#{ She kept blaming me and I kept screaming and crying saying I didn't do anything and didnt know she was gonna do this }

[schemmentigfs]

Future Milf, part two.

part one!

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.

warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!

author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part 🤍 I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.

tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!

The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.

All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..

Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.

“Melissa, are you well? Are you hurt?” Barb asks.

“I don't know,” she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, “I just need to check on her.” The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.

“MELISSA! WAIT!” the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.

She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.

“Sweetheart, please let me in,” she knocks gently, “I am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.” The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.

Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.

So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.

Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.

“Hon, c'mon. Let me—” she started.

“Don't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,” you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.

Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. “If you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.” The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.

“I'll be fine. Now go.” You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.

—

It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.

Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.

Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange ‘cause earlier you were all excited and—”

The older woman rolls her eyes. “Nothing happened. I'm fine,” she responds, clenching her teeth, “everything is ok, kid.”

“Are you sure? I know we’re not that close, but if you need to vent, I’m all ears.” The girl shrugs.

Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.

“Y/n..” she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. “Today, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.”

“Oh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.

“I-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...” the teacher stuttered, “she could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.”

“After that you were able to talk to her?”

“Kinda, but she told me to leave her alone.”

Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. “I'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.”

Melissa nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the advice, hon.”

“Anytime boss, anytime.”

—

Changing my life with the wave of her hand.

Nobody can deny that there's something there.

There.

Running my hands through her hair.

Both of us thinking how good it can be.

Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.

The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.

This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.

Was it quite cliché? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.

The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.

“Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,” she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, “I want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.” Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.

On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.

But you didn't send her anything.

A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.

Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?

Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.

Y/n? Please answer me.

Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuck’s sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.

Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.

Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?

“I’m ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,” you say, making Ava sigh.

The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)

“Y/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,” she comments, “just like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.” Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.

Red. It reminded you of Melissa.

Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.

“Shut up, she won't come after me,” you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.

“Yes, she will. And y’know that very well.”

—

The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.

Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.

“Dear..” the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.

“What’s so interesting out there?” Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.

“Nothing.” Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.

She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.

“C'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.” The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.

On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.

Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.

“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.

The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.

The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.

“Melissa! What the fuck?” you said.

“So while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!” the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, “Had fun with your new best friend?”

“She’s not my best friend. We were just talking,” the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Melissa, stop acting like that!” you shout and she loses her temper even more.

“You suddenly act like a bitch and I’m the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?” she growls, fire in her green eyes.

“I dunno, a lot of things I suppose,” you retort coldly.

Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. “Look, I don’t want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.”

“We have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.”

“What? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?” The redhead asked in disbelief.

“Trust me. It’s better this way, for both of us,” you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.

—

After the ‘argument’ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.

The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.

“This is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.” Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.

“I understand that this situation is complicated, but don’t you think that both of you are exaggerating?” Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.

Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. “Schemmenti, haven’t you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.” She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Huh?”

“It’s so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,” the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, “If it weren’t for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.”

The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. “Ava, could you not be so specific about this? We’re in a school!” she scolds her.

“Whatever! It’s past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!”

Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?

“Why is she avoiding me then?” the redhead asks out loud, “that’s making me lose my mind. I just miss her.”

“Because of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly ‘cause of the last word printed on it.” That's all Ava says at that moment.

“A milf?” Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. “What does that mean? Is it something bad?”

“I was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,” she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, “but don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.”

“Alright..” the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, “so what does this whole milf thing means?”

“Mother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.”

Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. “Wait... so Y/n..” she starts but there is a pause.

“Is in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.” Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, “What are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.”

—

Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.

After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house — without caring about traffic regulations and rules — nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.

Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers — a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up — the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.

You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.

“I'm almost coming! I just hope you’re not a stupid lunatic or some other ,” you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.

You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. “Hon, it’s so good to see you again.” She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.

“Mel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.” You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.

“I don’t care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.” She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.

“We have to?” There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.

“Yeah, hon. We do.” She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.

She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. “I know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.”

“What? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?” you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.

A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“Ava told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.”

“I'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before ‘cause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.” She confessed with a smile on her face.

Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I'm a bit nervous,” you respond. “It's too much to process. Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s me. Just me,” Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. “I'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.”

“It was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didn’t deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,” you say, resting your foreheads together.

“I think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,” the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, “I wanna do this since New Year's Eve.”

“Yes, please, Mel.” You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.

The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.

“You know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.” Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.

“Shut up.” You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.

“Make me,” the redhead teases, “please.”

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[loaksbitch]

imagine how the sully boys would react to your sudden death right after you both fought or had an argument? — i don’t know why i wrote this but i had to write the pain i’m going through.

warnings — mention of death, numb feelings, losing mate, blood mention, lmk if i have to add anything.

“i’m so sorry” — jake sully

jake would instantly know something is wrong, that something has definitely happened to you. he would fly his ikran to where his friends had called him through the neck microphone, worry settling in him.

right the moment he lands to the ground, the na’vi’s that were covering your body opened a way for him. jake doesn’t say anything, looking at their eyes and questioning what was wrong. they only gave him a sad gaze, avoiding his eyes.

he could feel his knees weakening as he kept getting closer and closer. his heart raced, mind drifting to ugly thoughts.

jake let a small whimper out when your body came to view. he swallowed the pain on his throat, blinking the tears away. you’re laying on the floor, eyes closed and your sister next to you, holding onto your lifeless hand and crying.

she would look up to his standing figure, shaking her head and crying more. jake locked eyes with her before returning his gaze back to you. he was slow when he kneeled next to your body.

your lips were dry, no life in your face like there was minutes before you two argued and left him. jake bites on his inner cheek, pushing the threatening sob down to the pit of his chest.

the world shut down, the only source of light was your body in his mind. “baby.” he says, voice cracking and ears folding to his hair. you didn't answer him and it was breaking him. “c’mon, open your eyes.” he would brush his hand on the cold skin of your cheek.

“they shot her, they shot her when she was trying to save us.” your sister cried more.

jake told you not to do anything, at least not until he gave you an order but you were always stubborn. you always said no to things he told you not to do, you were the opposite.

jake closes his eyes, sneaking his arm under your head and pulling you to his body. he just wants to be close to you. he doesn’t say anything, the na’vi people watching him in concern when he just silently hugs you close to him.

you’re dead now, you’re no longer with him.

if only you heard him, if only you stopped being a stubborn brat and followed his orders. he still remembers how he yelled at you, telling you nothing you do will be worthy.

you just wanted him to know you can protect the people. your people.

jake softly cries, tears free from his eyes. “i’m sorry.” he would cry, holding you close like you’re the only oxygen he needed. “i’m so sorry, baby.” he cries. jake was never going to forgive himself after this. no, he just can’t live happily knowing he was somehow the reason that led you to your death.

“i’m sorry.” he would whisper as he kept crying.

“she’s not answering me” — neteyam sully

you died protecting him.

neteyam won’t ever stop taking the blame, not when you died taking a bullet for him. everything was in a slow mo, you screaming his name and throwing yourself on top of him.

he felt your body fall on top of him, tumbling him down to the floor. he cursed under his breath, arms wrapped on your waist to prevent you from getting hurt. “shit.” from the corner of his eyes, he can see his brother shooting the enemies and killing them all at once.

once everything was silent, neteyam held onto your back, about to get you up but he was met with a warm liquid smearing over his fingers.

he brings his hand up to see blood all over his hand and instant panic hits him. “princess?” he tries to shake you but you’re not budging. he was fast to roll you over, him on top of you and calling your name.

you’re not answering and it was eating him alive.

“don’t play with me, pretty girl, c’mon.” he taps on your cheek, looking down to see the hole the bullet created from your side to your stomach. neteyam can sense lo’ak walking close to him and gasping when he sees the mess.

“lo’ak, she's not answering me.” the panic and pain was visible in neteyam’s voice. your eyes are closed, not breathing, it was driving your mate crazy. “LO’AK! SHE’S NOT OPENING HER EYES?!” he was in pain, cradling your face to his large hands and humming.

“c’mon baby, lo-look at me.” his breath hitches, tears blurring his vision. “please, eywa, no.” it was in a blink of an eye when he lost you, when neteyam lost you to a fucking bullet.

he doesn’t care how he was looking maniac in front of his family that got here now. he can’t live without you, it’s hard without you. nothing was worth it without you and you’re just gone like that.

neteyam won’t be able to live one moment with you no longer next to him. he can’t and won’t accept the fact you died protecting him.

“i can’t lose you.” — lo’ak sully.

lo’ak knew the trouble he causes would make him pay consequences and he knew dragging you into his problems would cost him high prices.

he doesn’t even know how things turned dark so fast, how the sound of you giggling while you two hide in the bush from the skypeople shifted to where you’re now fighting for your life and whimpering in pain.

“hang on baby, we’re almost there.” he holds you close, trying to sit you straight and help you lean on his chest while he flies you both with his ikran.

the skypeople found you two and tried to get you, but lo’ak was fast enough to get you both out of there but what he didn’t know was you had been shot on your chest while he kept dragging you by your hand.

“lo’ak, i can’t breath.” your loincloth was soaked with your own blood. lo’ak let a cry out, pressing his hand to your chest and commanding his ikran to hurry. “no, try to breath, i can’t lose you.”

he knew he was going to lose you, he knows you’re gonna die sooner or later but lo’ak was in denial. your vision was blurry but you know you’re not far from the village now. but the sad thing was you know you don’t have much time.

you’re barely conscious when the ikran lands on the camp. lo’ak sliding down before bringing you down and securing his arms under your knee and back. you cough, metalic taste on your tongue. “lo’ak…” he heard you whisper but he only shushed you, telling you not to waste your energy.

“SOMEONE HELP! MY MATE IS DYING?!” you can hear him cry, your head lolling to his chest. he knew you didn't have much time, the blood you lost was too much and was smearing on both of your bodies, your vision suddenly turned white, something pulling you down in force.

lo’ak watches the na’vi’s gasp in shock, your weight now heavy on his hold. he was scared to look down, his heart in pain when he didn't feel you breathing. lo’ak sucks a deep breath and looks at you, taking your relaxed features.

his knees were weak, he was now kneeling and placing you on the ground. “no,” he silently whispers. lo’ak glances at your chest and it’s not moving, you’re not breathing and something in him breaks. “no, no, no.” you’re gone too soon.

his bloody large palm pressing on chest, trying to get your life back. “you just can’t leave, wake up.” he cries, shaking his head. lo’ak brings your blood smeared and lifeless hand to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth but nothing was there.

“open your eyes fr’me, look at me.” he hates how the people are watching him in sympathy, his mother’s voice getting closer. your eyes are open, staring on nothing when you’re being cradled to his arm. your blood was all over his face, hand, chest.

no one knows what happened, you two were laughing when you left for a flying date but now lo’ak is back with a lifeless body of a person who he saw his future with.

lo’ak keeps crying, having your body close to him and hissing when the na’vi’s try to take you away. he knew his actions will have consequences but on eywa he never thought you were the price he was costing.

are we feeling okay? i need thoughts on this cause i can’t be the only one suffering now teehee ;D — like + reblogs are super appreciated!

i love each and every one of you sm! ** mwah

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[speedycoffeedelight]

An Animalistic Disaster

Summery:Where you reveal a bit of your past and go on a shopping trip with the girls (And Pentious).

Masterlist

CH-14 :Past memories and a shopping trip

Tw: domestic abuse.

"When I was six, me and my mom went to live with mom's brother, my uncle and aunt. They had a daughter and a son, Melody and Skylar.

Melody was younger and more timid than me. I gradually realised that Melody was almost like a puppet to her parents. They gave all their focus on Skylar. Which would make sense since he was a kid then. But they took it too far.

They would never try to discipline Skylar. It was clear her parents had a soft spot for him. Skylar understood that very clearly and would abuse that."

You sighed, remembering what used to happen in that household.

"Skylar would scream and hit Melody whenever he wanted and if we as much as raised our voice on him, he would cry endlessly in front of his mom like we hit him brutally. Before you say anything, he would only do that whenever his parents were around to hear, so that little shit knew what he was doing.

And of course his mom would believe him every fucking time. So since I couldn't make him behave, the best course of action was to lock myself up in my room so he couldn't get in and cause trouble for me."

"That sounds horrible...." Charlie gasped.

"That's not the end of it." You sadly smiled. "I haven't even told you why I'm hated."

"I hated how they treated Melody from the bottom of my heart. I would speak up for her since she couldn't.

She would often seek refuge in me and stay in my room away from everyone. I read her my different storybooks, showed her my favourite shows and shared my experiences. Gradually she began to think for herself. She began to stand up for herself. Her parents hated that.

They blamed me for corrupting their sweet child with my venomous company. They were mad they couldn't control Melody like before.

Their scolding and hitting got worse from then. There were times we would stay locked in my room for hours while her mom kept shouting all shitty things she could say about me. She even told Melody, A child, to live with me instead of them if she liked me that much."

"Please tell me you guys did something about that later..." Vaggie almost pleaded.

"When things got worse and I couldn't take it anymore, I finally told my mom one day after she got home from work. I didn't want to tell her at first before cause I didn't want to make her worry. My mom and aunt had a huge argument then. Later finally, we rented a small house for ourselves."

'But what happened to Melody?' Angel quickly asked and Charlie translated it just as fast. Everyone had the same question in their mind.

"She...stayed back. I asked her to come with me but she smiled and shook her head. She said she wanted to stay and make that place better."

'Ya gotta hand it to the kid. She had some real guts to stay in a family like that'

You nodded at what Husk said after Vaggie translated it.

"She really had. We did get to see each other from time to time in our family gatherings and such and kept in contact through texting and calling sometimes. But I'm glad to say our bond ever wavered no matter how long we are away from each other "

You said with a small smile looking at everyone.

"Melody has learned to be her own person since I left despite still being in those harsh conditions. And even after all this time, I've never gotten close to her parents for this reason."

You finally finished talking and looked at them for their reactions. Charlie almost immediately tackled you into a hug.

"I knew you were great person! Thank you thank you thank you!"

"Thanks for what Charlie?"

"Nothing don't worry about it!"

Charlie was relieved that you were actually a good person. She doesn't have to feel guilty for defending you. She hugged you tighter in happiness almost choking you.

"C-charlie, can't breathe-"

"Oh sorry sorry"

She quickly let you go and smiled brightly at you. "You're a nice person (Y/n)." Vaggie gave you soft smile.

Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing. The earlier suspicion on you vanishing in an instant.

"Yeah well anyways" you scratched your neck while blushing from all this attention you're getting plus seeing all their eyes on you. "We should eat dinner and go to sleep. I plan on going shopping tomorrow. I want Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty accompanying me since they turned human."

"We get to hang around in the human world?" Niffty said excitedly. You chuckled noticing her enthusiasm.

"Yes you can plus we'll be doing job hunting for you guys. We don't know how long it'll take to find a job so we should start searching from tomorrow "

"Awesome!"

With that, you all slowly went around cooking while chatting, making jabs at one another. Angel was almost thrown into a cooking pot by accident but Charlie noticed it immediately. Other then that, everything was fine.

After sleeping again in previous positions, you woke up to Vaggie calling you this time. You smiled at her and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

After you finished,you went to the kitchen to see Charlie cooking this time with her tongue out a bit upwards as she was flipping pancakes very carefully. It was honestly quite adorable to watch. Vaggie was about to call you but you put a finger on your mouth, making Vaggie go quiet.

You slowly tiptoed behind Charlie making Vaggie look at you confused. Just as Charlie finished flipping a Pancake, you went 'Boo' in her ear playfully. But you didn't expect what happened.

Charlie let out a surprised yelp as she let go of the pan. A bright golden light engulfed her as something fell to the ground in a thud.

As the light disappeared, there was Charlie again, but in her sheep form.

'Oh no, oh no, oh nononono! I'm not getting stuck in this form again!'

She started to scream in panic with sheep sounds and ran around. Vaggie quickly tried running after her to try and calm her down. She picked up a very scared Charlie and held her close as you looked over with guilt.

"Hun calm down, breathe." Vaggie patted Charlie as she looked looked up at her girlfriend teary eyed. "Try to see if you can become human again okay?"

Charlie nodded and calmed her nerves as she tried to imagine herself as human again. After some time, a golden light engulfed her again as she again reappeared as human in Charlie's arms.

"Vaggie, I'm human again! I'm human!" She said shaking Vaggie. "Yes, I can see that...but what happened? Can we turn to our human and animal form at will?" Charlie shruged, not knowing. You came forward looking down.

"I'm really really sorry Charlie. I didn't mean for that to happen.." you said meekly.

"It's alright... It just gave me a little shock that's all" Charlie said nervously laughing. "But at least I turned back again."

'What happened? Why are you all looking so shaken?' Husk said stepping into the room alongside Angel and noticing the pair on the floor holding each other as well as you looking at them apologetically.

After Vaggie told him his eyes were wide open. 'Wait, no shit? That actually worked? Let me see if I can try.' Husk and Angel both tried to imagine themselves as humans but nothing happened. 'Guess it only works with those who already transformed..' Angel sighed.

"Make sure to let others know about this and oh-" Charlie's nose picked up a burning smell. "MY PANCAKES!" She quickly ran towards the pan to salvage the food before it's fully wasted.

You volunteered to eat the slightly burnt pancake as an apology and after that, it was time to go shopping. You, Charlie, Vaggie and Niffty all dressed up in your clothes. Vaggie gathered all the animals before going.

"I'm leaving my front door open in case you all need something. But for this reason, I'll need you all to stay close to the house as well to guard it." You said looking at all of them.

"Especially you Alastor, you're the only one that can do something if a burglar comes by." Since you saw how Alastor could fight even in this form in the woods, he was the best option.

'Yes, yes, I know you can't do anything without me. You girls can go ahead without worry. I'll keep watch." Alastor said in a bored tone but inside he was fuming with pride that you relied on him the most.

"Now then, we shouldn't take too much time. Be safe you guys. You're free to go." With that you went to get the car ready as your three companions waited patiently.

Sir Pentious was about to slither back to the cabin but stopped seeing Cherri head towards your car. Being confused he quickly followed her. Cherri jumped into the car's open trunk while you weren't looking and Pentious did the same.

'Misss Cherri what are you doing here? We're supposed to be back at the cabin!' Pentious whisper shouted.

'Wha- Hey what the fuck man. Don't creep up on me like that!' Cherri was a little spooked seeing Pentious behind her. She thought she was being discreet.

'And I'm going to the town with them! I can't wait till I've transformed see what the world is like now since I'm the last. So I'm hitching a ride!'

'But isn't thiss a bad idea? What if sssomeone sees uss?'

'Oh quit your yapping. You can leave if you want.'

But he could not even if wanted since the trunk closed on them followed by the car starting. Cherri had a grin on her face and Pentious had a look of worry.

Niffty decided to sit next to you on the car and Charlie and Vaggie sat behind. While driving, you started some songs for everyone to enjoy.

All three of them were enjoying the sight of human world as they were practically glued to their windows. Especially Charlie since she spent her entire life in hell. Even though they went outside in your cabin, it was nothing compared to driving through various places like this. The sight of them made the corners of your lips turn up.

"By the way Niffty, did you get any powers like us?" Vaggie asked suddenly remembering.

"Not really, no. Me and mr.Alastor tried really hard to see if I had any type of powers but nothing worked." Niffty answered while her eyes were still glued to the window. "But I can turn into a dog again at will now!"

"I see..oh and (Y/n). Can I request something..?" Vaggie asked sheepishly.

"Hm,yes? What is it?"

"Can I get some glasses? I think my eye sight has lessened.."

"Oh yes sure! We'll get your eyes checked then!"

Finally you reached your place. You parked the car and you three finally stepped outside. Suddenly Niffty started sniffing the air with her ears moving.

"Niffty? What's wrong?" Charlie asked concerned. Niffty didn't answer as she stepped behind the trunk and opened it.

"Uh-huh! Found you! I knew I heard some weird sounds coming from the back!"

"What? Who's there?" You went to stand beside Niffty and found Pentious and Cherri red handed.

You quickly pulled the hood down and looked around see if anyone was starting at you. Having a squirrel was fine but people might report you to the police if they saw you have a snake in your car, thinking you're a poacher. And the worst thing is they'll take him away to who knows where.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here? You guys should be at the cabin!" You hissed through your teeth at them.

'What? Taking a stroll couldn't hurt! Plus this dumbass followed me here himself.' Cherri said looking at Pentious. 'I wass only trying to ssee what you were doing!'

You sighed. You couldn't leave them both here. Who knows what they'll start doing if they're left alone. You don't want to have any more trouble in your hands. Rummaging through the car, you found a big shopping bag that you usually use for groceries.

"Jump in here and not a single peek from either of you got it?" You said holding the bag in front of them.

'Got it!' Cherri grinned as she jumped inside and Pentious followed. You gave the bag to Niffty.

"Niffty can I ask you to take care of this bag? Make sure none of them peeks their head out of try to come out okay?" You requested her with worry. "Can you do that for me?"

"Mam,Yes Mam! I'll make sure of that!" She copied military style and gave you a salute making you chuckle a bit.

"I'll hold onto that then"

After that was over, you guys went to buy foods and two extra mattresses for now. Then you guys went to buy clothes. They didn't buy much since they could just wear your clothes for the most part as you suggested and bought personal items. You'll have to spend more money on the boys clothes when they turn human. And finally on Vaggie's glasses.

After a successful trip, you four bought some ice creams as you headed towards your car. Cherri did try to sneak out a couple of times but Niffty made sure she couldn't. Some people on the street thought the three of them were cosplaying and wanted to take selfies  but you quickly declined.

You also collected some informations on the places looking to hire right now. You decided to sort through them later. You led them through a shortcut to reach the parking lot faster. You spent more time than you planned on getting sucked in the fun hanging out with them.

All in all it was a successful shopping trip. That was until you turned a corner while walking and bumped into someone making you spill your ice cream over them.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!" You quickly yelled out looking at the shirt that now had a stain and some bits of ice cream falling to the ground from the shirt.

"Oi look where you're going bitch!" The guy yelled out pushing you away from him. You would fall to the floor if Vaggie didn't catch you in time. "Careful!" She yelled out.

As the guy started to come closer Charlie moved in front of you defensively. "She said sorry already! So please stop this!" She pleaded as you stood up again.

"Fuck no. That bitch ruined my shirt and now she'll have to pay for it!" The guy shoved Charlie aside and grabbed your collar making you look at his face.

Niffty was standing behind Vaggie still holding onto the bag as the scene transpired in from of her. She started growling unknowningly as she took a step ahead.

Sir Pentious and Cherri were listening to everything that was transpiring outside.

'Shit, something very bad is happening outside!' Cherri said looking a bit nervous.

'It sounds like (Y/n) is in trouble..' Pentious said as they both peeked out of the bag just as you were grabbed by your collar.

'(Y/n) no..I can't let anything happen to her!' Pentious said as he jumped out of the bag. Niffty finally noticed him. "Pentious you're not supposed to be out!"

'She helped us all these time, fed us, took care of us. The least I can do is protect in danger!'

His body began to grow bright yellow. Vaggie who was about to jump onto the guy, stopped and looked behind her.

The man's disgusting breath hit your nose like a tornado. He raised one hand to hit you as you quickly prepared yourself to defend. But a hand came from behind you, catching the attackers raised one.

"I don't think it's in proper manner to hit a lady."

A.N: So I've realised that I should probably make the chapters longer otherwise there's gonna be a huge number of chapters by the time I'm finished.

So yeah, heads up for that! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Also I didn't tell here before, but I'm planning on a QnA if I reach 1k votes and kudos in ao3 and wattpad. I already reached 1k on wattpad and now for the ao3 (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

You guys can ask the cast or me any questions during that. But of course, no telling spoilers.

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@darifes @aria-tempest

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[yesimilkdamilkman]

···➯ 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰.

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐗 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Art credits to @purplemys. Also, very proud of myself to be the first to post Francis Angst🤗🤗. I made this because one of my moots thought it was okay to tell me she wanted to write Francis cheating on us, so blame her. Also got help from another moot, with some of this!! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; You both just wanted to get home, but only one of you did.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; ANGST, ANGST AND MORE ANGST. Major Character Death, murder, and gore, established relationship.

04.19.24 | 𝟔𝟐𝟖 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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"You got your papers ready?" You asked Francis, knowing he usually forgets to have them ready, "mm.. I do." Slim finger rubbing up and down on your shoulder while the other held the umbrella you two shared. You were holding his milk carrier that was filled with empty Jars. You both picked up the paste, wanted to get back home before the storm got any worse, or a doppelganger wanted you both as its dinner.

Your building had finally come into your and Francis' line of view. You heard him let out a relifed sigh, as he squeeze your shoulder and kiss your cheek.

You both turn your head to the road, as a bottle rolls down the street, with blood on it. Your heart dropped instantly as you whipped your head, looking down the street, and saw it.

Ms.Laker, you know knew her it, but that wasn't her. It tried to mimic her, but the face was thinning and drooping like ice cream on a hot summer day. It was staring at you and Francis, like a predator that watches its prey.

"Go," you heard him but, you didn't hear him. "Go, Run now!" He repeated himself, dropping the umbrella while pushing you back. And Just as you and Francis took off, you heard a screech. Coming from the creature, as it began to chase you both.

But, with you and heels and Francis being a smoker. It wasn't, long before it had caught up to you both. You felt something called cold and slimy wrap around your ankle, dragging you back. The milk carrier dropped, while the bottles rolled elsewhere.

"Francis!"

Snapping his neck to look back he saw you, and that thing dragging you away. He knew that you both weren't getting out of this.

He grabbed one of the empty jars and launched at whatever was wrapped around your ankle, splitting it in 2 giving you enough time to kick off your heels and run to the building. You and Francis made eye contact but he only nodded at you. You kept running, trusting that he would catch up to you and call the D.D.D. to clean up this mess.

The thing screeched, before redirecting its attention at Francis . Francis grabbed another bottle close to him, charging at it. It pulled back an arm, while Francis raised the bottle in his hand.

Francis came in arms reach with it, as it did with it. It swiped at Francis' stomach as he rammed the bottle into its head; killing it.

You heard wails, one sounded human and one didn't, you turned around, looking in horror as that thing lay down on the ground with a bottle in its head. And Francis stood there for a few seconds, before falling onto the crimson concrete. You had watched him, wrap his arms around his stomach as his inside fell out, like slime pouring over a counter.

Letting out a scream, before turning on the balls of your feet and rushing toward Francis. Lifting his upper body into your arm weeping, as the realization set in that; he was dying. You didn't, couldn't say anything. All you did was cry; mourning at the loss of your fiance. He lifted his arm covered in his own blood, caressing your cheek, trying to say anything but he couldn't, choking on his own fluids as he stared at you in fear. But dropping his arm, and his body relaxed.

Serins, were becoming louder, it was the D.D.D. Someone must've seen and called but it was too late. Sitting in the middle of the blooded street with the love of your life, limp in your arms. Covered in his blood, you cried as you held onto the man, that you knew.

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#𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬🗒📃🕯️🧾 #tnmn francis mosses #francis tnmn #tnmn #thats not my neighbor angst #tnmn angst #Francis angst #milk man angst #tnmn milkman #Francis Mosses Angst #francis mosses #francis mosses x black reader #francis mosses thats not my neighbor #francis mosses smut #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x reader #doppelganger francis mosses #thats not my neighbour milkman #thats not my neighbor #tnmn fanfic

[stormhearty]

Hello, storm, are you ali right? I hope so, because I've just read the last part of "Pushed to the Edge" and I've been staring at the wall since I finished reading it.

As a good lover of angst, I have to say that this ending broke my heart into pieces. And I don't even know where to start, but here we go!

I don't know what I felt when I got to the part where Azriel was listening to the inner circle being tortured and he was trying to reach them and couldn't. My heart ached the moment I read it. My heart ached the moment Nesta and Cassian screamed for each other, Feyre and Rhys. But I remembered all the moments when the reader begged to be heard, and was ignored and dismissed as nothing. As for Elain, I confess I thought she'd been killed, not that she was still alive, and nothing compares to my surprise at the moment she was stabbed, but again, here I am without reaction (rumor has it she looked like the Cheshire cat smiling). Could I feel sorry? Yes, but I remember her lying about her powers and as Eris said: what for? To win Azriel's affection and be seen, while Y/n was left in corners and erased like an unwanted stain on a sofa? But I'm not going to put all the blame on her, because even though she was a big idiot and a jerk, the whole Inner Circle had a hand in breaking our beloved reader (especially Az). And Azriel? Being tortured and used to help destroy Prythian was so I can't find words, because it will weigh heavily on him and how he failed as a companion and protector. And I confess I felt my soul weep when he saw her die for the second time, even though the first wasn't in his arms, and the second was the final one and it was in his arms😭 I didn't cry so much for his loss, but for her decision to die, but I can't see a place where she would live with her actions, even under the darkness. I'm not going to lie, I wanted to cry a lot when he saw that she was dying, my foolish heart can't take something like that, even though I know he deserved it and I reinforce what Kosechi said "You all never deserved it…"

Don't touch me! My Roman empire was thinking about Helion after the end, because even though he didn't appear, I kept thinking about how he felt about everything the reader was doing. I confess that one of my biggest fears was having to read about him here, since my heart couldn't bear to see him destroyed watching Y/n, but my imagination chased me and I just wanted to hug and comfort him😭

Thank you, Storm (that suits you as you brought a storm to me, causing my little boat to be shipwrecked) for giving us something as distressing as this story💖 it will have a place in my heart.

Note: maybe some words don't come out in the context I meant, because my English is a translator💀😭

@favsrachz

Hahaha!! I am doing great! I am super excited about people's reaction to the final part of "Pushed to the Edge"! And it looks like people are enjoying the twists and turns of the last part!

I so much enjoy reading your reaction to this last part, my dear!! It is a rollercoaster of emotions -- I really wanted to play with that. Reader getting her revenge against the IC, against Prythian, against Azriel. I wanted to have reader get her just dues with torturing the IC, letting them hear each other's agony and pain, when they couldn't do the same for her. That is their torture -- to be reminded of what they couldn't do for her.

And no! Haha! Elain didn't die (unfortunately). Reader wouldn't let her get away with it so easily with death . She wanted her to live and regret and have her family hate and dislike her for the rest of her eternal life.

And Azriel, being tortured and used was a small touched. Many people said that it would be interesting to see how far the inner circle would do to get her back, to show their devotion, to show their regret-- and Azriel's part shows that. He would do anything for her at that point.

And your right, reader wouldnt be able to live with herself knowing that she was a part of Prythian's destruction. You'll find out more of readers thoughts and insight and decision of all that in the epilogue

And Helion! My dear Day High Lord! I am and will write about that in the epilogue! The aftermath of this part will be written in the epilogue! Please do look forward to it!

And no! You are fine! I understood what you were trying to express and I have to tell you thank you so much for your support for this series!

And Storm is such a cute author nickname! Thank you ❤️❤️

#( .asks ) #( .nikki ramblings )

[wonolic]

How Corina died ! (⁠･⁠o⁠･⁠ ;⁠ )

A/N: So, recently I've been thinking about how I hate Subaru's tsundere side and how I think he's much worse, so here's a post about how Corina died. Sorry that I suddenly disappeared, I think I'm back(?), I got inspired by this song.

︵ ︵ ︵ ︵ . . . .

I wish I didn't say those things to him. I was trying so, so hard to bond with him, but it was impossible, Subaru is impossible. What could I even do? There wasn't a way to run away or avoid my fate, I was predestined for this since I put my two feet inside of this manor.

But I really thought we were making some progress. Two days ago, he even told me a bit about his mother and their troubled relationship. I told him it wasn't his fault, after all, nobody asks for bad parents, right?.. So why did I use it against him some days later?

...

We just got back from school and I followed him to his room, trying to know why he was mad at me. Subaru yelled at me, I don't even remember the reason now, I was just trying to help him, but most probably the entire house was hearing our argument.

I wasn't thinking correctly at that moment, Subaru said things that made my heart ache, it was all that Kou guy's fault for trying to kiss me, not mine!

I wanted him to feel the same as me, wanted to use the same cruel words he used. It was the heat of the moment, I promise I regretted it the moment I realized what I said.

...

I put my own hands on my mouth, I was clearly in shock with myself, but it was already too late, “I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-” I couldn't even end my apologies before he put his hand on my throat and pushed me against the wall, making sure that his grip was hard enough so I couldn't say anything more.

“You talk too much with that damn mouth of yours, slut. Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.” He kept squeezing harder, tears escaped my eyes while I looked at the roof.

My mom never truly accepted that I didn't believe in God, always told me that, someday, in a moment of need, I would cry out to God, maybe that was the moment she was talking about?

He threw me to the ground with all of his strength, making me hit my back on the floor and choking on my own saliva, coughing, having trouble to breathe, he just made my situation more difficult by kicking me in the stomach, right after kicking my shoulder to turn me around.

“What if I cut your tongue out so you can't ever talk again? Huh? What do you think about it, bitch?” He let out a laugh, watching me suffer like that, he surely was enjoying it, “Say on my face, say those same words again. I dare you.” Subaru put his feet on my throat and started to make pressure, taking my breath away one more time.

He probably didn't even notice how much pressure he was putting on his feet, how hard he was stepping on my throat, I'm sure he just wanted to make me scared.

Screaming at me to look at his face but I couldn't because I felt too lightheaded, my vision was blurry and I couldn't focus on anything at all, it was until we heard a little ‘crack’, together with me feeling something snap on my neck.

Suddenly, he wasn't enjoying it so much. It was the most painful and agonizing three minutes of my entire life. I tried really hard, but I couldn't breathe, nothing came out nor came in, cold sweat trickled down my forehead, my vision getting blurry just like before, and the unique thing I could do was cry out for God just like my mom said I would.

...

I don't blame him, I was the wrong one, I was the one who provoked this situation, maybe I even deserved that, I was insensitive to him when it was the thing he needed the most.

It's just.. funny how he told me that my voice was the prettiest he ever heard, but he was the one who took it away from me.

A/N: R.I.P my girl (01-09-2011), she didn't even see blackpink debut. She actually lasted longer than I expected, 2 months living with them? She was a fighter. For those who didn't understand, she died of respiratory failure after Subaru broke her neck.

#☆ — [ oc . corina tanaka ] #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #subaru sakamaki #corina tanaka

[toastbaby]

I just came home from the Eras tour movie and here are some thoughts:

First each era:

Lover: definitely a good place to start! Who doesn't love screaming the Cruel Summer bridge? But whyy did they have to cut the ultimate Katniss Everdeen song? (Aka The Archer)

Fearless: Fun and nostalgia! I don't really have much else to add about this section.

Evermore: I got more emotional than I expected about this section! Willow is an Experience TM (in a good way ofc), but also, Marjorie nearly made me cry, and the setting in Tolerate it is so well thought out. The Champagne Problems bridge ♥ I don't even mind NBNC had been removed from the movie because it's not my personal favorite 😅

Reputation: this is my personal favorite era so it's no surprise I was pretty much jumping up and down on my seat... Wish it was a little longer tho, like it would have been amazing to have songs like I did something bad or Getaway Car in the set list, but I shouldn't complain because some other eras are even shorter. (Also, the transition between Don't blame me and Look what you made me do! Always gets me)

Speak now: Only Enchanted (since Long Live had been moved to the ending credits, which admittedly was probably a good move) but well, it's always a lot of fun to scream the chorus, and Taylor's dress in this section looks so gorgeous!

Red: probably my least favorite section mainly due to my low tolerance to the earworms, but it was still fun (yes I even sang along to waneegbt, which I didn't think I'd do :'D) and ATW never disappoints!

Folklore: dare I say.... the section where I noticed my attention starting to go to other things, even though there were also songs I love such as August and Illicit Affairs. I would have kept Cardigan in the movie and taken, idk, f. ex. tlgad out of this section if smth had to be cut. And! I may make a separate post about this but damn I realized that My tears ricochet is such a hijacked Peeta song! Maybe it's just me but there were many parts that I could connect with him, but yeah, more about that later.

1989: After the much calmer folklore section this felt like 'it's party time!!' :'D It felt somehow more special knowing that we'll get the TV in only a couple of weeks! I think this section has pretty much all those songs you'd expect it to have, and tbh I don't even mind too much Wildest dreams got cut from the movie version.

surprise songs: ngl the LA shows each had such /amazing/ surprise songs (imo) that they couldn't have gone wrong now matter which ones they would have filmed (I was secretly hoping for You are in love and/or 1 of the reputation songs she sang in the last few shows), but I was very happy about YOYOK. Even filmed the bridge part and I could hear myself yelling it in the bg 😅 Our song is also fun tho I'm not really that big on the debut album generally speaking.

Midnights: Another favorite of mine. Those sitting near me were probably annoyed by the loudness with which I sang 'it's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me'. Karma is such a great way to finish the show (in my biased opinion, bc Karma is definitely one of my favorite songs from Midnights), and I wouldn't take anything out of this section.

Overall experience: While I admit that the (almost) 3 hours were starting to feel at some point, I don't think I would want it any shorter, I had such a great time! My personal experience was made better by the subtitles because I'm still a rookie Swiftie who doesn't remember each and every song by heart so it really helped me to sing along 😂 The movie hall I was watching it in wasn't huge, and well, I'm Finnish and we Finns are not generally speaking known for being loud so it did not get too loud at any point, but me and my neighbors were still singing along pretty much the whole time and I was also pleased that many fellow movie visitors knew some regular habits from the concerts, such as doing the heart hands or yelling 1, 2, 3 let's go bitch, etc. Luckily no one stood up near me! It was probably a good thing to go on the premiere day because I could tell most of the others in the hall were fans and not just going there 'because why not'. (Nothing wrong with that, but I myself feel more comfortable when I know that those near me are not judging me for being an enthusiastic viewer) And, as an added bonus, I got a friendship bracelet!!! I didn't think anyone would bring them, but the one sitting right next to me did, and it was such a nice gesture (I got one that said 'Cruel Summer'. They also gave us the tour posters at the cinema)

This movie/concert made me also realize how much happier (Taylor's) music currently makes me, so thank you, Miss Swift, for allowing even us here in the cold north to see this before you've even toured Europe!

Overall, 10/10, would (and likely will) go again. And yep, can't wait for next May now!

#taylor swift #eras tour movie

[justinwifewrites]

Chapter 9

:word count: 6

Anthony pov:"ANTHONY" she screams while I'm taking a nap "what stephie" "now will you watch my dance" "bro" "MY RECITALS TONIGHT!" "Fine do it" she dose her dance for her ballet recital tonight and all week she's waited her whole life to dance in front of people and maybe get a scholarship to a good dance schools of all genres and grow up and dance how? She don't care as long as she's dancing "WATCH ANT!" "Ok! Shit" she starts her dance and she doesn't do bad at all then she start crying "hey stephie what's wrong" "my turns are sloppy my feet aren't pointed my face is stuck with no emotion and I was off beat" she sobs "step you did great and all those little thing arnt noticeable" "YOU DIDNT NOTICE BECAUSE YOU DONT CARE OR KNOW ANYTHING IF I GOT infront  OF AN AUDIENCE AND MADE THOSE MISTAKES ID BE DEAD IN THE BALLET WORLD ID BE DROPED FRM THE TEAM NO ONE WOULD TAKE ME AND I COULD'NT DO BALLET AGAIN you know what I don't blame you,you a popular jock who sings and dances to everything BUT  you wouldn't last a second in a 5 step ballet routine but I can last a 25 step one but with what you just saw would never get me far and I'm tired of you not giving me good instructions because you don't care or don't understand I'm sick and tired so shut up and leave me be" "steph..." "I DONT WANNA HEAR IT" she runs up stairs and plays her song full max I didn't know what to say so I called y/n but the music was to loud so I slid a note threw Steph's door 'I'm going to call someone I'll be back I'm just outside if you don't see me I'm walking around outside' she slid a note saying 'ok.' I stepped outside "y/n" "what's up ant" "I need help with Steph" "ok what's wrong" "so basically I was doing something then she told me to watch her dance and make sure I was paying attention then when she was done I complemented her then she pointed out everything she did wrong and ran to room yelling we and screaming  and crying" "...what style of dance dose she do..." she deadpanned "huh" "what style of ballet dose she do Anthony" "b-ballet" "of course I'll be over in 5" "minutes?" She runs in there drive way "SECONDS" "what the hell" she runs past ME and to my sisters room "Donde esta tú hermana" "esta aquí" "hey Steph" "hi y/n" "so why are you so upset at your brother" "because he lied to me about how good a did when I danced for him" "watch this baby" she did a 8 count "wow that was beautiful" "really because my turns are off beat I stopped at 4 knowing it was a 8 and" step looked at me confused "but noticed a you didn't notice and B i kept going" "mhm" "that's what you are going to do on that stage tonight" "but-" "but what" "I don't look good on a stage" "we just talked about this" "no like I'm fat my acne stands out my hair messes everything up and I just can't" Anthony bust threw the door "NEVER SAY THAT ABOUT YOURSELF AGAIN YOU'RE BEUATIFUL AND SMART AND JUST AMAZING SO IF I EVER CATCH YOU TALKING BAD ABOUT YOU AGAIN" "I want to be mad that you bust into my room and yelled at me but I appreciate y'all's message" "no problem" "let's go to the show"

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr #writing

[melody-k-hart]

TW: domestic abuse, child abuse, and paranoia

I don't think about that day as often anymore

You'd think something that caused me six months or more of paranoia

At least six months of double and triple checking the front door was locked

Would have been something that still impacts me

Or maybe it does

Maybe it's present in the way I avoid the hospital in my home town, the last place I heard he worked

Maybe it's in the way that I watch carefully if there is a car that looks like his

The way I jumped a couple months back when I swore a man that looked just like him was him for a good minute

The way my heart started racing when I smelled his cologne in the hallway of my school

The way I'm terrified he'll stalk me till he can find a moment I'm alone and confront me, kidnap me, hurt me

When I do think about that day I think about how I acted

It started off with banging and my mother screaming, both of us waking up terrified that there was a robber in the house or someone trying to kill her

Then I heard him yelling

He was shouting some nonsense about being stabbed in the back, how my mother wasn't allowed to treat him like that, how she fucked up-

All lies and manipulation

I have no idea what went through my mother's mind when he started yelling but I knew she was terrified

I had never been able to have a say in their arguments, never allowed to point out which side was right even when I tried to look at it from an unbiased perspective, even though he was almost always wrong

My best option had been to deescalate the situation, I try to tell myself that

But I still remember the weakness I felt

As I opened my door, trembling from head to toe, absolutely terrified at the rage I heard in his voice

I asked him to have this conversation another time when he had calmed down

To have this conversation another time

Another time

I don't know why I thought there would ever be any sanity in this conversation he was trying to have

Sorry I mean rage fest

But hearing my terrified voice made my mother let him in her room

I didn't understand much of what was said

Just so much yelling

I remember shaking so hard, just trying to breathe, not yet crying because I had to be there

If he had tried anything, If he hurt her

Of course I would have to call someone

Of course this tragedy would land in my lap for my responsibility

He didn't though

Once things had calmed down my mom tried to have a conversation with all of us

Made me have a conversation with this man I wanted nothing to do with

He spoke about tragedies that happened to him, as if those were the reasons he was lashing out, no fault of his if he had been touched by a priest as a child right? No fault of his if his dad was never there for him and he had to raise his brothers right?

My mother decided to share my struggles against my consent to this man that had just terrorized us in an attempt to show we were all struggling with stuff

I barely said a word, just nodding to get away from this

We had several conversations with him

Probably more than several

Each time he deflected the blame, never seeming to understand what he did wrong, but always trying to play nice as if he could just get by until he was no longer under fire

He kept tripping on things though, going back to angry

I don't know how many times I told my mom

I want him out of this fucking house

Until he heard me one day and had another tantrum

That was another thing, any time he heard me complaining about him to my mom he would yell and scream at both of us as if I was the problem for ever not liking something he did

But, my mom kicked him out that day

He kept saying he had no where to go so my mom found him several places

He wanted none of them

He went back to his mommies only because he threatened to kill himself if she didn't let him back

He had to keep coming back for his things

It was the last time that made me paranoid about locking the door

See every time he was at the house after the day he blew up I would be so anxious I didn't want to sleep, eat, or go to the bathroom

I was so scared he would try something again

This time he decided to come in the house without talking to my mom

She took the house key from him

Told him whatever he had left she would drop off on his mother's porch

Banned him from the house once and for all

Locking the door behind him

And that lock became my safety blanket

I kept thinking if I left it unlocked and one day he became angry again he would break in and try to kill us

So I locked a thousand times

Made sure it was locked everytime I heard a noise

Took my brain so long to calm down, to realize he wasn't actually going to do that

A month after my mom banned him sbe still messaged him, trying to get him to work on himself, so maybe he could come back, like it could all be fixed

My mom meant a therapist

He sunk deeper into the 'spirtuality' rehtoric he had been trying to recuit my mom into the night before he blew up, why she locked her door that night not wanting to talk after he tried to get her to join a cult

Why he felt he was back stabbed

None of this however is why I bring this up

Why I bring this up is because of a dream I had a month or so back and how I think about that day in my head now

The dream only had one vivid part, he was in our house for some reason, I remember realizing on some level I was dreaming and he said some bullshit

In my dream I jumped him and started bashing his head into the fucking floor

How I think about that day now is filled with anger

How I want to go back and take the baseball bat from the front hall and bash him over the head with it

How even though I'm starting to hate my mother she is my family

She is my mess to deal with

How even if I hate her guts she is part of me

How I am so possessive of it

How I want to kill anyone who hurts what I care about

Cause she is my mother god damn it

And fucking no one

No one

Is allowed to hurt what is mine

[crazylil-lion]

Anyone else genuinely scared to look at themselves in the mirror?

Like not only because I hate how I look but because I don't recognize the thing standing before me.

It doesn't feel real. How could that be me?

I look myself in my eyes and I see someone else.

Empty, dead eyes, a sadistic grin. The part of me that knows no matter how much I try to drown it out with lorazepam. With loud music. With games. With anime. Multitasking until I'm dead to avoid the fucking monster inside me.

When I look into my eyes in the mirror I see the demon before me and I get sick. Thoughts of all the things I've done wrong, things I could have done better. People I could have helped and given more to flash before my eyes.

I don't recognize myself because the truth is who I am died years ago in that house.

My personality was destroyed my life turned meaningless.

All that mattered was being enough, giving more and more. Asking for as little as possible.

Get love based on how much you do.

Its funny. If 4th grade people wrote notes about the favorite thing they enjoyed about each of us.

I had so many nice comments. How sweet and kind I was. How bright and bubbly I was. How I use to brighten rooms up and make people smile.

I think back and i remember going to school pretending everything was okay.

Pretending that I was okay.

Over those years 9-15 everything about me was destroyed.

Befoee that age it was bad. The screaming. The fear the pain. The threats.

But it didn't really hit me until I was around 10.

Thats when the fire nation attacked( jk😂)

Anyway. Thats when it got worse. The abuse got worse. My presents always being stolen. Literally if I was called for I had to drop what I was doing and go. That second. If I didn't they would scream. Come pound on my door. Drag me out by my arm. Scream so close I felt their breath.

Spanked or slapped. Or just threatened.

I did the chores. Most of them. I kept my siblings from crying or it was my fault.

The only escape I really had was weekends with dad but he would just dismiss moms actions. Dismiss my words tell me to just be strong because I was the only one that could be there for them. He tried his hardest still does working 80 hrs anychance he gets to support moms lazy ass.

I was blamed for so much. I changed my hair color to pink when I was 10 and I got screamed at. Told I was unlovable. A freak. People would make fun of me. No one would ever wanna date me. I was forced to skip school the rest of the week so they could change it back.

If they hit me and I cried I was told to man up before they gave me a real reason to cry.

I've never really had support. Or someone who unconditionally loved me.

All ky relationships where me giving everything to get barely anything in return.

My one good relationship ended basically overnight.

Everything was great she was going to come see me some times soon or I see her.

I tried to spend time with her she kept hanging out with her friend, whoch I was like, okay, np we got all the time in the world. Then a few days later she wants to have phone sex after I worked all day its like 830 and the walls are so thin I hear the group of people in the room next door.

I say I really didnt feel up to it bc I was tired and I just wanted to talk.

She blows up saying I don't ever do anything with her after staying at a friends for days.

That everything changed when I moved bc I was busy.

I begged for her to support me. Saying its hard after moving from my siblings. The only thing that kept me alive for years.

She left. Within a week it was over she was gone. Didn't respond. Said she wanted space and went and got into another relationship like a week or two later. And that was it until her relationship went bad and she talked to me again.

The one relationship that I thought I mattered in threw me away basically in days. Moved on and barely talked to me after multiple bad relationships.

Really I just wanna be noticed once. Everyone talks of their stories. Their relationships. Getting hit on.

I'm here like yeaaa everyones basically treated me like shit my whole life.

I just can't relate.

To their lives.

To being able to live as children.

Ive missed out on so much for so long. All I've wanted was love. Romance. The cheesy shit. Flowers. Smothering eachother in kisses. Cooking together. Talking about our day's.

Its all I want.

I want to know a safe warm embrace.

I wanna know what its like to be chosen and wanted.

What its like for someone to try for me. To think about me.

I wanna matter. I'll do anything. Give them anything. Treat them like my goddess. Worship them build them up. I just wanna feel fucking safe. Have someone proud. Have someone want me. Want to have romantic cheesy shit.

The truth is I'll never be able to love myself without intimacy or affection.

I was starved of it. Idk what its like to be held.

I can't love myself because my family only loved what I could provide. Not me. Me was pushed down. Broken and abused.

I wanna kill myself because I don't think I'll ever have that love. That safety. Someone I can open myself up to. Show all my scars and have embrace me. I just want to feel loved and wanted. I want to kill myself because im tired of pain and suffering. I'm tired of trying my hardest when it feels like multiple people trying to smother me. When I feel like theres a hurricane in my mind.

I wanna kill myself because honestly I feel its the only out. To a peaceful quiet empty place.

I place I don't have to hurt anymore.

I'm not surprised no one wants me though...

I'm just this ugly thing. Not masc enough for most girls. Not feminine enough for others.

Not cute.

Too shy.

I'm just not someone worth noticing and thats okay.

Just try to smile and enjoy pretending to be part of a group. Part of the peoples from works friend group.

Be the person that lifts others up bc thats the only way anyone will keep me around. Is if I'm useful and helpful. Kind and polite. Friendly and understanding.

People will only keep me around if I try my hardest to please. If I give everything and ask for nothing.

I'll never be loved or wanted any other way.

So I'm done.

I'm ready to go.

Let me not awake from my sleep.

Let me rest in peace.

#mine

[clearjellyfishheart]

Spiraling

I'm absolutely grateful that I get mental health treatment free through my employer, but god their psychologists are... Truly something.

I don't think she's bad at her job, but after seeing her two days ago I have been absolute wreck. Just amazing. This has to be some kind of world record at speedrunning of making me want to commit the unaliving (any% glitchless). At least she got some emotions out of me. I've been crying and screaming a lot. To anyone worried about me - I'm okay right now, I'm not going to do anything that I can't take back. Actually, I'm not okay, but I'm not a danger to myself.

She didn't even say anything mean and was empathetic when I explained my circumstances, but then she got to the therapy part, she got way too excited about the theory of it. She tried to do the "you're on a boat and you're scared to go to the island" metaphor, but I found it really unhelpful. Maybe it's my fault for not being clear on that I already know that my depression is not me and bla bla bla, but she just got so excited and I kept nodding along.

Then she made me do the sensory awareness exercise. It felt really uncomfortable and I felt super stupid while doing it, so I cried. One of my main depression thoughts is that I am stupid, so in that sense it was a good exercise, but the problem is that I already know these tricks. I've heard all of this bullshit before. The theory is sound and I know that it works, because I already do it. But I couldn't communicate it, because I was overwhelmed and the psychologist seemed to think that she had revealed me something super profound and it was already working. She tried to distract me from the "I'm stupid" thought, but I only wanted the torment to end. I wanted to sit down and she just was asking me where I felt the sadness in my body. I just wanted everything to be over so I just kept agreeing with her.

It's not her fault that I'm too agreeable and yield way too easily. She can't read my mind. I was way too vague, so she was probably under the impression that I don't understand why I'm so tired and sad all the time. Or not. I have no idea what she was thinking.

What kind of really made this whole thing implode in my brain was that she started recommending me Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT). I get the principle. You are not your thoughts, you accept the feeling but it's not the truth bla bla bla. She said that I'm stuck in my head when I need to be more present. Yeah, I know. I've known that for a long time, even before I was diagnosed with ADD.

"Let go of your thoughts". Okay. But what then? I'm still numb. I'm still tired. I'm still uninterested in everything around me. I'm still cynical and I feel like everyone is lying to me when they say they like to be around me. I KNOW it's just my brain telling me stupid shit. But the words still feel empty. I still feel lonely. I still fall asleep in the middle of the day for no reason.

I did EVERYTHING right and I still failed. I was so happy for a fleeting moment and I thought I had finally figured out how to take care of myself. But it just melted away. I'm sick. I shouldn't blame myself. But it's really hard to let go of a the feeling and I'm doing something wrong. Or not doing something I should.

So the whole ACT thing goes like a circle. I feel stupid and lazy > I recognize I'm actually not stupid and lazy, that's just depression, baby > I still struggle to do anything > I start to doubt myself and feel stupid and lazy again > I try let go > I get angry and frustrated because no matter how fucking kind I try to be to myself, I doesn't change the reality of me being stuck in this fucking meat prison and I can't get out.

I can't gaslight myself out of this fucking sickness. Even this anger makes me want to claw my eyes out, because since I can't gaslight myself out of depression, then I feel like I'm not trying hard enough.

I just want to be like this. I just want to stay in bed like the lazy sack of shit that I am. I must be. Otherwise I wouldn't get this livid about getting help. I should have just opened my mouth. I should talk to someone. But I don't want to because I feel stupid. That's the cycle. This is why I have been crying after seeing her. She really did a number on me and she probably has no idea and it isn't even her fault.

I didn't expect much. I wasn't even let down. But holy shit it has been rough. The next appointment is three weeks away.

I'm so tired. I'm so fucking tired.

#personal vent #tw sui ideation #tw self destructive behavior #vent post #she even commented how I'm on pretty hard meds and now I don't want to take them anymore #how can anyone be that effective at doing opposite of what they're supposed to do #psychologist of the year right here #therapy #mental health #I'm not unaliving myself but god it was close this time #great job I hope you get promoted

[neowinestainedress]

hellooo, sorry for the late reply i was finishing my semester but now i’m finally free!!! also i wanted to ask if i can be 💌 anon? i think i will be a lot easier to identity myself that way

“but because she became a habit” omg this hurts way more 😭😭

“you got your revenge because you made me cry, I love you so much for all the kind words” omg nooo, don’t cry ;( or at least i hope they were happy tears<3 as i said you honestly deserve all the recognition in the world you’re such an amazing writer!!! I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE FOR PUTTING SO MUCH EFFORT DOING MY REQUEST I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE IT

“TELL ME YOU TOLD HIM TO FUCK OFF” haha i wish… if haechan was an asshole my ex was x19372938292 times WORSE and i was (kinda am) literally the DUMBEST person alive ever

“at first I thought it was too much but then I kept it like this because it made sense.” yes, it was PERFECT that way because it really showed how little he cared about her

“THE STORY OF US REFERENCE OMG YOUR BRAIN I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT IT BUT IT FITS SO MUCH!!!” WHEN I FIRST READ THAT PART I WAS LIKE WTF THAT’S LITERALLY THE STORY OF US but then, after i sent that message i was listening to better man and i couldn’t stop thinking about how much it fitted with her situation, especially when they didn’t talk for a week with the part that says “i hold onto this pride because these days it's all i have” but honestly the whole song fits so well with the story

“he was so detached from reality like it wasn't even gaslighting he just couldn't read the room” THE NEED TO PUNCH HIM IS BACK

“I felt something similar with a friendship, when you're the only one that tries to fix it and keep it together it breaks you. (Reminds me of Come in with the rain by Taylor)” DON’T EVEN TELL ME ABOUT IT… i lost my ex and my best friend at the same time so it was really difficult for me back then literally the worst year(s) of my life. NOT CIWTR IM CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLY but it is true, and at the same time i feel that breath by little mix also fits a lot with losing someone super close to you :(

“Lmao I really painted him as an asshole now I wonder if I want too far. But yeah he truly is Mr perfectly fine i hate him” nono it was perfect that way and my toxic side is hoping he can redeem himself just like joe did so they can end up together</3

“I wanted to highlight how she never reacted all those years and always forgave him and that was what always let him get away with anything because that is the thing that always surprises 'abuser' every time, it's when the other fights back and they realize they can't trick them anymore” well you did an amazing job because your point came across very clearly, abuser sucks i really want to punch them all

“I made you wait two months so I thought you were going to kill me if it was also disappointing” oh nooo, i could never be mad, even if you had made me wait a year and only write 100 words i would still be very happy with your work cause it’s the fact that you actually took the time to do something i basically told you to do when you could have simply said no. so really thank you thank you thank you, i’m glad i made you happy i hope it was just as much as you made me!!! and as i said before, all your writing is amazing so don’t feel insecure about it i could read your works all day and wouldn’t get bored<3

“I'm sorry for making you cry so much but I'm also glad it helped you somehow. You are NEVER the one to blame when someone cheats on you or hurts you in a way, always remember that.” don’t be sorry it was totally worth it!! thank you, your words means a lot

“Oh my the original request was soo good you could've asked me anyway and I would've tried doing that but you know... maybe I could still do it. Like instead of writing happier next I can write 'enough for you' still from her pov and it can be centered on her healing/moving on process. '1 step forward, 3 steps back' could be like a spin-off/prequel maybe it could even be fluffier and go back in the line of their relationship. and then happier as the ending from Haechan pov.” OMG YOU ARE AN ANGEL BUT YES YES YES I WOULD LOVE IT BUT ONLY IF YOU CAN AND WANT OFC IM SO HAPPYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭

“I want him to suffer for all the pain he put her through but I don't know... we'll see when I'll write it (and what I'll write)” YES!! i want them to end up together but i want him to suffer first and realize how much he really fucked up, i also would love to see him suffer in the way that idk maybe she really got over him so he has to make her fall in love again? idk i’ll honestly settle for ANYTHING

i must admit that even after 3 days i’m still thinking 24/7 about traitor it really was THAT good it lives rent free in my head and i’ve already read it at least 5 times (if i remember correctly).

i’m so annoying i keep writing long messages but i just really want you to know how much i loved it and how happy i am for everything you’ve done<3

hi! no worries, i reply late most of the time too. i hope your semester went well! and yes you can be anon 💌

i only cried happy tears, you made me so happy there was no way i could be sad

your ex was worst than haechan??? RUN PLEASE IM BEGGING. and also losing your best friend too... I hope you're doing better now♡ and yes breathe fits so much, some people leaving really make it feel like you can't keep going on anymore, it sucks.

oh nooo, i could never be mad, even if you had made me wait a year and only write 100 words i would still be very happy with your work cause it’s the fact that you actually took the time to do something i basically told you to do when you could have simply said no. so really thank you thank you thank you, i’m glad i made you happy i hope it was just as much as you made me!!! and as i said before, all your writing is amazing so don’t feel insecure about it i could read your works all day and wouldn’t get bored<3 gonna print this and stick it everywhere I LOVE YOU

OMG YOU ARE AN ANGEL BUT YES YES YES I WOULD LOVE IT BUT ONLY IF YOU CAN AND WANT OFC IM SO HAPPYYYY 😭😭😭😭😭 No you are a genius because the idea is so good so I'll try to write it (hoping this time it will take a little bit less than traitor)

maybe she really got over him so he has to make her fall in love again? NO BUT THIS IS SO GREAT SO WE KINDA GET BOTH??? And he has to work to get back to her asfjkls

i must admit that even after 3 days i’m still thinking 24/7 about traitor it really was THAT good it lives rent free in my head and i’ve already read it at least 5 times (if i remember correctly) (in this is me trying tone) i just wanted you to know that this is me crying

stop it you're not annoying at all you can write as much as you want ♡

#anon answered #💌

[thiscrimsonsoul]

"Wanda?" Mantis called. The place was dark, and she didn't even know where she was. Maybe it was Wanda's mind. She could feel this ancient, evil force and she knew that wasn't the friend she had known. "Can you hear me?" She reached out in the darkness, using the light of her antenna to see. "Please don't be angry with Pietro. He's trying to help you. He loves you, Wanda, and he didn't want to hurt you." She shuddered, scared of the unknown force. "I just want to talk..."

{out of paprikash} Ohhh, now you’ve inspired me, so please enjoy this ficlet of my interpretation of how the Darkhold’s grip on Wanda feels to her. XD

It was disconnecting and frightening to hear voices all the time. Some of them were her own, but others came from the book, always feeling icy cold and reaching deeper into her mind than she was comfortable letting them penetrate. It seemed like the more they did, the more they carved out a dark and isolated place there, pushing her deeper into it. There were layers to her personality now. That’s what it felt like. The easiest, freest, most spontaneous and readily accessible layer ironically felt the least like her. It was impulsive, angry, biting, bitter, savage, and cruel, but it felt so easy to slip into it. That was on the surface, covering everything else in a thick shell and barely letting anything through. Gradually, this self that wasn’t quite herself took over, not so much shielding her wounded heart as keeping it imprisoned. The shell, which had once felt comforting and safe, now felt like a cage. No light was getting in. None of her... was getting out. At least, not very often.

It was cold here. It rained a lot. The icy drops felt like needles on her skin. The terrain was dark, rocky, jagged, and that was what she could see of it. If she tried to cry out, her voice echoed in a manner that made her think the landscape went on for miles and miles, and yet she could only see a few feet in front of her. The confidence, the rage, the haughty sense of righteousness... they were siphoned from her and magnified, leaving only the fear, sadness, loneliness, and grief behind. Wanda didn’t want to be left here with all those emotions, crouching in the cold, in the rain, wrapping her arms around herself because there was no one else there with her to hug.

She heard what she said. She saw what she did. She was forced to watch herself kill. But the cage kept her silent, complacent, willing, on the outside at least. Inside she was screaming and sobbing, sometimes so badly that her throat burned with the strained effort of it... but no one heard her. No one cared. Not even Strange, who had known her a little before this point, seemed to notice that she wasn’t herself. Not even he could hear her screaming. Eventually Wanda gave up, succumbing to it out of sheer exhaustion. She missed her boys and she wanted them back... but not like this. But the shell... that thick layer of some bastardized version of who she was that kept her prisoner... it wouldn’t let her complaints be heard. It wouldn’t let her stop the madness.

Seeing Pietro had been a wonderful thing. Wanda hated the way they had drifted apart. It felt so unnatural to her and yet the book had demanded it, just like it seemed to demand that she always be alone. Whatever it was that lived inside that accursed tome wanted her all to itself. It wanted her isolated and at its mercy, she knew that now. Oh... if she had only known it back then, she would have destroyed the book on sight instead of ever reading a single word contained within. Instead of helping her, though, Pietro had struck her so hard that the pain reached even through the shell, even inside the cage. How could he do that to her?! Did even her own twin not know who she was anymore? From the way she’d been acting... she couldn’t say that she blamed him. It still hurt, though, and on far more than just her face.

The shell... seemed to disappear for a moment, now permeable and thin, but the darkness expanded and deepened, leaving Wanda feeling terrifyingly cut off from the world. She curled into a ball as it began to rain yet again inside this sterile world of sorrow and pain she was trapped in, wondering if she would ever feel like herself again, if she would ever be free of the sickening influence of that book...

...that is until she heard someone calling her. Lifting her hands and sniffling, Wanda looked up to see two bright points of light... the first really bright light she’d seen in this place in months. Standing on shaky legs, she stepped out into the freezing, pouring rain and moved towards the light. She recognized the female alien once she came into focus, but really it could have been anyone standing before her. That’s how desperate she was just to have someone else with her. “Hi! How are you here right now?!” Wanda asked frantically, already beginning to sob from the sheer emotion of finally having someone reach her after so long. “How did you get in?! Can you get me out of here?! Please get me out of here!” she cried, so hard that it made her hiccup.

She was cold and so very sad, so she moved to hug Mantis, shaking in the rain. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! This isn’t me! I don’t want to do these things, but I can’t stop! I can’t get to the surface anymore! It keeps me down here and I don’t know what to do! This isn’t me, I swear it! It’s taking everything terrible in me and blowing it out of proportion and I’m so scared! I’m losing myself in here! Please help me!” Wanda rambled, desperate for anyone to show her a way out of this harrowing ordeal. She buried her face against Mantis’ shoulder and just sobbed, her eyes closed tight.

#dsmom spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers

[the-dawn-star]

Klaus Mikaelson x Gilbert!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson pt.9 (Place to stay)

A/N: hello good people, I hope everyone is doing great. I wrote the ending of this chapter in school... awkward. I don’t really have anything to say so bye, hope you like this.

-S

❗Dream of dying, heavy parental favoritism, and Elena being horrible sister❗

+ not proof read, 3000ish words.

@floralchlxe You asked to be taged so here it is. (It didn't take as much time as I thought it would.)

The water was freezing but still my lungs were burning. My vision was blurred and the pain on my chest made me want scream from pain. It hurts so fucking much. My fingers trying to open the seatbelt didn’t want to work with me.

Mom and dad were calm as they were sleeping. For a moment I smiled thinking how restful they looked like. Elena was gone and her sides door open. Would the man come and save me too? Or maybe he was calling for help. Maybe I would fall into the same peaceful sleep as mom and dad.

My eyes burned with water, and if that wasn’t the case I would most likely cry. The world got darker, or maybe it was just night getting darker. I heard a muffled click, my seatbelt opened. I smiled knowing that it would change nothing. I was doomed for death the moment that the car hit the water, and my fate was sealed the moment that my sister was pulled away.

My throat burned with every second. It was too much to keep the already used air inside of me. My fingers moved across of the car door but it didn’t open. I was stuck. My last moments on this earth are going to be me passing out in this car with my parents. At least Elena was going to be okay, she will grow up and have her perfect life. She is going to live happy long life and slowly we are just a memory. She is so strong that she will get through this.

But finally, I got my so wished air. My eyes opened; I was laying on the same bed that I had fallen asleep. I gasped for air while I got myself sitting. Tear were prickling in my eyes the same way the water had. I could still feel the water pushing itself into my lungs. I wanted to throw up, I felt the water bubbling up.

I covered my mouth breathing through my nose.

I need to get up. It always helped when I had nightmares.

I got up from the bed and walked around the almost empty room but it didn’t help. The room was too empty to comfort me even if I my bed was comfy as clouds. I needed to get somewhere that didn’t feel like a guestroom.

I wrapped a blanket around my body and opened the door. The second floor was so dark that I needed to hold on to the walls to know where I was going. But the downstairs had a light coming through, it was the kitchen that was the source of the light.

It was Rebekah who was sitting on a counter a bowl of cereal on her hands. She was wearing a thin silk night gown and her eyebrows knitted together. “What are you doing up, it’s three AM?” The vampire asked taking another spoon full of cereal. “I was having a nightmare..., and I can’t really sleep after those so...,” I hoped that she got the memo about me not wanting to talk about it. She didn’t say anything so for a moment we just stood in silence.

“You want some cereals?” Rebekah asked shaking the cereal package on her hand. I nodded. Rebekah opened one of the cabinets and picked up a bowl before pouring some of cereal on it. She gave the bowl to me and while I poured some milk, she opened another drawer and took a spoon handing it to me.

I hopped to the other side of the counter and started to indulge on my snack. We ate the cereal box empty and she pulled another one and opened it. “So..., do you want to talk about..., you know about stuff. I know that you have had rough lately...,” Her voice was barely above whisper. “I had a dream about me drowning...,” I kept my eyes on the floor in front of me. Rebekah didn’t say anything as a return, but I don’t blame her for that, after all we barely even knew each other.

“I feel like people always forget that I was in the accident too..., the accident that killed my parents...,” I said. My voice sounded surer than I actually was. Actually, heart was trying to find a way out of my chest.

“People forgetting doesn’t make the stuff any less real. People not remembering doesn’t mean that your stuff isn’t important, it just means that you may have to ask help yourself,” Her eyes were so warm and I could truly see the similarity between her and Klaus. Sad smile appeared on my lips.

“I don’t have a reason to ask help, I'm fine,” Again the words were half-lie and half-truth. But even needing to say that I was okay felt like I was taking too much space for myself.

“You don’t need to say that to me... What you say doesn’t mean that it is the truth,” She hopped off of the counter placing the bowl to the sink. Her walking out of the kitchen was somehow the most ethereal thing that she could do. She carried herself like she was a goddess, maybe she really was.

Even when I was left to the kitchen alone it felt that someone was looking at me. I knew that no one could see me, and either way they didn’t have a reason to look at me, it was simply just me. All the good feeling I had felt when Rebekah was when I was with her, were all tripping down on me.

I ate my cereals and got back to bed. I had no nightmares for the rest of the night. It was the first time in a long time.

I knew something was wrong when the sun woke me up. It never happened, but still, I didn’t care enough to open my eyes. The covers still were warm and I never wanted to leave my personal little bubble. All the bad memories of the day before were gone, even if it was just for a moment.

But slowly my good mood fell down, my personal bubble was popping right when sleep was getting me again. I sighed and opened my eyes; the sun was blinding. I pushed myself sitting and I went through the room with my gaze.

On the bedside table had a small black box. I picked it up like it could explode if I moved little too quickly. Inside the box had a small golden heart-shaped locket with small details all over it. I had to gasp when seeing it. I picked it up with as much care as I could. The locket looked older than me, but still more beautiful the longer I looked at it.

I opened the locket and inside of it had a small piece of dried flower. I raised the locket closer and smelled it as to try to recognize it. I had gotten used to the smell with everything. It was vervain..., dried vervain flower.

I closed to locket making sure that the flower stayed inside smile plasted on my face. my now missing necklace was given to me by my mom before the accident. It had been one of the only things that I got from mother; Elena was her favorite after all. Bonnie had given me a small piece of dried vervain and I had carried it around from months.

And now I got a new necklace, from the people that it had been protecting me from. I opened the ancient looking lock and locked it again around my neck. Wearing vervain always gave a weird sense of comfort, even if it could be ripped out by Damon... Necklace gives a weird false sense of comfort, in a way it felt safer than eating the flower. It was something that you could feel and touch, and after all that was always more real to people and I wasn’t an exception to that.

But still I knew, how much it pains me I had to get up. The floor was freezing beneath my feet. It was weird to get up from the bed that wasn’t yours in a house where everyone could hear anything. I looked at my phone, I had gotten three calls from my sister and one text from Stefan.

‘I know that I said thank you already but still.’

‘Thank you’

I couldn’t stop the smile from my face. But at the same time, I felt stupid for caring that he said thanks. I took one deep breath before calling my sister back. It took always a long time for Elena to answer but this time it felt like eternity.

“Hello?” Even through the phone I could tell that she had just woken up. Why isn’t she in school? But at the same time, I wasn’t at school either so who am I to judge. Even after all that was going on in our lives Elena never missed school, and even if she did, she would have been just fine.

After the accident, when Elena and I were back at school she could skip as much as she wanted but still, I was the one who forced myself to go to school so I didn’t stay behind. Elena never needed to study; she was just one of those people who are naturally smart. I could study for months but still I wouldn’t get the same grade as her. It was probably one of those reasons why she had been moms and dads favorite.

“Hi..., you called,” It was easier to let her start than the other way around. With her you never knew what she was really meaning if she didn’t say it clearly.

“Yeah, I just wanted to know if everything is alright,” It just became clearer that I had woken her up.

“Well..., I’m okay...,”

“Great,” She kept a long pause between her words. “I was thinking if you could clean places a bit. I mean if you aren’t going to school today,” She was so blind sometimes when it came to others.

“Actually, I not at home right now,” I could hear her sighing through the phone.

“You really shouldn't spend time there if you aren’t going to help us. They are vampires after all,”

“So are Damon, Stefan and Caroline,” It was like a deep need to defend the owners of this house.

“You get my point, Y/N... But can you still clean a bit after you get back to home? I left it with a bit of a mess yesterday, you know with all the stuff,” I sighed and pressed my hand against my forehead. This was too much for my mood.

“I will look into it...,” But still she is my sister and I couldn’t say no to her. I had started to use ‘looking into it’ as a response for her years ago when she had gotten more popular than I. “Thank you so much, Y/N,”

“But I need you to get moms necklace for me. The one that had my vervain,” I said right after her just to make sure that I actually got my point out.

“What necklace? Mom didn’t have a lot of necklaces,” For the first time during the conversation she sounded like she was actually interested on what I was saying.

“The one that dad gave to her when they were young, it had the bird craving on it. Damon pulled it away last night,” I explained and took a look down to the new one pressed against my skin. The cold golden metal made my heart flutter. “Mom bought it herself to you, she gave the one that dad gave to her to me. She found a replica and bought it for you,”

My heart shattered with the sounds of her voice. “No...,” I didn’t know what to else say than deny her words. “If you want proof, I have the one in my room. It has moms and dads names carved into it,”

“See you...,” I whispered and ended the call. I couldn’t say anything else.  Necklace that I had worn every day for months was a lie. The connection that I had felt to mom was all gone. I had been so stupid for believing that I would have gotten something that Elena didn’t have. I squeezed the phone on my hand and I wanted to scream. But no tears tried to come out. The sadness that I felt somehow turned into anger.

Without a clear thought I threw my hand and let go of my phone. The screen cracked louder than I had thought. It helped. Breaking my phone lowered the level of absolute rage that I was feeling. The phone had been left laying at the rooms empty corner and my awareness came active again while I went to pick up my phone back up.

The screen was in million different pieces, but still it was mostly intact and under all of the small pieces I saw a text. ‘I’m sorry, sis’

I had learned a lot about my sister and one of those things were that she never called me sis. Well, she called me sister when she really didn’t want to fight, it just didn’t matter if the apology was real. Mom had always told us how it didn’t matter if our apologies to random people were real, it just mattered that we apologized. Because after all selfness was better than realness, or that is what I got from mothers words.

I didn’t answer to Elena, she needed to understand that I wanted some time for myself. I took a quick look at myself in the bathroom before leaving the room. The first floor was silent when I reached the bottom of the stairs. It felt like a haunted house in a way, but the sun shining through the windows made those thoughts disappear.

“And our sleeping beauty has finally risen,” Klaus was standing at the opening of the living room, leaning to a wall. I let out a small huff and turned to face him.

“Hi...,” I sounded more confident than I was but it was probably because the anger bubbling under the surface.  “It seems like you have found your gift,” His eyes flashed at me sternum that the necklace was pressed against. I bit my lip to cover up my smile while my hand directed it to the locket.

“I have, thank you,”

His smirk just grew when he turned back to the living room and with no other option, I followed him.  He sat on one of the two leather armchairs and with his hand made it clear that he wanted me on the couch in front of him. I did as he wanted, sitting down and pulling my legs next to my body.

“So, ‘Lijah wants to buy you a car and now you need a new phone too,” I hadn’t even realized that I was holding my phone so I just tucked it to my pocket.  “The only question is just which one is first one the priority scale,” I couldn’t really tell if he was making fun of me and maybe I didn’t even want to know.

“You can start with my bills, if you want that I have a roof over my head,” I said sarcasm dripping through my words. The anger was really making me look more confident than I was.

“Yes, but paying bills isn’t as fun. And after all, what would your sister say,” I shook my head trying to keep the sad smile away.  “She is already mad at me, so does it really matter,”

“So, me paying your bills wouldn’t bother you?” He really seemed to like the idea of paying them for me but it didn’t change the fact that he murdered Jenna and tried to murder basically all of my friends.

“If I'm honest I don’t think that I care about her opinion at the moment,” I sighed and pulled my legs closer to my body. I knew that the necklace stuff wasn’t her fault, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt to know that she got all of moms jewelry.

Mom and dad had made a will when we were children, just in case. But we didn’t see them until their death. Mom had given Elena all of her jewelry and expensive stuff, and for me she had left few old books, mom always had the idea that I liked reading, but it never as true as she believed.

Dad had given Elena his day watch and a family heirloom from the 1900-century. For me he had left another watch. But none of it compared to the fact that moms wedding rings were given to Elena. Mom and dad always talked how Elena was going to be a beautiful bribe and how it would be an honor if she used the rings one day herself.

Mom had given the necklace for me when I went to high school and I had loved the fact that I had gotten something that Elena didn’t have.

“Y/N?” The hybrid had that one worrying look on his face and it made my heart swell up. He looked like an angel from heaven. Angel without the blood and murder that was associated with his name. “I want to go home,” Came out of my mouth without a second of thinking.

He didn’t seem to like my words, his eyes made me want to run away from him. He took one long breath until he answered. “Of course, go get your stuff ready, I will give you a drive,” The sadness in his voice was heart breaking. Maybe a part of him wanted to me to stay with him here. But if he didn’t dare to say it out loud then I was going to.

“Can’t you stay with me?”

#the originals x #the mikaelson siblings #the mikaelsons #the originals #the originals x reader #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #mikaelson x reader #the vampire diaires #the vampire diaries #elijah mikealson x reader #klaus mikealson x reader

[darling-i-read-it]

If you have the time do you think maybe you could do a headcanon with the resident evil boys reacting to their s/o dying in their arms? That angsty stuff ya know?

Hi! I wasn’t sure exactly who you wanted so I just put everyone I’ve written before on there and also Carlos cause I wanted to lol. This is so sad but we’ve all gotta have our fair share of angst here and there. I was really motivated cause resident evil is my jam right now so it's extra long lol. I hope you enjoy!

Ethan Winters

- Ethan loved you more than he had ever loved anything ever

- and he knew that and that's why he told you to stay back while he figured out how to kill the Lords

- but Lady Dimitrescu had watched you and Ethan kill her daughters

- the first chance she got she scooped you up and her claws went right through your abdomen

- 'How does it feel Ethan Winters to lose the one you love?'

- she tossed you down and Ethan made quick work of killing her

- and then he had to walk over to you, still struggling for air

- he had already lost Mia, he couldn't...he wouldn't lose you too

- he held you in his arms, furiously taking out herbs and bandages but you just shook your head at him, promising him it wasn't his fault

- then you were limp in his arms

- all Ethan could do was sit there, shaking his head, tears streaming down his face

- he wished he had made longer work of that vampire, he wished he had made her suffer longer

- he held you to his chest and rocked you back and forth until you began to grow cold

Karl Heisenberg

- Heisenberg saw you fall on the other side of the field

- you weren't supposed to be out here, not when he was testing his machines

- a look of fear fell over his face, something rare for him

- and he ran over, quickly dismantling the machine who had caused you to fall and picked you up off the ground

- he kneeled down to hold you, tossing his glasses off in extreme worry

- 'Doll, are you alright?'

- he didn't think it was that serious, honestly but then he saw the long gash on your abdomen and the bleeding was so bad

- your eyes were still open but all you could do was gurgle out blood

- you were choking

- he shook his head but he didn't know what to do

- he had no background in saving people

- all Heisenberg could do was watch you fade out as he shook you, screaming for help, knowing he wouldn't get it

- he took that machine apart piece by piece after you died and didn't touch another one for months

- he knew he had killed you and he...he couldn't deal with that

- every piece of the factory seemed null and void now

Chris Redfield

- Chris knew he shouldn't have brought you along on this job but you had begged and he knew you were strong, he was just overprotective

- he made sure that the two of you were rarely together because if you were it would only distract you from the point

- he got the call in from the guy who was with you, just explaining that you were down and to send help

- God help any monsters who got in his way on his run to you

- when he arrived you were already down on the ground, your teammate by your side, holding your wounds down

- he ran over and shoved the teammate aside, picking you up himself and immediately running back to where they kept all the medic things

- 'Hold on for me darlin', he whispered, keeping his face straight so you couldn't see his worry

- you told him you loved him but he just shook his head, telling you not to say that, that you would be okay

- but by the time he got to the people who would save you, you were already gone

- Chris Redfield didn't cry

- but he did that day

- tears stained his face as he yelled at every member of his crew, especially the person who had been with you

- but really he blamed himself for not being there when you needed him

Leon Kennedy

- Leon S. Kennedy had saved so many damn people in his life and when he saw you struggling, he figured he could save you too

- you were his person, he had to save you it wasn't even a question

- but you were beyond saving by the time he got to you

- he killed the surrounding foes and turned to you

- 'Almost got you there didn't they,' he said and then turned to you and noticed that you were struggling

- he quickly rushed to your side, asking where it hurt, how he could help

- there was no spot for him to take you, the two of you were alone in this job

- you told him you loved him and he just shook his head, determined to help you get out of this one

- but you knew better than that

- he watched you die in his arms and just sat there for a second, it sinking in that he would never be able to hold you again when he let you go

- Leon Kennedy had saved the presidents daughter, he had saved Claire Redfield, he had saved so many people

- how the fuck couldn't he save the person he loved the most in this world?

Carlos Oliveira

- 'Okay beautiful let's get some dinn-'

- he was cut off coming into a room in the police station when he saw you laying on the ground, a zombie on top of you as you struggled

- the zombie hadn't stopped with just a bite

- he knew the second he saw you that you were already dead, there was no saving you from this one

- he quickly shot the zombie in the head and it fell over so he collapsed on the ground, scooping you up

- tears already were glistening his eyes

- Carlos yelled for Jill, for anyone but he knew that other than zombies, you were probably alone here

- he whispered sweet words to you as you went out and the second the light left your eyes he was angry

- he should have been there for you

- he should have left you with more ammo, more training

- he shouldn't have left you at all!

- he stabbed that zombie again. and again. and again. till it was unrecognizable

- he knew he had to keep going, he had to get out of Racoon City but knowing that you wouldn't be with him, he had a hard time mustering up the courage to even take one more step

#Ethan winters x reader #Carlos oliveira x reader #Chris Redfield x reader #Leon Kennedy x reader #Karl heisenberg x reader

[thelittlewriter]

Decision

Pairing : Suna x Reader

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You still had the same smile when you asked him if he wanted to order food and watch a movie. He stayed silent so you kept on talking about random things.

- What happened with Hiromi ? he asked.

Didn't you hate him now ?

- Nothing, you simply answered. I just asked her to leave for now. So.... pizza ?

You ended up ordering pizzas. You asked him if he wanted to watch a movie. He honestly didn't want to do anything but stay in bed and cry but you obviously were trying to keep him from doing this, so he went along. He remembered the last time you were sitting in a couch, watching a movie. You confessed that day. He reached selfishly that day. He did today too.

- I'm sorry, Y/N.

You hummed, confused.

- I said awful things to you today. You didn't deserve it.

He could feel your head on his shoulder.

- But you were right. I should've been honest that day. I should have told you I wasn't ready to talk to you again. Lying didn't do anything good to us.

He sighed. He was exhausted. He didn't even know he had these feelings inside of him until now.

- Still. I'm sorry, Y/N. You're just trying to help.

You smiled at him. His eyes were closed. You wondered if he wanted to sleep now. You shifted in the couch to pause the movie. He didn't react at all. He was probably already asleep. You sat up.

- What should I do now, Y/N ? Should I break up with her ?

- Do you wanna break up with her ?

He didn't answer right away.

- I don't know... we were friends before we started dating. But what if it doesn't work anymore ? Do you think I should break up ?

- I don't think that matters the most.

You sat back next to him. He carefully looked at you. There was a small light in his eyes while he waited for your answer.

- Sometimes you do things that you end up regretting in the future...

- So you're telling me I shouldn't break up ?

You shook your head.

- Just to make choices you won't regret in the future, no matter what they are.

He sighed. His mind was getting confused again, he couldn't stop thinking.

- I should go and let you rest, you suddenly said.

He didn't want you to go. He looked at you in the eyes. He couldn't bring himself to ask you to stay. Even though you two never explicitly said anything, you had agreed to put some boundaries on your relationship. He couldn't just ask you to stay, not anymore. He walked you by the door and watched you leave. He fell asleep shortly after.

- No, I don't wanna hear it ! Nozomi screamed through the phone. And you better stop crying !

You didn't know why you were crying. Maybe it was guilt. You felt so guilty. You never wondered how Suna really was, not once in the years you were apart. Sure, you wondered what he was up to, but you thought he was texting you everything. It appears that you were just seeing an Instagram page. He only showed what he wanted you to see, he was keeping secrets. It was normal and expected. People always had secrets. But you two really didn't. You were the one who started to hide things from him. You were the one who started to lie to him. And you hurt him.

- You didn't do anything wrong, Y/N.

- But I did. We both did things we shouldn't have.

You knew that. You reacted badly and so did he. But you couldn't point out what exactly hurt him. You needed to talk to him about it another day.

- Maybe you did, but he shouldn't have brought it up now, even if he's hurt.

You hummed. You talked to Nozomi about a few other things but your mind was stuck on the conversation you had with Hiromi even after your call ended. When you got her out of Suna's apartment, you tried to talk to her into leaving.

- You can't stop yourself from hurting him, don't you ? she scoffed.

You felt your shoulder get tense. You had trouble staying calm.

- I can't believe you have the nerve to say this. You just cheated on him !

- And he cheated on me with you first.

- Do not put the blame of what you did on me. You're jealous and insecure and you need to work on it.

- How come I'm the insecure one ? she retorted. You're the one who toyed with him before leaving him just for your self-esteem.

Toy with him ?

- He told me everything. You knew how much he relied to you and you lied to him. You left him alone.

- He rejected me, you protested with a trembling voice.

- Was that a reason to lie to him ? To betray his trust ?

You lowered your head. You had lied and you had betrayed his trust. Not telling him how you felt all this time was just like lying to him. He was your friend before anything else. You should have been honest to him all this time.

You took a deep breath. You tried to calm down. It all belonged to the past. You needed to keep your hands off what you couldn't control... and start to think about what you could change.

You put a hand on Hiromi's shoulder.

- Look, I've hurt him too. But it doesn't mean you should be here.

She pushed your hand off her.

- If you get into this room and impose yourself when he needs space, you will lose him forever. If you want a chance, you have to respect his choice.

You wondered... what if that was what didn't work. After the confession, you stopped listening to each other.

She scoffed and walked away.

- He's still my boyfriend until he tells me he's not anymore, so you better keep your hands to yourself.

It was not like you were going to try anything but you wondered if he didn't need space from you too. You decided it was for the best to keep my hands and mind from meddling into Suna's life. At least for a little while.

Suna didn't text you the next day. You texted him the day after to see how he was going byt he didn't reply You started to get worried so you called after five days.

- Hello ? you heard.

You recognized that voice.

- H... Hiromi ?

- Oh, Y/N, hi ! Rin is right there, hang on.

She seemed happy.

- Y/N ?

- Hey ! I... just... called to see how you were doing...

- Oh, I'm good !

He sounded good. Almost as if nothing had happened. Was he pretending nothing happened ?

- I took your advice... I'm trying with Hiromi...

- Oh. That's great ! I'm happy for you...

- Yeah...

You two stayed silent for a while.

- I gotta go... Bye, Y/N.

You had barely answered when he hung up.

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Hey ! I'm posting this so late but I hope you enjoyed this chapter... Unfortunately, I'm gonna be very busy for the next 10 days but I hope I'm still gonna be able to update it this weekend... Anyway, have a good day !

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