#leaving me hanging like that unsure and forever wondering

[ditttiii]

I've interacted with you many times. It's not my fault that you don't remember me. Too busy learning all about Staphylococcus and what not I suppose. Tell me love, have you graduated yet?

thats fair i have been away from tumblr for so long and been just so out of it in general its entirely plausible my memory is being stupid but lmaoooo staph goddamn r u a med person too? cmon now u v gotta give me some hint i feel like u might actually know me irl at this point. because as it stands i amm studying microbio and i finished reading staph not too long ago. very jinxie u noonie. and ah no sadly alas much to my misery i have not graduated yet. it ll take me umm 2 more years? aye

#u lowkey highkey give me katherine vibes if you know who i m talking about because if u r her then u prolly know? but if not #consider me deranged and ignore said guess because i love you regardless and i m highkey soft u remembered what i was majoring in #but beeeee 😭 i feel a little (LOT) bad about being a forgetful dickhead so gimme something to go by or i ll die wondering who u were #which would be a pretry excellent revenge #leaving me hanging like that unsure and forever wondering #but i bed ur mercy m'lord 🙇🏻‍♀️ #beg #wouldnt mind bed either *winkwinkwink* #..... #no actuallyi disturb me sometimes #ilyyyy tho #ditttiii asks #mystery anon

[lou-struck]

In The Middle of the Night Pt 3

Part 3 Featuring: Barbatos, Diavolo, Simeon, and Solomon

Part 1, 2

-After falling asleep in their arms, you realize that they don't want to let you go.

Barbatos~

An all powerful demon like Barbatos never seems to have a moment of weakness. Every day he works through his seemingly endless list of tasks for the Young Lord with a pleasant smile on his face as he overcomes impossible feats as if they were nothing but house work to him.

But as you share the bed with him, you notice that the day does take a toll on him. His usual composure can falter behind closed door and he allows himself to sink into a very deep sleep. 

He holds you tightly, never hurting you. It’s almost as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, the special thing in his arms will leave him forever.

you almost feel bad having to get up to get yourself a glass of water. But it’s necessary.

Through careful shifting you were able to slip away from the Butler’s arms. Immediately you see his brow furrow and his arms stretch out on the bed trying to find you.

Gently you cup his face and whisper to the waking Demon that you are just fetching yourself a glass of water and that you’ll be back very  soon.

His brilliantly beautiful green eyes shoot open and he nuzzles into your touch with a silly smile. 

“You… have a request?” He mumbles “ why didn’t you tell me, I can fetch it for you my dear.” 

He starts to get up from the bed and you have to gently coax him back underneath the sheets with the promise that you’ll be back in a minute. You don’t leave until his head is back against the pillow.

Diavolo~

There is no safer place to sleep in the Devildom than the arms of it’s prince. He is so powerful, not even bad dreams dare approach you. 

But his embrace is strong,  warm, and comfortable. 

Too strong…

Thinking back to dinner, you remember how much Demonius you had drank. Since it is juice to you, the only thing you thought you had to worry about was possible sugar high. But you were wrong.

You had to go to the bathroom, very very badly. You try to squirm your way out of Diavolo’s hold with no success. He still holds you as if you were his own personal teddy bear.

With a sigh, you shake him awake with as much strength as you have. At first you’re worried, he is such a heavy sleeper, and such a strong demon that you are unsure if you are able to wake him up at all.

But his eyes eventually crack open and he looks at you with concern.

“Mc, my darling. Is something the matter?” he asks, sitting the two of you up in his massive bed.

You explain to him that you just have to go to the bathroom, but you couldn’t get out of his arms. His cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and he hangs his head to apologize.

“ i’m sorry, I shouldn’t hold you so tight. I’d hate to ever cause you discomfort.”

You feel so bad, but you assure him that it’s just that you had too much to drink and you will be right back after you complete your business.

He gives you a warm smile and sits up in bed until you come back, his arms ready to once again find the rightful place around you.

Simeon~

A nightmare pulls you from your slumber cruelly. .

It makes your breath hitch as you jolt awake.

For a moment, you wonder if your movements have awakened Simeon. Although he’s right next to you in the bed, the two of you aren’t holding each other like you usually do. 

He feels far too far away for your comfort. 

If he were awake, he would agree.

Glancing over at The sleeping angel next to you, you’re almost glad that your little nightmare pulled you from your slumber.

Simeon’s angelic features are 10 times more alluring in the moonlight that reflects off of his Silk pillowcases. You find yourself staring at him and adoration and you gently raise your hand to brush a strand of his hair from his handsome face.

Before you make contact, his hand shoots up and grabs your wrist. His eyes shoot open as he scans the room. But when they land on you he smiles.

“Have you been staring at me long My Love?” He teases bringing your captured wrist to his lips placing gentle kisses on his knuckle.

It’s enough to Fluster you in your tired state. Your skin heats up and you have to tear your eyes away from the beautiful being next to you. To tell him that you  had woken up and found yourself unable to go back to sleep.

His chest heaves and laughter as he pulls you into his arms. “You are just too cute, MC. How about I help you fall back asleep?”

You nod he begins to hum some sort of lullaby. It’s familiar and beautiful and you already feel yourself relaxing deeper in his hold.

Just as you drift off you feel the light touch of his lips on your forehead as you sleep through the night.

Solomon~

Your magic training lessons with Solomon can go pretty late. It isn’t uncommon that you decide to stay with him instead of taking the walk back to the House of Lamination.

One thing you have learned from spending nights in Solomon's arms is that the Sorcerer is a bit of a sleep talker.

Sometimes he murmurs harmless enchantments that fill the room with multicolored bubbles or flower petals. you never have to worry about him casting something dangerous though, he made sure to fix that problem years ago.

Tonight, you were pulled from your sleep by a bright light that shines over your face. Tearing your eyes open you are shocked to see an enchanted river of light flowing above the bed. It looks almost like the northern lights. Colors blending and fading before being replaced with another equally as beautiful.

All the while Solomon sleeps, unaware of the beauty that he has created. 

Gently you shake him awake. He blinks away in his sleep being able to catch the last of the lights before they fade away. 

“Heh,” he laughs embarrassedly. “ I did it again, didn’t I?“.

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me #Simeon x reader #solomon x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon #x reader

[spacexseven]

god reader telling fyodor that ranpo will beat his ass any day now i wanna make him sob and wail

quick drabble here non!!! pls excuse the poor editing im exhausted :<<

note: fyodor calls reader 'my lord'

"you have to stop pursuing the detective agency," you've practiced these words in your head, realizing the only way to gain control of your situation was by playing into the role you were assigned, taking the reins that fyodor had offered, "i will make sure that they won't stand in our way."

fyodor freezes, but not in the usual manner when you could tell it was because he was mesmerized by what he called your divine light—this was out of something akin to shock. you had never called out to him on your own accord, never spoken while he kneeled in his daily prayers, but it was fruitless to keep it that way any longer.

"if that is what you wish…" he pauses, an uneasy sensation filling the room, "forgive me, my lord, but may i know why?"

for a moment, anger flashes in you. you think of all you've lost because of his foolish beliefs and your rage boils—is this what he kept you here for, calling you a god—his god? was it only to use you as an excuse? if he truly believed in his own claims, why would you have to explain anything?

wasn't he the one who should be apologizing?

"i do not mean to question your judgement," he says, unsettled by your silence, "it's…you have never shown any interest in those who have been sacrificed for you, my lord. i was merely…curious."

for once, he sounds unsure of himself, and you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction in watching him squirm. deep down, you wonder if he's won already seeing how easily you've been taking to the role he thrust upon you.

"why should i have to explain myself to you?"

his eyes widen, though your voice was not any louder than it had been all along. maybe it was the unfamiliar tinge of anger in your tone, the way you uttered the words like it was the most obvious thing in the world—like he was the fool for daring to question you.

"forgive my foolishness," he whispers, "your humble servant is forever in need of your guidance and wisdom."

"you cannot compare to the detective," you finally say, hoping he'll finally accept your decision, "he will destroy all you've worked for if you pursue them any longer."

something akin to betrayal shines in fyodor's eyes, "…the one without an ability?"

"he does not need an ability to surpass you. all he needs is a reason," you glare at the crouched figure, "one you've already started to give with your reckless actions. leave him be. i will see to it that your actions will not hinder us any longer."

fyodor's head hangs low, lower than before, out of what you suspect is shame and distress.

"forgive me," he echoes softly, "forgive my insolence. you are all-knowing, and i only wished to be of use to you, to become someone worthy of your grace. my impertinent suggestions have burdened you. i only pray that you will show me mercy, and continue to guide your foolish servant."

he again lowers himself in whispered prayer, and you tell yourself to look away. to know that he was undeserving of even the slightest acknowledgment would serve as the greatest punishment.

#yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs ff #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #god reader 🐟 #fyodor x god reader #bsd x reader #bsd x you #ask 🐟 #anon 🐟 #drabble 🐟 #bsd 🐟 #fyodor 🐟

[mintmatcha]

Despite everything, Nanami still remembers your number.

The blood loss has his fingers quivering as he taps the keyboard, but it also gives him clarity. He sits, nestled in an alley away from the danger, one arm crooked around himself to compress the cut he refuses to look at, and the line rings. Once, twice, three times-

"Hello?" your voice is crackled with static. The sound of it, so familiar and yet so strange, hurts almost as much as the actual wound in his side. He sucks in a breath at the impact, unsure. Maybe the concussion made him stupid, maybe the fear made him nostalgic-

"Hellooo?" you repeat, "I hear you breathing, who is this-"

"It's me."

"Kento."

The fact you recognize his voice from two simple words fills him with a sickening pang of longing, fills him with the dread and love and a twisted, insane concoctionof emotions he can't quite place. His eyes close as he focuses on the sound our your voice and tries to picture how your lips curl to form each word. He used to be able to picture it perfectly, but now the memory is hazy. He can barely hold on to the image of your smile, the turn of your lips.

Down the way, out of eyesight, Gojo laughs. Something crashes. The day gets blurrier and his shirt gets wetter.

"I- I thought we agreed you wouldn't call anymore." you whisper, no anger in your voice.

"I know. I know." Nanami replies, the hint of a laugh in his voice, "I just- work has been killing me, darling."

You'd hate the double meaning in that statement, if you could ever understand it. The sorcerer world was, and forever will be, out of your grasp, and he was always thankful for that.

Until it was the reason he had to go.

"I'm not your darling anymore. We've talked about this."

"I know, I'm sorry. Forgive me." he pulls himself back to reality. His side throbs for attention, the dull ache growing sharp. "I- I needed to hear your voice. I'm sorry."

"Have you been drinking?" Worry laces every word, right under the annoyance, "You're slurring your words."

"No." The accusation stings. "I don't do that anymore, I told you."

Your silence rings through his skull. You don't believe him and he doesn't blame you. It wouldn't be the first time he's dialed you after a couple drinks too many.

"I just-" Nanami's voice cracks. A strange, hot dryness is building in his throat, eating away at the corners of his mind. "I wanted to say I'm sorry about how things ended. Every day I wish I could explain to you why I had to leave- what I'm really doing out here, but- you know those years, they were- they were so much to me- maybe everything, I wouldn't have left if I didn't have to-"

A gurgling sound on your side of the linecuts him off, followed by the short, high sounds of a baby right before it cries. It's a sharp reminder that time has passed, that you have done the one thing Nanami could never bring himself to do:

Move on.

"Sh, sh, honey." Your voice is slightly farther away now, cooing to your child. He can't help but wonder what it looks like- if it has your eyes, if it will one day have your laugh.

He's seen the father in your Facebook pictures; a nice, normal man, Nanami resents him more than anything.

Does he know what he has? Does he cherish you like you deserve? Does he kiss your cheek every night after work like Nanami used to?

"You know what?" Nanami grunts as he forces himself to sit up. The movement makes his head spin and stars flicker across his vision. "I lied. I have been drinking, I'm sorry. Forget I called."

"Kento-" your voice is suddenly close again, "What's wrong?"

"Thanks for everything, darling."

"Please don't hang up-"

He hits end.

The fighting behind Nanami has come to an end. He doubts he'll actually die this time, his comrades will find him any minute now, but... if he did, he'd be okay with those being his last words.

#content.cold

[intimidating-fettuccine]

I don't even know if I'm allowed to request something like this since he's technically not a main character in your blog… but I guess we'll see!! Based on that one anon’s request asking Candy’s Dark Side to hang out and if he'd go… could we ask him out on a (platonic or romantic. Or in the middle) date?? 🤭 Either to dinner, a walk around town, or just inviting him outside to watch the stars with him, or something he'd enjoy. It could be anything really. (you can choose how long they've known each other). Hope the request gets through to ya. (scenario or hc, doesn't have to be long either, whichever is easier :))

god this took forever

You can request stuff with Night Terrors! ^^ It's like asking for something Sully specific, or Masky/Hoodie. I'm very happy to write for him, and I hope you enjoy :)

I wrote this assuming Y/N has been with Candy for a while, and Terrors is starting to become infatuated with them. You told me it didn't have to be long but, uh... I couldn't help myself.

When you ask him to accompany you on a date, specifically HIM, he's surprised, and if anything a little flustered. He's witnessed all of your affection for Candy since you two started dating, and while at first, he had no interest in it himself, he's found himself longing for the same types of attention, he just never expected to be given a chance to experience it himself. He finds himself hesitating, but the longer you look up at him with those adorable pleading eyes, he finds he truly can't refuse you. He agrees to accompany you wherever you think would be best, and he's a bit alarmed at how excited that makes you, confused at how you could be so excited to spend time with him of all people, but he decides to just let you take charge as he's never exactly been on a date before.

You take him out on a crisp but warm night, knowing he's not one for being around large groups in the public eye, and take him to one of your favorite restaurants in the Underworld. It's casual enough that the two of you can relax in peace but nice enough that the food has a more high-class feel to it. Terrors sits across from you a bit awkwardly, legs crossed and hands clasped on the table, unsure of how to conduct himself on one such occasion as this, and you can sense his anxiety even if he's not voicing it. You begin making conversation with him to relax the atmosphere, and as you converse with him, asking him a bunch of questions and answering any he asks you in turn, he finds himself growing more content in the situation, relaxing his posture and opening up more. Once the food is brought out he's truly enjoying himself, as it's much more delicious than he was expecting, and when you gush in excitement, explaining that's why you love coming here, he finds himself smiling at you endearingly, letting out a few chuckles at how adorable you can be. He finds it endlessly amusing that someone as sweet as you wants to grow closer to a man like him, but he's not complaining.

By the time you finish eating, he's fully relaxed and content, becoming the most casual he's ever been in your company, something that's honestly a bit shocking to both of you. You offer to pay for the meal, as you invited him, but he refuses sternly, saying that he's more than happy to cover it, especially considering how wonderful you're making the experience. When you ask if he'd like to accompany you for a walk as you begin to leave, he agrees readily to the idea. He holds the door for you like a gentleman as you leave, holding out his arm for you to hold as the two of you walk together. As you cling to him happily, escorting him around town, he finds himself looking down at you affectionately, a smile resting upon his lips. He's never experienced something like this before, having never cared about relationships before his fusion with Candy, and he must admit it is quite nice. Perhaps it's because he's seen you and Candy go on so many dates, or just because of how cared for you make him feel, but it feels quite natural to be out with you like this. As you continue to walk, you find yourselves resting on a bride, a river flowing peacefully below it. 

As you turn and look up at the stars, Terrors finds his eyes still trained on you. You say that the sky is gorgeous tonight, and he responds that any sky in the world pales in comparison to your beauty, something that flusters both of you, but he means it wholeheartedly. He brushes one of his hands across your cheek, moving it to hold the back of your head as you gaze up at him, and he finds himself leaning down as you move upwards. Your lips make contact with his, and he has to hold back the noise he wants to let escape at how nice it feels. As you separate, he runs his fingers over his lips, blinking at you as he processes his first kiss, telling you it felt wonderful. When you cheekily smile at him, asking him if he'd like another one, he can't hold back the laughter that booms out of him as he scoops you up into his arms, pressing another kiss to your lips as he cradles you. Standing below the shining stars of the Underworld, Terrors feels a deep affection and happiness blooming inside of him that he never thought he'd ever experience. Perhaps sharing his life with Candy wasn't as bad as he thought if it could bring him blessings like this.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #candy pop #candy pop x reader #candy pop headcanons #candy pop headcanon

[eddies-ashtray]

eddie cheats pt 1

***

“you know eddie’s gonna be there too, right?”

“i know,” you reply flatly, fixing your hair in the mirror above your vanity.

in the mirror, robin’s face comes into view as she sits on your bed behind you. you can tell she’s assessing you, looking you over to see for herself if you’re actually as okay with eddie’s presence at steve’s party as you’re pretending to be.

dropping your hands from your hair, you pin her with a look in the mirror before turning around in the chair so you’re finally eye-to-eye.

“don’t give me that look. i’m fine, rob, really,” you assure, standing from your seat at the vanity and grabbing your bag from where it hangs on the back of your bedroom door.

“what look?” robin asks innocently. she’s a terrible liar.

shouldering your bag, you turn to face her again, clarifying, “the apprehensive one like i might burst into tears at any second.”

“what-! i-i wasn’t. i was just…admiring your hair.”

again: terrible liar. you give her a deadpan expression and she crumbles.

“fine, i’m worried about you, okay? you cried over him for like three months. he hurt you. so i’m entitled to a little worrying,” she says, no longer masking her worry.

you sigh. you don’t need to be reminded how pathetically long you mourned the breakup.

“i’ll be fine, i’m over it. it’s been long enough now. i can’t avoid him forever,” you say. much like robin, you are also lying, but you’re only doing so to try to convince yourself that you really are fine. maybe if you keep saying it out loud it’ll become true. maybe it won’t hurt to see him.

except it does hurt. the second you and robin step foot into steve’s giant house, you hear eddie’s laugh. then you see him in the living room, arm draped over her shoulder; her perfect blond hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders. at least she’s not wearing that stupid green scrunchie.

robin leans in close to whisper, “you okay?” as you both walk deeper into the house, past the living room and into the kitchen at the back of the house.

you don’t think you can speak. you might cry if you say anything, so you just nod, try to take deep breaths. you didn’t think it would hurt so bad.

so, you get to work numbing the pain with alcohol; grabbing the first beer you see and drinking the entire bottle until nothing is left. then you start another.

this isn’t like you at all; you hate drinking, but you feel like you had when eddie had come home late, crying, telling you how sorry and how stupid he was. that it meant nothing. but it had. it’s clear now that it had. you knew about them of course. you heard shortly after the breakup. but you’d never seen them together. it felt so fresh all of the sudden.

“woah, okay, why don’t you slow down?” robin suggests, grabbing the bottle from you. then, levelling you with a more serious expression, “do you wanna leave? seriously, we can leave right now.”

you consider it for only a short moment. but you’re too stubborn. he needs to see you here, to see that you aren’t as fucked up about this as you feel.

“no. i wanna stay,” you decide and grab another bottle of beer.

robin looks unsure. you think she might pull you out the door any second, but she doesn’t. just nods and takes a sip of the beer she’d stolen from you. “but i’m staying with you all night, okay? i don’t want you to be alone.”

that plan goes out the window about an hour and another couple beers later when steve enthusiastically pulls robin from the kitchen. she tries to resist, telling him she wants to stay here with you, but you insist that she goes. you don’t want to be babysat all night. she relents.

you’re definitely a little sloppy at this point; a lightweight for sure, feeling pleasantly buzzed and loose-lipped. but the alcohol has done nothing to numb the pain. and now that robin’s no longer a distraction, you feel miserable as ever left alone with your thoughts.

you briefly wonder where eddie is. has he left with her? is he kissing chrissy cunningham in his van?

the second you wonder where he is, he appears. you’d seen him when you walked in, but hadn’t gotten a good look at him. in fact, you hadn’t seen him in months. not since the breakup. of course he looks as gorgeous as ever; long, dark hair waterfalling over his shoulders, chunky rings glinting in the soft glow of the kitchen lights, warm brown eyes so dark you could cry just by looking into them.

“oh. hi,” eddie says, eyes meeting yours for the first time in three months. but yours quickly flit down to the green scrunchie that sits snug against his wrist. when he walked in, you felt yourself soften for a moment, heart swooning at the sight of him. but that scrunchie. her scrunchie. you think you might be sick from the sight alone.

you have to bite your tongue and the inside of your cheek so you don’t start screaming or crying or throwing things or all of the above.

“h-how are you?” eddie asks tentatively. while he’s probably good intentioned, you feel yourself burn with anger and sadness. how could he ask you that? after kissing perfect chrissy cunningham. after breaking your heart. you thought he was the love of your life; you’d never loved anyone so much before. what were you even supposed to say to that? what did he expect you to say to that?

“fuck you,” you spit at him before storming out of the kitchen and out the back door.

no one else is out here, the late fall nip in the air a little more than a nip when you’re out with no jacket to cover your bare arms.

falling into one of the chairs by the pool, your shoulders slump and you bury your head in your hands as the tears start to fall. your face is probably puffy and tear stained, but you don’t care. you just feel so humiliated and stupid and alone and drunk.

you jump when a hand touches your shoulder. when you turn and look up to see who the intruder on your pity-party is, your feeling of humiliation increases tenfold at the sight of eddie who takes a seat on the pool chair across from you.

“i’m sorry. i was just-” he begins. but he doesn’t get to talk now. he’d had a lot to say the night you broke up; lame apologies, awful excuses. in an instant, he was a different person. you never thought he’d do something like that to you and the hurt and betrayal consumed you. you couldn’t speak. you’d just listened and left without a word. you were in shock. but now he’s here in front of you and you feel like shit and have felt like shit for three months and want him to know that. you need him to know how awful you feel. all because of him.

“i think about you everyd-day,” you start, shocking him into silence. his brows furrow and he’s about to continue with what he was saying, but you don’t let him. “i think about you kissing her. and i hope to god that you th-think of me when you kiss her. and i hope you feel bad about what you did all the t-time,” you slur and hiccup your way through the words.

it’s just the truth; the humiliating, desperate truth. because no matter the hurt and the pain he’s caused, you still find yourself wanting him and hope that some part of him still wants you too. even though you know he doesn’t anymore.

***

pt. 2

loosely based off of think of me by madi diaz bc i can’t stop listening to her album </3

#eddie munson #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson blurb

[fan-a-tink]

Young Royals S3 thoughts

EP5

Even just hearing this scene’s echo was horrific. It must have been so much worse to actually go through it. 

It must be so hard for Wille to reconcile how he knows Erik which what he now knows about him. And he is not here anymore to defend himself. Uuuurgghhhhh!

Please talk to Simon. Please talk to him. Shutting him out will not make anything better.

Sara and Felice doing desserts together, that’s the best idea anyone has ever had :) A chance for them to talk, yay!

This Micke is starting to be a dad too good to be true. This is sketchy behaviour. He is too happy, this is going to spiral out of his control. Oh Sara I am worried for you….

Ok, I am just going to say it (even 2021 me would judge me so hard for this) but August „redemption arc“ is working. Like I honestly believe that he is trying to be a little bit better as a person. I want him to be alright. And yes, I am shocked that I think this. 

Whose locker is number 60? Is that Sara’s? 

Wille once more calling his parents because he needs support. And his dad once more not stepping up. Nobody is perfect, not even Kronprins Erik….!

Edvin Ryding, the actor you are…

This episode it’s Wille’s turn to look as if his soul has left him. 

Oh shit this will be the music room fight. I am not ready. I am not ready. No no no no no noooooooo.

RIP Wille in the choir. Those scenes in episode two were worth it though :)) 

It is so typical for Simon to think that he has done something wrong. Simon, my love, you are not ‚difficult‘ for asking questions!! You are wonderful. 

Wille, those are your thoughts, not Simons. They are your fears, your doubts, your anxieties. And they are completely valid. But please don’t put words in Simon’s mouth and push him away like that. „Maybe he gave in to peer pressure. What do you know?“ Like, Simon is trying to help you here, he’s trying to talk it through with you and help you out. Nooo, don’t walk out on him?!!!

Simon being left behind in the music room is just as devastating as Wille being in there after their fight last season. I am done with this music room. 

The 36 on Simon’s locker is now always going to remind me of that fan exam :)) I was sooo unsure about that question haha

So she takes the letter, but is she reading it? Should we assume she read it? Or is she just not going to read it? I am confused…

Oh no. Micke has forgotten. The hope and desperation in her voice that she’s trying to conceal while leaving these voice messages for her dad is killing me. Also, ruuuuuun! You can still make it :) 

Why is Wille only ever with Felice when he’s had a fight or something with Simon? Like, when they’re good, he never hangs out with her. 

I also do believe he would have accepted and embraced Wille’s queerness. But I guess it’s the fact that we’ll never know that is so hard to deal with.

Purple nail polish ✨ slay :)

Sara made it :) But also, it’s stressing me out that she just puts her id back into her bag and doesn’t close it properly. It could fall out!

That is so heartbreaking seeing that Micke is falling back into the habit of drinking with his friends. And the worst possible moment for Sara to find out, mid-driving test, in the middle of the road. 

Linda giving Simon the long overdue hug and telling him he’s not doing anything wrong. YES!

„Love shouldn’t be this difficult“ - Linda, I trusted you!!! Don’t give Simon ideas.. 

Sara turning up at the house, breaking down. Simon hugging her. Forgiving her. I am in actual tears now. Can’t handle it. I’m sooo glad he is forgiving her. This was soooo necessary. Finally some healing…. 

That’s a decent apology text, Wille, I’m proud of you :)

The nail polish looks sooo good!!

And its off 😂 That was shorter than Wille’s career in the choir..

The Happy Birthday Song Scene will forever be my favourite Wilson scene. I am crying my eyes out because I know it’s all going to go wrong soon, and this might be one of the last moments of happiness. And it is SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! 

Also I am sooo glad the ‚Is everything ok between us?‘ line happened here and now was immediately answered with a ‚yes‘ - that takes away one of my biggest fears from the trailer… 

Also, he made him a sandwich? Asjdnä oajbef lskdfb .sjdnfsldnf lsdn 💜

I like Farima. Also her green suit is gorgeous :) 

They are holding hands in the car !!!!

„Maybe it was stupid to tell you that thing about Erik. I get that it must’ve been tough to hear.“ Yeah, no shit, August.

Simon is just chilling, living his best life eating cake :) 

„Cause there’s a risk of poisoning.“ Oooff. Simon’s expression is golden :))

I think Simon will never get used to having staff to take care of everything. And to Wille being absolutely ok with that and not even noticing it. 

Spotted Lisa Ambjörn, hihiiiii :))

Please make Simon feel welcome. Please. 

Why are they all pretending like everyone’s happy and fine? 

August is just so happy to be near Sara, it is actually adorable. 

Felice and Sara working side by side. I have so much hope that they can find their friendship again. Like, they are both loving being in each other’s company..! And Felice wanting to be a chef? I am here for it!!!! That whole little scene was beautiful :))

That is the most awkward dinner conversation ever. Poor Simon. Poor Wille. And they really don’t make it easy for anyone just bringing everything back to Erik. Like, that just adds so much pressure on Wille, and also this is such a vulnerable topic for him right now… 

Class Bad Boy. Lol

I love that he hates the title. Like, season 1 August would have loved it! That is GROWTH, ladies and gentlemen!

„It’s not very long. I’ll read it to you“ - dude, she can read, she just didn’t want to! 

His voice breaking up a little while he reads the letter. Malte is really on the next level this season…

The way he leans his head into that hug…! I have so much hope for them…. Please, please, please!

Yes, I can see that from Frederike’s point of view this looks bad. But you don’t know anything about the situation. And you’re just going to cause problems. But of corse she runs straight to Felice. Uuughhh, and things were just starting to look like they could be friends again someday. 

Wille playing a bit of the school song. Is that the only thing he remembers how to play, because he taught it to Simon? 

Wille, you’re being unfair. Yes, it’s hard for you. But Simon is also allowed to find it hard. And he is only trying to support you.

I’m sorry, but Wille’s parents could not be more useless right now. I am so glad Wille is finally speaking his mind. Maybe the delivery is not the most productive, constructive, diplomatic, but a child should not have to beg for his parents to be there for him. And they should not just leave the room when he does. Like, I understand that you are ill and struggling and that it must be absolutely terrible to deal with your eldest son dying tragically in a car crash, but Wille is right, you still have a son, and he needs you!!! 

The way Simon looks horrified and genuinely scared when Wille smashes the gifts. Like, he looks kind of scared of Wille. I bet he witnessed these kind of violent outbursts from his dad when he was younger. Oh Simon….

There it is: „Love shouldn’t be this hard.“ And it hurts just as much as I thought it would. 

Wille’s cheek is so wet, he must have been crying a lot already. 

Simon’s voice cracking when he says „Maybe it just can’t work.“ - he is breaking his own heart admitting this. 

The lyrics just before the cut „I got addicted to a losing game“ - KILL ME NOW!

I am in tears. Like, I knew they were going to come to a point like this, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok!!!

#young royals #young royals season 3 #yr season 3 spoilers #young royals s3 spoilers #yr s3 spoilers

[matchayogitea]

Holding your dreams as you lie to rest

Steve is a sweetheart and comforts Reader who has a bad relationship with food.

Warning: this deals with eating disorders, please don't read it if it might upset or trigger you.

It had been a long night and you were exhausted.

You and Steve had spent some time with the kids - they had insisted on having the two of you over to watch a movie - and there had only been junk food in the house. Popcorn probably had been healthy for a minute, until Dustin and Lucas had slathered it in salt and butter.

Needless to say, you felt guilty as hell for eating chips and ice cream and as soon as Steve had taken you home you had wished, for the first time in your relationship, that he'd leave straight away.

But he had asked if he could stay a while. It wasn't late and your parents knew him, so it wouldn't come as a shock if he hang out a bit. 

There was something you needed to do, though. 

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm just going... to the bathroom for a sec," you told him, handing him the remote control and practically running upstairs. 

When you came back, he eyed you in an odd way. "Are you alright, Y/N?"

"I am. What are you watching?" you sat beside him on the sofa, feeling a bit better and ready to enjoy the rest of the night.

Steve, though, didn't look happy. "Did you..." He seemed unsure and you bit your lip nervously, hoping he wouldn't ask.

But he did.

"Did you make yourself throw up?"

His eyes, so warm and loving, looked sad, worried. And you knew you couldn't lie to him. It was so hard to admit it out loud, though, and you only nodded.

"I... I'm sorry, Steve. I know I told you I was better... I was doing much better, it wasn't a lie, but tonight was just..." you trailed off, lowering your gaze, feeling ashamed. You felt horrible. You felt like a failure.

"Hey, Y/N, look at me. Look at me, it's ok, I'm not judging you or blaming you, alright?"

Steve gently placed his warm, comforting hands on your cheeks, stroking your face softly, and you felt even worse. You tried with all your might to keep it together, because you were so ready to start crying. 

"Come here, Y/N..." He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. "It's ok. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby..."

"What are you sorry for?" you mumbled, head buried in his shoulder. "I'm the one who should say sorry-"

"No, you don't have to. I'm sorry that healing is so hard, I wish I could do more to help you, I really do." he whispered, stroking your hair and placing gentle kisses on top of your head.

"Steve..." you felt so loved, and yet, you knew he couldn't heal you. He could help, but he couldn't magically make things better. "You're already doing so much..."

"I wish I could fix everything. I wish you didn't have to feel this way. You are wonderful, you are perfect and I love you, you know that?"

You couldn't believe someone like Steve could seriously have those feelings for you. It was hard to believe him, but you trusted him, and you knew he wouldn't lie. "I love you more," you whispered, parting from him slightly so you could look up into his eyes. There was pure adoration there, and you knew that Steve was there for you no matter what, and always would be.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening watching TV absent-mindedly and cuddling, until Steve mentioned it was getting late and he should go home.

You didn't want him to leave. Your parents were upstairs, anyway, and it wasn't a school night so you wouldn't get in trouble for staying up longer than usual.

"Can you stay a bit longer?" You asked softly, raising your head from his shoulder to look into his eyes. They were so gentle, you could get lost in them forever.

Steve moved to face you and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "I guess a bit longer won't hurt. Too bad your parents are home, though..." he winked suggestively.

You laughed and pretended to push him away, then resumed your position from before, snuggling up against him.

You didn't notice you were starting to drift off.

Steve didn't dare to move.

He really had to leave, it was almost two in the morning and he was pretty sure your parents wouldn't appreciate him staying that late (his parents, on the other hand, probably hadn't even realized he wasn't home).

You looked so peaceful, though, so angelic, asleep against him. He hoped you were having a nice dream, getting some respite from reality. You didn't deserve to have such a disordered relationship with food and he hated it. Not that anybody deserves it, he thought, but especially you. He would do anything to help you and he usually was very careful when you two planned out dates - he asked you where you wanted to eat, if you wanted to eat out; he would offer to eat at his place so you could have something not too greasy, not too heavy, and not feel forced to eat junk food at diners in front of everyone else. 

But that night he hadn't thought too much about the food surrounding the movie, figuring it wouldn't be a big deal because you were doing better - you had told him the week before. 

And he was annoyed with himself. But he swore he would be more attentive.

I'd give it all just to make you mine And if you need a minute Honey, I'll give you all my time, all the time

"I will always be here for you, Y/N," he whispered, placing a kiss on your hair. You shifted slightly in your sleep and he thought he could detect a hint of a smile.

I'll put your dreams to sleep With rattling bones So, don't go to sleep, don't rest your head I'll be the pillow, and I'll be the bed Holding your dreams as you lie to rest

He felt his eyelids get heavy and knew he couldn't stay awake much longer. Consequences be damned, he thought, and fell asleep holding you, warm and cozy in your embrace.

Lyrics are from song Evangeline by Stephen Sanchez. I recommend you give it a listen, it's really beautiful and he's SO talented.

#steve harrington #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington needs a hug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #steve x reader #ed warning #disordered eating in tags

[phillippadgettwrites]

I love jealousy stories! Can you give us some good jealous Scully? Maybe it’s been stewing a long time or maybe Mulder got tired of her turning him down for dates and starts stating someone else. Just make her seethe with jealousy please???

One for The Road

Rated X / 3429 words / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Scully dials the number for the house phone from memory, then takes a big gulp of her wine. She listens to it ring once, twice, three times, four. She knows the machine will pick up after the fifth ring, and she prepares to hang up before she hears the outgoing message. Either she’ll hear her own voice, which will make her sad because he still hasn’t changed it, or she’ll hear his voice, which will make her sad because he has. She’s halfway through the fifth ring, about to pull the phone away from her ear, when he finally answers. 

“Hello?” he says breathlessly, like he was running for the phone.

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out right away. She closes her eyes and forces herself to speak before either he hangs up, or she loses her nerve completely. “Mulder, it’s me.”

There’s a pause that’s a bit too long for her liking. Longer than a “shocked but happy to hear from you” pause. More of a “shocked and wondering why I’m hearing from you” pause. 

“Scully,” he finally says, her name leaving his mouth on a blustering breath. “It’s been a while. Are you okay?”

A little pang of something painful and beautiful spikes in her chest. He still cares about her. At least there’s that. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she reassures him. “How are you doing?”

She closes her eyes as she waits for his answer, unsure how explicit it might be. She wants to know, but she also vehemently doesn’t. If only there were some way to have both at once. Shroedinger’s knowledge of your ex’s love life. 

“I’m good,” he says, a polite non-answer. The kind you give to the checker at the grocery store or the coworker you don’t really like. The kind you give to your former partner who cut contact with you months ago to preserve her own sanity. 

“That’s good,” she says, disgusted by their milquetoast small talk. They used to talk about everything, and now they don’t talk at all. She takes another gulp of her wine.

He waits for her to explain why she called, and she waits for him to ask. 

“Did you need something?” he says when the silence becomes unbearable. 

I need you to wait patiently for me forever, she thinks. I need you to never, ever love anyone else. 

“I found some things of yours,” she says tightly, then clears her throat. “I must have accidentally packed them. I thought maybe you’d like to come by and get them.”

She already hates herself for being so petty. So immature. It’s really not like her, but then again she’s never loved anyone in her life the way she loves him. She’s never lost someone it hurts this much to lose. 

Mulder makes a little curious sound, and she feels hopeful that her plan will work. 

“What things?” he asks. 

“Um, some knick knacks,” she says, glancing at the pile of junk she managed to assemble. “A couple things you used to keep on your desk at the Hoover. Odds and ends. Sentimental things.”

Mulder has become increasingly sentimental with age. Year over year she continued to find little treasures tucked away around the house that looked to her like trash, but that he begged her not to throw out. She wasn’t sure whether to be touched or horrified when she found out he’d stashed the panties she was wearing the first time they had sex in a shoebox next to a set of tickets from a Knicks game he took her to—their first “real” date. 

“I hadn’t noticed they were missing, so I guess I don’t really need them,” he says, and she can picture him running his hand over the back of his neck as he’s prone to doing when he’s debating something. “You can keep them or throw them out, whatever you want.”

Her heart sinks. She was fairly certain he’d take the bait. Things he kept on his desk at the Hoover. That should have been irresistible.  

“Will you please come get them?” she says in a low, melancholy voice. “I don’t think I can bring myself to throw them out, but having them here is…It’s still difficult, Mulder.”

She’s not really putting on an act as much as she’s dropping it, but the impact is the same. He hears the hurt in her voice, the acknowledgement that she misses him and mourns their ruined relationship, and even if he’s no longer moved by her ten year old panties, he’s moved by her. 

He’s quiet for a few beats, and when he says, “Yeah, okay,” she has to suppress a victorious whoop. “Can I come by now? I can be there in half an hour.”

“Okay,” she says quickly, “Thank you. I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as she hangs up, she drains her glass and pours another, then hurries to her bedroom to get dressed. She needs something sexy, but casual enough that it won’t look like she’s trying too hard. And she needs her water bra. 

This is all very much beneath her, she’s marginally aware of that. It’s quite pathetic, actually, and she should probably be ashamed of herself, but she’s not. She just has a very deeply held conviction that Mulder belongs with her, and thus any other woman who weasels her way into his life is encroaching on Scully’s territory. She doesn’t think this consciously—that would be far too catty and anti-feminist. But clearly that’s how she feels, given the way she’s responding to the news that Mulder has a girlfriend. 

She hasn’t spoken to him in months, not since the night that she tearfully told him she’s afraid she’ll spend the rest of her life mourning the loss of him if she doesn’t get some space from it. And space he has given her: complete radio silence. She was starting to think she was doing much better, maybe even truly moving on, but then she ran into Debra Kaufman at the Shop N Save and nearly dropped an entire carton of eggs on the floor when Debra asked her if she’d, “Met Fox’s new thing.”

“I’m sorry?” she’d said stupidly, open carton of eggs in hand, waiting to be examined for cracks. 

“Oh, I figured you’d have met her since I see you over there all the time. You still drive the gray Explorer?” Debra had asked, one hand on her rounded hip. 

Scully felt heat rise to her cheeks at the realization that her Wednesday night drive-bys weren’t as covert as she’d thought they were. 

“Yes, but I haven’t had the pleasure,” she said blandly. “How long has he…” she started, then caught herself. Gossiping in the grocery aisle is hardly her style. 

Debra layed a sympathetic hand on Scully’s forearm and smiled at her sadly, which made Scully’s eyes immediately well with tears. 

“A couple months,” Debra said gently. “She’s a nice gal, but not nearly as pretty as you.”

Scully stands in her walk-in closet, wine in hand, and flips through skirts and dresses, slim-fitting slacks and casual sweaters. She’s not totally sure what her goal is, she just knows that if Mulder is dating, he must be doing much better. And if he’s doing that much better, maybe when he looks at her there will be something behind his eyes again. And maybe if he sees her, and if he feels that thing he forgot how to feel, and if she sees him feeling it, then maybe there’s still hope. 

She picks up something she bought on a whim but has never worn: a black velour jumpsuit with a deep neckline and three-quarter sleeves. When she tried it on in the fitting room she felt bold and sexy, but outside of her fantasies she rarely has occasion for either boldness or sexiness these days. When she imagines Mulder seeing her in it she feels excited, and so the choice is made. 

She puts on heels and his favorite perfume, and decides that if he comments on her appearance she’ll tell him she’s going out tonight. Maybe she’ll let him think she has a date, depending how things go. She’s examining herself in the full length mirror, admiring the way the jumpsuit hugs her ass, when she hears the doorbell. She pulls the door open prepared to put on an air of sexy aloofness, but the second she lays eyes on him her unaffected facade crumbles. 

He looks good. Really good. He’s wearing faded blue jeans and a fitted white T-shirt, and his face is clean-shaven. She can already smell his cologne, the one he used to wear before William, and between the reaction from her heart and her cunt she’s disoriented and lovesick. 

Realizing that she’s staring, she snaps her eyes up to his face to find him taking similar stock of her body, his eyes lingering on the deep V of her jumpsuit where she’s pushed as much of her cleavage as possible to center stage. She pulls in a deep breath and he clears his throat, averting his eyes to the door jam and then back to her face. 

“Hey,” he says with a bob of his head, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets. 

“Hi,” she says back, trying to regain composure. “Please, come in.”

He hesitates, giving her a quick head-to-toe glance before he steps through the threshold. Scully walks down the hall toward the living room and he follows behind her, so she makes a point of switching her hips. 

“Can I get you something to drink?” she calls over her shoulder, then bends down to pick up a small box full of the items she used to lure him here. 

“Uh, no, that’s okay,” he says haltingly. She looks over her shoulder and catches him staring at her ass. “I have somewhere to be.”

She stands up and turns around, propping the box on her hip. She hadn’t planned to ask about her, but it just comes out. 

“Plans with your girlfriend?” she says tartly, and she gets some satisfaction from the panicked look on his face. He doesn’t want her to know, which she takes to mean something. 

But then the panic fades into irritation. His jaw shifts and eyes harden a little. 

“You’re the one who wanted out, Scully,” he says, indignant, “not me.”

It hits her like a slap in the face. She never wanted out. In her experience, it was him who left her, mentally and emotionally if not physically. 

“Well,” she says tightly, handing him the box, “it seems like you’re doing much better than you were before.”

“I am,” he says. “But I seem to recall some stipulation about sticking around for better or for worse. I don’t think you’re supposed to pick and choose.”

Her throat is becoming too tight, warning her of impending tears. He’s being uncharacteristically mean, and she doesn’t understand why. 

“I tried, Mulder,” she squeaks, then swallows against the lump in her throat. “I held on as long as I could.”

His shoulders drop and his face falls. He shifts the box to his other arm, and she can tell that he’s debating hugging her. 

“I know,” he says instead. “I’m sorry.” He looks at his watch and clucks his tongue. “I have to get going. Sorry I can’t stay longer.”

She nods and follows him back to the door, and then out into the driveway. He unlocks his car and then leans across the driver’s seat to set the box on the passenger side, and Scully takes the opportunity to both admire his ass and scan the interior of the car for any feminine looking items. Mulder rights himself and turns around, leaning against the open door frame. 

“It was good to see you,” he says earnestly. His eyes flash over her body so quickly she could have blinked and missed it. “You look good,” he adds. 

Scully looks down at her own outfit, smoothing her hands over her hips. 

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “You do, too.”

“I’ve been running again,” he says. “I’m training for a half-marathon, actually.”

This makes her smile. 

“That’s good, Mulder,” she says. “I’m really glad that you’re doing well.”

He smiles back, nods. There’s a little beat of hesitation before he steps forward and opens his arms, and she falls against his chest with a heavy sigh. Her arms wind around his rib cage and she squeezes him tight. He smells like home, feels like safety. She doesn’t ever want to let go.  But she feels him loosen his grip on her, so she does the same, leaning away a little until she can see his face. He looks right into her eyes, really sees her, for the first time in a long time, and she’s missed him so, so terribly much. She remembers his girlfriend, some nameless, faceless woman who wasn’t there for all the hard parts, but is getting the best version of him now, and it makes her angry. It’s not fair. This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to get better and come back to her.

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#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #smut

[rendy-a]

Could I request ramshackle dorm, romantic.

I’d like you to assign me a valentine. You can write for whoever you're in the mood to write for. I know I'll like it no matter what, I just really like your writing!

Goodness, this has taken me a while to finish but I’m finally done!  The last request I wrote was for Silver, so it just makes sense to finish out the pair and write for Sebek.  How you like your tsundere Valentine!

Time will not be ours forever

But while we in this life endeavor

Will you not join with me in joy?

Or wiltst thou remain aloof and coy?

My heart did you quietly steal

And so I ask that in your answer you reveal,

What is the nature of your regard?

Will you return to me a Valentine’s card?

You’d been finding small gifts left on the porch of Ramshackle for a while now.  When they’d started, you’d asked Grim about it and he denied knowledge of the small bouquets of wildflowers or the (mostly eaten) boxes of candy.  You scolded Grim for hardly leaving you a piece of your own chocolate while wondering, who were the gifts from? 

One particular day, you’d received an elaborately braided crown of flowers.  You turned it about in your hands, admiring the time and effort taken to construct such a thing.  Then amusedly, set it on your head; feeling nostalgic for your childhood days, the last time you’d have worn such a thing.  “Oh, what’s this?” you hear a deep and amused voice ask from behind you.  “Gak!” you shout as you turn to see the smiling Lilia hanging from a branch beside the dorm door.

Lilia effortlessly flips over to land lightly on his feet.  “To think I’d see such a thing in this day and age. Fufufu.” You look at him quizzically.  “Well, my dear, you clearly have a suitor.  To think there are still kids these days making flower crowns, he must be quite traditional,” he says as he places one finger to his chin, as though thinking something over.  Then he smiles slyly.  “I take it this isn’t a part of your own courting traditions?”

You fluster a bit, taken by surprise at the topic.  You remove the flower crown and twirl it around in your hand as you reply, “Well, no.  Where I’m from people don’t really go through effort like this to confess.  Unless it’s something special like Valentine’s Day, but really that is only once a year.”  Lilia’s smile broadens, “You don’t say.  Tell me more…”

The strange conversation you had with the Vice Dorm Leader had slipped your mind by the time the Earth holiday rolled around.  You’d gone to class on Valentine’s Day like any normal day, laughing and enjoying your strange school life with your new friends.  As the sun was settling lower into the sky, you made your way from the mirror chamber towards Ramshackle.  As you neared your home, you could make out the silhouette of someone standing in front of the door. 

You had approached cautiously, aware of how isolated your dorm was from the rest of the campus.  As you neared, your mystery guest appeared to notice your presence and stepped out from the shadow of the doorway and into the fading light.  You breathed a sigh as you saw it was only Sebek.  You gave him a friendly wave and jogged the rest of the way to the door.  “Hello, Sebek!  What a surprise to find you here.  Do you need something?”

He looks at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted as though left unsure about what to say.  Then he furrows his brow before standing to his full height, coming to attention like a soldier under inspection.  “HUMAN!” he shouts before a conflicted expression crosses his face.  “I mean, Prefect,” he continues in a far more normal volume.  “The great Lilia-sama has told me I need to…I mean I should…I…” he trails off uncertainly, placing a hand to his head.  Then his face screws up in determination and he shoves a box at you.  You take it in surprise and, when you do, he turns heel and walks briskly away.

You look after him in confusion as you hold your unexpected delivery.  Sebek had always been somewhat of a mystery to you.  When you first meet him, he had called you Human with disdain and taken many opportunities to lecture you on the short-comings of humans as compared to fae.  Then one day, as you were walking with Malleus after class, you had seen a wayward spelldrive disk heading right towards your friend.  You quickly jumped in front of Malleus to shield him from the projectile.  Of course, he easily stopped the disk with magic, preventing either one of you from coming to harm.  Still, your friend was greatly amused by your efforts to protect him and chuckled at you warmly.  From where he followed behind, Sebek had looked at you for a moment with both great surprise and a bit of grudging respect.  Then he had charged off to yell at the unfortunate spelldrive players. 

Although you couldn’t fully define it, your relationship with Sebek had changed that day.  He stopped insulting you for being a human, sometimes even begrudgingly declaring you to be an exception to his usual view of humans.  He even began to allow you to start conversations with him.  You hadn’t expected to enjoy his company but found that Sebek was surprisingly charming.  You learned of his hobby of reading old tales of knights and valor.  If you probed him, he was willing to talk poetically about his views on chivalry, duty and honor.  It was inspiring to hear someone talk about something they were so passionate about.  It was a trait you admired in him; an admiration that grew into a certain fondness for the stern knight.  You’d like to think he had grown more comfortable with you too.  Not to the point where you were expecting gifts from him, though. 

As you considered the box, you noticed a small envelope attached.  You opened it to find a short card, written in neat script.  The poem was very much like him; perhaps a bit old-fashioned but showing the depths of passion that lie beneath.  You blush a little before opening the box; rows of neat homemade chocolates lie inside.  You bite into one and find it is your favorite flavor.  You consider this and wonder how long he had been planning this gift.  At least long enough to have learned your preferences and schedule.

You are pondering this as you head inside when you hear footsteps pounding up to the door.  You are surprised to see Sebek returned.  He flushes when you meet his eyes and quickly pivots to place his back on the wall beside the door and out of your view.  “Please, just stay there.  I need to say something but I…I just can’t say it to you directly.”  You follow his lead and turn to lean on the inside wall, separated by only a few rickety planks of ancient wood.  “Ok, I’m listening.  Say what you need to.”

The silence is heavy as Sebek hesitates to begin and you wonder if the fae has finally run out of things to say.  Then, he finally begins.  “That day with the young master, you were so brave.  You didn’t even hesitate.  I think I hadn’t truly noticed you before that day but since then, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you.  The way you face each day in an unfamiliar world but never give up hope.  You have fought great battles and saved those precious to you.  It’s an ideal I also strive to achieve.” 

You hear a thud and think Sebek has leaned back, placing his head on the wall.  “For a time, I thought of you as a rival to overcome for the attention of Malleus-sama.”  He laughs mirthlessly at that admission.  “I’m ashamed to admit such a thing now.  It did drive me to train harder but the more I trained, the more you were in my thoughts.  Every time I mastered a new skill, I only thought of showing it to you; wondering what you’d think or say.  Finally, even I realized that you were not my rival by my inspiration.”

You hear a creak in the wood of the doorframe and realize he is grasping it tightly, seeking support from the sensation.  “I don’t expect anything from you.  I just want you to notice me, like I have finally noticed you.”  Slowly you reach over until your pinky touches his glove.  He lets out a surprised gasp, as though the small contact had electrified him.  Then slowly, as though afraid to find this a dream, he gently covers your hand in his own.  You respect his boundary and remain on your side of the wall, but you hear him let out a breathy laugh, overjoyed by his unexpected boon.

Courting you would be a long quest, but it was one Sebek was excited to undertake.  How could he not be when the prize was something so rare as your love?  As he gazed ahead, watching the setting sun, he silently thanked his Master Lilia for instruction him on the proper way to begin courting his precious human.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[muiiruii]

when he’s feeling a little out of it

matsuno chifuyu & hanemiya kazutora

fluff ; age up (manga version) ; tenderness in loving another in their presence

a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve written for tokrev please be gentle if i butchered kazu’s characterization TT^TT

matsuno chifuyu had always wondered how just being by your side could put a smile so naturally on his face. when did you become an existence he could not replace? even more so, someone who he could not live without. you were warm like the sun, comforting like the moon, and the stars he tends to gaze at pales miserably in comparison to your presence. everything about you feels like home to him—the faint scent of french lavender, traces of fur, and the occasional taste of honey lemon. wherever you are was wherever he will be. and he would never ask for anything more when he have you by his side, but sometimes, on days where it’s a little blue, he found himself sinking deeper into the comfort of your presence.

“fuyu?”

you could tell he was slightly out of it when he did not catch your first call. it wasn’t the first time this had happened, and even if you weren’t told the reason behind his change in behavior, you still decided to just sit it out with him.

warm hands overlapped his clenched fists, you held onto it tightly as if to thaw the coldness creeping up his veins.

“fuyu, i’m right here with you. always.”

it took a minute or two before his fingers flinched, eyes darted over to your presence beside him.

“i know.”

he would whisper in the most gentle way that would put a smile to your face when you brought his hands up to your cheek—a cute habit he loved whenever you feel a little giddy and shy.

“thank you,” he mumbled under his breath as he pulled you a tad closer, just so he could leave a sweet peck on the tip of your nose.

“for always reminding me that there’s hope.”

you may not quite understood what he meant, but you know deep down, regardless of what will happen, your decision and feelings will never change.

“thank you for always being so gentle with me.”

you giggled at the cheesiness oozing right out of your words but it was worth it. definitely, when the growing hues of pink dusted ever so shyly on his cheeks had you both chuckling at the embarrassment of feeling like two little kids confessing their love for each other again.

no matter how many times the future might change, he will forever have you etched into his heart and hope that the red strings of fate will bring you to him in every timeline he existed.

hanemiya kazutora found himself wondering why just by feeling your fingers combing through his hair had his nerves washed away and his thoughts silenced as calm as a lake. it will always remain a mystery to him, for he had never experienced anything quite like this in his entire life. it was as if you cast a sleeping spell on him whenever you hum softly under your breath; magic overflowing from the tip of your fingers to the end of his toes. that was all you need to do to build back the world that crumbled each time his thoughts intrude a little too much.

“maybe we should just head to the city office right now to update my family registry.”

“did something ha—”

there was a pause, a shift in your gear when you saw the grin tugging the corner of his lips.

“i—is that a proposal?”

you gasped, unsure if the shock was from how out of the blue his question came or the fact that he even considered marriage when you knew about his past and what he had gone through.

“maybe? i’m just blurting my feelings out loud. we can take our time, there’s no rush.”

“are you sure?”

“if it’s for you, i’ll can wait until we are—”

“—i meant with me…as in marriage.”

you gently turned his head up to face you, worried eyes with seriousness knitted in your brows as your lips parted but words stuck at the tip of your tongue.

“and why would i not be sure?”

his large hands cupped your cheeks, a soft smile hanging on his lips when watched your eyes glossed over.

“you are the very reason why i loved to see the sun each morning, the reason why i want to start all over again, why i decided to live for myself again.”

your lips trembled at his words that held the weight you would never be able to truly understand. it was always heavy and it pains you whenever he had his episodes, but all you could do was be present with him.

“instead, i should be the one to ask you. are you sure?”

“always.”

you replied in a heartbeat. one that had his eyes widened for a fraction before they disappeared behind a smile he couldn’t quite hold back.

he wondered, truly, what did he ever do to deserve you in his life after all that he had done in his past. what was god’s plan for him? was this his punishment? to finally experience something so precious that he just know if you were taken away from him, he will never be the same again. and somehow, it made him realized nothing scared him more than losing you.

“so, shall we just do it now?”

you chuckled at the goofiness in his smile when he turned around and had his arms lock around your waist. his cheeks resting ever so naturally on your thigh, and for a split second, you almost gave in at the breathtaking moment that seized your heart.

“maybe after you stop giving chifuyu-kun a hard time by slacking off as his boss.”

oh how you regretted saying that when he climbed onto your lap with a pout ever so obvious on his lips.

“are you saying chifuyu is the reason we can’t get married right now?”

for once, kazutora realized that regardless of how silly his actions or words may seem to others, somehow he couldn’t quite help it when he’s with you. like a dream, he just want you and only you to always be with him and never would he ever let you go (nor hear another man’s name from your lips).

“would you like to repeat that again?”

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev fluff #chifuyu fluff #kazutora fluff #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokrev drabbles

[retrieve-the-kraken]

Heartstopper season 2 play-by-play analysis

This would be the moment in the typical movie where the character comes out and gets the happy ending and love ever after, and everything is alright, right?

But coming out is a choice for some people, and not so much for others, and it's not always perfect, and love does not always conquer all, and sometimes love is not even part of your story...

And sometimes there are many more issues, and not so simple solutions, and things aren't always black and white...

I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?

EPISODE 6 - TRUTH/DARE

- Nick knew how to get to the café without consulting Google maps or anything, which means this is a place he’s been to before.

- Nick and Charlie letting go of each other’s hands as they walk into the cafe. And “would you feel better if I waited here?” Nick’s rotund and absolute “NO,” then, a little as if to make sure that Charlie knows it’s about himself being nervous and not about Charlie being imposing, he adds “No, please come with me.”

- “He used to visit every summer”, and it makes you wonder why he stopped. Then Stephane really has no idea how old his son is and how much time he still has before he graduates, because he’s not involved in Nick’s life. Any child of divorced parents knows that nod either means Martine is not interested in meeting Nick (and probably David), or Stephane is unsure of how to bring it up. Or both. “Perhaps someday soon,” means “I will put it off forever because I don’t want to deal with that.” Martine definitely had to do something with Nick not visiting anymore, and even David probably hasn’t stayed with him either. Yet David brings it up when we first see him. “Next time I’ll stay with dad”. Sure. (Even the fact that he mentions how their dad will react when he finds out Nick is bi, indicates that he still very much cares about his father’s opinions and thoughts, even when Stephane doesn’t seem to care much about his sons’ lives.)

- “I’m sorry, something came up and I can’t get out of it.” Did you even try, sir? Dad bails out, this was probably always inteded to happen, to have a very short meeting, just enough to not leave Nick hanging completely. But because he leaves money behind to pay the bill, he thinks everything’s okay.

- Nick’s face when he realizes that coming out to his dad won’t happen, at least for now. Not only did he not stay long enough to even bring it up, but he assumes he’s straight and talks a lot about him having lots of girlfriends, and Nick is probably thinking that it’s just going to be like David, or worse. (Considering that even Sara said some things, assuming that Nick was into girls exclusively, it’s not like he was sure that she would react so great about him coming out, but it’s clearly very different with his dad, who is never there but for whom he still had a lot of admiration and excitement about being able to meet up. He wants his dad to know him, to know about him, to be proud of him. Maybe there’s even a little of “look, dad, you’re not in my life, but look how well I’m doing anyway”. I don’t know, I’m not a boy, and my parents didn’t divorce when I was still a teenager.)

- New favorite friendship dynamic unlocked: Charlie, Isaac and Nick squished up in one bad trying to find Wally.

- Other new favorite friendship dynamic: the boys asking Tao for every single detail of his kiss with Elle. “But I kissed her that time.” “OH MY GOD NO YOU DIDN’T” “What does this mean???”

- Meanwhile in the girls’ room, the dynamic is much the same, but I love that we get to see it for both groups.

- Tara is so sweet, always making sure that Isaac doesn’t feel excluded.

- “So are we-?” Elle making Tao short-circuit with a kiss.

- Charlie deflecting Nick’s question by asking him about how he’s feeling. And Nick refusing to let him get away with it. “I know I’ve been stressed about coming out, but I don’t think I realized how stressed out you’ve been about it.” “I get stressed about everything, you’re nothing special.” “Charlie- It matters to me.” Classic Charlie humor deflection technique. Poor Charlie, he’s never in a million years imagined that he’d fall for someone who cared so much about him, and he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

- Ugh, this whole interaction between the teachers is soooooooo perfectly off of the comic book page. Mr Ajayi fishing for info on Mr Farouk. Awww Mr Farouk… “Don’t think there’s an age limit on those”.

- "You flirting with me?" "Maybe." MISTER AJAYI‼ AAAAAAHHHH‼

- “They are gonna be a handful today.” Power of prophecy.

- “Thanks, I hate it.” “I knew you would.” Tara, if you don’t want it, I can take it off your hands. (Seriously, where can I get that t-shirt?). I think the pressure of giving an amazing gift is so overrated, why not get your significant other the worst gift ever? That’s amazing.

- Darcy taking the first step at talking about her feelings, thank god, because things between them have been horribly tense and all over the place… “I’ve got plans, big plans.” Oh shit…

-SO MUCH GREEN. Darcy and Tara matching tops, Elle’s whole outfit, Sahar’s vest, Isaac’s vest, Imogen’s striped sweater. And Charlie’s sweater is a big blue-greeny, I feel (and then later he wears the green hoodie). But I think it’s interesting that Nick is wearing blue now, both during the day and then at the party, on the episode where he comes out to more people. Everyone perceives him as heterosexual, so he has to fight that heteronormativity applied to him. He wears the color and defies what it represents.

- I am Isaac at the bookshop, wandering around with a huge pile of books, knowing that I won’t be able to buy all of them, but by all the gods I will try…

- By the way, here's Isaac’s reading list from this season.

- Have kids these days stopped saying “take a picture of me” but instead say “take a selfie of me”? As if the word selfie has replaced the word picture?

- It’s sad how Nick and Charlie take a selfie in front of Notre Dame(?), and they seem tempted to kiss, but then walk away, whereas behind them, Tao and Elle don’t have to think about it at all. Until they walk into the area full of pride flags, and Nick and Charlie can feel more comfortable walking with joined hands. But that’s it.

- The pile of books on Isaac’s end of the bed… I want them all.

- The recharging scene is so lovely. They are so soft with each other. Charlie getting all worked up from that kiss and Nick just says “We gotta go”. I hate you too, Nick, how dare you.

- “Everything has to be perfect for Tara, she’s a princess.” Darcy is feeling so guilty, but she’s terrible at making up.

- Tara’s face when Darcy brings out the booze… oh no…

- The fact that Ben just sneaks into the party, unnoticed, and he just meekly goes around, trying to pass under the radar.

- Seriously, is there any queer boy that is not into Charlie (except Isaac of course)? First Ben, then Nick, and now even James. If only Charlie himself knew, the power he has…

- Even though we already know where this is going with Isaac, James’s little face still breaks my heart. He was so smitten with Isaac… and that was his first kiss… and he probably thought they were two booknerds in love… and… *weeps*

- Wait, so if James hadn’t kissed Isaac just before, that means that his literal first kiss could have almost been his former crush during truth or dare in front of everyone???? Nightmare scenario…

- Isaac, baby… I have now cried every single time I’ve watched this scene, I wonder if it will happen every single time. My little ace heart can’t take it.

- Nick really doesn’t like parties, or he hasn’t liked parties since he met Charlie, because he prefers hanging out with Charlie. Why pretend to have fun when you could be happily making googly eyes at your soulmate in a quiet corner? (Again, with Golden Retriever twin Darcy interrupting).

- The contrast between the party room, full of color and shiny decorations, whilst Harry and his mate stand outside in the harsh blue light of the corridor (again, blue representing heteronormativity).

- Harry apologizes to Charlie and Nick but he sounds so insincere, he’s smiling the entire time like he’s not really taking this seriously, and it’s all made worse by his friend behind him smiling smugly. They really thought it would work… Charlie is not intimidated by Harry anymore, not even a little bit, and we love him for that. Slam that door in his face, Charlie, that’s my son.

- At this point, why hasn’t anyone kicked out Ben yet? You’d think everyone would be behind Imogen on this. Unless she really doesn’t care, of course, she’s over him. And he just looks kind of relieved that he has managed to not get kicked out, but also… is that a bit of bitterness that I sense, at the fact that Charlie continues to stand up for himself and ignore him completely.

- As the game of truth-or-dare begins, it feels like maybe Ben wants to fit in, wants to be a part of this group, but he’s not entirely comfortable, but he’s still there, following the dynamic, maybe hoping that he’ll just be… accepted? And not have to put any work into it? (Am I reading too much into this?)

- “Imogen got a boyfriend last year and she stopped texting me.” “Uh, no, you stopped texting me.” The way that Imogen sort of nervously pushes her hair behind her ear… is kind of… flirty…?

- One of my favorite moments that’s not in the comics, the Charlie-Tao kiss had me in stitches. It’s the cheeky way that Tao crawls over, and Charlie’s embarrassed delight and Nick and Elle’s delighted faces. I love them so much. (Can't believe no one had giffed that yet, or at least I couldn't find it, so I had to do it myself! Guys, I'm really bad at this stuff, help!)

- Who is this person stirring the pot??? Poor James, poor Charlie. But I love Charlie going resolutely “No, no way” when he’s dared to kiss Ben. And Ben resorts to his usual tactics of pretending not to know Charlie (Imogen’s face, knowing that something definitely happened between Charlie and Ben… that Ben is hiding something, and that Charlie very vehemently wants nothing to do with him).

- And you know Ben wanted to bump into Nick so bad on his way out. “Always making a scene…”

- “I know who it was.” He takes the leap, and he checks with Charlie and he knows that, whatever happens, it will be okay. Elle’s smiling, Tara is smiling, but Tao still looks a bit tense.

- I loved everyone’s reaction to Nick coming out, very chill and “oooh so you gave him the hickey?” And Nick looks so relieved, they both do. And James, precious James, asking if they want it to be kept secret… And then Darcy, of course…

- That whole hallway scene all the way to the room, it’s so sweet. Notice how they go from blue-ish lighting to yellow lighting, the color of happiness, their color. Nick envelops Charlie in the warmest hug and they just, ugh, so fucking cute… then the whole carrying him over his shoulder, I want to know how many times they had to do that scene, it’s so perfect. (Had to gif this one too, am I searching wrong???)

- The bed fight, the pillow fight, and then the conversation about not being ready to do anything more than kissing yet. Nick was so nervous, the way he wasn’t nervous when he was the one kissing Charlie’s neck. This time it was his boyfriend being sexy, it was his boyfriend taking the lead and getting him all worked up… he had to stop it, because he realized that he was starting to feel things that he wasn’t ready for at the moment.

- “Why are we like this?”… Like what? Like perfect? Like the cutiest patootiest of all?

- Tao wearing Elle’s glasses and teasing her, whilst Imogen and Sahar are cuddled up in the next bed… And Isaac… baby…

- “I have to be perfect for you.” “Darcy, nobody’s perfect.” Darcy saying I love you with vomit in her mouth and smeared makeup and a crumpled party hat on her head, whilst Tara looks immaculate in her tiara and gold weaved into her braids and her white sweater…

- Mr Farouk giving Darcy a break, like he’s maybe not so strict anymore (because of someone’s influence)…

- I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES NOW I’VE WATCHED THE TEACHERS GOING FOR IT BUT I’M SQUEALING AGAIN. AAAAAAAHHHH‼ CAN’T WAIT FOR MORE TEACHERS NEXT SEASON‼

- That whole Charlie and Nick talking and sleeping montage fixed my mental health, cleared my skin, watered my crops and fed my cows. I have watched it in an loop. It’s beautiful.

- They are finally sitting together in the coach! And so are Elle and Tao. Meanwhile Tara and Darcy...

- The post about Mr Farouk. Merciless.

- Meanwhile both Mr Farouk and Mr Ajayi looking a bit tense and unsure after...

- “Is it true you guys are dating???” They haven't even gotten back from Paris... News spread fast...

This episode is brought to you by Whatever the Hell Darcy was Drinking™.

#heartstopper #heartstopper season 2 #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper tv #nick and charlie #tao and elle #tara and darcy #the teachers

[uglypastels]

Spotify Wrap Blurb event: 83 with Eddie Munson 🥺

I just picture Eddie and reader starting their story in summer and having fun, camping in the woods and creating their bubble of happiness 🥴

ngl i went a bit off-script with this one. listening to the song all i could think of was slightly angsty. i hope it's still good tho and that you like it <3

no explicit warnings. a bit emo.

Spotify Wrapped Blurb event > send in a request! (masterlist)

Years had come and gone, and memories passed by like a blur in his hectic life, but one summer would never leave his side. He still thought about it sometimes, fondly and sadly at the same time. Fondly, as those days had clearly been some of the best of his life, and for the same reason, a melancholy flushed over him every time. However, those days would always stay in the past, and he could do nothing else but think back on them, knowing it would never happen again. 

It was the summer he finally got his guitar—the black and red B.C. Rich Warlock. It had cost him nearly a year’s worth of saving everything he could, but he had finally gotten it. He could still remember the excitement on your face when he showed it to you. 

You gasped at the sight of it, having only heard him talk about it in awe for months. ‘It’s beautiful, Eds.’ 

‘It sure is,’ it was his proudest achievement. All that time telling himself to work hard and doing so paid off; for now, he held the instrument in his hand. The six strings were all tuned and ready for him to play his first song. Which one? That was the real question. 

‘Any requests?’ he looked up, but you shook your head. This was his moment; you couldn’t take that away by asking for some random song. It should be something for him. 

Finally, when he had decided on a tune, he couldn’t stop playing. And you listened to him all day. 

‘You’re amazing,’ you said, lying on your side in bed as he sat on the ground with his back against the mattress. ‘Promise me you’ll remember me when you’re all big and famous?’ 

‘I’ll never forget you, baby.’ And that was true. He could never. He remembered everything, even the taste of your lips, when you pulled him into a soft kiss. 

‘I can already see the Corroded Coffin posters hanging around every city. Tour dates written in big lights and billboards in Time Square,’ you laughed. The billboards were there now but had nothing to do with Corroded Coffin. As sweet as that was, Eddie had always known that it would never work out. They were just some kids in high school. Life took them all in different directions.

Luckily, his path led him straight to Madison Square Garden. 

It was a bumpy road, for sure, and to this day, he wondered if it would have been easier if he had you along for the ride. You always seemed to make things that much easier for him, even if it was just helping him study for exams. 

He had dated around, plenty of people he loved and who loved him over the years, but no one was as easy to be around as you. He never felt nervous or unsure of himself when with you. Everything was so magically uncomplicated between you.

There had been one night that stayed with him in particular. You had planned to go out, but his van wouldn’t start, and he had arrived at your house much too late. He had practically run out onto your porch where you were standing, pleading for forgiveness, falling to his knees, but you just smiled. 

‘I really don’t mind.’ You both knew that car was an unreliable piece of trash. And you could wait forever. 

That night you had gone to the drive-in, but more often, you opted to just drive around on the empty roads until you found a dark and empty spot so you could climb up onto the roof of the van and stare at the stars until it was time to go back home again. It was him and you versus the world. Young and restless, living life as it came each day, never worrying about anything. 

But, just like the band, he knew it wouldn’t last forever. It was naive to expect that. You were young, after all. So young. Entire lives ahead of you with no idea what to expect. It was only natural that one day it would all end so something new could begin. 

He wished it didn’t. 

All this time went by, and the memories still gnawed at his stomach. It felt ridiculous, pining about what could have been when he had already so much. So many others could only dream about it. 

His songs were supposed to help. On those long sleepless nights when the cruel nostalgia would come creeping in, he would write them all down, hoping to let these feelings out and get some closure. But it turned into a sick inside joke, in a way. Because now, any time he was on stage, performing these songs, all he could think about were those days he could never get back. 

And he wondered if you had heard them. Suppose you were ever in the large crowds, one of the voices cheering him on. Did you sing along to the lyrics? Did you understand them? The references he made to the time you spent together? 

But really, all he could hope for was that you, at least, were happy and had better days than him. Ones that you could call the best of your life that didn’t include him. He hoped, as much as it hurt, that you had moved on. One of you deserved at least that. 

the end

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[ivbelle]

SKYFALLENSHIPPING MINI-FIC

For some reason a couple days ago out of nowhere I had a dream about Akari and Rei. So I wrote a mini-fic basically about what I dreamt about. Also some bonus sketches.

 I have never played Legends of Arceus nor do I know what even happens in it except some basic things. Therefore, this is an AU where what I’m saying happened. Also idc if LOA isn’t popular anymore I’m always late on trends. Hope you enjoy it though. 

CONTEXT of AU: Akari and Rei formed a very strong bond while together. Unlike in the games(?), Akari has to return to her old world, leaving Rei behind. Her absence ends up with him in turmoil and loneliness. He keeps a journal, and every other entry he writes to her - not only to repress how much he misses her but to express his thoughts.

 . . .

Journal Entry 1,134    X/X/X

Dear Akari,

Yesterday, the evening reminded me of you. There was a faint thought in the back of my mind remembering your eyes and thinking that the night's shade of blue was almost as beautiful as yours.

That must have been why I dreamt about you. 

I guess, even after all this time, I still couldn’t get you out of the corners of my mind. 

There is a part of me that refuses to forget the way your mouth smiled, the hue of blue that was your hair and the way it drifted behind you as the air caressed it. 

A foolish part of me believes you are still here. Why else does my heart ache at the thought of you?

Still, I’m forgetting. I know I am. Your presence, with every second that it is gone, fades ever so slightly. Your laugh is an echo slowly being buried deep, tainted, under fresh laughter – All this against my will. 

Yet, nothing before you seems to exist either. It seems that there has only ever been you. That time existed only then. And now, now there is nothing. 

Akari, the truth is, I often find myself thinking you never left. I sometimes turn a corner and helplessly believe you are there. Some mornings I wake up in a cold sweat of relief, believing this was all a nightmare and that you are still here beside me. The most awful part of these mornings is the realization. My chest aches just as painfully as it did back then. 

Last night was not this dream, however. No, instead I was tortured with the memory of that afternoon in its entirety. I found you standing by the cliffs, fields of wheat and long grass being rocked by the wind. I remember following after you, unsure why my hands were so unsteady. 

I think. . . somehow I knew you wouldn’t stay forever. All beautiful things are temporary things. Like the morning glory, I only got to gaze at your beauty once. I had known this, and yet, I could not understand why my hands were so anxious to hang on. . . You must have known I felt it too. 

That day, you were mostly quiet. Truth be told, you always were somewhat reserved, but that day was different. It was an uncertain kind of silence. The kind that is like glass – one that shouldn’t be broken. 

I approached you cautiously like a curious animal, even though you already knew I was there. Were your eyes embracing the landscape for the last time? Or were you absently watching the way the wind cradled the earth? I sometimes wonder.

It was you who spoke first in that soft, regretful voice. 

“I’m going to miss this place. The village and the Pokémon.”

I had said nothing. My eyes were afraid to leave your hair. 

“I’m going to miss. . .the people. . . the atmosphere. . .and . . .” You turned to me, slowly, and your eyes fell onto mine. 

“I’m going to miss you, Rei. I’m going to miss you most.” 

At that moment, it was as if my mind had refused to think. My mouth was frozen in its pathetic silence, and for a moment, so were my hands. 

I wish I could say our gaze said it all. But they didn’t. There were many unspoken things in that space between us. Maybe you waited for my answer. Maybe if I had said something, you would have found yourself unable to leave. But no, my words were trapped in my throat. My feelings were locked in my chest. 

Our gaze was the last thing tying us together before you were lost forever. I finally understood the pathetic desperation of the ocean that claws at the sand to reach the Earth. . .

I had relived this moment for so long in my imagination as if longing for it enough would change anything.

Now there is nothing more to be said except what I couldn't. I love you Akari, and while I still spend some nights hoping on some miracle that you turned back, I have yet to see your face. So, this is my goodbye. 

Signed, 

Rei

#skyfallenshipping #legends of arceus #fan-fiction #reixakari #overly dramatic and angsty lmao #I think there's still a lot of room for improvement and the pacing might be a bit off #rei #akari #pokemon #rough draft

[babeczka415]

Die For Me - Part 2

MC POV:

I get out to my car and I put my bags in the backseat. I should have known this was coming but man not wearing my engagement ring hurts. I let out a sigh and pick up my phone. I have nowhere to go so I call Jessy. She answers and I hear Dan in the background say something and her laugh. “Hi MC, everything okay?”

“No, do you think I could spend a few days with you and Dan?” I ask hoping she doesn’t ask me what’s wrong on the phone.

“Yeah but we will need to talk when you get here,” she says and I hear the concern in her voice.

“I know, thanks bestie” I say as I hang up the phone.

I see my phone background. I wonder where we went wrong. He proposed to me just over a year ago, and we were so madly in love. I go to call him but I stop myself as we both have hurt eachother so much this last ten months. I pull out of the driveaway and head over to Jessy’s.

 I have a key and I open the door. I hear them in the kitchen and they sound so in love. I wonder if I did the right thing, but Hannah and Lilly are going to take his side as soon as everything comes out. Jessy has always been on my side. I put my bags down and I walk into the kitchen. 

“Hey!” she exclaims.

“Hi’ I say sadly.

“‘What wrong boo?” asks Dan.

“MC where is your engagement ring?” asks Jessy as I grab a coffee cup.

I sigh as I close my eyes. ``It's over, it has been for a while and we have been faking it, ``I say, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

‘What did he do?” asks Dan.

“It was both of us. Don’t get in the middle  you two please?” I plead with them.

“What happened?” Ask Jessy

“We fell out of love about ten months ago and didn’t want to admit it. We’ve both been sleeping with others during these times and we both caught eachother. It’s unfixable at this point and I’m unsure if I want to try and fix it.” i say 

Jessy looks at Dan and he leaves, then she turns and looks at me. “I doubt it's unfixable. You two are perfect for eachother. You’ve both been under a lot of stress just maybe you guys need space.” she says holding my hand. 

“No Jessy, this time there is no fix. Not for this one, we both knew it when we fought this morning. I’m going to the guest bedroom and going to unpack. I still need to get the rest of my stuff but I’ll find my one place so I'm not putting you two between us. I know Dan is his best friend now and you’re mine so that puts you guys in a bad spot.’ I say as I walk out of the kitchen. I hear Dan on the phone in the living room.

“She’s here man. I don’t know what happened but you two need to fix this.”

In moments like this I wish I could hear what he is saying but I give up and grab my bags as Dan looks at me.

I’m in my room. I unpack my bags and sit on the bed. I think back on what could have happened and all I can think is we fell out of love. But did I really stop loving him or am I just scared?

Jakes POV:

I watch her walk out of the office with her phone. She doesn’t say anything to me and I hear the front door slam shut. I know she’s gone, this is really over. I look at the engagement ring on the desk and I try to figure out where we went wrong. I never stopped loving her really. Are we just not meant to last forever like everyone thought? I walk into the bedroom and I see most of her clothes are gone and I sit on the end of the bed. I look at my phone and want to fix this. There is still a large part of my heart she still holds but we both cheated for this long by acting like everything was fine. 

I never imagined us to have gotten to this point. I remember asking her to marry me, we were both so excited for the future and it was only just over a year ago. We kept pushing this wedding off, saying we were just too busy to do this but really we didn’t want to. 

I wake up to my phone going off, I realize I dozed off and I see it’s Dan. “Hi Dan.” I say answering. I know she probably went over there.

“What the hell is going on with you two? She’s here and not wearing her engagement ring. She says it’s over.” he says into the phone.

“We havent be in love for ten months. We both” he cuts me off.

‘I call bullshit. You two are eachothers soulmates.’

“Daniel! We both cheated on eachother for ten months.'' I feel my anger getting the best of me.

‘She’s here man. I don’t know what happened but you two need to fix this.” “There is no fixing.’

Dan is silent and I know she’s right there. ``She can hear you huh?” I ask him

“Yes but she just went to the guest room. Why don’t you come by for dinner? Let you both calm down and we can figure out where you guys went wrong.” he says. I know he’s trying to be a middle man for both of us but there is no fix.

“Sorry but no.” I hang up the phone.

I look at my phone and I see a picture of us and my heart breaks. We did this to eachother without even caring. I guess we should be happy we didn’t go through this wedding but it still hurts.

I open my chats and open her name. I see she’s online and I start typing.

Jake; MC, I am sorry for everything. I know we can’t fix what happened. I just hope you find true love.

I see her typing and deleting and typing and deleting over and over again then a get a notification

MC: Jake, I am sorry too. We shouldn’t have let this go on this long. I thought you were my true love but I guess we were both wrong. I don’t regret falling in love with you and getting to know you. I just wish we could have seen these signs sooner between eachother instead of it happening now. I hope you love and trust someone else again. 

MC: I will come by in a couple days to get the rest of my stuff, I just need to find a place as I'm at Jessy’s and Dans right now.

Jake: I know, he told me. He thinks this is fixable and we will get back together.

MC: So does Jessy but I doubt that can happen. Goodbye Jake.

She signs off and I sigh.

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I'm... unsure how to treat this situation. I don't think I have the life experience or the know-how to do that.

One one hand I feel like this situation is incredibly overblown and that we need to wait, but on the other hand I see people leaving left and right and it makes me wonder if the situation is much more serious than my gut tells me. I thought we've survived much worse, but it seems that I was wrong.

Idk, Is it wrong of me to want to stay and wait for more ?

it's not wrong. it's also not wrong if people want to leave. in situations like this, where it's all so confused by hearsay and rumours and valid claims that get drowned out or diminished by years of misinfo, it's simply impossible to make a conclusive statement. so people can be angry or hurt and leave forever, and people can be angry or hurt and choose to wait. it's ultimately up to your own comfort level, but the most important thing is to not put yourself through any undue stress - so if hanging around hurts you, i would advise you take a break, okay?

#smile.ask #anon