#i loved every moment of it and ill cherish it forever

[ryomens-vixen]

GrievingSukuna! HEADCANONS

Summary: You passed away from an incurable illness that plagued you almost your entire life, and even as his favorite concubine, his most cherished, hell his only one left since he had disposed of the rest. The one thing he liked, that her genuinely cherished was now withering away in his arms.

⚠Warning⚠ Minors dni, mentions of death, Sadness, idk what else to put.

GrievingSukuna! Who has never once said "I love you" to anyone not even you. The thought of those words ever leaving his lips made him want to gag except right those words meant everything.

GrievingSukuna! Who listened to your frail voice reassure him that your time spent with him was a joyous one, and that your were just another concubine, that he shouldn't mourn the life of someone who was merely brought to his temple over a year ago for his enjoyment alone.

GrievingSukuna! Who silenced you with the most tender, loving, heart stopping kiss to ever grace your soft yet dry lips as he just could not bare to hear another word. You chipped away of his walls, held his cold heart in your warm hand, and yet you had the nerve to utter nonsense? You had become his pride, the air he breathes, almost his wife, and possibly the barrer of his supposed heir.

GrievingSukuna! Who listened to you final goodbye to him after one last kiss to which he finally spoke those three words...

"Oh, Lord Ryomen, Serving you was..was the best thing that life could have ever given me. Every moment I spent serving you.. I spent without regret, my only regret now is being too weak to serve you any longer. What kind of concubine am I? Heh, forgive me..please forgive me, I- I-..."

You had spent all your energy speaking this blasphemy to him. If he could he would have scolded you right then and there, but there was no time that. All he could was catch your fallen hand that reached for him in an attempt to hold him one more time. You didn't have enough energy left to finish your sentence yet he finished it for you in those last moments he uttered for the first and final time.

"I Love You, (Y/N)... You foolish woman."

He said it, he finally said it, those words from him you would carry into the afterlife with you, A tear fell from your beautiful (E/C) eyes. But these words were only meant for your ears, not even his servant that stood outside his chambers could hear him whispering those three words into your delicate ears.

GrievingSukuna! Who's world came crashing down once your chest rose and fell taking your last breath. Oh the heinous things he would do, the sacrifices he would make, the blood he would give to just hear your sweet voice once more. This hurt him, this pain.. It petrified him, it was like no pain he had ever felt before.

GrievingSukuna! Who after hours of holding your cold corpse, finally allowed his servents to come in and ready you for burial. His face was unreadable to them, but on the inside he was ready to explode with rage, he was ready to curse the heavens and hell for taking what was his away.

GrievingSukuna! Who stayed locked away in his chambers for the next few days leading up to your burial. Oh how you wounded him worse than any man or woman ever could. This wound wasn't something he could just easily no, no, this wound would forever be etched into his mind, body, and soul for as long as he lived.

GrievingSukuna! Who's face remained unreadable during the ceremony, you had no family to join him, just his loyal servents who had grew quite fond of you once upon a time.

GrievingSukuna! Who quickly storm away once your casket was lowered into the ground, he felt his eyes were burning... What was this? Tears!? Never in the beginning of time would Sukuna ever shed a pathetic tear, but he heart could not deny the human emotions that came with once being human. He wouldn't dare let anyone see such an ugly sight, him experiencing sadness.

GrievingSukuna! Who's sadness was quickly replaced with pure, unadulterated rage, every village in 100...No a thousand mile radius was fucked. If he couldn't have the one thing he cherished more than anything in the world then why should everyone else?

GrievingSukuna! Who would go days without returning to his temple until he's had his fill of bloodshed, maybe this was his new found way of coping with the loss of his concubine?

GrievingSukuna! After days of slaughter he would return home to your grave absolutely drenched from head to toe in the blood of the innocent and lay at your grave.

GrievingSukuna! Who would stay at you grave for hours, cursing you to the heavens for leaving him in disarray, for not ripping his heart out his chest to take with you so he wouldn't have to FEEL this pain any longer.

GrievingSukuna! Who would soon slaughter all that were loyal to him as he would rather live in solitude, then to be reminded that he has no one to share the servitude of his people with. Sukuna would rather be alone than to enjoy the finer things without you by his side.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk drabbles #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna angst

[thatfreshi]

Can you make an Angsty Astarion x mortal!reader fic where Astarion realizes that one day the reader will pass and he’ll be alone again🙏🙏🙏 I need more Angst of this man😭

TW - Talk of death, graveyards

Recommended Song: Halley's Comet - Billie Eilish

Astarion often visits graveyards. It's some form of therapy, a place where he can let it all out, a place where he can mourn what he never had, what he doesn't remember. You don't usually go with him, deciding it's best to give him something just for him. Occasionally he'll ask you to come with him, if it's been a particularly rough time or if it's a special day. At the very least he goes once a month, and it's never a question of where he's going, you just know. You worry about him sometimes, being alone in some graveyard. You are all each other have, all you cherish, all you love. It's not often you're apart, but it's not all that difficult to stick to someone like sap when you can't be in the sun.

It's the anniversary of the death of some family member he doesn't remember, who died centuries ago, but some part of him feels as though he should at least go. Not like anyone else goes to see his family anymore. You're in the living room, setting up the fireplace for when you return. Astarion comes downstairs, and you hear his shoes tap each step. You turn to find him in all black, you are as well.

"Are you ready to go?"

You ask, grabbing your trusty knife off the table by the front door, sheathing it under your jacket. It's been quite cold as of recent.

"Mhm."

He doesn't say much. He doesn't have to say much.

"Then let's go."

You smile warmly and wrap yourself around his arm. The graveyard you're visiting isn't too far from the house. It's where most of the Ancuníns were laid to rest, including Astarion's 'grave.' When you arrive, he knows right where to go, and you simply follow along. A while back he memorized all of these people, their death dates, who they were, trying to remember anything he could from a life he lost long ago. The two of you sit in front of an ornate grave, a second cousin of his, or something of the like. You feel guilty that you don't remember like he does.

"I appreciate you."

He'd been silent the entire walk here.

"You always come with me when I ask. I know it may not make sense, I just feel as though it's right, to at least try."

"Of course my love. Whatever you need."

You rest your head on his shoulder and read the inscription on the tombstone. Apparently this man got a terrible illness, died sometime in his 20s, extremely young for an elf. You wonder how much Astarion remembers, if he knew this man at all. You never pry though. He always shares when he's ready. Suddenly, he squeezes your hand.

"I'll miss you. I don't miss these people, but I'll miss you."

"That's hardly a fair comparison. You barely remember them."

"I'll remember you forever. Even if I were enslaved for two hundred more years after this, I couldn't ever forget you."

He kisses the top of your head, lingering for a moment to take in your scent, the feeling of your hair, every little thing he'll remember when you're gone.

"The truth is darling, I don't think I'll ever love again, once you're gone."

He begins to cry. You hadn't thought about him with future lovers, lying with another soul.

"That's not fair though."

"What makes you say that?"

"You deserve to love after me. You deserve to be loved after me."

He sadly chuckles to himself.

"As if anyone could ever compare. You're the sun, and I the moon. Without you, no light would ever reflect off me again. A dark husk of a man, that's what I will be when you're gone."

He sounds so sure of himself, as if beyond you there is nothing. Then again, you've made this entire life together. Who else would fall in love with a vampire spawn with no master, a monster who's never going to be quite right? You're not sure what to say.

"To be honest, I don't think I could fall in love with someone else, even if I tried my damnest. You've made me feel safe in a way that is so foreign, fabricated just for me. You can't replicate that. You can't find someone so willing to be this patient, this kind, to not only love me for my body."

"You have so much more to love though."

"I don't think anyone would see it the way you do my sweet."

You shift to turn and look at Astarion, taking his hands in yours.

"You know what I love most about you?"

He softly smiles.

"What?"

"That you can change. It's something many people forget to do, to change and evolve, to find more in life than their misery. You've changed, for the better. Very few can do that the way you have."

"It's you who changed me."

Sometimes it frustrates you, how little credit he gives himself. Then again, it's much better than it used to be.

"Just promise me something? Once I'm gone, find another way to be happy. Find something that makes your heart flutter, that causes those precious creases when you smile. Find something else, if not for yourself, for me."

He nestles into your neck, giving you a soft kiss.

"I promise to try my love, that's all I can do."

His eyes are still misty, the tears get onto your neck. You try hard not to cry yourself, but it's hard when your heart is breaking outside of your body. You pray in that moment, although you're not sure to what god or power, but you pray that he'll be okay when you die, that it's a long time away from someone driving a stake through his ribs, that he finds joy in the small things like he does now. After all, hope is all you have when the afterlife comes to get you so soon.

"I hope I get to watch over you, wherever I end up."

"Like some kind of angel or something?"

"I guess. Like your guardian."

"Do you think I'll know?"

"Yes, I think you'll know. Maybe I'll take on the body of stray cats, follow you on the streets, lead you down paths with less heartache."

"I'd like that, very much."

~~~

Decades later, Astarion gets ready to leave the house, your knife on the table. When he steps out onto the cobblestone streets, there's a pure white cat standing a couple feet away. It meows, almost melodically, and turns to a nearby alleyway. He walks to where the animal was standing, and turns to look into the alleyway, but there is no sight of the stray. He smiles.

"Thank you, my love."

#comfort #angst #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav

[i-lived-i-died-and-now-i-sleep]

Baldwin IVs love language

I thought about how one person could possibly win over Baldwins heart and decided to write about the ways I think he enjoys to be cherished as a partner. Hope you enjoy!

I think Baldwin prefers three out of the five love language types: Quality time, words of affirmation and physical touches. Let me explain why:

Quality time: Baldwin definitely enjoys to spend some alone time with his significant other. It doesn't matter if you sit together after a long day and you listen to him talking about the political situation in the kingdom, you two sitting comfortably next to each other while you both read a book, or even meet up to eat dinner together: this is his favorite time of the day. Spending time with you,getting to know you is THE most important thing for Baldwin. For most of his life, he usually spend the evenings either alone or with work but ever since you came into his life, he looks forward to each end of a day when he can finally join you and just cherish your company. I really think due to the leprosy and the limits of physical love that comes with it, Baldwin falls in love with a mind,not looks. So if you talk to him about philosophy,history or some good stories of French knights,he will absolutely fall for you. He really needs this time to make sure that he stays grounded, to remember he found a home in you.

Words of affirmation: While Baldwin definitely stands his ground in political discussions and acts as a remarkable ruler on the outside (and the inside!), I think he also has a very vulnerable side to him. How could he not? Carrying the future of the whole kingdom on his shoulders while suffering from an incurable disease that may or may not be connected to the wrath of God? Baldwin definitely has his moments when he is sure that he can't continue like this. Shallow moments when the anger he feels about this situation does seem to get to his head. He usually spends these moments alone in his private chambers because he doesn't want to show anyone how he much the world hurts sometimes, but after some time, he would definitely let the mask down (haha) in front of you. It may take a while for him to be really comfortable to show anyone how he truly feels but as soon as he accepts you as his safe place, he WILL let his guard down. You accepting this side of him, listening to him rambling, drying his tears feels like heaven on earth to him. He loves to hear words of support from you, how he is a good king and how proud you are of him. But sometimes it's enough for him to just listen to your breath while he lays on your chest and accept his tears.

Physical touch: Listen to me, this man is touched starved for what seems like forever. Every day of his life consists of people avoiding his presence, avoiding his touch, fearing him. And he isn't even angry about this,how could he? They fear the leprosy and he completely understands this. He himself still can't believe sometimes that God brought this upon him and the way this illness is destroying every part of his body. Yes, sometimes he feels like a rotten corpse that somehow still clings to life. He would never EXPECT anyone to willingly touch him, although he silently hopes that he will feel physical love again...somewhen. So when you softly touch his hand while you both play chess, he is sure that he can hear the blood rushing through his veins. His heart is beating faster than ever and although he can't exactly FEEL you, seeing somewhen closing the physical gap is enough for butterflies to fly in his stomach. The thought alone that you don't FEAR him, that you don't think him ugly or nasty but,on the contrary, long for his touch may be the best feeling for him. So every time you draw him in for a soft hug, kiss his mask or lay your hand in his, he feels like the luckiest man on earth.

#baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven #king baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven king baldwin #edward norton #crusaders #king baldwin #kingdom of heaven 2005

[bangsinc]

A Spot x Reader

Where Spot is feeling super insecure - mainly bc everyone left him bc he became the spot but only the Reader stayed. And so when he becomes insecure about himself and not feeling good enough for Reader — can reader lift him up and tell him how perfect he is? 🤭 Something along those lines.. Totally feel free to add or change anything!!

💕Insecurities (Hcs/Drabble)💗

This is so so adorable! Ofc I’ll do this :). And thank you so much for being so polite!!! I’m sorry for the wait btw everyone, I’m working on requests I promise! I’ve jus gotten very sick B)

Also, just wanna add I’ll be making a masterlist for my stuff since so many ppl are requesting and I want it to be easy for everyone to find stuff! <3 and ill be making better cards

Days and nights seemed to never go by ever since the collider incident. Jonathan Ohnn, a man higher than life itself it seemed, reduced to nothing. He yearned for the life he once had, the fame, the community, the job.. but then again, he’d let what happen happen again if it meant you would be there for him.

You were the only person who understood his struggles, it seemed. But words and actions can’t heal wounds easily. He finds himself rather frequently lying awake at night and wondering what could have been. There’s so much he can’t do for you. So much he can never provide. Not even a kiss.

But.. every morning, he wakes up in your arms nonetheless. Your comfort never-ending, your words charming enough to even get to a man like him. A man who believes he’s not worth anything of the sort.

The longer you’re together, the more assured he is that you’re his soulmate, his one and only. He would never be possessive, or sociopathic to you though, but he believes your connection is more than mortal. He’s never seen unconditional love before, and he wishes to cherish it while it’s in his arms.

Often you find yourself holding him, lulling him to sleep despite his cries. He can’t shed tears, but his voice speaks more than his emotions. He’s learned to be good at that skill, since his face is.. nothing.

He holds onto you, begging to never leave him, but your words continue to come. You don’t shun him, or mock him for being so vunerable either. He’s yours, and you’re his.

He knows he can never repay this, he knows that he can’t even show the same affection you show for him, and he most certainly knows one thing. That you love him, forever and always.

The raidos melody flew past the both of your ears as you layed down on the comforter, the fabric clinging to Spots face as he spoke what could only be considered gibberish. His body, while erratic, never dared to move away from your touch. It was all he could feel, all he could care about in that moment.

“Y..you don’t need to always comfort me it—it’s nothing I..” He takes a deep breath, his hand covering the hole on his face to convey embarassment. You use this opportunity to hold his face in your hands, your bodies entangled. The raido was a distant memory, for now.

His cries don’t cease, at first. Instead, he clings to you, his arms wrapping around your figure in a desperate attempt to prove that this wasn’t something that.. would go away. Something that wouldn’t change. He could change, and you could change, but your love for eachother remained. Your love will change, but sometimes change is good.

He’s coming to learn that.

#spiderman #the spot x reader #the spot #across the spiderverse #spider man #into the spider verse #spiderverse imagine #amazing spider man #marvel #marvel x reader #yayyyyy #lovethisrequestbtw

[sheluvv-gambino]

Temporary Perfection.

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : You came to him when he was low but now that you've left him he's at the lowest he has every been.

warnings : death/funeral, unknown illness. Also I didn't proof read this so be prepared.

part 2

Miles really did love you.

He would’ve done anything for you and you were his everything.

From the first moment he met you, as corny as it sounds he knew it was love at first sight.

Your laugh.

Your smile.

Your hair.

Your eyes.

Your personality.

The list goes on…

There wasn’t anything about you that Miles didn’t cherish and worship, you were perfect to him and no one stood a chance.

So you can imagine his eyes soften when he heard you say ‘Yes’ to a simple date with him.

But of course when it came to him with you nothing was ever simple…for you he had to go above and beyond.

As soon as you entered his life everything about him changed, at least that’s what people constantly told him.

Before you, he was seen as a boy with a cold and intimidating exterior who no one wanted to approach except the new girl in class with a small mole above her nose. You hadn’t heard of the infamous Miles Morales who was on the brink of expulsion if he got into one more fight. So when you were sat next to him in class he couldn’t help the slight grin that graced his face and suddenly lit up the room when you were the first person to talk to him without a waver in your voice as if you were scared of what his next move was. Since you were new you didn’t pity him with stare’s due to his dad’s passing over a year ago that seemed to keep plaguing his mind.

During you, well he was the happiest man on earth. No one could’ve predicted the change that spontaneously erupted in his world but everyone who knew him thanked you internally. You were the light of his life that no one could put out well i mean except for…but we’ll get into that later. He knew he would be in love with you for the end of time. You cleared his dark path so clearly without knowing. You were always there for him when he needed and vice versa. And not to mention the fact that his mother literally loved you. Rio Morales knew that you were the one person that could help Miles be the great person she knew he could be. She really thought you would’ve been his wife…shame.

After you, I don’t even want talk about the misery…

Everything in life was perfect up until it wasn’t. Miles knew that you would be his forever until he got the frantic phone call from your mother.

“She needs you, Miles.”

Was all he needed to hear and he was out the door and into yours.

When he got to your home your mother stopped him to brief him about the situation.

“The illness is basically unknown, doctors don’t know how to work it out.”

He went to your room and just held you, console you as you bawled your eyes into his chest. He didn’t want to show you his weak side so he held in his tears and kept them back because this was about you and he needed to focus on you.

He went along with you to your appointment no matter if he missed something important even when you scolded him for it.

He watched you slowly get weaker but that didn’t make him value any less, you were his light and during those times he had to be your flame.

He actually had hope that you would get to the finish line.

He had hope that he could say at your wedding that his wife survived the impossible.

But you never made it to the wife stage… just stuck as his girlfriend.

He was pulled out of class when it happened, when he saw his mom at the office with dried tears down her face so he started to shake his head because this couldn’t be how it ended.

But here he was now at your funeral back with his cold and intimidating exterior back all the way up.

There were no tears left in him to shed.

As soon as he dropped the single white rose on your casket as it was being lowered he walked away with not a single look back.

This was the one thing that he couldn't protect you from as the prowler.

You were supposed to be his forever

You were supposed to be his light

You were supposed to be his wife

…yet you had to go.

If this is how the story is supposed to go for everyone who loves Miles, then Miles Morales will never love again.

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles g morales #prowler miles #spiderverse #miles morales earth 42 #miles morales x reader angst #earth 42 miles angst

[wh3nturtlesfly]

Enemies with benefits and yearning THE YEARNING UGH ILL DIE.

It didn’t matter how long it had been going on, Hero still shuddered each time their door shut. There was always an emptiness inside them, something they could never quite shake. Everything about it screamed wrong, Hero shouldn’t have felt this way, not about Villain of all people. Still, each time they met Hero couldn’t help but shake the fact that they wanted more. More than this silly arrangement they had created. Something greater.

Something real.

“My, you’re looking less chipper than usual. Did someone steal your favorite cape?” Villain had already shed their first layer, the jacket long discarded on the floor. Cool fingers roamed across Hero’s stomach, teasing the hem of their t-shirt.

Hero looked away. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me darling.” The tone was cold, though Villain’s expression carried a hint of concern. Then, softer they said, “If something’s wrong you can tell me. You know that right?” Their hand rose to cup Hero’s jaw but they shrugged away from the touch.

“Can I though? You’re nothing more than an agreement, a stupid deal we made because we’re both too desperate to actually find someone.”

Villain shrunk back as if they had been burned. Their expression hardened, “You sure don’t put it lightly.”

“I’m being honest. This isn’t real. We aren’t real.”

“You don’t mean that,” Villain’s voice lowered. Their fingers closed around the Hero’s waist, rubbing circles over the skin.

Villain was right. Hero didn’t mean it. Maybe that was the problem.

As much as they had tried to push it away this was real. Every kiss that lingered for a moment longer than it should. Each smile that Hero was determined to cherish forever. They longed for each time they’d get to see it again.

They had tried so hard to keep the arrangement from growing. Nothing but a deal. An agreement. A passage of time- but despite them trying to hide it, their feelings had become true.

How could Villain ever understand? Met with their expectant gaze, it was impossible for Hero to explain. There was too much, even as the Villain met their eyes with confusion. There would never be enough words for what Hero felt inside.

So they didn’t speak.

Arms thrust forward, they pulled the Villain in close and held them until their breathing had matched. Hero buried their face in the Villain’s chest, even as their nemesis grew stiff. They were uncertain. Out of all the nights they had met, they had never embraced like this.

“I want you,” Hero finally whispered. They grasped Villain’s shirt like a lifeline as if they could make the moment last forever. “All of you. Good- bad, I don’t care. I just have to be with you. For real.”

They were met with silence. Then, slowly Hero felt the presence of Villain’s arms across their back. They returned the embrace, pressing closer with a lighthearted chuckle. Tension slipped from their shoulders and Villain cupped Hero’s cheek with a smile. “God, I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”

That sent a jolt through the Hero, “What?”

“Don’t look so shocked darling, I’ve loved you from the start.” They pulled back only to clutch Hero’s hands in their own, entwining their fingers with a smile. Gently they swept their thumb over the back of Hero’s hand before pressing kisses to the pads of their fingers. “I was just worried you’d never feel the same- that this was the only way you would ever want me.”

Villain admitted such things with a hint of sadness. Yes, originally they hadn’t known what they were looking for, but the moment they had stepped into Hero’s quarters, seen the crinkle of their eyes with every smirk, they had known they couldn’t live without the crime-fighter. Each battle they had, every quarrel in which the Hero just so happened to let them slip away before the authorities came- Villain hadn’t been able to stand their time apart. Though heaven forbid they ever admit it unless Hero came to feel the same way. But now it was true, all of it, and Villain couldn’t help but smile.

Their hands crept up to Hero’s face where they brushed away a tear. Hero still smiled, but even then, Villain couldn’t push down their worries. “Did I say something wrong?”

A wobbly laugh bubbled in Hero’s throat and they shook their head. “No- you said everything right,” and with that they pulled the Villain close.

It was only a brush of lips at first, hesitant. Both stayed there for a moment, asking silent permission. Hero was the first to act, hands grasping at the Villain’s collar until their lips had sealed into a real kiss.

Villain didn’t hesitate after that, hooking their fingers into Hero’s belt loops if only to pull them closer. They sighed into the kiss with a smile. It was unlike anything that had ever happened between the two. What it lacked in its usual ferocity was something even greater. Something sweet, that even as Hero began to trail kisses across Villain’s cheeks, they couldn’t seem to stop smiling from. They had to resist the urge to giggle, instead opting to pull Hero in and place a kiss of their own to their lover's hair.

Pure ecstacy. That was the only description Hero could think of. The nights before had been so thrilling, and yet this- Hero yearned with each second to pull the Villain impossibly closer. Their nails carded through Villain’s hair and they received a soft sigh in return, all while their lips graced Villain’s cheeks, lips, brows, jaw. With each moment there was only one thought that spread through the Hero’s mind.

I love you. I love you. I love you. They whispered it like a promise with each press of their lips. When they had finally grown tired, they buried their face into the crook of Villain’s neck where warm arms wrapped around their torso.

Every question they had shoved away, every wish for something more, it had all been fulfilled. They melted into Villain’s arms and allowed their eyes to slip closed. Then, as they drifted off to sleep, they heard it. Like an echo, the phrase drifted into Hero’s ears, smooth with Villain’s voice.

“I love you too.”

#turtlewrites #hero x villain #villain x hero #enemies with benefits #heroes and villains #hurt/comfort #snippet #writing snippet #writing

[alexblue29]

hey, you're cool.

oddly the therapist possum has a request!!

so, er.

ghost of chicago by noah floersch.

then, add

lovesick foolish!?

here's that idea, idk :,)

ANYBODY READING THIS, ILL BE YOUR THERAPIST :))))

Olay that song is so good though, thanks for making me obsessed with it! I made this pretty fucking angsty sooooo sorry? And let me know if y'all want more angst cause it's kinda fun to write! I wrote this in 45 minutes btw.

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Foolish Gamers x Fem!Reader

It's angsty with a happy ending, unrequited love but not really, Foolish is a lovesick, kicked puppy, Foolish is called Noah although it.

Ghost Of Her

Noah sighed as he let himself fall into his chair. He looked over his setup, his monitors and computer were turned on with a discord call going. He had been chatting with Tina and Mouse before starting his stream. He rubbed at his face as he unmuted himself and picked up his cup of coffee.

His throat closed up for a second as he took his first sip, he missed her. She would always ask him what he was drinking and she'd have the same answer everytime he'd offer his reply,

"Honestly, people who drink their coffee black have to be psycopaths or something. Are you a psycopath, Foosh?" She'd laugh.

He quickly put his cup down as he stumbled into a coughing fit. His friends laughed at him, they asked him what happened.

"Nothing," he rasped out before clearing his throat, "Nothing, coffee just went down the wrong pipe."

He took his time getting his breath back and quickly redirected the conversation,

"I'm gonna start stream, see y'all on the server!"

--

Streaming did not help get his mind off of her, it never did. He would try to focus on his build but get distracted by his own thoughts. His chat, observant as ever, could tell he wasn't fully himself.

How could he be?

She's getting married tomorrow.

Noah rubbed his face roughly as he stood from his desk, he stretched, his joints popping as he did. He needed to clear his head and, even though it was nearing ten p.m., he grabbed his phone and made his way outside.

He walked for what felt like forever until he stumbled upon a familiar park, he made his way to it. As he walked, his feet guided him to the fountain in the very middle. He could see her, sitting by his side on the edge of it. A memory he cherishes of when she came to visit him for his birthday.

He remembers it like he still was there. A cold night, much like this one, he'd given her his sweater to keep her warm and tried to not melt every time his eyes found her. It was the perfect night. He should've said it. Why couldn't he just express his emotions like she could?

He frowned as he turned his back to the fountain and made his way away from it as fast as he could. His phone vibrated in his pocket, he reached for it and pulled it out.

Bad was calling him.

That was strange. They never called each other with their personal numbers, they exchanged them in case of an emergency. Before he realized it, the call had ceased. He didn'f reject it, he just waited too long.

Bad messaged him,

From: Bad (Dumbass)

I know you're looking at your phone.

It was all the warning he got before Bad called again. Noah retained a sigh as he answered,

"What's wrong?" his friend questioned right away.

"I have no idea what you mean, Bad."

He heard Bad scoff, Noah had always been a bad liar. "Tina and Mouse both messaged me saying you were being all weird and moppy this morning and I've watched your stream."

A moment of silence passed. Noah found his way on a stray bench before he whispered,

"She gets married tomorrow."

His voice broke in the middle, he couldn't bring himself to care.

He heard clicking noises from the other end before his phone vibrated again. He pulled it away from his ear and looked at the file Bad had sent him, a plane ticket?

"Bad, why did you-?"

"Because you are both idiots who refuse to be happy. Go get her, Foolish."

"I can't just barge into her wedding!"

"Says who?" Silence. Bad spoke again, "She's not happy, Foolish. Go get her."

And so here he was, in a taxi on his way to the wedding. It wasn't starting until twelve, it was currently ten-thirty. He couldn't fuck this up.

He thanked the driver as he closed the door. He saw her sister clock him immediately, he saw the way her eyes lit up with hope. She excused herself from a conversation and made his way to him.

"Noah! Thank god you're here, she's in the bride's room. Fifth door to the left, she's alone," She clapped him on the shoulder and lightly pushed him towards the building.

He thanked her quietly and quickly made his way to the room, he stopped before the door and raised a hesitant hand to knock.

"Angie? Is that you?" His heart lurched as her voice made its way to his ears.

"No, but she sent me to you."

He heard her inhale, he heard her quick steps to the door before she opened it, "Noah."

She let him in without a second thought. He took his time to look at her as she closed to door behind him. She'd barely changed from the last time he'd seen her. She already had her hair and makeup done for the wedding, but she was still in her white robe.

Noah couldn't take it, he took two large steps toward her and wrapped her in a tight hug that she reciprocated immediately. She was smudging her makeup on his shirt and he was definitely messing up up her hair as he gently grabbed the back of her head.

"Don't marry him," he muttered as he nuzzled into the top of her head, "Please, don't marry him."

"I can't just leave," she whispered to him.

He swallowed, "Bad bought my ticket to come get you, and two more to go back. One for me, and one for you," she looked up at him. "Your sister is on your side, she'll help you get your stuff if you need."

He caressed her cheek gently and whispered, "Come home to me, my clementine."

He could see her melt. He could see her ghost melt and finally letting the her he knew out again. She nodded. His heart was beating out of him chest. She broke away from his, went into the bathroom. He gathered all her things in her bag as he waited.

When she stepped out, her hair was up in a ponytail, her makeup off and she'd changed into some joggers and one of his old t-shirts she must have stolen when she visited him.

With her bag in his hand, he gently grabbed her hand and guided her away from the wedding. Together they made their way to the airport. She texted her sister and thank you and asked for her help to which her sister immediately agreed.

As they were flying back to Noah's home, he took a selfie of the both of them and sent it to their discord server with all their friends with a single message,

"Thank you, Bad."

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[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

A Happy New Year Indeed with Chris Evans

18+ just incase a lot of sensual kissing and fluff but thats it. It's very sweet.

Comments welcome and appreciated as are re blogs. No reports reprints or translations.

Chris twirls me around and pulls me in his arms 

"I am so happy I met you, That you're here. That you're with me."

"I'm just happy that you chose me. I don't care if I'm he- well I do care I mean I'd rather be here then-" I looked into his eyes and I just get get lost-  we're about 4.5  inches different  in height so I can stare at his blue eyes anytime easily.

"Sweetheart"

"Yeah,"  I say not breaking eye contact

His hand reaches  up to my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. I feel some texture on my skin from his hand-

"What is it?"

"Nothing "

"You're staring" 

"Because I have something to stare at."

It's true his eyes were insane blue 

"You're sure this is ok?" I ask.

 He grasped my hand that I had on his chest.

"Everything is perfect there is no there place I'd rather be cara mia "

" Don't suck up to me."I love it when he talks Italian. I don't know why I think it's sexy on him…. Or from him.  

"I mean it anytime you want to go-" 

"Hey, look at me." 

I look at him. 

"I want this, I want you and me.  My friends can I  can't always see them but I can see them more than I can see you. More than we can see  each other. And I just want to hold you so bad without having to care who sees us.  I want to be right here. I want you in my arms. I want you to be with me. I want you get it through that thick skull of yours  in falling in love with you and I want you in my arms as much as I can; ok. And this is how It can be. We just gotta take things in stride love.   I love you nothing can beat this I want you here. I want to be with you. Just stay here in my arms ill show you,"  he smirks

"Nothing  is better for you than me hmm.."

He starts kissing my neck

"nothing I want more than you...." 

"Ok ok I get it you wanted me in your arms and you got it mister." I blush

"Good cause I'm used to getting what I want."

"What a spoiled little movie star." 

"Oh you have no idea." 

"I'm just saying if you want to go to the party you can dont worry about me."

"Sweeth-"

"I can go if you want or just stay behind I mean you-"

"Honey"

"I just know you-"

He pressed his lips to mine, effectively silencing me.

"Will you listen? I want some time alone with you they get it. I rarely get anytime with just you me and Dodger. I like it. Waking up and feeling you in my arms. God its the best feeling knowing the girl of my dreams is right where I want her. I mean come on. I just like this morning I was up early."

"Such a romantic."

"So I woke up and I was you were just resting your head on my chest with you hand on it and you took my breath away.  I just smiled thinking I love you hoping i'll go to bed like this today and waking up like that tomorrow. 

I thought God I'd love waking up to having the girl I love look at me like this."

"Everything is want. Everything I want. " he kissed me in my neck 

I giggled shrunging my shoulder up and I could feel the side of lips curl up. But he never move his head across my neck 

"That I think we should wake up like this everyday"

Kiss.

"Ya know how much I wanted you in that moment?"

Kiss.

"And how much I want you now"

Kiss.

"How beautiful you look." 

Kiss.

"How i just want you to be mine forever."

Kiss.

"And how happy i'd be if that was my life every day."

Kiss.

"How much I cherish you"

Kiss.

"How I'd make sure you'd never want for anything"

Kiss.

Then from my neck he moved move up with his nose but giving me small kissed until he reached my head  and could feel his hot breath on my ear

"And God how much I want you right now."

I was having trouble steadying my breath as one of his hands under my sweater just at the small of my back  his nose brushes up against mine and nuzzle it then finally moved in for a kiss. It was sweet but passionate and I could tell he was holding back a bit. Not wanting to rush me but when we broke I nodded to him. 

"You're sure?"

I nodded 

Point of view change 

He gave you opened mouthed kisses on you lips and had trailed down to you shoulders . He had giggled and as he sweetly kept saying "shhhh "

As Chris went to get on his knees he lowered yoj with him gently .

"I got you," he said so softly. Brushing hair away from your face as he lowered you to the floor completely, hovering over yiu body.  Seeing his smile you can't help but smile too. His hand went to your face as the other hand  one interlaced your fingers  interlaced together 

He gave you a kiss in the center of your neck so he can then tease you with his nose bringing it up to you Chris dragged his nose a bit reaching the top of your neck dragging you chin up with him as his nose moved up.  Your breath quickened a bit. And he noticed

"Hey, I got you relax Baby."

"I"

Kiss.

"Would never,"

Kiss.

"Hurt you."

Kiss

"Trust me" he nipped on your jaw and an  involuntary moan came out of your mouth Chris smirked at what he found. He started kissing you in your jaw

"Chris"

"Mmm??"

"Stop teasing"

"Yes my love," he put his mouth on yours. This time he moaned into the kiss making you somehow more relaxed and trusting and then the two of you made out like teenagers for practically and hour, only breaking when you needed hair. Neither one pg you exactly knew why you broke the kissing completely but you both were panting this then took a few moments before he rolled over on his back  catching his breath

You leaned on your side  putting your hand in his chest 

"Well that was boring"

He let our a chuckle as his arm wrapping around your waist bringing you to him. You kissed his jaw

"Don't start that again I need to breathe. Franky so did you." Yiu were panting a bit more, nit used to the Chris Evans kissing treatment.  Lying in front of the fire you two could just lay there in silence and it would be fine. Scratch that, it was fine. 

Neither of you are sure you'd been there when you spoke up

"I'm getting hungry"

"Me too" 

"Not like-"

"I know, I know I'm teasing. "

This is fun  though 

"Yea you think?" He chuckled 

He wrapped both arms around you pulling you into him placing letting kisses where he found any skin 

The heat of the fire keeping you both warm despite  the large ceiling to floor windows

There wasn't any thing for either of you  to  say. But  it didn't matter everything felt perfect regardless. 

A bit later, once you both could breathe normally you two laid down in bed snuggled together. Dodger who was perfected at the edge of the bed and how moved in front of the fire making you laugh 

"I uh think we took his spot."

You both snuggled together. 

And you both had fallen asleep before you knew it. But you had woken up at around 3 am.   

You blinked a few times and then looked up at him;  so beautiful, so handsome his eyelashes, the small curls on his lips and how they were still slightly swollen from making out before and then you remembered it's officially the New Year and you're in love for the first time in your life. Truly in love. Even though it excited you your heart rate couldn't be more calmer. With him. 

You closed your eyes again, with a smile on your face and then next time you opened them seeing Chris face smiling at you.

"Happy new year love"

A Happy new year indeed…..

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[kazumaple]

born to die ꨄ haikaveh

art by @/mezudy678 on twt!!

tw | suicide ideation, death, alchoholism.

word count | 1,424 words ★ genre | angst, mentally ill kaveh, mental illness, major character death, au where haitham dies and kaveh is sad basically, kaveh is delusional, like in the traditional sense, depression/depression-like symptoms, me monopolising on lana del rey's lyrical genius<33

a/n | this has been sitting in my drafts for i kid you not over 6 months i think?!?! so yeah i just thought i should post it before the new year! i ruminated over the ending for so long but yknow new year new me so i just posted it. idk why i always make kaveh suffer but here is he suffering again. enjoy!?!?

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· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · 

“I’ll be waiting for you in heaven, my love.” 

The firm grip on Kaveh’s hand loosens as he feels his lover’s strength wane, taking not just his own, but Kaveh’s life force with it too.  

No, no… just a little longer, please. 

“But heaven is a place on Earth with you,” the blonde sniffles, embracing Alhaitham for the last time, “Don’t leave me…I still need you.” 

A chuckle erupts from the man next to him, and at that moment, Kaveh wishes he could loop that sound and listen to it forever, to keep Alhaitham in a world of his own design, where they could live together in the grandest of castles, all designed by Kaveh himself. 

He would construct them the most convenient house. Two study rooms for when they want to keep their distance from each other, a private library for Alhaitham, and a garden filled with all of Lesser Lord Kusanali’s creations, the plants being residents of the home just as much as Alhaitham and Kaveh would be. 

Kaveh sees Alhaitham, chuckling as he does now, smiling at Kaveh, his face aged a little with time, small folds of skin wrinkling around his eyelids as he beams, his happiness radiating, forcing Kaveh to smile along with him. If only time would permit it. Alhaitham is smiling at Kaveh, and he thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He wants to sketch this moment to make it permanent. To cherish the final moments he has with his lover. 

“You’ll be fine, Kaveh,” Alhaitham puts a hand under Kaveh’s chin, forcing the older man to meet his deep green eyes, “I love you.” 

By this point, Kaveh’s vision is white, and he barely notices Alhaitham pull him for one last kiss until their lips touch. The kiss is gentle and delicate, too delicate for Kaveh’s liking. The lack of strength only serves as a reminder of his lover’s fading energy. Kaveh pulls away for breath, his golden locks now in disarray across his face, the crimson hairclips that once kept his elegant plait together now in mayhem.

“I love you too.” 

Those are the last words Alhaitham hears before his vision fades, the silhouette of the man he loves the most looming over him, a teardrop the last thing he feels before he slips into the calming embrace of death. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · 

Thoughts race across Kaveh's mind like a marathon, as if each thought had something of utmost importance to attend to, leaving the blonde highly disoriented. Even more disoriented than he would usually be at times like this, because at the moment, Kaveh has downed enough litres of alcohol to provide the weekly water intake of a family of 6. 

It’s at times like this when he can’t keep his thoughts at bay. Kaveh tries his best. He really does. He tries his best to seem okay. To maintain the façade of normalcy ever since that fateful night. He goes to work, completes his commissions on time, eats all of his meals, and speaks to all of his friends. He meets Cyno and Tighnari every Saturday at Lambad’s tavern for a round of Genius Invokation TCG, his thoughts steering clear of the empty seat to his left. The seat which nobody would dare take after the loss of its original occupant. 

Kaveh really does try. 

But on nights like this, he can’t help but crack. When he comes home to nobody, no annoying, shrill voice to welcome him, nobody to nag him about his health or his rent. These are the moments when he feels truly lonely, the only reliable friend he can turn to being a tall glass of wine. 

He sits alone in their usual spot. Top floor, at the back, so that people are less likely to find them. He knows Alhaitham can’t take people coming up to him after his work hours. Kaveh doesn’t mind. But this is just one out of the long list of habits Kaveh has kept after Alhaitham’s passing. No matter where he may be, heaven or hell, Celestia or Khaenri’ah’s ruins, a part of him will always live on through Kaveh. Always. 

At some point, though, Kaveh stopped being alone. He started hearing him again. The gentle words of his lover wafting through his eardrums. At first, it was subtle. A few comments here and there. 

“That client is a jackass.” 

“Go to sleep, Kaveh.” 

“Come on, love, you’ve got a meeting soon.” 

But then it became ubiquitous. The sweet, honey-like voice of his deceased lover followed Kaveh around wherever he went. At first, Kaveh thought he was going insane. Now, he doesn’t care enough to worry.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough, love?” A gentle voice fills his eardrums in an instant, a deep chuckle resounding with it, “Though I’d love to hold you again, I’d like you to live a long, full life before then. Preferably not dying of alcohol poisoning.” 

Kaveh scoffs and crosses his arms, “I don’t have to listen to you! What are you doing to do anyway?” 

The blonde hears a deep sigh, “I suppose you’re right. I can’t force you to go home, but it would make me very happy if you did.” 

Kaveh, in his drunken stupor, actually considers this. With a clear head, Kaveh never would have considered this a valid argument. Kaveh will do what he wants. But alas, the hurricane engulfing his mind causes a lapse in judgment. 

“Fine,” he says, begrudgingly, “Only if you cuddle with me when we get home.” 

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” 

Kaveh then gets up and stumbles out of the tavern, paying the bill off his own tab this time. He supposes a benefit of Alhaitham’s passing was that his wealth and estate were passed on to Kaveh. Though this by no means makes up for the gaping hole in Kaveh’s heart, he is happy with the convenience his newfound wealth has brought him. 

The walk home passes in a daze, Kaveh blames this for his lack of comprehension, as by the time he's come to his senses, he’s tucked into bed, wrapped in the arms of Alhaitham once more. 

He looks into his lover’s eyes. The orange islands in the sea of green standing out more than ever before. Alhaitham’s arms wrap around him protectively, and he feels the safest he has in months. 

“Haitham,” Kaveh sniffles, “It’s been so hard without you here to guide me… I miss you… so much. Every time I think about you it feels as though somebody is ripping my heart out of my chest and stabbing it repeatedly with a knife.” 

“C-Cant you come back to me?” 

The soft sound of Alhaitham’s honey-sweet voice drips through Kaveh’s ears, “I’m here now, love. I’m here with you now, aren’t I?”

Kaveh groans, “I suppose so.” 

“Let’s go to bed now,” Alhaitham whispers soothingly in Kaveh’s ear, “You have a big day ahead of yourself tomorrow.” 

Kaveh lets the diluted voice of his lover lull him to sleep, his eyes getting heavier until they slide shut, and Kaveh surrenders to the deliria of dreaming for the night. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · 

The sun streaks through the gap in the curtains, its rays hitting Kaveh’s face, illuminating his vermillion eyes as they blink open, the fatigue of sleep dissipating. The first thing he feels when he comes to his senses is the utter lack of warmth in his bed. The very bed itself becomes a black hole, Kaveh stumbling over himself to get as far away from it as possible. The very bed that was once the safe haven of him and his lover, turns into the very thing that seems to trap him. 

H-He was just here.

The soft embrace of death feels more tempting than ever now. It would be easy for Kaveh to sink into it; his thoughts being engulfed by a soft lulling whisper, convincing him to let go of this world and all the pain it has caused. Nonetheless, he gets up. Brings himself to his feet. Walking towards the bathroom, he surveys the empty walls of his once lively house, accepting the soft, lonely numbness that has become a hallmark of his existence. 

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[gaybatmanenthusiast]

An unordinary encounter (oneshot)

(FIVE HARGREEVES X MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 517

⋆★ warnings : ANGST!!

⋆★ summary : in short words, meet at bar, date, death!! it’s kind of all over the place and it’s been in my drafts so I need to get rid of it xox

⋆★ extra : WWOOOWWWIIEEE WROTE THIS FOR A FRIEND !!!!!!! 😽😽😽 HEYYYAAAAAA

In the bustling city, (M/N) found himself at a local bar, seeking a brief respite from the chaos of the world. Little did he know that this night would be far from ordinary. As he sat at the counter, nursing his drink, (M/N) noticed a figure in a distinctive suit standing nearby. It was none other than Five Hargreeves, the world-weary time-traveler from the Umbrella Academy.

Intrigued by the enigmatic man, (M/N) took a chance and struck up a conversation with Five, their words flowing easily into the night. They laughed, shared stories, and discovered a deep connection that transcended the confines of time and space. It was an instant bond that neither of them could deny.

As the evening wore on and the bar became livelier, Five suggested they continue their conversation somewhere more private. They escaped the noise and found solace in a nearby park, where the tranquil ambience set the stage for a heartfelt confession. Five admitted the growing attraction he felt for (M/N), and to (M/N)'s joy, the feeling was mutual.

Days turned into weeks, and (M/N) and Five began dating. Their relationship bloomed amidst secret rendezvous, stolen kisses, and shared adventures. They were each other's anchor, finding comfort and understanding in a world that always seemed to be on the verge of chaos.

But fate had a cruel twist in store for (M/N). Unknown to both of them, an illness started to take a toll on his health. At first, it was a minor inconvenience, but soon it progressed, casting a shadow over their blossoming love. As (M/N) battled with his failing health, Five stood steadfastly by his side, offering endless support and unwavering love.

Together, they faced the difficult journey, navigating through doctor's appointments, hospital visits, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. Five's time-travel abilities became a source of desperate hope, searching for a solution in every era they could access. But even with his incredible powers, he couldn't turn back the hands of time for (M/N).

As the days grew darker and (M/N)'s condition worsened, Five held him close, their love serving as a comforting balm. They cherished every moment spent together, creating lasting memories that would forever live in their hearts.

One fateful night, (M/N) peacefully drifted away, surrounded by Five's loving presence. With a heavy heart, Five held onto the memories they shared, clinging to (M/N)'s spirit that would forever be a part of him.

In the aftermath of grief, Five, though broken, found the strength to honor (M/N)'s memory. Their love had forever changed him, reminding him of the fragility and beauty of life. He fought to ensure that (M/N)'s spirit would live on, making the most of the time he had remaining and making a difference in the world they'd left behind.

And as the stars burned brightly in the night sky, Five vowed to carry (M/N)'s love with him, touching the lives of others and cherishing the memories they had created, forever grateful for the precious months they shared.

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[r0b0tb0y]

I have been posting about it on my main blog @boogerwookiesugarcookie but for those who don't follow me there, I just said goodbye my beloved rescue greyhound. Grim was nine years old and living a life of absolute luxury, then took suddenly ill from the last stages of a deeply-hidden cancer. He was a uniquely eccentric delight to everyone who met him and even to people who only knew him online:

This blog is mostly for my fandom writing, so the way some of you would have met Grim was through little cameos in stories, and to some degree every time I lovingly wrote about a character with big brown eyes, a long nose, even longer legs, or a deep lovable sadness about him, there was a little bit of Grimmy in there.

It's really silly but I thought about how people describe Han Solo as Chewie's rescue pet and how ridiculous it is for a Wookiee to devote their life to this grizzly, reckless little idiot with a lifespan only a fraction of his own. The time you get is so short that it seems like signing up for heartbreak, but they make it worthwhile every day and you never ever forget them.

I've had lots of really wonderful messages from friends and even strangers, and even though when I'm the person sending someone condolences I feel like it couldn't possibly be enough to help with such a deep loss, I have been reading through them over and over and it brings me so much comfort.

Please give your pets one more special thing for me, whether they love a cuddle or a treat or just to spend time with you. I'm forever going to be grateful that Grim had a really wonderful final week simply because we tried to make every week wonderful for him. You'll always want to be sure you cherished every moment.

#pet death #about #grim the greyhound

[literatemisfit]

Hi! I don’t have a subscription so I can’t read this full article you posted.

https://www.tumblr.com/literatemisfit/720928934490980352/david-tennant-on-his-wife-georgias-cancer-scare

Could you possibly give a summary or copy/paste what it says (if you’re comfortable with it)? Especially that last part you mentioned as being especially sweet?

Somehow when I went to open it I also got stuck behind a paywall so they must have added one. But I was able to use incognito mode and get access to it anyway. I've copy pasted the entire thing for you so you can see what I mean by sweet ;)

See below:

Georgia Tennant is recalling the moment, at the start of the pandemic, when she realised she was going to be locked down with her husband. ‘David was supposed to be filming in South Africa,’ explains the 38-year-old actor and producer. ‘But then there was a series of phone calls, South Africa shut down, and he turned to me and said: “I’m not going back”.’

Georgia and I share a look that speaks volumes: about the slo-mo dawning experienced by wives all over the world when it became clear they would be trapped with the man they’d promised to love and cherish – but not, crucially, have lunch with every day for weeks on end. About what became more like the premise of a twisted reality TV show when those weeks turned into months

‘I remember having this sudden realisation…’ Glancing at her Scottish stage and screen star husband, Georgia pauses, blue eyes wide, and at this point I’m already smiling because I think I know what’s coming. ‘That, oh my gosh, David’s just going to be here, the whole time.’ I nod compassionately. ‘Which obviously I’d never had before.’ Another nod. We’ve all been there. 

‘And just thinking: that’s really exciting!’

Oh… It’s a needle-across-vinyl moment and I stop mid-nod and stare. Georgia and I are not on the same page. In fact, she seems to be reading an entirely different book: this wife can’t think of anything nicer than being holed up with her husband of 12 years.

‘We just really like each other,’ she says once all three of us have stopped laughing. ‘Even now, we like hanging out with each other more than we like hanging out with anyone else.’ Some might say that’s a pretty good basis for a marriage. ‘Exactly. And when all the kids are around it’s like a commune here, which I love.’

With a semi-apologetic shrug the 52-year-old Doctor Who and Broadchurch star confirms, ‘It’s true.’ There’s no way around it: he too just really likes his wife. ‘In fact, the more time we spend together the more we get on,’ he says. And although I’m not sure I can deal with any more bombshell revelations so early on in an interview, this is probably just as well. Because the Tennants didn’t just end up marooned on the couch together for the duration of the pandemic – with their five children, Ty, 21, Olive, 12, Wilfred, 10, Doris, seven, and Birdie, three – but filming a lockdown TV comedy series, Staged, which became the surprise summer comedy hit of 2020.

The whimsical meta sitcom follows David’s fractious friendship with Welsh actor Michael Sheen as they plan various ill-fated ventures from either side of the world on Zoom. Only this isn’t reality TV, but a hammed-up version. Its two actors forever making a drama out of a crisis, as their partners watch, bemused, occasionally stepping in when things get out of hand.

Georgia and Swedish actress Anna Lundberg’s attitude is probably best described by the bumper sticker quote: ‘Behind every successful man is a woman rolling her eyes’, and audiences liked them so much that their roles get progressively bigger with each series.

Amazingly, Staged outlived the pandemic premise it was built on and I’m here today, in a sleek home office at the back of the couple’s west London home, to talk about the third and final series, which is currently airing on BBC One. Having spent the past 24 hours binge-watching six episodes of the show, I’m slightly thrown by how dialled-down the real David and Georgia are compared with their on-screen personas. He’s far less wild-haired and neurotic in real life – perhaps in part because after a trip to the dental hygienist this morning, he’s not yet been allowed his coffee – and she’s just as beautiful, with the same poise she maintains throughout Staged, but more amused than exasperated, today, by her man.

‘This wasn’t our first project together,’ David reminds me when I ask whether working on the show together over three years didn’t tip this perfect partnership over the edge. ‘After all, Georgia and I did meet on set.’

It’s true that it was while he was playing the Tenth Doctor in 2008 that he met his future wife, who was cast as his genetically engineered daughter in the BBC show. Does Georgia still get endless joy from that? ‘Oh, I’ve had 15 years of joy from that,’ she flings back. ‘Of course, I was already 900 years old at the time,’ David deadpans.

After the Doctor Who years, the pair went on to co-star in the 2017 film, You, Me and Him, which Georgia also produced. Still, when it came to filming Staged, he got ‘incredibly nervous’, he admits. ‘I think we were quite anxious about what that would… do, weren’t we?’

His wife murmurs her agreement, although like her Staged character she seems serene and in control and it’s easy to imagine her talking David down from various ledges in daily life. 

For all their harmony, they seem quite different. Certainly, they come from different backgrounds. As the daughter of actors Peter Davison and Sandra Dickinson, Georgia was born into the profession, making her debut at 15 in ITV’s Peak Practice, before going on to appear in shows such as Where the Heart Is, Like Father Like Son and The Last Detective.

Bathgate-born David, meanwhile, is the son of a Presbyterian church minister, who attended the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama and established himself with the Royal Shakespeare Company and National Theatre early on. After winning the game-changing role of Doctor Who at 34, he has continued to demonstrate his versatility as an actor, flitting from hard-hitting TV dramas like Des in 2020 (playing serial killer Dennis Nilsen) and Litvinenko in 2022 (as the former Russian spy) to playing a demon in Amazon’s ongoing fantasy series Good Omens. Then there’s his stage work: the recent West End play Good, in which he played a professor drawn into Nazism, and a forthcoming stint as Macbeth at London’s Donmar Warehouse in December.

Despite his success, the actor has suffered from acute anxiety ever since he was a boy, fretting about everything from ‘not being good enough’ and ‘being found out’ (as he told one interviewer in 2019) to the loss of anonymity he knew he’d experience back in 2005, when he was cast as a TV hero he’d idolised from the age of three. ‘Because with a show like Doctor Who,’ he tells me, ‘it’s on a different scale.’ 

As anyone who suffers from anxiety knows, the primary, all-consuming worry is that everything ‘probably will go wrong’ at any given moment. In 2018 something did go very wrong when Georgia was diagnosed with cervical cancer – something she shared in her blog, despite usually being a private person. ‘I thought it was easier than having to phone everyone and tell them,’ she explains today.

‘It was a very weird experience,’ muses David. ‘Because we found out the bad news after it had been dealt with, so we had the relief at the same time as the horror.’ 

Following an abnormal smear test result, Georgia had a biopsy and a cervical excision to remove the tissue causing concern. It was only after that procedure that test results showed the cells had been cancerous. David pauses, looking at his wife. ‘At least we were spared the prospect of living with, “You’ve got this, and can it be caught?” But I still have these flashbacks of “What if you hadn’t…?”’ He shakes his head. ‘I don’t think I acknowledged at the time how serious it could have been.’

The couple were too busy ‘just dealing with each stage’, David goes on. ‘The slightly funky test and then going in and having the biopsy.’ 

‘But I did make you answer the phone, when we were waiting to hear [the results],’ Georgia cuts in. ‘I obviously knew there was going to be something, so David got the news first: that it was bad but that they’d got rid of it. And then he made me get on the phone so that I could hear it from the doctor myself, because he knew that was something I needed to do.’

Afterwards, ‘both of us were just numb,’ David murmurs. ‘It was such a Sliding Doors moment. Even a few months later it could have been too late.’ 

‘Which is why now,’ Georgia concludes wryly, ‘I’ll tell everyone with a cervix: go and get yourself checked.’

With the couple’s eldest son Ty now a successful actor – having starred in the TV series War of the Worlds and HBO’s House of the Dragon – and Olive, then 10, making her big-screen debut in Kenneth Branagh’s Oscar-winning film Belfast, two years ago, I’m curious to know how they both feel about their brood following in their footsteps? ‘I just want them to be happy and to be able to survive in the world,’ Georgia says. ‘So if acting is what they want to do…’

It helps that the industry feels fairer now in almost every way, they believe, and we segue into a discussion about inclusivity and ‘real representation’ in acting – meaning, for example, that only LGBTQ actors should play LGBTQ roles. Until we’re all caught up, David maintains, ‘you have to protect those spaces for actors who come from those communities’.

It also helps that the industry is a safer place for women now than it was 10 years ago, says Georgia. ‘Because it 

definitely is,’ she adds. ‘Things happened to me when I was younger that I now realise were not great, but at the time I thought it was all part of it – that I had to laugh them off. I’m talking about situations that made me feel uncomfortable,’ she explains. ‘Now I would be able to say so, but at the time the dialogue just wasn’t there. And I don’t think any of our kids would have to feel like that now. Even if they did, they would have the words and the people behind them to say: “that’s not OK”.’

David is currently filming the Disney+ series Rivals, based on Jilly Cooper’s famous bonkbuster, he tells me. ‘And there’s an “intimacy co-ordinator” on that because there’s quite a lot of shagging, so everyone’s being very appropriate and careful.’ 

But doesn’t it feel strange having your sex scenes ‘co-ordinated’? ‘Oh, it’s ludicrous.’ He grins. ‘Because it means you’re making the most intimate, private moments very compartmentalised and that there’s someone there asking the embarrassing questions nobody did historically – but that’s because you’re not doing these things with your actual partner. So that’s another thing that has got better over the years.’ He tilts his head to one side, narrows his eyes: ‘That said, there are still lots of reasons not to become an actor.’

This seems as good a place to end as any, and as the Tennants take me back through the garden to a side gate, Georgia tells her husband she’s ‘going for a manicure – and you have to come with me’. When I leave they’re still bickering gently, with David asking: ‘Why do I have to come?’ I don’t catch his wife’s reply, but I suspect it’s just because she really likes him.

#david tennant #georgia tennant #interview

[acerathia]

two birds || Act III

Summary:

Hanahaki: A disease stemming from bottling up romantic feelings, as these decide to grow inside the lungs and the blood system of the sick person, resulting in flowers. Thus the first symptoms are the coughing up of flower petals accompanied by pain and breathlessness, as the flower continues to grow as long as the affected does not confess their feelings. Alternatively, the growing flower can be removed via surgery, but it may affect the ill person’s ability to feel love in various forms. Or How do you react with falling in love with no real chance? Simple, a tragedy in five acts.

Wordcount: 2.5k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Obito Uchiha / Reader

Tags/CW:

features of a tragedy, hanahaki disease, childhood friends, some degree of isolation, No War AU,

Note:

Please note that I choose to not tag some stuff, as it contains heavy spoilers, proceed with caution and with the knowledge that everything is either connected to the tragedy aspect, or the hanahaki disease itself. i forgot, oops

Scene I. – YOU, feverish pillows, the marks of the days in old, where the prediction came true

The scene: Your home, the suffocating air filling your lungs, scratching your insides

The cough wracking your body has gotten worse overnight, even though the rest of your body doesn’t exhibit any symptoms of a cold, no fever, no chills, no headache. Just this immeasurable pain deep in your chest with each inhale, with each exhale. And every exertion leads to a paralyzing coughing fit. So you decide to stay home for the day, sending a message to the Hokage, even if he probably already anticipated that.

After sending the bird on its way, you settle in your living room, after picking a book from the shelf. One of your favorites. Your best friend had given you this edition as a birthday present, and since then it had been your prized possession. Everytime you read this book, you could also read his little comments on the side, his thoughts forever between your hands. And maybe you should’ve realized earlier how much he means to you, how much you cherish everything he ever gave you. Not that your reaction would have been any different, his feelings for Rin unwavering for years to count.

Another coughing fit grabs you, shakes you, You hack and rasp, trying to lodge whatever has gotten stuck in your throat out. After coughing for eternity, and yet only for minutes or seconds, the itch stops, something smooth gliding over your tongue. Carefully you stick your tongue out to grab it with your fingers. A petal. From a flower. And you turn it between your fingers, sticky, yet brilliant, wondering where it came from. You don’t remember swallowing a flower, much less a petal. But it certainly stems from your insides, the itch gone the moment it emerged.

Because you significantly feel better, you decide to visit the library. It surely has some books containing this issue. Because as much as you hope this is the only petal ever, it’s highly unlikely, your breath still heavy, full.

Still, getting rid of that one petal made you well enough for a walk to the library without losing breath. For some reason you don’t ask at the desk, rather you just make your way between the shelves, looking for the medicine section, anything related to that, as you’re assuming it’s some kind of flu.

Grabbing some books you sit down on a table and page through them, careful to not miss anything. Every time you finish a stack of books, you return them to their place to get more.

It took you a couple of hours to finally find something describing your weird cough.

Hanahaki: A disease stemming from bottling up romantic feelings, as these decide to grow inside the lungs and the blood system of the sick person, resulting in flowers. Thus the first symptoms are the coughing up of flower petals accompanied by pain and breathlessness, as the flower continues to grow as long as the affected does not confess their feelings. Alternatively, the growing flower can be removed via surgery, but it may affect the ill person’s ability to feel love in various forms.

You keep rereading that passage, words not quite registering in your brain. But once they do, you know what you’re supposed to do. What is expected of you. But you simply refuse these two options. How could you lose your love? What is the world without love? And it’s out of the question to just confess, as this would ruin whatever friendship you had been building for all these years. So that means…

Before you could even finish the thought, you notice a shadow lurking over your shoulder, and you continue to the next page of the book, acting like you’re just browsing in this thick encyclopedia of medicine. And appropriately you flinch when that person puts their hand on your shoulders, whipping around with a gasp. The exclamation fitting for the environment, yet expressive enough. You should be feeling bad for this act, but you don’t, it’s simple etiquette, play along.

The moment you lock eyes with Obito, you grin, and that’s barely an act, only the slight modification of it, a hiding game; how much could you conceal before anyone notices anything to be wrong?

You shut the book with a soft thud, putting it on top of the stack, allowing the book to hide between his brethren. Meanwhile, he had taken a seat opposite of you, leaning back in the too-small chair. A bright smile etched across his features, and you have to stop yourself from getting lost in them, rather focussing on a spot on his face.

You place your chin in your hand, resting on the table. “So, did you do it? Did you ask her out?” A knowing grin accompanies your question, the answer as clear as the window glass, as the sunlight shining on his dark hair, illuminating him like a halo.

Almost a thing of the impossible, his face brightens up, eyes squinting, yet sparkling with the enigmas of the universe. He nods. His shoulders shake with hidden laughter, happiness daring to spill over. Only the library silence keeps a hold of the bubbling excitement.

His breathy giggles underline his whispers. Telling you, explaining, detailing how it went. How he took her on a stroll, aimlessly walking through the market, or so she thought, until he led her to a small meadow of flowers, comparing her to the prettiest ones, pouring his heart into her hands, hope filling the emptiness. And that hope erupted into flames the moment she reciprocated his feelings; an exchange of hearts, a silent promise spoken outloud.

A kind of happiness you never could’ve given him, even if these words weren’t rotting on his tongue. This is something you have to keep to yourself, if only to keep the sun shine inside his eyes, to hear the bells inside his laughter.

And this knowledge alone makes your throat grate, this sight alone makes your heart cramp. A sight you’re undeserving to witness, as you’re not the one granting him this blessing. Never a blessing. The words you’ve been keeping inside are nothing but a curse, to you, to him, to the relationship between you. It makes everything rot. That’s why you have to keep it inside you, no matter what happens, you’re burying it deep in your lungs.

Despite your inner turmoil you grin, smile and coo at his behaviour, his giddiness contagious, filling you with a small amount of happiness, glad to see him thrive, to see him fulfil his wishes all on his own. And this spark flares the guilt up, because how selfish of you to think about your own predicament, about your own feelings, when your best friend is sharing the good news with you, all sunshine and breeze, galaxies filling his hopeful eyes, the future, their future as bright as the stars.

So you push them further down, promising to never utter a word, to never form a single thought in his presence. This way you could fully relish in his company, bathe in it, and simply concede.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so kitschy,” you tease and stick your tongue out in mock disgust. And you barely dodge as he leans in to flick you against the forehead.

His hand immediately retracts and ends up pinching your cheek, pulling slightly. You turn your head to bite him and he retracts his hand to keep his fingers safe.

“What else was I supposed to do? Someone refused to give me proper help…” he puffs and crosses his arms, muscles moving underneath that black material, stretching, telling you how they flex and move.

You clear your throat, before doing the motions of retching. “And why should I? That’s none of my business. Please, don’t tell me you want to consult me about your se-”

He had jumped forward, chair screeching against the floor as he hurries to push his hand against your mouth, muffling your next words, the redness of his neck spreading to his ears.

With a grin you don’t try to bite him this time, rather you just lick his palm, pressed against your lips, callouses against your skin, and he pulls it back, disgust etching itself on his features, and betrayal. And he tries to get rid of the spit by scrubbing his hand against the material of your shirt. A giggle escapes you as you deflect his hand, standing up to gain more room to move.

But before you both could actually start anything, the librarian stepped closer, yanking you both by the hand to stop you. Her harsh glare is more than a simple request, more like a warning. So you both hide your head between your shoulders and tiptoe out of the building, her eyes burning your backs all the way out.

Once a couple of steps away from the library, you can’t help but burst into a laughing fit. And he joins you soon after that. And for a moment there’s nothing but your laughter and the sun above your head. No heartache, no flowers, only you two in giddy misery.

And you wish desperately for it to never end. But every good thing must perish, wether by its own hands or by the choking fingers of someone else. Your fate must be a mix of them both, as before you could invite him to any activity with you, he already seems to have spotted something he liked, as he begins to walk away, barely a glance your way. And you don’t think anything by it, following him without questions, only slightly stumbling as you see the object of his desire.

Of course. And you get yanked back, the leash around your neck reminding you of your place. Never by his side, only behind, in her shadows, catching the bouquet and nothing else. Despite that reminder, you don’t change your attitude towards any of them, why should you? They don’t deserve pain, only because you decide to keep your misery inside of you, to tend to it like a flower, crawling up your spine.

You immediately pounce on Rin, grabbing her arm. “Rin! He got us kicked out of the library,” you whine with an exaggerated pout, well-aware he can’t defend himself or he would risk your rather risqué conversation being brought up.

That’s why he stammers, mouth falling open and shutting again, before adopting a tiny pout himself and shooting daggers your way. And you send him a sly grin before sticking your tongue out and walking with Rin to wherever the way is leading you. He immediately sticks to her other side, acting sneaky when he takes her hand in his, fingers carefully placed between each other.

You tear your gaze away, trying to ignore the caving in your chest, the way your body craves the same softness and carefulness, the silent touches. You swallow the grating in your throat, before marching in front of them, as you have reached the market, marvelling over the new produce and even buying a shiny red apple. As usual Obito asks you to buy him one too, but as usual you refuse, claiming you don’t want to spend any money on him.

“I’m not your sugar mommy, wahh–” He cuts you off by trying to snatch the apple out of your hand, and you barely manage to dodge him. You know holding the apple into the air won’t do any good, so you begin to back off, moving as unpredictable as possible, calculating your chances to escape and deciding on a high possibility. That is until your back bumped against a wall, and your movements restricted suddenly.

Despite that you continue to dodge his grabs, keeping the apple out of his reach. But you didn’t expect him to grab your arms, holding them to just bite into the fruit, taking a rather big bite.

“What are you doing? This is disgusting,” you sneer, a scandalized expression forming on your face.

He lets go of you, making a peace sign while munching with a grin. And you just throw the fruit at his face, it hitting his forehead with a strong sound.

“Damn, that resounded. I guess your skull is empty after all,” you remark with a snort. Your sneer softens a bit when seeing his pout as he’s rubbing his hurt forehead. It gives you the urge to pinch his cheeks, but you refrain. It’s not the same after all. So you only bump into his shoulder as you walk past. And you can’t help but cough into your palm once you took a couple of steps away, the itch growing stronger with each minute. But it doesn’t feel like you’re gonna cough something up yet, so you try to alleviate the grating with a cough, a cool drink from one of the stalls.

“Hey! That was mean, I just wanted to have some,” he complains against your back, as he walks back to a giggly Rin, having watched the scene with amusement. Both of them join you for a cool drink, the juice colorful under the rays of the sun, and cooling of course, soothing your burning insides with a single sip.

While you’re taking a gulp every time you even feel a tickle at the back of your throat, you watch as the two tried each others drinks, a silent conversation flowing between them. And you’re no idiot, even if you like to act like one, you know when you’re supposed to be leaving, when your presence is undesirable, even if words try to deny it.

So you allow the itch to catch up to you, sending you a coughing fit as a present. “Oh, I think I’m gonna be sick… Sorry, but I need to go home and lay down,” you rasp, holding your hand to your forehead, grimacing with the pain flaring between your ribs, even if because of different reasons than they might think.

Rin offers to heal you, to help you, but you refuse, too scared she might discover the real reason behind your ailment. You reason with her, why should she use her chakra for something that can be fixed easily with a good night’s sleep? And maybe you lightheartetly threaten to refuse anything she might offer in the future, before she caves in and just hugs you tightly, explaining the ideal ways to get rid of a cold.

Your best friend is propping his hands on his hips, on the verge of scolding you about going out in the first place if you’re sick, but you pout a bit and open your arms, making grabbing movements to ask for a hug. He just sighs and envelops you. His arms tight around you, and stop yourself from pressing yourself closer than a hug need, even if you wish you could bury yourself between his arms, in his neck. But you do nothing of the sort, rather you break the hug on your own volitions, already craving his warmth.

With a wave you begin your walk home. As soon as you know you’re out of their radius, you keel over, your lungs turning inside out, retching and hacking. This time you don’t even make an effort to pick the petals from the ground, letting them rot outside like they’re doing inside.

#obito x reader #obito x you #obito x yn #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x you #obito uchiha x yn #uchiha obito x reader #uchiha obito x you #uchiha obito x yn #uchiha x reader

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 24

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly's days are becoming more difficult to bear.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: just sad. again. prison arc!

words: 1k

a/n: i know chapters have been shorter but I like shorter chapters! plus i wanted to show the passage of time!

Molly sat beside Diana on a weathered wooden bench in the park, surrounded by the early hints of spring. The trees were still bare, their branches reaching up toward the pale blue sky, but the promise of new life lingered in the crisp air.

"Diana," Molly began softly, "I wanted to talk to you about Spencer."

Diana turned to her, her eyes clouded with confusion. "Spencer?"

Molly nodded, her heart aching at the reminder of Diana's struggle with Alzheimer's. "Yes, Spencer is your son. He's the one I write letters to every day."

Diana's brow furrowed in concentration as she searched her memory. "Spencer... Yes! He's the one who used to play in this park when he was a little boy."

Tears pricked at the corners of Molly's eyes as she listened to Diana's words. Despite the fog of her illness, there were still moments of clarity when she could recall memories from the past. It was both a blessing and a curse, a painful reminder of everything they had lost.

"Yes, that's right," Molly said, her voice catching in her throat. "Spencer loved this park. He used to run around these trees pretending he was a cowboy."

Diana smiled at the memory, her eyes lighting up with a spark of recognition. "He always had such an adventurous spirit, didn't he?"

Molly nodded, her heart swelling with love for both Spencer and Diana. "Yes, he did. And he still does, in his own way."

As they sat together in the park, surrounded by the quiet beauty of nature, Molly realized that some things were beyond her control. She couldn't change the course of Diana's illness or make her remember Spencer as he once was. All she could do was cherish the moments they had together, however fleeting they may be.

With a heavy heart, Molly leaned into Diana's side, seeking solace in the warmth of her presence. And as they watched the sunlight filter through the branches overhead, she silently vowed to keep Spencer's memory alive, even if only in her own heart.

...................................

In the depths of her solitude, Molly found herself engulfed by a suffocating sense of helplessness, the weight of Spencer's absence pressing down on her like an anchor dragging her into the depths of despair. 

Each passing day stretched on endlessly, a relentless reminder of the void left behind by his absence, and as the weeks turned into months, she felt herself sinking deeper into the abyss of loneliness.

Every moment without him felt like an eternity, each passing day a cruel testament to the life they once shared. 

She longed for his comforting presence, for the warmth of his embrace and the reassuring sound of his voice. But amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf her, Molly found solace in the presence of Diana.

Yet, even as she found refuge in Diana's company, she couldn't shake the gnawing ache of longing that consumed her soul. 

Every glance at Diana served as a painful reminder of Spencer, a cruel twist of fate that left her heartache raw and unyielding. She found herself retreating further into herself, building walls around her heart to shield herself from the pain of her loss, yet no matter how hard she tried to bury her emotions, they lingered beneath the surface.

The days blurred together in a haze of sorrow and longing, each moment overshadowed by the specter of what could have been. She yearned for the simple pleasures they once shared, for the laughter and joy that filled their days before tragedy struck. 

Yet, no matter how hard she tried to recapture the past, it remained forever out of reach, a distant memory slowly fading into the recesses of her mind.

Despite the darkness that threatened to consume her, Molly clung to the fragile thread of hope that remained. 

She prayed for Spencer's safety, for his swift return to her side. She longed for the day when they would be reunited, when she could hold him in her arms once more.

But until that day came, Molly found herself trapped in a limbo of despair, a prisoner of her own longing. She knew she had to be strong, for Diana's sake if not her own, but the weight of her sorrow threatened to crush her beneath its relentless tide.

The weight of unspoken secrets bore down heavily on Molly's shoulders, adding an extra layer of anguish to her already burdened soul. 

As she grappled with the depths of her despair, a chilling realization took hold: there were things she couldn't share with Spencer, things too dark and painful to utter aloud.

Each day, as she sat down to pen her daily letters to Spencer, the weight of those unspoken truths hung heavy in the air. How could she bring herself to confess the unspeakable horrors that had befallen her in his absence? How could she burden him with the weight of her suffering when he was already enduring so much?

The thought of telling Spencer filled Molly with a profound sense of dread, a gnawing ache that twisted her insides with every passing moment. 

How could she look him in the eye and tell him of the nightmares that haunted her sleep, of the darkness that threatened to engulf her every waking moment? How could she bear the weight of his disappointment, his anguish, his pain?

And so, she remained silent, burying her secrets deep within the recesses of her soul, hoping against hope that Spencer would never have to bear the burden of her suffering. 

Yet, even as she clung to the fragile illusion of normalcy, the truth lingered.

But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Molly found herself sinking deeper. 

And with each passing moment, the thought of telling Spencer grew more distant, more unattainable, until it seemed as though it would remain forever out of reach.

Yet, even as she struggled to find the words to convey the depths of her suffering, Molly clung to the hope that one day, somehow, she would find the courage to speak her truth. Until then, she would carry it with her, a silent burden that weighed heavy on her heart, casting a shadow over her every thought and deed.

#keep holding on #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid angst

[vellichorom]

Goreguts / your Stanarrator headcanons pls?

oh MAN where do I begin,

so Officially, thierry's gay & rosemary is bisexual. HOWEVER, they are both lesbian women. & actually, also gay men. & also a secret third thing. just so you know 💕

thierry has had feelings for rosemary since THE beginning; prior to them really knowing each other, prior to it coming to light rosemary was NOT stanley & kept virtually unknown for the longest time even afterward. he's extremely embarrassed about this fact.

thierry cherishes their relationship on a more down-to-earth, " face-value " level; living in the now of it, living for it, looking at it like the best & most important time of his life thus far, & seeing the relationship for what it is - like a precious gift in his hands, & savoring every moment they're together; whereas, rosemary cherishes it a bit more spiritually - like a chance of fate, written in the stars, dwelling on every choice that's lead them to now, daydreaming of the intimacy of their eventual assumed deaths & decaying together, believing past the flesh & boundaries of anything that their love will persist forever. made humble by the idea of a mortal concept that needs to be savored for everything it is vs we are beyond our bodies & will continue on past them, through the heavens, through every alternative universe & timeline. we are now everything,

they are OBSESSED with each other, in every good & bad way. this flusters thierry SO much, never having loved another quite like he loves rosemary & finding it strange- just because he thinks he'll be judged for it by. someone, on the other hand, rosemary wholly lives by & embraces her endless, unconditional love near shamelessly. this kills the thierry

not knowing where the other is for a long time / not being without the other for awhile period is liable to cause them physical illness / mental distress for no other reason but separation anxiety. rosemary is susceptible to her more intrusive, harmful thoughts & thierry's liable to an otherwise physically impossible for him to feel sickness.

🐻/🐰 <- these are the goreguts animals;

🐺/🐰 <- these are also the goreguts animals;

on a MUCH lighter note, rosemary, well-beloved, ever-cultured, & mostly well-rounded rosemary introduces that man to a lot more slice of life than he's ever experienced - such as celebrating holidays, eating delicious meals, having simple, intimate moments with each other, such & such more generic human & familial pleasures that thierry- not being human nor in an environmental situation to do so, wouldn't get to experience / would find tedious otherwise.

the memory zone has been expanded upon from canon - quite heavily, with secret rooms & artifacts dedicated to rosemary, as well as the outside environment built upon to give her more room to run around & experience nature again. ( the freedom ending area has ALSO been given this treatment )

fun fact! they are each other's exact type,

autumn freaks; they love autumn SO much. they are so autistic about autumn, the aesthetic of it, the changing of the seasons, & that god damn STARBUCKS AUTUMN LINEUP THEY ARE SO AUTISTIC ABOUT AUTUMN

also autism 4 autism 💖

&- because this post is already getting pretty long, i'll finish it off with something more... goregutted; that being,

vivisecting & cannibalizing the other is one of their FAVORITE dating activities ~

having said that, i now must encourage my dearest @tomiechu to add on ~ stay tuned for part two maybe!

#anonymous #inbox #GoreGuts #TSP blogging #Thierry tag #Rosemary tag #// ask to tag #they are. so insane #ALSO I HAVE PLENTY MORE CANON TO SHARE ABOUT THEM FOREVER but this is so long already #this seems like a good starting point if nothing else #a little touch on all the basics i suppose

[craycraybluejay]

I know I am a sick person all over because everything always hurts and somehow I'm in love with the horror of protecting you. And the eternal wish that there is something as wrong with you as there is with me. For you to hurt me for every time I failed to protect you. For you to enjoy my hurt as I would yours. To smile at me like I am the only person in the entire world even as I fade to nothing. To put small fingers inside my throat and scratch it like an illness. Like swallowing glass. And laugh the whole way through as I struggle through blood to laugh with you. The desire to burn my sickness into you if by some miracle you are different, if by some cruel blessing I am really the only one like me. To bury you alive inside my love so that no matter what it will remain past the death of the sun. It's quiet and then it's loud. Something wrong with me. No one at all knows. I make myself sicker with my fixations. I am not capable of making any of it stop. Only of tucking myself away in a small dark corner like a diseased secret. Maybe I put too much value to things, even those that are altogether inconsequential. Too much romance and sentimentality to things that simply Are. All of the cosmos is unfeeling chaos, all of the humans are feeling order, I inherit the worst of both. Everything feels like a strange, heavy nightmare. Time is fast and slow. The sensation is of a subconscious eternally screaming for me to WAKE UP, that my head is hot enough to explode and my body is wasting away-- except there is nothing else to wake up to. Life is story after story and moments of thrilling clarity. And you.

I crave so badly to earnestly write you as a freakshow. I want to grab you and run you-- all clinging to my back and bothering me with questions of what all this is-- right into my world. Hold you out above the mountain like the Lion King and thank the stars for your existence. Initiate you into a madness that is mine, and only mine. Watch you turn in my time into a being in my space. But I know in truth it's a game of burdensome waiting. That I have to play my role forever if I must and simply wait for you to wander here. That in order to hold and cherish you in both my world and this other one I must wait for you to slither up my brainstem yourself-- as a being and not a thought. To leap into my arms a billion times until the atoms do something truly bizarre. I don't allow my hands on your wheel, but I enjoy sitting there and watching as we crash into trees and fly headlong off cliffs. It is more fun than smooth sailing. More real. You manage to shock me when nothing truly phases me anymore. Reach me in a place where I am all alone. I can't push you I can't pull you I can't weave your stories together with mine alone but I will happily take your hand and lead you through the beautiful surrealities when you offer yours first.

#waxing poetic #journal #delete later #this is private but considering no one can decipher what im saying even when i purposely try to talk in a way that appeals to others #which im not doing here because this is for me and mine #im not particularly worried #even the people i love could not understand a word of this in its context the way it is meant to me #it is like i am in an infinite thick mud behind thicker glass and nothing can see me or touch me #my writing #an exercise in honesty #i will read these silly little notes to you if and when you are ready for them-- sing them even #and if not. well. i will stay loyal and content beside you until i die and after too #i want a will where you keep me on your skin. a necklace or a piercing or even under your skin #press me into something you'd like to keep and wear me until you too return to stardust #and promise me you'll never take me off. not when you shower or sleep or get married or die. #promise me i will remain with you until our remains end together. if not i'll haunt your stupid ass