You Loved Ugliness. You Loved It In Everyone, In Everything, Until It Was No Longer Ugly. You Made The

“you loved ugliness. you loved it in everyone, in everything, until it was no longer ugly. you made the most wretched things become beautiful until no one knew what the word meant anymore. you gave wings to the wingless by tearing off your own. and though your heart soared with them your feet never left the ground. understand child, that our sins are not always what we’ve done for others, but in also not doing the same for ourselves.”

— this is why angels are meant for hell | m.a.w

omg i couldn’t help myself from ur little event 🤭

can i pls have childe + [Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping] KISSES U KISSES U KISSES U KISSES U KISSE-

eeeee goji!!! i was giddy as hell writing this for you heheh <3 i love you so much oxoxoxoox

🌙 prompt event

suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping | childe x reader with no pronouns used

“just lay down. i’ll be right back, promise,” you had assured a pouty childe before hurrying out of the bedroom to the hallway closet which held your first aid kit. you knew he’d do as you asked when you gave them that face that told him please just let me do this but you didn’t expect to come back into the bedroom only a minute later to him completely passed out against your pillow. 

the small cut on his cheeks that had you nearly in tears is still visible for his position. it had your heart aching to see even now but your anxieties were much worse when he first showed up at your door with it, small enough he hadn’t noticed it before you grabbed ahold of his face and fussed over him in a way he clearly loved very much. of course he still tried to ease your worry, telling you it’s nothing, just a scratch that would be healed easy peasy, and he meant it, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to care for him, for him to never be hurt.

he had been so much more exhausted then he let on too, all smiles and grabby hands that you also didn’t want to stop touching you but as soon as the softness of your bed, the smell of you, the warmth of the home of his heart, washed over him he couldn’t help but succumb to the comfort of you.

the tender expression on his face says as much. he looks boyish and sweet and kissable and what it does to your heart is indescribable with any words you know, you think. something akin to smitten love and all consuming adoration but on a level your body reacts to as if he had pulled the stars from the very sky and planted them in your heart, spelling out in his name.

with quiet movements, you place the first aid kit on your nightstand, taking out a wipe, ointment and a pink bandaid, crawling your way over the mattress to where he’s sleeping peacefully. kneeling next to him, with a whispered ‘sorry baby, this might sting,’ you ever so gently wipe along his cheek, having to remind yourself how small this cut actually is when you see the cleaning wipe now stained with his blood. 

his skin is red and a little raw around what you assume is the knick of a blade but it looks much better now and you’re soothed further knowing you’ll be able to watch after it the next few days. the ointment next, you use the same softness as before and feel even better with his skin under yours, soft and warm and just ajax. your ajax. 

angling the bandaid to fit right over the cut, you smooth it over his cheek, the soft pink making his expression look delicate and irresistible. leaning down, one hand holding up your weight so you don’t wake him, the other brushing locks of messy hair from his forehead, your lips press against the covered cut.

“don’t worry ajax, i’ll take care of you,” you promise against his skin and force yourself away so you can get ready to properly sleep next to him. 

the mattress doesn’t dip around your weight as you slide across it with care, placing the first aid items back on the nightstand, but you can hear him stirring behind you and when you look back, you see the rustle of his hand along the sheets as he searches for you in his sleep and watch his sleeping features scrunch in displeasure when he can’t find what he’s looking for.

with a giggle and quick footsteps, you hurry to blow out the lights of your room and come back to bed. the second you’re close enough, he has a hold of you, dragging you with unchecked strength, though never enough to hurt you, the rest of the way to him until your bodies are completely pressed together and his legs easily tangle in your own.

♡♡♡♡♡

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This made me bust out laughing

exact quote

fanfic is truly just a fascinating concept and fandoms are safe-spaces and comfort zones...

the beauty of someone writing a story about a story and so many people reading and theorizing about that story is just irreplaceable.

makes me more frustrated about AI taking over literature

can you believe that we have fanfiction. that we have websites dedicated to fanfiction. that there is a place that you can go and read tens, hundreds, thousands and thousands of pieces of writing that strangers have made. people who are not "writers". people who come home at the end of the day and have feelings and say, i am going to put that into words. i am going to share those words. short, long, sweet, sad, horny, funny, wonderful words. we are all just human and we all love to make and remake and share that with others. can you believe that.

A meme created because of a conversation between @bookdragon1811 and myself