KING 👑

transactional

felix × anora

song: bathroom by montell fish

movie: saltburn + anora

i don't know why but i have this imagination of a what if. like what if when felix was partying in a club, anora met him instead of vanya then fun happened between them and felix grew to like her. i just knew he would like anora, cause who wouldn't like her? she's beautiful, she's great, a queen, she could stand up for herself and could definitely fire back whenever she's in an unfair position. and her job is no joke, i'm not even gonna romanticize that or anything. and felix— who doesn't like felix? like it's hard to love felix.

i could just imagine the level of upgrade she would get if she only married or at least got into a relationship with fel instead. like, the man has taste. he has common sense, he has a heart, he's responsible, he has brains, he's educated, his peers are decent, his home is fantastic, he could handle himself, he's rich, matured at the very least and his family adores him.

the cattons, though has their own types of nuts in their back pockets, would surely accept her and let her in. not why not, but cause of this idea that if felix is happy and trusts anora, then okay. sure, there'll be some tight spots and daddy might scrutinize her by her career and farleigh might poke around and test what kind is she but mostly, they won't mind. and i would love to see venetia do some shopping and salon with ani, ani having some chat and gossip session over champagne with elspeth in gown, and anora have some argument with farleigh cause they're both divas at their own right and they might have bits of common ground? cause farleigh is also from the lower class working his way up and keeping stations in saltburn.

for me, or the one perched on my left shoulder, someone like (but not exactly) felix would definitely treat her better than just the girl who likes pole but as the person she is. felix judges and befriends people by their character, like what happened to him and oliver— aww, poor ollie, am gon' be his friend huhu— but anora isn't like that. she's honest, she's open, she don't accept pity or shits and just be herself; and she do what she has to do while also hoping that someday, she'll get her star and fly away far from the strip club and live a life she deserves.

so, even if it might be transactional at first between anora and felix, i feel like the feelings fel paid for will eventually come true. and they'll be perfect for each other. cinderella and prince charming in a place called saltburn. but, well, ollie oil unfortunately exists— at the end, we accept the love we thought we deserve.

Masterlist

The umbrella academy

Marvel

Bridgerton

Shadow & Bone

Miraculous Ladybug

Fate: Winx saga

Stranger things

Enola Holmes

Shadowhunters

Narnia

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Miss Peregrine’s home for peculiar children

ASOUE

Star wars

The Originals / The vampire diaries

Harry Potter fandom

Once upon a time

Outer Banks

The Sandman

Top Gun Maverick

Wednesday 

House of the dragon

Game fics

Barbie the movie

The walking dead

The Case Study of Vanitas - Episode 4

favorite MCU installments

CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER – 2014, dir. Joe and Anthony Russo

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.” with Laurent maybe?

This turned both kinda angsty and very sappy. I hope you can forgive me, anon. I didn't make this horny even if it's Laurent 😔 (because we all know that that man is a slut)

The Fool

Send me a prompt from this list + a character and I'll write a short reader drabble

tags: love confession | fuck buddies to lovers (kinda) | a little angst | gn!reader

ships: Laurent LeClaire/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.”

The two of you had met regularly even outside these painting sessions. Until you didn't anymore. Heated kisses stolen in dark corners were replaced by the cold bite of loneliness. You don't know why Laurent has been avoiding you, maybe he had found someone new that fueled his passion. You'd be lying if you said that wouldn't hurt you at least a little bit but you knew where you stood. When you started this passionate affair with the artist you knew what kind of man he was; you were under no illusion that this could ever be more than a conduit for your and his desire and lust. Laurent LeClaire was the type of man to fall in lust, not in love.

To put your mind at ease you decided to simply ask him the next time you model for the painting he is currently working on.

As you lounge on the settee, bare as the day you were born, you take a moment until the question finally falls from your lips.

"Tell me, why have you been avoiding me?"

You see him still behind the canvas, the hand holding his paintbrush hovering uselessly in the air.

You wait a few beats before you continue: "Do you deny it? If you have found another just say so, Laurent."

The only answer you get from him is a sigh. It vexes you that you can’t see his face, that you have no way to at least decipher his expression to find an answer to your question. After a long pause he finally speaks.

“There is no other. Only you.”

You roll your eyes and with a groan you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Trying to get an explanation out of the man felt like pulling teeth.

“Why avoid me then, Laurent? Just tell me and don’t leave me in the dark like this.”

You were starting to feel irritated, having to beg for what you are sure is a rejection biting at your heart. The sound of his palette and brush hitting the wooden table beside him makes you look up. You still can’t see him. It feels intentional now, him hiding behind his work. The coward.

“Because you’ve got me feeling some type of way and I really, really hate it and I wish that feeling would just leave me alone.”

He sounds pained, his voice like a freshly sharpened knife plunging into your heart. If you weren’t already sitting down, the weight of his words would drag you to your knees.

As Laurent finally reveals himself behind the aisle, his lips pulled into a pout you would normally find rather charming, you can do nothing but stare at him. You still can’t believe what he is telling you. Maybe you are misinterpreting things or maybe Laurent has fallen ill or is speaking in tongues. Anything would make more sense than this. It simply cannot be the truth.

“Have you fallen ill? You must have a fever-” Laurent laughs almost manically, not leaving you any chance to continue your sentence. “I am! I am sick, you beautiful, terrible creature.” He looks at you, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. “Lovesick is what I am. And believe me I would rather it be a simple fever than this.” He walks over to the settee with a hand over his heart, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. He looks like a tragic figure from a play and you wish for nothing but to hold him, to tell him that you return his feelings and that all will be well.

You can feel your hands tremble with the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside your heart. Eyes filled with unshed tears, you look at him. “If it is your wish then I will refrain from seeking your company in the future.” you mumble, your voice and heart cracking with every word.

He falls to his knees in front of you. “I am a fool, my darling. I have been a fool trying to starve my feelings by avoiding you.”, he kisses your bare legs from your ankles to your thighs, “Give me one last chance and let me be your fool.”

You feel dizzy, overwhelmed by emotion, tears rolling down your cheeks while Laurent’s gentle caress makes your heart beat faster. Slowly you reach down and cup his face, your thumb softly stroking his cheek and you nod.

“Be my fool, Laurent.”

STALKER CODED!

because of his unacceptable behaviour, madara got suspended from this blog for 2 minutes.

perfect marriage

joe goldberg × amy dunne

"i'm the cunt who married you."

song: perfect girl by mureux

movie/show: gone girl + you

software: capcut

all rights reserved

ending scene ㅡ dazai osamu

➤ Pairing: Mafia Boss! Dazai x Reader

➤ Genre: angst, Beast! AU

➤ Warnings: suicide, major character death

➤ Word count: 654

➤ Summary: Death comes in so many forms; accidents, poisoning, naturally. But Dazai's death came in the shape of you. 

➤ Note: haven't been feeling too well and this is the result. if you liked it, please praise me. 

Raindrops, so unusually warm, welcomed Dazai's cooling body as he laid on the wet concrete, waiting for death to finally hug him after so many failed attempts, after so many days of suffering, after making sure that Odasaku could live the life he was once denied of experiencing by a cruel lady called fate. Yes, it was worth it, Dazai thought. 

His dear friend ended up hating him, but Odasaku could finally write his novel and spend his days with the people of the Agency ㅡ a place which once welcomed, a place where Odasaku would be appreciated and safe unlike in the mafia. 

If Dazai's death meant Odasaku's happiness, Dazai gladly paid the price. 

Drowning in thoughts, Dazai barely took notice of the many pedestrians passing by his dying body like a ghost, like he was no one, like he was finally ceasing to exist. The brunette couldn't recognize anyone's face, it seemed like distinct features were crossed out, erased and a mere blank canvas. Maybe this was how these pedestrians perceived Dazai; a plain individual who was dying at their feet. 

Eyes fluttered shut for a moment, Dazai was content in embracing death at last if it weren't for the pair of shoes standing in front of him. 

Gradually, Dazai's eyes widened in shock as the recognized you hovering above him with Yokohama's lights casting a faux halo around your petite silhouette. Why were you there? Dazai was sure that he had erased you from this world, so that his heart wouldn't get into conflict with his plan. He knew that if he had seen you, his feelings would've made turned him into a selfish, greedy man, once again. 

Why were you there, smiling and holding a bouquet of red spider lilies in those soft hands he had liked to hold? 

"It's been a while, Osamu." You spoke softly, gaze glimmering with the reflection of neon and traffic signs. The coat you wore was damp around your shoulders, hair curled at the tips from the rain and a pitch black umbrella in your other hand. His heart ached as he scrutinized your delicate features. 

You kneeled down and gently placed the bouquet on Dazai's chest which was gradually ceasing to rise and fall. With your lips sadly tugged upwards, you brushed straying strands of hair from Dazai's face, fingers carefully tugging at the bandages covering his eye. They came undone. 

"You've suffered a lot, haven't you?" Dazai's voice had long since left him, all he could do was weakly nod as he let you touch him. Damn him ㅡ even in death, he was selfish, craving and leaning into your touch he did not deserve. No matter how much Dazai had suffered, those around him were made to suffer even more. 

You saw the agony in his eyes, the agony of seeing you again. "Worry not, Osamu. You'll be able to sleep well like you did before." How often had he longed to hear your voice and linger in your sweet words that soothed even the deepest of wounds? Dazai always said your voice reminded him of honey. For some reason, he trusted your words, because you always trusted his. 

Dazai could feel his limbs going numb, his heart beat heavily in his chest and breathing became more difficult with each second you were in his presence to tenderly torment him. If there was a God, Dazai figured that you were his divine punishment for all the wrongs he committed. It was only fair, he supposed. 

"This is goodbye, my love." You spoke, thumb lovingly caressing the skin underneath Dazai's eye as you pressed your soft lips to his to give him the last kiss he should never get. As his brown orbs fluttered shut and his heart nearly gave in, Dazai realized one thing which had slipped his rotting mind. 

It wasn't his suicide that was killing him. 

It was you.

Lando Norris & Carlos Sainz Jr. celebrate their results together 2024 Mexican Grand Prix