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demigods-posts · 16 days

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the "'i can explain' 'no you can't'" interaction between percy and annabeth should be an on going thing every season. in season 2 after percy blows up a gym and annabeth has to clock a bully. in season 3 when annabeth finds out percy hijack a quest he wasn't asked to be on. in season 4 when percy disrupts his own funeral and annabeth demands to know where he was for two weeks. in season 5 when annabeth finds out percy took a dip in the styx. the possibilities.

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magmagpie · 9 months

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Be easy on the guy, Moll, he's not used to being loved

Part 2/2 Part 1

DO NOT TAG AS SHIP

#this is my farewell for the next two weeks lol #someone pointed out the concept of scratch suddenly being loved and being shown that through #molly's art and stuff and i was just like #THANK YOU someone gets it #poor guy doesn't know how to handle all these new feelings #my art #digital art #scratch the ghost #tgamm scratch #scratch mcgee #tgamm molly #molly mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee #angst #fluff #best friends #besties

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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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Hiiii how are you?? Id like to request farah finds out reader is ticklish and uses it agenist them when reader is in a bad mood and being rude to everyone

(Sorry if this is really silly btw🫶🏻🫶🏻)

Hey! I'm doing well! Got a surge of motivation to write before therapy! This ask was just the right amount of silly actually! It was very fun to write!

Cheer Up Tickles with Farah

She’d likely find out when she wraps an arm around your waist and her fingers twitch a bit for a moment, making you react a little bit. Unfortunately, she’d pick up on that immediately, raise her eyebrow and give you a knowing smile. It’s a slightly cocky one as well, because she knows your weakness now, so if she ever felt like it, she could destroy you. Farah might poke you from time to time, but it usually won’t go farther than that. However, if you’re being especially grumpy for no reason whatsoever and you’re being rude to everyone, that might change.

At first she’d just poke your side, gauge your reaction. You can cuss her out all you want, she’s not going to let up just yet. It’s then that you can either cheer up and apologize to her, or feel her wrath and tickles. However, given your ask, you don’t cheer up, instead noticing, with horror in your eyes, that you messed up. Farah would wiggle her fingers at you before pouncing like a tiger that got its first prey in three days. Although she may go easy on you at first, letting you struggle so you feel as though you have a chance of getting away, there’s no way she’d just let you go like that. You can squirm all you want, you’re trapped underneath her since she’s a very strong fighter. You’re not going to escape her grasp, you’re going to get tickled and teased to oblivion and back. Once you’re calm, she’d start teasing you a bit before going in for the kill.

Farah wouldn’t even hesitate to be gentle in the beginning, she’s gonna get you good from the get go, straddling you and squeezing your sides. Try to throw her off all you want, you can’t. It’s fun to her if you struggle a bit as well, it makes it all the more challenging for her. While she may not know just yet where your weak spots are, she’ll find them quickly enough, staying in one spot for a few moments before switching to your armpits, for example. If you trap her fingers there she’s gonna have a field trip. No matter how much you’re laughing at that point, she’ll tease you about being less grumpy already and how you’re smiling like a goof. How adorable you are and how she should just tickle you more often when she has the time to do so.

Naturally, she’s a leader, so she needs to make sure all her loved ones are doing well, therefore she needs to check up on your ribs as well. Counts them, prods at them, vibrates her fingers between them to make sure you haven’t sustained any injuries. If you’re completely healthy, then she’ll say so, but she also needs to make sure your tummy is in good condition. Lifts up your shirt and starts scribbling away to make sure everything is in order. However, as time goes on, she’d grow a bit hungry and nibble at your sides and your ribs as well. Besides, while she may need to be sated, she also wants to share something delicious with you as well. So naturally, kind as she is, she gives you some raspberries.

However, once she notices your laughter having gone silent, or when there are a lot of tears streaming down your face, that’s when she’ll slow down a bit, before stopping entirely. Your dazed, cute face is just too adorable, though, so she’ll lean over to give you a kiss on your forehead and wipe away your tears with her thumb. Once she sees that you’ve been cheered up, she’ll get off of you, put your shirt over your tummy again and laugh a bit about how tired you seem all of a sudden. You weren’t this tired yet when you were cussing her out still. Pats your tummy one last time and helps you up, even if you don’t need her help. You seem out of it a bit, but not unhappy.

Farah doesn’t mind having tickle fights with you every once in a while. However, be warned, if you ever decide to tickle her first, then I can assure you that she’s going to get her revenge. Besides, she can hold her reactions in quite well. Much to your dismay, she’s also rather observant, so she’s going to figure out which spots make you scream fairly quickly. She’s always so serious anyway, so sometimes you just need to let loose and be a little goofy. Loves getting to be silly with you from time to time, even if it’s just through play fighting and tickling one another.

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #tickling is such a fun concept to me. you get to make someone laugh just by touching them gently #you get to goof around with them and playfully fight them. it's absolutely adorable. but I know many people disagree with me on that one #still Farah as a ler would be a little menace as fun as it would be #I do think about the characters as lers more often than I would like to admit in all honesty. it's just so fun and sweet #besides just goofing around with Farah sounds like a dream to me #getting to be silly and stupid over essentially nothing is fun I wish she was real so I could fight her a bit #but alas #still I get to write about her having a good time and that's what's important! no angst in sight baby!!! just silly!!#I love writing silly and fluff! my favorite genres! I can vibe to that since it doesn't break my heart!#but now I'm off to therapy so I can't write too much in the tags!#thank you for the ask it was really fun! have a nice day anon!

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esterigermaine · 4 months

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I have so many questions about Astarion's birth family that it isn't even funny.

I wonder what sort of relationship/dynamic they all had before his death, I wonder how they reacted, if they knew he was "alive" as a spawn the entire time and just ignored it because that creature wasn't their son/brother/nephew anymore, how they would react if told he had spent 200 years suffering. Most of all, I wonder if they would accept (or be proud of) the man he became at the end of the game.

#astarion #i mean the grave being pretty overgrown is kind of telling that no one is taking care of it anymore #but was he estranged? did his family move away? was there a period where they took care of it and thought about him?#did they feel guilt thinking there could have been something they could have done to save him or keep the gurs from attacking?#do they still think of him as a baby Elf because he was killed so young despite the fact he has literally been undead for 200 years?#did they die as well?#this concept has so much potential for angst and fluff depending on the type or relationship they had #and if they accept him as the vampire spawn he is if they are still around and alive #which I mean it is highly likely he has family still around #because Elves live a ridiculously long time #239/240 is still young enough to have siblings parents and maybe even grandparents out there #could you imagine him meeting a neice or nephew and them telling him stories that their parent told to them about uncle Astarion?#like someone cared enough to keep his memory alive and teaching family he never got to meet about him

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genghisthebrain · 6 months

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a tedbecca drabble

ted goes back to kansas. he and rebecca find a way to make it work

ted >> rebecca

ted > 🍪

rebecca > What?

ted > you didn’t think id let biscuits with the boss go that easy did ya

rebecca > Ha, ha. Thank you Ted. Delicious.

ted > it aint a morning without biscuits > today’s question: favourite keira knightley movie

rebecca > That’s immensely specific.

ted > certainly isnt > keira knightley is important

rebecca > Fine. Bend it Like Beckham. You?

ted > pirates of the caribbean. the second movie > went as her for halloween once > best elizabeth swan this world’s ever seen

rebecca > Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.

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pyschologicalrocketgirl · 1 year

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an ode to hope (and other funny things)

“Everything's going to be fine, please don't freak out.” Nancy starts to say, which causes Will’s eyes to widen.

“That’s…not really reassuring, you know that right?”

Nancy huffs a laugh, “Yeah, it isn’t, sorry.” He hears shifting through the receiver, and he thinks maybe that's all she's planned to say.

“Mike’s in the hospital.”

Will sucks in an involuntary breath, letting the air back out, shaky. He nods repetitively, a little numb as he tries to process, before realizing Nancy can’t see him.

“Okay.” He aims for level but his voice cracks mid-way. He’s almost whispering, “Is- he okay?”

Mike's in the hospital, which kickstarts a drive to Boston for a worried Will as he thinks about Mike, the past, and love, all while conveniently held up by New York traffic.

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cheemken · 11 months

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well, rn weirdbutdecentart (who was in the 2021 war) drew her f/a!sona as being in the Angst Side, so Angst is surely growing in numbers this time—

also, jus some what-ifs from me, buuut maybe i could get roped into joining(?) Angst by y’all paying me to spy on Fluff ig??

idk but it seems like a pretty cool way to be involved in the AU war lmao—

Ohh that's dope, angst do be thriving rn hahaha

But also

I actually thought of that too, like Dee caught you and brought you to me and I made a deal w you, that if somehow you got more info abt Fluff and the other factions I'd let you live ouo

I wanted to draw that but like my motivation is on a vacation rn hahaha

#that concept is where i inagine Finch would kinda show up?#like f/a you woukd refuse at first then a stray bullet passes between us #and you look around and see them just grinning from the shadows hahah #and yeah hahah #idk if theyd be cool w that tho hahah so yeah another reason why i didnt draw it hahah #plus im still not sure what their final f/a design is so hey hahah #if you wanna go w that concept go ahead thatd be cool too hahaha #an ask and an answer #just-jammin #angst/fluff war #fluff/angst war

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hum--hallelujah · 6 months

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i’ve posted about the premise and background for TSKOM enough that i could post a little mini oneshot about like… the idea of if the vampires did feed on Crab… right??

#idk man it’s mostly angst/fluff and crab waxing sappy about his friends #but i kinda like it and i’m struggling so much to write the fic proper (i.e. sandbenze meeting + turning donnie + crab showing up)#that i really just want to post Something #and like even though it’s a hypothetical thing not actually canon to the ‘verse none of the other snippets i’ve done can really stand alone #but this one can and it’s bc i specifically wrote it to explore a concept i won’t use in the actual universe.#she speaks!#idk man… would anyone want to see this??#i’m gonna go rb the intro to the ‘verse sjdghkdjghksjgh #tskom

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marshmellowtea · 2 years

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being both a certified actor stan and a certified fluff enjoyer i spend a lot of time picturing this man curling up in people’s arms (mostly mine or my self insert’s ofc but y’know lol) and there’s just. something so goddamn bittersweet about imagining him cuddling up to celine like that, even in aus where things turn out better for them. something about these two people whose defining trait in their story being that they break apart in the worst way being so close and intimate, mark seeking out companionship or comfort or even safety in her arms, celine scratching his head ever so slightly and wrapping her arms loosely around him, a gentle assertion that she's there, him slowly falling asleep like that because he trusts her to stay there and hold him........hnnnnn it just KILLS me

#do y'all think they ever felt truly safe with each other or was everything doomed from the start?#i don’t mean that in like. a ‘their love was never genuine’ way but more in like a #‘these two never fully let down their walls for each other despite or even because of the intensity of their feelings for each other' way #because frankly that concept breaks my fucking heart #markiplier #who killed markiplier #actor mark #celine the seer #markeline #marshy speaks #i think i may be doomed to be an angst and fluff writer for the rest of my life ahduvdhbfh #also i wasn’t gonna post this from my drafts so soon but i literally just made that post about cheating plot lines #so ofc i was thinking of Them <3 #god these two. THESE TWO

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hyperfixation-or-death · 1 year

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headcanon time! >:)

Anyways what if when Sam called Bilal his best friend (when he was talking to Lieutenant Retz), what if that was. the first time he had actually verbally expressed that.

Because, yeah, they've canonically been friends for a while, but Sam also has a theme going on of not saying things until it's too late.

With Romane, he only verbalized his feelings for her after the whole mess with the timelines had forever changed what their relationship would have/could have been.

With Victor, he only expressed his guilt over not defending him to their parents after Victor was already deep in an emotional spiral that words alone couldn't pull him out of.

And so, what I'm currently thinking, is that Bilal definitely considers Sam to be his best friend, but just doesn't really mention it, because Sam hasn't, so he think it's just like. An unspoken thing.

Meanwhile, Sam also considers Bilal to be his best friend, but he is Very Unsure over whether that's a mutual thing, because "what if Bilal is actually closer to Romane or Victor, and I just didn't notice, or what if he just considers us all to be equally close friends, which makes sense, and now I feel bad for trying to make rankings out of it. but then again, Bilal is actually the person I'm closest to-" and he just keeps overthinking it for years.

But then he loses all three of them in an instant, and suddenly it's "why didn't I tell Romane how I felt," and "why didn't I say anything when Victor needed me to," and before he can think anything else, he has to talk to the police, and then Lieutenant Retz is asking him if he's okay, and he doesn't think before answering. Because he's not okay, and his brother is gone, and his close friend/first crush is gone, and his best friend is gone, and-

And then it hits him. Bilal is his best friend, and he never told him that. And now he might never see him again.

But he does. He reunites with Bilal, then with Romane and Victor. And even if the whole situation is complicated, having all four of them in one place brings back a sense of security that he hadn't fully realized was missing, and he lets himself think that things are somewhat fine, because he had always been good at avoiding conflict, hadn't he?

Then Victor supernaturally ages Romane's stepfather half to death, and, well. maybe he and Victor were both holding onto a bit more than he'd previously thought.

And with everything that follows, it's isn't until after the finale that he lets himself think about how he really does have a habit of leaving things unsaid, and how he needs to stop doing that. (before it's too late again, before Victor ends up hating him, before he loses his friends to some other tragedy, before he loses everything all because he couldn't spit some stupid words out in time-)

So he's like. okay. i am going to mention to Bilal that he's my best friend at the first opportunity.

What actually ends up happening, though, is that the four of them are hanging out, and Victor is going on a tangent about how, "Romane, I would die and kill for you in a heartbeat, but i don't think our friendship can survive if you don't give me the bag of chips back" except he's starting to forget about the chips in favor of going into dramatic detail about the hypothetical crimes he would commit for her.

Around the third hypothetical felony, Sam tells him that he's pretty sure they all get the point. As Romane finally hands Victor the chips with a grin, Victor makes a face at his brother, and informs him that, "you're just jealous that i'm clearly Romane's favorite."

When Romane just grins wider, and doesn't deny it, Sam gapes at her in mock outrage. "You could at least try to deny it."

Bilal, with an (obviously fake) offended expression, half-heartedly complains that they're not supposed to pick favorites.

"Mhm." Romane nods. "Bilal, remind us, who's your best friend out of the three of us?"

"Hm...point taken."

"Wait, what was her point?" Sam frowns.

Victor rolls his eyes. "The point is that you're his best friend. Which leaves me as Romane's, and vice-versa."

"Oh." And before he can stop the question with the now-obvious answer- "I'm your best friend?"

"Sam, you already knew that." There's a pause. "Wait, you did know that, right?"

"I mean, I knew you were my best friend, I didn't know I was your best friend-"

Victor hits him with a pillow. "You're making this sound more sad the longer you talk."

Sam opens his mouth to respond, but Victor just hits him in the head with the pillow again, which is basically a declaration of war.

The ensuing chaos involves human shields, accidentally spilled chips, an excessive amount of dramatically flopping over, and what he's pretty sure was Romane freezing time just to mess with them.

And Sam thinks that he's so glad that they all made it out okay, that out of every version of his life that exists, he ended up with one where the four of them still have each other.

(And that, at least, can go safely unspoken; they already know.)

#parallels #paralleles #disney parallels #disney paralleles #long post #just to be clear:#they're all best friends. but within the best friends there are best friends #does that make sense?#the point is the kids love each other #this started as angst and ended as fluff. i did not plan for that.#this post really shows that i am but a humble aroace obsessed with the concept of best friends #also i realized after writing that it's structured exactly like a ship headcanon #except best friends #friends to best friends trope except you were always best friends but you didn't want to be presumptuous

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the--highlanders · 2 years

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how’s it going everyone

#personal #the funny thing is i already had a couple lines picked out of the same song for a title #but like. for a different concept & a different character #getting a LOT of mileage out of this one ig #also yes i know i just finished summer of whump. yes i am writing more angst fics #you get fluff this week dw

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rosemary-bells · 1 year

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right so after reflecting for like five minutes and reading for like thirty i now realize that reading fluff and domestic type fics for ranwan will always hurt infinitely more than angst just bcs of how like. they’ve gone through so much. and just seeing little fics where they can be happy?? relax a little bit??? ajsgdhsjsj,

#buzz #erha #catxh me crying for like several decades #like angst for them hurts but that’s the Normal that’s the Pain and Suffering of canon. also god some of the angst concepts folks pull are #they r just. oh my lord #skrkdhdhteg. screams for an hour.#but seeing them happy and healthy and relaxed just kills me so much. like oh my god… oh my god it’s the ending they fought for an earned oh #oh my GOD… also i read the ranwan canon extras and cried for three decades. they r so dumb n cute and i am sobbing and screaming and crying #violently. they deserve the Best retirement ohbmy g od.#ranwan #i mean not rly but like i Am making this post abt them specifically so ig #also literally any txj fluff content makes me start sobbing #like on god. on god on god he is just a Guy. he is just a dumb little baby man and i cry over him #like sure he committed olhorrible crimes and etc but who hasn’t in erha it’s Fine and it wasn’t even entirely his fault. his happy ending i #his happy ending is literally living comfortable in his little cottage w his husband and dog and i cry over that like every other minute #mr IS a moron but like moron (affectionate) 100%% like oh my god i son and cry every day.#they retired!!! in a little cottage!!! and they’re in love and MARRIED!!! CRYING!!!!#also the little spirits that hang around them are so cute akwgshidhdkak. crying again

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discotenny · 6 months

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I promise I’m still working on the fics from the poll the thing is guys the thing you gotta understand you gotta realize the thing is what I mean to say you see you know erm uh huhhh errhejejrmrmrmm-

#iotext #I might have to split lost you once into two parts #originally it was supposed to be Drabblesbut the way it’s going it is NOT gonna be like that #jakurai fic is just giving me trouble having to transition between angst and fluff #and I might scrap the Jiro fic and turn it into hcs instead #ichis fic has also changed concepts LOLOL #going full longing for one after break up w him sorry Ichiro stand

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godzexperiment · 10 months

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concealment bleh

getting hit with the birthday month mental illness, depression boost+paired with health issues i gotta just :) try to ignore *despite both feed into each other parasitically making it much worst* like the universe really said happy impending birthday have fun with no mercy on the bright side that just means my drive to write is immense, ability to do so/complications aside lmao rip

#negativity cw #depression cw #<<insomniac vampire speaking>> mun post #(angst flavored fluff? many concepts- desire to interact ooc socially but cant bring myself to do so)#(i had planned to be so social! i want to be social which isnt common for me but then im also just like lol as if my brain could allow it)

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hoshigray · 3 months

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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 [𝐍𝐎𝐓]!! | a JJK series

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!” “BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU!” It’s no secret to anyone on this Earth that you and Gojo cannot stand each other. Despite that, the world seems amused to put these two star-crossed lovers haters in the same space. Or worse, have them dwell deeper into their feelings for one another…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining - fluff + angst + misunderstandings - first kiss - virginity loss - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - secret relationships; implied friends-with-benefits - sex in shared rooms; college dorms + hotel suite - college parties - use of party games (seven minutes in heaven) - confessions - mention of drug/alcohol abuse - humor bc Gojo and college, lol - Gojo is a cocky, tactless sweetheart, nothing new - cameos of other characters + explicit content will be listed in their respective fics (within the contents).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: when I say that I had this series planned out, I mean like mid-October last year planned out, lmaoo!! I'm honestly so psyched to do this series, as it's one of my favorite tropes + relatively short as I'll be busy irl, but we'll do what we can!! i was lowkey feeling this concept when i was re-watching Ranma 1/2 and figured it would work great with Gojo. So, here's to hoping i can properly execute my thoughts with this series, hehehe~

reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ❤︎ gif header made by me + fic dividers used are provided by the wonderful @cafekitsune and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!!

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒊𝒓...

All the material below contains explicit 18+ content, so minors do not interact.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (Feb 1st)

The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 (Feb 7th)

Is it possible to wish to be in the embrace of someone who makes you want to throw them off a cliff? You seem to think so, and the same goes for Gojo. But alas, good things always come to an end, even when not meant to be...

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 (Feb 14th)

Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.

𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖!

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azullumi · 20 days

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"once more to see you" ; aventurine

summary — to him, love was like a religion waiting to be discovered and he’ll find god in the way the sun looks on your skin; alternatively, aventurine thinks he’s rotten work and tiring to take care of but not to you, not if it's him (please get the reference).

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — established relationship (but aventurine wants to de-establish it), somewhat fluff, slight angst with comfort, never proofread never what?!!, 1.3k ; ficlet

note — 2.1 broke me (the whole quest knocked at the door of my house, shook my hands, congratulated me, and invited itself into my home before pouring water on my face, slapping me, throwing me around, and left with the door open, all the while, my family watched). this is day 1 of writing for aventurine until i have him.

“you have a lot of moles.” his voice, despite a gentle whisper, tears through the silence of the night like a drop of water that ruptured and disturbed the surface of the pond. “especially here.” he gently taps on your skin; they seem like stars, he swallows the words back down.

you feel aventurine’s finger trace on the back of your neck and the curve of your shoulders, seemingly drawing—or connecting something. it was ticklish, the way he gently drags his hand and ghosts over your skin, a soft laugh slipping past your lips (you’ll capture his touch on your skin as if you were a sinner remembering how forgiveness tasted on your lips). there was something intimate that lingers in the air between you two as you lay in his bed with him, a fleeting moment that will be inked into your mind.

(the both of you leave your titles behind, mixed together with the scattered objects on the floor, laid on the cold ground to be picked up and worn later like a shiny medal even if you weren’t proud to have them.)

“they say it’s where your lover kissed you the most in your past life.” you stir in your position as you speak, coming to face him and meet his pretty jewel-like eyes—how alluring it was, painted with vivid colors yet it never shines. the sound of mirth laughter bubbles from his throat, a pleasant melody to your ears.

he asks, curiosity tracing the tone of his voice, “and from where did you even hear that?” and you shrug, bringing your form closer to him as you seek for more warmth, “i can’t recall. perhaps i heard it from topaz or maybe from one of the members of the ipc? they’re the only ones i often see and talk to.”

“the doctor?” he wraps his arm around your figure, his hand settling on the small of your back.

“that man will only scorn at that idea and call it stupid. he’ll most likely say that ‘only fools would believe such concepts.’” you mimic the way the esteemed doctor spoke, from the serious expression that he always don on his face to the deepening of his voice. your seemingly successful imitation earned a chuckle from the blonde-haired man before you.

“i’m sure he will.”

silence falls between you two and you took this time to adore each and every line of his being. a few strands of hair fall over his eyes—beautiful, captivating, mesmerizing, you could list out every word to describe his eyes but it would never be enough. you had always wondered why he would hide it until you witnessed the reason why he does so.

aventurine seems to study your expression at the same also, a soft look on his face as he did, and you can’t help but be curious. “what are you thinking about?” you ask him, breaking the silence that nurtured itself in the space between you and him.

you, he wishes to answer. how you look at this moment in his embrace: you were wearing one of his shirts, albeit, not exactly to your size but you insisted, saying that you liked it as it smelled like him. how gentle, loving, adoring, you were everything; he looks and thinks of you as if you were his everything (he doesn’t deserve you). but he doesn’t say it—the thought weighs too heavily on his mind, claws at his throat, and suffocates him—, instead he utters something entirely different that creates a shift in the air between you two.

“i don’t think i can do this.” he turns his head to look away from you, staring at the ceiling instead. it seems to extend itself far and far away from him.

the horrible part of being human is the tendency for destruction that lies in your bones. stained palms, calloused pads, despite the gentleness of your touch and the comfort of your caress. the desire to devour flesh and bones, to understand the underlying thoughts and meanings behind words and unexpressed feelings by consuming them. to submerge and drown in the depths of one's despair and desire (too close that the line blurs into one). the horrible part of being him was his tendency to destroy—hesitation and doubt lies in his being and aches at his chest, tugging on his heart’s strings, and settles on his throat—, it’s not like he doesn’t want to hold you, it’s just that he can’t.

“do what?”

“this.” you know exactly what he was referring to, know what he’s afraid of. he has laid himself bare and vulnerable in front of you countless of times that you have memorized the constellations that adorns his skin. you know him, you have known him enough to recognize the fear that tugs on his voice and see the walls that he tries to build up in front of you. you know him enough to know what thoughts are plaguing his mind.

“why do you think so?”

“don’t you think i’m too much to take care of?” he tries not to choke on his words and bite his tongue, careful not to let his voice crack lest he crumbles underneath your caress. i am undeserving of it. worthless. failure. selfish. discarded. coward. loser. nothing. you are bound to leave.

“not for me.” you caress his cheek and guide him to look at you—instead of the ceiling that seems to appear farther than it originally was in each passing second as the walls glean over him like a shadow—, to meet your gaze and see the sincerity that lurks deep within. “never will i get tired of you. so, let me carry your burden.”

he takes a few seconds to answer, uncertainty lingering in his tone: “it’s not yours to have.”

“it may not be.” you answer with no hesitation, “but it doesn’t mean that you must shoulder them alone.”

he opens his mouth to speak but unable to find the words to say, he closes them. there was a moment of stillness shared between you two. comfort, relief, assurance seeps into the ache of his bones and you say something too heavy even for this steady and silent night to hold, the words too much to be held—light spills in like a flood as if it was pouring out from the sun itself.

“i love you.”

“you utter such words as if it’s something easy for you.” as if loving him was just as simple as waking up in the morning and adoring the way the honey-light hugs your form as the dust settles in the corner of your room. when he’s stripped of everything and left with nothing, would you still love him the same? would you still kiss him as gently as you did? would you still hold the shards of his form even if it makes your hand bleed?

you spoke in a gentle yet firm croon, gaze unwavering, “because it is.”

you see the falter in his expression: his face, that once was crumpled, relaxed and so did his gaze soften. and you smile at him with only adoration in your eyes—like a devout follower to a divine being. “are you still afraid?”

“i don’t know.” he whispers.

“it’s alright. you have all the time in the world.” your hand weaves itself into his own, fingers lacing with one another, and you gently squeeze. it was a form of reassurance, a way of telling him that you’re here with him through all of it.

the warmth has settled in your being and you spill yourself into the cracks of his vulnerability. “i love you.” you say once more and you kiss the mark on his neck—lingering and soft as if you wish that it would take all his hurt away. the way he shudders underneath your touch, the hitch of his breath soon followed by a gentle sigh as he cradles you closer to him tells you everything that you wish to hear.

for once, he sleeps as if he had nothing to carry, nothing that shackles him to the stars that forsakes him.

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