing a handful of your ass to pull it to the side in an effort to watch his seed spill into your hole.
But there's just so much of it, and he's barely bullied his way inside of you. The vast majority of it coming out to stain your cunt sticky white, and he doesn't have the mind to clean it up immediately. Too busy moaning your name over and over again, panting, chest positively heaving from above from the amount of effort it takes him to milk himself empty, overflowing with so much love for you it's a little absurd. A secret freak, a side of him that only you are privy to as he stains your insides with his seed. Don't you feel so lucky?
Barely done, still catching his breath, half smiling at how well you wear his load, he finds that he can't help but to look forward to tomorrows at home appointment even more.
He can only fall more in love with you from here.
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hello :] just finished reading ur hypersexual jake fic and holy fuck. i’m gonna need another five weeks to recover because holy shit? still waiting on the day where i would read a fic from yours and go “yeah that’s a good fic” instead of literally taking 7 breaks and staring at my walls for hours just trying to process how ur mind (that i want to worship) came up with all of this. with each fic u keep on proving urself to be one of thee best writers like ever and it’s so insane. you never reach a peak in ur improvement and only keep getting better and better and more creative and i absolutely love and adore your presence in the enhablr community like omg. anywho. i love the way you wrote this jake. you made him so perfectly desperate and horny and the whole keys & panties scene was so 😵💫 just smth about the mutual agreement of free use mid sex and all the examples was so mindblowing like i had to close my phone for a few seconds ngl. anyways this is getting way too long but i love you ! hope that you’re taking good care of yourself and i also hope that you always know how loved & appreciated you are :] have a great day or night !
-🪻 it’s me :D
still waiting on the day where i would read a fic from yours and go “yeah that’s a good fic” instead of literally taking 7 breaks and staring at my walls for hours just trying to process how ur mind (that i want to worship) came up with all of this.
kdsjhfkds you guys are giving me so much love??? my heart is soooooo so so full and im trying to take these compliments and run with them
with each fic u keep on proving urself to be one of thee best writers like ever and it’s so insane. you never reach a peak in ur improvement and only keep getting better and better and more creative and i absolutely love and adore your presence in the enhablr community like omg.
insane words to put in a sentence with me and i am forever happy and thankful that you ever felt the need to even say such a thing to me ;-; ILY ILY ILY THANK YOU, [idk how many times imma say it but fr i don't know how else to appreciate you for this]
thank you for reminding me that my writing isn't trash when i get rly insecure about it, and thank you for telling me to take care of myself. im v happy and pleased that you found me and my works, now im politely asking u to never leave and always read what i write :D
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somewhere only we know.
pairing: ot8 x reader (ot8 in the sense that there's no name mentioned so you can imagine whoever you want)
genre/warnings: established relationship, (tooth-rotting??) fluff, half a second of angst if you squint; this is pretty self-indulgent and also i just randomly wanted to write it this way. kinda similar to this but not really
word count: 0.6k
note: again, imagine whoever you want! mimo is on the cover just for illustrative purposes and also he's my guy so what did you expect from me lol
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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the waterfront on the tail end of a sunset walk. your hand tightly intertwined with his. sharing strawberry tanghulu and tasting the fruity sweetness on each other's lips. neighborhood children rushing by in a hurry to make it home for dinner. 7:12pm, his jacket around your shoulders to keep you warm as dark blue begins its descent for the evening. the wind and her gentle kisses upon your hair. you stop to take a picture of the sunset but he stops to take a picture of you. a rose-colored blush when he tells you you're the beautiful thing he's ever seen. love, love, love. him, the stars shining in his eyes before they have to come out and paint the sky. mismatched footsteps and twin smiles.
the middle of your apartment's entryway, not even making it into the living room. your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist and in your hair. a long trip coming to a stop, a big suitcases abandoned by the door. the scent of his familiar cologne that you've yearned to touch for weeks now. 1:19am, wide awake. somewhere in the world, iris by goo goo dolls is playing on repeat. i missed you's and i love you's and fresh tears. feeling like you could hold him like this for hours until the darkness outside falls away. no more facetiming with seas of distance between you. chests pressed tightly together, no space, all love. sweet nothings whispered right next to your ear. home is where the heart is, and your heart is home.
the park five minutes away from his parents' house. your head on his chest, both of you on a large picnic blanket laid out on green, green grass. his heartbeat under your palm, your mind somewhere up there among the clouds. sleepy and lax under the influence of the sun. 3:29pm, an iced matcha latte and a slice of lemon cheesecake sound absolutely divine right about now. there's an urge to voice that thought, but you know neither of you can be bothered to move. his lips pressed against your forehead, then a tender "i could stay like this forever."
the convenience store just around the corner. a spontaneous snack run in the middle of the night because you were craving sweets. empty streets but your hearts are full hearts. the cashier's ringtone is a song that you both hate. 12:22am, no worries in your head. tomorrow is still the weekend. banana milks and chocolate ice cream. he falls for you all over again when you aren't looking, and tells you "nothing," with a coy smile when you ask why he's staring. time works differently at night, almost like it doesn't seem to pass at all. there's no logical explanation to why you feel like you're on top of the world at midnight in sweatpants; maybe it's just being with him, maybe it's just being in love.
your favorite bar on a rainy evening. the argument was stupid, but it was heated enough for you to storm out. only red on your mind; forgotten weather forecasts and forgotten umbrellas. stubborn and angry and alone. the fight was your fault anyway. 8:18pm, a bottle of soju for company. ignoring his calls and texts when your phone lights up with his name. heavy raindrops loud enough to hear from inside your shelter, heavier heart. the way his face fell when you said what you didn't mean. why did you say that? forty five minutes and the bottle is almost gone. far too tipsy to pay attention to the chime of the bell by the door, but sober enough to recognize his presence when he sits down next to you. his rain-dampened hair and your fragile, wounded pride. the apologies are quiet, uttered into the space between the two of you, only for his ears. forgiveness in the form of gentle fingers holding your own. "it's getting cold," he says. "let's go home."
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afton boys
#Don’t like how these turned out but I’m uploading anyway#Fnaf 4 I love you forever always#My art#fnaf#five nights at freddys#michael afton#crying child fnaf#Fnaf 4
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Build-A-Bear Chococat!!
#build a bear#chococat#!!!#this one took me forever to make#i guess chococat isn't super popular#but thats okay because i love him#i want the stuffie so bad but it's s o expensive#so for now I'll be content with looking at it from afar!#anyway i hope you enjoy#as always#sfw interaction only#moodboard#sfw agere#agere#age regression#sfw littlespace#agere moodboard#age dreaming#also! for those concerned I'm currently in my exam#don't worry this is queued#so hopefully my exam is going well!!
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Stobin Appreciation Week 2023 by @dailystobin!!!
Day 4 : songs/lyrics/poems 🤍
spongebob // The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket // A little life, Hanya Yanagihara // Ribs, Lorde // Normal People, Sally Rooney // Frog and Toad, Arnold Lobel // Stuck with me, The Neighborhood // Just Kids, Patti Smith // (pic) Troy and Abed (quo.) Winnie the Pooh by @/catbandits // Ryan O’Connell // Written on the body, Jeanette Winterson // Trista Mateer // Smoke Signals, Phoebe Bridgers // Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, Anne Carson
#med school has been quite literally kicking my ass and I can’t bleieve I forgot about stobin week!#I’m so sorry thsi is late admin skdnfkdjkfjc#ANYWAY created a whole ass web weaving post for da besties😭#i love them so much forever. youre everything to me platonic soulmates🥺🥹#thank you so much for hosting this WE ALWAYS NEED MORE STOBIN CONTENT!!!!!!!!#stobinweek2023#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley#stobin#platonic with a capital p#platonic stobin#web weaving#*mine
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I think what really gets to me with the finale is that Merlin was so close to getting Arthur to the lake. Yet, there was no plan beyond that. It's like even if they did get there, who knows if anything would have happened.
The idea that there was still more tragedy awaiting even if they made it, that yeah despite all of Merlin’s magic, he couldn't save Arthur's life.
It was always the possibility of the Sidhe, but there was no guarantee. It was all hope from the start, endless hope that failed them in the end.
Because well, it was always supposed to happen like this anyway... Arthur was meant to die so he could rise again, there was no alternative
#bbc merlin#merlin#merthur#some little festive angst for you all on the angstiest day of the year for this fandom ;)#i just feel for Merlin so much all that hope to save his loved one and yet and yettttt#like genuinely what would have happened like Merlin has gone around murdering Sidhe left and right djdjdjd#It was always meant to be this way is something that we all must come to accept with the canon#As Julian Murphy said in the infamous commentary they had to deliver on Arthur's death because they had been building up to it for so long!#anyway i love it watching Arthur's death is kinda like a strange catharsis for me these days#like it's I look at it like it's okay there's still hope it's okay to watch him die and feel sad it's not over forever
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