#laura drabbles

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

[dead-dove-yandere]

You’d heard about crazy fans, even seen a few of your bandmates on the receiving end of some concerning letters, but you never thought it might happen to you.

TW: Stalking, unhealthy parasocial relationship, harassment

♡ - You see countless fans at meet and greets and it’s impossible to remember them all, even if you make an effort. When some girl named Laura comes around, she’s nervous, trembling, chewing her nails. She can barely stammer out a greeting.

♡ - Hi. My name’s - my name is, erm. I’m… I’m Laura.”

♡ - You give her a sympathetic smile. It’s nothing you aren’t used to - in fact your manager ensures you and all your fellow idol bandmates are coached on how to deal with nervous fans.

♡ - You greet her, tell her it’s so nice to meet her, thank her for all her support. Nothing special, just what you tell every fan. Yet her eyes seem to light up, as her face goes red with a fierce blush. Security ushers her along, and she’s gone. You’ve forgotten all about her by the time the next person in the queue comes along.

♡ - And it would have stayed that way if she hadn’t come back.

♡ - Several fans later, you’re surprised to see her in the queue again. She’s just as nervous before, maybe even more so, and she’s wringing her hands.

♡ - She looks as though she’s about to burst into tears.

♡ - You chuckle and make a joke to try and cheer her up. “Back so soon?” You ask her, to which she gives you another nervous smile.

♡ - But there’s something off about it - too much teeth in her grin, her eyes too wide.

♡ - She says something to you, but it’s incomprehensible. You politely nod and try to rush her along, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

♡ - You see Laura a third time that night just as you are leaving. She’s sobbing and begging a security guard to be let in somewhere. Your manager ushers you away quickly.

♡ - It’s weeks afterwards and slowly you have put the strange occurrence out of your mind. These things happen - overzealous fans aren’t uncommon.

♡ - You sit down to open some of your fanmail, and scan over the first letter you pick up, freezing when you see the name underneath - Laura.

♡ - Thinking perhaps it’s just a creepy coincidence you open another, then another, then another.

♡ - Hundreds, all in the same writing, with the same colour ink, all signed Laura.

♡ - The postmarks on the envelopes show that many were posted the same day. Some are short, some are longer, yet all of them amount to the same message. You pick up the first letter again, this time reading it properly, your stomach twisting with nausea.

♡ - “I’m sorry I was a coward and couldn’t confess my love for you at the meet and greet. I was so nervous seeing you again. But I shan’t give up. We’ll find each other again soon. - Laura xxx”

Dividers Credit: See Pinned Post

[yoonsdoll]

a love worth waiting for - chs

content : bsf!vernon x f!reader ; a lil angsty but fluff & happy ending ; 1.5k words warnings : vernon curses like 2ce lol - you are the most important person to vernon, but is it requited? an : i keep going on random writing hiatuses for no reason even tho i have so many ideas idek someone sos!!

vernon has loved you ever since he met you. as cheesy as it sounds, its something he cant deny whenever his friends ask him about, something he rants for hours about to his sister, something he finds himself thinking about more often than not. 

he remembers it like it was yesterday, even if its been years. it was an unusual meeting; seeing a pretty girl on a walk in the middle of summer would usually be normal, if only he didn't trip on a rock and land awkwardly conveniently on your path… and then make a comment on how his sister has the same shoes as you as if you’d care.

but you did. you made sure he was okay and laughed at his comment, then blabbered something about how your boyfriend has a similar hat to him. and, oh. he should've seen that coming.

of course he should have. such a put together, sweet girl would obviously have lines of guys lining up at her feet (or falling, in hansols case). but that didn’t matter - you only just met, you’d probably become friends if he asked for your number, that would be enough for him.

and for the first few months it was enough. you hit it off great, messaging each other often and even hanging out occasionally… well, when your jackass boyfriend let you. he hated your boyfriend - no, despised him. it wasn't even a case of jealousy; more of a genuine worry, at least for a while. he made it vocal on how he doesn’t like how your boyfriend controlled your life, but obviously supported your choices anyway. who wouldn't? you became his best friend, he would do anything to see you happy.

behind the worry he presented, vernon was stuck.

“i don't get it, why would she be with him if he's so.. controlling and mean?” everyday he called his friends.

“she literally looks unhappy, i feel bad and.. i dunno, angry... is that stupid?” everyday he talked about it, about how he wants to help you and, well, about you. “shes so… nice and pretty and forgiving. dude, he really doesn’t deserve her.”

until one day, “i could treat her better.”

he accepted it. he knew it wasn’t fair, for him or for you. everything leading up to that moment that he did, he thought it was simply sympathy. he put on this friendly act to not hurt your feelings, but maybe it was to not hurt his own. you wore your heart on your sleeve. it was obvious you were in love with your boyfriend, not him. and no matter what he did, that wouldn’t change.

soon you noticed the same things that vernon begged you to see in your boyfriend for a very long time. the gaslighting, restrictiveness, the bored attitude, and when you drifted apart it was only a waiting game till you broke it off.

vernon was surprised that the way his eyes sparkled when you came to cry to him didn’t give him away. truthfully, he couldn’t care less about the way it all went down or what he told you while you broke up with him. what mattered was that you were out of the situation you were blinded in. 

“he was a fucking dick,” no brainer, “its unfair - y'know, someone you love being out of reach.” those words sounded awfully familiar.

actually, maybe to him what mattered more is that he finally could reach you.

“i still love him,” you mumbled between your tears as vernon cooed at you.

he should've seen that coming too, and he couldn’t blame you at all - ever. but why did it sting so much more than the first time?

when he searched for your laugh after making a joke, you were laughing out of pity. when he comforted you, you weren’t thinking about him and how he was always there for you, instead you were thinking about yourself. when home to him was wherever you were, home to you was wherever your ex boyfriend was.

you just lost someone so dear to you and he was being so selfish. 

you two breaking up should've been the greatest thing he has heard in months, but instead he suddenly couldn’t help but feel like there was a bigger wall between you both than ever. 

of course, you never had feelings for him in the first place. vernon knew that. but something in him always held onto the possibility of you ending up together. not anymore, not after those four words left your mouth. he felt stupid for ever even having hope.

he paused to think before he spoke - something he rarely ever did when he was with you. “i know you do.” shaking his head gently, he added, “your heart just got broken, its a fresh wound, of course you still love him.” did everything he say have to apply to him too? it was almost humiliating in a way.

“its embarrassing… im the one who broke it off, i shouldn’t like him.” right, you felt it too.

at the end of the day, no matter who he was to you, you recognised him as someone you could trust. you spoke your thoughts freely, you were always by his side, you were his best friend; thats something vernon failed to see. he understood now to expect nothing but appreciate everything. because after all, being your friend would always be enough for him.

vernon promised himself he wouldn’t do or say anything stupid for your sake. he knew breakups are tough, and he knew that feelings don’t change in a day. he loved you, so he never would blame you for anything negative you made him feel. he wouldn’t blame you because you didn’t know.

or so he thought.

because months later when you arrived at his door looking more nervous than usual with a small smile on your face, vernon couldn’t be more confused.

“its almost 11pm.. what’re you doing here…?”

you let yourself in, setting your shoes aside and placing your coat on the hanger before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the couch to sit down.

“is it true?” 

“...is what true?”

“is it true that you have feelings for me?”

was that a trick question? “i mean..” he cleared his throat with a harsh cough, leaving the room silent for a few moments that felt like hours. “is that really what you’re doing at my house at 11 in the evening?”

“stop it. stop avoiding the question. just answer me.” 

“where’d you even get that idea from? dude i mean, you’re my best friend so if you’re asking -”

“you know what im asking..” your hands felt clammy, suddenly regretting knocking on the door after debating if you should for a solid 5 minutes. “i’m.. not mad or anything.” you added.

this was the million dollar question. he felt scared. “ha..” he couldn’t help but scoff to himself, “yeah.” though his tone tried being confident, the lack of eye contact and leg jittering was enough to see how nervous he truly was.

“im… so sorry,” you stared at him with your nose slightly scrunched - a detail he noticed whenever you were upset. “what? sorry? pfft.. theres nothing to be sorry for.” you figured he’d say that.

“im sorry for not noticing it earlier. i feel like an idiot.”

“no.. i feel like the idiot.” he quickly butted in, trying to take the blame, “you shouldn’t have to ‘notice’ anything. i should have told you ages ago so we could get past… whatever this is. i was just being a pussy and i -”

you admired his dedication to try explain but decided to stop him. “no vernon, im sorry for making you wait.” 

making him wait? “what are you even talking about? you didn’t do anything i swear…”

“maybe you really are the idiot..” you suddenly smiled a little wider, catching him off guard, “i meant i'm sorry for not noticing my feelings.. for you.. earlier.”

if he was confused before, he was now completely dumbfounded. the frown on his face wiped into a completely new expression. one of certain shock and hope, but with an equal amount of doubt. 

“agh..” you groaned in fake annoyance, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “i’m telling you that i like you too.”

oh. for once, he didn’t see that coming.

“are you serious?” he mumbled out, struggling to process the consumed information, a million things going through his mind.

“no im lying.” you tilted your head, “obviously im serious, why else would i be here?”

“you’re right.. i don’t know why i said that.” he nodded, a smile forming on his own face, “im just… at a loss of words dude.”

he let go of a breath he didn’t notice he was holding, sighing from relief as he looked at you. no more words were exchanged before he moved closer to hug you. a hug of love, ease and joy.

“if so.. can i be your boyfriend?” he whispered in a happier tone than before, the previous fear moulded into delight.

“yeah. i’d like that a lot.”

[sunbleachedlottielee]

Thinking about Laura Lee inviting her teammates to attend church with her before nationals, expecting not a single one to show (after all, why would they? She sees the way they roll their eyes and snicker when she suggests a pre-game prayer) but to her absolute delight, not one, not two — but four Yellowjackets show up to mass.

Lottie is the first to show up, and she’s not sure why she’s there to begin with. Raised Protestant and even then only nominally, religion has never exactly been her cup of tea, but Sunday morning she finds herself dressed and in the church parking lot before she knows what she's doing. Laura Lee nearly tackles her with a hug when she finds the lanky brunette milling about the vestibule nearly 30 minutes early; the deacon's daughter, Laura Lee eagerly reserved a pew in the front center for herself and any teammates that might show. Lottie feels increasingly at ease as the bubbly blonde gives her the rundown of what to expect, but when Laura Lee takes her hand halfway through mass for the recitation of Our Father, Lottie's heartbeat is so loud that she would've sworn it was ringing off the rafters.

Nat follows shortly thereafter, sheepishly ducking into the church and quickly crossing herself with holy water from the font. When she notices Lottie’s quirked eyebrow as she slides into the pew, she shrugs and explains “I was raised Catholic,” but doesn't add that she hasn't been since she was a child whose prayers for the violence to end went unanswered. Laura Lee’s quiet parish is much different than the boisterous Italian-American church she grew up in, but the rituals are the same regardless. She looks a little out of place in an old dress she borrowed from her mom and her leather jacket over it, and (what she considers to be) a touch of eyeliner but despite the judgmental looks of nearly everyone around her, she's entirely sober for mass. She does, however, line up for a taste of dry red communion wine even though she vaguely remembers something about needing confession first — it may be a sin, but she sees it as a well-deserved treat.

Shauna and Jackie arrive together (as always) with the stragglers only minutes before mass is supposed to start. They actually got there before Nat, but sat in the car for nearly 20 minutes because Jackie was dragging her feet about the whole ordeal. When pressed about why she even wants to go, Shauna says she has a renewed interest in the “tragic saints,” but she really just thinks it’s a good idea to double down on the latter half of pull n’ pray. Jackie eventually concedes when Shauna plays the God forbid we do something that I want to do for once card, and tries to make it seem like it was her idea to go in the name of "promoting team unity."

Jackie prays for Jeff to break up with her before she has to break up with him; Lottie prays that the butterflies in her stomach, born of forbidden feelings, will drop dead. Shauna, who still doesn't quite know how you're "supposed" to pray, steals secret glances of Jackie with her eyes squeezed tight, kneeling next to her in the pew, and feels a wretched pit of guilt opening in her stomach as she recalls just one of ten commandments: Thou shalt not commit adultery.

Laura Lee is the only one who prays that the team will win nationals, but even she knows the New Jersey state champion Yellowjackets don't need divine intervention to come out on top. After all, her biggest prayer of all had already been answered.

[princebenvi]

trent + laura, circa 2003. the first time.

pt. 2

“there you are! was wondering where you’d got off to,” laura says, walking out to meet her fiancé on the front step to their house. “what’s wrong, love?”

“yes, sorry. needed some air,” trent says into his arms, crossed atop his knees.

she sits down next to him, mirroring his own position with her legs curled up to her chin. she nudges his shoulder.

“i. i’m sorry laura.”

“for what, love?”

trent’s stomach flutters and his heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest. hes gotta tell her. she deserves better.

“im… i think im… i think im gay.”

the two sit in silence for a little while. trent’s stomach feels like it’s going to turn itself inside out. he looks over at laura who’s facing the sidewalk in front of them, eyes closed. she opens her eyes and looks over at him, a small smile on her face, eyes misty.

“trent, we’ve been dating for years now. since university. we’re getting married, of course you’re nervous. it’s okay, i am too.”

“no, i-“

“i know it’s a big step and i know it’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay. we’ve got each other, don’t we?”

“… yeah. yes of course, love.”

“c’mon, i don’t want dinner to burn, let’s head in out of the cold.”

[introvert--weeb]

Could I please request a fem mitsuri!reader where all the guys in toman have a crush on. They get jealous when she starts fawning over takemichi and his friends

Hey! And of course! ☺️

I had to spend some time actually looking into Mitsuri since she isn't one of my favourite Hashiras but she is actually pretty cool now that I know more 😁♥️

And I do apologise for how long this has taken to come out 😅

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Misturi Kanroji!reader fawning over Mizo Middle (ft. Jealous Toman)

TW: mentions of gang life, flustered boys, violence, jealous Tokyo Manji members, canon event

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You were the girl that everyone in Toman wished they could date. Beautiful curves and a personality that could even make the most stubborn man smile. Everything about you seemed to draw attention from those around you.

The main executive members of Tokyo Manji (the captains, vices and commanders) were especially protective over you, although you could easily defend yourself. Your incredible physical strength was one of the main reasons why you were invited to join the gang. No-one would have guessed though as you hid it behind a child-like persona.

When you were introduced to Takemichi, the new member of the Second Division, you doted on him and his blue eyes. You even came up with a cute nickname for the new member, something that caused him to get flustered. Takemichi was not used to receiving attention from cute girls so all of this was a little overwhelming for him.

As time went on and events happened, you were getting more protective over the members of Toman. You would fight more fiercely during brawls and give out more affection afterwards. Hugs and compliments were becoming even more regular, not that the boys minded. You were their collective crush after all and any attention was bliss.

So when Takemichi had taken the First Division captain role and brought his Mizo Middle friends under him, they couldn't hide their jealousy.

You were constantly fawning over the new boys, nicknames and compliments flying from your lips constantly in their presence.

The Mizo Middle boys were definitely not used to have a girl, especially a super cute one like you, fawning over them in any way. Takuya and Akkun would simply get flustered and stutter out gratitude for the compliments, while Yamagishi and Makoto would try and act cool with huge blushes across their faces. You would simply giggle and continue the doting.

To say that the Toman boys were jealous was an understatement. In fact, they would constantly find ways to interrupt your time with the boys. Mitsuya would be the most subtle in his approach, joining in on conversations and changing the topic.

Mikey would be the most obvious with his jealousy. Don't think that he wouldn't march over and simply drag you away, using the excuse that he had important Toman matters to talk about with you. Which was strange since you weren't in a position of power within the gang.

Eventually, the Mizo Middle boys and Takemichi would catch on. They had a weapon that they could use against the top dogs and that seemed scary for them. After all, they chose life.

[hoffstrap-yuri]

A Small Observation

ao3 // masterlist

*Summary: A warm cup of coffee, a quiet rain, a person's life in her hands. Amanda was John's apprentice after all.

*Rating: E for Everyone

*Content/Tags: Gasshipping (Laura Hunter/Amanda Young), Pre Saw II, WLW Amanda Young, WLW Laura Hunter, Lesbian Amanda Young, Jigsaw Apprentice Amanda Young, Character Study

*Status: Drabble/Complete

Author's Note: A small request for an anon on tumblr looking for sapphic content. While there's not much there, I wanted something that hinted at Amanda pulling the strings earlier on in the game than the movie suggests so here we are! Also I liked finding out that Laura's actress was involved in making her more nuanced behind the scenes. So yeah, enjoy!

“And I will always love you.” The jukebox in the corner of the restaurant croaked out. There was a couple at a booth, and a few people sprawled across the counter seats. The song transitioned to something different and a bit more upbeat when the blonde approached the woman who was sitting alone.

“Anything I can get for you?” She asked with a smile. She flipped to the next page of tabs in her pocket book. The woman hardly looked up from the menu before replying,

“Just a black coffee.”

“I’ll be right back, just let me know if you want anything else.” She hooked the papers back into her apron and walked over to the coffee machine. The brown haired woman at the booth’s eyes shifted focus between the waitress and the raindrops that slid down the glass outside of the restaurant as she waited for her drink. Her head bobbed to the side as she saw a coworker of her waitress place his hand on the small of her back, only to have her squirm away from his touch. She didn’t really listen to what they were talking about, but he walked back to the kitchen soon after that. She came back, carrying a bowl over with creamer in it and dropped the cup off in front of the woman, “I know you said black, but just in case you changed your mind.”

“Thank you.” Her lip curled up at one end and brought the cup up to her face. The waitress turned back around, walking over to the other side of the counter to take another customer’s order. She shook her hand off from the heat under the table and looked at the cup for a second. It gave her mind something to focus on that wasn’t another game to set up, a trap to fix after Mark manhandled it… And her thoughts were drifting again. She took a deep breath and brought the cup back up to her lips when she knew the coffee would still be warm but not scalding. Nothing to write home about, standard restaurant coffee, but it was what she needed. She put one foot on the leather seat and rested against it before flipping through the laminated pieces of the menu for something. She raised a hand in an attempt to garner the blonde’s attention and the waitress walked back over to her.

“Changed your mind?” She smiled at Amanda

“Yeah, I’ll just take a plate of fries. And can I get a new ketchup bottle?”

“Sure, I’ll be back.”

“Thanks…” Amanda’s words trailed off as she realized it didn’t really matter what she said, the other woman was halfway to the expo window. She gazed as the girl talked up another co-worker of hers while waiting for Amanda’s food. Amanda absentmindedly bit her lip as she cocked her head to the side looking over her as she reached up and over the counter. A petite thing like her didn’t belong here. Neither did she deserve the ire of the Jigsaw Killer, watching over her like the grim reaper. Amanda whispered to herself, “Maybe… John was wr…” She couldn’t bare to finish the thought. It would destroy her. He couldn’t be wrong. Jigsaw doesn’t make mistakes. Amanda doesn’t make mistakes. No, underneath that bubbly exterior and smiles there must be something there that John knew she had done to deserve the test to come. He wouldn’t put an innocent into a game. Xavier was a drug dealer, Addison was a prostitute… surely she must have done something. The woman waved a hand at her co-worker and turned around to face the dining area. Amanda’s head moved slowly to face towards the entrance so as to not make it obvious she was surveying. When she thought no one’s eyes were on her, the blonde reached into the tip jar at the counter and plucked a twenty a customer had thrown in there about an hour earlier. Not daring to get greedy, she tucked it in her back pocket before turning to face the kitchen once more as the cook announced that the fries were up. She brought the plate over to Amanda with a smile, tucking her hair behind her ear after placing the food in front of her customer.

“Anything else for you right away?”

“Just some more coffee.” Amanda slid the cup towards her and with a nod she ran back to the machine. Amanda started to pick at the fries so as to give the illusion of eating. Another pass was made at the tip jar, this time pulling a five from the mix before finding its way back onto her person. In another life Amanda could have used someone as skilled in slight of hand as her. Someone that could’ve walked into Homeward Bound without so much as a trace and gotten the methadone for her. Just someone that cared about her and didn't see her as an item like Cecil had… but it was pointless for Amanda to think about now. She knew in her heart that John was right. That she belonged in the next game. She dropped the coffee off and asked about the fries,

“Everything okay?” Amanda nodded before replying,

“Yes.”

“Awesome, just let me know if there’s anything else I can get you” and she left like that. Amanda finished her things and went to the register to pay for her food. The blonde punched a couple buttons on the antiquated register before giving her a total. Amanda pulls out a couple bucks and a few coins before telling her to keep anything extra. “Have a good night!” Her hand brushed along Amanda’s for the briefest of moments as Amanda’s hand slid back into her coat pocket and Amanda’s face turned a soft red, turning away from the other woman. She walked around the block and hopped into her car before driving back to the warehouse. The flood lights were still on, John must be there. She walked in and stood before the man and told him,

“She needs to be tested.”

[peakyscillian]

This seems fun!! I wish you would write a fic where... Reader & Cillian are in college?!?! and he asks her out on a date they have thier first kiss!!

Sweethearts

Okay, so this is more than a drabble but less than a one shot!

Part of this post that I reblogged - send in a prompt & i'll add it to my list! -

Cillian was nervous to approach her, they'd been moving in the same friendship circle for years, but second year of college he'd started seeing her differently, the way she'd bite at her lip when she was concentrating, the way she'd throw her head back and laugh with her friends, the scrunch of her nose when she got an answer wrong in class.

Recently they'd been gravitating towards one another, whether it was during breaks or the walk home, nights out or house parties, they would end up together talking about music and films and how one day they'd do something to make a difference in the world.

Cathal had urged him to go for it, just ask her on a date what was there to lose? Cillian had scoffed his pride? Cathal wasn't having any of it, he'd seen the way she looked a Cillian, like he had hung the moon and the stars just for her.

So before the night got too out of control and she could accuse him of being drunk, he'd approached her, asked to speak to her outside, giving him a smile she asked him to help her up off the bean bag she had occupied next to Dermot.

He didn't let go of her hand, leading her outside into Cathal's back garden "what is it Cill?" she looked confused, he took a deep breath licking across his lips "ah fuck, you've made me nervous" he laughed shaking his head

She squeezed at his hand, "it's me we can talk about anything"  her smile spurs him on, he's holding both her hands now "was wondering if you would want to go on a date, with me?" He wanted to look away didn't want to witness her face when she rejected him.

But, a beaming smile took over her whole face, she looked so wonderful as she bit at her lip "I thought you'd never ask, of course I would"

He can't help but smile, "can I kiss you?" He asked, he didn't expect the quick nod of her head, he let go of her hands so he could cup her cheeks, dipping his head he pressed his lips gently against hers.

He felt her body relax into him, her arms snaked around his shoulders, he licks into her mouth, tongues pressed together, his hands falling to her waist to keep her against him.

Cillian pulled away first, to catch his breath she hadn't pulled away from him, she looked up at him with a giddy smile.

"Can we go back in? It's cold" she giggled, Cillian nodded, taking her hand again, he stopped before they enter the madness of the lounge area.

“Does this mean you want to be my girl?” He asked cursing himself for being so cheesy, but she giggled at him, fingers linked with his “of course I want to be your girl” 

Cillian feels like everything he's ever wanted has finally come to him, she looked up at him again, biting her lip, pressed onto her tiptoes to brush her lips with his, his arm looped round her back to keep her steady. 

They only broke apart at the sound of the crowd in the living room getting louder and Cathal is cheering behind them because ‘finally we've all been waiting for this!’

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[hellcheerficdatabase]

Save yourself, I'll deal with the devil.

Author: @bibiche007

Rating/Warning: General

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description:

Phillip Cunningham sighs as he looks at his watch, which reads 8:02 AM. The day had only just begun, and he was two minutes late. He looked at himself in front of his bathroom mirror. All he sees is a cowardly man. A man who will apologize, when his wife will get irritated in the kitchen, because he took two minutes longer than she allows, in the bathroom to get ready. He's disgusted when he sees his reflection. All he sees is a pitiful man. A failed marriage, an unhappy mistress, and kids who suffer.

He sighs one last time, ready to endure the music, and finally exits. However, something catches Phillip's eye as he crosses the hall. The door to his daughter's room is half-open.

Well, one of the reasons why Laura is such a nuisance these days is that things are getting out of her control. Her husband is cheating on her, her son isn't doing as well at school as expected, and her daughter has left her perfect boyfriend for a trailer park degenerate ( her words, not his).

And it just so happens that his daughter is sharing her bed, with the boy in question.

Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, hurt and comfort, angst, Chrissy needs a hug, we hate laura in this house, Eddie is a sweetie, fluff, Philip POV, outside POV, one-shot, drabble, status: completed

[p-perkeys]

"To the door, she walked.

Through the door, she walked.

Into the storm, she walked.

All of this, in more ways than one."

Alternate ending to the end of Wolverine #41.

Short and strange.

Enjoy.

[wicked-jade]

@allvalley100 Here’s my fill for the First and Last prompt. Laura and Johnny. TW: Character Death.

With her last breath, she remembers his first.

She remembers the cry echoing off the sterile tile. Her mother said it’d be a relief, hearing that first, plaintive wail.

But all Laura had felt was anxiety.

He’d been so loud, for something so small. She’d never felt more alone and helpless than when the nurse placed that squirming bundle of blankets in her arms. He cried, and cried and she hadn’t known what he needed, or how to give it to him.

She just wanted him to be quiet.

With her last breath, Johnny is silent. She wishes he’d cry.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

[dead-dove-yandere]

OC Intro - Laura

Fangirl Yandere

Female ♡ 22 ♡ Human ♡ Baker

TW: Obsession, unhealthy parasocial relationship, stalking, implied violence

♡ - You’re her whole world. You don’t even know she exists.

♡ - Laura leads an ordinary life. She has good friends, a good family. She works for a family friend in a cute little local bakery. She goes home and watches her favourite anime. She adamantly supports her favourite idol online, and that idol happens to be you.

♡ - Her love of the band you’re in, and especially of you is no secret to anyone. She has every album, keeps a small collection of photocards of you. She has posters and merch. She reposts fancams of you and makes wholesome heart edits, just like any other devoted fan.

♡ - She has a perfectly charming life. She never started out as a yandere.

♡ - But something is missing.

♡ - She’d always been the single friend. The last to leave the club, alone. The one buying the discounted chocolates the day after Valentine’s day. She never quite understood why, and her friends assured her it was just bad luck.

♡ - She really did try to believe that for a while. That one day her luck might change, and she’d find the one. But it didn’t stop her heart aching.

♡ - One day, luck does strike - your band is performing a concert near to where she lives. Her and her friends are ecstatic, planning what to wear, how to get to the venue, what to eat. Laura is buzzing with excitement.

♡ - The night comes and Laura is having the time of her life, screaming along to every song, whooping and cheering and applauding. She dances with her friends almost the entire night, just happy to be there.

♡ - Then it happens.

♡ - She swears she saw you make eye contact with her and smile. Even when others tell her it would have been nearly impossible for you to see her from the stage, she is adamant that she saw it.

♡ - Her whole world stops in that moment at the concert. She stares with an awestruck wonder, hardly able to believe it. Her heart is pounding so loud in her ears she can no longer hear the music.

♡ - In that moment, she realises why she had such bad luck with love. It’s because you’re her soulmate, and she is yours. You two were meant to be each other’s true love.

♡ - None of her friend and family notice at first that anything is different. The change is subtle. Watching music videos more often. More posters, more merch. She spends even more time posting about you on social media.

♡ - Even at work, she takes to sneaking to the back to check her feed to see if there are any new fancams or pictures of you.

♡ - It’s impossible to scroll through any tags about you without every other post being made by Laura.

♡ - Her friends first start wondering if something is wrong when her cutesy style of editing starts to warp. They’re still wholesome on the surface, but something about them is off. Too dark, somehow. They can’t quite put their finger on why though.

♡ - Laura tries to send a message introducing herself to your official page. You never even knew she’d sent anything - your social media manager wrote it off as spam and deleted it.

♡ - Laura’s a little upset, but not surprised. She understands there is still a lot of distance and obstacles between you both. But she knows you love her the same way she adores you, and that everything will fall into place as soon as you meet again.

♡ - There’s a meet and greet taking place soon near her home. She’s already spent far too much money on a ticket. She plans to confess her love to you right there and then.

♡ - And if her confession doesn’t work? Not to worry. Of course a fan as loyal as her will have a Plan B to finally be with her idol.

Personality

Laura started off as a normal girl but became a yandere after a perfect storm of heartache and an obsession with her darling, an idol. Very few would be able to spot that she is a yandere without a closer look, as she keeps it well hidden, but something always seems off about her. She seems withdrawn, stuck inside her own head where she dreams of her idol darling being with her. She’s sweet and caring, and loves to dote on her darling, often spending her time at work thinking about what pastries she’d bake to spoil her darling with. But she’s also determined and not afraid to get more aggressive if she needs to in order to get with or keep her darling.

Divider Credits: See Pinned Post

[yoonsdoll]

[ 21 : 13 ] - csc

content : bf!cheol x gn!reader ; fluff , comfort , drabble ; 0.6k words warnings : pet names (cheol uses the term 'baby') , sick reader - you come back home after a long day of work while being sick, seungcheol comforts you. an : its my first time posting here! im sick atm and all i can think about is soft cheol :(

[ 21 : 13 ]

finally getting home after a long day of work while being sick was the last thing you thought would make you cry. but how could you not? you were working for hours with your head pounding and your nose was stuffy enough to make you sit embarrassingly in the office while sniffling through the silence. in fact, coming back home was just what you needed, coming home to seungcheol who was sitting in the dark, watching a random tv show, his silhouette being all you could see from the entrance of the house.

‘y/n?’ he called out, slightly turning around to face the door which you have just come through, revealing his messy blonde hair and his soft smile that you could barely make out through your tears. putting down your bag, you manage to blurt out the words, ‘im home’ but with enough sadness in your voice for seungcheol to notice something was wrong.

his posture immediately fixed as he sat up, turning fully around to look at your figure that was standing still, so helplessly. ‘baby..’ he muttered worryingly. ‘come here…’

and as his words left his lips, you followed so slowly, moving closer to the couch and silenced tv (which seungcheol turned the volume off of when you walked in), and of course, your boyfriend. you dropped your body on the couch next to him and didnt dare to look him in the eyes, instead, keeping your focus on the fine details of the coffee table and half drunken tea which seungcheol must have forgotten about.

your boyfriend knew that you were having a hard time at work, all the days you came home and practically passed out on the floor were enough to have his heart hurting just at the sight of you, but he wasnt aware just how bad it got. he has been busy with work and you were too shy to admit that you were now also having a fever, you didnt want to burden him, especially after hearing him complain about his tiring dance practices or his busy schedule he has been having due to a new comeback they were preparing for.

‘y/n, are you okay?’

you could hear his shaky sigh as you didnt respond and instead burst into tears once more, this time not being able to hide your weeps. instead of forcing a reply out of your tired body, he just hugged you, so, so tightly. so warmly, that all the words he wanted to say were shown through the embrace. so carefully, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him (you were).

realistically, you knew that seungcheol loved you so much that he would do anything to take care of you. he would delay his practices or call in sick, he would make you all the tea you could ever ask for and rush to be the first in the pharmacy to pick up any medicine you needed. you knew that he would tuck you into bed and stay by your side as long as you wanted him to, all just to help you. he loved you, and that was the truth, you knew it was, but you truly didnt want him to worry, for you to become a chore, even though you were aware that would NEVER happen.

‘your cheeks are burning up’ he whispered as he gently pressed his cold hand against your right cheek, his thumb caressing it slowly, wiping the tears away. all you could do was give a weak cough as you continued to rest your head against his cold palm.  ‘are you sick? oh baby… you shouldve told me.’ he scolded quietly, but immediately gave you a concerned smile as he looked into your puffy eyes. ‘lets get you into bed, hm?’

[tragicallywicked]

Can you do BradleyLaura with "when did you start looking at me like that?"

NOTE: It started pretty sad but ended well, so I guess that's good? Also it's a random drabble as I don't see how or where it would fit in canon. So maybe it's just from a future fight? Who knows with this new season! If you have thoughts where this could fit, please let me know.

The dim light from a solitary table lamp cast a muted glow over the living room, casting shadows on the walls, mirroring the somber mood within the room. Bradley and Laura sat on opposite ends of the couch, a gulf of silence separating them. The distance was more than just physical; it was emotional, a chasm formed by months of miscommunication, heartache, and buried feelings.

The dim ambiance of the room seemed to magnify the intensity of Laura's gaze. Her hazel eyes, usually so lively and bright, now appeared stormy and tumultuous. Those eyes, that had once sparkled with joy whenever they met Bradley's, now held a depth of emotion that was almost too much to bear.

Bradley could feel every ounce of Laura's emotion as if it were a tangible force pressing against her skin. The sorrow in Laura's eyes spoke of countless nights spent in silent contemplation, perhaps wrestling with the decisions they had made and the words left unsaid. The yearning was even more palpable — a deep, gut-wrenching desire to bridge the gap that had grown between them, to find their way back to the connection that once seemed unbreakable.

Every time Laura blinked, Bradley felt as though she was trying to shield her from the raw vulnerability that threatened to spill over. It was as if Laura's very soul was reaching out, desperate to communicate the depth of her feelings, searching for some sign of understanding or reciprocity from Bradley.

The air between them grew thick, charged with a mix of regret, hope, and memories. Bradley found herself momentarily paralyzed, caught in the web of Laura's gaze. It was as if those hazel eyes held the power to draw out her deepest fears and insecurities, laying them bare for both to see.

But more than anything, Bradley felt the love. Despite the pain and the distance, the love still shone through, unyielding and persistent. It was a testament to what they had once shared, and perhaps, a glimmer of hope for what they could still reclaim.

Finally, unable to bear the intensity any longer, Bradley's voice broke the silence, raw and trembling. "When did you start looking at me like that?"

Laura blinked, taken aback by the question, her gaze dropping momentarily before meeting Bradley's once more. "Like what?" she whispered, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her knowledge of the answer.

Bradley's gaze held a vulnerability that Laura had rarely seen before. The usually confident and fiery journalist now appeared lost and fragile. "You look at me like you're trying to decipher a puzzle," Bradley whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

“You were always a puzzle to me, Bradley…” She tried to trail off, but Bradley cut her off.

“No, this is different.” She shook her head. "It’s like... like you're seeing a stranger instead of me."

Each word she uttered was laced with pain and confusion, a plea for understanding. The house, with its soft ambient lighting and cozy corners, suddenly felt cavernous, amplifying the distance between them. The silence that followed was a living entity, pressing down upon them both, making the air seem heavier.

Laura felt her heart splinter, the weight of their shared history and emotions crashing down on her. She took a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving Bradley's, each of them a mirror reflecting the other's pain. "Bradley," she began, her voice quivering, "It's not that I see a stranger. It's that every time I look at you, I'm reminded of the woman I fell so deeply in love with. The one who challenged me, laughed with me, and stood by my side."

Swallowing hard, she continued, "But now, it's like there's this fog, this... wall between us. It's obscuring the woman I knew, the bond we shared. I can still see you, but there's this barrier, this distance that wasn't there before. And it terrifies me because I don't know how to reach out and pull you back."

As the tear traced its path down Bradley's cheek, the soft illumination in the home seemed to catch it, giving it an ethereal glow. It was a testament to their shared vulnerability — a drop of emotion so pure, it felt like time itself had paused to bear witness.

Laura's heart ached at the sight, the intensity of Bradley's feelings, mirrored in that lone tear, tugging at her very core. The room seemed to close in around them, their histories, shared moments, and countless memories wrapping them in a cocoon of nostalgia.

Bradley's eyes, normally so full of fire and determination, were now pools of vulnerability, filled with a mix of pain and longing. The weight of their past, the good times, the laughter, the challenges, and the misunderstandings, came flooding back. Their journey had been marked by both passion and turbulence, and the depth of their love had often been tested by external forces and their own internal struggles.

The love they shared was palpable, a tangible force that had always been the glue holding them together. But now, with the weight of unspoken feelings and unresolved tensions, that same love felt like a double-edged sword — both their salvation and their curse.

Yet, in this heavy silence, filled with memories and unvoiced emotions, a tiny flicker of hope began to spark. It was fragile, like the delicate flame of a candle, threatening to be snuffed out by the slightest breeze. But it was there, undeniable and resilient. It was the hope borne out of love, the belief that even amidst the ruins of a relationship, the foundations of trust, understanding, and shared history could pave the way for reconciliation.

Laura reached out, her fingers gently brushing away the tear from Bradley's cheek. The touch was light, but it carried the weight of a thousand unspoken words, of promises and regrets, of love and pain. Both women felt the spark, that faint glimmer of hope, urging them to hold onto the possibility that, with time and effort, they could bridge the divide and find their way back to each other.

A heavy sigh escaped Bradley's lips as she met Laura's gaze, the raw emotion in her eyes speaking volumes. The distance between them, once filled with laughter and shared secrets, now felt cold and vast.

Laura blinked slowly, her eyes filling with tears. She swallowed hard, the weight of the silence pressing down on them. Without a word, she reached out, fingers trembling, to trace the outline of Bradley's face, her touch a silent plea.

Bradley closed her eyes, leaning into Laura's touch, each brush of her fingers reigniting memories. A tear slipped free, rolling down her cheek, a testament to their shared pain and the love that still lingered.

Drawing a shaky breath, Laura's hands moved to cradle Bradley's face. Their eyes locked, a world of longing and heartache reflected back at them. Words seemed unnecessary, the intensity of their gaze conveying the depth of their feelings.

“We've hurt each other so much, Laura. Mostly me. But you don’t know how much I love you, how much I want you. I do this, I fuck up things." Bradley said mid sob.

Laura's voice was thick with emotion as she responded, "And that terrifies me. I look at you, and all I want is to find our way back to each other."

Tears streamed down Bradley's face, her voice cracking with raw emotion. "I miss us, Laura. I miss the way you used to look at me, with love, warmth, and understanding. Now, all I see is hurt and regret."

Laura moved closer, the distance between them now almost nonexistent. "Bradley," she whispered, leaning over so their foreheads were pressing against each other "I love you. But love isn't just about the good times."

Bradley closed her eyes, engulfed in Laura and her scent. "I'm scared, Laura. Scared that we're broken beyond repair."

Bradley's heart raced, her emotions laid bare in front of the woman she loved deeply. Their shared space was dense with memories, a haunting reminder of both the best and worst times of their relationship. The warmth of Laura's breath against her face was comforting, yet the distance that had grown between them was palpably cold.

As Laura's fingers softly grazed Bradley's cheeks, wiping away her tears, she whispered, "I know. I'm terrified too."

Each word was heavy with emotion, years of built-up pain and longing spilling out in the dimly lit room. Bradley's voice wavered, "How did we get here, Laura? How did we lose our way?"

Laura's eyes, pools of sadness and hope, searched Bradley's for answers. “We both played our parts."

Bradley's hands found Laura's back, dragging her closer. The room was filled with the sound of their synchronized breathing, punctuated only by Bradley’s soft sobs.

"I don't want to give up on us," Bradley murmured, her voice filled with vulnerability.

Laura nodded, her face wet with tears. "Neither do I. But we need to find a way to heal, to rebuild, to trust again." Laura's eyes shimmered with tears, but her voice was resolute. "We may be in pieces now, but love has a way of mending the most fractured hearts. We just have to fight for it."

“I want you, that’s all I know. I’ve always wanted you.”

Bradley's words hung in the air, a raw confession that seemed to draw the oxygen from the room. The intensity of the moment was magnified by the dim light, shadows dancing across their faces as if echoing their own tumultuous emotions.

Laura's breath caught, every ounce of her being reacting to Bradley's heartfelt admission. "Even after all this?" she whispered, her eyes searching Bradley's for any hint of doubt.

Bradley nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Especially after all this," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two women sat there, lost in each other's gaze, the weight of their shared history and the potential for a renewed future heavy in the air. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the powerful bond they shared.

The world around them seemed to blur and fade as Laura's lips met Bradley's, a gentle collision of two souls yearning for a connection. Every ounce of their history, every emotion, every moment they had ever shared was poured into that kiss. It wasn't just a physical act, but an intimate merging of their hearts and souls.

Laura's lips were soft against Bradley's, warm and inviting, and yet there was an underlying intensity to the kiss, a raw and desperate need to communicate everything they had been holding back. It was as if, in this one act, they could bridge the distance that had grown between them, mending the wounds and healing the scars of the past.

Bradley responded with equal fervor, her hand moving to cradle the back of Laura's head, fingers tangling in her hair. Every hesitation, every doubt, every fear seemed to melt away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, needed, and loved. Their breaths mingled, their hearts raced, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

The weight of the silence, the depth of their shared pain, was momentarily lifted, replaced by the comforting warmth of their connection. The kiss was a silent vow, a pledge to fight for their love, to weather any storm together. It was a reminder of the strength of their bond, of the passion and intensity that had always been at the core of their relationship.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads pressed together, both women were breathless. The air around them was thick with emotion, the remnants of their kiss lingering like a tangible force, binding them together.

Laura's eyes fluttered open, locking onto Bradley's. There was a softness there, a vulnerability, but also a determination and a newfound hope. "I've missed this," she whispered, her voice shaky, "I've missed us."

Bradley's response was a soft smile, her fingers gently brushing away a stray tear from Laura's cheek. "So have I," she admitted, her voice filled with raw emotion. "But we're here now, and that's all that matters."

Laura rested her forehead against Bradley's, the two of them taking a moment to revel in their closeness. "We have a lot of work to do," Laura murmured, her voice filled with a mix of hope and determination.

Bradley smiled softly, her fingers gently caressing Laura's cheek. "I know," she replied.

[espresso-ships]

Drabble [Nacho reading Laura's poetry] Laura: Ya like it?? Nacho, not understanding a word but trying to be a supportive bf: Yes, it's amazing! Laura: So... What do you think it's about...? Nacho: ...Like, winter depression? Laura: Kinda! You didn't understand a word of it, did ya? Nacho: ...No