#para: no hellos needed

[acircusfullofdemons]

help why did I get a tiktok sideshow calling out a "reality shifter" for keeping in violence when shifting ... they were going to call of duty too LMAO BABE THATS THE PLOT OF COD WHY ARE YOU MAD???? I'm sorry but "don't shift where killing takes place" is so brain dead they would not last an hour in the madd comm bye 💀

[intcritus]

‘ you’re being followed. pretend you know me.’ (from lou, for bijin)

probably paparazzi, or a new stalker. how fun, bijin muses sarcastically. but she also doesn't turn away the woman's help. a tired sigh escapes the ameonna before she gives a small smile, looping her arm with the other being's. ❝ ━ y'know, you're late. i waited for nearly twenty minutes at the restaurant, by myself, mind you. ❞ a pretty pout eases across her features, playfully leaning into the woman. ❝ ━ ooh, we can still go get some drinks ! they have two dollar drinks at that cute little pub, we should go there. ❞ which she would seriously never do. bijin was a celebrity -- there'd be no peace at this late time of day if she showed up at a pub, or anywhere other then her going home, which she wanted desperately after such a long photoshoot.

slipping her hand into her purse and subsequently, leaning closer to the woman, she shoots her a wink, lightning crawled across the sky, thunder rumbling loudly seconds after. bringing her hand to her mouth, pink tongue flicks out to lick up her palm and with her free hand, she opens the umbrella she grabbed out her bag. where one drop many follow soon after until it's practically storming out, rain coming down like bullets but it doesn't touch the two beneath bijin's umbrella. ❝ ━ thank you for helping me, i don't think i can ever repay you. it'll probably rain for awhile, would you like to come get some coffee with me ?❞ / @metrictita

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

the past 20 hours have been off the wall bonkers. i feel like i've gone through a week's worth of frustration, stress, and emotions in less than a day??

[ana-bananya]

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[likelysobbing]

𖥻 FOR THE STREETS. paige bueckers x reader

synopsis: baby, what’s meant for the streets will never be yours.

notes: based off hev abi’s song ‘para sa streets’ — made mainly because i wanted more paige angst on my feed . so like, give me my angst. might write a part two if this gets enough attention . the synopsis and overall theme is like a genuine LYRIC from the song btw. lastly. this is fiction guys this is completely NOT paige paige would never do this and i will not knock on wood three times when i say that because WE ALL KNOW PAIGE WOULD NEVER DO THIS. chill on me for a moment you guys …. (PART 2 HERE: STUNNED)

cw: once again, based off hev abi’s song ‘para sa streets’ so you KNOW it’s notorious player!paige, angst lowkey no comfort besides the fact that reader now hates paige’s guts, INFIDELITY + MENTIONS OF ORAL: paige gets head from a different girl, but i don’t write it explicitly because god forbid. lovers to exes. angsty, angsty, angsty. reader’s kinda a wuss. ignore the existence of curfews for this fic btw, thankies!

paige bueckers.

big name. legendary name, even, but on your tongue?

it burns.

everytime you have to say it, you have to stop yourself from clawing your tongue off, skinning it clean of the layer that said her name—because you hate it. hate her. hate her stupid smile that’s all teeth, her eyes that she knows are pretty, all her muscles that probably wouldn’t help much in the event she got herself pulled into a scream-esque horror movie. you hate her fucking fashion sense … and how she looks better with all her clothes off.

you hate her.

hate how she lies through those teeth, through that smile, so easily—hate how she knew her eyes were nice and always gave you puppy eyes so you’d forgive her every apology, hated all her muscles and how when they held you, you felt protected—and when they held you down, you felt hot and bothered. you hate her fucking fashion sense with every goddamn bone in your body because deep down you know she looks good in every damn thing— but she looks the best with her clothes off. you hate her. you hate paige bueckers with every bone in your body.

but there was a time in which you didn’t. there was a time in which you looked at paige with love instead of the hatred you look at her with now, and a time in which you stopped her in halls instead of hoping you wouldn’t see her in them in the first place. there was a time you loved her smile, and her eyes, and drooled over her muscles—and that time? was the time of your fucking life.

and she chose to end it through a fucking phone call.

she always knocked on your door three times.

i love you— she said it through those knocks. you told her she didn’t need to, she was your girlfriend, she had special privileges (and a dorm key), but she insisted, because she wanted to say i love you before you even saw her. you always found it cute.

she was your girlfriend, then. she gave you toothy smiles whenever you went to her games, kisses throughout the campus because she believed a ‘hello’ was never enough, she even held your hand when she knew you were getting overwhelmed. she was, like, literally perfect. there was no doubt in your mind that she was it for you—she was the one. no worried looks from your friends whenever paige placed a hand on your hip, no whispers among students you didn’t know surfacing as you held her hand through a crowd could deter you. not even whispers of how paige had notoriously wandering eyes, or how she had a history of playing games with girls who didn’t know they were pawns. you were warned that paige wasn’t meant to settle down, that she was meant ‘for the streets’, and would never truly be yours— as they so bluntly, and also rudely, told you. you did nothing but scoff. those warnings did nothing. paige was it.

paige bueckers was the one.

you had no doubt about it. you were hers. you didn’t think twice about the wedding in spring you imagined, expecting it to be your problem in the future you had together, when in reality? paige didn’t even want you in hers.

it started with her smile.

her smile was all teeth back then, when you were still in that early honeymoon phase and you felt as if nothing in the world could tear you apart. she was always happy to see you— you’d know from the way her smile was always so big. so wide.

and suddenly, somehow, some way— on some random thursday, it faltered. you didn’t notice at first. she didn’t smile as wide anymore. when she saw you at her games, she nodded her head and went back to her bench.

you just thought she was tired. that was okay, you thought.

and then her eyes started wandering.

like the crowds you once easily ignored whispered she was notorious for, her eyes started wandering. she looked at a cheerleader, her eyes trailing down the girl’s slim waist—and then the next week, she was looking at a point guard from another team; she just kept… looking.

by the next month she was looking at every one else besides you.

there were times when you locked eyes, and paige always did love those moments—you’d have a staring contest, and those butterflies in your stomach made simply because of paige looking at you so intently it made you feel like the only person in the room? well, you always fuckin’ lost. paige loved looking at you.

it’s why you noticed when she stopped.

suddenly, her arms didn’t wrap around you anymore.

there was no longer the familiar warmth she brought with her, no sign of the tight, constrictive hold that was somehow comforting. when paige hugged you, she did it with one hand. she pulled away first.

you always joked about paige’s arms being a cage.

unfortunately for you, that cage was all you knew. and when it began to open, you didn’t want to go. so you didn’t. you stayed with her. you stayed with her, and she got worse.

by then, she had stopped knocking three times.

by then, she had stopped coming. coming through for you, and coming to your dorm, and coming to you in general.

you don’t know why it only took you that one fantastic (sarcasm detected!) night to really leave.

CONNECTICUT — 2:54 AM, BELDEN HALL (UCONN ALUMNI QUAD DORM)

11 missed calls, exactly 29 texts and counting, and thirty minutes pacing around your dorm, as small of a space as it was—paige promised to be back by 10:30 . that was exactly four hours and and 24 minutes ago. safe to say, you were fucking horrified. she promised to be back by 10:30; you were going to have a movie night together. your popcorn is untouched now, cold and stale.

and she is still not back.

so you call again.

there is exactly three rings before she finally answers. you gasp, a sigh of relief escaping you. her name is so sweet on your tongue.

“paige!—“

there is a click of her tongue on the other line and the giggle of another girl that makes your ears ring. “what?” she groans, “what is it?”

“paige?” you repeat her name again, softer this time, a tingle on your tongue.

“bro— hhh—fuck, right there, right there—what is it?”

a blade pierces your heart. “paige, what are you doing?”

there is a shuffle on the other line. she stays silent for a moment, the only sound from her is the soft sighs she let out and slurping you choose not to hear. you might puke.

you swallow down bile that feels like blood, and ask again.

“paige, what are you doing?”

“getting great head.”

you didn’t expect her to be so upfront, hoping that maybe even in all her drunken stupor she’d end up softening the truth. she didn’t. you froze.

your mind was moving a mile a minute, and so in desperation to just speak—you spoke with your heart. and all your heart had?

“why?”

it was broken enough for a mocking scoff to be heard on the other line, “why?” she repeated.

every word she said there after pierced a new hole through your already bleeding heart.

“i don’t give a damn ‘bout you, baby. what are you on?” she groaned, and you could hear her eyes roll from here— “i was just feeling ‘lone lately, you know how it is…”

by then, you knew she meant it. you stifled a sob. by then, you knew she meant it—but you still said, you still said— “you’re just… you’re just drunk—“

“you get drunk too, don’t be a fucking drama queen. i know you. from head to toe, actually.” it’s mocking, and you bite your lip— “you know how it feels to get— ohhh fuck, fuck that feels good, that feels good,”

you could barely believe her own audacity. she was so shameless in her disloyalty— with every moan, rage reverberated through your body. with every giggle you heard from that girl on the other end, your fist clenched harder.

and yet, trumping every other emotion, was sorrow.

“we’re done, paige.” you said, through a hoarse, shaky voice. “we’re done.”

“are we?”

“yes, we are.”

“but you stayed this long, baby. if i get bored again, i might need you. you’re so grumpy all the time, you— fuck, fuck— you know? when you’re with others, you’re grumpy, but with me, you’re so sweet. when you’re with me, your ass is flirty— all that pain you told me about disappears, right? that’s funny. you’re a pain in the ass when i’m tryna get a quick fuck in. gotta stay loyal to you… but nahh… i’m bored, actually. real bored. like super, super bored. but it like really depends—“

why are you letting her speak this long? there are tears in your eyes, and you fear your skin might split if you keep clenching your knuckles this hard. why are you letting her speak this long?

you don’t want to stop hearing her voice.

you don’t want to, even if she made you wait for four hours and 24 minutes, even after all she’s put you through—even after every second passing right now, in which you find paige has probably been continously cheating on you.

“paige,” you try again. you interrupt her. this time, her name on your tongue burns. it bleeds like a cut, aching. “paige, just… stop.” you defend yourself pathetically, you acknowledge it, you cannot stop it—but maybe, you can stop her. “just stop.”

“…okay?“

okay, is all you get. that’s all you get.

you open your mouth to speak, but you’re cut off by paige’s pornographic moan that claws at your brain the moment you hear it—and then a click is heard.

paige ended the call.

paige ended it all.

you would’ve collapsed if you weren’t already slumped against your bed in tears. you fall asleep with your head resting against the edge of your mattress and a bucket of popcorn untouched by your desk.

and the next morning, there are no more missed calls. your roommate knows about your breakup before you even tell her; she tells you paige was fucking drunk off her ass last night, and she announced it at the party in a tone so jolly it made people double over and laugh. your roommate heard paige say that she was free, now, and that the moment she said so—a bunch of girls had came near her corner. they were waiting.

your roommate can’t resist saying ‘i told you so’.

this time, you don’t even think to defend the person you thought you’d willingly spend your whole life defending.

instead, you say, “you were right.”

because she was. as unheard of as it seemed back then, she was right.

what’s meant for the streets would never be yours.

@likelysobbing.

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✨Icons to help Ahmed and his family!✨

Hello, I'm here to talk about my friend @lovelyjoyfulpolice again!

He asked me to show these images, the prices of basic things, as you can see, are absurd. Unfortunately, Ahmed relies entirely on donations to buy food for his family. There have been times when he told me that his family went to bed with nothing in their stomachs.

This frustrates him a lot, obviously it does, I can't even imagine the pain of seeing his family having to go to bed hungry despite his efforts to get something for them. In addition, Ahmed also needs the money to continue studying and complete his education. All of these are things that cost a lot of money.

As you can see from the title, I will be drawing icons for everyone who donates at least 5 euros to help Ahmed feed his family and complete his education! You just need to send me proof that you donated, very simple! some examples of my drawings are in this link:

and if you're wondering, the icons will be more or less like this, starting from the bust and going up!

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[laterreurofficial]

LT Doodle Stream Recap/Questions!

(Part 1/Part 2)

Hello everyone! Wisteriasymphony here. Yesterday the LT hivemind had the wonderful experience of our first doodle stream together!

For the purposes of cataloging all of the questions we answered on our stream (because somebody doesn't know how streaming works yet *COUGH COUGH*), I'm going to be answering them all here!

La Terreur takes place in 2002, and the events of the timeline last about a year. Of course, it's a retrofuturistic cyberpunk-y 2002, which explains later developments like the alliance ring and so on.

They're the same au! Miracle Exposure has just been a tag Silu has used to categorize talking about the effects of the miraculous, but it all happens within LT.

Hawkmoth is already a pretty solid design as is. Shadowmoth and Monarch will probably get overhauls later on, but why fix what isn't broken? Hawkmoth is already just the right amount of gross and creepy and fancy and bald, so no need to revamp that.

The consensus to far is that Felix arrived before the quarantine was instated, but he could easily have bribed officials into letting him into Paris if he needed to. The quarantine is mostly to keep people in, and if some idiot with a death wish high-paying member of the british aristocracy is willing to give money to a dying city just for a ticket in, then why wouldn't they let him?

@gaussiansphere put it quite nicely in the stream when he said that the heroes aren't trapped in Paris physically, but mentally. There's nothing theoretically stopping Ladybug from blowing a hole in the defenses of Paris and going on the run, but she has a moral obligation to protect her city. Everyone else feels roughly the same way, though we did discuss the idea of having the concept of migration fit Max better by virtue of his big goals in life involving getting out of Paris.

Also, the miraculous will likely be passed out differently. We're not following exact episodes, only storylines.

On a similar note....

Ladybug will probably alternate who she gives all of the minor miraculous to multiple times over the course of the story. She would find it ridiculous to pass them out to people "for keeps", as @sillysiluriforme put it, and before a certain point in the story will favor adult holders over teen holders. (Not saying why this changes though heehee, spoilers.)

MUCHAS GRACIAS!!!!!!!!!! Los ships no son un foco de La Terreur, pero.. Adrigaminette 100% mejor del mundo JAJAJAJA XP. de lo contrario es lo mismo que el canon.

Opinions de los kwamis hacia sus portadores es q los ven como niños. Son indiferentes a la humanidad en realidad. Los kwamis también los vicios q usan sus portadores para obtener. (Adrien huele a tabaco Y queso apestoso :/ Marinette no se afectada porque Tikki quiere el sabores dulces en su vaporizador).

#wispanol arc hehe. also YES you saw that right English audience, the kwamis are smokers. Marinette has to ask Luka's bandmates for vapes because the closest bodega to her house is run by a sweet Chinese grandma who her mom likes talking to, so if she bought from there she'd be absolutely screwed. Adrien just buys all of the tobacco as Chat, though.

We're not planning on having Aspik show up in LT, at least as far as we have planned. If he did, however, his rat eating desire would definitely go through the roof. He'd probably try and time his rat-eating specifically for when he's Chat Noir, just to make things easier for himself. (Until he eats one as Adrien by accident and has to live with the mental baggage for the rest of his miserable little life...)

Well.. there are a lot of characters that really don't need redesigns! Or where redesigns would be extremely minimal. Marinette's dad only really needs to get proportional legs and then that's it, and the same philosophy extends to most of the other minor characters.

Here are some of @clemnoir's designs for the rest of the class, though!

In fact, her lovely annotations somewhat answer another question we received....

We haven't figured out everyone yet, but the scholarships group so far is: Kim, Max, Ivan, Rose, Nathaniel, and Mylene. Adrien, Chloe, Sabrina, Alix, and Marinette are all paid tuition.

There could be! The ancient miraculous are indeed destroyed, much like the infinite amount of others like them, Bearinette and Lambdrien are just explorations of what it would be like if they hadn't been. The bear and lamb miraculous are not canon to LT, nor would any future ancients be. If we get any good ideas, you'll see them.

[wis is biting all of her fingers to prevent herself from talking about the coyote....]

The big issue Marinette has with being Multimouse is that she's no longer respected as the leader, at least as much as she's used to. Because she sees Ladybug as more of a responsibility than fun superpowers, her side effects are more psychological by consequence, whereas Adrien's are more physical. She also feels some sense of jealousy towards Scarabella, as well as general insecurity over not being the leader when she's Multimouse... but despite this she continues to use the Mouse Miraculous more often than in canon just for the sake of "training" Alya.

Silu dice muchas gracias!!!!! ...No conocen sus identidades fsgdss. Exposición al milagros del raton causa disocociación, duplicación no literal para Marinette jajaj. (Pero, no puedo decir si dos Marinettes aparecen en LT..... tal vez, tal vez no? huummmm)

Tambien, ellos comiendo ratones en privado. Nadie los trae en su almuerzo. Todos ellos tratan con sus síntomas en secreto.

Violence and misery and horror and class dynamics. I'll get into it more in Part 2, but characters' relationships to power is a huge part of this AU, both of the magical and non-magical variety.

[coolemmasulivan2]

Back to Us

Pairing: Ferran Torres x Reader

Summary: When your daughter gets sick, you and Ferran spend the night together for the first time in over a year, making your feelings resurface.

Word Count: 1822

Tú más que nadie sabe Como yo soy contigo No importa mi estilo de vida Tú me quieres así

The knock came just past 9 p.m. You didn't need to check, you already knew it was him.

Ferran stood on the doorstep in joggers and a hoodie, his shoulders slightly damp from the rain beginning to fall. His eyes flicked past you the moment the door opened, panic and exhaustion etched into every tense line of his face.

"How is she?" He asked, breathless. No hello, no hesitation.

"Still warm." You said softly, stepping aside. "She keeps asking for you."

He entered and you closed the door behind him. It was the first time he'd truly been inside your home—his home—for nearly a year.

"¿Dónde está?" (Where is she?)

"In her room."

He took a step toward the stairs but paused, finally looking at you. His voice dropped, almost inaudible. "Can I…?"

"Of course you can, Ferran." You said soflty.

He didn't wait and moved quickly upstairs. You walked toward the kitchen and began warming milk for your daughter. Your movements were slow, deliberate, giving them their father and daughter space.

It had been almost a year and a half since the separation. Ferran had pulled away. At first, you thought there was someone else, maybe he had fallen in love with someone esle. But he'd never been seen with another woman, before or even after.

Lucia had been too young to understand what was really happening. In her world, nothing had changed, just that she had two beds now, one at Mommy's and one at Daddy's.

You lingered in the hallway as Ferran was knelt beside your daughter's bed.

Lucia, only three and feverish, blinked up at him with a sleepy smile. "Daddy…"

"Estoy aquí, cariño." Ferran murmured, brushing a damp curl from her forehead. "Daddy's here." (I'm here, baby.)

Something inside you ached. This wasn't supposed to be difficult anymore. You'd said your goodbyes, divided your things, agreed on a schedule. But watching him be soft, watching him love their daughter so completely, it still cut straight through you.

You stepped into the pink and white room and Ferran stood when he heard you enter.

You sat gently on the edge of the bed. "Want your milk, sweetie?" Lucia nodded slowly. "Sit up. Carefully."

Ferran adjusted her pillow as she sat up. Lucia drank slowly, glancing between her parents.

When she finished, Ferran tucked her back in, kissing her forehead. You moved in sync. Meds. Water. Cartoons playing softly in the background. When you passed him a cool washcloth, your fingers brushed and neither of you pulled away.

ater, feeling her eyes heaby, Lucia murmured: "Can you both sleep with me tonight?" You and Ferran looked at each other.

Ferran gently ran his hand over her hair. "Creo que tu cama es demasiado pequeña para los tres, cariño." (I think your bed's too small for the three of us, cariño.)

"We can use Mommy's bed. It's big."

Ferran swallowed hard. The bed he once called home. The one you used to share. The one you still slept in every night.

"Okay!" You voice was quiet but certain. "We'll sleep in my bed."

Lucia stretched her arms and Ferran lifted her carefully. You both walked down the hall in silence and the ache in his chest deepened.

The room hadn't changed, it looked exactly like he remembered. The only thing missing was his chaos. The chaos you used to scold him about. Now, it was neat. Too neat.

You pulled down the covers and Ferran laid Lucia in the middle of the bed. You removed your shoes and crawled in on either side. Lucia instantly snuggled against Ferran, but reached to hold your hand.

Minutes passed in silence. Strange, but familiar.

"She still sleeps like you. Same position." He whispered.

You smiled faintly. "Still frowns like you when she dreams."

Ferran looked at the ceiling and took a deep breath. "I've missed this." He muttered.

You didn't respond. When he looked over, your eyes were already closed.

An hour passed. Ferran lay awake, eyes open in the dark, listening to Lucía’s breathing and the soft tap of rain against the windows.

He turned his head. You were there, inches away, sleeping beside your daughter. Your face soft in sleep.

This was everything.

Not the trophies. Not the travel. Not the adrenaline rush of scoring. This was the life he still wanted. This was the life he never stopped wanting.

And he'd left it behind.

His hand reached out on instinct, brushing a strand of hair gently from your forehead. His fingers lingered for a second longer than they should've. You didn't stir.

He missed your laugh. Your sharp looks when he got too cocky. Your sleepy voice in the mornings. The early morning kisses. The way you melted into his arms like you belonged there.

He whispered it before he could stop himself. "Te quiero." (I love you.)

Sunlight spilled through the curtains. You woke first, slowly, blinking into the light. You were warm. Too warm.

There was an arm around your waist. Ferran.

He was curled behind you, holding you the way he used to. Close and a strong grip. His breath brushed your shoulder, steady, slow.

But then you tensed. Lucia was gone.

Your eyes opened fully, but before you could sit up, a faint clatter came from downstairs. Ferran stirred behind you, groaning softly, before he froze, upon realising what he was doing.

You shut your eyes quickly, pretending to sleep.

Carefully, he lifted his arm from your waist. He shifted away slowly, trying not to wake you.

Another noise downstairs.

"Shit!" He muttered.

He stood up and a few seconds later, the door closed behind him, leaving you alone in bed.

He found Lucia in the kitchen, standing on a stool, trying to reach the butter.

"Lucia!" He rushed forward, scooping her up before she could fall.

She grinned, proud of herself, placing her arm around his neck. "I was making breakfast. I wanted to take it to bed."

His heart squeezed. "Why didn't you wake me or Mommy? Are you feeling well?"

She nodded, proud. "You were sleeping. And when I got off the bathroom, you were already hugging her." She said smiling.

Ferran's heart stalled. "I--I..."

"I liked seeing you hugging mommy. It looked like before." She added, swinging her feet. Ferran placed her down and she instantly ran toward the sofa, where she had her stuffed shark.

Ferran looked at the stairs, hitting his lip nervously, before sitting at the coffee table in front of her.

"Do you miss when we all lived together?" He asked the little girl.

She nodded without hesitation. "Yes."

"I thought you liked having two houses."

She shrugged. "It's okay. But I liked when you were here. Can't you come back?"

That was all he wanted. But he was the one that broke things off, he was the one that made the decision to leave. Because for him, that was the best.

His throat tightened. "I want to. More than anything." He looked down. "But I messed up."

"Don't you like Mommy?"

He brushed her hair back, voice low. "I do. So much."

She looked at him. "Then why did you leave her if you like her?"

His throat went dry. "Because I was working too much. I thought she deserved someone better. Someone who could be there every day."

"But you like her and she likes you!" Lucía grinned. "You need to tell her."

He looked down, his voice catching. "Maybe I do, maybe I do." He whispered.

The girl's attention quickly shifted to something behind him. He turned around and froze.

"Mommy!" She jumped out of the sofa and ran toward you, hugging your legs.

She heard everything, he thought to himself.

He had never given you a reason for the breakup, and now you had probably heard everything.

You looked at him with an unreadable expression and Ferran looked away.

You crouched to hug your daughter. "Feeling better, love?" Lucia nodded. "Go put cartoons on. Daddy and I will make breakfast." She ran back to the sofa and turned on the TV.

You walked into the kitchen and Ferran follow, heart in his throat.

Ferran swallowed. "You heard!" You nodded. "I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was protecting you." He said. "You were always so patient, and I was always… gone. Focused on the next game, the next match. And when I wasn't, I was exhausted. I didn't know how to be enough for you."

You looked at him for a long moment. "You were enough for me!" You said, voice shaking.

"Come on, Y/n!" He ran his hand through his head. "I was in a bad place and I thought I had to hold it all on my own." He admitted.

"And I could be there for you, but you didn't even give me the chance." You said. "You chose for both of us."

"I was scared." He looked down. "Scared I'd drag you down. That I'd disappoint you." Ferran's voice dropped. "I never stopped loving you."

A pause.

You looked at him, pain and softness mingling in your eyes. "Then prove it." You whispered. "Don't just say it. Fight for us this time."

He stepped forward, gently brushing you cheek with his knuckles. His voice was barely a whisper.

“Let me try again. Let me be here. For you. For her.”

You leaned into his touch, tears shining in your eyes. He leaned in, slowly, hesitantly, giving you the chance to pull away. You didn't.

Your eyes locked in and slowly he leaned down, meeting your lips. The kiss was hesitant at first, like you were touching something sacred that neither of you had allowed yourselves to feel in a long time. But then something broke open.

A year and a half of distance. Of missed chances, quiet heartbreaks, and lonely nights. Of loving each other in silence. All of it poured into that kiss.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him closer with a desperation that had been under your skin for far too long. He let out a shaky breath against your mouth, his other hand cradling the back of your neck like he was afraid of losing you.

He kissed you passionatly. Like he was trying to memorize you. Like he didn't deserve the feel of you but was desperate to earn it.

You gasped softly when he deepened the kiss, and it hit him how much he'd missed you. Not just your body, but your soul. Your stubbornness. Your softness. Your fire.

When you finally broke apart, your forehead rested against his. Eyes closed. BBreathing unsteady.

He didn't speak and neither did you.

You just stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, heartbeats syncing back into rhythm and for the first time in a long time, it didn't feel like something was breaking, but like something was beginning again.

[neveen4]

Please help me 😭💔 😭 Soy Nafin Umm de Gaza🇵🇸 Les escribo con el corazón roto. 💔 Lucho cada día para mantener viva a mi pequeña familia. Después de que mi esposo fuera capturado por el ejército de ocupación😥 Nuestro hogar y nuestros medios de vida quedaron destruidos, y solo nos quedó el hambre, el frío y el miedo a las bombas y misiles que no paraban. 🚀 Mi hijo Mohammed y mi hija Yusra, de 3 años, lloran pidiendo comida. No lo entienden. No hay nada que comer y solo conocen el hambre. No puedo explicarles por qué sus llantos no reciben respuesta como madre. Es un dolor interminable, y sin embargo, no tengo más remedio que soportarlo solaAfter our girl's tent was bombed and my child Mohammed was injured in the head, he donated to save his life by providing treatment. . Por favor, no nos miren. No somos solo números ni una historia más que pasas por alto. Somos personas reales viviendo una pesadilla. 😭 El enlace de mi campaña está en mi biografía. Mi campaña. Mi campaña está aprobada de memoria Donate even $10 to save my child’s life. 😥🙏

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Stupid Hormones (LucyBronze XOnaBatlleXPutellasReader)

A/N: this was a Mapi/Ingrid/Reader one but i decided to Just switch it up after it has been sitting in my drafts for around 3 months now. Lucy never left for Chelsea in this.

Summary: you and Ona are home alone cause Lucy is away to national Camp in england. And your pregnancy hormones are all over the place. Ona is home cause she still is recovering from an injury and would start playing again soon.

It was only 11am and so far you have cried 6 Times today for no particular reason. Other than being five months pregnant and your hormones being all over the place.

"Mi amor, está bien. ¡Podemos comprar galletas nuevas! ¡Puedo ir a comprar algunas ahora!(my love, it's okay. we can just buy new cookies! I can go get some now!)" Ona offered. But you just sobbed and held onto her.

"¡No, no me dejes!(no don't leave me!)" You sobbed into her shoulder. Ona gently rubbed your back.

"¡Nunca te dejaría, amor!(i would never leave you, love!)" She told you.

"Lucy se fue.(Lucy left.)" You sobbed out dramatically. Knowing that this was unreasonable because Lucy literally went to England national camp and would return in ten days.

"Ambos le dijimos que se fuera. Además, volverá en unos días.(we both told her to go. besides she is coming back in a few days.)" Ona replied to you. Kissing your head, gently stroking your Baby Bump.

"hormonas estúpidas!(stupid hormones.)" You tell her and laugh through the tears.

"gracias por todo mi amor(thank you for everything my love)" Ona replied. You agreed to be the one to carry a Baby for the three of you cause you really wanted to experience being pregnant. Ona and Lucy weren't really interested in carrying a Baby. At least not right now, so this was the perfect solution.

"No hace falta que me lo agradezcas. Me encanta llevar un bebé para los tres.(no need to thank me. I love carrying a baby for the three of us.)" You said and cuddled closer to her.

When you were asleep Alexia came over with Olga. They got all your favorite Cookies after Ona had texted them sehen you refused to let her leave.

"¿Cómo está mi hermana?(how is my sister doing?)" Alexia asked.

"Sus hormonas le están dando un momento difícil.(her hormones are giving her a hard time.)" Ona answered.

"Suena áspera!(sounds rough)"Olga stated.

"¡Lo es! ¡Pero ella está siendo tan valiente!(it is! but she is being so brave!)" Ona told your sister and Olga. Your Sisters girlfriend.

Onas phone went off right after she walked out your sister and Olga. It was Lucy.

"hey love. how is our our girl holding Up and how is the little one? Also how are you?" Lucy asked.

"Ella está llorando mucho. Sus emociones están por todas partes. Gracias a sus hormonas.(she is crying a lot. her emotions are all over the place. thanks to her hormones.)" Ona admitted.

"Ella estaba diciendo que la dejaste. No te preocupes, ahora está bien. No puede evitarlo.(she was saying you left her. don't worry it's fine now. she can't help it.)" Ona added.

"i will facetime her tonight." Lucy answered and frowned softly.

"Sin embargo, la bebé está bien.(the baby is fine though.)" Ona let her know.

"that's good! but i hate that she has to Go through this Rollercoaster of emotions!" Lucy answered. You shuffled out of the bedroom.

"is that Lucy?" You asked.

"¡Sí lo es, amor! (yes it is, love!) " Ona replied. You Walk over to Ona and put the Phone on speaker.

"hello Love. I miss you! But i am so proud of you!" You let her know.

"i miss you too! And i am very proud of you as well!" Lucy stated. Offering you a soft smile.

"god i love you two and bean so much!"you started crying again.

"oh no, gorgeous. Please stop crying. We love you so much as well." Lucy said, she felt quite helpless cause she was so far away from you to hug you. Thankfully Ona hugged you for her.

"Baby, Lucia is right. We Love you so very much but please stop crying. Stress isn't good for you." She told you. You breathed in and out slowly.

"look at my Girls!" Lucy replied, relieved that Ona managed to calm you down.

Lucy stayed in facetime until you were asleep again. Ona was holding you. You really were lucky to have two amazing girlfriends that cared about you so damn much.

[niniluvsainz]

the alchemy ☽ gr63

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in which... she turned him into gold, the most prized possession of hers that he will never let go.

george russell x fem!reader

warnings... cursing

faceclaim... emilia mernes

author’s note… my first ttpd fic!! i’ve rushed through this for sure, but i just wanted to get something out! there will absolutely be more to come in the near future!

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mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 2

i jut cant help myself chat

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 a

cw: nothing really! none of the photos used except the one below this is mine! all of them are from pinterest

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

Francesca or Fran is your OLDER daughter and Rubi is your YOUNGER daughter.

(in the tweets it was y/o/d which stood for your older daughter but i ultimately decided to name the kids just so it was a little easier for me! i don’t feel like changing the tweets so…)

-start-

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"mama!" fran called out as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. rubi was doing her homework at the counter as fernando and y/n cooked dinner- some seafood dish that smelled absolutely amazing. fran plopped herself down on the seat next to her younger sister and watched her parents. fernando turned to her from the stove and raised an eyebrow, "hm mami?" he asked her. the oldest daughter rolled her eyes, "papa, i wasn't talking to you" she sighed, fernando grinned, shaking his head, "mama and i are basically the same" he chimed, turning back to the stove, y/n chuckled and turned to fran "yes, mija?" she asked, smiling at her eldest, she was such an angel. fran pulled out her phone and showed her mother the tweet. y/n frowned, "no posts from mrs. alonso?" she read out, raising her eyebrow, "posts from what? why are they getting weaker? do you know this person?"

francesca sighed, "mama they want you to post on your instagram, thats what they mean."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "hmph, i didn't know people were waiting on me to post... fernando, did you know this?" fernando frowned himself, turning away from the stove once again, "no i didn't know this fact." he too, leaning forward to read the tweet on fran’s phone. he shrugged, "tal vez sea una señal (maybe its a sign)"

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y/nalonso Mi post en Instagram...😘😮

(translation: My post on Instagram)

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franalo14 everyone thank me!

user1 thank you fran user2 thank you fran user3 thank you fran user4 thank you fran user6, user6, user7, and 580 others have responded...

lance_stroll I MADE IT INTO THE FAMILY POSTS 🤩😍

y/nalonso Hello mijo, please come over...Rubi misses you...thank you...🙃🙃 lance_stroll sounds good...😨 user8 HELP SAVE LANCE NOW.

lewishamilton Thanks for the dinner invite! Amazing food 🙌🙌

fernandoalo_official Thank you Lewis😛 lewishamilton I wasn't talking to you 😅 fernandoalo_official Oh.......😫😥

claireannstroll Amazing photos sister...😘🥰 Come over tomorrow for lunch👯‍♀️👩‍🍳

y/nalonso Sounds like a plan, I will bring some wine Fernando got from Italy...May need to stay over! Can not drive drunk😂😂😂🍷😵 claireannstroll L.O.L!! Sounds risky...😎😏😹 user9 oh to be invited to the stroll alonso hangouts franalo14 @/user9, trust me you do not want to be invited.

fernandoalo_official So hot😫😍

fernandoalo_official No puedo dejar de pensar en ti...😏😲 (translation: I can't stop thinking about you)

fernandoalo_official Eres el postre perfecto para una cena romántica 😍😋 (translation: You’re the perfect dessert for a romantic dinner) <thank you to the anon that helped me translate this 💗> user10 why is nando replying to himself this cannot be real

y/nalonso Thank you husband😏🤪🥺

user11 MRS. ALONSO YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO THE COMMENT 😭 y/nalonso Oh...please do not cry at my mistake...I am very sorry😯😓💗 user11 @/y/nalonso wait mother im sorry 💔 user12 @/user11 shes a little confused but she got the spirit

chloestroll such a fun beach trip with you, aunt y/n! can't wait to see you again soon 💕💕

y/nalonso You must come soon...😉

user13 mother has blessed us again!

oscarpiastri mom said thanks for the recipe mrs. alonso

y/nalonso Please tell Nicole to come over again...Oscar... oscarpiastri 😦

logansargeant thank you for inviting riley and i for dinner 😁

y/nalonso Please come again soon, mijo... food will be hard to come by when you are unemployed logansargeant oh... 😨 riley_whittal HELP? user14 SHE VIOLATED LOGAN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

carlossainz55 ¡Qué bueno verte! (great seeing you!)

fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo te sientes? (how do you feel) carlossainz55 He arruinado mi vida. (i have ruined my life) fernandoalo_official 😬😬

maxverstappen1 P wants to see Rubi again!

y/nalonso Let us arrange a playdate. Rubi likes playing the Dressing game on Robux🎮🎮with P🫛I am in 🇲🇨on the 13-20th.Please text my number Max…

maxverstappen1 Yeah… sounds good 🤨😂

-fin-

my requests are open! if you want to see something special done w this series dont be afraid to ask :)

[writingdevil]

Oh lord you're activating my STP hyperfix again oughhh how dare you,,,

I come to you, you blacksmith of words, and offer you Stubborn and Paranoid,,, and then I scuttle away :3€

(A BLACKSMITH OF WORDS?? THAT'S SO NICE AND SUCH A COOL THING TO BE CALLED!! CAN I USE THAT??/j. I'm glad that I can infect other people with my hyperfixation, so that we can all be in these woods together. I wasn't sure whether you wanted this to be a ship or not so I left it up to interpretation. Anyway, enjoy!)

"Hello?"

Go away.

"Is anyone out here?"

Please leave. Please leave.

"Para? Are you here?"

They were following him. They were hurting him.

"Para?"

They were getting closer and closer and closer-

"Oi! There you are!"

Paranoid let a frightened yell out, scrambling out of the bush that he had been hiding behind.

The world spun, a dark and imposing blur in front of him, and Paranoid knew they were here to kill him, that's why they had been following him all day.

"Paranoid! It's me, Stubborn!"

Paranoid choked on a gasp, pressing himself against a tree as he struggled to control his fear and anxiety, having to blink many times before his vision focused again.

His eyes and throat stung, but he managed to focus enough on the voice before him to realise that yes, it was Stubborn in front of him. But that didn't make him feel better one bit.

"Para? What's going on?" Stubborn asked, annoyance on his face and in his voice. "You just freaked out and ran out into the woods. What's wrong?"

"Go- away," Paranoid gritted out, but Stubborn just crossed his arms and said, "Can't do that, especially when you've got everyone else worried about you."

A pang of guilt did come through Paranoid in that moment, before it was immediately overtaken by his fear.

What else was he supposed to do? Let those eyes follow him and lead him to danger? No. No, no, no, no- he was not going to die this way, not after everything he's been through.

Stubborn tried beckoning him forward. "Look, let's just go back inside where you can't hurt yourself even more."

Paranoid shook his head, curling up into a ball. "No. I can't."

Stubborn sighed in exasperation. "Why not?"

"Because they're in the house!"

Stubborn gave him a look that made a spark of fury ignite within him, looking at him as if Paranoid was the problem.

"There is nothing in the house-"

"Yes there is!" Paranoid exclaimed in protest, wrapping his arms around himself. "The eyes keep staring at me in there! I can't go back! I can't take them watching me!"

He needed a moment to try and get his breathing under control, all the while Stubborn was just standing there, giving him a frustrated and conflicted look.

Eventually, when Paranoid was sure that he could talk again, he lowered his gaze to look at his trembling hands, to try and ignore Stubborn's judgemental glare.

The silence would've been comforting, would've helped Paranoid clear his head, but with Stubborn here, that couldn't happen.

Stubborn let a heavy sigh out. "Look, I'm not leaving without you, so you need to listen to me. There are no fucking eyes in the house."

Paranoid whimpered, and he almost missed the wince that Stubborn made at that sound. Paranoid was on the verge of tears at this point. He hated this. He hated his feelings. He hated his mind.

He especially hated the way Stubborn was staring at him-with nothing but pity.

Stubborn continued, his gravelly voice as soft as he could make it, "You're just seeing things-"

But that broke the moment immediately.

"I am not seeing things!" he screamed in Stubborn's face, claws digging into his skin so hard that they were probably cutting him, but he didn't care. "I am not crazy! No matter how much you think I am!"

Stubborn genuinely looked taken aback at his outburst, face frozen in shock, but all Paranoid could focus on was trying not to cry in this moment, mumbling, "I'm not crazy," over and over again to himself.

That went on for so long that Paranoid was starting to believe that he had made Stubborn up as well, until he heard him sigh.

"...Sorry," Stubborn muttered, crouching down in front of Paranoid, and if Paranoid wasn't in the middle of a breakdown, he would've commented on the rare look of guilt on Stubborn's face.

"I'm still not planning on ditching you here. I still need to bring you home."

Paranoid whimpered,squeezing his eyes shut in the hopes of blocking out all the horror that constantly surrounds him. "But the eyes are in there."

"Then I'll protect you."

Paranoid froze, then opened his eyes.

Stubborn was holding his arms out to him, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "I'll make sure that nothing comes near you or hurts you. Everyone will be there to protect you as well in the house."

"Are you sure?" Paranoid asked, his body already leaning forward towards Stubborn's warm and inviting arms.

"Yeah," Stubborn assured with a nod of his head. "What? You think people like Hero and Hunted are gonna let anything bad happen to you?"

That was true. Despite the fear still consuming Paranoid's mind, he knew that that was real. His flock's love was real.

He cautiously looked into Stubborn's eyes- warm, and solid, a determined glint in them that slowly pierced through the fear within him, letting him know for a single moment-Stubborn was safe.

Paranoid took a deep breath, and then reached out towards Stubborn. Stubborn allowed Paranoid to move closer to him, right up until Paranoid's fingers grazed his wrist, and suddenly he let a shuddering gasp out and desperately crawled into Stubborn's arms, who had no problem with immediately scooping Paranoid up, holding him close to his chest.

"I've got you, I'm here," Stubborn whispered, hugging Paranoid protectively, putting a hand over the back of his head, and Paranoid shoved his face into Stubborn's chest, breathing in his comforting scent, feeling his trembling already lessen.

Stubborn stood there for a few minutes, just shushing and rocking Paranoid back and forth, until Paranoid felt all the tension leave his body, safe in Stubborn's arms.

"That's it, you're safe with me," Stubborn whispered, and then began the walk back home, and Paranoid sighed in relief, not feeling any eyes on him at all in that moment, not with Stubborn there to protect him.

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