#i hope so badly that she gets a happy ending cause she deserves it so much

[kdramacrybaby]

Though I hate to see her cry, I love that they did this scene with her mom. For most of the drama Dong-eun is shown as monotone and almost emotionless because she is so focused on revenge, but underneath it all she’s still just a scared girl with deep trauma.

They have done previous scenes where they’ve shown how nervous she does sometimes get (like throwing up that one time after facing a bully).

But seeing her heart just absolute break after her already trash mother shows her true colors again… it really showed she still had some tiny bit of love and hope that maybe, just maybe, her mom would side with her this time. But she didn’t.

And then she goes home where Yeo-jeong let’s her have her space but still quietly walks around so she still knows he’s there if she ever needs him 😭 I cryyy

[golden-moony]

king of my heart | pt. 3

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader

warnings: love triangle.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername I had days full of paella, sangría, incredible places, lots of Chili energy and fast cars🏎🔥 What more could I ask for? I'm leaving Barcelona with a giant smile on my face. ¡Nos vemos pronto, España! 🇪🇸❤️

user1 i'll tell my kids this was the queen of Spain

user2 she's the queen of everything tbh

user3 yncarlos friendship is so underrated yet so cute🥹

user4 THEY'RE ADORABLE user5 yncarlos deserve more appreciation fr user6 i meeeeean they would make a really cute couple👀 user7 user6 oh girl no, they are SO sibling coded

user8 4th slide really made me hungry ngl

carlossainz55 i'm just here to say that i was the one who convinced y/n to try paella and in the end she loved it, you're welcome (unlike other people who didn't even dare to try it)

user9 now that's what i call a smooth operation yourusername you were right but just this time🙈 user10 f1 driver, smooth operator, fashion icon and food connoisseur: carlos sainz jr everybody 🙌 user11 who's "other people"??? landonorris IT'S SEAFOOD, CARLOS. I WASN'T GONNA EAT IT. y'all did it on purpose 😒 user12 OMG LANDO LKASJKEDJKG user13 so carlos, lando and y/n were out together? oh we won💅 user14 user13 YNLANDO NATION WE'RE SO BACK

user15 you drop this 👑👑👑

elbaoward the prettiest 🤍

yourusername miss youuuu💖 user16 iconic queens user17 MY FAV SISTERS IN LAW🫶 user18 now THIS is the kind of interactions i wanna see

user19 so after trying to get with lando and then with pato, she's now going after carlos? 😂😂

user20 user19 there's a thing called "friendship", in case you've never heard of it user21 she wants to be a wag so badly it's embarrassing user22 i mean it's the only way she can be relevant so🤷

user23 PRECIOSA 😍😍

user24 hope you had a great time in Spain, queen. come back soon❤️

user25 can she stop going to the races? I swear to God whenever she's around, Lando does poorly.

user26 as an indycar fan, i don't want her around either 😩 user27 SHE BRINGS BAD LUCK FR user28 and what does that have to do with her? if Lando is underperforming then that's on him lol

user29 so pretty omg 😫

user30 bestie please share your skincare routine

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patriciooward camera roll lately📸

user1 we really lost another one, ladies 😢

user2 girl i wanna be sad but they're so cute it's impossible😭 user3 user2 THIS IS SUCH A MOOD user4 at least we know he's in good hands 🫡

user5 CAN YOU TWO ADOPT ME?

user6 i always knew he was boyfriend material omg

user7 boyfriend of the year fr 🔥 user8 bro's in love and so am i (of them)

yourusername 4th slide is my fav cause you can see the most perfect O'ward😍 and Pato by her side

elbaoward love u babe 😻 brettkimbro elbaoward excuse me? 🤨 patriciooward yourusername EXCUSE ME yourusername i said what i said 😛 user9 i want to be their friend so bad

user10 COUPLE GOALS

user11 lando could never. yn really went for an upgrade and she didn't disappoint💅

user12 what does lando has to do with any of this?? user13 omfg girl get over it user14 she went for lando's cheaper version* user15 ynpato fans are obsessed with Lando and it shows😂

user16 i screamed with 6th slide ngl

user17 yes they're cute but CAN WE TALK ABOUT PATO ON PODIUM? THAT'S MY BOYYY🥳

user18 he deserved that so much 🥹 user19 so happy for hiiiiiiiim 🥹 user20 this weekend we got a pato podium AND ynpato moments on live tv, we really won user21 and some people say that yn brings bad luck lol user22 user21 literal clowns

arrowmclaren successful on and off track🤩

user23 admin you're so real for this user24 ADMIN IS ONE OF US

user25 MOM AND DAD ARE SO PRETTY

user26 pato's ig is about to become a yn fanpage and i'm SO here for it

user27 i mean no one can blame him tbh user28 patriciooward c'mon bestie drop more pics don't be shy

user29 in his lover era 🫶

user30 yn and pato are both SO fine🔥 they're meant to be

user31 where can I find a man who'll post me like pato posts yn?😭

user32 yn really needs to share the secret

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yourusername Always a great time, Austria 🤍

user1 QUEEN WHERE WERE YOU?

user2 it was so strange not having your stories talking about the highlights of the race🥺 hope everything is okay

user3 something about this feels so off

user4 glad to see i wasn't the only one thinking this user5 i meaaaan she posts this 3 days after the race?? something definitely happened user6 this caption feels so empty compared to the ones she usually writes user7 i mean we knew something was going on when she didn't post her usual post-race ig stories user8 she suddenly disappearing and pato deleting all her pics from his ig… yeah i'm pretty sure they broke up

user9 is everything okay? 🥺 we love you no matter what, queen!

user10 pato, elba and felix doesn't follow yn anymore omg i think i'm about to freak out😢

user11 why comment this on her post? even if something happened is none of our business. user12 GIRL I'M PANICKING

lissiemackintosh gorgeous💖

user13 why is people so dramatic? maybe yn was just tired or busy or whathever, she doesn't have to be online everyday jesus christ

user14 THANK YOU. everyone's acting like yn doesn't have a personal life outside social media user15 say it louder girl!!!! 👏👏

user16 does anyone knows if we're gonna get a vlog this week?

user17 idk yn hasn't said anything about it user18 i really doubt it tbh

user19 so pato broke up with this clout chaser? glad he's smarter than what i thought

user20 proud of my mclaren boys for getting away from this "lady" user21 user20 now we just need to keep oscar away from this bitch. user22 this is such an unnecessary comment. user23 spread your hate somewhere else, you're not welcome here.

user24 if pato and yn really broke up i'm gonna be so sad 😭

user25 i really don't get all this comments. can we actually talk about how beautiful she is???

user26 RIGHT??? she always slays with her looks user27 sis we know she's pretty but we love drama

user28 y'all wdym she and pato already broke up???😂😂😂 that didn't last long huh

user29 so funny yet so real user30 i always said pato deserved better, glad he realized it too

user31 the comments on this post are disgusting. if you don't like her then ignore her and leave her alone.

user32 people are so childish🙄 user33 user32 people are just seeing her for what she really is and it was about time lol

user34 i never thought i'd be alive to witness yn's downfall but i'm READY FOR THIS 🍿🍿

hope y'all don't hate me too much for all of this lol but i wanted drama. next part (probably) will be the last! so see u there🤍

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[sirenlulls]

get him back! → theburntchip

pairing , theburntchip x youtuber!reader

summary , where, in lieu of yours and chip’s reconnection, fans find out how it happened, and just why you ended things in the first place.

part one (bad idea, right?)

oh, i wanna get him back! 'cause then again, i really miss him, and it makes me real sad

🔴 Y/n L/n Talks On Breakup, Reconnection, The Launch Of Her Brand, & More! FULL POD EP.77 -Saving Grace

join premiere!

LIVE CHAT !

user: stop i’m actually gonna cry ☹️☹️☹️

user: I KNEW THOSE TWITTER B WORDS WERE WRONG I KNEW THEY DIDNT END BADLY

user: that’s so lala land of them

user: “if i ever complained, i’d be the nagging girlfriend” NO BABY 😭😭😭😭

user: never thought i’d say it but i’m glad they broke up bcs if they hadn’t done it then, it would’ve been MESSY messy

user: off topic but can we please talk about how pretty she is :(

user: “if he ever complained about you, i would’ve given him a belting” YES GRACE 👏👏👏

user: WHY DIDNT WE GET Y/N ON HERE SOONER OMGGGGGG I LOVE THIS DUO SM

user: Sending love from Brazil! XX 🇧🇷🇧🇷❤️❤️

user: stop that’s so sad ☹️

user: she’s so real for the anxiety thing

LIVE CHAT !

user: i feel like i’m watching a tv show

user: “i don’t want to lose this again” and when i start sobbing????

user: ok but is the dick game good

user: HE SWIPED UP ON A COSTA TOASTIE ☠️

user: nah he’s down BAD me too but like 😭

user: he def would’ve thrown a temper tantrum if she didn’t respond

user: grace booing is so real i wanted a kissing in the rain screaming ‘i love you’ confession

user: her smile when she said she’s happy now man they’re literally my parents ☹️

user: Love you both X ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

user: the world is healing

user: NAH MAN SWEAR THATS CHIPS BOICE COMING IN NOW

LIVE CHAT !

user: i’m actually gonna cry i missed them sm ☹️😭

user: the camera switching to her looking at him with heart eyes after calling him a bellend is so funny GET HER ASS 👏

user: chip is the new an*rew t*te 🙏

user: oh how i missed him calling her lady and missus

user: he’s the leader of the sassy man epidemic oh lord

user: OMG I FORGOT WHEN SHE YSED TO GO ON COFFEE DATES WITH HIS MUM

user: leave my girl and her spotify playlists alone

user: this has literally made my year

user: just in time for y/n’s fall vids

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yourusername mum! mum! i made it! i’m on saving grace!!!!!! (and i figured i deserved at least one pic of chip from the launch x)

user that episode was the funniest thing ever i can’t even i nearly pissed myself when grace pretended to spank u with the paddle 😭😭😭

user mother ur so gorg i’m speechless

user you know the content is gonna slap when y/n l/n is there

user im so obsessed with u pls

user CAL AND CHIP AT THE FUNCTION SIR 👏🙇‍♀️

user best video in youtube history methinks

gkbarry_ loved having you on babe, even if the boss man gatecrashed 🫶❤️

yourusername he doesn’t like feeling left out smh

theburntchip oh alright then

max_balegde ICONIC!!!!!!

user MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user i hope you know that twt is in flames rn

user i gen teared up a bit when you talked about the breakup 🥹

user icons only

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yourusername self representing by wearing @ ynapparel the past (and every) week 😩🤭 featuring the love of my life & chip ig…

theburntchip wow alright

theburntchip i thought you were a g 😔

yourusername oops sorry babe

theburntchip we’re over smh

yourusername oh no… what a shame ☹️ anyway… hot girl winter!!!!!!

theburntchip the fits are fire though 😮‍💨

yourusername as always x

user EATING SLAYING DEVOURING

user OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

user forever obsessed with u

user graduated from cuntingtion university with an phd in slaying

nellarose love you bae x

calfreezy chip looking dashing as per usual

theburntchip aye thank you brotha

nellarose AYYYY LOOKING SEXY 🔥🔥🔥🔥

yourusername ALL YOU BABY 💋💋💋

ynapparel looking good and dressed to kill 😉😇🩷

user face card NEVER declines

lissiemackintosh this barbie is my mother

user ur so real lissie

faithlouisak doll 🤩

alice_hez 😍🔥🖤

user WHATS THE SQUARE ROOT OF 64?????

user angel girl 🤍

centralcee 😮‍💨🔥🔥🔥🔥

user NAHHH HES BRAVE COMMENTING ON THE POST W HER BOYFRIEND

user CENCH GET OUTTA HERE MAN

user SIRENSIRENSIREN Y/N BABY RUN!!!!!

user OH??????

user wait am i missing smth why are we freaking out

user @ user cench has always been lowk flirting with y/n, like she interviewed him at some event last yr and he was being so flirty and obviously she was giving him blank wall back BUT when her and chip broke up he got even WORSE like man was always in her comments tryna chat her up and she entertained it a lil but now the bitch is back and he’s bold

user NAH MAN GTFO WE JUST GOT CHIP BACK IN THE PICTURE WE CANT HAVE U RUINING THAT

theburntchip just posted to their story

[v3nusxsky]

prompt ^ i hope you like it

Use me 18+

*Authors note~ this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now but here we go*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink angry sex (using for pleasure🤤) dirty talk, praise degrading shifted dick dom Larissa sub r cum kink if you squint facial face fucking slight anal?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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Wednesday Addams had a lot to answer for these days, and stressing your wife out was one of them.  You knew today was a particularly bad day for Larissa, having to deal with Rowans family and the Sheriff plus the board. You instantly came up with an idea to hopefully soothe some of her stress.

Your classes finished earlier than normal so you headed back to the room to adorn one of your more revealing outfits that drove Larissa absolutely insane. Once you were satisfied with your appearance you made your way her office where she would undoubtedly be slaving away behind her laptop.

You were right, so much so your wife didn't even realise you had slipped into her office and laid yourself on her sofa. You found it amusing for a few minutes before you murmured "Hi Rissa" which caused your wife to briefly smile in your direction before an email pinged to her laptop, the frustration from the day returning from the day. Before she even realised she was ranting about the stupid email from the board doubting her ability to lead Nevermore. The cheek of it. Did they not know what she had done for the Academy?

You couldn't help but be drawn how she moved her hands and fingers to exaggerate her point. Truly, she wasn't even aware she was doing it. But you couldn't help but be turned on, the things those hands have done, the highs they have brought you too. The mere sight of them causing your core to throb with need. Keeping your eyes trained on your wife, you managed to slip out of your underwear, having to stifle a gasp as the cool air hit your centre.

Larissa had no clue what you were doing, she continued to rant about the stress she was under and how unappreciated she felt which caused a sinful idea to pop into your mind. You stood up and approached your still clueless and ranting wife. You guided her flapping hand to hold your waist looking up at her with an intense look, nodding along to what she was saying. Admittedly, you had no clue what you were nodding for you just knew you wanted to destress your wife. She didn't deserve to be treated in such a manner. By moving her hand she stole a glance of your outfit which instantly had her mouth go dry. You're too damn sexy for your own good and she'd totally be having appropriate thoughts of you when she was calmer.

You caught her eyes devouring your outfit which caused you to guide her hand under your skirt and to your ass cheeks. You knew she'd feel the flesh instead of panties which of course Larissa did. Nothing would get past her. You stood on your tip toes and whispered, "Use me mommy, take all that anger out on me, use me and fuck me hard so you forget all the stress. I'm your personal stress ball mommy!"  Her slender fingers grabbed handfuls of your ass as she hoisted you up to her waist, your legs instantly locking around her hips. "Oh you filthy little slut" she purred into your neck before kissing, sucking and nipping at the smooth sensitive skin there.

You some how ended up in your bedroom, do you remember how? No. But you do remember how dizzying it was to have her lips marking up your neck, claiming you as hers. Larissa wasted no time in shredding your clothing, promising to replace it as she tore her own clothing off to revel a happy accident. "Mommy?" You whimpered upon seeing her impressive length. "Darling see how badly I need you I lost control of my ability I need you that bad. See how hard you make me?" Her teasing was turning you on more, to know you caused it.

"Dirty girl for mommy, how bout you get on your knees and put that whorish mouth to some use?" You knew the question was rhetorical but you happily got onto your knees and licked your lips in anticipation for her to finally be in your mouth. Teasing her slightly, you licked the underside of her impressive cock. You took the bulbous head into your mouths which caused a pleased moan to tumble from the older woman, "fuck take it all you whore."

You did just that, not that she gave you much of a choice, instantly began to thrust her entire length down your tight throat, "good girl, fucking slut for mommy. That's right keep gagging on my dick like a good little cock slut for your mommy." The praised mixed in with the degrading words was causing slick to drip down your thighs, normally Larissa was a gentle lover but tonight, she was not holding back, using you how she deemed fit. You were nothing but holes for her to use and abuse.

Her brutal pace mixed with her moans and your gagging was throwing her face first toward the edge of bliss and she wasn't going to stop till she got it. But you thought she'd give you your salty treat for all your effort but no. She was about ready to burst when she slipped from your warm wet hole and began to jerk herself off, "tongue slut" was your only instruction. Doing as your told Larissa came all over you tongue and face. Her cum dripping down your face as you smiled happily, "thank you mommy."

"You're such a good little fuck toy for mommy, letting me use you how I desire, now on all fours darling" she demanded and you followed instantly only to be filled with her semi hard dick. A few smacks to your ass which allowed her to see the jiggle she caused with each smack, her cock soon began to harden within your walls. "Oh mommy fuck you're so big" you mewled finally feeling her ready to move within you.

Once again her pace was brutal, she really was fucking away her anger and frustration on you. You had no complaints, it was extremely pleasurable and you couldn't help but beg for more harder, faster , deeper just more of her cock. Soon all that filled the bedroom was your joint moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt her finger teasing as your back hole. Not enough to do much but enough to stimulate it slightly. "Do you like it when mommy stimulates your asshole baby?" You couldn't find the words to answer her right now. This wasn't something you ever thought you'd enjoy but now, with her dick deep inside of you while her index finger teased the puckered hole you we're questioning it. A harsh smack to your arse cheek had confrontation tumbling from your lips, "yes! Mommy yes I did!"

Feeling Larissa Weems cumming into your awaiting cunt was something like nothing else you'd ever felt before, and that's what caused you to cum with a cry. Your orgasm seeming to have a newfound strength as you screamed for her. Only when you were whimpering no more and trying to squirm away did Larissa let up her abuse on your body, "you did so well for me darlin, so so well thank you for helping mommy feel so so good" her praise mixed with your sleepiness had you falling into a sex induced slumber, Larissa cleaned up before following suit. The stress of her stressful day finally depleted thanks to her lovely generous wife.

Word count~ 1590

[fuckmymunson]

🪦 𝐍𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭

No. 38

Regulus Black x reader

James used the reader to make lily jealous without realizing how much he had until he saw hiw much regulus had when she was with regulus. Sorry if that doesnt make sense but you dont have to use that idea if you dont want to

It's a really good idea! Hope you like it <3.

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

Your first love wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

Crying next to the black lake, knees pressed against your chest, hiding from the world. You sobbed, whipping the tears away, feeling your heart aching with pain and melancholy.

“Excuse me.” You raised your eyes, looking at the green and silver handkerchief that was being offered at you by a pale hand. “Um, sorry for bothering you.” Regulus looked away when you took the piece of fabric, giving you proper privacy to compose yourself. 

“Thank you.” You talked in a low voice, your fingers tracing the patterns of silver snakes in the cloth. “It’s okay.”

“Can I sit with you?” He asked. A question that caught you off guard. You blinked a few times, nodding cautiously. He kept a reasonable distance and kept his eyes off you. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, so the whole school knew by now. “Well, don’t be.” The bitter sensation of your poor broken heart was heavy against your ribcage. “I suppose I deserve it for dating someone like him. I’m such an idiot—”

“Don’t” Regulus interrupted you. “If there’s an idiot, it’s him, not you.” His grey eyes were fixated on the lake, but you could see their frustration. “That Evans girl is nothing compared to you.”

Perhaps his words were a bit harsh, but, something about them made your stomach flutter. 

Regulus walked next to you through the whole process, getting over your first love wasn’t easy, but with him? It was less painful. Curious students glanced in your way whenever you two wandered around the castle, laughing and joking, always with a smile on your faces. He invited you numerous times to Hogsmeade, buying you candy and butterbeer, making you feel like the world was less heavy after a heartbreak. 

You opened your heart, and he did the same, and, before you could realize it, you were head over heels for him. Charmed by his affectionate manners, his lovely smile, and in love with the way he treated you as if you were his whole world. You glowed next to him, like a big, bright sun. Regulus held your hand, despite the gossiping, everyone could see from a mile around how happy you were, and how happy he was. 

His love felt like your first time over again. 

“Why you didn’t talk to me before?” You asked him one night, sitting next to him in the astronomy tower, eating chocolate frogs, after he confessed the never-ending crush he had on you, the very first moment he met you. 

“Well, you were with James.” He sighed, holding your hand. “All I wanted was for you to be happy. So, I pushed away my feelings, even if it killed me how much I wanted to be the one holding you.” 

“Well, you are the one who’s holding me.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you, starshine.”

That weekend, you walked around Hogsmeade, holding his hand tightly, smiling and laughing next to him. Regulus wrapped you in a big hug, causing you to stumble with your own feet, dragging him with you. You both fell into a big pile of snow, a giggling, blushed mess. Winter was your favourite season, stealing his coats and sweaters, cuddling with him next to the fire, and drinking endless amounts of hot cocoa. Regulus and you were too caught up in a little snow fight, to notice the two pairs of eyes watching you from the distance.

James sighed, rubbing his face. From the very first moment he heard about you and Regulus, he thought it was a joke, a badly done revenge towards him for using you just to make Lily jealous. But, the longer the rumours took place, James started to believe you were actually dating Regulus. 

He saw you smiling, sitting next to Regulus in the Great Hall, surrounded by his friends, glowing like a goddess. He saw you at his quidditch match, but not wearing red and gold, but green and silver, shouting encouraging words towards your boyfriend, Regulus. He saw you kissing him in the morning before walking to class, he saw the way he held you, lovingly, passionately, and he cursed himself every single day for taking your love for granted.

“I still can’t believe it,” James muttered bitterly, crossing his arms. “I’m a fucking idiot.” He missed the way you worried about him, how you always were there for him, seeking his love, his arms, begging for his attention. He wanted to be him, the one who got to see your warm smile, the one who made you happy. 

He had it and he blew it, in the worst way possible.

In the end, he realized he didn’t even like Lily that much.

“Let’s go, Moony and Wormtail are waiting for us,” Sirius spoke, diverting his gaze from the happy couple. 

He felt troubled, on one hand, he tried to sympathize with his best friend, who was in love with a girl he let go so stupidly, on the other, he tried to be happy for his little brother, who deserve love after all he had been through back at home. He agreed with James, he was a full-time idiot for using you like that, and he was now paying the consequences.

“All I want is for her to be happy.” James sighed, looking at how Regulus grabbed your hand, kissing your glove and then your lips. You looked so in love, did you ever look at him that way?

“I love you,” Regulus said against your lips, kissing them repeatedly. 

“I love you, darling.” You replied, returning every kiss.

This really felt like your first love over again, and this time, it felt eternal.

[kumabeom]

anti romantic

chapter 19 : this thing was a masterpiece ‘til you tore it all apart

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

warnings: cuss words, angst, yeonjun seeming like the bad guy but he’s not :(( i need someone to give jun a hug :(( OH also a mention of committing suicide in one of the tweets..

pink cherry-like leaves fell from the trees, slight spring breeze shaking them off the tree branches, decorating the sidewalk. the sun beginning to set, hiding behind a few clouds, the moon made its presence known. there were certainties in the world: when spring arrived, more flowers bloomed, while others died because they weren’t in season.. when the sun were to rise, the daylight would soon enough lose its shine and be covered the by the moon.

and maybe another certainty, was that you were meant to lose yeonjun.

with everything that yoojung had already tried to do to get the two of you to split up, well it was inevitable. the sad thing was that you were so willing to sacrifice your own mental being to stay with yeonjun, and that wasn’t right. whereas yeonjun was willing to give up his relationship with you to ensure your happiness.. but why was that also not right ? it was the right thing to do, but yeonjun had made such a huge impact in your life that.. well you couldn’t lose him, especially not to yoojung, who had already caused so much harm on his life.

although, you knew. you knew that this little “cheating” scandal was just supposed to act as a way to get you and yeonjun to tussle over it. so if you knew that this was probably apart of yoojung’s whole plan to get you and yeonjun to break up, why did it hurt so much. to be fair, yeonjun’s lips were very much placed on someone else’s.

the boy in the picture was him.

and yoojung just so happened to be the one receiving the kiss.

it hurt. it hurt so badly.

the two of you promised to treat each other so well. to love each other a way that no one else has ever showed the two of you. a love so sweet and powerful that it was bound to stick along forever.

that’s what you planned with yeonjun.

a future so loving and adoring that the only people you would need in your life was each other.

a future where all you needed was to tell each other that you loved one another, and end each day off with cuddles.

so here you were as your head lied on soobin’s shoulder, tiny crystal-like tears escaping your eyes. the tv displaying a random rom-com, but each rom-com came with its unfortunate climax, where the main characters would learn something about the other causing them to call it off.

you never believed life would ever be like a rom-com, after all they were fictional stories that were being told to place hope in its audience or just to get a good giggle out of the viewer. but here you were, planning a movie-like future with yeonjun while facing the many obstacles that it would take to overcome any problems and show yeonjun just how much you truly loved him.

you felt soobin tense up, feeling like maybe it was making you uncomfortable… and it was, but after all you were the one who chose the movie, even after soobin recommended a ton of different action, disney movies.

soobin hated this entire situation, he hated yeonjun.. well maybe he didn’t hate hate him.but he definitely didn’t like him as much as he did before. he for sure did hate yoojung, who was she to try to destroy your relationship. the blame was all on her, she’s the one who cheated on yeonjun so why did you and yeonjun deserve to suffer over an option that she made.

soobin hated one thing the most : seeing you cry.

you were such a warm-hearted person, crying did not look good on you at all. there were times when soobin would come off a bit cold, and you were always volunteering to stay by his side. even a few months ago when beomgyu accidentally rejected soobin, you were there immediately after finding out what happened.

soobin recalled back to his childhood. the way that not all the kids in his neighborhood liked him, specifically because his name was always used as a comparison to the other kids. their mothers always making comments like “you should’ve done better, i heard soobin made a 110.” and while your grades weren’t always perfect, they were close, but even your own mother compared you to soobin, you were always there for him.

soobin remembers one time when he was walking out to get groceries, seeing a bundle of kids in the playground. they were all surrounding you, they continuously attempted to talk behind his back, not knowing that he was right there. however; you happened to shut down each insult, talking about how he isn’t a bad guy, and how it’s rude for them to talk behind his back. he remembers the way that you walked up to him, catching his presence. gifting him your presence to his way to the convenience store. as he asked why you were so adamant on not allowing others to talk bad about him. recalling your words, “well because it’s simply just rude, not only that but you work so hard to get such good grades and it’s not fair that they look down on you just because you do well. you’re not even a bad guy, you’re quite lovely.”

he knew what other kids said about him everyday, even if you tried to cover it up from him. he appreciated the thought. and since then, you two were like peas in a pod. never separating, only having each other to protect yourselves from the cruel, harsh world.

so here he was, his ears catching the noise of a few sniffles that originated from your nose. he leaned forward a bit, not wanting to move you too much. he grabbed a few tissues, passing them onto you. you showed him a soft yet sad smile, trying to hide your sadness.

“yah, don’t try to force yourself to seem happy, let it all out yn.. you deserve that atleast-“

soobin was cut off by a knock at the door, looking over at you. “i’ll get it, soob, don’t worry..” you removed your head off his shoulder, getting up. you slipped on a pair of black slippers that soobin brought.

your legs guided you towards the door. your hand twisting the knob, opening the door only to spot a tense-looking yeonjun.

“h-hey…” you greeted, your body still blocking the path to enter your apartment.

“do you have someone over ?” he asked, taking a peek at his watch, noticing as time passed.

“just soobin..” you mumbled, watching as yeonjun seemed to be in a rush. and in all honestly it hurt you, he couldn’t spare you a bit of time even after such an intense picture was revealed to you and nearly 18 thousand people ?

“oh.. well do you have time to talk, it’ll be quick.” yeonjun questioned. in all honesty he was in pain too, he hated coming off too coldly towards you. after everything that has happened, he just wanted to wrap you in his arms and tell you that it was all going to be okay. he wanted to press small kisses all over your face and tell you that you’re the only one he’s ever wanted. he wanted to tell you about how you changed him, how you made him into such a loving being. but here he was, about to hurt you even more. he hated this. he hated your red swollen eyes, your nose was also red, looking down to your hand seeing the tissue that you grasped. it broke his heart, he didn’t want to ever see you in such a state of vulnerability, you didn’t deserve that.. you only deserved all the happiness in the world.

“umm.. yeah-“

“lets break up.”

you looked at him, wide eyes open. eyes tearing up, your mouth open. before you composed yourself, eyes still shiny with tears, looking at him with still a bit of shock on your face.

“y-yeonjun you’re not being serious, right ? i know that picture wasn’t as it seemed.. it was all yoojung and karina’s doing right ! i don’t hate you over those pictures yeonjun ! i know that it’s all just to get us to brea-“

“yn.. i’m being serious, it was me in those pictures. karina had nothing to do with it, it was just me and yoojung. yn, i just- i don’t love you.” yeonjun tried his best to avoid your eyes, his voice nearly cracking from delivering those words to you.

yeonjun regretted this so much, but it was better for you, it was better for you to stay happy without him. he needed to protect you.. he had no idea what yoojung would do to hurt you.

he continued to avoid your eyes, seeing the way that they were tearing up, he knew you were holding it back. all he wanted to do was to hug you, tell you that it’s all because of yoojung. tell you that it was all because yoojung is threatening your mental being and your relationship. but he couldn’t, he wanted to, but it was best if you hated him, rather than trying to change his mind. he knew that you would rather go through so much pain to stay with him.

soobin got up from the couch, only hearing the last few words that yeonjun said to you. he made his way to the door way, eying yeonjun from head to toe.

“leave.” soobin said, backing you away from the door. he knew he was about to make a few remarks towards yeonjun and he didn’t want you to be there for that. he didn’t want you to see him fighting with the person who you adored for such a long time.

“yah, soobin, this has nothing to do with you.”

“it does, yn is my best friend, and if you’re going to be so fucking rude while breaking up with them, then i’m going to get involved. did you expect me to just stand there while you hurt my friend.. they did their best to make you happy, yn helped you recover from a breakup, and yet here you are.. you’re no different than yoojung. so leave. what is it about cheating that makes the two of you feel so fulfilled ? and you can’t even say that you lacked gaining affection, because yn gave you more than enough of affection..”

yeonjun’s heart crumpled from soobin’s words, ‘you’re no different than yoojung.’ he didn’t like that, he didn’t want to be like yoojung.. he never wanted to be compared to yoojung.

soobin pushed yeonjun’s shoulder with two fingers, ignoring anything that you were saying to him.

“leave and never come back.” soobin yelled, slamming the door shut and locking it. looking over to see your crying figure. pulling you into a hug, his hand on the back of your head, as if you could get any closer. he felt the wet patch growing on his tee. he didn’t mind though, that was the least of his worries. he just wanted you to feel okay.

“don’t listen to anything that he said, i know that i kinda pushed it too far. but.. im sure he did love you, i took a psychology class, remember ? that means i know all about body language..” soobin claimed, hoping to at least get a little giggle out of you. which worked, he felt you laugh against his chest. you pulled away from his embrace, wiping off your tears aggressively.

“lets finish the movie !” you exclaimed, tears still rolling down your face and a pout still visible on your lips. but soobin loved that you were trying your best to recover.

whereas, yeonjun walked through the city, the night sky engulfing him as he walked without a destination. he scanned the crowd, seeing a few familiar faces from his dance students, smiles plastered on their faces. but yeonjun continued walking, not stopping to say hello. his throat felt clogged, and his eyes felt teary, but he was holding it all in. he took a seat on a bench, wired headphones in his ears, attempting to distract him.. but in reality it only made things worse as he could only think of the situation.. he wanted to full on bawl, but he didn’t want to go home to taehyun…

©️soobpricity

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an: bro i literally cried while writing… i was listening to so much sad music to set the atmosphere but bro… don’t listen to sad music while reading this. also someone pls hug junnie he needs it… also yn trying to stay positive near soobin bc they don’t want soobin to know how much they’re hurting… but soobin knows :((( ALSO NING NING SPEAKING THE TRUTH !!

[queerly-done]

So my opinions on all the Dead Boy Detective/DBDA Characters

All of these are opinions as someone who has watched the show a few times now and also the Doom Patrol episode and I’ll give my opinions on the Doom Patrol versions at the end.

Spoilers for Dead Boy Detectives Show. And Doom Patrol season 3 ep. 3 and that episode alone

Charles Rowland

- Charles is such a sweetheart I love him. He’s always looking out for his friends and literally went to hell for Edwin, and kicked the Night Nurse for him. I just love him so much.

- I felt so bad for him in episode one when he says his dad, “wasn’t the nicest guy,” and in episode three when we see him break being forced to see a father k!ll his family over. I was actually crying with him saying he doesn’t “want to be a bad guy”! It broke me so badly, the abuse he went through and the fear he’ll become like his abusers is a very real thing and to see a character go through that makes the story feel more real, and makes me more sad. He could use some therapy.

- Him being the “brawn” of the team is pretty funny to me but thats most because if you watch the cast interactions you’ll see what I mean.

- All in all, I love him. He is loving, protective, loyal and has golden retriever with attachment issues energy mixed with scary dog privilege but the dog isn’t scary unless provoked.

Edwin Paine/Payne

- Adorable, get him some therapy please! He needs it! Man was so repressed for the first part of this show I thought I’d die before he confessed. But I don’t blame him honestly, his death was traumatic and being called a “Mary Ann” whilst being sacrificed likely would put a bad taste in your mouth about the idea of you being queer in any way shape or form. I am so proud of him good job!

- Honestly he just makes me so happy, and I love how he interacts with everyone and grows!

Crystal Palace

- I love her she is so bad ass and I hope wish the best for her

- She needs better taste in men, my suggestion date women

- I want to see a little more of her Nepo baby side of her past cause clearly that was a thing

Niko Sasaki

- Sweetie! I miss her! She was the only other person other than Charles to get Edwin out of his shell and it hurts me so much to see her be gone. Her death will forever haunt me.

Cat King

- I love him so much, he is my favourite kind of not evil but not good guy the kind that plays a game with people by flirting! Ahhh I love him! I don’t love that he falls for Edwin(I’ll make a separate post on this issue)

- Anywho I still love him he gives off chaotic gender neutral vibes and the song Sex With a Ghost was made for him, I just love him!

Monty the Crow

- Monty I love you but don’t kiss people without consent!

- Honestly he was very important, and sweet he didn’t deserve all the pain he’s been through, may better things come his way.

Jenny the Butcher

- Badass. I love everything about her. Her style, the way she gives advice, yes I just love her so much. I want to see more of her.

- Her episode made me so sad for her ;-;

Esther Finch

- Honestly I love her as a villain she was so evil, and a genuine threat. She is also so hot and scary I just love her.

David the Demon

- A creep I didn’t like him, I don’t know what else you want?

Doom Patrol versions!

Charles Rowland

- He was so funny in this, I loved him. I love how the show conveyed a mutual interest from him to Edwin they are both just too dense to say anything about it. I also love that it seems the only thing he knows about America is that they like baseball.

- They did have to go off and hurt me with the fear of water scene, but he was so sweet protecting Edwin from the Night Nurse(who in this is just 10 times scarier)

Edwin Paine

- Him not getting anything about modern times and brushing off his feelings for Edwin was so well done! I love how he tells Larry he “isn’t like him” saying he isn’t queer and that if he were that would be bad, he says this all in a very rude and brash tone and then proceeds to comfort Charles in the nicest to he is capable of.

- Beautiful 10/10

Crystal Palace

- Boss ass Bitch, girl boss. 8/10 I love her but no real opinions yet that is I may go back one day and edit this for her

I hope you liked this dumb post :3

[winterchildd]

"My heart is split in half..."

Title: My heart is split in half...

Word Count: 1,663

Pairing: Kili x fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tears, a little angry reader, sad reader and sad Kili, fluff, fluff, fluff, happy ending *w*

Request: Nop, I wrote this during my last influence to cheer me up a little, 'cause I was really in a bad mood, hopefully it will cheer you guys up too😚

Author's note: Don't have much to say about it to be honest, I just wanted it to be something simple, something sweet whit a little bit of angst and a lot of fluff to cheer up whoever needed it, plus Kili is the swetest of boys, we all deserve our little moment whit him 😗💕

Hope you guys will like it, and please always remember to take care of yourselves, your mental health matter as much as your physical health

Love you guys🌻

Masterlist

Y/N snorted throwing a disappointed look in Kili's direction, at the disgusted grimace that had taken place on his face as soon as he had swallowed the first bite of the stew she had prepared for dinner that evening, and that still, even though both had practically pretended to eat, made no sign of wanting to leave his lips. Absurd, she thought, looking at him grimly, she had spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen taking care of that stew, preparing it as he liked, following the recipe that Dìs had kindly passed her, she had taken care of every little detail, tasted constantly to be sure of the flavor, that she hadn't overdone the spices, and after all that effort she thought she deserved something more than a couple of tight smiles and grimaces full of disgust.

"Kili ..." she suddenly called him back, letting the spoon slip into her plate with an unnerved sigh, among what still remained of her meal, unable to bear that situation any longer

"I know I'm not the best cook in the world" she sighed again, finally drawing his attention to herself "That what I prepare for you has nothing to do with your mother's cooking, but this stew doesn't seem so terrible to me" she said nervously tasting another bite and throwing the spoon back into the bowl, this time badly "Not so much as to deserve that disgusted expression, not after all the time I wasted preparing it!" she spat angrily at him crossing her arms to her chest while as if to emphasize the anger that was boiling in her veins, she started rocking in her chair manteining balance with her heels.

"It's not the stew ..." Kili muttered with difficulty in a hoarse, almost dry voice, looking at her confused and a little incredulous, as if he didn't expect a similar reaction, not from her, not after the months in which, due to his work in the Blue Mountains, they had not been able to see each other, not when they were about to say goodbye again and for much longer "That's delicious, as always" he mumbled again, letting out a couple of coughs as he barely maneged to swallow up a sip of water "It's my throat" he resumed then massaging his neck with a grimace full of pain and discomfort "It hurts and…"

"And you struggle to swallow ...!" Y/N finished for him with wide eyes, inevitably feeling a fool for having yelled at him in that way and for such a stupid reason. Kili didn't answer her, at least not whit his voice, he just stretched his lips into a thin smile, nod his head and mimic a simple "I'm sorry" with his lips.

"No" Y/N replied immediately, waving her hands in front of her face in horror as she sat back down with embarrassment, with her hands placed on the table and her feet firmly planted on the ground "You don't have to apologize" she said getting up from her seat to reach him at the other side of the table

"I'm the one who has to apologize, I yelled at you for no reason" she continued "I wanted this dinner to be perfect, I wanted to welcome you with something special after all these weeks of distance, to make you feel at home before your leaving for Erebor, and the thought of having ruined everything has made me nervous, forgive me my love..." she added, looking down with embarrassment at the tip of her toes while with apprehension and a delicacy that, at that moment, to kili seemed from another world, she placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature

"It doesn't matter" Kili replied, narrowing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief as soon as Y/N's cool hand was on his forehead.

"You have a fever ..." Y/N mumbled with concern and surprise, throwing her hand away from his forehead, almost as if she had burned herself. A little annoyed, he wished he could have enjoied the pleasant coolness of her hand for a little longer, Kili let out a grunt.

"You need rest" Y/N told him, gently pulling away his hair from his sweaty forehead

"No" Kili mumbled in response, shaking his head "I don't feel like it" he added grabbing her hand and starting to absently fiddle with her fingers before leaving her a series of small kisses on the knuckles made rough by the years of work behind her. Y/N giggled shaking her head with feigned exasperation, softened and amused at the same time by the little pout that had curled his lips and that more than a fearsome dwarven warrior made him look like a capricious little child.

"You're sick" she told him "And in a couple of weeks you'll have to leave with your uncle for Erebor, if you don't take care of your cold now it will turn into something more serious, you risk to not being able to take part in the expedition" she pointed out then, passing with distraction and a sort of melancholy her hand in his hair, pausing for a few moments on the thin braid that dangled near his neck, identical to the one she too was hiding in her hair and which symbolized their story, the promise of a life together

"Erebor is your dream" she suddenly resumed, emerging from the trance in which she had fallen "It always has been" she said, decisively and melancholy intertwining her gaze with his "You can't put it at risk for such a stupid thing"

"I know ..." Kili sighed wile grabbing her softly by the waist, pulling her close to him "But at the moment my heart is split in half ..." he said, returning her gaze with lucid eyes, red and swollen with tears that were waiting for nothing but to streak his tanned face “I don't want to leave you…. Not for this long… ” he finally confessed to her with a strangled sob, sinking his face against her chest, holding her to him as if he didn't want to let her go. Struck by his words, with her heart thigt in a grip of pain mixed with despair and something similar, but much more melancholy than happiness, Y/N hugged him, kissing his head with affection while finally, just like him who had collapsed as soon as he had hided his face in the soft folds of her shirt, she allowed herself to shed all those tears she had forced herself to hold back in those days, in a desperate attempt to be strong and not let herself be devoured by despair.

What worried them, what anguished them so much, was not the thought of not being able to bear the distance that would separate them - both, for work, had always traveled a lot and for long periods - but the awareness that this time, unlike the others, they did not have the security that they could see each other again, that they could hug each other again and keep the promise that they had made to eachother. Erebor was a long way off, and the road to it was studded with dangers, dangers that no matter how skilled they might be in combat, none of Thorin's company was sure they could overcome. The thought of Smaug then, of his violence, of his wickedness, gave her chills, and yet, despite this, aware that those who were about to live could have been their last days together, as much as she really wanted to be selfish and begging him to stay safe next to her, Y/N did not feel like asking him to give up what had been his dream since childhood.

"I don't want you to leave ..." she suddenly said through tears, breaking the silence that had surrounded them with her own voice "I'm afraid that something could happen to you, I'm afraid of never seeing you again" she added moving away from him just enough to be able to look into his eyes, gently grasping his face in her hands "But I can't ask you to give up everything for me. You never did such thing whit me, you have always let me free to follow my heart" she continued, wiping the tears from under his eyes "I want to do the same for you, I want you to feel free to follow your heart, to fight for what you believe in" she finished, giving him a sad but equally sure smile.

"Thank you ..." Kili answered gently caressing her face "Thank you" he repeated again holding her close to him "Thank you for the freedom you leave me, for the understanding you show me and for your support" he said while his eyes turned lucid again for the emotion he was feeling "I'll come back" he resumed then looking at her with decision "I'll come back to you and we will get married, we will live the life we have always dreamed of and then there will be nothing to divide us" he promised, giving her a radiant smile full of hope.

"I believe you" Y/N replied smiling at him through her tears "I know you will come back to me" she added again drying her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, letting out a little tremulous laugh "But now come and rest" she continued happily kissing his forehead "You have to rest to recover, otherwise the disease will prevent you from leaving" she giggled, holding out her hands and beckoning him to follow her.

This time, unlike the previous one, Kili did not protest, he firmly grabbed her hands and, staggering a little, he allowed her to escort him to his room. He let Y/N help him settle under the blankets, let her place a cool cloth on his forehead and then, exhausted, lulled by the gentle sound of her heartbeat, he fell asleep.

[hischierswhore]

clean

TW: mentions of a breakup

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

A/N: I had "Clean" by Taylor Swift on repeat while writing this.

-Y/n's POV -

You felt the letter you'd written for Mason in your pocket as you sat down at a park bench. He broke your heart only a few weeks ago, ending your 10 month-long relationship.

For the longest time, you were in severe denial that this was your reality. But now you were accepting it, and all that was left was to get rid of any lingering feelings for him.

No matter how much you dreamed of him coming back for you and realizing he'd made a mistake, deep down you knew he would never say those three little words you wanted to hear so badly.

You reached out to him a few days ago to speak with him, saying you wanted to give him his stuff back. He agreed to meet you at the park.

Minutes passed as you waited for him to arrive, and just when you thought you were being ghosted, Mason finally showed up.

You stood from the bench, a slight smile appearing on your face as you walked over to where he was. An awkward hug was exchanged, causing your cheeks to burn.

"Thanks for meeting me," you said as you both pulled away from the hug.

"Of course" He said as he followed you to your car, where all his items were.

"So uhm- here's your stuff" You carried some of it while Mason carried the rest of it and brought it to his car. You helped him situate everything in the back seat.

"Oh and this is yours too" You pulled out the envelope and held it in front of you.

He blinked at you a couple times before realizing that you were giving whatever was inside to him. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"What's this?" He asked, and then began fidgeting nervously.

"A letter. Don't read it until I'm gone. Please" You begged as he nodded.

"Thanks again for this, and it was nice seeing you again" He smiled

"Nice to see you too" You returned a smile, before turning around to get back into your own car. You drove away, glancing in the rearview mirror to see Mason now opening the letter.

- Mason's POV -

Y/n drove away, and a piece of my heart broke a little bit more than it already was. I did as she asked and read the letter she'd given me after she left. I tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter.

"Dear Mason,

If you're reading this, then that means I've finally accepted what happened to us. I'm finally at a point where I can look back on us and realize that we both had fault in this; It wasn't just you, and it wasn't just me. I hope one day we can be friends, just like we used to be before all of this. Don't think that I don't miss you, because I do miss talking to you everyday. I miss just having you in my life but it's time for me to move on. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, Mase.

Sincerely, Y/n"

I stared at the letter for a long time, contemplating the entire thing. If this truly meant that Y/n would finally let go of our past and leave me behind, I didn't want her to feel guilty about doing so. She didn't deserve to carry the weight of her past anymore.

But if she truly was happy and found peace by writing this letter… then I was happy for her.

Then part of my heart broke even more, knowing she was moving on. Knowing I wouldn't have her in my life anymore. My eyes filled with tears, which suddenly caused me to realize how long it had been since I last cried. Maybe it was time to cry again? A deep sadness settled within me as I placed the letter back into its envelope, tucked it into my wallet, and got into my car.

I decided that right now was not the time to try to reach out. Maybe I'd eventually send her a text, or maybe I'd give her a call.

The drive home was quiet. As I navigated through traffic, my mind was occupied with thoughts about her. Did I really make a mistake by letting her go?

When I finally pulled into my driveway, I closed the door, took a breath, and exhaled slowly. The evening was peaceful as I climbed up the stairs to my bedroom.

Sitting on my bed, I looked at my phone and considered texting her. Picking it up and unlocking it before ultimately deciding against it, to let her enjoy life once again, even if it was a life without me in it.

“Gone was any trace of you. I think I am finally clean”

tagging @chelseagirl98 !

[irenicstars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ AFTER ALL !

pairing : sirius black x fem!reader

synopsis : twelve years after the first war had come to a close, an ex lover shows up at your door, bloody & in need of your help. not knowing what else to do, you agree to help him. but only for tonight. after that, you’ll go back to being strangers.

a/n : WOO my first post on this account ! i apologize for this plot line being a bit complex. it's also considerably difficult for me to explain, so i hope it's not too confusing for you guys

wc : 7k

You live in a small apartment. It's decorated very cozily and never fails to make you feel at home despite its lack in size. You live alone with your cat, Luna. In all, you live a quiet life, one with very few friends and little action. Sometimes you think it's pathetic. But when if it were to down to it, you know you wouldn't trade it for the world.

After all, a peaceful life is what you deserve. Especially considering how you spent your teenage years fighting in a war, losing all of your friends one by one. At the time, you hardly understood any of it. All you knew was that Voldemort needed to be stopped, and you wanted to help fight or that cause. So you did. But your friends would end up paying the price with their lives.

You shake your head, ridding your mind of the distasteful memories. It's been twelve years since then, but you still can't get over it all. Some nights you wake up in a cold sweat, blaming yourself for it all.

Luna nudges you with her body, rubbing against your calf with a gentle purr. You smile at her, crouching down to the floor to pick her up. You hold her close to your chest and run your hands down her spine with delicacy.

Before your train of thought was interrupted by horrid memories, you had been cooking yourself a serving of pasta.

You set Luna down on the counter and turn your attention back to the pot on your stove. The water is now boiling, ready for the noodles to be added. You reach into the cabinet above the sink, pulling the box out of your cupboard. However, just as you begin to rip the seal, there's a frantic knock at your door.

See, your next-door neighbor has three kids. They vary in age and you adore them all, feeling the need to show them affection to make up for their absent father. Their mom tries her best, but she's working all the time, and the children miss her constantly. Due to the lack of attention they receive, the three kids have developed a thirst for chaos. They like to knock on your door, then run away before you see them. You always know who it is, but don't have the heart to tell their mom or yell at them. They're just kids having fun, what's the harm? Plus, your friend group used to play the same exact kinds of pranks back when you were in school.

Crossing the kitchen, you take the box of pasta with you, not thinking that this altercation would last very long. You assumed you'd open the door to make the kids giggle, shake your head disapprovingly, then retreat back into your apartment. It would make them happy, and you weren't busy anyway.

However, when you open the door, you realize your assumption had been horribly incorrect. The hallway isn't empty. There aren't any children hiding behind the corner. Instead, a heavily fatigued man leans against your doorframe.

He's pushing all of his body weight into the wood, seeming to have very little strength left. You glance down at his torso and quickly recognize the issue. He's very badly injured. Both of his hands are pressed against his stomach — just below his ribcage. Trails of blood are seeping through his fingers, staining his skin with crimson.

The sight causes you to drop the box of pasta. It hits the floor with a clatter, uncooked noodles spread across the shiny wood flooring. But it's not the gore that shocks you, it's the person who bores it.

You recognize the man immediately, allowing a frown to settle on your face. You cross your arms over your chest to appear defiant. But in reality, you're not defiant at all. You're only crossing them to hide the fact that your hands are trembling.

Sirius Black is supposed to be in Azkaban. He's supposed to be paying for the deaths of your guys's shared best friends. But right now, all of that pent of rage and pain that you've kept stored for so many years? It's all vanished within the blink of an eye. The only emotion you feel at the moment is pity.

"I'm sorry." He mutters weakly, with a hoarse voice paired with labored breathing. "I know ya prob'ly hate me right now, and you've ev'ry reason to. But I... there wasn't-"

Sirius normally speaks with such elegance, but now his words are slurring together pathetically. His voice is usually thick and deep, but now it’s hoarse and wavering. Despite having known him for the majority of your life, you hardly recognizes the man in front of you

“Don’t apologize, Sirius.” You tell him, trying your absolute hardest to keep your voice from shaking as well. 

You uncross your arms and step forward to help him into your apartment. You let him use your body as a crutch as the two of you slowly make your way to the bathroom. He stumbles around with a limp to his step, making it hard to get anywhere. But you don't complain. You don't make any noise of disapproval as you struggle to open the bathroom door.

You sit him down on the closed toilet seat, cautiously removing yourself from under him. When he's successfully sitting on his down, Sirius tips his head back as an expression on pain takes hold of his features. You ignore this, distracting yourself by turning on the faucet to the tub, making sure the water doesn't run too hot or too cold. As the tub slowly fills with water, you turn back to face him.

“Here,” you gently move to take off his shirt. He does nothing to stop you, still in too much pain to even register what’s really going on. You slip it over his head, forcing him to let go of the wound for a moment. When he does, you catches sight of the damage and instantly regret doing so. It’s awful. A deep slash across his gut, right under the bones of his ribs. You could hardly see where the cut was through all the blood, but you could tell it was deep.

You're usually fine with blood. You never feel queasy or get sick, like the way you are now. But the fact that Sirius is the one bleeding is what makes this situation so much more unbearable.

You want to help him. You want to hug him. You want to kiss him. You want to tell him that everything will be okay. But at the same time, you don't. At the same time, you want to leave him in the hall to bleed out. You want to slam to the door in his face. You want to scream and shout and cry. As you take his shirt off, you remind yourself. This is what he deserves.

You're the only one who knows that he didn't kill Lily and James. So, that's not why you're angry. If you believed he was the traitor, there's no way you would have let him enjoy the bliss of Azkaban. You would have killed him with your bare hands. But you didn't, because you know the truth. You know it was Peter.

The reason you're so pissed at Sirius is because he had the audacity to show up at your doorstep after so long.

When he was falsely arrested, you clung to him as though he were going to disintegrate in your hands. You kissed him more passionately than you'd ever kissed him. You screamed and fought, telling him to take veritaserum, but he refused. He had the nerve to tell you it'd be okay.

While you were busy fighting to save his life, Sirius was still in so much shock that nothing even mattered to him. You needed him more than ever. You'd just lost your two best friends. And yet. Sirius stared down at you with a blank expression, pressed a gentle kiss to your head, and allowed himself to get locked up for twelve years. He left you all alone, fending for yourself. Simply because he saw his own grief as more important than yours.

So, while he was away, you started over. You moved a few towns over, bought yourself an apartment, adopted a kitten, got a decent job, and tried your hardest to ignore the amount of betrayal you'd just recently suffered.

You would often find yourself thinking of Sirius, locked up. And it hurt so much more knowing he was innocent.

"You're a bloody mess, Black." You tell him as the shirt discarded, thrown onto the bathroom floor in a heap of grime and blood. Sirius just smirks at you, his eyelids growing heavy with bloodloss.

"Bloody." He murmurs with an airy chuckle, shaking his chest. But he quickly stops laughing, seeming to be in too much pain to move very much of his torso. "Literally bloody. Get it?"

You shake your head, "of course I get it, dumbass."

He lets out a heavy exhale, trying not to laugh at his own joke.

As soon as the shirt was removed, Sirius had put his hand right back on the wound as soon as possible. He continues to press hard, trying to keep the gash closed. But you can see that the longer he sits here, and the more blood he looses, the weaker his grip is getting.

You ignore his pervious joke, knowing he had only made it out of deliriousness. You crouch down in front of your sink, opening the cabinet to search for your first aid kit. When you finally find it behind a few cleaning bottles, you knock over a ton of shit while pulling it out in a rush. Sirius is getting worse by the second. You don't have time to question your priorities. You need to hurry if you want to keep him alive — which you honestly still aren't too sure about. You like to hold a grudge.

"G'nna fix me up all nice 'n pretty, are ya?" He whispers, his voice too weak to be spoken very loudly. He watches you pull medicine and gauze out of the kit. "Trust ya more than anyone else in my life, Y/n. Or else I wouldn't've come 'ere."

You don't bother to even glance up at him as you continue to gather supplies. You try not to focus on what he's saying.

He's delirious, you think to yourself in a harsh tone of reminder, it's just the blood loss. And he will die from it if you don't fucking hurry.

Now with everything you needs in your hands, you turn to him. He’s still staring at you intently, seeming to watch and analyze every single move you make. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel uncomfortable, but you ignore it, burying the uneasiness under your determination to help him.

Before you have time to begin working on his side, you notice that the tub is now almost full. You quickly shut it off, knowing you need to at least close the wound before he can take a bath. The amount of dried blood on him is truly repulsing. He’ll need to be scrubbed.

Now with the faucet shut off, you pour a bit of medicine into a cotton pad, not giving warning before you remove his hands from the injury and press the pad to the open wound. Sirius's face twists up, suddenly feeling much more awake than he was before — which was your intention with her lack of warning.

He grunts out a string of curse words, teeth clenched tightly together. You don't say anything as you continue to clean the wound, working quickly and effectively. Sirius is no longer watching you. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut from the pain.

"Talk to me." He says out of nowhere. You still don't look at him, too focused on the fact that he's literally dying on your toilet. "Please, Y/nnie. It'll take my attention away fr'm the pain."

"Fine." You reply with a defeated sigh, still not looking away from his wound. "What do you want e to talk about? There's not much to say."

"It's been twelve years. Find s'mthing." He says, causing you to roll your eyes at his demanding tone of authority. It's rich coming from someone whose life is in your hands right now. Quite literally, might you add.

"Honestly, I have no idea what to say." You begin with a monotone voice. "My life has been incredibly boring and uneventful lately – not that I’m complaining. I mean, I love having my own apartment away from everyone and everything else. It’s lonely sometimes, sure. But that comes with growing up, y’know? Even if I didn’t decide to move away after the war, I’d still have been alone eventually. That’s just life.” You say, your fingers working carefully as you pull the skin together to press a bandage on top. “Before you showed up, I was making pasta. The pot is probably boiling over right now, but I’ll worry about that later. Hopefully, it won't start a fire. Ugh. I just hope Luna is out of the kitchen – that’s my cat, by the way. She’s only a year old. I love her to death, but god, is she stupid at times."

You continue to ramble on and on, pressing a layer of bandages to his side. They'll need to be replaced after the bath, but they'll do for now. Oh, this would be so much easier if they could just go to the hospital like normal people. But then the doctors would ask too many questions. Plus, Sirius is still a wanted man in the wizarding world.

As you speak, Sirius slowly becomes more and more awake. He's looking more like himself, watching you with gentle eyes. You're not stupid though. This is most likely only because you're his only distraction from the biting pain in his side. I mean, who wouldn't look at you like you're a goddess when you just saved his life. Well. Let's not get ahead. Sirius isn't saved yet.

"Did you seriously leave the stove on?" Sirius asks. His voice is still slurred, but he's sounding less like a dying cancer patient and more like the man you fell in love with. "With a boilin' pot of water 'n top?"

"Is that the only thing you took away from my entire speech?" You ask him with a laugh, adding one last bandage to his side.

"Yeah, pr'tty much." He answers matter of factly. "The only thin' that matters to me is your stupidity. Ya should know this by now."

"What about the fact that I have a child?" You ask, raising an eye brow as you stand up from the floor. As you say this, Sirius's entire face drops. His teasing, exhausted eyes turn pained and scared. His clenched jaw slacks just barely.

"You have a kid?" He asks, breathlessly.

"Yeah?" You say, wondering why it's such a big deal to him. "Luna. She's my cat, I told you. Geez, you really don't listen to me."

Sirius's shoulders instantly relax when you say this. And it clicks in your head quickly. He had thought you had an actual child. A baby. He was scared that you'd moved on without him. That you forgot about him completely. Suddenly, the terrified expression that he had is no longer funny. It makes your stomach twist, knowing you had unintentionally caused that much dismay to him.

Trying your hardest to ignore the previous misunderstanding, you straighten your back and gesture to the tub. "Ready for your bath, Black?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to watch me get naked?"

"Don't make it weird." You say with an eye roll. "First of all, I don't think you can get naked without my help at the moment. Second, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

Sirius shrugs, "fair enough."

He tries to stand up from the toilet seat, but fails miserably. His knees buckle under his weight, bringing him to the floor with a heavy thud. You manage to slow his fall, holding him under the arms, but it doesn't completely stop him from hitting the ground. He fell flat on his butt, thanks to you. If you hadn't caught him in time, his head may have split open on the side of the tub. Sirius sits up and sighs. He supports himself against the tub, leaning his back against it in exhaustion.

The look on his face brings a pain to your chest, making everything in your begin to hurt. You hate seeing him like this. He's not the same person he was a decade ago. He is a grown man, not a teenager anymore. But you have to keep reminding yourself that so are you. You're both in your thirties by now, growing into your bodies with ease — some more than others.

"I can't fucking do anything anymore." Sirius complains, holding his face in his hands. The blood from his palms get on his cheeks, but he doesn't seem to care. He'd clearly faced much worse in Azkaban.

"Let's just work on getting you in the bath." You tell him softly, pulling his hands away from his face to give him a warm smile. "After that, you can tell me everything that I've missed from your life. Or — if you would prefer — you can tell me nothing at all. I'll try my hardest to respect your decision either way."

It seems to take a lot out of him, but Sirius manages a nod. He agrees to tell you all the things you missed, but admits that it'll be hard for him. So he asks if he can leave out some difficult details. You agree.

Sirius stays completely silent as you undress him.

He can't even stand up, so you have to do most of the work. You lift his feel to slide his shoes off, you undo his belt, you do nearly everything while he sits there uselessly. And the fact that he's unable to help you is killing him more than the fatal wound in his side.

When he's ready, you hike him upward and the two of you manage to get him into to the bath. Sirius tries his hardest to stand up again, but it's to no avail. He slipped again, but this time you were both ready for it. And in the end, he got into the tub with little to no issue. You're going to have to dry the water off the floor that splashed out, but other than that? He's doing fairly well already.

"The water is perfect," Sirius mutters, "thank you."

A smile tugs at your lips. Even when you guys had been dating, words of thanks were rare to impossible to receive. Truth is, most of your guys's relationship was based off of the banter and tension between you two. Not much of it was spent the way couples spend their time in books.

You guys never went on dates. You never cuddled in the halls. You rarely even cuddled in private. But that was enough for you guys because when it came down to it, you'd die for each other in a heartbeat. And even after all these years, you know you still would. Even now.

"Don't get sappy with me, Black." You tell him pointedly, trying not to show how happy it made you. "It's weird."

He doesn't say anything to that, simply leaning back in the tub. He leans his head against the tiles behind him, his knees poking out of the water — which is now turning to a deep shade of pink. The water pressure is keeping the blood inside of his body for the most part. But the dried blood from his shirt and hands is mingling with the water gorily.

You grab a towel from the hook beside the sink, and place it on the floor. You kick it around a little bit, poorly drying up the spilt water. You decide to leave it on the floor to soak up what you didn't smear.

Then, you sit on the closed toilet seat and watch Sirius from afar. His eyes are closed with contentment, head facing the ceiling, showing off his throat and jawline. But you know he isn't sleeping, due to how he keeps shifting around uncomfortably. If he were to pass out, you don't think you'd be able to avoid a hospital much longer. You'd need to get help, regardless of the consequences.

"Do you think I could leave you by yourself for a few seconds?" You ask him, voice barely above a whisper. You don't want to disturb him, but you really need to check on the stove now that the adrenaline has settled down a tad.

Sirius opens his eyes, "could you leave the door open though?"

"Of course I can." You say, standing up from the toilet with a warm smile. He smiles back, but it still looks incredibly pained. He needs stitches. You need to find your wand.

You exit the bathroom and make sure to prop the door open with one of Luna's toy rats. The doorstop didn't need to be heavy, anyway. Your apartment is so fickle it would probably blow over if a strong enough gust of wind were to blow in its direction. The door is light, the wood very thin.

Reentering the kitchen, you find that the stove had been switched off. You walk over to the pot, curiously. The water is level, and nothing is on fire. It's a good thing, but you're still insanely concerned. Who the fuck turned it off?

You spot your wand on the island. You still use magic quite a ton, despite not being very social in the wizarding community. It just makes life easier, to be honest. Also it's refreshing, reminding you of your childhood at Hogwarts with your friends.

Hearing a sudden noise come from your living room, you snatch your wand, holding it out in front of your body protectively. Whoever was in your house needed to leave. Immediately. If you'd found an intruder inside any other day, you would simply call the police or the apartment lobby to check the cameras. But you had a criminal bleeding out in your bathroom. There was nobody you could call for help.

"Y/n?" A feminine voice calls out from the living room.

You recognize the voice, and instantly toss your wand into the sink to hide it from the woman as she enters the kitchen. It clatters against the dirty dishes, but successfully lands at the bottom of the sink safely.

"I'm sorry for coming over so unexpectedly." The woman tells you, rounding the corner and entering the kitchen with a frown on her face. "I heard someone banging on your door, and I thought it was Rue. So I came out to finally catch her being naughty, when I noticed a streak of blood on your doorframe. I hope you don't mind that I let myself in. I was worried."

The woman in front of you is your neighbor. The single mom with three kids. One of those kids — the youngest — is little Rue. She's two years old, and follows her elder siblings around like a lost puppy, not knowing what else to do with her life yet.

You give the woman a smile, "it's fine, June. Thank you for checking on me, you're a good friend."

June is a wonderful woman. She's kind, and hadn't got a single bad bone in her dainty little body. She cares for everyone as if they were her own children. Even you, who's a few years older than her. You genuinely do want to thank her sincerely, but you're currently hyperaware of the fact that Sirius is in your bathtub at the moment. He's covered in blood, with the bathroom door wide open. And the idiot is probably too busy enjoying the warm water to realize someone else is in the apartment.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what is all that blood from? It's all over your floors, too." June says, tipping her head to the side as she glances around at the bloody floorboards.

You follow her gaze and realize she's right. There are drips of red blood seeming to be randomly placed across the apartment, leading right to the bathroom. But June hasn't noticed that, yet. She's still too overwhelmed by the fact that there's blood on your floor at all.

Your mind runs through all the possible excuses you could give. You could say you're on your period, but that wouldn't explain the bloody handprint on the doorframe. You could say you saved a dying bird on your way home from work, but she knows you've been home for a while considering the fact that she cut off your stove for you. You settle on telling her the truth, leaving out some key details.

"An old friend came to visit, but he's been hurt pretty badly in an accident on the way here." You tell her.

June frowns, "how badly? Why didn't you call the hospital?"

"He doesn't have insurance." You lie. "Plus, he's hardly hurt. It's a small wound, just bleeding a lot. He punctured a vein."

"Oh." June's face turns pale. You feel a twinge of guilt, knowing you only added that last detail because you knew she hated talking about anything blood-related. It all made her feel very sick. "I don't... I, uh- I think I'm gonna go, now. It's Rue's bed time, she needs her mom to tuck her in."

June lets out a few farewells before hurrying out of the apartment quickly. The moment you hear the door shut behind her, you rush to the bathroom to check on Sirius. The door was open the whole time. And just as you'd thought, he was relaxing leisurely though it all.

"An old friend in an accident?" He questions you before you even say anything. His eyes are still closed, but there's now a smirk tugging at his lips. "I have to admit, the insurance excuse was pretty smart."

"You knew she was here and didn't think to close the door?" You interrogate him, still a bit heated up fro the adrenaline of having June so close to finding Sirius. "What if she saw you?"

"So what?" He quirks a brow, opening his eyes to finally face you. "If she's a muggle, it wouldn't have mattered much anyway."

"Of course it would have mattered!" You shout, not out of anger but from the amount of epinephrine surging through you. "Criminal or not, a random guy bleeding out in my apartment isn't a good look!"

"You don't think I look good?" Sirius asks, his expression as vague as a puppy's.

You want to scream at him for joking about this. It's fucking serious, and he's a grown man, he should treat it as such. But instead, he's teasing you and making snarky comments about his appearace while he's literally naked. It's insane. It's intolerable, and annoying, and frustrating, and- and extremely attractive.

"I'm going to go make pasta." You tell him, needing to exit the bathroom as soon as possible. You can already feel your cheeks heating up, but you're going to blame that on the heat of the bathroom from the rub. "I'll leave the door open, and I'll just be in the other room. So just shout my name if you need anything, Black."

"Will do, darlin'. I've missed shouting your name." He says with a wink, making the red tint to your cheeks deepen even further.

You don't say anything else as you swiftly exit the bathroom and enter the kitchen. God, you need to get your emotions under control. Before he showed up, you hadn't acted impulsively like that. Before he showed up, you had nothing to worry about with your neighbors. Before he showed up, you had never lied to June. But now he's strutting back into your life, and he's screwing it all up again.

He abandoned you when he knows you needed him most. He wasn't the only one who had seeing rotting away for twelve years. He wasn't the only one allowed to make decisions about your guys's future.

You guys could have spent all that time together. You could have spent it getting a two person apartment. You could have made new friends together. You could have even had kids by now. Fuck. You could have had a perfect, normal life. But Sirius wanted to act impulsively and childishly. He wanted to ruin not only his own life, but yours as well. It was exhausting.

After tonight, when you're sure he's okay, you'll tell him all of this. You'll make sure that the bastard knows how badly he's hurt you.

"Here," you say. You reenter the bathroom with two plates of spaghetti in each hand. But you almost drop plates when your eyes land on Sirius, pushing himself up with both of his arms. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

You set the plates down on the counter, not bothering to make sure they're sitting in a secure spot. You rush to Sirius's aid, taking him by the arm. He's not even standing up yet, he's only a foot or two above the tub, using only his upper-body strength to hold himself up. His legs are most likely better than they were before, but it's still unwise to act so impulsively. He should have asked for your help instead.

"I don't want to make you feel like a maid." He says, as you gently lower him back into the water — which he isn't very happy about, but you both know that he's in no place to fight or argue with you.

"What are you talking about?" You ask him, sitting down on the floor beside the tub. You remove the drain, allowing the water to exit the tub at a slow but steady pace. If he wants to get out, it'll be much easier to do so without water in the bath. "I don't feel like a maid, Black. You're fatally injured, and I'm helping you out. It's the least I could do."

He scoffs, "you don't owe me anything."

"Excuse me?" You ask. The tone of his voice makes you defensive. He's right, you don't owe him anything, but why is he getting angry about it? The decent thing to do would be to thank you. But of course, he's too good for those kinds of manners. It's unbelievable.

"The last time we talked, I was a complete dick to you." Sirius says, lowering his head to hide his face behind his dripping wet hair. "You didn't deserve that sort of cruelty. The same way I don't deserve this sort of kindness. It's unfair. Unbalanced."

You don't know what to say to that. It sounds like an apology, or at least a version of one — seeing as Sirius is incapable of ever saying what he means without something hidden under the surface of his words. But what could possibly be left unsaid with that? He sounds genuine. His words sound raw.

"Well." You stand up from the floor now that the tub is completely drained of its bloody water. "We can talk more about that over dinner. Right now, you need to focus on what's actually important."

"What's actually important?" Sirius mimics. He raises his head, his hair slipping off his face to reveal a confused expression. "What would that be?"

It's evident that he is still in excruciating pain, and the pathetic bandages you put on him aren't going to last very long. But still, they're managing to keep his bodily fluids inside of his body. Where they belong.

He no longer slurs his words or blinks slowly at you. He can speak normally, and his actions aren't delayed anymore. Noticing this, you let out an enormous sigh of relief. It was awful not knowing if your efforts even paid off. But now, you're at least sure he won't be dying at your hand tonight.

"Getting out of the bathtub." You reply. "After that, we can eat spaghetti for dinner, because it'll help you get a bit of strength back. Then, we can watch a movie while you rest."

A glint of emotion passes behind Sirius's gaze, but he quickly recovers from whatever it had been. He simply nods at you, moving to stand up again. This time, you're here to help him. You sketch one arm over his back to support his weight, to keep him from falling ; the other hand is being used to point him in the right direction, considering the fact that his body seems to only want to lean to the right — the place of his uninjured side.

When he successfully exits the tub, you guide him to the toilet seat to sit for a moment. He obliges, sitting down without question. You leave the bathroom, rushing down the hallway to get him a towel and some clothes that your brother left at your apartment last time he stayed over. Knowing Sirius is incredibly thin from imprisonment, your brother's clothes will most likely swallow him.

When you return, you half expected Sirius to be attempting to stand up again. But he seems to have learned his lesson. He's still sitting on the toilet, his hands pressed to his side as he hunches over slightly. When he notices you in the doorway, he quickly sits up straighter. He almost appears ashamed to have been in pain.

You decide not to draw attention to this, wordlessly handing him the towel and clothes to dress himself. Out of respect, your turn around — which was probably a silly thing to do since he hadn't been clothed the entire time. But Sirius seems to appreciate it, struggling a bit as he draws the cloth around his body.

When you turn back around, the two of you return to how you guys had previously been walking. You support his back, and direct his step in the same way as before.

Together, you guys hobble over to the couch. You lean Sirius back against the cushion, and he visibly relaxes into the soft material. The sight of him so content, makes you feel just as relaxed as he is.

You feel a bit guilty for leaving him again but you do so anyway, returning to the bathroom to retrieve the plates of spaghetti. On your way back to the living room, you quickly turn into the kitchen and fish your wand out of the sink. You hold it in against the dish of pasta, knowing it'd be better to have it just in case than regret not having it at all.

When you return to the living room, Sirius has made himself pretty cozy. He's leaned back on the cushion, a fuzzy blanket pulled around his body. He's hugging one of his legs to his chest ; the other one — which happens to be the one which is on the side of his injury — is extended, propped up on your coffee table.

You hand him his plate and sit side by side on the couch together. You place your wand on the table, grabbing the remote in its place. You switch on the first channel that pops up, which happens to be a very specific cartoon that you guys used to watch together.

Sirius always said that muggle innovations were stupid. This ideology didn't differ when it came to television. He thought the idea was silly and a waste of time, which distracted people from real life issues. You always argued with him over this. You claimed to love the idea of television, thinking it was no different from moving paintings at Hogwarts. Of course, Sirius disagreed. So, you thought that the best way to settle this dispute was to force him to watch something with you. You guys made a bet on it, as well. If he ended up hating the TV, you'd owe him twenty bucks. On the other hand, if he enjoyed it, he'd owe you the money instead.

Long story short, you grew twenty dollars richer by the end of the night. And Sirius had fallen in love with Tom and Jerry.

"He still hasn't caught the damn mouse?" Sirius complains, staring at the flashing screen with furrowed brows. "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just kill him at this point? I'm not someone who resorts to murder, but it's been decades! Anything would be better than running around in circles like idiots."

You laugh at him, finding it amusing how invested he is in the show. Sometimes, in little moments like this, you don't see Sirius black : an alleged killer running from the police. Instead, you see Padfoot : your best friend and first love. It draws a bittersweet feeling to your gut, making you want to run away from all of your problems. Including him.

You guys continue to eat your pasta in a comfortable silence. They're replaying old episodes that you've seen multiple times. But this is Sirius's first time watching them, and he seems to have no intention of turning the TV off anytime soon. When he finishes his plate, he places it on the coffee table. He doesn't even look down, his eyes still glued to the screen. You giggle, taking his dirty dish to the kitchen. You wash off the grime, and place it out to dry on the counter.

When you return to the living room, Sirius if curled up in a ball on the couch. He's still being very cautious with his wound, carefully leaving it alone.

"Hey," you say as you sit back down beside him. Sirius hasn't removed his gaze from the show, but he must have felt the cushion dip under your weight. Because he moved his legs out of your way before you even said anything.

"Hi." He answers, only halfway paying attention to you.

"You can keep watching the TV, but would you mind if I tried to continue working on your scratch?" You ask him, choosing your words carefully as you grab your wand from the tabletop. This seems to grab his attention quickly.

"Yeah." He answers. His voice comes out confident and steady, but his body language shows what he's afraid to admit. He's scared. He's in pain, on the run, and fully invested in this television that he had once sworn against. But he holds you higher than all of those other issues. You're most important. "Of course you can."

"Thank you." You say. He just nods as he shifts his body out of the curled up position, stretching out so his torso is accessible to you. Then, he lifts up his shirt for you to work on. As soon as you scoot closer, Sirius gets nervous and whips his head back toward the TV.

The thing is, you had taken a few subjects on healing back at Hogwarts, and even a few muggle classes. But now that it's the real thing, you're feeling a bit nervous. If you mess up a spell, it's not just a bad grade on your exam. It's Sirius's wellbeing you're meddling with.

You pull the bandages off of his skin, looking at the gash in full detail. It's really gross, up close. You try not to analyze it too much, gripping your wand in your hand and pointing the tip directly at the wound. Sirius's eyes are still pinned to the TV, so you have the element of surprise to work with here.

"Vulnera Sanentur." You mutter under your breath, tracing your wand along the gash. You recall what you'd been taught. The first time you speak the incantation, the blood would begin to evaporate in thin air. Seeing as there isn't much blood left after the bath, it instead moves onto the second repetition despite only having said it once. And slowly, the wound knits itself back together. The skin slowly pulls at each other, binding together neatly.

You watch Sirius's face, but he seems to not be in any pain from the spell. He makes a slight expression of discomfort but seems perfectly well, otherwise. You look back down at the wound. The only thing left over is a thin scar, the injury completely gone now. Your eyes widen in shock. It worked. It worked!

"Sirius." You say, your voice nearly gone from surprise. Considering you hadn't called him by his first name since his return, Sirius's head spins in your direction at a speed that could've been enough to have given him whiplash.

"What?" He asks. You point at his side, and he follows your finger. Suddenly, his expression mirrors your own. "Holy fuck."

"I'd heard the spell once or twice at Hogwarts, but I didn't think I could do it myself. I was honestly just hoping I wouldn't fuck it up." You ramble, trying to will your brain to keep up with your mouth as you continue to spur irrelevant nonsense. "I wasn't even sure about the pronunciation. I was-"

"You were brilliant." Sirius interrupts you, sitting up without any issue. He wraps his arms around you and embraces you into a tight hug. You hug him back, still in shock with yourself.

"Do you really think so? Or are you just saying that because it worked?" You ask. "I mean, I told you I was completely winging it. I didn't know how to move my wand, or how to--"

"And I told you that I trust you more than anyone else in my life, Y/n." He says, pulling away from the hug to look you in the eye. You meet his gaze, feeling small under it. He gives you a smile — one that brings back a flood of memories from your guys's past. It's genuine and real. Nothing but adoration behind it. It's your favorite smile of his, and he knows it. Sirius continues, "I missed you."

Your eyes soften, "I missed you too, you bastard."

tags : @luvsturniolo @kasqnxx

[ichijager13]

You make me feel safe

Summery:

Reader wakes up next to the man she has been seeing for months and she realizes she loves him. Thinking he is still asleep she confesses her feelings.

A/N:  Hello there, I wrote this listening to Cinnamon girl by Lana Del Rey I hope you enjoy it.

Erenxreader, Angst/comfort, selfconfidence issues, word count 1,2k

When the sun's rays peeked through the blinds you were already awake. You started seeing each other three months ago, so this was not the first time you spend the night at his place. You were staring at the man lying beside you. his hair fell on his face covering most of it and one of his arms was casually propped around your waste. Each time you see him like this you feel overwhelmed, Eren was a gorgeous man. His sun-kissed skin matches perfectly his emerald eyes and chestnut hair. You reach your hand to pull his hair back and tuck some lokes behind his ear, he looks so relaxed. you have always loved admiring him sleeping. You guide your hand softly across his face and gently caress his cheek before brushing his lower heavy lip with your thumb. The memory of what he has done to you last night with those lips made your stomach twist. Nights with Eren have always left you out of breath and over the clouds. He has always known where and how to touch each part of your body. But what you love the most was the way he makes you feel, how he pays attention to every single detail, how he holds you and caresses your hair gently. He makes you feel things you never thought you’d experience one day.

You have always believed that you were unable to love and were not meant to be loved, that for some reason you don’t deserve to be happy. Plus, trust issues, low self-esteem and lack of self-confidence made you fear commitment and falling in love. Not to mention the thought of getting your heart broken once again. All of these made you push away anyone who tried to get in. but all your insecurities and demons seem to be blown away by Eren. He makes you feel safe and accepted. He makes you happy. With Eren everything is easy; talking, laughing, living and dreaming. You don’t remember the last time you dreamed of something beautiful, of being happy and carefree, you don’t think you ever did. your eyes have always carried this sadness that even your bright and wide smiles couldn’t hide. But this was all before him.

You move closer and print soft kisses on his parted lips. Your hand is now drawing invisible patterns on his bare large shoulders. You close your eyes for a while and enjoy his presence and the comforting silence.

“I have never felt this way before. With you Eren I feel safe”. You whispered. “No one has ever looked at me or touched me the way you do”. You buried your face in his neck, he always smells nice. “I never had the courage to tell you all this stuff. There are a lot of things I never told you. ‘cause I’m afraid, I’m afraid you’d never want me once I open up and let you see how damaged I am. I’m afraid you’d leave if I ever told you that I have a hard time trusting people and seeing the good in them. I’m afraid of letting my guard down and letting people in, ‘cause I always end up being hurt when I do so. I’m afraid you’d grow bored and leave me once you see the real me. I’m afraid you’d break my heart, I’m afraid of falling in love. I…”. you take a deep breath. “I have been hurt before, Eren. Badly”. Your vision is blurry now. “And I don’t wanna go through that again, it took too much for me to heal from my past wounds. I won’t lie, you have healed a good amount but some still bleed to this day. and it hurts like hell. Some of them left scares that will never disappear and I don’t know what to do about it”. You nuzzled his neck trying not to burst into crying. “Please Eren, please I’m giving you whatever is left of my heart and soul. Please take good care of us. Please don’t hurt me, I can’t… I can’t handle another heartbreak. I love you Eren, I love you and I won’t lie my feelings for you are so strong and profound that it is scaring the shit out of me. I…”. your tears start falling and you swear you felt him stiffening when a tear fell on his flesh. When you tried to pull away his arms tightened around your small figure.

He moved slowly placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. “I’ll never hurt you, love”. His voice is still drowsy from sleep, he cleared his throat before adding, “I’ll always look after you and cherish you, you just have to let me in. I’ll never rush you I promise, take as much time as you need”. He pulled away and wiped your tears. “I’ll always be here for you, okay?” You slowly nod. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch; his hand was caressing your hair softly. “I’ll do my best to heal all of your wounds and wipe away all your tears. You are the best thing I ever had and I’m not willing to let you go”.

A half smile crept up your lips, you tried your best to keep your composure when you said. “I love you Eren”. You curse yourself when your voice broke when you said his name. your face twitched and tears start streaming once again. “I’m sorry”. You mumbled hiding your head in your pillow.

With his thumb and index, he grabbed your chin softly and made you face him, “Never apologize for this love, I want you to know that I love you just the way you are. And I don’t want to change anything about you. I love every single detail about you, every smile and every facial expression”. He kissed you, his soft lips moving slowly against yours. When he broke the kiss, he continued. “I love when you sing and dance while cooking, especially when you are in my shirt. I love the way your cute nose scrunches when you feel embarrassed, how your eyebrows get knotted when you are confused when you slowly rub your eyes when you wake up, how you purse your lips when you are concentrated, how you rub your nose or play with your hands when you feel nervous”. He pecks your nose smiling. “And your smile. I am madly, deeply in love with your smile. You are a beautiful person inside and out. And it’s hard”. He kisses you again. “So, so hard to not fall in love with you. you are a wonderful person”. you smile against his lips. “I would like to stay like this forever, with you”.

“Do you know how it feels?”.

“What?”. He asked confused.

“Being in love with you”.

“No, love. Tell me, please”.

“It’s like being found after being lost in the middle of nowhere, and just when I was about to die you came and saved me”. You smile at him before adding. “You are my home Eren”.

“And you are the sun rays that light up my whole world and warm me”. He brushes his lips against the thin skin of your neck, “I will never hurt you and I will never let you down”.

“Thank you”. you press yourself against him and close your eyes thinking to yourself that if heaven ever existed it must be here in this man’s arms.

[bedtimegiraffe]

Aerin Diamond Scene Rewrite Fic

Very glad Kade pushes your character on their trauma from being kidnapped. However, I would love for a LI to comfort your character about the fact that they keep almost dying. (Shoutout to Imtura for briefly comforting MC about the upcoming life-or-death battle, but I want more.) Relationships are a 2-way street! So here’s a little rewrite of the beginning of Aerin’s pre-battle diamond scene. Enjoy!

To accompany this, I recommend the slow and sweet “You Matter to Me” from the musical Waitress. “Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you. And I'll stay there as long as you'll let me.”

(I don't think there are any warnings to be given other than discussion of possible death.)

It takes some looking, but you eventually find Aerin in a room on one of the ships, pacing with such focus that he doesn’t notice you as you enter. It’s kind of cute how intensely he’s thinking. You speak up, hoping you don’t startle him too badly. “How did you end up here of all places?”

Aerin’s head suddenly turns in your direction, eyes wide. “Oh! I… I wasn’t expecting you.” His surprised expression disappears almost at once, replaced by one of relief. “Imtura offered me this cabin, as a matter of fact.”

“Really?”

“I thought she was going to punch me. But she said that if I was brave enough to come back, I deserved a good place to sleep.” Aerin grins at you sarcastically. “I suppose tripping is a form of affection.”

His brief smile fades as he waves you into the cabin, then resumes his pacing.

You bite the inside of your lip. He looks so nervous. You can hardly blame him for that. “Are you having second thoughts about coming back? Because you… you don’t have to stay.”

Aerin stops moving, turning to give you a searching look. “You would let me leave so easily, then? Even on the eve of battle?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you again. Happy you’re here to help. But… things have been exceptionally dangerous since you left. I-” You take a shaky breath in. “I almost died. More than once. In those moments, I really wanted to see you again. But at the same time, I was relieved you were somewhere safer. And now that you’re here, I’m worried you’ll…” The thought hurts to even acknowledge.

Aerin’s eyes tighten with concern, though he covers it passably well. “Telling me you’ve been in incredible danger is hardly the way to get me to leave. And I did not come all this way to back out now.”

You suddenly feel desperate as the fear you’ve struggled to keep at bay forces itself to the front of your mind. “…Aren’t you scared?”

Aerin looks at you for a long moment, his gaze soft. “I’m not. Honestly, I expected to be frightened out of my wits. But for the first time, I actually feel prepared for battle. I trained all throughout my youth, but I never had a good cause to put it to. Just…” He frowns, looking toward the floor. “Baldur’s hunting misadventures. And then my misadventures.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t…” You close your eyes, trying to collect your thoughts. When you open them, Aerin is right in front of you. Close enough to touch. “Nia died last time. The Blade brought her back, but it was an absolute miracle. I don’t know that we’ll get another one of those. I never used to worry about any of us like this, but we keep getting so close to everything just being over and I can’t…” You choke back a sob. As you struggle vainly to hold back a flood of tears, Aerin hesitantly puts his arms around you, slowly pulling you into a warm embrace. You cling to him tightly as you cry, like he’s the only real thing in the world. Your next words come out in a frantic rush. “I can’t lose you again. Any of you. I can’t be all alone again.”

Aerin doesn’t respond for a moment, just cradling your shaky frame and unconsciously running his thumb in a soothing path along your back. “I wish I could tell you what will happen tomorrow. But I don’t know. There is a possibility this will be our last night alive.” It’s a terrible thing to hear, but… a relief for someone else to finally acknowledge it. “But you won’t be alone. All of your incredibly capable and persistent friends will be with you. I will be with you. For as long as you’ll have me.”

It does help to be reminded that you’re not in this alone. None of you are.

You focus on breathing deeply until you’re calm enough to pull back and look at Aerin again. “How are you so relaxed about the fact that we could all die tomorrow?”

His face melts into a smile, fond and affectionate. “Because I’m fighting for our city and our people. For you.” He brings a hand to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet his suddenly serious gaze. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile at that, wiping the last of the tears from your eyes. “Thank you. For being honest with me about…” You take a deep breath. “What might happen tomorrow. And for standing by me.”

“Always.” Aerin gazes deeply into your eyes and, for just a moment, you forget that there exists a world outside this room. Then he blinks, a faint blush rising in his cheeks, and he pulls away. He gestures for you to take a seat on the edge of the bed.

Once you’re seated, Aerin sits next to you, close enough that your arms can’t help but brush. “I suppose I still owe you an explanation for running off the way I did…”

[honeyjars-sims]

2.7 Opening Up

Lexie: It’s too bad we got assigned to set design for the first production, but at least we’ll be able to hang out together. 

Johnny: Yeah, it looks like most of the acting roles went to the juniors and seniors. Maybe next year we’ll have better luck.

Lexie: Well, the semester’s just getting started. Who knows what will happen. We could impress them with our sick acting skills and get the leads next time. 

Johnny: [laughing] I support your delusional optimism! Oh, I almost forgot…my mom wanted me to tell you hi and that she enjoyed meeting you.

Lexie: Hmm, that’s nice of her. I guess let her know I said hi as well.

Johnny: [teasingly] You’re not going to say it was nice to meet her too?

Lexie: No comment.

Johnny: I don’t blame you! Honestly, it went better than I was expecting.

Lexie: Really? That's kind of sad.

Johnny: Yeah, unfortunately, that was just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my mom. 

Lexie: Well, it really bothered me how she was speaking about you. I kept trying to change the subject, but she’d always end up making some snarky little comment. 

Johnny: I’m used to it, I guess. The thing is, if I’d called her out she’d say I was overreacting. In the past, I would’ve believed her, but now…not so much.

Lexie: Good, because she’s wrong about you. I can’t imagine how it affected you to hear that as a child, or even now.

Johnny: [sighs] I wish I could say that was the worst thing I had to deal with as a kid, but it wasn’t by a long shot. If you don’t mind, I think I’m ready to talk to you about it.

Lexie: Of course. You can tell me anything. Let's go somewhere more private.

TW: The dialogue below includes discussion of child abuse and drug abuse (not graphic but please use your own discretion if this topic is triggering to you).

Johnny: It wasn’t just my mom who treated me badly. It was also her husband, Jimmy. I refuse to call him my stepdad because he wasn’t any kind of parent to me. He was way worse, though. With my mom it’s this kind of passive aggressive backhanded shit, but Jimmy? He was full-on aggressive. Not just with his words, either. 

Lexie: Oh my God, he hurt you? Johnny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was that bad.

Johnny: Yeah, it was pretty awful. I started having nightmares and I was anxious all the time. I tried to talk to my mom about it, but I was too scared to tell her what was really going on so she thought I was just being dramatic. 

Lexie: Geez, I can’t imagine my parents just brushing me off like that. You must have been terrified.

Johnny: I was. It only got worse when my mom started doing drugs. By that time I was old enough to start fighting back and all the blame fell on me. Jimmy almost convinced mom to send me to military school but then my dads got custody of me and Chantal.

Lexie: Thank God for your dads! 

Johnny: For real, I’m so grateful for them. It’s weird, though…whenever a kid gets away from their abusive family, everyone expects them to be happy about it. No one ever talks about all the mixed emotions. I knew I was better off with my dads, but I still thought about the good times I had with my mom. It was hard to leave her.

Lexie: I think I understand more why you’re still trying to work things out with her. It sounds like the whole situation was really traumatic for you.

Johnny: Yeah, even when I wasn’t talking to her I always had this feeling of “what if?” Like maybe there is a way to fix everything and make it go away.

Lexie: Some things can’t be fixed, no matter how hard you try. I don’t know if your relationship with your mom is one of them, but I hope you’ll recognize when it’s time to let go if it comes to that.

Johnny: I think I will. I’m going to give it more time, but I’m starting to feel like…like I deserve better. I didn’t feel that way before.

Lexie: You deserve so much better, Johnny. You’re so much more than what your mom sees you as. And Jimmy. He better hope I never see him ‘cause I’ll kick him right in the balls!

Johnny: [laughing] Lexie! I’ve never heard you so angry before. I can’t see you doing something like that, you’re too sweet.

Lexie: I’d do it to him! And I’d enjoy watching him suffer. Oh, sorry, I probably shouldn’t be so violent about it. It just really got me worked up. 

Johnny: It’s ok. You’re cute when you’re protective.

Lexie: Well, consider me your bodyguard, then.

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[puella-1n-somn10]

☀️What your favorite parent from the Sun and Moon anime says about you🌙

CW: SUGGESTIVE JOKES AHEAD. THIS IS ALL MADE IN THE SPIRIT OF FUN AND IS IN NO WAY THERE TO MAKE JABS AT OTHERS.

Kukui: There is a 70% chance that you are a gay man, and I mean this not out of a place of judgement, but experience with the fans. The cause tends to differ between his game and anime incarnations, but, in the latter's case, not only are you happy about his character being developed there, but also are happy to see Ash having that father figure he craved so badly.

Burnet: You've probably popped the BIGGEST bottles when you've recognized her all the way back from Dream Radar, and have managed to get even bigger bottles when she and Kukui got married. Honestly, most of the Burnet fans I saw were real chill people. So long as you're not one of those Gen 5 fans, I have no mean words. The chillest group.

Guzma: Oh, hello, LGBTQ+ community. Either that, or you relate to him and Team Skull on levels that may be deemed as unhealthy. You're a bit on the feral side; chaotic gremlins who will not only listen to whatever combination between Breakcore and Metal there is, but would also make it your neighbors' problem. You understand the pressure of having to succeed in life and inevitably breaking under it, only to receive no compassion nor any form of apology from your elders. Also, def neurodivergent.

Plumeria: Two possibilities; either you're definitely a lesbian and/or trans gal, or are a hardcore Guzmeria shipper- though, it is more than likely that you're both. You love a good ol' girlboss who is not necessarily a villain; someone who was hardened up by experience, but is still, at the day's end, a human. Either you were the one who needed protecting back in the day, or were that protector; either way, you, too, deserved better in life.

Lusamine: Just like Professor Kukui, the reason as to why she's your favorite depends HEAVILY on which Lusamine from which canon we're talking about. Maybe you like the overzealous Lusamine who is presented as a person with actual flaws that hurt everyone around her - including herself - without her knowledge. Maybe you like the prospect of a morally ambiguous Lusamine who is ready to do everything for "the greater good" even at the cost of hurting others, including her own family. Orrrrrrr maybe you have had a parent like Lusamine in the Sun/Moon games, a classic narcissistic parent, and want to hold out to the hopes that, just like her, your own folks would see the error of their ways; that they would actually apologize to you and finally start improving on themselves rather than drag everyone else around them through the mud of their own misery.

Mohn: There is a high chance that you just want the family back together; you reminisce on the old days where they were complete, before they incident with the ultra wormhole, before Lusamine inevitably lost her marbles, but such is the way of life, right? The ultra games were your golden era, and his anime debut? Let's just say that your wishes FINALLY came true after so long. You love fix-fics and those surrounding the pain of amnesia a bit too much.

Abe/Mallow's dad: Him being a hunk - a himbo - aside, the trauma, the potential, the raw emotion; all there as garnishes for this fine steak of a man and you love each and every one of them. His incompetence and portrayal as a neglectful parent in Mallow and the Forest Teacher forever gives you the ick, but you either tend to ignore it or use that as another source of angst potential.

Mallow's mom: I just know your ass is either suffering from trauma, sudden loss, anxiety, fear of death, or a combination of the above. Yes, you wish she could have been developed a little more, but at least we got a huge chunk of her personality and even development in one episode, which is nothing short of impressive. Also, you like hurt/comfort fics.

Sima/Kiawe's mom: You're right.

Rango/Kiawe's dad: Autism rep? In MY Pokémon anime?! Sorry, but it is so frustrating to see that ya'll are few and far between - just as shy and anxious as your husbando -, but I know you guys exist! Please, let yourselves be known! I would kill just to see some more content regarding him! Also, I just know you love meganes, and, of course, there's nothing wrong with that.

Sophocles' dad: Traumatized. You probably crave the very affection he's giving his wife and kid, and seeing an honest, brash, funny man like him who isn't an abusive rat gave you whiplash initially, but eventually you wanted more. Crafting and/or gardening lover, and maybe a lore fanatic as well because how the FUCK do you know about all the things he's done for Sophocles' happiness from scattered dialogue alone? Also, like Kukui fans, there's a high chance you're neither straight nor cis.

Sophocles' mom: Also traumatized. Maybe a little bit on the autism spectrum, too. Back when the anime first aired, you were scared that maybe the dynamic between and her hubby was imbalanced, until later episodes began to showcase that she is more in charge than he is. You're probably a quiet person irl who is hiding nothing but the most chaotic of thoughts. You wanna try the malasadas she makes at least once.

Lana's mom: I'm saying this right now; if you are well over the age of 20, you are not seeing the pearly gates after the Day of Resurrection.

Lana's dad: Nothing but respect. A man with a design that irradiates potential having less dialogue than Sophocles' mother is infuriating, and the lack of content being made around him by both canon and the fans is even worse, but you don't let that bother you. Either you're the less degenerate version of the fans of his wife, or just like him because he looks way too much like Archie for it to be a coincidence.

[amethystfairy1]

(Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one.)

Hi! Hello! How are you? :]

Let me just say, your work is simply incredible.

I've been binge-reading your TTSBC series for a few days now, as you can probably tell from all the kudos (you deserve them!), and I have been going crazy

First of all, I think this was the first Hermitcraft ship fic I've read. Conclusions/thoughts;

1) You've made me a flower husbands fan, great job, I am now obsessed with them

2) the relationship between Scott and Martyn is so precious to me, you have no idea

3) I am now a fan of ALL the relationships you've written; flower husbands, treebark, desert duo, Tango/Zed, Lizzie/Joel, Shelby/ Katherine, Etho/Doc (I hope I didn't forget anyone)

4) PEARL IS A MENACE AND I LOVE HER. SHE IS MY FAVOURITE, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. She is the big sister™ and she is the best

5)Scar is a sweetheart and that is a FACT. HE WAS SO SWEET TO CUB?? AND TO GRIAN?? I LOVE HIM

6) I absolutely love mom Cleo, her and Bdubs are so kind and thoughtful and caring to each other, I will simply explode

7) KATHERINE STRAIGHT UP JUST SAID "nope" AND WENT BACK TO THE UNDER-CITY

8) I need more Scott as a journalist. I need to see his hunger to get all the details. I need to see him use his silver-tongue skills on someone, and I need to see Jimmy(or anyone) be scared but also fascinated. I need to see more Scott and Pearl fighting for the best interview.

I don't even watch cc!Scott, and now look at me. Im obsessed with his character.

9) PESKY BIRDS BEING LITTLE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER I WILL CRY TEARS OF JOY. SMALL BDUBS?? CHILDREN ARE SO CUTE

10) I also,,, kinda,,, want to see someone react a bit badly to seeing their partner being from the under-city. Maybe,,, Martyn being angry with being lied to? Maybe,,, Scott screaming at him that what he's doing is helping no one? Maybe, maybe,,,,

(im secretly an angst-girlie at heart, what can I say. I love me some good hurt/comfort)

11)JOEL AND LIZZIE'S BACKSTORY IS ALL I NEEDED IN LIFE, I CAN NOW DIE HAPPILY

12) please let zed and tango have a happy ending pleasepleasepleasePLEASEPLE-

13) also the titles have all been so cool! I saw a post of yours that said you use terms of endearment, and I thought that was really cute :)

14) SOUP GROUP

In conclusion, I am crazy for your work, please feed us more.

To show you how crazy I've been over this series;

I went completely nuts, explaining to my friend some basics about it the moment I was sure I've read everything, and Im probably gonna make them read it too. I've already sent them the link to the series.

They are not even a Minecraft fan. They don't know what Hermitcraft is.

Anyway, this was all to say; you're amazing, your work is truly fantastic, your writing style is one of the best I've ever seen/read (and I've read a lot of fics, do not doubt me)

Please don't feel forced to write anything I've said! I'm just throwing ideas that came over my head when reading!

(your traveling thieves series is also amazing! Im just currently full of ttsbc thoughts rn, its eating me alive /pos)

Hope my spam liking was not annoying!

Have a great day!

:D

It was not annoying in the SLIGHTEST!

Hello hello, thank you, thank you! I'm so glad TTSBC has been so enjoyable for you and that you've had fun binge reading all of it!

I am delighted and honored to be the first author you've read that has written Hermitshipping and that you've enjoyed it and it's caused you to love all my ships! That's a great day for a fanfic author!!!

FLOWER HUSBANDS ARE MY FAVORITE! More people who like Flower Husbands? HAPPIER I AM! It is a DIRECT correlation!

Someone commented at some point that they reminded them of drunk girls comforting each other in the bathroom after a party, and I think that's exactly accurate 😆

YES! ALL THE SHIPS!

Pearl is the Big Sister ™️ of the group and if anyone hurts any of her little siblings it is game over!

Scar is SUCH a sweetheart in this AU! He's a superhero, he's a boyfriend, he's a best friend, he's a professor, and he's just doing his best to juggle it all!

Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick. Only the best combo!

Katherine said "Wait crap I think that was the love of my life!" and dove back in!"

Journalist Scott will be making a return in several pieces of the future, don't you worry! We'll get to see him strut his stuff! I'm very glad I've gotten you to love c!Scott even if you don't watch cc!Scott, that's just the best!

PESKY BIRRRRRRRBS!

ooooo there's an angsty take. Hm. Well, there is certainly more angst on the docket for everyone, I assure you, and while I can't promise that brand of angst in particular, there is other stuff left to unpack! Please look forward to it!

JOEL AND LIZZE! BUTTERFLY AND CAT LADY! MARRIED FOR OVER A DECADE AND RUNNING A BAKERY! ADORABLE!

Zedango will return! That is all I shall say!

I'm so glad you like the titles! I think it's very cute but I have to admit I'm starting to struggle to come up with terms of endearment I haven't used before 😆

SOUP GROUP

I'm so glad you're trying to get your friend into TTSBC! The nice thing is I don't think it's too terribly difficult to spring into without context of watching any of the CCs because the characters all pretty much explain themselves within the AU. Maybe looking up some fanart for what everyone ought to look like, but it's not the worst thing!

Glad to hear you also like Traveling Thieves! I was gonna point you that way when you said you were an angst girlie so good that you're already there!

Thanks so much for coming by! 💖

[psycho-king]

Howard... I hate you so much for leaving me here, sometimes I hope you die. I'm sorry. I feel awful admitting that, but it's the truth. I was curious about other men. I'm sure you don't want to hear about a stranger satisfying your wife, and I swear it was only once. It was a mistake. It wasn't him that I wanted. I know that now. And I wish things could just go back to the way they were before, but I don't see how they could, not after the things I've done. Honestly, there was a time I was flattered to have someone as handsome as you pine over me. You're such a good person. I made sure to always be mindful with your heart. I never wanted you to feel jealous. It's an awful feeling like a rot, the way it just twists and turns at your insides. I know that aching so well. I feel it whenever I see others whose lives come easy because the truth is, I'm not really a good person. All my life, I've wanted off this farm and you were my ticket out. So... I made sure to never let you see who I really was. It worked like a charm. Then when you finally brought me to your home to meet your family, it was just as I hoped. A life straight out of the pictures. And you didn't want it. You just wanted to stay here on our farm, and that made me so angry. How could you? I'm certain you knew I hated it, you must've. How could you be so selfish and cruel after all I've done to make you happy? I was even pregnant with your baby. I never wanted to be a mother. I loathed the feeling of it growing inside me. It felt like sickness. Pulling and sucking on me like some needy animal in a barn. How could I be responsible for another life? Life terrifies me. It's harsh, and bleak, and draining. I was so relieved when it died. It was one less weight keeping me trapped here, but then the war came and you left me, too. Why did you leave me, Howard? I hate feeling like this. So pathetic. Do people like you ever feel this way? I figure you don't. You seem so perfect all the time. Lord must've been generous to you. He never answers any of my prayers. I don't know why. What did I do? What is wrong with me? Please, just tell me so maybe I can get better. I don't want to end up like Mama. I want to be dancing up on the screen like the pretty gals in the pictures. I want what they have so badly, to be perfect, to be loved from as many people as possible to make up for all my time spent suffering. Sometimes I wake in the middle of the night and the fear washes over me, 'cause what if this is it? What if this is right where I belong? I'm a failure. I'm not pretty or naturally pleasant, or friendly. I'm not smart, or funny, or confident. I'm exactly what Mama said I was, weak. I don't know why. What did I do? Why wasn't my family like yours? I hate what it feels like to be me and not you. I'm so scared that when you finally come home, you'll see me and be frightened like everyone else is. I know what I've done, the bad things, terrible, awful, murderous things. I regret them now, but I liked how they felt. I wish I didn't, but I did. At first, it was only animals smaller than myself. It felt good. Killing's easier than you think, till recently with Mama and the boy from the picture house. They were different. They were more meaningful. I hurt them so they too might know what it feels like to suffer, but poor Daddy didn't deserve that. I wish I hadn't done what I did. Mama meant well. She had a hard life. She only wanted a home to feel safe in. I thought I hated her, but I just want to feel safe, too. Lord... I made such a mess of things. I don't know how much more I can take. I need to clean this up. I need to make things right before you see me again. Maybe if I can turn this farm into a home for us like you wanted, things will finally be different. I can forgive. I can be who you want me to be if you'll just stay with me. Would you do that, please? I can't be all by myself anymore. It's too hard. We can love each other. I'll do that for you if you really meant all that "till death do us part." It'd be enough, just you and me here. All I really want is to be loved.