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2-sleepy-for-this · 1 year

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Something to remember pt.1

alrighty! Finally getting somewhere with my aus! This is one of my favorites and I can’t wait to write more for this, I’ve got a lot planned >:)

this is the first of hopefully many parts so feel free to ask questions! I love getting messages :)

Okokok here it is, the meeting

tw: memory loss, talk of injury, slight fear, confusion

word count ~ 1.7k

It felt like just yesterday when Ranboo went off to college, leaving his childhood home behind and starting a new life for himself. Now, this was what most people did, transitioning into adulthood, and something they also did was reminisce about their old memories. That was something Ranboo couldn’t do.

Don’t get them wrong, reminiscing sounds great and all, but, well, he just couldn’t remember most of his childhood. The things from that time they remember are blurred and skewed, nothing like how they really happened.

This has been Ranboo’s mind for years and he’d gotten used to it by now. From what he can tell, they’d never had many friends or interesting stories to remember, just a plain life.

Well, except for his little accident a few years back, that is. He’d had a bad accident that not only does he not remember, but apparently no one else was there to tell them what happened either. To this day, his parents say it was a miracle he was found before it was too late.

That mysterious day was the reason for their bad memory now and since that day, his life had been just as uneventful as before the injury. That’s what his parents tell them, anyway.

But now, his first year of college was over and he’s headed back to his parents' house to visit for a few weeks before their classes start back up.

That’s where he is now, taking a bus to the home they’ve lived in all their life. The bus ride itself wasn’t too bad, only a few hours, but he was still starting to get motion sickness by the end of it. He didn’t have to worry about that though. Once they stepped out onto the solid concrete, their nausea subsided.

Ranboo stared up at his old home. It was the exact way they remembered it, or maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t know.

He walked past the tree carved with years of bored summer days and stepped onto the shaded porch. Ringing the bell, he heard footsteps on the inside, followed by the door opening to reveal his parents.

The two adults looked not much older than Ranboo themself, he was adopted at 14 by his parents, who were both around 20 at the time. His mom, a sweet lady with glasses and a love of baking, Niki, held her arms open for them. Ranboo took the silent invitation for the hug, although it looked a little awkward from the height difference. As he pulled away, his papa, another short woman with a fiery personality, puffy, gave them a pat on the back.

“Welcome home ran,”

It had been a while since he last saw them. They still talked frequently, but he hadn’t actually come to visit since the school year began.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in and put your bags in your room. We’ve got a lot of movie nights to catch up on. "

Ranboo made their way up to his old room, looking at the pictures hanging on the walls. They took a moment to stand in front of their door. The last time he was really here was while he was recovering from his injuries, right after he was confirmed healed by their doctor. They left for college, not wanting to fall behind in their education.

He opened the door and walked inside, closing it behind him. The inside of their room was relatively bland. They had a few posters and a desk that looked slightly dusty. Although for as long as he could remember, he’d always had a thing for collecting. Nothing too interesting, they just like shiny things, a few cool looking rocks, maybe some dried flowers and a few acorns.

His collection sat on his desk and looked pretty impressive for something untouched for so long. But some items looked newer than others. Maybe his parents had added things for him?

Movement caught in the corner of their eye, and they turned. Everything was still the exact same. He’d probably imagined it. Ranboo never really liked bugs being in his space, so hopefully leaving his room unattended for so long didn’t invite any pests.

They looked uneasily at the floor near his bed, debating on checking for any vermin. Before they could make up their mind he heard his name called by their mom.

Moving his bags a little farther back on the bed to hopefully keep anything from getting in them, he left back out the door and down the stairs to their living room.

Their parents seemed to be waiting for them with fresh baked pastries and blankets.

“We thought since it’s been a while we could have a movie night tonight. I made your favorite desserts.”

His mom smiled at him, still as genuine as ever before his papa puffy spoke up.

“Pretty sure it was your turn to pick the movie anyway, so you're stuck here. Might as well tell us your demands, grab a pastry and get comfy. "

Ranboo laughed. They missed this so much.

“Alright, alright, gimme the remote. "

They sat down and caught the remote that was thrown with minimal fumbling. It took a long time to get the movie started. A mix of searching for a good film and commentary from both his parents made picking the first movie next to impossible.

Finally, they were able to start the night off with no further hitches and got comfortable, dessert in hand.

Movie after movie played on the screen, flowing much better than choosing the first film. The first family activity Ranboo was a part of in months was filled with conversation and laughter as well. When they first started watching, it was only around 3 in the afternoon, but by the time the last movie of the night ended, it was well into the night.

Ranboo stretched, joints cracking, and sat up from the laying position he took during the first movie. The food was long gone, and the remote was lost somewhere in the field of blankets on top of the small family.

He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time, always stressed for one reason or another. This visit though, was going to be just what they need, no stress, no work, just relaxation and family time.

Saying goodnight to their parents, they went back up the stairs and down the hall. Just like a few hours prior, they stopped at their door, took a breath, opened it, and walked in.

Nothing seemed different. Their bags stayed untouched, sitting near the wall their bed was pushed against. Ranboo stayed put and looked around once more, not quite crossing the threshold of his doorway.

It was so strange being back here after spending so much time away, like they were a guest staying in their own room, not sure what they were allowed to touch. But he knew he could do what he wanted. It was still their room, after all. Maybe within these next few weeks they could decorate a little more, make the room feel like theirs again.

Finally, Ranboo stepped inside and closed the door behind them. He was too tired to change or get unpacked, so he just moved the bags to their desk chair, turned off the light and laid down. They’d save the work for future Ranboo’s problem. It didn’t take very long to drift off to sleep. Within minutes, they were out and dreaming peacefully.

The sun was shining over the grassy field behind their house. There was familiar laugher in the air, but where was it coming from? The grass felt so soft under their hands as they sat looking at the flowers. So peaceful.

“Ranboo!”

That voice. He remembers that voice, but he doesn’t know who’s it is. They start looking around, they can’t find anyone else around.

“Look at this one, boss man!”

That one sounds familiar too, but nothing changed. Where are the voices coming from? He had to find them. He stood up, still looking around the empty field.

He had to find them.

All at once, Ranboo was brought from the dreamlands field to their bedroom. His sudden awareness of the dream must have excited his mind enough to force him into consciousness. It wasn’t the first time this happened to them. They often had dreams like that, mostly in different settings, but those two voices always stayed the same.

He had to find them.

In his half-asleep state, he kept his eyes closed, determined not to lose any more sleep over odd dreams. The darkness of his room was quiet as they started slipping back into a now dreamless sleep.

“Get your ass back here, Tubbo!”

That voice. It was much quieter than it usually was in these dreams, nothing more than a whisper. If he wasn’t so good at picking up small noises, he would have missed it completely.

He had to find them.

Ranboo cracked his eyes open, looking around his darkened room from where he laid. Weird, usually their dreams settings weren’t in their room and they weren’t ever this dark. It was like he wasn’t asleep at all.

“Calm down, I know what I’m doing toms,”

He had to be asleep. The voices were here, just like they always were.

He had to find them.

Ranboo sat up quickly, looking around the space for the two phantoms from his dreams. He’d never actually gotten close to seeing them, but he had to try.

There was a small squeak from his bedside table, not a sound a rodent would make, more of a startled person sound. Their eyes snapped to the table, locking onto the two small figures immediately.

He had to find them.

Without thinking, he lunged, grabbing the small things, one in each fist. They squirmed and hit at his hands, yelling all the while, but Ranboo couldn’t feel it. The only thing Ranboo was focused on was that he had done it. These two..things were what he heard every night in his dreams for years.

Though, it’s strange they haven’t woken up yet. Come to think of it…did they remember falling back to sleep at all? It all seemed so real…

Wait. This felt too real. He wasn’t asleep.

They looked down at the figures in their grip once more. He wasn’t asleep.

He had found them.

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hope you enjoyed! The next part of this is already being worked on

no set time rn unfortunately but I’ll get it out asap :)

make sure to eat a snack, drink something and get good sleep 💙

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g/t #g/t community #giant/tiny #giant!ranboo #g!ranboo #tiny!tubbo #t!tubbo #tiny!tommy #t!tommy #Something to remember au #Next chapter may be a bit angsty #For all you angst lovers #It gets better though #I promise #ily guys <3

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atlabeth · 4 months

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bad ending to bleedin me dry will probably be out tomorrow !

edit: OR RIGHT NOW APPARENTLY BC IM THE MOST IMPATIENT

#for all you angst lovers #surprisingly this is less angsty than bmd #it's just very weird vibes lmao #bc she loves him but she just wants to make sure he's safe (and to try and break this delusion)#and he loves her but he is so worried that she's going to realize this was a mistake and leave/betray him #doomed by the narrative!! falling into paranoia!!! theyre in love but love is not enough!!

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dapperbeetledraws · 3 months

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"it's always been you"

a little more moody one today but dw they are just realizing that they are inevitable :) also ive been listening a lot to lord huron's meet me in the woods and it's pretty perfect for them..... my head is full of ideas!!!!!

#draco malfoy #drarry #harry potter #harry x draco #hp #enemies to lovers #all roads lead to you #does it count as angst if they are going to kiss a lot after?

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greentrickster · 3 months

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Begging the Hazbin fandom to go read some wiki articles on garden of Eden-era biblical lore. Not because the Hazbin fandom's doing a bad job or uncreative or anything so much as because apparently some of the preexisting lore is absolutely buckwild.

Like, I gave the wikipedia entry on Adam a poke, just 'cause curious, not at all expecting a "Lol yeah, he and Eve both lived for almost a thousand years after getting kicked out of Eden, and for the first hundred and thirty they just fucked off to separate sections of the world because they were mad at each other and both had a lot of sex with demons before getting back together, having Cain and Abel, and then presumably getting to question whether they shouldn't have just stuck with the demon sex when their firstborn killed their second-born."

It just feels like there's apparently a lot of stuff the Hazbin fandom could have a lot of fun with, you know?

#hazbin hotel #biblical lore #listen if I have to know this then so do you #also eden era biblical lore is kinda majorly depressing #meaning it's perfect for all you whump and angst lovers in this fandom #it's not phrased exactly how I phrased it in the wiki. mostly because this is a summary of a several sections of a VERY long article

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months

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We could have had it all...

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #oh man....the NieYao dynamic....All these complex emotions and ties to each other and they *aren't* canon?#Sorry fellas but the way you proposed writing your bro a letter of recommendation & agreeing to it was very fruity.#And *then* Lan Xichen shows up. And both JGY and NMJ are head over heels for him and have been for ages apparently.#Its like they found out that LXC had been two timing them this whole time and their response was: “UM. HOT?”#I'm tempted to redraw these three as that one bisexual-core image with Anne Hathaway. You know the one. It fits.#It's strange seeing all of this fondness in retrospect compared to the betrayal you feel in The Untamed after a longer build up.#Initially it felt like 'oops we made him a little too 2 dimensional as a villain - quick make him more sympathetic'.#JGY even had a scene with him kissing babies. As any politician would do to improve their image.#but it does come around to really showing a more authentic JGY and the tension between him and NMJ.#As an angst lover I am personally all for 'what could have been' relationships and they DO have it all.

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cyberchronics · 28 days

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

fell down a rabbit hole and now I'm obsessed with kitty sato n sugu 😵‍💫😵‍💫 fully self indulgent

★ dom sugu x sub sato x dom gn reader, threesome, little bit of dumbification, anal, face sitting, hint of aftercare ★

✩∘₊ ✩*✯☆⃟⃟⃟✯*✩₊∘✩

having a catboy in your life is special as is, but having two? you must've really gotten lucky.

at least, that's what people think when they see you around town with satoru and suguru. they're both hybrids, human and animal features binding together to make two impossibly pretty things that cling to your hips. so different in appearance, yet they fit with you as if you're the missing piece to their puzzle.

satoru is a pampered kitty, snow-white ears and tails overly fluffy and never dirty. his tail sways idly, rubbing the back of your calf tenderly. It compliments his cuddly personality and the way he always pounces on you before sinking his fangs into your shoulder playfully.

suguru, on the other hand, is more reserved. his sleek black ears twitch happily whenever you pet him gently, giving away his emotions despite the neutral look on his face as you toy with his fur. he's not as energetic as his playmate, yet after a long night together it's hard to figure out who's responsible for the red marks littering everybody's skin shamelessly.

∘₊ ✧───────────────────✧₊∘

Somehow, those two always manage to get here. They had once again pulled you into their bed after a long night out, Satoru squishing himself between two warm bodies with a smile. It's evident that he's trying to tease the both of you at once, hands squeezing your waist playfully and head buried in your chest as he rubs his ass against Suguru and waits for his patience to snap.

He knows how good it feels when Suguru gets worked up, having first-hand experience from when he would push him to his limits during ruts. The firm touch manhandling him into a comfortable position, adding yet another to the long list of nights where he would get his hips gripped so roughly and pounded into the mattress... the thought has him rolling his hips forward, pressing the growing bulge in his pants into your thigh.

It goes without saying that he gets in trouble with both of you. Not that he minds, of course. Suguru’s fingers bully him open as you grip his cock, brushing your thumb over the pretty pink tip as a means to punish him is just what he needs after a long day. Being the strongest is hard work, or so he always says before curling up with you in bed. What better way is there to destress than getting his brains fucked out?

Before long, Satoru gets just what he wanted. Suguru's thick dick slides in and out of him in a constant rhythm as he arches into the bed. The sweet noises he would usually be making are muffled by the weight of your body of his mouth, the mouth that seems to be the only functioning part of his body. It gives your hole gentle kitten licks, rough muscle sending shivers up your spine as it teases by circling before diving in for more.

The last thing on Satoru's fuzzy head is complaining. He's enjoying giving you two pleasures if his twitching cock and the pearly mess on his stomach are any tell. His only fluffy tail now stained with both his and Suguru's cum wraps around the man inside of him's waist, sharp nails digging into your thighs as he pulls you deeper onto his tongue. He could die happy like this, really.

Being degraded into a mere sex toy for his lovers to use while his needs are ignored is one of the most gratifying experiences he's ever had. Even when you two are nice enough to give him a break, he spends the entire time babbling about how much fun he's having and rubbing his head against whoever's closest. With the amount of stamina being around you gives him, he's prepared to go all night as a fucktoy.

Luckily for Satoru, he was blessed with very graceful partners. When he's truly at the edge of his consciousness you both seem to take notice, spending the rest of the night pampering him with affection. Cleaning him up with a warm cloth when he mumbles how tired he feels, showering him with tender kisses, and pulling him back into the same position as before you even started. Though his words are semi-incoherent he still whispers out a small "thank you", a ditzy smile on his face as he drifts off to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

a/n: this barely had anything to do with them being hybrids, but still scratched an itch in my brain <3 so sorry about my absence (again!!), march is always such a busy month :( but I promise, im ready to post again!!!

also made the executive decision to launch an acc just for fluff, @chroniccybers :) think it'll help me keep motivation if I seperate the type of fics I make lol

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lovesickeros · 10 days

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☆ you sow; & thus you shall reap what you are owed

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood, violence {☆} word count 0.8k

You are dying.

Gold melts into the dirt, bleeds into the very earth that you'd molded by your own hands – a familiarity you do not understand the source of – you know it to be true, yet you do not remember it as Teyvat does. It weeps, in turn, for the way you bleed upon it, the way your lungs strain for breath.

It is fury and sorrow and fear and hatred so raw that your mind buckles.

You will die.

"A dying godling and its judge, it's jury – it's executioners," The voice is hollow and cold, sweeps across your broken body like the first chill of winter, "Archons who saw themselves Gods, now brought to heel by their own hubris."

A cold hand upon your cheek, the brush of a thumb across your lip, the gentle caress of cold across your skin. You know her – you don't remember, you shouldn't recognize her but you do – and she knows you. The cold beckons and you follow, let her kindness settle in the hollow space of your chest. You want to speak, to cry and scream and rage, let the world burn around you in a fit of flames so hot even she cannot contain it – but she silences you, quiets the anger seeping into your blood, quiets Teyvat itself.

"Do not speak, little godling. Guide my hand," She is cold; her hands are not gentle, yet it is bliss compared to the callous, cruel hands that have shattered you. She is cruel and cold and brutal but she is love in the way she kisses the crown of your head. She is love in the way she is the bulwark between you and the world that has scorned you – she is fury in the way she brings them to their knees. "And I shall enact judgement most divine."

They will pray for forgiveness, and they shall find themselves wanting.

"It wasn't our fault!" They cry, but you cannot recognize the voice – it breaks and cracks like glass. "They were too human. How were we meant to know? We– we thought they were.."

Silence.

You watch your judge – the executioner, the blade that shall carve their sins into the very marrow of Teyvat, stand above you like death. As cold as winter and just as brutal. Your temple has been painted in the gold of your divine blood, and she shall complete the masterpiece with their own. The Archons shall become the grandest art in the world – this temple the canvas, their blood the paint and their bodies the palette. The cold that cuts sinew cradles you – it sings to you, whispers sweetly in your ear and carves bone from body in the same breath. The cold presses it's lips to your wrist and it cradles a heart within it's palm – judges them and finds them guilty.

It is her spear that rests between their ribs, her sword that dissects and her dagger that carves – the cold devours.

In the breadth of this divine sanctuary, the Archons dwindle. They become the pieces of a divine work of art, they bleed and bend and break upon her hands. She shakes the heavens and carves mortality into the bones of the divine – your word is Law, and you weave their deaths into the roots of Teyvat itself.

They shall know of their grand folly in every moment henceforth and longer still and they shall weep.

And as the curtain falls, as the world crumbles beneath fist and blade, she cradles your face between hands too cold – as gentle as a shard of ice between your ribs, as brutal as the kiss of gentle snowfall. The world buckles at the loss of six, but she alone does not allow it to break – you will have to mend the wounds of the world when you are well, but today you weep and Teyvat weeps with you.

And alone, the cold remains.

Stone has eroded, the wind has ceased, the flames have been extinguished, the storm has been silenced, the forests have gone quiet and the seas go still.

But the cold remains, bathed in gold.

It wraps you in thick furs, cradles you against the winter storm that brews beneath a veneer of composure. It brings you home – lets the world settle into a stillness and silence that inspires only dread and still she presses a kiss to your brow.

It is cold, but there has never been something so warm.

Where hands have broken you, she drapes you in furs, wipes away the thick gold that clings to your skin. She pieces you back together where you have been shattered, reshapes you where you have been bent – makes of you something new. Not a god and not a mortal but something wedged between them.

But you are yourself.

And you are where you belong.

They shall put you back together and you shall know only the worship worthy of the divine. They shall carve this world into your image, tear out and burn away the rot that festers.

All you need to do is say the word and they shall be your tools to make this world your own.

One word and those who wronged you shall burn, too.

Just one word. That's all it takes, and they shall take away your pain.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #tsaritsa #“eros you left for a month again” yeah.................#anyway. posts tsaritsa fic and leaves #i kept it kinda vague but the fatui are all on your side. whether or not your actually the creator or not though..#now thats up for debate.#did they tamper w teyvat to kill the archons? to break the world to be remade in whatever image they see fit?#using you as the means of their end?#maybe you are the creator and they just saw an opportunity. maybe they are just devoted to you.#i just think lowkey villain au but specifically imposter au where the only ones who side w u r the fatui like OUGH #i love the fatui. them being the only ones 2 side w u is so tasty #prime material for angst bc the self doubt if the only ppl who believe u r the “villains”#a lot of this is just like. tsaritsa posting again though #the tsaritsa who loves so deeply yet cannot love #contradictions all the way down #she loves you but she cannot love you.#she loves you but she will put a dagger between your ribs. she loves you but she is incapable of love #tsaritsa the woman that u r ough #harbingers and their complex relations 2 love my beloved #smth smth tsaritsa seeing an opportunity to install a puppet “creator” which creates a separate imposter!au when the actual creator pops in #did i write this just 2 write tsaritsa being vague and Weird and horrifying and a horror and a lover and just a woman and #yeah :]#please talk 2 me abt the tsaritsa pleas epleas pleas eplease please please please p[lease please pleas

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missjashin · 1 year

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It’s been some time and Dustin and Steve go to see Wayne. Maybe he is moving out of Hawkins and they go to help with packing or maybe they just wanna check on him and he is reminiscing Eddie. Either way he has punch of old photos out. School photos, birthdays, first concerts, various different types from different ages.

One photo really catches Steve’s eye tho. It’s a group photo from the early 70s, taken in the summer. Steve asks Wayne “Why do you have this?”, seemingly little shocked and bewildered by the photo. Wayne looks at the photo and smiles telling it was taken in a summer camp Eddie once went. “That’s my boy” Wayne tells pointing one kid among the others. Dustin also looks at the photo and smiles. It seems like a good and happy memory.

So Wayne and Dustin get little puzzled when they hear choked sob coming from Steve. He is trying to hold it together but not really succeeding, his hands in his hair pulling so hard it can’t be comfortable. Just walking away from them now, fighting the tears. Rather weird and strong reaction for a mere summer camp photo, especially coming from Steve… Till you take a little closer look at the photo.

Because yes, with his buzz cut hair and thousand watt smile there’s little Eddie. Little Eddie who has his arm over another kid’s shoulder, pulling closer a little boy with a sweet smile, chestnut hair and tiny moles dotted on his face.

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #steddie #it’s Steddie cuz they my star crossed lovers #used all the tissues while crying over this hc sorry about that #feel free to end me 💖✨#sad headcanon #I have something sweeter too guys don’t worry I’ve just been lazy and need to write it down #it’s just all in my brain atm #also if you don’t understand this one : Steve was in the photo with Eddie #childhood friends AU #kinda #Steve owns the same photo #remembers the summer camp and the boy he had so much fun with but didn’t realize it was Eddie until now #angst

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ghosttotheparty · 1 year

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#he was def crying #some soft angst for all you tall eddie lovers <3 #steddie #steddie fanart #eddie munson #eddie munson fanart #steve harrington #steve harrington fanart #stranger things #stranger things fanart #my art #2k

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etoiile · 4 months

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RAINY REDEMPTION

synopsis: your ex-boyfriend shows up at your doorstep, soaked from the rain and hoping for a second chance.

starring mikage reo!

genre(s): angst/comfort, fluff at the end, exes to lovers wc- 1.4k

notes: first time trying angst like this. hope you enjoy!!

the last person you had expected to see upon opening your door was your ex-boyfriend of 2 months, mikage reo. he stood before you, soaked from the rain from head to toe, wearing a sheepish smile that contradicted the unease in his eyes. "can i come in?" he asked, his voice laced with uncharacteristic hesitancy. "it's really pouring outside."

stunned and speechless, you merely gestured for him to enter, an invitation he swiftly accepted. as you darted wordlessly to fetch a towel, a tumult of thoughts stormed your mind, each raindrop that fell echoing a question.

what was he doing here? why was he out in the rain? he never ventured into this part of town. what's going on?

shaking off these thoughts, you handed him the towel. grateful, he quickly began drying his hair – the beautiful, fluffy hair you used to run your hands through, to which he'd almost purr as he melted into your touch. the hair that had been long enough for you to braid and accessorize, filling an entire album on your phone dedicated to the different looks you'd given him. it had been months since you last saw it, and now, with no explanation, it was in your apartment.

breaking the silence, you questioned, "what are you doing here, reo?" your voice, calm and level, carried a coldness unfamiliar to him. he disliked it greatly.

"i was taking a walk, and it started raining." he answered simply.

you knew immediately and without a doubt that he was lying. you knew him best, after all.

eyeing him, you demanded, "what are you really doing here?"

a chuckle escaped his lips. that low, boyish chuckle that still sent shivers down your spine. he scratched the nape of his neck before nervously joking, "you got me. you always did know when i was lying."

"what are you doing here, reo?" you snarled, a sharp edge to your voice.

panic and fear washed over his features before he blurted,

"i still love you, y/n."

you took a moment to process his words before your entire world began to spin before your eyes.

your heart pounded, and your vision got fuzzy. your knees went weak, feeling like they might give out. nausea hit you hard, and you wanted to faint, cry, and run away—all at once. it was like a rainstorm of emotions hitting you like a torrent, messing with your whole system.

"..no."

"no?"

"no!" you screamed, tears flowing. instinctively, reo reached out to wipe them away, but you slapped his hand away, making him wince.

"you cannot," you sobbed, "break my heart, tell me it's over, and not talk to me for months,"

reo's eyes began to water too.

"and then come marching back to me, and tell me you fucking love me, reo. no. you cannot do that to me."

"y/n," reo started, but you cut him off.

"i," you breathed through tears, "was just starting to get over you, to come to terms with the fact that you didn't want me around anymore."

by now, reo was freely crying too.

"and then you just waltz through my doorway to tell me you love me? are you kidding me?"

"y/n," reo tried to start again, coming as close to you as he thought you'd let him. "i'm so sorry."

"you're sorry? that's it?" you spat angrily.

"hurting you," he uttered, "was the greatest mistake of my entire life."

gently, he took your hands in his, relief washing over him when you didn't push him away.

"i did so much to tell myself that i'd be fine, that you were just another girl, and i'd find someone else." you almost rolled your eyes.

"but it wasn't true," he breathed. "not one bit. not even close. no one," he squeezed your hands, "could ever come close to you."

"i miss your voice. i miss your laugh. i miss waking up in the morning and seeing you smile. i miss spending time with you doing anything: cuddling and a movie, buying groceries, baking things, going to restaurants. y/n, i miss you so much my entire body hurts when someone mentions your name. i miss you, y/n, and i'm so, so sorry that i hurt you."

you're sobbing uncontrollably now, and his heart aches, knowing he's the one who made you this way. he'd always hated seeing you cry, but he hated it a thousand times more when he was the cause. he vowed to never make you cry like this ever again if you decided to let him back in.

hesitantly, he reached up to your face, fingers trembling with the fear that you'd push him away once more. luckily, you don't. you don't slap him, nor do you yell at him. instead, you let him tenderly wipe the tears from your skin, a silent ode to his love. it felt like a soothing melody in the midst of chaos, a gentle reassurance. you allowed him to cup your tear-stained face, a silent acknowledgment that, in this fragile moment, a sliver of hope had found its way into both of your hearts.

"y/n, i need you. the months we've spent apart have torn me apart completely. so much so that i couldn't even get out of bed to get to practice. nagi had to come get me out of bed, and that should really tell you something."

he winced as he observed your unamused expression, then took a deep breath.

"i know i can't change the past. no matter how much i wish i could, i will never be able to take back the harsh words i said. i will never be able to undo my horrible actions. i know i was a terrible boyfriend to you, y/n, but please. i love you. i know i need to respect your wishes and boundaries, but if you still love me too, i'm not going anywhere." he looked at you desperately, his purple orbs silently pleading with you. "do you?"

silence lingered, the air thick with trepidation. then, you broke down again, burying your head in his shoulder. "of course i do," you mumbled softly, sobbing. relief deluged his body, and his hold on you tightened ever so slightly.

"reo, i love you with every fiber of my being. i love you so much that i never stopped thinking about you for a single minute since we split. i love you so much it took all of my willpower not to jump into your arms the moment i opened the door. reo, i love you so much that it scares me." you confessed, your voice no higher than a whisper. if he hadn't been desperately clinging onto your every word and move, he wouldn't have heard it.

"then please. one more chance. we can make this work, i promise. i swear to you with my life that i'll be better. i'll make you happy. i'll do everything in my power to be the best lover you've ever had." he looks at you anxiously, trying to read your expression. "we can take it slow. ease back into it. but please don't give up on me, on us, just yet. im begging you."

in the quiet aftermath that followed his plea, a heavy silence settled. the air thickened as his words lingered, creating an atmosphere filled with uncertainty and anticipation. your contemplative gaze met his desperate one, and for a moment, time stood still.

"please, y/n. i need you."

you stayed silent for a bit, and he held his breath the entire time. his heart was beating so fast he thought it'd leap out of his body.

"ok." you finally sighed. "let's give it another shot."

elation, bright as the sun after rain, soared through his body as he engulfed you in his embrace. the warmth flooded all your senses as he squeezed you tight, never wanting to let you go.

"thank you," he whispered, tears soaking your shirt. "thank you so, so much."

a nod subtly affirmed, an unspoken acknowledgment of the gravity in the air. "yeah," you breathed gently, taking in what had just occurred. "it'll be ok. we'll be ok."

"i love you," he sobbed, the words pouring out in earnest. "i love you so, so much."

excitement and joy rushed through his body like a heavy downpour upon hearing the four magical words you next uttered:

"i love you too."

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cbsjaneeyre · 7 months

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love shouldn't hurt like this.

#this is for all of you izzy and angst lovers out there #i just hurt myself with this #PLS LET IZZY AND ED RESOLVE IT ALL IN THE NEXT NEW EPISODES #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands #edward teach #ofmdedit #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmdgifs #rita #cbsjaneeyre

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instantpansies · 6 months

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NEXT CHAPTER BAYBEE!!

enemies to lovers angst hurt no comfort 200k hellsite hall of fame x perry the platypus continues in the next exciting installment!! (i did the thing and made the pov shift as awkward and discordant as possible!! wahoo!)

(i added a bunch of iconic post references too! try to spot them all!)

@hellsite-hall-of-fame @hellsite-hall-of-girlfriend @hellsite-hungergames

#enemies to lovers angst hurt no comfort 200k hellsite hall of fame x perry the platypus #the fic #perry the platypus #well he's not in this chapter. but anyways #hellsite hall of fame #hellsite hunger games #i hope you don't hate this guys. im sure it's weird seeing your online persona represented in fanfic #i had so much fun w this chapter tho!! all the references were very funny to just shove in there #writing #fanfiction #fanfic writing #ao3 #chapter announcements

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World Tour Assistant Noah AU (where he is always an assistant):

After the gross kiss failed to stop Alejandro's flirting... Noah begs Duncan to convince Alejandro, that Noah is too dorky to date... but Duncan has an even better idea; make Alejandro jealous for fun!

(In this AU, Duncan and Courtney had broken up before Season 3, so Duncan isn't a cheater!)

Duncan: "Thanks for letting me return to the show, handsome.~" 😘

(Duncan kisses Assistant Noah's cheek.)

Alejandro: "Duncan, I will DESTROY you!" 😡

Noah: "I just want to be left alone!" 🙄

Wait hold on... hold on... this is just the premise of my favourite Dunnoah fic series but with an assistant Noah twist. And extra Alenoah flavouring. That's not to say I'm against the idea.

Though I can't really imagine Duncan ever committing himself to flirting with Noah unless the two had struck up a deal prior- Duncan's that specific brand of 2000s era bigoted where being seen as anything but straight is a social crime (despite the fact that Duncan is definitely a boykisser, just in denial), but he's also aware of just how much of a threat Alejandro is in the competition and the latino's huge obvious crush on Chris' personal assistant, so I think Duncan could push aside his own internal biases to at the very least propose a similar idea to Noah.

Really, it'd be beneficial for the both of them; Noah gets to subtly-not-so-subtly tell Alejandro to back off by responding to Duncan's advances but not his, and Duncan gets to rile up Alejandro enough to redivert his attention away from the competition itself thus increasing his own chances of winning. It's strategic, really, nothing more.

It's that line of logic that has Noah eventually conceding that, for all intents and purposes, it's a good plan. So he deigns to play along, at least for a little bit, just to get Alejandro off of his back.

And, canonically, they're both shown to be at least half-decent at flirting, so whatever displays they have planned to annoy Alejandro would be just convincing enough to really get under his skin. Especially since Alejandro's shown in canon to be the protective/possessive type (mostly in All-Stars, in how he reacts to José insulting Heather) and likely wouldn't take too kindly to Duncan swooping in on "his amor" or whatever Spanish nickname he'd substitute it with.

Which all eventually leads to the scenario you proposed; Duncan plants a wet one on Noah's cheek and Alejandro sees red.

Noah's already exhausted by default, but feels weariness seep into the marrow of his bones as a seething Alejandro glares poisonous daggers towards Duncan, who's committed enough to their little ruse to in turn shoot a wink and a pair of finger guns towards the assistant. Deciding that he isn't paid nearly enough to deal with the inevitable confrontation between the two idiots who've apparently taken an interest in him (Duncan's, of course, being a known ruse), Noah leaves to go and do his actual job.

...

And then, Alejandro confronts Duncan directly in the Economy cabin, claiming that he doesn't deserve to so much as look at Noah, and that he (Alejandro) was the one Noah kissed and therefore the object of his attraction so Duncan better lay off. This is news to the punk, and adds a whole new layer of complexity to their plan. And perhaps something he can later exploit to give himself a leg up in the competition.

But why does the idea of Noah kissing Alejandro make his chest tighten up with envy?

And then maybe Duncan finds the untamed passion of Alejandro's genuine fury kind of hot and he too enters the metaphorical boxing ring of feelings? Aledunnoah endgame? The intern server has been posting a lot of Aleduncan lately so letting those two get together (and with Noah in there too, as a bonus) just seems natural to my brain at this point.

#the answer is always polycules #noah the cranky eepy assistant and his two overcompetitive asshole boyfriends #aleduncan rivals to lovers where they both begin competing for noah's affections and find themselves rapidly falling in love with each othe #as well. internal conflict for the both of them because they can't be in love with two people at once???? except yeah they can.#this au can have a little miscommunication and internal conflict angst. as a treat #noah of course is more comfortable in his sexuality as the resident twink and doesn't have to go through a whole character arc unlike the--#other two. so he's just waiting patiently for them both to work out their issues before he makes his move.#the move in question is him asking: if i agree to date you both will you shut up for once?#and then alejandro and duncan are just furiously nodding because noah said the word “date” and that was enough to abandon all logic.#boom. polycule.#total drama #td alejandro #td duncan #td noah #alenoah #dunnoah #aleduncan #aledunnoah #assistant noah au #others' ideas #silly ideas #ophe's ranting in the tags again #replies

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