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silvershiningtarot · 6 months

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💕💕PAC: moodboard Of Your Relationship with Your Future Spouse? ☀️💋

Disclaimer: 18+ mature. This is a general reading I wanted to added a MoodBoard. I’m doing a reading of my intuition. To see if you guys like it or not. Remember this is a general reading and these are Three Piles! So enjoy 😊 sorry it is going to be short and tell me what you think first.

Pile 1: In this relationship between you and your Spouse as the goofy couple. Both of you love to joke around with each other. It is like you two get each other, in the most possible way you can think of. Maybe, you two like the same movies, shows, food, or goofy faces. You both are each other’s perfect match. I feel that you two are telepathically connected. You'll know what your husband is thinking and they'll know what you are thinking. Both of you say it out loud. I see lots of laughs and giggles. Aww, so adorable. I can see that you two will find ways to brighten up each other’s mood. For example, if the other one is down the other uplift the other one up. I heard “Hella support.” so much support here. I feel that this relationship is childlike. But don't get me wrong every relationship has there’s low vibrations. But I'm sensing that this relationship is so goofy after an argument you two continue laughing 😅. Which is good to me, in my opinion. I see that your spouse likes feeding you making sure that you eat well. They're more the type to eat fruits. Your husband likes to eat fruits make sure their body is nice and right. I heard “rice” so maybe, they eat a lot of rice for some of your husband’s. Most of you, I think that your husband is very childlike in a relationship with you. It is like I heard “childhood crush.” you know in those movies kid grow up remembering their childhood lover. It is like that with you two. That's the vibe I'm sensing. But I also sense self-care as well. You two will bathe with each other, putting on face masks. It is like a routine with you two. Every day the second you wake up in the rising. You two start your routines. I feel that you like to be on your husband a lap. If you look at the mood board pictures, you can tell. Always on them. For this Pile, I sense that you have a codependency. Or they do. They are always on you. You're on them. Which is okay as long as it is healthy. If it gets too toxic, oh snap! Lol 😆 but I don't sense honestly. But I sense good vibes. I do feel that they will propose to you. They'll make your dream wedding happen for you. Even if they don't make that much money they'll help you out because I heard them say “I love you.” They'll do anything to make you happy. You are their priority. You come first in their eyes. Oh wow! I sense some irritation from people, but who gives a damn!

🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺☀️🌺

Pile 2: Hmm, 🤔oh aww, I see that in this relationship a lot of kid vibes too. Huge childlike. I see that you guys might go to Chucky Cheese together. Or a lot of carnivals 🎪. Don't make fun of the Chucky Cheese pizza place I think it is adorable. Maybe, your husband is good at playing basketball. But I see that you guys winning tickets together. They like winning prizes. Oh my god, aww. I heard “love at first sight.” for this relationship, it is love at first sight. The second they saw you, it was a moment for your husband that they fell in love with you. That's so amazing. I feel that for this relationship, I sense a wedding vibe. But I heard “slow burn.” this relationship will take time to grow and mature. But I'm seeing a lot of comfort. So much emotional support. A lot of kissing, and cuddling next to each other. Oh wow. You two love being all up on each other! Yes, I am seeing so much kissing. Making out sessions even at home. I won't tell if you don’t lol 😂. I'm just kidding. But I am having a small wedding. I do see that you two want to grow old together. Even when you two old together you two will look amazing old. Still taking selfies together. Haha 😂 amazing. I feel that you have your kinks and you might show off your kinks in public with your husband. Oh yeah, I see that you guys are always out in public. Like sometimes you two will be at home and having sex a lot. But when you guys are in public Bam! Kissing and selfies. I heard the song “Teenage Dream.” by Katy Perry. Maybe, you should listen to that song. You two are teenagers in this relationship it is like your high school sweetheart. I can hear your husband say “I wish that I'd met you in high school.”

💍🔆💍🔆💍🔆💍🔆💍🤤🔆

Pile 3: oh dang, I am sensing a lot of sexual intention between you and your husband in this relationship. I heard “goofy moment.” oh yeah, you two love being up on each other including sexually. You're always horny for your husband. Even them as well. I see them kissing your legs, body, and your pussy too. Wow, but I'm seeing them gently kissing you up and down. Kissing your thighs, neck, arms, hands, lips, etc. They are always fuccin horny for you. I see that you wear lingerie whenever your husband comes home from work, I heard “meeting.” and even after a meeting, they finished up. You wearing their T-shirt 👕 and just slowly undress yourself the second your husband walks through that door. Oh yeah, I can see them hitting their lips. I heard them say “Wow, I had a rough day.” so they just walked in the door picked you up, lay you down on the bed, and started kissing you. I feel that you guys love being in the water. Maybe, water cleanses you two. It is like a relaxing body. I sense self-care as well. Your husband brushing their teeth while you doing your makeup. I don't see you two hogging each other space. Or whenever you guys are in front of a mirror 🪞 they don't hog you. You two respect each other space. I am seeing so much love 💕 here. I sense dominant vibes. They're your dominant man/woman and your submissive woman/man or them/they. That's what I'm feeling like. I do see you putting your finger in your husband's pants! Oh my god, I can sense them moaning. They love your hand in their pants. So you two have this kind of relationship of submissive momma and dominant daddy or the other way around. But I am getting a healthy relationship and boundaries. Wow, I'm feeling heavy respect here!

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canongf · 2 months

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Most of the time when I try to find x readers of my f/o all of them end up being not at all like what I characterize my f/o to be like, and it makes me feel really demoralized cause Fics with my f/o is a huge main way for how I feel close to her and I’d write some of us together but my writing isn’t very good so I’m not too sure what I could do instead and I’d like to ask for advice regarding that ;;

ohhh, it's no fun when the characterization feels off. instead of making them feel closer it makes them feel farther away. i'm sorry!!!

but you have options!!!

the first two are kinda related, so i'm lumping them together! option one: make a request. option two: commission. a lot of x reader writers take requests! if there's one that you enjoy and that gets it close enough, you can always check to see if they're open to one! and if there isn't, there are plenty of people who take writing commissions, just in the self ship community alone, and that way you'd be able to ask for exactly what you want.

of course, there's always a risk that someone else won't be able to write your character exactly as you feel them. and i know this option is less exciting, but you can always always always keep writing!!! even if you think your writing isn't very good!!! it doesn't have to be good. it doesn't have to be thought out, it doesn't have to be finished. write headcanons and write little blurbs!!! just write the idea or the dialogue!!! sometimes that's enough. and the only way to get better is to keep doing it!!!

and finally!!! try exploring other ways of feeling close to your f/o!!! x readers can be great but they're not all there is. make a playlist!!! make a moodboard!!! doodle!!! write in a journal about how you feel about them or write them a love letter!!! dress like them!!!! anything!!! if x readers aren't doing it for you right now, then find or create something that does!!! there's always something!!!

#good luck!!! i hope u find something that works out for u anon!!!#<333 #ask liv #advice #anon

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camaro-and-smokes · 4 months

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Nightmares

Chapter 4: Eddie

Tags for this chapter: Just some light angst See all tags for the full fic on AO3.

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Moodboard by the wonderful @a-redharlequin 💜

Notes: I can't believe it's been five months since last update 😱 But here it is, finally. More is coming, though hopefully a bit quicker next time 💜

Summary: Billy interrupts Eddie's composing session.

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Billy sat down on the couch next to Eddie where he was sitting and strumming chords on his guitar. He pressed his nose into Eddie's hair. “What are you doing here in the dark?” he asked as he inhaled Eddie's scent. “It's zero-dark-thirty.”

Eddie had known from the moment he'd heard Billy's cane gently tapping the wooden floor as he walked into the living room that his composing efforts would halt. So, he smiled and let out a laugh, playing one final chord. “Well, my love, the light of my life, I'm trying to, no, correction, I was trying to compose something,” he said, amused, and sighed, “And you, my dearest, you interrupted me.”

Billy snaked his arm around Eddie's waist and placed his chin on Eddie's shoulder, sighing contently. “Well, I'm sorry. But it's really your fault, you know. You should know better and go to the studio if you want to protect yourself from my uncontrollable and unpredictable urgent need for affection.”

“I know. But I can't create in a vacuum,” Eddie said and glanced at Billy with a crooked smile. “And maybe I don't fully hate those needs of yours.”

“Do I inspire you?” Billy asked quietly.

“You know you do, all the time. And Steve, too.”

“Are you writing another song about pain and death, then?”

Eddie set his guitar on the other end of the couch and turned towards Billy. “No,” he said, raising his arm and wrapping it around Billy's shoulders, allowing Billy to lean on him better. “It’s about the good things in life.”

Billy chuckled lightly. “Doesn't sound very Corroded Coffin to me.”

Eddie placed his other hand on top of Billy's hand that was resting on Eddie's thigh and brushed it absentmindedly. “I've recorded a few songs as a solo project. Just me and the guitar.”

“Oh. What did the guys say to that?”

Eddie raised his gaze to look outside into the garden that bathed in moonlight. “They don't know.” They sat in silence for a good while before Eddie continued. “I didn't want them to know. Not until...” He paused and laced his fingers with Billy's. “The songs, they're just for you and Steve. Personal. And then if...”

Billy interrupted him. “Stop. We agreed on no 'what ifs'.”

Eddie pulled Billy closer and kissed his fingers. “What I'm saying is… that they're yours. You can do then whatever you want with them. Who knows, one day they might even be worth something.”

“You're supposed to think about the future with us, not make plans on how we'd manage when you're gone,” Billy whispered with a breaking voice. “Not yet, at least.”

“I get it. It's just...hard not to think about it. I honestly don't have a lot of hope for the treatment. Sure, Owens thinks it's the best one yet, but it's also kinda a one time thing. It either works or the virus kills me for good.”

Billy was quiet for a while. “Do you remember when you came to my and Steve's place for the first time as my boyfriend?”

Eddie let out a laugh. “Hoo boy do I.”

“Steve was so lost,” Billy chuckled. “He didn't know what to think, even though we had talked it through.”

“Talking the talk, walking the walk….”

“Yeah. But I knew he was going to get over it. When you had left in the morning, he was sitting and smoking on that tiny balcony with that seriously deadly railing. I sat with him and asked him what did he think about it all. He smiled and snorted, told me he knew enough of me not to try and change my mind. Especially when he'd liked what we'd done that night.” Billy smiled at the memory. “I'm glad he came around. I couldn't imagine my life without either of you.”

“Me neither,” Eddie said and leaned his head against Billy's.

Billy must've had a better day with his legs since he shuffled to sit sideways on the couch and folded his other leg in front of him on the couch. His blue eyes pierced Eddie. “That means, Bambi, that I'm not letting you lose hope. I haven't lost it so far and I'm not planning on starting now either. And so shouldn't you. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? You could die. Fuck it, we both died once already!”

“Well, I'd prefer not dying for good,” Eddie chuckled, “But I get your point.”

“Good. Because it would seriously suck ass if you died.” Billy lowered his gaze and he swallowed audibly. “I'd miss you like hell.”

Eddie realized that there was only one thing he could say to that, and in a way, it made him feel a little less desperate. That maybe he wasn't as lost a cause as he'd thought himself to be. “Hey, I won't. I hope. I—I mean, not planning on it.” He paused, because saying the words had made it all clearer to him. “You know, I say those things because I just want to keep it real. Not getting my hopes up unreasonably high. Until now, the treatments have been just something to keep the virus at bay. That's been clear from the beginning. This then again...” he trailed off. “This could be the way of getting rid of it for good. It would literally give me my life back.” He could feel tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. “I could go on a proper tour for once. I could work full time.” He took Billy's hand in his as a tear fell on his cheek before he could wipe it away. “And we could be close without all the precautions. I could be as close to you as I can, for real,” he continued, whispering.

Billy smiled, blushing a little, and squeezed Eddie's hand. “I'd like that.”

Eddie gently lifted Billy's leg off the couch and over his own knee and placed his arm on top of the backrest. He smiled as he looked into Billy's deep blues and savored the way his cheeks reddened as he leaned closer. “You're insufferable sometimes, you know that? Keeping me from moping like that,” Eddie murmured.

“Don't deny it, you love it,” Billy smiled.

“I wouldn't have it any other way,” Eddie said and leaned in for a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered, “sweet cheeks.”

Billy smirked against Eddie's lips. “Pushing your luck, button eyes.”

There was a rustle in the doorway. “Hey,” Steve said. “I thought I heard some noises.”

Eddie broke the kiss with Billy and looked up over Billy's shoulder at Steve. “Feel free to join us,” he said with a lilt. The light from the corridor lit Steve's face, and Eddie could see his cheeks turning pink. It made a warmness spread in his chest.

“I was, uh, actually planning on talking about something with you, later. But since you're both awake...” Steve started, and then walked into the room and sat on the chair next to the couch. “I've been thinking about how to run things here while it's just me and Billy here.”

Billy leaned his head back, groaning. “Does that have to be talked right now?”

“Eddie is being admitted on Tuesday, and now it's Sunday. And before you get all worked up, I don't understand even myself why I didn't want to talk about it before.”

“Billy, babe, let him say what it is about. Then we can continue,” Eddie said, caressing Billy's cheek with his hand. “What is it?” he then asked Steve.

“So, since Billy might have nightmares over the period you're gone and I need to get to work every day, I thought we could hire someone to help.” Steve turned his gaze to Billy. “What do you think?”

Billy was quiet for a moment. “I hate it,” he finally said quietly.

Eddie tightened his hug on Billy a little. “Steve's right, you know. And it doesn't diminish what you do here in any way. They could drive Steve to work and help with some stuff here at home. Isn't that what you thought, Steve?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah.”

“I don't want a stranger coming here and telling me what to do,” Billy protested.

“Babe, it wouldn't be like that,” Steve said softly. “In fact, then there would be someone for you to boss around.”

Billy sulked. “Where the fuck are you going to get someone I get along with in two days? On a weekend of all times?” he spat.

“I know,” Steve said, taking a deep breath.

“Couldn't Dustin do that? He's been driving you around here and there,” Eddie suggested.

Steve shook his head. “He can't be here all the time, and he's not qualified, you know, helping Billy, managing his medication, all that.”

“Hmm,” Eddie nodded. He gently brushed Billy's legs that were in his lap. “I think I know someone who could help. And you'd get along with him for sure.”

“Who?” Billy snapped.

“El. She's at nursing school, isn't she?”

“Well…I think so,” Steve said. “I suppose she could do some on-the-job learning for her school.” He paused and looked at Billy, knowing that help was a thing he didn't allow easily. “Do you think you could work with her?” he asked.

A smile tucked the corner of Billy's mouth. “She's probably the only one who takes my shit and throws it back at me.”

“And doesn't get her ass kicked for it,” Eddie laughed.

It made Billy punch Eddie's shoulder with his fist gently. “Hey!”

Eddie rubbed his shoulder with his hand, a cheerful glee on his face. “Just stating facts and you know it.”

Billy rolled his eyes, but couldn't keep his smile from widening.

“Okay, I can then call her tomorrow. I mean, she doesn't have to be here all the time. She should be fine with that,” Steve said, nodding, and got up. “Okay, I'll leave you two...”

Eddie reached out his hand towards Steve. “Stay. It's my last proper night home, anyway.”

Steve smiled and took Eddie's hand. “Sure. But we should take it to bed, then.”

“We can do it in here,” Billy whined, not wanting to let go of Eddie.

Steve brushed Billy's cheek with his fingers. “Babe, I know. But what if you suddenly can't? It wouldn't be fun. And I want you to have fun. Please.” He paused for a moment. “I'll carry you,” he said softly.

Eddie looked at the couple talking and Steve lifting Billy up. He felt a small pang of sadness in his chest. Those two were his lifeline, his everything. He didn't want to let go of them and his treatment would jeopardise that everything. He had been considering of signing out of the whole experimental program and continuing the way he had so far. But how long would that buy him time in the end? His time was limited anyway. Might as well get on with it now when he was still somewhat strong. If it took his life, then so be it. At least he would leave with his boots on.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #harringroveson #metalsandwich #stranger things fic #angst #suometar writes #nightmares #harringroveson fic #steddilly

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georgieluz · 5 months

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Hello I would LOVE to hear anything abt your BoB OCs if you're happy sharing them!

hello!! yes i'm more than happy to share them!! also sorry that i'm replying to this so late! i got sick like a day after i got this ask but i'm finally back and can talk about them a bit! i decided to attach some pre-war moodboards i made a while back of them as well, so i'll put everything under a read more in case it's too long

first up, we have: oliver hardwick

wealthy new yorker with your classic parental issues. likes to think of himself as fearlessly rebellious, especially regarding his sexuality and refusal to conform to the expectations of someone of his "class". however, his parents have connections spread wide across the city, which they use to dampen, and cover up, any of his attempts to shame their family. naturally, this frustrates him even more and he spends every second of his time trying to disappoint them. but they never let the mask slip, never let him win. it's cruel really. he knows they hate what he is, and they make sure he knows, but they never let on in public. they never make it obvious. they never let him win. he's been stuck in a perpetual loop of failure, both his intentional attempts and his inability to make his parents care, his entire life and it's made him resentful of control and irrationally short-tempered when anyone attempts to perceive him or claim to know him.

before the war, he was studying literature and latin at university, and most likely to be found in a nearby bar or the bed of an older man. when the war comes around, he doesn't want to give his parents the satisfaction of becoming an officer, knowing they would consider any rank or military achievement he gained a win in their war of conformity and respectability, and that they would continuously use it to shape the perception of who he is. so, instead, he chooses to enlist as a regular soldier. his parents have other ideas in mind though, and through their military connections, they ensure that he's placed in officer school, with no choice or input in the matter.

eventually he finds himself chosen as an intelligence officer, working under lewis nixon in easy company. having every decision about his position chosen for, and dictated to, him leaves oliver with a bitterness and anger about being controlled, leading to a huge disdain toward taking orders. emotionally unstable, provocative, and with absolutely no consideration for his own safety or life, nixon may have met his match for messiest officer in the company.

(he's basically my hot mess of an oc who i'm gonna hurt so bad)

next up, we have: tommy monet

also a new yorker! (EDIT: he's now from boston, sorry) from the other side of the tracks entirely. this boy is all hardshell exterior and repression and no one can hurt me if they can't get near me so i will build this wall so strong not a single person can break through. his childhood was complicated to say the least (if you'd like to hear more about that then i can talk more about that later since it's a bit long for an introduction post) and he blames himself for the state his family is in now. he has a little sister who he would kill for, she's the only person he trusts, but he also feels he has failed in his mission to protect her. he is remarkably good at making friends with the neighbourhood cats, which their owners despise, but his favourite is his own, his best friend, named badger.

he fell in love with books and poetry as a teenager, but refuses to admit it to anyone. not because he wants to act cool, but because he's scared that if he pursues that interest, or anything academic, he would fail. he refuses to look his insecurities in the eye and pushes them down, along with the trauma of his past, until they're nice and buried down deep. he didn't exactly fall in with the wrong crowd after high school, bc he was already there growing up as one of them. he and his friends are generally seen as troublemakers and nuisances, but outside of getting into fights and breaking into a few factories and warehouses, they don't actually do much wrong.

he ends up in easy company, and when he meets liebgott during training, they get along well enough, but when things start to get stressful, they start to rub each other up the wrong way. they're both scrappy and aren't afraid of a fight, and they both have anger inside of them. tommy's anger is toward himself, but he tells himself it's anger towards his father. even though they find themselves in each other's face sometimes, they recognise that anger in each other. it bonds them together like glue and they understand something unspeakable about the other. tommy's never had anyone who truly sees him before, someone who makes him feel like a real person, not just a passing breeze, because sometimes, he doesn't really believe he's anything more than an empty shell of a body. and slowly, just maybe, they start to open up to each other more.

(tommy is my repressed broken boy who i'm GONNA FIX I SWEAR I'M GONNA FIX HIM GUYS HONEST)

if you wanna know anything more about them feel free to ask, i'd love to talk about them more! maybe i'll do one of those oc ask games or something! i also have a few platonic band of brothers ocs (male, female and nonbinary) from my formula one au who i absolutely adore!! so if you'd like me to introduce them as well then i'd love to bc honestly they're like my besties at this point

#if i break one boy i fix another #my debt is paid #i am net zero on broken boys #julian's inbox #julian writes #tbh the moodboards i made on my desktop computer are so much nicer than these ones but i cbf to switch from my laptop #oc: oliver hardwick #oc: tommy monet

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onlyoneofyouu · 7 months

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Heyo Jo, I drop another thing into your ask box because I recently watched the Sugar Rush Ride (Japanese version) MV and I've fallen in love with this frame in particular

I LOVE IT 😭

It's so aesthetically pleasing that it can be used in a moodboard or something 🥺

But it also made me wonder in which part of the timeline we are here. In this one it seems that TxT have come back into Magic Island after "ages" so I was wondering if they're hinting the next chapter (get it? 🤣) into their storyline or not. The amount of butterflies I saw here makes me think so.

Also maybe it's a little obvious but Yeonjun keeps having that little scar/wound on his nose and he looks so adorable 🥺

I remember he had it in other previous eras so I was wondering if there was a connection to it (maybe his characterization?) or it's just a simple aesthetic detail that the visual directors keep adding on him because it's appealing.

Also I listened to Hydrangea Love too.

A soft cute ballad from them I CAN'T I love them 😭 idk if it can be included into the lore because it's an OST 🤔

Also I tried to at least finding some meaning behind the title because we don't have an official translation yet (and I think we'll get one only when Sweet will be released completely) and UGH, they should have choosed another flower instead of the hydrangea, that flower has so, so, soo many different meanings my head exploded when I tried to do some research about it.

Maybe they hinted something in the concept photos by putting some hydrangea there but I suck on recognising flowers so 😅🥲

End of this stream of consciousness for now, I think some of this rambling can help a little for the future posts about the lore ig

I tried to be vague because I don't remember if you like being spoiled of things or not BUT if you don't mind spoilers maybe next time I might come back on your ask box and making longer ramblings 🤣

finally answering this too!! 😭

MOOD!! THAT FRAME IS GORGEOUS!! they made a very good use of the CGI!! also perfectly delivers how txt are inside an illusion crafted by the devil!!

for the timeline, in the beginning we see yeonjun in his car that got away at the end of gbgb jap ver! he has an incident and gets transported to magic island/neverland. all of the others get transported too from wherever they are and they are able to reunite. so i think srr jap fits after gbgb jap that goes after loser=lover 👍

yeonjun with that scar on his nose is indeed adorable 😔 this frame especially is majestic likeeee look at that 🤯

tbh i think both? it's like the aesthetic of having a band-aid over your noise bridge! but yeah, it's also an occurring theme for yeonjun 😮 honesty i didn't investigate if having a scar on your nose has a meaning 🤔 (if anyone knows feel free to explain it to us <3), anyways, the fact that he always has scars connects to his impulsive and risk-taking nature. and he's also a fighter! in the star seekers his weapon is a sword so he is definitely more exposed to being injured in combat than soobin for example, who is an archer.

Hydrangea love is such an heartfelt song 🥺 it's so pretty!!! soft rock too!!! i love it!!! i honestly didn't have time to analyse the lyrics and see if i connects to the lore 😭 but i have a feeling it does 👀 it sounds like a goodbye song to their first love from freeze and minisode 2..

i suck at recognising flowers too lol 😭 if you found out anything about this pls let me know 🙏

all the ramblings and asks and comments ALWAYS help for the lore so thank you so much!!! and it makes everything more fun and interesting 🥰 it's my fav part eheh

i'd love longer ramblings 👀 and spoilers are okay, anyone can drop them anytime, at most I will reply later if at a specific moment I prefer to see something with my own eyes first and try to understand it ;)

sorry again for answering this SO LATE 😭😭😭 and thank you so much for sending this ❤

#teresa 🎨 ☁️#joanswers #txt #— txt lore

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flickerbuckley · 2 years

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"Expressing Love" prompts: “ you’re safe with me. you know that, right? “

Hi PoliZ!! I am so sorry this took so long, I uh... Actually I have no excuse my brain just went hmm no words <3. But, here, have a free moodboard as well?

Time's Never Been Our Side (So Would You Wait For Me)

Steve never fails to take Tony’s breath away. A lot of the time, he can't even believe that he's his, that he gets to call this amazing, beautiful man his boyfriend, who's the most kind, generous person he knows.

If Tony ever voiced that, Steve would probably argue with him, saying that with the Maria Stark Foundation, September Foundation and the countless other donations Tony does on the down low, he's light years ahead of Steve.

Tony never fails to take Steve's breath away. This gorgeous, incredible man who could literally have anyone he wants, chose him, chose him to wake up next to, to love and cherish, to fight to come home to. He gets to call this selfless, honourable man his.

If Steve ever voiced that, Tony would probably get a pained, far away look in his eyes, only seeing the lives he's taken as the Merchant of Death, and not the lives he's saved as both Iron Man and Tony Stark. He never wants to be the one to put that look on Tony's face, so he'll settle for the fact that they have the rest of their lives to remind Tony of just how good he is.

Once they had gotten away from the influence of the scepter, being in the same vicinity had been a lot easier. The Mind Stone brought out the worst in them, showcased and highlighted them, when in reality neither of them were worthy of the vitriol they spat out in the heat of the moment.

(Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, what are you? The only thing you fight for is yourself.)

The reason they worked so well together was because they push each other, motivate each other to be the best version of themselves.

(You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle.)

But even then, when they were at each other's throats, Tony couldn't help noticing Steve's bottomless blue ice, matching the mind stone almost perfectly; shade for shade. Even then, Steve noticed the way the light in the room glinted off of Tony's brown ones, bringing out the flecks of gold.

Once the adrenaline of the battle has worn off, once New York is no longer under the threat of extraterrestrials, once the fear that Tony is dead becomes void, they find they work.

It's not difficult. It's not explosive or violent like it had been in the helicarrier. It's a little more like a river carving out a new path in stone, eventually making it out to sea.

It's a little more like inevitable.

Tony invites them all to live at the Tower and slowly but surely, they all move in. Bruce is the first one, and he and Tony spend entire days working on breakthroughs and experiments. Clint and Natasha, to no one's surprise, move in at the same time, once they've wrapped up a SHIELD sanctioned mission. Steve is the last one to move in. He shows up one day out of the blue, tan leather jacket and all.

There's an adjustment period for all of them, as they used to living with each other, as they get used to each other's peeves, but eventually they find they all mesh.

Team training sessions, having dinner together when they can and movie nights all feature on the list, but what amuses the others the most is that Steve and Tony somehow naturally take on the role of team dad and mom respectively. Of course it's annoying to put up with the pining looks when they think the other isn't looking, but they're SteveandTony, two sides of the same coin, like yin and yang.

They’ll get there eventually; with Natasha's help of course. And eventually, they do. The falling asleep while watching a random movie on Steve's list turns into Steve gently tucking Tony into their bed, before getting in beside him. The Tony sipping coffee sitting cross-legged on the counter top whilst Steve cooks breakfast turns in coffee dates, and breakfast dates, and lunch dates and dinner dates. The hanging out in Tony's lab, Tony working on various projects and Steve sketching away stays the same, though now, Steve knows he can walk up behind Tony and rest his head on Tony's (thoroughly annoying Tony in the process - it will definitely end up with him grumbling about stupid supersoldiers with their stupid serum and their stupid tallness) and wait for Tony to turn around, so he can kiss him breathless.

Needless to say, they still have bad days. They've been through too much for them not to unfortunately. But what matters is that they're there for each other. Tony is there for Steve with the thickest, softest blankets and hot chocolate when he wakes up shaking from nightmares about the ice. Steve is there for Tony with gentle kisses and reassuring touches when he wakes up silently screaming.

It goes like this. Neither of them will want to stay in bed, the duvet that feels so soft at any other time feeling like the heaviest of chains. They'll head down to Tony's lab, a safe haven, and soak up each other's presence whilst Jarvis plays their favourite song, relishing in each other's arms. Tony can feel Steve's heartbeat through his own skin, and Steve can hear the gentle hum of Tony's arc reactor that he's come to associate with home.

But today isn't one of those days. They had fallen into bed exhausted from a mission. It hadn't been very hard, or particularly long at least compared to some of the other missions they've been sent on recently, but it took a lot out of them all the same. They fell asleep curled up around each other, because they always, always sleep better when they know the other is near.

Tony wakes up slowly, a rarity these days, and finds Steve already looking at him, a fond look on his face. His lips quirk up into a smile, and Steve's pops out too, automatic, matching his. Steve traces the outline of the bruises Tony still has from the fight, from being bashed around a little too much in the suit, a weird expression of his face.

"It wasn't your fault, Steve," Tony says softly, taking Steve's hand and intertwining it with his own.

"You’re safe with me. you know that, right?"

Tony smiles. "Yeah," he breathes out, pressing a kiss to Steve’s lips. “I know.”

#coffee writes #coffee answers #stevetony #reblogs are love #if you like please reblog #as you can probably tell this got way longer than I was intending #usercoffee #Coffee_and_notebooks

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I loved BH. I love Jabitha. I just don't think there is any narrative way you can reunite BH after all that has happened that would make sense for the characters. Any BH reunion at this point would come off as blatant fan service and as you said racist, for the black women to put in all the work on the messy white man and have him to return to the blonde woman who kick started his spiral by cheating, according to the narrative, nope. Sorry to BH fans but I think that ship has been sunk.

I mean, I still love bh, especially pre-4x17, but yeah, I don't see a good way back to them that both that works with the story we have and isn't racist. I do, however, see two ways back that kind of work with the story we have but are super racist and sexist.

The first is Tabitha choosing to die to defeat Percival and save Jughead (pull a Madoka minus the memory erasure, which is extra bullshit after she's been Homura as well) through some angel/divine nonsense, then Jughead mourning her for the front half of s7, then Jughead and Betty bonding in the back half of s7 (which he hopefully spends part of still mourning Tabitha), and then ending with Jughead and Betty starting over or something idk. It follows up on Tabitha's divine connection, fulfills the "Dead End" foreshadowing, adheres to the tragic time travel romance trope, maintains the love between Jughead and Tabitha, and follows up on (or at least doesn't abandon) the four seasons spent on bh.

Or Tabitha could somehow, using time travel fuckery, ensure that they defeat Percival and save Jughead, but it comes at the expense of the two of them ever being together, and they both forget and fail to get to know each other for whatever reason, and yadda yadda yadda bh get back together, "Dead End" foreshadowing stays, tragic time travel romance is appropriately tragic, we don’t drop the four seasons of bh focus and foreshadowing.

They both work from a narrative perspective, but they're also, again, SUPER FUCKING RACIST AND SEXIST for obvious reasons. They also have Betty as functionally a second choice (because bh wouldn't have happened without jabitha being ko'd first), which is little better than her being Archie's second choice, so, y'know, have an extra dose of sexism there.

And this is why I made my jabitha paranoia moodboard (the above options are the top left (Puella Magi Madoka Magica) and the bottom left (Erased), respectively).

#asks #anonymous #Riverdale #Riverdale season 6 #jabitha #bh negativity #I guess?#I'm just being realistic though #always remember to not put faith in the Riverdale writers when it comes to racism #ftr the other two paranoia options don't include bh so I didn't bring them up here #my thoughts on Riverdale let me show you them

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cescalr · 7 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I'm going through my drafts because I completely forgot about half the asks I had that I never did <3 whoops! Sorry everyone. And you, bestie. Sorry <3. Gets a little long bc of image size, so I'll put it under a cut.

So, difficulty here is I've done this more than once, and the list hasn't really changed? FWIW, GTTAU, etc etc. So I guess this time, I'll list favourite WIPS? I mean, FWIW will still be on there, but... still? I'll try not to put any repeats.

For What It's Worth.

FWIW is a project I started because frankly there is not enough ronarry out there. This fandom has atrocious taste <3. So I figured, you know. Be the change you want to see, and all! FWIW is my favourite little guy. I will update it eventually </3. Just, er, probably not until after uni's over.

Ab Epistulis

Something a little different from a gif, since we've all seen the same damn five steo scenes like 1000 times already; an old moodboard I made for the tumblr rpc side of fandom!

Steo my beloved <3 As for the fic; 'If only summer vacation were like in the movies. At least Stiles has the internet to entertain him, right?' It's just a little canon divergent steo au set around the idea of Theo putting in the work to get Stiles on his side earlier than canon. It's a fun idea and I really like what i've got here, just haven't had the time to write more. It'd take a lot of plotting, and I'm, to be brutally honest, a terrible planner. We'll see when I can get back to it, because I definitely want to!

And The Universe Decrees: Second Year.

Heh. Yeahh....... really need to find the time to get back to this one. Love a good canon divergence.

Better Now.

Another prompted fic! My girls <3. Ginny/Cho coffee shop au in the muggle cliché continuity. it's fun. I really like this one.

Post ST4 AU[s].

This is... sort of cheating, lol, but they're all in... they're almost all in the same continuity, so it's kind of like FWIW; I think the side-fics amissum and amortencia are part of the fic, they're canon to it, they should be read with it, they're just not in it bc they're not ron pov. This is maybe more similar to GTTAU, though, because some fics here fill in blanks in each other, so they should all really be read together, whereas you could miss AV and Amortencia from FWIW if you wanted to [ :( ] yk? Whilst Herd Culling & Kneel and Disconnect are in different timelines, they're spouses. They need to be read alongside each other to get the full picture. Literally a really important scene for K&D is in HC and will never be shown in K&D bc of the narrator being who she is vs the narrator of HC being who he is, yk? It's. They're married. Do you get what I mean? Anyway; I'm really putting this here for Herd Culling, if I'm being real. Carol sucks to write because she's just so awful, which is why I had to tone down Tommy a bit for some relief from writing an 80s bigot (he's. still a bigot, though. 80s. Indiana. You know how it goes :/), and as a consequence its easier to say I like the fic because it's just more fun to write. Both K&D and HC are about grief, about the trauma of bereavement and how people do or don't deal with it. Carol's spiralling makes her meaner, more self-destructive, and so does Tommy's, but it's expressed in different ways because of their different methods of navigating life, which I think is interesting. Character study is like my favourite thing to do, which I guess wouldn't be hard to notice from my back catalogue, lol, but still, should be noted. HC is an... easier? read than K&D, though, as a result of the content warnings on them both. Tommy's less reflective than Carol, so his internal narration is less direct - less room for him to spout bigoted shit if he's just not thinking in the first place. They're also at different stages of grief. Tommy's just started entering anger; Carol's been angry for a long time, just... simmering in her misery. It shows. They're both still horrible people, though, no denying that. These fics are more of a test of my ability to write a redemption arc for someone that says and thinks reprehensible shit. But it's also a kind of... study of what it was like to live in a time and place like Stranger Things' setting, and how the cultural, social systems at play hurt literally everyone. Plus, yk, Stranger Things' own refusal to really care about intra-season continuity and propensity to ignoring incredibly traumatic events because that's not the character they're focusing on this season, and they don't know how to write consistently for as large an ensemble cast as they've given themselves in a netflix acceptable timeframe. (I miss 22 episode seasons.) Anyway; the ST Post-S4AU is my most current WIP, as of time of typing this out.

#ask game

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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Selene darling! Hello! Sorry if it's a little bit of last minute in joining ur celebration! It's still the 25th here.. 🤭

Congratulation on ur 1700 followers! You deserved every single appreciations n recognition u can get!

So...

- complimentary please..

- quotation cited please..

- reading pleasure..

Well for this one, since i barely have time to read lately, and i always love ur comment reblog, i will post links 2 of my series. 😁

Ten Days (W.M) and since u love Nat, I hope u like this one as well This One Is Mine (N.R) . Happy reading!

- king questionaire

I really love ur moodboards, do u use any apps to make ur moodboards? Also, how do u manage to write many fics so fast.. i need some advice for that as im getting so behind with my WIPs 😩

Also, i couldnt find the chess emoji that u use for the choices i picked. 😁

Talk to u soon, my dear! Once again, congratz!

Cheerio!

this is gonna be a long ass answer so buckle on

first of all I have added your fics to my tbr (to be read) list so soon enough I will no worries

the link to the symbols is here, is a site that has all these cute ass symbols and I like using them, they're quite fun

- complimentary please..

you are very talkative, and friendly and warm to open up too, you don't seem to be concerned with fandom issues just vibes and fics and I really appreciate that in a person, you are a fun person and you're giving me incredible vibes that we could hang out together, also I really admire the fact you got a family and still write fics it makes me so happy you have no idea, now as for your writing I cannot believe how good you write angst, and not just the mild kind the gut-wrenching one I literally could never, your writing is good, like legit good, and you always always weave stories that are complete and full and full of life and details

- quotation cited please..

'Your eyes linger, you could stare at her beautiful frame for eternity. Evidently, you could have waited forever for a glance, a touch, something, anything that would validate your feelings. She takes your hand, holds it close to her, and squeezes it. All thoughts and feelings blur into one when you hear her next words.

"I love you too."' from my natasha fic, infatuation

- reading pleasure..

I feel like you literally know all the wanda nat fandom, who else could you be missing? so I'm giving you this hot natasha fic I recently read

- king questionaire

I use pinterest, pixabay and google to find the images then I use the app april to bring them together, it features layouts and some filters and those beautiful letters i use for my masterlists and they all come together like this, i just play around and try to stick to a color theme i think. usually i do have a vision before i start so i also try not to waste too much time scrolling and if i do i just force myself to switch ideas

and as for the fics I have no idea!!!!! I try to keep them short, I do try and usually succeed, I do have a lot of free time on my days off and I like having a schedule of doing things so I keep like an hour free for just writing and sometimes i succeed other times I don't (in writing something) now I also do stress writing where i in bus stops, streets corners or things alike i will force myself to sit down and write something as to not focus too much on the problem/thing that's out of control you know so it all contributes to my obsessive nature, if i decide that i need to finish something i will finish the fic, wrap it up somehow put a bow on it and conlude it, maybe they are not that good or could use more work but i am definetely done with them asokdjaksjdlka

thank you so much for your kind words and I'm glad I met you here :)

#1.7 reading sleepover #mailbox #chelle💥

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unluckilyimnot · 2 years

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Thing they still do/keep after a break up || Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Mikey, Takemichi, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Kokonoi, Inui, Ran, Rindou, Izana, Kakucho, Sanzu, Shinichiro, Wakasa.

Type: angst

Warnings: none

Words count: 1,424

m.list

Do you guys like moodboard or making it ? I really love it and was thinking about doing some to go with some hc. What do you think about it ?

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes

Mikey

During your relationship, it was normal for him to come and pick you up or leave you at your house. It began to be a routine to pass across your street, just because he never wanted to forget you one morning. Now that you two break up, he still passes by your house. Just to see your silhouette through your windows. Just because he doesn't want to forget that you used to be. But he always gets home late because you don't leave near his house at all.

Takemichi

He trusted you so much that he opened up to you and used to talk to you about what is on his mind. When you were gone, he had no one to talk to like he used to with you. So he just writes messages to you about everything: his day, thoughts, how he felt. Wishing you a good day or night, even saying that he still loves you. Before deleting everything.

Draken

You love photography, and to his sorrow now. You gave him so many pictures of both of you, or just a pretty one that you loved, that he just can't take it off of his wall. They're all mixed up with those of his friends and people he loves. Or used to love. He can't forget you, no matter what he does and it hurts him too much just by thinking that one day he has to take them off.

Mitsuya

One day he told you to stop by his house and take all your measures just to make you a pretty outfit for your birthday. Since he usually uses them as his base it means that you can wear everything he made if you want to. And that way he has his favorite model to try his creations. Now you’re not here anymore, so there is no sense to still use yours when he has a whole bunch of people who agree to try stuff for him. Still, he can’t help himself but doing it and watching it, for hours sometimes, and imagining you in it. Because no-one can pull some of his creations better than you.

Baji

He's an idiot, bad at school but actually trying his best and that was a thing you noticed pretty quickly. You got this habit of trying to sit next to him so you can help him and write on his notes. Same when you help him with his homework. So he has your handwriting everywhere on his school notes. When you broke up, he had the habit of re-read it all the time. Just because it's pretty, sometimes messy. He really loves your handwriting and now his notes feel empty without it.

Chifuyu

He always wanted someone to exchange his manga with, talking about it and leaving notes in it. When you came in the picture, he got the chance to do so and was the happiest. And he couldn't get over it and just stopped. So whenever he reads something, he puts notes in it while thinking of you, what you use to find funny or particularly sad. Use your favorite color and just the code you two created. He feels like he would never get over it even if he finds someone else.

Kazutora

Your fingers tracing his neck was the best feeling in the world for him. He felt like home, the tenderness he always wanted. It gave him the calm he needed, relaxing his messy mind. Nails scratching his skin a bit, following the dark lines. When you were gone, he got to do it himself. Wherever he is. In class or laying down on his bed, he just feels safe while doing this. As if you were still there.

Koko

He's not used to being attached to something, like an object. But you gave him a necklace for your 1 year anniversary and, even if it looks simple and isn't that expensive he just loves it too much. He always wears it. But mostly underneath his uniform cause he doesn't want the others to see it now that you're gone. He's taking good care of it cause if it breaks, he's sure he's gonna cry all over again. It's the only thing you left him.

Inui

You always hold his waist, for everything : catching his attention, hugging him, searching for comfort... It was just a thing you did a lot. Ironically, it was something that gave him so much comfort when you were the one looking for it. Holding his waist himself is a habit he picks up even before you two break up. At first, it was just because he missed you, now he can't fall asleep at night without it.

Ran

You never really stayed close at night, both of you needed space and you knew it. But during the night, Ran always checks if you’re still here, touching your cheek or back. He just feels better and can go back to sleep after that. Now, when he slays his arm slowly on the other side of his bed, it just hits the matter. A little, huffed, sound that kills him inside. Closing his eyes with a deep sigh, he rolls to his side and hides in the big blanket. Cursing under his breath before trying to fall asleep again.

Rindou

He knew it was a bad idea in the first place to get a matching tattoo with you. Nothing lasts forever after all. So he tries to think about it the best he can : now that you're gone, he still has something that reminds him of you. But for life. He feels like he's gonna miss you forever. This little thing in the back of his hands is something he can't stop touching, just because he used to touch yours while holding your hand. If his future partner asks about it, he still doesn��t know if he’s gonna lie or not, he just still loves you so much.

Izana

Izana still uses your shampoo because he couldn’t get to sleep without the scent. Your hair being close to his face almost every night in your relationship developed a need in him. He was always sniffing your hair, touching it and loving it when it was down cause it was easier for him to smell it. His friends stopped telling him it was wrong and didn't help him, instead they let him take his time to move on from you.

Kakucho

He gets used to you always wanting to spend your date in a café you really like : he could go there with his eyes closed. When you break up with him, he still couldn’t stop himself going to the same café. Maybe because he hopes to see you there, but it's also scary to find you with someone else. Yet, he still does, asking for your favorite order just to remind himself ‘cause he’s scared to forget it. Even though he doesn't like it at all.

Sanzu

You forget one of your shirts when you pick up your things at his place after the argument that made you two break up and he never gives it back to you. It doesn't smell like you anymore, so there is no point in keeping it or even sleeping with it when he’s particularly down. But for his mind, it’s something from you and it still makes him feel better, calming his episode of madness.

Shinichiro

Your love for music and band was never a secret for him and he just gets to listen to it all the damn time. He was habituated to whining cause you always listen to the same thing and get a bit too invested into your favorite bands but secretly loves it cause you were the happiest at those times. Now, he checks every new song they can come back with and can’t get your favorites out of his playlist.

Wakasa

You were annoying regarding skincare. Yes Wakasa has pretty skin without doing much but you still asked him for months to at least wash his face before going to bed and, to please you, he did. You helped him find the right product and was so proud that he couldn’t go back after. So his lazy persona washed his skin every evening for you. And keep doing it even if you're gone. He never changes the product and still does it like you’re gonna nag about it if you see his oily skin. Honestly, he missed even this part of you.

Shin ex being kpop stan lol

I hope you liked it ♡

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youbloodymadgenius · 3 years

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 3

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 3497 (oops 🙈)

Additional note: what you’re going to read is not realistic.

Enjoy 🙂

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With his stomach in knots and a frown on his face, Ivar watches closely his godfather, who enters the living-room, wheeling a large trolley case behind him.

"Hello, Ivar." Floki looks around, an eyebrow raised questioningly, "Lagertha isn't here?", before flopping down on the corner sofa.

"No," Ivar shakes his head, wheeling up next to him, "She's out on a date with this English guy... Hammond, Halmund or whatever his name is."

Scratching his ear, Floki tilts his head, "but she knows you're going, right?" He pulls the trolley case closer and then snorts, mumbling under his breath, "don't think I can't see you rolling your eyes!"

"What do you think? Of course, she knows. She said, and I quote," Ivar raises his hands to make air quotes, his voice tinged with obvious annoyance, "'Of course you can go, sweetie, you know I don't want to be the one holding you back. Call me if anything goes wrong. And don't forget to take your meds.'"

"She cares, Ivar." Floki's tone is soft as he places a hand on his godson's shoulder.

Ivar lowers his gaze. "You should have taken me in." His words are barely audible and suddenly he feels like he's eleven again and he has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat.

"You do know that back then I wasn't in a good place." Floki's sad sigh almost gets Ivar in tears as memories of his parents and Helga flood his mind. The pain in his heart becomes nearly unbearable but he fights it off with all his might. He never wants to feel broken and lost again.

Ivar lifts his head up and Floki can see the stubbornness in his eyes. "I could live with you now."

"No, you could not, and you know it!" Floki smiles and taps Ivar on the cheek. "Ivar, I live between two flights, today in Norway, yesterday in Iceland and after-tomorrow in Canada. What kind of life would this be for you, huh? And besides, living with Lagertha is not that bad."

But living with Sigurd is! Ivar wants to shout. He keeps quiet, though, shrugging before eventually mumbling. "Guess not..."

"So," Floki starts, eager to change the subject, "where are your brothers, by the way?"

"Where do you think they are, huh, you knock-kneed fool? They're already there." Ivar glances at his watch, furrowing his brow. "Harald's party started twenty minutes ago."

"We better hurry up, then!" Crouching down, Floki slowly opens the suitcase under Ivar's scrutinizing gaze.

"Quick!" Ivar commands, barely able to contain his impatience, his nervous fingers tapping his push rims. "What do you have for me, old man, huh?" He even contemplates climbing out of his chair to open it himself, but the fear of breaking a bone at the worst possible time is stronger than his eagerness.

"You're going to calm down, young Padawan." Floki quips, slowly moving his hand in front of Ivar with eyes full of mischief. Ivar immediately slaps his godfather's hand away, mumbling under his breath, "I'd rather be a Sith Lord." That earns him a loud, hysterical laugh from his godfather.

Ivar grunts, ready to protest, but all thoughts leave his mind as soon as he's able to see what is in the trolley case. The scowl on his face obvious, he doesn't even try to hide his disappointment as he utters, "you made me braces?"

He hates braces with a passion. Along with underarm crutches, he had some, as a child. They were bulky, stiff, painful and walking with them was tedious, agonizingly slow, and exhausting. Ragnar had been adamant that he wanted his youngest to walk, no matter the struggles, no matter the nearly unbearable pain. Ivar had settled his ass in a wheelchair the day of his father's funeral, getting rid of his braces shortly after, a decision he had never regretted. So no, such torture devices were not at all what he was hoping for.

"Have a little faith in me," Floki rolls his eyes. "These," he looks lovingly at the strange contraptions in his hands, "are not braces, Ivar. Have you and your crippled ass ever heard of exoskeleton?"

Ivar's eyes widen. "It's that thing used in rehab that allows paraplegics to walk, right?" As Floki nods, Ivar gives him a puzzled glance. "But, erm, you do know I don't have a spinal cord injury, don't you? Or are you suffering from memory loss? Maybe it's your age?"

Dismissing the remark with an exasperated wave of his hand, Floki hisses, "I'm well aware that you don't, godson dearest," before narrowing his eyes, his voice now serious, "you may have full sensation in both legs, yet they can't exactly support your weight and your lack of motor function can't be denied. Not really different from some paraplegic dudes, what do you think?"

Feeling a heavy lump in his throat, Ivar frowns, not pleased with the idea of him being like a paraplegic. Almost without thinking, he contracts his quads as best he can, as if he wants to make sure he's still able to do it.

Floki doesn't miss the barely-there movements in his thighs, though, and his voice softens. "Look Ivar, you're not a paraplegic, okay? But I used the exoskeleton technology. And since you're not paralyzed, I was able to make a smaller device that you can wear underneath your clothes, and you're going to walk. I mean, really walk, not just like those guys in rehab, between parallels bars and with a PT right behind them."

Ivar, his eyes bright, stares at his godfather, slack-jawed with amazement. "I'm..." He begins to sputter, voice filled with emotion, "I'm really going to walk?" Feeling like his heart is pounding out of his chest, he fails to contain his excitement, drumming the fingers of his right hand on his lap. He'd tap his feet if only he could.

"You are." Floki nods before taking out of the trolley case a pair of dress shoes. "I put dozens of sensors in the insole of these shoes, which will enable the exoskeleton to correct your stance practically every second. Therefore, you won't need crutches, although I would say it's safer for you to use this." Reaching down, he grabs a black derby-style cane, simple and sleek in design. "You know," he shrugs, "just for extra support. Better safe than sorry, hmh?"

Ivar, who doesn't even flinch when he sees the walking stick, just reaches out, his hand grazing the carbon fiber exoskeleton. "Is it really for me?" His eyes filled with wonder, his voice trembling, his lips stretch across his face as his godfather nods. "And you made this in what?... four, five days?"

Letting out his signature giggle, Floki waggles his fingers in front of his face. "Even I couldn't make this in such a short time. No, the truth is, I've been working on it for a while. Let's say your phone call just sped things up. Though I must say, this marvel of technology is not flawless... It has a really low battery life, like four hours of autonomy at best. If I had more time, I certainly could have done better, but for now, it is what it is and you'll have to make do with what you've got." Pursing his lips, he glances at his watch, "So, just so you know, if you put this on now, you'll have to come back around midnight if you don't want to have to crawl around. And if you hear a beep, you'd better hurry, okay?"

As Ivar just nods, his beaming smile never fading, Floki adds, tilting his head, "and now, go get ready, young Padawan, you have a party to attend!"

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Sitting on a bench at the seaside, Ivar watches the party from afar, a feeling of uneasiness tightening his chest. It was a mistake. Attending to this party was a mistake. Despite the exoskeleton, despite the fact that he walks almost normally, it was a mistake. He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't be here. Anxiety surges like the swell of a wave, and he struggles to breathe. Sigurd was right: he doesn't belong here, doesn't belong to this life.

A part of him wants to leave. It would be better to run away, to go hide in his room. But he won't. He can't. Because just a moment ago he saw you. Because he's not ready to give up on you now that he is here, eventually close to you.

He recognized you the moment his eyes fell on you. Looking radiant in a polka dot dress, you're as pretty as he remembers. Pretty? Who's he kidding? The girl you were six years ago was pretty. You're a woman now, and one of the most beautiful he's ever seen.

Glowing, smiling at everyone, you didn't even see him. In his head, of course, he makes plans to approach you, even if deep down, he knows all too well he'll never muster enough courage to talk to you. You probably wouldn't want him to anyway. After all, he may be standing tall today, yet he's still a freak, a fucking cripple. He's still cursed with his bony, twisted, useless legs. He's still a burden.

Yet, there's this little voice inside of him, barely audible, whispering that you're not like this, that you never were in the first place; and that's partly why the ten-year-old boy he was when he first met you felt drawn to you almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he focuses on his breathing and decides to take a little trip down memory lane, bringing him back to that sunny, summer day of his first – and only – encounter with you. His memory so vivid it's like it happened only yesterday.

He can't hear the chirping of birds as his brothers are loudly playing and bickering in the pool. His beloved mother is nowhere to be seen and he's willing to bet she's taking a nap, but not without first making sure he has everything he could possibly need. Lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, a glass of lemonade within reach and a thick book on his lap, he hardly notices his father coming into the backyard, Harald Hårfager following close behind.

Since Ivar knows Harald is here to talk business with his father, he pays no attention to the two men, who take their seats at the patio dining table.

He nearly falls off the sunbed when a tiny voice startles him. "Hello!"

Stunned, he turns his head towards the voice and comes face to face with a smiling girl he doesn't know. You. He'd say you're about his age.

"I'm Y/N," you tell him, waving your hand shyly. "I'm at my uncle's for the weekend," you keep going, pointing your finger at Harald, "and I was wondering... May I join you?" You finally ask, dragging a second sunbed closer to his.

His first instinct is to look around, because you can't possibly be talking to him. Why would you? Surely you can't have failed to spot his leg braces, nor his hideous orthopedic shoes. You can't have missed that he's a cripple.

Frowning as he sees that no one is around, he snorts, his nostrils flaring. He can tell you're wearing a swimsuit under your pink dress. What do you want, then? Are you here to mock and ridicule him or what?

"You better get in the pool with my brothers." He knows he sounds rude, not answering nor greeting you, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to be made fun of and doesn't intend to give you the chance to do it.

Seemingly undeterred, you speak with a soft voice. "No, I'd rather not." Your smile is so genuine he can't help but think you mean no harm. "Actually," you shrug, sitting next to him, "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind. What are you reading?"

Gobsmacked, he just looks at you – and gods, how pretty you are! – for a long time, unable to utter a single word. Are you truly interested in what he's reading? Interested in him? He swallows hard, his heart racing. A small smile dancing on your lips, your kind eyes never leave his as you wait, full of hope, for him to finally talk to you.

And that's what he ends up doing, almost in spite of himself. For the next two hours, he shows you his astronomy book, a gift from his godfather for his tenth birthday, and tells you about the stars, the constellations and the nights he spends watching the sky, when his mother allows him to. And for two hours you listen to him, asking a question here or there and always smiling. He's pretty sure you're not faking being interested in what he's saying.

All too soon, your uncle tells you it's time to go and you stand up with a scowl, letting out a sigh of regret. The next moment, you flash Ivar a grin. "I had a really great time with you, thanks! I'm going back to my mom's tomorrow but I hope we can spend time together again sometime, maybe next summer. I'd love to stargaze with you, you know?" With that, you lean forward and as your lips touch his cheek, Ivar's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

Ivar inhales deeply. That kiss... That's when he fell madly and hopelessly in love with you. If he concentrates enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips against his skin, still smell your sweet, flowery scent.

That day, he had watched you leave with a smile on your face, already dreaming of the day he would see you again. You had said "next summer" and even though it was a long time away, he was willing to wait. In the meantime, he would have plenty of memories to recall - your joyful voice, your sparkling eyes, your lovely smile... Sure, he could wait.

And he had waited, hopeful and happier than he had been in a long time.

Not long after, however, his life had been turned upside down, his father being murdered and his mother dying in a car crash. Lost, angry, broken, and infinitely sad, he had gone through the following months as if anesthetized - barely living, hardly functioning, sometimes feeling as if the memory of you was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Yet, and he doesn't know why – or perhaps simply because Ragnar being dead, Harald had no reason to visit anymore – he had never seen you again.

"Hello!"

His whole body freezes and he stops breathing. This voice... Your voice... He'd know it anywhere. Yet, it can't be, right? Did he fall asleep? Is he dreaming? Is one of his brothers tricking him? Why would you talk to the cripple?

"My name is Y/N." He can hear the smile in your voice. "I was wondering... May I join you?"

Summoning the courage he's not sure he has, Ivar looks tentatively toward you.

Gods! You're even more beautiful up close. Fuck. Now that you're here, right next to him, he doesn't know what to say, what to do. Panic seizes his hammering heart as a lump rises in his throat. He attempts to swallow around it to speak, to say something, anything, but the words won't come out and he finally just nods, his hand gesturing to the bench for you to sit on.

"Thanks," you give him a broad smile before taking your seat.

Ivar cannot believe his eyes. What are you doing? Did you recognize him? Why are you here, with him?

"Woul–", he sputters, struggling to find his voice, "Wouldn't you rather be there?" Pointing his index finger at the crowd gathered in front of the makeshift stage just a few meters away. He frowns, tilting his head, "the party is in full swing."

"No, I'd rather not." You shrug and as you turn your head toward him, he breathes in your sweet scent, suddenly feeling dizzy. "The guys are already drunk and really have one thing on their minds. And those who are not are boring." You lower your gaze, as if embarrassed, and it's so adorable Ivar feels like his heart is melting. "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind."

Oh, he doesn't. He doesn't mind at all. The truth is, there's a fucking firework inside of him, and he barely contains the screams of happiness that threaten to escape his lips. "That's okay, you can stay," he says instead, his fidgeting fingers dancing on his lap.

Over the next hour or so, the conversation flows easily as you speak about Karasjok, the small town where you live, telling him about your mother's people, the Sami, their culture and customs.

Ivar shares with you bits and pieces of his life too, speaking about his passion for the Viking culture and about his belief in the ancient gods. The night, his night, is full of your laughs, full of your smiles, full of you. He wants it to never end.

He's still trying to figure out if you know who he is, if you remember meeting him once when you rise to your feet, almost bouncing with enthusiasm. "Walk with me, will you?"

He's about to break the truth about his inability to walk when he remembers that actually, thanks to Floki, he can. His eyes never leave yours as he grabs his cane with a little bit of self-consciousness, wincing as he stands up, but he can't see disgust, contempt, or disappointment on your face and your smile doesn't falter as you delicately slip your hand under his free arm, curling your fingers back over it. Shaken by your sudden proximity, Ivar feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

"It's such a lovely night and I'm so happy spending it with you."

Your words leave him speechless as you lead him close to the water. A bunch of guys can be seen in the distance and Ivar is pretty sure his brothers are among them. He can feel their heavy stares on him and doesn't need to hear them to know what they're saying. "Who's this dude? Do we know him?" Standing tall, with his braided hair and a blue suit, he knows he doesn't look like himself. Yet, as he locks eyes with Hvitserk for a second, he'd sworn he sees a hint of recognition crossing his brother's face. And as the latter gives him a thumbs up, he knows his mind is not playing tricks with him.

"Oh, I love this song!" You clap your hands twice before shrugging shyly. "Let's dance, please!"

Ivar's heart breaks. Scared out of his wits, he swallows hard, his breathing uneven. "I... I can't." It's a painful admission, and he wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

He realizes you pay no mind to his defeated tone, though, as you grab his cane, leaning it against a nearby tree. "We'll go slow, I promise."

Almost in spite of himself, he places his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Gently – cautiously – swaying to the music, Ivar leans in close and, inhaling deeply your delightful scent, he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust. Your head resting on his chest, he's sure you can hear his frantic, pounding heartbeat. But he can't bring himself to care, not when you're finally exactly where he wants you to be. In his arms.

That's why he doesn't hear the first beep, or if he does, he doesn't pay any attention, entranced by your beauty, your kindness and the mesmerizing color of your eyes.

But when you stop dancing, your eyebrows raised, "What's that beeping noise? It doesn't stop," he hears it too, cold sweats washing over him as panic courses through his body.

"I... I must... I must go," he stammers, and honestly he's about to throw up. He can't think, can't speak. All he knows is that he doesn't want you seeing him crawling around. He won't allow it. He can't.

Fuck.

That's why he leaves. He just strolls off. He doesn't see the appalled look you're giving him, doesn’t' realize he's leaving his black cane behind, doesn't hear the despair in your tone as you shout, "wait, please! I don't even know your name!"

He has only taken a few steps when crocodile tears run down his cheeks, blurring his sight. It hurts so much he could scream, and he can barely breathe as the realization starts to sink in. Who was he trying to fool? Sigurd had been right all along. No matter the exoskeleton, no matter the genius of his godfather, he's still a freak. A monster. An abnormality.

He doesn't belong. He's not worthy.

Fuck.

His heart shatters in a thousand pieces.

Fuck.

Y/N.

Fuck.

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jaefmin · 2 years

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Mutual list!!

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 6

Sorry, it took me a while to write the next chapter but I was kinda busy. I hope you still want to know how things are going and growing between Henry and Kat. If you like this, please reward me with a comment, reblog or like 💜

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.0k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 6: A disruptive factor and The Lonely Hearts Club meets again.

You can find the previous chapters and my other fics on my masterlist!

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues, lots of poetry

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

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So, enough of the small print...here we go:

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As much as Kat enjoyed her time with Henry and the feelings that blossomed between them there was this one disruptive factor called Mel.

When they were sitting on that rock the other day, almost kissing, when they were pouring their hearts out afterwards, it all felt so real, so possible, so tangible but whenever she saw Hen talk to Mel her heart sank and doubt started to nag at her hope. And he not only talked to Mel, he went to her place several times and so Kat went to London for contract negotiations with a publishing house with mixed feelings.

She wanted to trust Henry who always laughed it off, when Kat asked him about Mel, saying they were just having a neighbourly chat, but she also wasn't willing to be heading for the rocks blindly. She wasn't able to ignore the existence of Mel and the connection between her and the man Kat had fallen for again.

She missed Henry terribly when she was away though. Five days without him made her realize how close they had grown and how much she enjoyed being around him. Five lonely nights in a hotel bed increased her doubts and her worries, her jealousy and her insecurities. She couldn't stop her mind from creating worst case scenarios of Hen being with Mel. Of Mel seducing him, of Henry having sex with her, falling for the attractive, charming blonde who knew how to enchant a man. She imagined how he got trapped by this woman who'd never tried to hide that she was looking for a new husband, a new provider, after the last one had the audacity to die and leave her with a big, beautiful mansion but not with the amount of money Mel had hoped for. And in all these scenarios Kat was the one who was left behind with a broken heart. Again.

When she returned to St. Ives on Saturday afternoon she found Lydia working in the garden and Sam in the kitchen, baking bread. Her brother hugged her, leaving handprints of flour on her black shirt.

"How was London?"

Kat plopped down on a chair with a sigh. "Successful but exhausting. I can't believe that I actually liked living there. The traffic is horrible and all those people and the noise…"

"Good thing you're back in our beautiful, little sanctuary then. We've missed you. Even Darcy came looking for you every day." Sam shoved the loaf of bread he'd just moulded into the oven before he washed his hands and sat down at the table across from his younger sister.

"Really?" An amused smile played on Kat's lips. "And I thought Henry and Kal are all he cares about recently. How's Hen by the way? On the phone he said he's fine?"

"He is, I guess. No more panic attacks as far as I know. He's been in a pretty good mood all week, busy and full of energy."

Sam poured himself a glass of water and offered one to Kat too but she declined with a shake of her head.

"Where is he anyway?"

"At Mel's."

Kat's expression changed from curious to annoyed in an instant. "Again? What's he doing there?"

"Having a coffee and a chat, I guess," Sam shrugged. "I don't know the details."

Kat rolled her eyes. "Of course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Then why do you say it?"

Kat looked at Sam with a frown. "Nevermind."

"No, come on. Spill it. Are you implying I know something I won't tell you?" Sam got a little cross now.

"I'm not implying anything. I just don't understand why he spends so much time at her place and I can hardly believe your old rugby mate hasn't told you." She crossed her arms and gave her brother an expectant look.

"He told me what I've just told you. What do you think they're doing? Having a secret affair?" He let out a snort, laughing just at the thought of Hen and Mel but when he saw the frown on Kat's face it dawned on him. "Wait? That's what you're thinking? That something's going on between them? You're jealous?"

"Does that sound so far-fetched? She tries to dig her nails into every man who seems to be good husband material. She tried it with you and you don't need a crystal ball to know that she's for sure trying it with Hen too. And for the record...I'm worried about him, not jealous." Kat was all worked up now and Sam could easily tell that he'd hit a sore point.

"Henry is not an idiot, Kat. From my own experience I can tell you that Mel is anything but an enigma. I could tell what she's looking for after our first and only date and a man like Hen, who has to deal with gold diggers all the time, will see right through her without problems. There's no need to worry. And no need to be jealous." He grinned at her and Kat made a face. "Did you even listen to me? I've just told you that…"

"That you're not jealous. Yeah...yackety-yack. I know you, sis. You're in love with him. Don't try to deny it." Kat sighed and surrendered with a resigned smile. "Fuck, yeah and I feel like I'm sixteen again, Sammy. Confused and clueless. What is it about him that makes me feel like that? Why does it have to be so damn complicated?"

"It's not complicated. Trust him and listen to your heart."

"It's not that easy."

"No, obviously it's not. So maybe you should just ask him about Mel and work on your trust issues."

"It's not like I haven't asked him about her before. But I guess you're right. I'm gonna try again and talk to him tonight." She gave her brother a nod.

"At the meeting of The Lonely Hearts Club?" Sam winked at her with a grin that made Kat chuckle.

"He's told you about it?"

"Yeah. He's talked about it all week. Running around with piles of books, volumes of poems as far as I could see. Copying entire pages by hand into a notebook. To be honest, I think it's the reason for his good mood."

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Maybe, Kat thought, or maybe he just enjoys fooling around with Mel.

When Kat climbed up the rope ladder a few hours later she had managed successfully to avoid Henry up to this point. She had spent the rest of the day in her room, brooding over Sam's words, about Henry and Mel for the umpteenth time and about the club meeting of course. She was close to chickening out but she decided to get her shit together and to enjoy the time with Henry on their little stroll down memory lane. And maybe, just maybe, she would even find the courage to ask him about Mel.

"Kat!" Henry flashed her one of those billion dollar smiles when she entered the tree house. "There you are." He hugged her and gave her a look full of relief. "I haven't seen you all afternoon. I was a little worried you'd stand me up."

"Neighbourly duties?" Kat asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She gave him a smile and shrugged. "Well, you were not around when I came back…"

"Yeah...I was busy." He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"Huh?"

"Sam said you went to visit Mel."

"Ah, yes. Yes, I did. You know we have a little chat every once in a while. She's...nice."

"How lovely."

"The room looks great, Hen."

The awkward silence that fell over the room made them both uncomfortable. The unexpected tension left Henry in a state of insecurity. He'd hoped for an easy time with Kat, some intimate moments to share but the start of the night wasn't very promising. He cleared his throat before giving Kat a goofy smile.

"Shall we begin? I've prepared a little something. A few poems and...yeah." He shrugged helplessly and to his big relief Kat nodded with a smile. "Of course."

It was only then that Kat realized that Henry had decorated the treehouse with loving care. Blankets and cushions on the floor and candles in the corner of the room created a very warm and cozy atmosphere and a huge pile of books showed her that Henry was very well prepared for the first meeting of the Lonely Hearts Club since 1999.

"Thanks, kitty. Let's sit." He plopped down beside the books, his long legs stretched out and Kat sat down cross-legged next to him, placing a little bluetooth speaker on the floor. "Prepare for some 90s flashback. I picked all the cheesy love songs we listened to non-stop." She started the playlist and soft music filled the air. Henry smiled at her and took a deep breath before he started to speak solemnly in his best statesman's voice.

The way he looked at her took her breath away for a moment, his gaze intense and pleading, he seemed so vulnerable it made her heart miss a beat. She wanted to kiss the insecurity and sadness that crossed his handsome face away but her own doubts made her fight the need to be close to him. Instead she took the notebook he handed her over and opened it. She stared at the name of the poem that was written down in Henry's neat handwriting on the first page.

"I hereby declare the meeting of The Lonely Hearts Club open. Present are the founding members Katherine Elisabeth Spencer and Henry William Cavill."

Kat couldn't help but chuckle. He was such a dork.

"Would you do me the honor of reciting the first poem, dear kitty?"

She knew it all too well and yet she'd almost forgotten it existed. Forgotten or repressed, it didn't really matter, she still knew it by heart, since it was the very poem she had read countless times after Henry had broken her heart. The fact that he knew it too, that he'd chosen these verse to be read out loud made her wonder if it was as familiar to him as it was to her. She cleared her throat, closed the book and her eyes and started to recite.

"When we two parted by George Gordon Byron."

She paused and took another deep breath.

"When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this."

Kat flinched slightly when she felt Henry's warm hand in hers. She looked at him and she wasn't surprised when he continued, his voice warm and soothing like thick, golden honey.

"The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow—

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame."

The game was the same it used to be back in the days at Stowe. They took turns to read the stanza. The only difference was that they were holding hands now. Kat spoke the next words with a steady voice although on the inside she was trembling.

"They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me—

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell."

She smiled at Henry, sensing that he needed her reinsurance for the last paragraph. He returned the smile and went on.

"In secret we met—

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears."

They sat in silence for several minutes, comfortable silence this time, the quiet connecting them in a way words never could.

"I've got another one you might like." Henry said softly after a while. He reluctantly let go of her hand, took the notebook and searched through the pages. "Here it is."

"Bring it on." Kat smiled at him, hardly able to hide the loving feelings that spread inside her chest and her belly. Henry nodded and began.

"My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety."

"That's beautiful, pop." Kat blushed under Henry's smirk when he heard the nickname slip from her lips. "William Wordsworth?" she guessed.

"Yes. I'd never heard of it before, but Mel showed it to me the other day."

Kat's smile faded like a shadow in the dark.

"Oh really, did she? So that's what you're doing when you meet? You read poems to each other?" Her voice had chilled in an instant, her body language switched from open hearted to closed off. Henry was confused by the sudden change of tone.

"Yes, she told me about it when I mentioned that I was looking for romantic poems by british poets. And no, that's not what we usually do."

"And what do you do? Usually?"

"Nothing special, as I've told you before. And honestly, Kat..it's none of your business anyway."

That felt like a slap in the face to her.

"Right...yeah...you're absolutely right. It's none of my business what you do or who you're fooling around with." Kat got up, tapping off non-existing dirt from her jeans with determined motions that showed how touched and churned up she was.

"Fooling around?" Henry got up too in a hurry, knocking his head on a branch that was part of the treehouse's roof. He cursed before he turned to Kat again. "You can't be serious. You don't really think I f...that I sleep with Mel, do you?"

"I don't know what to think, Henry. You spend so much time with her lately…"

"And I've told you it's harmless and I just visit our neighbour from time to time." He tried to take her hand but Kat took a step back, turning around to stare out of the window with a deep sigh.

"You still don't trust me." His voice was sad now and there was a note of disappointment too.

"I really want to, Henry. But it's so hard…" Her shoulders were trembling and her soft sobs told him she was crying. He hugged her gently from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I know, kitty. And I know that I'm the one to blame for this dilemma. But you have to believe me. There's nothing between me and Mel. I don't fuck her and I'm not interested in her. I only care about you. Okay?" The last words were nothing more than a whisper in her ear, a light breeze of tones that made her want to believe him. She nodded, leaning into his embrace but she wasn't able to give him a proper answer. The truth was she had no answer. She knew she loved him but what she didn't know was if she was going to allow herself to act accordingly.

"Listen, Kat. This might not be the right time nor place to do this, but I need to ask you something. I'm going to Jersey next week for my mum's 70s birthday and I wonder if you'd want to come with me?"

Kat turned around in his arms abruptly, taken by surprise by his question. He didn't let go of her waist and so she found herself closer than ever to him, his gorgeous face right in front of her. "You want me to go to Jersey with you?" He nodded. "As my plus one. Yes." She freed herself carefully from his embrace. "But…"

"Let me explain." Henry took a step back to give her some space. "My mum invited me months ago and I accepted...of course...but to be honest, I've dreaded that family gathering since day one. All eyes will be on me, everyone's gonna try to wrap me up in cotton wool, walking on eggshells around me, wondering if I'm okay." He sighed and shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. I'm beyond grateful to have a family that is worried about me, loving people who care, but it also stresses me out. Having you by my side would be very helpful and besides that, I would hate to be separated from you again. Those five days last week were long enough, Kat and don't even make me start with the 22 years prior. You have no idea how much I missed you." He gave her a sheepish smile and she couldn't help but return it. "I missed you too, Hen. But I'm really not sure if this is a good idea. Your parents hardly know me."

"Don't be silly. They remember you very well. You spent Christmas 1998 with us. Please don't say you forgot about that...my parents invited you after I spent the summer with your family here in St. Ives."

"Of course I remember that. It was the most lively and jolly Christmas of my childhood. All those people at your parents house, the chatter and singing and goofing about, it was such a stark contrast to Christmas with my family."

"See...you can have that again. A crowded, noisy place, loads of laughter, alcohol, fun and food. When I asked my mum if it's okay to invite you she was so excited, Kat. She'd love to see you again and so would my dad and my brothers. And I'm sure you're gonna like my sisters-in-law and all my nephews and nieces." Kat smiled.

"That sounds good."

"So you're in?"

"I don't know. Where would we stay? At your parent's?"

"No. I always stay at a small cottage near the beach when I visit them. I bought it a few years ago."

Kat started to chew on her lower lip.

"Two bedrooms." Henry added with a wink before making the next try to take her hands. This time she didn't pull back. "Please say yes, Kat. Let's spend some time together. We can stay there for a week or so. When the whole Cavill bunch leaves after the celebration, it will only be you and me and lots of time to...to bond again. So what do you say?"

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#henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill slow burn #slow burn

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gayforcarstairsgirls · 3 years

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🎊 Ivy's 300 Celebration 🎊

Hi so I now have 300 followers (which is nuts, thank you so much!!!) and I figured I'd do an ask game since it's school holidays rn and I actually have time! (I've never done one of these before, hopefully this goes well??)

Oki so asks!

🍩 - send me a quote (can be from a tsc book or just a quote you like) and I'll write it out in a pretty fineliner (cause I bought some ages ago and never got to use them)

🧁 - I'll put my playlist on shuffle and give you my favourite lyric from the first song that comes on (I literally have no idea what the mood of these lyrics will be, I have some weird songs dude)

🍬 - send me any word or phrase you like (can be as random as just the word pineapple, just throw weird stuff at my idc) and I'll write a (probably very very short) fluffy fic based on it! These will all be about tsc characters (you don't have to specify which ones, but you can if you want to). Bear in mind that I've never actually posted my writing before (still working on finishing some slightly longer fics) so if they're not very good then sorry 😂 (also no nsfw suggestions pls!)

🍭 - send me a tsc character/ship and I'll make a moodboard of them (idk how to edit photos btw so this is more like a little collection of photos for them)

🍫 - send me any colour shade (e.g. lavender) and I'll make a moodboard with that colour of the tsc character who's aesthetic I think it matches

Sorry these descriptions are so long, I tend to ramble, but yeah so send me an ask if you want! And thank you for following me it means I get to do fun ask games 😊

Tagging some moots (I can never tell at what point you know someone well enough to tag them in something so if I should or should not have tagged you then oops sorry!)

@elettrahere @fighting-god-69 @bi-saster-and-chaos @i-will-swing-bi-with-waffles @idk-i-just-really-like-tsc @lqdyofroses @lxdyblackthorn @kiwichaeng @fantasticangelrebel @bookwormslounge @light-bane08 @hearts-fullmetal @kithairondial @untowardflower @josiecarstairs @ratmancity @magnusthefreewheelingbisexual @queenlilith43 @hardlymatters @bookeater34 @carstairrs @amchara @roseberrylight @chaotic-coexistence

#ivy's 300 celebration #<- any asks answered will be under that tag so if i get annoying you can always block it lol

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donaidk · 3 years

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300 followers and 6-monthversary

So I wanted to bring these two celebrations together, as they happened pretty close to each other 😅 Tumblr, and mostly F1blr, has now been part of my life for 6 months on a daily basis, with only a few days offline. It has been up and down most of the time, but still, it's not a lie if I say it has brought me a lot more laugter than tears. (Even some good tears sometimes) Taking this moment and trying to make it a great one, I would like to just share a bit of positivity, and mention a few people who took part in me enjoying this site either by talking to me daily or just blessing my dash with their posts.

First of all the few people who I somehow had the courage to talk to and became a huge part of my journey here:

@x-lipstickstain-x, @georgeinamerc, @formulola, @landonorrisgeorgerussell

You guys were always there for me to talk to either about irl situations or racing wise and I always felt comfortable enough to bring up even opinions that would be considered unpopular. Thank you for being such pillars to my Tumblr daily routine, even if we don't talk every minute or every day. It wouldn't have been the same without you guys. Special mention to Moni, who has been here since day -1 and who I really don't know how can keep up with my brainrots, anxiety and random thoughts on the daily. You're a real champ and I hope we can celebrate a lot more together in the future 🥺

I also wanna mention a few people, who I may not know closely, but who make my dash look pretty and also make me laugh with their posts/tags all the time. I really do recommend you following them if you're looking for a bit of fun 🥰 (in no particular order)

@dams-racing with all her great gifsets and edits about all the series you can think of @kiwi-lawson the spotify collection abotu the drivers everyone has to see, also very pretty gifsets and edits @ilottsupremacy who pretty much killed me in the last few days with the punk edits, and I just generally love her enthusiasm about everything @formulaunoo killer album cover edits that i hope will never stop coming, and edits that make me excited to scroll through my dash @liam-lawson the one who caused me to have flashbacks of her fancams while listening to different songs, killed me with one (1) jüri fancam, also fire moodboards @formationlapsz the very good kind of 'you think you saw all the Danny Ric content? no you didn't' person, and i just simply love your posts @babssionate all the racing infos you can need presented on lovely ppt's, and someone who I just love to keep up with in general for her opinions and posts @acrosstobear someone who always makes me laugh with her tags, makes lovely fancams and has a fantastic little series going on with @formulaur who's also someone I can only recommend! @limp-wrist-max pretty videos, moodboards, edits, wallpapers and also reaction pics, and don't forget about an url that just makes me laugh every time i see it on my dash @yukitsunoda very charming edits, gifs and moodboards that always get my chin on the floor @rafealnadal the prettiest drawings out there I have ever seen @landhoe I will always be in awe about how realistic her drawings are @danielxricciardo fics that i can't keep up with there's so many, but always make my evening when I can finally catch up on them @callumilott all the professional looking graphics and gifsets about all the formula championships

And just a little special mention for the small Hungarian 🇭🇺 circle I got to "meet" on here and who give me a little connection to home even here, where people are from everywhere around the world and who I also recommend becuase they're all funny as hell:

@formulola, @holymacncheeseballs, @papayaboismybeloved, @tittipaldi, @clausoos93, @watermelon-seb

(I did manage to forget someone, I'm so sorry 😭)

I really hope I didn't forget anyone, I tried real hard to remember all the lovely blogs, but I also know I don't follow many people on here and that there are many more lovely girls and guys who deserve all the attention! I myself thank you who decided to stick with me and who have been part of my days, bringing my mood up every time I was about to fall. I truly may not be the same person if I didn't join when I did, and I already have so many great memories to look back on, even after just 6 months. Here's to many more, hopefully 🥂 All the hugs to you guys! 🤗🧡

#6monthversary #300followers #thank you post

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