Grief is like having this love that goes nowhere. And it just hits you when you least expect it. You thought it’s gone but you realized it’s always been there and it’ll always stay there, ready to overcome you in a moment of weakness.
I wish you would write a fic where the world finds out about Lewis and Max’ wedding from three small daisies universe
(Just anything from three small daisies universe tbh, i’m starved for it 🥲)
have a snippet!
Lewis is no stranger to his phone blowing the fuck up. He’s Lewis fucking Hamilton, kinda comes with the territory.
Lewis can honestly say he’s never had this many notifications in his life.
Lewis had an instagram post all curated and everything, after hours of careful deliberation from his team, a caption scrapped and retyped dozens of times.
And then Max went and posted a photo of the two of them exchanging rings with the caption locked him down. With the goddamn ring emoji. Lewis didn’t even know Max knew that phrase.
Lewis tilts his head towards the sky and takes deep, calming breaths. He loves this man. He is not going to be upset, because he knew what Max was like when he married him. He loves this man.
Lewis posts his own instagram too, hours ahead of schedule, because at least he provides some sort of explanation there, Jesus fucking Christ.
And then Lewis sets off to find his husband. (The word still fits strange in Lewis’s mouth, like trying your favorite food for the first time, the understanding that it’s going to mean something big even though it doesn’t yet.)
Lewis kisses Max quickly on the mouth, plush, slides his fingers softly over the metal on Max’s hand. Ring emoji Lewis’s ass.
“You just like to cause problems, don’t you,” Lewis gripes, but he’s smiling so there’s no way Max will actually think he’s mad.
“I of course am not the one having the problem,” Max insists stubbornly, but he tangles his fingers with Lewis’s anyway, blue eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Yeah, tell that to Rihanna. Rihanna! She wants to know why she wasn’t invited to the wedding.”
“Well? Why wasn’t she?” Max’s tone is glib but his eyes are sparkling, and every single hate comment Lewis has gotten since coming out is worth it for the way he can press Max up against the wall and kiss him silly, uncaring of who sees. They’re newlyweds. Lewis is well within his rights to act a little stupid.
Max kisses back, their hands still tangled together at their sides, Lewis cupping Max’s strong jaw and Max’s other hand splayed against his cross tattoo. Max takes like mint chapstick, the strong kind that always makes Lewis’s nose wrinkle. He’s learning to live with it. (Sometimes, if he knows he won’t be seeing Max for a while, he’ll put a little on himself, just to pretend.)
“You didn’t even choose a flattering picture!” Lewis pulls back to say, because actually, he’s not fully over it. He’s smiling in the picture but his face is all scrunched weird, eyes uneven.
“I do not understand,” Max frowns. “The pictures are of you, and you are beautiful, so the pictures are beautiful.”
Lewis sighs against Max’s mouth, its sweet fullness. It’s not an argument he’s going to win. (It’s not an argument he wants to win.)
“C’mon. Let’s turn off our phones and go on our honeymoon.”
“Daniel offered to keep our phones safe while we are gone but I think that is maybe a very stupid decision. I am pretty sure Daniel knows my passcode.” Max tilts his head, considering. Lewis is very much not considering.
“Yeah, that’s gonna be a no, man, Daniel gets up to some nefarious shit. We can leave our phones with Ange. Cool?”
“Cool,” Max nods, pushing off the wall, striding down the hallway, not looking to see if Lewis is following. Lewis is. He always is.
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I can't even start another drama because I KNOW that I'll compare the romance, plot, chemistry, acting, characterization and cinematography to Vincenzo
I would love to start any drama (I mostly watch romance) but Chayenzo raised my standards and now if I try to watch or even rewatch, I'm going to compare
um y’all, i started Taxi Driver (only 2 episodes so far) and i kept comparing the action scenes, the wrap up to the revenge scheme, the team dynamic.. just basically everything to Vincenzo. and also, like Vincenzo i already spotted the characters i’m gonna ship together 😂
the only time Vincenzo flinched at the thought of being shot is when he thought Jang Han-seok would shoot Cha-young a second time.
Han-seok pointed his gun towards Cha-young and Vincenzo immediately shielded her with his body and flinched when he heard Han-seok trying to fire the gun. he pulled her into his arms and hunkered down, ready to be shot at in place of Cha-young.
WHEN SHALL WE THREE MEET AGAIN? IN THUNDER, LIGHTNING OR IN RAIN?
Macbeth (1948) dir. Orson Welles
The Witches of Eastwick (1987) dir. George Miller
Stardust (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn
The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018 - 2020)
The Pale Horse (2020) dir. Leonora Lonsdale
Hercules (1997) dir. John Musker, Ron Clements
Sleeping Beauty (1959) dir. Clyde Geronimi
The Black Cauldron (1985) dir. Richard Rich, Ted Berman
Sabrina the Teenage Witch (1996 - 2003)
Halloweentown (1998) dir. Duwayne Dunham
A Wrinkle in Time (2018) dir. Ava DuVernay
The Craft (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming
Charmed (1998 - 2006)
Hocus Pocus (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega
I just wanted to say I am very upset about the lack of protective immortal dads there is. Is it too much to ask that Nile goes down on a mission and Joe and Nicky lose their shit because someone just killed their immortal daughter in front of them?!
i want a fic where Joe and Nicky are the immortal husbands AND the immortal dads to their (also immortal) adopted daughter Nile.
i want a fic where Andy is like the (not) fun aunt who takes Nile on trips so she can train her and also get her out of her parents’ hair from time to time. (parents also need alone time, y’know?)
i want a fic where Booker is exiled but Nile FaceTimes him from time to time because whatever happened, she knows this family is not complete without him.
i want a fic where my babies go on trips around the world and they’re happy because they’re together and nothing will ever hurt them as long as they are with each other.