#the green is killing me😍😍

[wackusbonkus22]

Padme forced them to take a vacation in Naboo, and they are spending all of it in bed as they deserve🥹

[lovebugism]

for fictober could I request from the 50 autumnal prompts ‘when he wears THAT flannel’ with Eddie please?

we were so robbed of Eddie all boyfriend in soft cosy clothes. R wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of him and he’d love it come autumn when it’s all he wears.

ugh imagine him in like thick baggy sweaters and when he reaches up it just exposes a bit of tummy 😍 I’m like a Victorian seeing ankles

love you xoxo

hi angel! idk how i managed to make this angsty, but alas! hope you like it :D

summary: you and eddie try to get used to life post-vecna but it's not nearly as easy as you thought it'd be (post st4, established relationship, wee bit of angst tw for mentions of death and scars, 1.2k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

Eddie’s pretty much recovered by mid-fall.

Not totally. But mostly.

You think getting away from Hawkins helped the most — moving out of the city and settling further in the green. Even though everyone back home eventually understood that Eddie wasn’t the psycho-killing freak they made him out to be, things had changed far too much to ever go back to normal again.

Something’s break beyond repair. Something’s just can’t be fixed.

Not your Eddie, though. Eddie’s perfect. Damn near it, anyway, considering the circumstances.

He’s still got the nightmares and the phantom pains — even though he tells you he doesn’t. But he’s graduated now and helping Wayne at the car shop whenever he can. He’s taking the newfound normalcy in stride, spending early autumn with you and making you hot chocolate like nothing ever happened.

“You like marshmallows in your cocoa, right?” he calls from the kitchen, though he sounds like he’s talking mostly to himself.

You hear him, but you forget to answer. Your brain all but short circuits at how pretty he looks. 

You eye him from the couch while he bustles in the kitchen, and gutwrenching existentialism knocks the wind from your lungs like a fist to the stomach. 

You weren’t supposed to have Eddie again. You weren’t supposed to share a home like you always dreamed about, and he wasn’t supposed to make you hot cocoa or keep you warm when autumn got too bitter. 

A season or more ago, you were saying your goodbyes while he bled out in an alternate dimension. 

You haven’t yet forgotten how pale his skin had gotten or how glassy his chocolate eyes grew as the life spilled from the weeping bites on his stomach. The feeling of his blood, slimy on your hands and drenching your clothes, hasn’t yet left you. The red-hot blood in the unnatural navy blue cold still lives in your head.

But it’s only there. In your head.

And Eddie’s right in front of you — wild hair, baggy pajama pants, and all. You can smell the musk of his cologne and the floral of his shampoo. He’s real enough to touch. 

He’s real.

The realization hits you every day, all the time. It wells from your chest up into your throat and makes you feel like crying. Most people don’t get to say goodbye to their soulmate and eat Wednesday morning breakfast with them months later. 

You’ve got so much gratitude inside you, bursting like golden rays of sunshine, that you don’t know what to do with it all.

“Babe?” he calls again when you don’t answer. “Did you hear me?”

He pokes his head in the doorway, and your eyes go wide. “Huh? What?” you stammer, shaking your head to jerk yourself out of your stupor.

Eddie laughs, high and boyish. It sounds like heaven, and it pierces your heart. Six months ago, you never thought you’d hear it again. “I asked if you wanted marshmallows, weirdo.”

You nod rapidly and ramble an answer. “Oh, yeah. Sure. Thank you.”

“O-kay,” Eddie lilts, though his voice wavers with confusion. His grin widens and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t ask why you’re acting so suddenly strange. 

You wonder if he’s used to it by now. You wonder if he knows when you go quiet that you’re remembering that a part of you nearly died.

He returns to the kitchen and reaches for the upper cupboard. A sliver of his milky white tummy peeks from beneath his flannel. You can see the bites from here. They’re scarred over now, dark red and light pink and thunder-strike purple. It almost jars you how healed they look. The wounds are still fresh and weeping whenever you close your eyes.

Eddie comes in from the living room, balancing two mugs in his hands rather carefully because he’s filled them to the brim. He’s got his usual ceramic Campbell’s Tomato Soup cup in one hand and your sleeping Snoopy in the other. The innate domesticity makes your stomach whirl.

“You okay?” the boy wonders with pinched brows when he hands you your cocoa.

You nod with glittering eyes, mustering a faint smile up at him. The mug warms your chilled, trembling hands. 

“Mm-hmm… Why?” you question, though you’re more than aware of why. 

Eddie’s got a knack for knowing how you’re feeling before you’ve even hinted at it. You think he might’ve got mind-reading powers when you were in the Upside Down.

“I don’t know. You just looked a little… far away, I guess.”

“Just missed you,” you confess with a bright, innocent gaze.

Eddie snorts as he rounds the couch to sit next to you. “While I was in the kitchen ten feet away?”

“Yeah. ’S way too far.”

“Well, remind me to carry you with me wherever I go, then.”

You know he’s joking, but you beam anyway. You don’t want to be anywhere that he isn’t. You don’t want him to go where you can’t follow. 

Eddie takes a sip and smiles at your smiling. His grin is crooked and rosy and lined with whipped cream. He leans in to kiss you with it. 

You pull back from him, just far enough to wipe the melted sugar off with the pad of your thumb. You give him a smacking peck a second later.

With a kissed grin, the boy leans back against the couch with his arm sprawled along the back of it. You curl into his side like his own personal puzzle piece, nestling your mug between your bodies with one hand and settling your free one on his stomach.

Your fingers seem to gravitate beneath his fuzzy flannel without you having to think twice about it. 

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, either. His attention is consumed by the television — a Scooby Doo re-run he’s probably seen a thousand times. His chuckle rumbles against your cheek. You laugh along with him, made content by the sound of his boyish delight.

Your fingers dance through the fuzz of his happy trail, then settle on something softer. 

The marred skin of his warm tummy feels like silk. Before you realize what you’re touching, the boy beneath you jolts.

You nearly spill your cooling cocoa when you freeze alongside him. You part from Eddie with a gaping gaze, wide eyes darting over every inch of his face. You’re frightened that you’ve hurt him, but his pink grin only widens.

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?” you blurt. “I wasn’t— I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Eddie turns to you, then. His features are blurry with sleep, and they twist with confusion at your misplaced concern. 

“No,” he answers with the shake of his head. The softened ends of his chocolate curls brush your cheek. A laugh sputters from his mouth. “It just tickled, babe. It’s fine.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It wavers on the way out, but you manage a trembling smile anyway. “Oh. Okay,” you hum, breathless. 

“Yeah. ’S okay,” Eddie murmurs softly back, wrapping his pale arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and lingers there. “I’m okay,” he whispers into your hair.

[maseyfilms]

BABY FEVER – C.S.55

summary. turns out the rumours about y/n's pregnancy were right

pairing. carlos sainz jr x reader

warnings. mentions of pregnancy, social media au

a/n. that's a little short but i liked it, also: it is my first ever smau so i hope it isn't that bad!!! hope you like it<3

face claim: suki waterhouse (but you're free to imagine as you want it to be!)

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user1 Still not used with everyone calling her "Y/n Sainz", 2 months and i still can't believe they're actually married 😭😭

user2 i'm probably being delusional as always but is that a baby bump?!

user3 I SAW IT TOO OMGGG PLEASE TELL ME IT IS !!!!!

user2 I SWEAR IF THEY'RE HAVING A BABY IM KILLING MSF TO REINCARNATE AS THEIR CHILD FRRR

user4 y/n girlll what are u hiding from us??👀👀

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ynfanpage the bag in front of her belly in the 1st pic is definitely hiding smth

user2 omg stopp y'all are too delusional I don't think she's pregnant i mean, they're married for just two months and pregnancy before marriage is wrong

user3 to user2 girl are u on the 1800's💀💀

carlossainz55 The bag is pretty but not as much as you😍❤️

yourusername thanks love💗

landonorris that's so gross there's kids in the room yk

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anasainzvdec gorgeous!!!🥰

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charlesleclerc Thank you for the last photo, new trauma added to the list

carlossainz55 You're just jealous that I am better at diving than you 😎

charlesleclerc Just at diving right mate

landonorris literally can't wait to be the cool, awesome, pretty and favorite uncle🤩

carlossainz55 As if i'm letting my child be around you

charlesleclerc You're definitely gonna be second favorite mate 😉

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[sadhours]

Just this thought 😍..

Billy driving recklessly to scare you.

Swerving around, flooring it, loud music so he can barely hear your screams.

But it unexpectedly turns you on, like ALOT.

He teases you about it, says maybe he could help you with your new predicament.

I TAKE FOREVER BUT I PROMISE I’M GETTING TO EVERY REQUEST I HAVE :)

I loved writing this! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it ❤️

masterlist • requests are open

warnings: 18+ minors dni, this is practically pure smut, unprotected sex, p in v, a bit of name calling, body fluids, the usual stuff

The trees lining the stretch of road start blurring together in flashes of green and brown, your eyes glance go the speedometer to see Billy’s going well over the posted forty-five. The car heaves with a heavy foot teasing the acceleration, speeding up with a jerk only to reclaim the steady sixty six miles per hour. It’s a test, Billy’s eyes roll over to you in the passenger seat, a teasing grin pulling up one corner of his mouth. He must get the reaction he’s looking for because when you let out a little yelp and clutch the dashboard with your hands, Billy does it again.

“Jesus,” you exhale, shakily.

“What? You don’t like to go fast?” he taunts, eyebrows knit together in mock consideration.

That’s the thing. You liked it. It was terrifying in the most exhilarating way.

“It’s dangerous,” you press, reaching for the handle on the door for comfort.

Billy leans his head against the seat, turning to look at you and his eyes being absent from the road only worries you that much more.

“Billy! Look at the road,” you insist, “You’re gonna get us killed.”

“Relax,” he moves his hand of the stick shift for a brief second to squeeze your thigh, “I’m having fun. Live a little.”

He shifts gears and floors it, the force of it forces wind into car from the rolled down windows and your hair flies all over the place. It gets in your mouth as you scream, clutching onto the seat for dear life but Billy only turns the volume of the radio up louder, drowning out every petrified sound you make.

It’s not until he starts veering into the opposite lane that the excitement takes an unexpected turn. Arousal. It feels like your thighs are vibrating, heat radiates through them and you can’t help but arch your back as you lean your head against the headrest and let out a guttural moan. It was meant to be a scream and it’s a surprise to even you that it came out sounding much more heated. Billy’s fingers quickly turn the volume down.

“Jesus, you like this more than you let on, ya little fucking nymph,” he grits behind clenched teeth.

You’re floored, moving a hand to grab his bicep as you try to catch your breath. The fucker doesn’t let up, though. You peer over to see he’s pushing ninety. You know the Camaro can go faster and Billy would definitely try. He heaves a deep laugh, eyes looking up at you but you keep yours ahead. There’s a curve in the asphalt gaining, your palm slaps against Billy’s bicep while you squeal and squeeze your thighs together. He catches it at the perfect moment, slowing just enough to not throw his car off the road, but he definitely burns rubber, the smell of it filling the car and Billy pulls over off the shoulder.

“Get the fuck over here,” he demands, shifting into park and sliding his seat as far back as it goes.

You discard your underwear as he unbuckles his belt and undoes his jeans, shoving them to his knees and his cock springs out and slaps against his abs. You maneuver over the center console into his lap, he holds your skirt up and you’re quick to line his cock up with your entrance and sit down forcefully, ensuring he’s balls deep in a second. He grunts, fingers digging into your hips as he licks into your mouth. It’s rushed and chaotic but you relentlessly roll your hips, grabbing at his biceps for leverage.

“Fuck, Billy,” you gasp.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he preens, “such a good little slut for me.”

You feel his cock twitching inside you as you still for a second, overwhelmed with the heat of it all. It’s barely started but you’re already near the edge. The slow, husky drawl of his voice always urges you there.

“I’m your little slut,” you babble, voice pathetic and on the precipice of a cry.

“Yeah, you are,” he growls, his hips jerking up to meet your sloppy thrusts.

You feel so full and the fact that anyone driving by could clearly see what the two of you are doing is disturbingly encouraging. Billy shoves your shirt up over your chest and groans when your bare tits are exposed to him. He gets his hands on them, kneading and squeezing before pinching each nipple between his fingers. The sensation sends shockwaves right down to your clit and you let out a pleased moan.

“Billy!” you gasp out, gripping on his shoulders to help you confidently fuck down on his pulsing cock.

The noises he makes border on animalistic before you feel his hot mouth covering your sensitive nipple as he swirls his tongue around it. Your head falls back, focusing on how delicious it all feels, his girth stretching you out and the expertise of his tongue. It’s intoxicating, how an innocent midnight drive with him could turn into this.

Billy pulls back and swipes his tongue against his thumb before lowering it between your bodies to rub against your clit in excruciatingly slow circles. He uses his other hand to press against your shoulder and push your body back.

“Lean back,” he mutters, “Against the steering wheel… yeah, just like that, baby.”

With this angle, you both slow your movements. You lift off his thighs carefully before sinking back down, your eyes pinned on his face as you move. Billy’s eyes stay zeroed in on where he’s sheathed inside you, watching every drag upward as more of his cock is exposed to him before inevitably swallowed back up by your dripping core. He looks almost hypnotized, eyebrows knit together, small vein evident on his temple and his jaw hung open while breathless sounds fall out of him. A sudden boost of confidence courses through you, head going fuzzy as the realization that Billy is totally captivated by your body. It’s even more obvious as you feel his cock twitch on the next lift of your ass, only his tip remaining and you lower your chin to your chest so you can get an eye full of what’s got Billy looking so goddamn needy. You freeze your movements, whimpering when he quickens the pace on your clit.

“So fucking hot,” he mumbles, almost to himself while his eyes travel up your body and back down to where he’s barely nestled inside of you. “Keep moving, baby.”

You nod slowly and lower back down, building a languid pace. Billy preens, “Fuck, yeah… slow, just like that.”

You follow the face for a good while but you need a little more, so you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck and roll your hips a bit more erratically. You can practically see your orgasm an arms length away, it’s so close but not quite there and you kinda lose yourself in attempts to grasp it. You hear Billy chuckle softly, his free hand sliding back to grab onto the flesh of your ass and aid in your resilient movements.

“You gonna cum for me, doll?” he asks, throaty, “Gonna cum all over my cock, huh?”

Tangling your fingers in his curls, you nod frantically and squeeze your eyes closed as you teeter on the edge. It’s almost there, you can feel the beginning waves of it in your toes and the back of your throat. The sensation is bordering on overwhelming but you don’t dare back down, not with the way Billy drools onto his fingers and awkwardly angles his wrist so he can use the pads of his ring and middle fingers to stroke your aching clit.

He presses hungry kisses against your jaw and urges you with a low tilt in his voice, “Go on, cum for me.”

What sends you over is when thrusts up to meet your own sloppy thrusts and his are more reliable and exacting. A happy cry of his name falls out of your lips as you writhe against him, the relief of your orgasm cloaks your entire body but even when you’re feeling exhausted you don’t stop, you want Billy to cum. Want to feel it coat your walls and fill you up. Unfortunately, he’s a bit more responsible so when he’s seconds away from busting, he’s pulling up and shooting hot, white cum all over your stomach.

He deflates into the seat as he catches his breath, his hand opening the center console so he can dig around it for something to clean up with. He finds a napkin he’s tucked away and wipes up your stomach, smiling satisfied up at you as he does it.

“You always get so turned on when I speed?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Your cheeks flush as you pull your top back down, “No! Well… maybe.”

[meowzfordayz]

stressed — zenitsu, kyojuro, sanemi

Author’s Note: you ARE enough❣️ You ARE loved❣️ You WILL be okay❣️

stressed — zenitsu, kyojuro, sanemi

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I started taking a lot harder classes this year and it’s killing me and my impostor syndrome because I’m so slow compared to everyone else. It’s making me depressed/stressed so I wanted to request a pick me up request.

stressed — enmu, genya, muichiro

~faqs~

Lowkey gets stressed too 🙃

Does his best to hide it, but Zenitsu’s an open book, so it doesn’t stay hidden for long

Sometimes he’ll even sense your stress before you do

“Are you okay Zeni? You seem stressed.”

“I’m fine!” ☺️

…

…

*realization hits*

Zenitsu: Are you stressed? 🥺

You: Nooo, you’re stressed! 😒

Zenitsu: But I’m not? 🥲

You: Well your stress is stressing me out! 😖

Zenitsu: But I’m not stressed?! 🫠

*insert Spiderman meme here*

Affirmations

Once you’ve determined that you’re both adequately stressed 💀😂

Zenitsu brings out ✨The Jar of Affirmation✨

Aka your equivalent of scrolling through cheesy, inspirational social media posts when you’re feeling low

Zenitsu: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! 😍

You: YOU ARE CAPABLE! 😎

Zenitsu: YOU ARE SMART! 🤓

You: YOU ARE DETERMINED! 😤

It’s kinda cathartic to yell/be yelled at, y’know? 🥰😆

Lovingly, ofc

Your stress hits close to home for Kyojuro (imposter syndrome, inadequacy), but he’s unsure how to support you

Which is not to say that he doesn’t try

Bc he does try, a lot and often 🥺

But a pin pricking feeling that he isn’t quite cut out for comforting you frequently surfaces

“I can order takeout and build a pillow fort for us to watch a movie in together? Would that be okay?”

Your stress fades to a gentle, manageable pulse as Kyojuro’s tender doubt gnaws at your chest, your arms hugging him into your warmth as you murmur softly

“That would be absolutely perfect. Thank you for taking care of me.”

—

He still questions his ability to ease your burdens as you snuggle into his side, plastic containers and utensils spread out on the fluffy blanket beneath you, a thin canopy of cotton sheet and fairy lights billowing above

Could I have decorated better? 😕

Why did I make us sit on the floor?! 😞

But he allows himself a lingering, adoring smile when you begin making airplane noises, happily opening his mouth to accept your forkful of pad Thai

“I love you!” you grin, darting in to peck his nose

“I wuv y’u too!” he declares, the tips of his ears as red as his heart

He’s convinced that pad Thai’s never tasted so delicious

Knows your favorite snacks better than he knows himself, and won’t hesitate to walk to the corner store to buy you a lil snick snack

“Kyo, it’s almost midnight. I’m fine.” 😝

“Your stomach rumbled.” ☹️

“I can eat in the morning.”

“Fine.” 

…

…

“I shall wait until midnight, at which point it will be morning.” 😎

“What if I fall asleep before you get back?”

“Then I guess you will most certainly eat in the morning.” 😌

Doesn’t let you lift a finger, sometimes to the extent that your stress morphs to anger 🤪

“I said I was stressed, not incapable.” 😐

“Me helping you is a testament of my love, not a commentary on your ability.” 🤨

“You aren’t helping me! You’re infantilizing me!” 😖

“I in fact have not put you in a diaper nor made you suck on a pacifier.” 😃

“I will dye your hair while you’re asleep.” 😒

“Would a spa day reduce your stress?”

“No, but watching your reaction to waking up with green hair would.” 😌

“If you somehow manage to dye my hair without waking me up, then I guess I deserve it.” 🙃

“Could you at least let me wash my dishes? Or put toothpaste on my own toothbrush?” 😕

“No and Yes. Okay?”

“I want to tie my shoelaces too.”

“You can do one shoe.” 😉

“Whatever.” 🙄🥰

Gets you out and about

Whether it’s joining him on a grocery run or just walking around the block

Sanemi knows a change of scenery can refresh and remove the monotony of stress

He’ll even coax you into photoshoots

“Stop. You need a picture underneath that tree.”

“Wait, the sunlight is framing your face so beautifully.”

“Let’s take a selfie together.”

Not bc he loves being your personal photographer 🥴, but bc he sees how much you brighten at his softness 🥺

Sees how happy his explicit (albeit occasionally disgruntled) affection makes you

… maybe selfies aren’t so bad after all 

[spooky-dumb-ass]

Some random itadori and sukuna headcannons :)) part 3

might suck ass idk

part 1 ; part 2

Itadori Yuji

Ah yes, Mr. Left right, goodnight cinnamon roll sunshine golden retriever ultra pro max.

To make everyone around him laugh he makes fun of sukuna, like a lot. (sukuna bites him with his weird palm mouth)

Avid pitbull and bruno mars listener dont ask me why

Look i know i said cinnamon roll sunshine ultra pro max but get bro in a cod or valorant lobby and hes changing like the gif i used in my header, somehow he has the best roasts and he almost always says it unintentionally

Has a million playlists

he trolls gojo however he can (A for effort) but fails cause either gojo already did it to someone or knows what hes upto

He one wore nanamis tie to seem "cool" like nanami and pretended to be him with coffee and shit. He spilled coffee on nanamis tie. He was killed for the 2nd time.

Calls himself a 'sigma male' and unironically watches sigma male videos on youtube (his sigmaness leaves whenever he sees Jennifer Lawrence)

He and Todo whenever they see someone with a big ass or smn they say GYATT or smn💀💀💀 idk

Ryōmen Sukuna

Sukuna when i catch you sukuna, sukuna WHEN I CATCH YOU. Ahem, anyways (his hcs are based on him entirely and not on which body hes taken)

So king of curses, dresses like a king really, he probably wore grand cloths back in his time (old man) he technically has a good fashion sense but that was during his time

Aside from being extremely degrading (not that way) he can be kind of motivational its like he subtly urges people to come to his level, he definitely likes the challenge they'll impose and he appreciates the genuine talent and power.

He mentioned he was an unwanted child (deserved), so im assuming he lived on the streets. Then he probably learnt how to sew or knit clothes. Honestly might seem like a stretch but if he wasnt a villain he'd be a great fashion designer idkwhy.

Likes animals (green flag.)( also me choosing to ignore his 99 red flags 😍)he def knits cloths for his cats

Good singer. will not elaborate further

has a crippling fear for mundane things like idk dirt or smn

actually does really good origami and pottery, look hes creative ok, if he didnt get rejected from art school gojo wouldn't have been a kitkat today

[tarjapearce]

Hear me out the book of life x bbg miguel 😍 it could either be like La muerte reader and xibalba Miguel and if that’s to ooc for Miguel then Manolo Miguel and Maria reader🙏 I feel like it’s a little ooc either way but PLSSS😞🙏

🤭 It's fine dear. I think, Miguel would do a great job as El Catrin, I feel his personality is more inclined to go with it, and the reader, well, Xibalba. Mischievous, kinda tricky but still so so loving and a softie for him :')

No proofread, just randomness ahead

"Why would I want to rule the Land of the Forgotten?" Black wings tucked behind your back as you stared at Miguel. Red eyes blinked unamused at you.

"Why can't we share? I could do a pretty good job too."

"Mi cielo, Who would watch over the land? You have the talent for it."

"You're just saying that cause you don't wanna share. The Land of the Forgotten is boring! With capital B! Nothing ever happens. It's so depressing all the time. No colors, nothing!"

"It's your realm. You're there cause you cheated on a wager." His finger flickered your nose.

You groaned in annoyance. Of course you would try and ask but to no avail. His decision absolute.

"Let's make a wager then." Smirking you planted yourself before him, his nose flared softly but waited for you to finish.

"A wager?"

"Yes. A wager . See those two boys there? They're always fighting for that girl's attention. And you and I know that only one of them will come out victorious."

"And?" His eyebrow quirqued.

"If my boy wins, I'll have your land. If the other boy wins?-"

"You'll stop meddling with the affairs of men" He caressed your cheek before disappearing.

"But it's the only fun I have left, my dear! You scared of not winning?" Your fingers walked over his chest and smirked.

-----

The wager was on. He had blessed the boy he rooted for with a pure heart, but you on the other hand had given the little jerk of a kid, an ominously beautiful looking black and green medal. The Eternal Life Medal. Whoever wielded it could be no harmed not killed. Your plan had been on a roll without any signs of stopping. Now everything you had to do was wait.

----

The two boys turned into men, both persuing their passions. Yours turned into a respectable and famous soldier that always ended up living to tell the tale thanks to his magic medal none knew about. And Miguel's boy had grown into a famous bullfighter. Even though both were different the love they had for the girl, now a lovely looking woman, remained the same.

But you had seen the hesitation in Miguel's part of the bet. Despite him being a famous matador, he didn't wish to inflict any more pain in the poor animal. He wanted to sing.

The woman seemed impressed by his act of mercy. You would have to step up in your game if you wanted the Land of The Remembered.

----

A two headed sneak had bitten Miguel's boy, he had gladly took his role among the dead if that meant to rescue his beloved.

A rare sight among the perverse humans. A pure heart. Of course it was cheating, but it'd make you one step closer to be the ruler of such wonderful and colorful land.

---

Your name echoed through your old realm as Miguel roared, full of anger. He had discovered what you had done.

"Repugnante hija de burro leproso! Hiciste trampa. Otra vez!" ( You misbegotten daughter of leprous donkey. You cheated. Again!)

"I did not do such thing!"

His boy was there, facing you, needing answers. And so was Miguel.

---

You had put Jim through his worst fears, a maze that somehow he was able to decipher, and the final test. El Toro. (The Bull)

A manifestation of every single bull slayed by his ancestors.

-

Miguel's boy had won the wager. You were to return to your realm.

"I believe you've won the wager again mi amor. Just like my heart, all over again."

His eyes softened and a bony finger was brought to your chin.

"I'm really sorry my love. Would you ever forgive me?"

"I do"

He pulled you closer to give you a deep kiss as the skies exploded in colors.

-----

(Love this movie btw 🥹❤️)

[afairytalestray]

OK so on Saturday I got to go to Milan to see the Cats Il Sistina tour and HOLY GOD IT WAS AWESOME. I'm glad I studied the character designs in advance because a lot of the costumes are really different. I'm not typically a huge fan of nonreplicas but Il Sistina may well change that!

I've compiled my thoughts on the show here! Nb, I do not speak Italian so I'm not sure how close to the original lyrics the translation is 😅

There were no green goggles, but the Cats did come in through the audience. I had an aisle seat and Cassandra walked right past me! She was right there and so beautiful omg.

I've gotta get in right at the start that Simone Ragozzino is my new all-time favourite Mungojerrie. The most ever! A little guy. He got most of the acrobatics that Tumblebrutus usually does - apparently Simone used to be an acrobat/gymnast so that makes sense. He and Rumpleteazer were sufficiently chaotic but also clearly valued and beloved members of the tribe. Idk man Simone just got it. Tumble-jerrie ftw. 

The cathedral from "round the cathedral" was changed to a Colosseum reference which I loved 😍

I'm obsessed with Demeter’s makeup from this tour actually. I'm personally not the biggest fan of cryptid-style makeup and looks in Cats in general, but I feel like Deme was balancing just on the edge and it really worked and I loved it. Maybe it was Viviana Salvo's acting as well - she was fabulous at toeing that line between stunning and unnerving!

Tugger and Munkustrap were super close! Munk was less annoyed by Tugger’s antics than normal and they did this thing at one point where Tugger was holding onto Munk who leant fully backwards off the edge of the stage - it was like a trust exercise and I was a fan. Their rendition of Old Deuteronomy was lovely and their voices worked so good together! Tugger was definitely Munkustrap’s second in command of the tribe. I wish Tugger was a bit more Tugger in appearance, he seemed very yellow with not a lot of detail on his costume, but the personality was hundo p present and accounted for. He did the "bite is worse than your bark" line in Jellicle Songs and legit barked at the end.

Jennyanydots was fabulous! Instead of a big coat she literally wore a giant ball of wool, and one of the props was giant knitting needles and the start of what might have been a giant scarf - it took 6 of the Cats to carry it. It actually worked super well for Milan, which is known for fashion and fabrics - there's even a giant sewing needle sculpture outside Cadorna Station! It was probably a happy coincidence but I enjoyed it!

Victoria's role was changed quite a bit, her solo was totally different and the pas de deux was gone. There also kinda just... wasn't the big small first touch Vic and Grizabella moment, which I was sad about, but if Griz's big moment wasn't "TOUCH MEEEEEE" in the translation, I'm not so bothered by it. I wish Vic had a bit bigger of a role because I love her, but she was killing it whenever she was on stage.

We are all stan pink Jemima, she had such a lovely voice too. Her and Alonzo were playing with a tennis ball during the interval and it was adorable.

My beloved Coricopat and Tantomile were lying in the Mouth of Truth prop after Moments of Happiness; they had their usual role of translating Old Doots through Jemima so I thought their placement here was deliberate! They weren't always fully in sync which I kinda liked, it was like they were allowed to be their own characters rather than just "the twins". I definitely got the impression that Tantomile was the older sister which hella backs up my hcs about her!

Gus was absolutely WILD. He comes in after Jellylorum has done her whole first part of the song in this raggedy old tradiotional Sherlock Holmes-style beige plaid coat instead of being there but kinda out of it the whole time. At first he wasnt keen on replaying any of his roles, but then all the others were like please please please and he relented. I think they were calling him (or his role) Romero? Idk if that's an Italian reference I just don't get? They did Pekes and Pollicles (one of the above had been changed to chihuahuas!) and then the bold Rumpus/Romero appeared... in a red satin bath robe and holding a sabre??? I need to look up this reference! Dude didn't just intimidate the pollicles, he straight up cut a couple of them down with his sword! Grandpa woke up and chose violence 😂

There was no trash train in Skimbleshanks 😭😭 there were giant glowstick things that changed colours though. Skimble and Bustopher were played by the same actor which is a combo I haven't seen before. Skimble was definitely still everyone's favourite train dad, all the characters were totally hyped for his song. HE DID TAP LIKE IN 2019. It was really cool how they did it, all the music stopped and he started a call and response tap dance with some of the other characters. The background showed an animated video of going through a train tunnel, like from the perspective of a train driver! The tap was gradually speeding up and became the sound effects of a train setting off and moving through the tunnel. I'm not explaining this super well but it was SO cool.

The Macavity Fight was quite different. There wasn't him disguised as Old Deuteronomy and then unmasked. What happened was he showed up and caused some shenanigans and then disappeared. There were about 4 of him around, so it looked like he was teleporting around the stage and audience! Bombalurina and Demeter performed his song which was absolutely fantastic (seriously how do these actresses actually manage to dance like that and sing at the same time?? Goddesses), after that he showed up again and the full cast was involved in the fight. Munkustrap still got the good choreography, but the whole tribe was involved trying to protect Old Deuteronomy. Tugger was definitely a protector in this production, he was very involved. Jerrie got KO'd a good few times, and Macavity absolutely destroyed poor Jenny! It felt like all of them were trying to protect their family and I really liked that. Despite that, Macavity was still able to win and successfully kidnap Old Doots!

"Mungojerrie, RUMPLETEAZER, Griddlebone" they let my girl do crime again!

Mistoffelees and Quaxo were besties, and Misto was REALLY enjoying Tugger's song I'm just saying. Delighted to announce Il Sistina Misto was a fruity little guy. He didn't get the terrible bore line, sad face, that went to Quaxo, but tbh idk how they translated that so it could be totally different! At one point Alonzo was holding him back at the start of Tugger’s song! We then saw a sponge-like Misto who picked up behaviours from the others around him, like he wasn't too sure of himself. This is actually one of my favourite Misto hcs so i was so chuffed to see it so clearly. He then helped Alonzo rein George (at least I think it was George!) in from going mental fanboy at Tugger. He was originally curious about Griz but then adjusted to hissing upon seeing the others. This fully went forward into his song. They did some big choreo changes. It was significantly less dance-heavy than traditional Misto performances and had a stronger focus on him being magic. There was a levitating box that they spent a lot of time with - Magician's Assistant Cass got in, but then she didn't disappear? She just popped back out again after the box had been rotated a few times. Some of the Kittens were waving their hands under the box to prove there was nothing holding it up and looking amazed which was adorable though. There was also a bit where Misto put some cards into a hat, the hat got passed down a line of Cats and then at the end they just sort of flew out? Like idk maybe they changed the lyrics where they're describing different magic tricks and it all makes sense! I THOUGHT THE CONJURING TURNS WERE GONE, but they were just moved to the very end of the song and cut down quite a bit.

Ok BUT LISTEN, à la 2019, the poor boy tried and failed twice to bring back Old Deuteronomy and then just sort of flopped in the corner all defeated but then BOYFRIEND TUGGER HELD HIS HANDS AND GOT RIGHT UP CLOSE AND WAS LIKE I BELIEVE IN YOU BABE and omg for real those actors knew EXACTLY what they were doing Tuggoff nation RISE. I'm always a red-sheet-turned-cape stan but I can definitely get behind the sparkly tail coat and playing card bowtie. He also had this handkerchief that he threw up in the air and it became a magic wand. I have no idea how and it was very silly so obviously I loved it. Although I wasn't massively into the choreo changes (ballet dancer Misto 5eva), Pierpaolo Scida was a magnificent Misto and I adored him - he was so cute! The little background actions and looks he did were so in character with how he interpreted Misto! Also he was beautiful you can't change my mind.

Malika was such an intense Grizabella - 10/10. She was proud but so vulnerable. She walked right past me when she first came in and lads, she did the whole show in these massive stilettos - absolute queen. At one point it literally rained on her on stage! During her first Memory, Old Deut was really watching her, and at the end of it he approached her, but she ran off when she saw him. I thought it was a super cool character moment, like she knew she wanted to be accepted, but wasn't quite ready for it. Even after the big Memory and Old Deuteronomy declared her the Jellicle Choice, Victoria approached her, but she was still too scared to let her, and it was Jemima who finally was able to reach her and bring her in. At the end she just kinda disappeared off stage - there were no flying tyres or magic stairs in the circus tent!

During the bit after the bows some of the cats were out in the audience and Tugger scared the absolute crap out of this one woman by poking his head in between her and the person sitting next to her. Iconic. Also during the latter part of the interval the audience was allowed to come up to the edge of the stage where some of the actors were goofing about in character. This mf pretended to cough up a hairball and now I have it on video. I also got some close ups of Teazer and the beautiful Bomba!

The Italian Junkyard was fabulous! It was mostly roman landmarks like Piazza Navona and Bocca della Verità, but there was also Michelangelo's David (which I'm pretty sure is in Florence) above the orchestra! There was also a giant marble foot, an Italian-style water fountain, and a broken column. My favourite prop was the bench, it's elevated at the back left of the stage and the cast were using it like a slide to enter the stage! Also it seemed to be Misto’s preferred location to lounge.

In conclusion, I will never get over this.

[hiimtheproblem87times]

AvM/A Ships & Headcanons

those who are about to be more confused with the Comics i'm Making in the Future, Here...

• Yellow × Blue

Yellow is 19 years old

blue is 18 years old

they both switch, nobody tops

They use Pet names, blue most

yellow is an Engineer, smartass with technology

blue loves cooking but potions is his fav thing to do

ACTS like parental figures to red,green & tsc

but green is their practice child

green loves being third wheel ✌️ (he gets free food)

"COME ON GREEN, GO TELL PURPLE >:D" -blue

"Love must wait, green." -yellow

• Green × Purple

Green & Purple are both 16 years old

green loves to swing alot with his fishing net, listens cunt music, skilled fighter

purple loves to send flowers to their mother, flying tricks, being royal-ish

Green loves to visit purps every night

This summer, purple is moving to another City (for the whole summer)

Purp's love to visit the CG

Everytime Purple visits, Green would just run & jump to give purp a huge hug (they're used to this)

Purp is a Designer, smt like Wings, Dresses & Suits

Funt fact! Purple is the One who designed the Mercenaries Suits! Vic was their Special Visitor :)

• Red

Red is 15 years old

probably the youngest of the gang

Goes to monster school if he feels like it

best bud is enderman

i like to think herobrine is like a parental figure to red

troublemaker

owns a animal farm

Worse homie is green

• The Second Coming

Sec is 17 Years old

Leader but Sleeper

Sleep addict

Theory that he's both Vic & Cho's Return

Best homie is Green

• F! & C! Victim

theres actually 2 seperated bodies of Victim

i drew their designs so that you will know which one is C! & F!

More headcanons:

• F! Victim :

Ageless

any pronouns

Worried if one of his cult members is missing

They love talking to Orchid (no ship >:0)

agent is the one who spotted them

Huge crush on agent (f!vicagent fans where you at)

Rocket corp calls them "The rocket ghost" bc they keep haunting the place

is one of C!Vic's clones

• C! Victim :

call by He/they/them

32 years old

Coffee addict

Brandon rogers energy

"Move Bitches, im the CEO of Gay" -Victim

• Victim × Agent

again, Victim is 32 years old

Agent is 34 years old

Old men yaoi ahh couple

SECRETLY dating

Both of them Like to stay up at night so they can hang out (until 2am)

They like to tie Each-others hair bc its their love language :D

physical touch is their second Love language

agent got nightmares from F!Victim

C!Vic didn't know F!Vic exist

agent is the head mercenary

1 time they made out (should i do it again)

• Hollow Siblings

(Big reminder that TDL Ain't their Sibling)

Family Energy :

Chosen is 28 years old

Second is 17 years old

Vic is 32 years old

Victim is also their sibling

Dark is NOT (He's just created to kill Chosen)

FV Family Sibling Energy 🎀

Second is Vic's Fav

Cho would just tell Sec to ask Vic for Money (Always Works)

But... When making Comics.. :

Cho & Sec dosen't know C!Vic is their sibling

C!Vic also dosen't know too.

• ChoDark

Again, Chosen is 28.

Dark Lord is 26 Years old

Theory that Dark created the Virabot so no-stick or cursor can hurt him and chosen

Wanna know how horny is Dark?

their fav tango is "Masochist Tango" Cuz they get to beat the shit outta each other

Divorce & Re-married Bitches 😍

• Rocket Corp

Primal is 100+ years old (cuz caveman)

Prime is immortal

ballista is 29 years old

Hazard is 30 years old

primal & ballista have like a platonic relationship (Rarepair)

"He makes me laugh." -Primal, describing ballista

They have This Energy Every week

Vic probably made the workers (Theory)

• King Orange

King is 31 Years old

he likes to Cook

he likes to Read

Humourous Dad

He had Dreams & Nightmares of Orchid

"i miss my child purple, i miss my kid so much :'("

• CG & S!Alan

Recap : 17 years old, 15 years old, 16 years old, 18 years old & Yellow is 19 years old

Alan is Probably 35 Years old..?

Codell Family Energy

more worried Around Red cuz He's the Youngest

Alan has 3 Family Jobs (The CG, Hollowheads & IRL)

Pretty sure this i all i have... for now, thanks for reading :)

[sleepysturnss]

LIPSTICK - Nate D.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

summary: you and nate have been dating for years, and you two are basically the perfect couple. nate decides to take a pitstop on the way home from shopping.

warnings: ALL FLUFF NO ANGST😍, kisses, cute ass flashbacks n some dancingg❤️

enjoy!! xx ❤️

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

i smiled, pinching the tip of a lipstick case, inspecting it before sighing and putting it back in its place.

“whats wrong with that one? i think itd look lovely on you ma.” my boyfriend, nate sighed, placing his hands on my shoulders as he walked up behind me.

“too dark.” i sighed, picking up a few more, repeating the process.

“too light”

“too sparkly.” i scrunched up my nose, shaking my head.

nate watched as i picked through the hundreds of lipstick shades and sizes, occasionally coming behind me and shoving his face into my neck, his way of telling me to hurry up.

“nate i promise ill be done soon” i mumbled, ruffling his brown hair through my red nails, he smiled, leaning into the touch.

he was such a needy boyfriend, like…almost anyone who knew him would think that he couldnt care less about physical touch or quality time, but i knew that he craved that shit.

anytime i was at his house, he was holding me, kissing me, doing anything he could to feel my body heat against his.

like a puzzle piece that just fit, and without him i was just an incomplete puzzle.

like i was almost whole, but there was one piece missing, right in the center.

i liked to say i hated it, his clingy behavior, but i dont think i could live life the same without it, its become part of my life.

nate was wrapped around my heart.

he held it in his soft hands, he could drop it at any moment, but i knew he wouldnt. he would never.

the second he got it, he swore to never let it go, and he stood by his word. he has for three years. ive never met anyone like nate, and id like to think he feels the same about me.

he always knows exactly what im thinking, he can read my thoughts like your reading them right now, its quite impressive actually.

its one of the things i admire most about him, and he doesnt really have to try.

“mama, look at this, it would match your pretty nails.” he smiled sweetly, grabbing a gold lipstick case, holding it up for me to see.

he flashed his puppy eyes at me, like a golden retriever.

i didnt even look at the color before i was handing it to the woman at the register. the look on his face was quite literally priceless, his smile was so cute and genuine there was no way i wouldve said no. it could be a green lipstick, and id have still gotten it.

“you didnt even look at it ma” he whined as i handed the woman my card,

“im sure its perfect nate. besides im just ready to be home.” i shrugged, taking the small bag from her and interlocking out arms.

he smiled, sighing softly, finally being able to get my full attention.

once we got in the car, i connected my phone to bluetooth, hitting shuffle on my playlist.

i smiled when the soft hum of the music play throughout his car, k, by cigarettes after sex.

the muffled rumbling of his worn down honda made the song even better.

his car.

it was the shittiest car i had ever seen.

but i loved it so much.

there were so many memories in this ugly ass car. i always gave him shit for it but i think id kill him if he ever thought about getting rid of it.

“i love this song.” i muttered, running my thumb over his hand. i hadnt even realized he was holding it, it just felt so natural.

“i know you do.” he smiled, glancing at me before shifting his gaze to the road.

“oh really?” i smirked, tilting my head.

“how?”

he rolled his eyes, “you know why.”

i smiled, “yeah i do.”

-

senior prom.

he took my hand, leading me out onto the gym floor.

“i fucking hate this.” i mumbled, scrunching up my nose at the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed.

“i know mama, but you look so beautiful in that dress, and your perfume smells like heaven.” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.

i could not feel my body. the ammount of nerves he gave me made me higher than any ammount of weed i had ever smoked.

i had the biggest crush on him.

i had the biggest crush on my boyfriend.

and he had the same feelings for me.

“i love cigarettes after sex” he mumbled, tearing me from my thoughts.

“what?” i hummed softly,

“i said i love cigarettes after sex.”

“me too” i smiled.

but i could tell that something had changed,

how you looked at me then.

-

i smiled at the memory, almost not realizing that he had skipped the turn onto his neighborhood.

“nate, you missed the…”

i paused, grinning at him as i realized what he was doing.

he smiled back at me, eventually parking his car by an abandoned barn house.

the house we had passed so many times when we were sixteen.

the house that i had always dreamed of owning. dreamed of owning with nate.

however now, it wasnt the same. it had been burned in a fire about a year ago. i was so upset when i found out, it seems silly, but that was like my teenage dream.

i had watched my teenage dream die right before my eyes on news channel five.

but none of that mattered, because i didnt need a white picket fence to prove that i was in love with nate, we both knew that.

eventually, we got out of the car.

he led me down the hill, the little weeds clinging to my sweater, the ends of my jeans lightly coated in the mud that was layered below the pretty green grass.

my stupid converse that i wore to senior prom.

the stupid converse that he had bought me on our very first date.

a size too big.

they still fit. three years later,

they still fit.

we stopped at the bottom of the hill, there was a pond not too far from us, there were still a few stray ducks.

he took my left hand, then my right, pulling my arms around his shoulders, his arms rested on my waist.

“i remember when i first noticed that you liked me back.” he hummed the lyrics of the song we danced to in higschool, swaying us slowly back and forth, the tall grass rubbing against my baggy jeans.

“think i like you, best when your just with me…and no one else.” i whispered, pressing my forehead against his, like we did a few years ago.

“i still get butterflies from you.” he whispered, smiling softly.

“ive still got a crush on you.” i whispered back, the corners of my lips curving up.

“your smiles still as beautiful it was when we were in eighth grade.” he mumbled, playing with a strand of my hair.

“your eyes are just as pretty as they were when we were sixteen.” i tilted my head, my eyes subconsciously falling to his lips.

as if he read my mind, he had leaned forward slightly, pressing his lips against mine.

it wasnt rough or forced, it was the perfect kiss a person would imagine.

like the ones in the movies.

the kinds you read in books, that you laugh at when they say their boyfriends lips fit perfectly together.

i used to laugh, but it really is true.

nate was my puzzle piece that fit perfectly against my lips, against my heart.

he pulled away, a small hint of blush had found its way onto his cheeks.

“youve got the lipstick all over your lips now” i giggled, trying to smear it off.

“stop, stop.” he pushed my hand away from his mouth, laughing lightly. “i like it.” he smiled, rubbing his hands over my back.

i took his hand, sitting down in the grass, pulling him down with me.

we just studied the light blue sky for a while, a comfortable blanket of silence warming the atmosphere.

“im gonna buy this house one day.” he glanced at me, “im gonna fix it up, for us and our little ones.”

“really?” i grinned, leaning into him.

his arm slid over my shoulder, hugging me to his chest,

“yeah.”

-

stop this is so cute i love writing shit like this oddmdme

goodnight cuties xx

[doumadono]

Douma & Akaza: incorrect quotes

MASTERLIST

Douma: Akaza...

Akaza: What do you want?

Douma: I have a very important matter to discuss with you, but promise me that even after I tell you, we'll still be friends.

Akaza: But we're not friends 🙄

Douma: You're nitpicking! I've thought about this several times and examined every detail of the matter, but ultimately I concluded that I need your opinion.

Akaza: *stares intensely at Douma* Just tell me!

Douma: Do I look better in red or green shirts?

Akaza:

Akaza: I will kill you one day, I swear 🙄

________________

Akaza: You are like a drug to me

Douma: So you're addicted to me? And I bring you joy? 😍

Akaza: No, fuck no, you just ruin my life 🙄

[bubblegump-1-nk]

Can’t Catch Me Now

Matthew Riddle x Fem!Reader

summary: Mattheo’s father sent him on a mission: make you fall in love with him, then lure you into a death trap. He should’ve known you wouldn’t let him forget you that easily…

Disclaimer: mentions of death, toxic relationships, cursing, slight mentions of torture

Song: Can’t Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

- First time writing for Mattheo! Wanted to do another fic abt my baby Theo but this idea came to me and couldn’t bring myself to write something so toxic about him 😭. Also there’s a lot of time skips in this so I hope it’s easy to follow!

“I love you.” You said sweetly.

“Me too, see you tonight.” Mattheo responded.

You kissed him on the cheek and entered the Transfiguration classroom as Mattheo left to go to Divinations. Tonight… if only you knew what was in store for you. Time past forward quickly, and now Mattheo was knocking on your dorm door, and you walked out, ready for your date.

“You look beautiful” He said

“Thank you. You don’t look to drab yourself.” You said, causing him to chuckle before taking your hand and leading you out of the castle.

You two had been walking for ages, getting farther and farther away from Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. Not a soul in sight.

“Ok seriously, where are we going Matty? We’ve been walking for years.” You say, dragging out the last word.

“Soon. We’ll be there soon.” He said, tensing up as he did.

You were now at a location, heavily secluded from everyone and everything. You joked that no one would hear you scream out here. Only you had meant it in a different way than what was actually held in store for you. That’s when they appeared, the Death Eaters. You looked at Mattheo in shock, but he was already tearing his hand away from yours and stepping back, taking his wand out.

“Mattheo?” You whispered, tears in your eyes. A look of horror on your face. No wand in hand.

You screamed when the Crucio hit your chest, soon followed by a spell that left you unconscious on the floor.

***

You had been sitting in the chair for hours. You hands and legs tied back. About 5 Death Eaters were in the room, Mattheo making up the 6. He never hit you with a spell, but he never blocked one either. Just stood there, watching, his face wiped clear of any emotions. As you were focused on him, you made eye contact with him for the first time since being in the room. The spells had stopped for about 20 seconds now. Was it finally over? Were you free to go? That’s when it hit you. The green light. You fell unconscious, never to be seen again.

“Mattheo wake up! We’re here.” Said Theo (😍), having been shaking Mattheo vigorously for about 3 minutes.

“What?” He asked, still shaken from the dream he just had. He’s been having it for weeks now. Ever since the incident. Your death has followed him even into his unconscious mind. He can’t escape you.

“We’ve arrived at Hogwarts you idiot.” Said Draco, exasperated at Mattheo’s constant zoning out.

All the boys knew about the mission, they all knew what happened in the late days of May. They were all at the meeting after your death, Voldemort congratulated all of them - which is something you don’t simply forget. Y/n’s father was a powerful wizard, who declined all of the Dark Lord’s advancements of recruitment. So, Voldemort decided he might just need a little push, that being the death of his beloved daughter Y/n. It didn’t work, of course, and instead your father and mother ended up fleeing to some desolate place.

“Git.” Mattheo said, before slapping Draco across the head and collecting his belongings to get off the train.

Draco lifted his arm as to hit Mattheo back but Blaise grabbed his arm and gave him a look that made Draco forget about hitting him. They all knew Mattheo never actually loved you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he was still responsible for killing someone. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s turning out just like his father.

———

They soon entered Hogwarts and took their seats at the Slytherin table.

“What’s taking the first years so long?” Theo asked, wondering why the sorting ceremony hadn’t started yet.

“Beats me but I’m fucking starving.” Said Blaise.

Mattheo was about to speak but was cut off by Dumbledore, who now stood in front of the podium.

“Welcome all back to Hogwarts. Now, I’m aware that you must all be very hungry, but this is a statement I must make, and we’ve decided it’s better made without the first years present.” He paused for a moment, adjusted his glasses, and continued. “As I’m sure you all sadly know, one of your classmates has died this pass summer.” A complete hush fell over the Great Hall, everybody knew about what happened to you. What happened to your family. Except, no one knew who or what caused it. Your death and your parents ‘disappearance’ was all a mystery to everyone except for the 4 Slytherin boys sitting at the middle of the table in far right.

“Y/n L/n was a strong witch, who was kind to all who…..”

Mattheo began to zone out, not wanting to be reminded of you more than he already was. It all started about 2 weeks after your murder. The first time was when he awoke in the middle of the night, you had infiltrated his dreams again. He went outside for a smoke, when he heard it.

“Mmaatheeooo”

He turned his head swiftly to the left, where the sound came from.

“Mmaatheeooo”

It came again, but this time from behind him. Your voice. It was your voice.

This reoccurred about once a week. Sometimes in the dead of the night, sometimes while eating lunch or reading the Daily Prophet.

———-

Mattheo tried his best to forget about you, to have a good year, but it was hard with you stalking his every move. It had worsened now. He heard you calling his name almost every day, your face appeared in the flames of the fire in the common room for a split second last night. He’s already found three of the letters you wrote him in the past on his desk, letters he was sure he had burned. And the worst part was, he couldn’t tell anyone, couldn’t say anything. He would just appear weak and crazy.

It was now early November, and the days were getting colder. Mattheo found himself walking alone outside, going to retrieve the jumper he left by Hagrid’s hut. As he was nearing the hut he heard a strange sound. Almost like heavy footsteps. He turned around, and looked around swiftly but not a soul was outside. He shook it off and continued walking, except this time the footsteps were louder, and closer. He turned around again but not a person was in sight. He began to walk faster, the footsteps did too. He stopped abruptly, looking around one last time, when he saw them. Footprints, leading all the way up to right by his side. His heart beat faster, and the wind began whistling as it passed through the trees. The world was silent.

“Mattheo” Came a voice right beside him.

Mattheo jumped back, a quiet shriek leaving his throat.

“Mattheo” It came again.

“Get the fuck away from me! Stay the fuck away from me!” He called out. It was silent for a few seconds, Mattheo thinking his warning had worked.

“Catch me.” The voice said. Your voice said.

Mattheo was confused, what did you mean ‘catch me?’ Was that even what you said? Your voice was a breathy whisper, so the words were hard to make out.

“What is wrong with you?” He called out again.

“Can’t. Catch me. Now.” You said, your voice circling around Mattheo.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Mattheo practically screamed this time.

All was quiet, before the footsteps slowly started walking away. It appeared as though you were walking backwards, by the looks of the prints.

Mattheo stood there, shocked, watching as you walked away from him.

Then the footsteps were gone, just as quickly as they had come and the landscape returned to a quiet and peaceful one. The sky was getting darker, and by the looks of it, Mattheo had missed dinner. He slowly began dragging his feet in the direction of the astronomy tower. Once he reached the top, he let out a sigh and pulled out his cigarettes and a lighter.

He’s beginning to think he might just be going crazy.

“Figured you’d be up here.” Says a voice from behind him.

“Yep.” He says, as Theo comes to stand next to him.

“Pass me one.” Theo says, holding his hand out for a cigarette. Mattheo hands him one and Theo lights it.

The smoke in silence, appreciating the view along with the cold air. The smoke from the cigarettes blending with the smoke from their breath.

“She’s everywhere you know.” Mattheo blurts out.

Theo’s silent for a moment, staring out at the sky.

“I know.” He says, finally.

“You do?” Mattheo asks, turning to face Theo. A confused expression painting his face.

“Yeah. I hear her laughter.” Theo explains.

“Her laughter? That’s it?” Mattheo asks, temper rising. How come he has to endure all this pain and Theo gets laughter?

“Yeah, she sort of just laughs lightly every now and again. It used to scare me shitless but now I’ve gotten used to it.”

“Yeah we’ll count yourself fucking lucky. She calls out my name. She fucking followed me today, her footprints were everywhere. Her voice was saying some shit about how I can’t catch her anymore. This shits so fucked up.” He says, growing angrier by each word.

Theo let’s out a laugh.

“You think this is fucking funny, do you?”

“Well, I mean, she’s right. You can’t catch her anymore.”

“Does it look like a give a fuck? Why doesn’t she whisper to you this shit, huh?” Mattheo asks, annoyed.

“Maybe because she never loved me. Maybe because she loved you.”

“Yeah, well, you were just as responsible in her death as I was.”

“Right… but it was you she trusted.” Theo says.

“Alright mate are you on her side or mine?”

“Yours obviously. She’s coming for me too.”

“You know, I miss her, now and then.” Mattheo says, reluctantly after a bout of silence

“Yeah well that’s no good is it? She’s still dead whether you miss her or not.”

“I fucking know that! Don’t you think I fucking know that?!” Mattheo yells, throwing his cigarette at Theo

“Calm down mate. It’s not doing you any good getting worked up about it.”

——-

It’s December now. All the leaves have left their trees and the the weather’s gotten harsh and bitter. Mattheo can’t escape you no matter what he does. You’re here, you’re there, you’re fucking everywhere. He hears your voice when the wind blows, hears your laughter in the rustle of the trees. The other boys all know of Mattheo’s pain. They’ve experience it too, but like Theo, they only experience it now and again. It seems they’re not your priority on your haunting list.

Mattheo’s laying in his bed, trying to find sleep. You haven’t let him sleep properly since about 3 weeks ago. As he turns to the side, he sees the curtains around his four poster shifting, getting moved to the side. He intakes a sharp breath. The curtains fully open now, and he’s met with a cold wind.

“Won’t you just leave me the fuck alone?” He whisper-shouts.

He’s met with no answer. The room is now completely silent, and before long 10 minutes have past. Was that really all you came to do? Move his curtain? Whatever it was, he’s thankful for your departure because now he’s really feeling the exhaustion kick in. His eyes begin to shut and his body relaxes as it melts into his mattress. Just as he feels like he’s about to get the sleep he’s so desperately been needing…

“See you tomorrow” You whisper, right into his ear, mocking the words he had said to you the night of your murder.

———-

Sorry if the ending sucks, this idea came to me late one night so I began to write but I didn’t really think it out before I started 😭 I didn’t want to have this in my to-do list for forever so I’m really sorry if this feels rushed! I hope you guys enjoy it anyway

[kellyvela]

Sophie's Hon Vol. IV Paris Fashion Week Edition - Le Pont des Arts Appendix

Remember those few romantic pictures of Sophie and Perry walking through Paris???

Well, there are much more!!!

LE PONT DES ARTS

We didn't see this in the first few pictures made public, but Sophie and Perry had company during their Balade Parisienne on Monday, March 4th. Sasha von Bismark and Ella Richards joined our lovebirds, so it really was a double date!

The two couples had lunch at Le Voltaire restaurant:

Then they walked through the banks of the Seine . . . .

. . . . Until they reached le Pont des Arts, a pedestrian bridge that has an international reputation as the bridge of romance, famous for the Love Locks, now replaced by Love Locks stickers.

And lot happened on le Pont des Arts . . . .

Perry's hand on Sophie's, Sophie's head on Perry's shoulder . . . . These kids will kill me one of these days 😍

Then Sophie wanted to be chased:

She started to run jumping along the bridge:

And thanks to that chase we got this beautiful shots:

An old grey haired couple walking holding hands on a bridge that has an international reputation as the bridge of romance captured by the paparazzi's cameras between our lovebirds . . . . 👀 👀 👀

My mind: Is this a kind of sign? Or am I just crazy? Also my mind: If that's not a sign, then I don't know what is . . . .

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

At some point Perry surrendered at Sophie's wish and started jumping as well, until he reached her and they jumped together, while they pass the old couple:

Kids in love 💕

Then a bit of calm, contemplation and hugs:

Then they left the bridge, walking away while hugging each other:

After le Pont des Arts, we all know what happened next, they sat on a bench, chatted happily and laughed with Sasha and Ella, and then they walked back to their hotel with their arms around each other while Perry kissed Sophie's head and she wore his green jacket. . . .

Oh, to be young and in love . . . . in Paris 💕

But really, they basically are like that couple from Savage Garden's Truly, Madly, Deeply music video, after they found each other!!!

~~~

BONUS

Sophie added a new song to her sexy playlist on Saturday, March 9th:

Not even they can stop me now Boy, I'll be flying overhead Their heavy words can't bring me down Boy, I've been raised from the dead No one even knows how hard life was I don't even think about it now because I finally found you Oh, sing it to me Now my life is sweet like cinnamon Like a fucking dream I'm living in Baby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio (How do you like me now?) Pick me up and take me like a vitamin 'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom, oh yeah Baby, love me 'cause I'm playing on the radio (How do you like me now?) —Radio by Lana Del Rey

¡¡¡GOOD FOR HER!!!

~~~

Main post: Vol. IV

Previous editions: Vol. III - Vol. II - Vol. I

[johnnyutah]

I’m not arguing with a mean woman with dark green eyes. You want me to perform last minute brain surgery on your abusive father figure because he’s dying of cancer? And you’re going to kill me if I do it and I’m going to die if I don’t? And it doesn’t matter because my husband will kill me anyway? Whatever you say beautiful 😍😍

[aphroditelovesu]

I know that Rhaenyra would be furious to know that her child was dating Alicent behind her back. But I couldn’t help but imagine: Rhaenyra has a serious talk with her child, and then she’s saying “That’s enough! We’re leaving tonight! And don’t you dare disobey me. I can’t believe it, that you my precious child would do that with Alicent.”

Reader: “But I don’t want to leave!” whispering “I love her”

Rhaenyra: What did you say?

Reader: I said I love her! I love Alicent and I love Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron! And I don’t want to leave.

And I know that won’t end well for Reader, but still imagine the reactions of the Greens, especially Alicent, since it warms her heart that Reader loves her

Rhaenyra: You will get away from Alicent and we will go to Dragonstone! 😡

Reader: No! I'm staying here with Alicent and my sibilings!! 😡 I love her! 😍

An Alicent passing by the discussion and listening to you say you love her: 🥰🥰😍😍😘😘

Alicent: I LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍

Rhaenyra angry and screaming at her evil stepmother: IF YOU GET NEAR Y/N AGAIN I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING WHO- 🤬🤬🤬

You are interrupted by a confused Viserys shouting: ??? What is my beloved and loving family talking about?? 🤔😊

Alicent, Rhaenyra and Reader: 😄😇🤫🤭🤗

A pretty meaningless conversation but I felt like doing it lol 😉. Like, imagine back in the day when Viserys is still alive and Alicent and the Reader are having an affair behind his back? Rhaenyra will be irate. And we all know that an angry Targaryen does no good.

I like to imagine that Rhaenyra would be more comfortable with this relationship if it was just based on lust, that way she would have more against her stepmother but you wouldn't be in danger of leaving her for someone else. Don't get me wrong, she would still be absolutely mad with rage and jealousy when she found out about your involvement with the Queen but it will get even worse when she finds out that you are actually in love with Alicent.

Now she, in addition to being angry and jealous, will be worried if you are not being manipulated by Alicent. Rhaenyra can't help but worry that Alicent is trying to poison you against her. And she can't let that happen. You need to get away from her as soon as possible, and although it hurts, you may have to marry someone close to her. Perhaps Jacaerys or one of Daemon's daughters.

She doesn't want her beloved child to marry but she will if it means taking you away from Alicent. And she knows Viseyrs will agree even if the Queen tries to intercede.

The Greens would be happy for the Reader and Alicent, especially Helaena. She knows you and her mom really love each other and she wants nothing more than your happiness. Aegon and Aemond are still a little wary of all this, but once they know you really love their mother, they'll be more willing to be open about it. Criston doesn't have much to say other than that he's happy for you two, you're a good fit and he has no problem, even more so when he finds out that you really love each other.

Alicent would be completely happy and overjoyed to hear you say that you love her, because only The Sevens know how much she loves you, how much she longs and lust for you. And knowing that you feel the same way about her makes her so happy. Alicent would take you in her arms and kiss you right then and there no matter who is present and let you know that she feels the same or even more for you. Fuck, she loves you so much and you have no idea how full her mind is with just you present. It's you she thinks about when she wakes up and before she goes to sleep.

Rhaenyra angrily wanting to marry you off just to keep you away from Alicent so you can stay by your mother's side forever: 😡🤫😏😈😚

Meanwhile, Alicent and the Reader live out their passionate romance, completely unaware of Rhaenyra's plans: 😍🥰😘😍🥰😘

(Light Yagami because it seems weirdly appropriate...)

~ Lady L

[gurugirl]

Js sending this message to guru, Ms fireflies, and cupid and I'm copy pasting this 3 times so ye

LISTEN NOBODY SHOULD HAVE MADE ME THIS FUCKING WHITE BUT THERES AN ADVANTAGE

MARKING KINK WITH SUB!H????

LEAVING MARKS ON HIM WITH UR NAILS???BITING HIM AND LEAVING HICKEYS????

oh lord what would kill me is him ALSO LEAVING MARKS ON U

I'd simply die, so I'm offering this to yall 3 for anyone who wants it 😭😭

Oh MY GOD? Thank you! 😍

This just feels like something worthy of being written. Harry's so beefy and, tatted, with those piercing green eyes and deep set dimples - all charming and confident but you get him in bed and he's just 🥺"I'll do anything you ask me to."🥺

He's so down and you take over leaving scratch marks and tiny bruises, trying to test the waters with little nips on his shoulders and his inner thighs... just teasing him until he's all wound up and then it's his turn because you're teasing too much and it's game over for you 🤭

fireflies and cupid probably have their own version in mind but phew 😮‍💨 I could be into reading something like this 🥴

xoxo

edit: untagged the mentions so i'm not annoying 🙈