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cyberghost-scout · 1 year
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🎆Return of Her Golden Self🎆
The day finally came. It felt like forever for Phantasma and Ghostwire. First, it was her first revival back from the dead. Despite being on the smaller side- it was a relief that gold and blue twin made it back online.
Then scavenging supplies and body began - that hardest part of her restoration, then the actual reanimating part.Though no one’s to blame because supplies and clean frames are rare. Just the unfortunate fate of most things lost in a long war.
But finally. Finally.
Enough was found for the construction of a new blank frame.It’s complete– all this new white doll-like frame was Phantasma’s spark.
It is a big day for the sisters. Phantasma was excited despite having to put it under for the spark transfer. And, of course, her little sister is happy that she’ll live her life to the fullest now. Transforming into her own alt-mode, seen as an adult– finally.
The twins gave each other one last hug before the mini was called by Fedelis to the operating room. She slipped out of Ghostwire’s arms and walked in.
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apxndstxry · 1 year
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Holiday Emoji Drabbles
It’s the season of gifts and sparkly lights, so send me an emoji and I’ll write a little thingy for our muses: 
🎄: Our muses decorating a tree together  🍪: Our muses baking cookies together 🎁: Your muse walking in on my muse wrapping presents  💝: You receive a gift from my muse  ⛸: Let’s go ice skating! ❄️: Our muses are snowed in with no escape for a few days  ⛄️: Do you want to build a snowman?  🚗: Get in, we’re going to look at christmas lights  ☕️: My muse brings yours a hot beverage  🍖: our muses are sat down for a holiday meal  🍾: Let’s countdown to the New Year together!  🎅🏻: Our muses are staying up to catch “Santa” 
If you reblog please do not change anything. 
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cutielando · 1 month
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my lifeline ~ mattheo riddle
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Summary: You are Mattheo’s lifeline, his one ray of sunshine in the darkness that is his life. A cute little breakdown of how your relationship to the Slytherin bad boy began.
Other works: my masterlist
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Mattheo had always had it rough.
Being the son of the Dark Lord brought enough complications to his life, let alone being at school with people who only made fun of him because of that.
It wasn’t fair. Nothing about his life seemed fair, but he had no choice about it. He couldn’t change who he was, no matter how much he wanted to.
But he could change the way he viewed himself.
And he did. 
From the moment you had entered his life.
You transfering to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons had probably been the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Watching you timidly walk towards the Sorting Hat, anxiously waiting for it to speak and tell you which house you would join, seeing the sweet smile you had given the Slytherins once you joined them at their table and just so happened to have been sitting right across from him.
He knew, from the moment you had looked at him with your bright eyes, that he was a goner.
Over the course of your first weeks at the school, Mattheo had been the one to welcome you the best, always offering to show you around the castle, help you study or simply just keep you company while you would do homework together.
Pansy had also become your friend, very eager to have another girl in the friend group.
Pansy was also the first person to find out about your crush on the curly haired bad boy. 
It didn’t come as a surprise, really. With the amount of time you had been spending together ever since you came to the school, the countless walks you had been on with him when the both of you had free time, the charming smiles he would give you whenever he would look at you.
He had you mesmerized and he didn’t even realize.
The holidays had proved to be the perfect opportunity for Mattheo to finally tell you what he was feeling, right before you left for home.
“Y/N!” he had called out for you as you were struggling to carry your luggage down the countless pairs of stairs towards the castle entrance.
You turned around, a smile immediately appearing on your kind face. The kind of smile that made the butterflies in Mattheo’s stomach go crazy.
“Hey, Mattheo. I was just about to leave for the train, I didn’t want to be late” you explained, gesturing towards your trunk.
You didn’t know if you should have said anything else, knowing that his father and him probably didn’t want to have anything to do with each other and he had no reason to want to go home for the holidays.
“I know, and I wanted to catch you just before you left. I wanted to tell you something that I’ve been putting off for the entire semester” he said, scratching the back of his neck.
You nodded, signaling that you were listening. 
He let out a breath before speaking up once again.
“I like you, a lot. Ever since you transferred here, you’ve been on my mind. I’ve come to look forward to every minute that I get to spend with you, regardless of what we do. I just wanted to know if you would like to go on a date with me once you get back?” he asked, making you smile.
All the daydreams about what it would be like to be with him, to know that he was just yours, they were finally going to happen after so much lost time.
“Your timing really sucks” you joked, making him blush and nod. “But my answer is yes” you added before quickly leaning up to kiss his cheek and left.
Unbeknownst to you, the moment you had turned around and couldn’t see him anymore, he fist-bumped the air and did a little happy dance, being sure that nobody would see him and tarnish his bad boy reputation.
Typical.
During the time you spent away, you guys exchanged several letters, in most of them Mattheo was complaining about how slow the time was passing and how eager he was to see you again and take you out.
Which he did, the hour right after you had got back to Hogwarts. 
Your date had been amazing, sipping your favorite warm drinks at the Three Broomsticks, browsing around your favorite shops in Hogsmeade, and then finally ending with a goodnight kiss right at the bottom of the stairs leading to your bedroom.
The news that you had become a couple spread around as quickly as a disease would. Gossip traveled very fast around a school full of teenagers, especially when it involved someone with a reputation like Mattheo.
Being seen together in front of the whole school had been something you were weary of, ever since he had asked you out; mainly because it was no news that your now boyfriend was a very handsome lad, and a good number of the girls from every house had a thing for him.
Imagine now, with him dating you, it had automatically put a big target on your back.
But not to worry, Mattheo was there for you.
“People are staring” you told him on the morning of your first breakfast together as a couple, a day after everyone had got back from holiday.
“So? Let them stare, I don’t care” he said, shrugging his shoulders and pulling you closer to him.
You gulped, noticing more and more girls whispering and looking at you over their shoulders, frantically it was more like glaring deep into your soul.
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have the entire female population of this castle hoping your head would explode so they can take your place” you had meant for it to sound like a joke in order to not worry Mattheo, but he had seen right through it.
Following your gaze, he had noticed just how much attention there was on you that morning. He cleared his throat, glaring at every single girl right back, which then prompted them to blush and turn away from you guys.
“Don’t worry about other people, they know nothing about us and they’re just jealous” he whispered to you, planting a kiss on your temple in comfort.
You knew that he was right, that you just had to drown everyone out and just focus on Mattheo and what you had.
And that was exactly what you did.
Months went by very quickly, making your relationship with Mattheo only blossom more and more with each passing day. The love shared between you was more intense than anything either of you had experienced before.
You two helped each other, motivated and encouraged one another. You helped him deal with his problems, listened to him whenever he needed to unwind and just talk to someone about his home, about what his childhood was like and what being Voldemort’s son had done to him.
You slowly helped him out of his shell, making him open to you more and more each passing day, making sure he was comfortable whenever he was around you and always made sure he was okay, no matter where you were or what the circumstances were.
You became what he needed, his savior. 
A lifeline to pull him back to reality when he would need it the most, whenever he would feel like he was about to fall off the edge.
You were his life.
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taggedmemes · 6 months
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GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!
send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run
send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma
send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone
send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone
send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not
send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of
send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life
send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse
send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about
send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not
send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with
send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears
send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively
send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did
send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury
send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat
send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them
send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't
send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them
send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them
send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone
send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively
send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something
send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them
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lunememes · 4 months
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🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe. 002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink. 003. in a mountain lodge, snowed in from a heavy snow storm. 004. on an ice rink, careful to dodge the bustling crowd that stumble and rush past. 005. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the centre and family chaos ensuing around the house. 006. at a quiet dinner for two, an intimate meal and magical moment for a special couple. 007. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel. 008. lifting up a smaller frame to put on the finishing touch on the christmas tree: the tree topper ( a star, an angel, or something else! ) 009. setting out the snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers! 010. in the kitchen making the deserts for the big day, and perhaps even making a mess too! 011. in the dining room building a home: a gingerbread home! decorate the home and make it one fit for a little gingerbread man. 012. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice? 013. sitting down with some company to wrap all the christmas gifts, preparing for the big day. 014. sitting down to exchange and open gifts, anticipating what gift you may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks? 015. out on the streets doing christmas carolling, blessing the streets with the sweet voices of heavenly haromies. 016. in the snow rolling a big ball to build a snowman, bringing it to life with makeshift features and wrapping it up with a warm scarf. 017. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win? 018. falling into soft snow to create snow angels, flailing wildly on the ground. 019. traversing the treacherous conditions of icy pavements. will you laugh as they fall or lend them a hand and go down in solidarity? 020. jamming out to a christmas song, and inflicting the pain of holiday songs on someone else.
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ohisms · 2 years
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↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺     (   a  collection  of  various  settings  meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts .   will be updated .   )
001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting .
002.   a cabin in the middle of the woods .
003.   a picket-fenced home in the suburbs .
004.   a dark bus stop lit only by street lights .
005.   a private jet miles high in the sky .
006.   a funhouse’s room of mirrors .
007.   an office building ,  bustling and busy .
008.   the back row of an empty movie theater .
009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .
010.   a loud house party on a suburban street .
011.   a university lecture hall during a class .
012.   the rooftop of a very tall building .
013.   a great ballroom during an elegant party .
014.   the back of a wailing ambulance .
015.   the wine cellar of a large mansion .
016.   behind the school’s gymnasium .
017.   a bonfire in the middle of the woods .
018.   an otherwise empty parking lot .
019.   the bar of a loud ,  dark club .
020.   an empty summer camp .
021.   a large hedge maze ,  easy to get lost in .
022.   a neglected or derelict treehouse .
023.   a spacious ,  light-filled meadow .
024.   an underground / illegal fighting club .
025.   an abandoned scrapyard .
026.   a large penthouse overlooking the city .
027.   an apple orchard in the middle of spring .
028.   an empty playground with squeaky swings .
029.   an extravagant greenhouse .
030.   the base of a large waterfall .
031.   a spacious walk - in closet full of lovely clothes .
032.   a quiet hospital room .
033.   the dark depths of an abandoned mine .
034.   the deck of a fishing boat at night .
035.   the thick crowd of an audience at a show .
036.   a long ,  winding road .
037.   the site of a car accident .
038.   a hiking trail in the mountains .
039.   a cramped dressing room .
040.   a dusty antiques shop full of relics .
041.   the street of an unfamiliar city at night .
042.   between the tall shelves of a thrifted book shop .
043.   a building abandoned during construction .
044.   a house without power or running water .
045.   a mysterious trail found in the woods .
046.   the back of a taxi stuck in traffic .
047.   the inside of an elevator that won’t move .
048.   fairgrounds during a large event  (or after hours) .
049.   a garden bountiful with flowers or produce .
050.   a childhood home or bedroom .
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eternalslover · 7 months
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I got this gif off of pinterest and it's my absolute favorite thing ever
HES SO CUTE OMG
That's my hand BTW! (I'm delusional)
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carlplsrailme · 2 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
summary: after a stressful day, the only thing you wanted to do was collapse on your boyfriend and maybe start riding his thigh
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carl grimes x fem!reader
cw: thigh riding, softdom!carl, comfort. everyone is fucking aged up.
word count: 800
request: Could you write thigh riding with softdom carl?
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today was exhausting.
a run where you almost got nipped on by a walker and what do you have to show for it? a couple of bruises and some scraps of food.
you were so disappointed. in yourself and in the run itself, Carl comforted you and put on a hot shower, he rubbed the soap bar up and now your beaten body while kissing up your neck. you melted in his arms, his dripping brunette hair landed on your shoulders as he came down to kiss your cheek
"you know, how after the walker-" he choked on his words, the thought of your getting bit, it breaks him, just a simple conversation but those words stun him.
"...yeah" you whisper, looking back at the memory as the water rains down on both of you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest, and he leans to kiss up your neck again, up to your ear as he whispers...
"well, for the record, you looked fucking hot killing it" you snort at his rendition of the memory, a few laughs escaping your chest as Carl grins in satisfaction of hearing your giggle again
"Why are you always so horny?" You ask whilst laughter slips in your tone, he tilted his head and gave you a knowing look but you still stared up at him
"with you constantly around me? with a girlfriend this hot? how could I not be?" he asks as you playfully hit his chest
"Oh come on, you know it's the other way around!" "Oh, so you're constantly horny?"
"I- Carl!" you scold, tho he notices how you don't say no
"Alright, alright, let's just wash up and head to bed, yeah?" he asks and you nod, swaying back and forth with him holding you as the water pours on you both
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"can we shush go to bed?" you slur, Carl has been all over the place as you wait on the bathroom counter, in his shirt -that is way too big for you, falling down to your thighs- you don't even know what he is doing
"I-" he turns back to explain how he has things to do before seeing your sleepy state, adorable
"Alright, we can go to bed, baby" he softens as he grabs your by your thighs, picking you up as he walks over to the bed
he sat down with you on his lap, he leans back as he fails his arm around -searching for who knows what as you just lay your head on his shoulder, scooting up to be comfy as you slightly shake from the jolt of pleasure you received
To be completely honest, yes, you have been 'constantly horny' all-day -that might even be the reason why you slipped up in the first place, if your head wasn't so fuzzy from thinking about carls cock you might've not had that scare today
and this, fuck, it's perfect. your panties rubbing up on his sweats is all you need right now, he probably won't even notice if you just roll your hips again-
"baby?"
fuck, ok, maybe not
"mhm?" you answer simply, hopefully, he'd think you were just getting comfy and not humping his thigh
he sighed, tho not in annoyance, how can his sigh sound cocky? you'll never know.
his hands laned on your waist, dipping one down to your hips and you dug your face deeper in his shoulder, too embarrassed to even face him
"baby? it's okay" he whispered, you can feel the smirk he has on as he manually rolls your hips on his thigh, you let out a staggered moan in his shirt some of it from shock but most of it from the unbelievable pleasure
"feel good? I know you had a rough day today baby, go on, let it all out" he whispered, placing his hand back on your hips as he let you take control
you moved back and forth, choked moans leaving your lips with every thrust, tears brimming at your eyes as you felt the embarrassment of riding your boyfriends thigh, but it just felt so good you couldn't stop, not for that anyway
you felt Carl cock grow hard from your movements, applying the perfect friction for him to start groaning in your damp hair,
"fuck, your so pent up, huh? just so needy, baby, you're taking anything you can get" he groaned as you sped up, feeling all this pressure on your clit, rubbing it beautifully as you humped him faster and faster
"I- I think I might cum" you admitted shamefully, he kissed your forehead as he thrust up to match your grinds
"good, I want you to fucking cum on my thigh, baby" he hissed, and you wailed as you came down your panties and soaked his sweats
you huffed for a minute, coming down from the intense pleasure as your pussy twitched and calmed down
you looked up to Carl as he only petted your hair and lean in to kiss you
"I think we need to shower again"
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an: ahh omg I had so much fun writing this! thank you for the request anon! -and for the others, they will be out soon!! ugh, thigh riding always gets me, completely melted while writing this <3 anyway, mwah bye love you guys!
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silvers-smut-memes · 5 months
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My muse has forgotten her swim suit. Send "Hot Tub Time" for your muse to invite her into the hot tub anyways.
Add "reversed", for my muse to invite yours into the hot tub instead.
Feel free to give extra details, like the atmosphere, if they're alone, or if your muse has a swim suit, and remember to specify muses.
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dustbunniess · 7 months
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PUNISHED BY STEP DADDY RICK
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raynelbabe · 1 year
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heyyyyyy :D may i request a hurt/comfort when eddie and reader are broken up and he either gets yelled at in class or fails a test and just cant take it anymore...then he cries an reader comforts him...kiss and make up ok thxxxxx
ty so much for this request! i hope you enjoy it!
Compared to Forever
{1.2k words} eddie x gn!reader , angst, math, people laughing eddie
masterlist eddie s4 fic
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It had been two months. eight weeks. 60 days since you and Eddie broke up. Which means you had missed eight shows at the hideout, eight Friday night movies, eight Saturday dates, and possibly a million hugs and kisses. All because you were going to school out of state. Well maybe. You had applied. You didn’t know if you’d get in. You honestly didn’t really think you would. 
But Eddie knew you would. He knew you were an absolute genius who could get in wherever you wanted. And according to him, it would hurt less if you ended things now rather than go the rest of the year knowing you might be leaving at the end of it. And wow was he wrong. You had heard that sometimes emotional pain could be so bad it turns physical but you never thought that was true. 
Now you knew it was. Everything hurt. Your head. Your stomach. Your back. Your eyes from crying. And your chest where your heart sat ripped apart. You felt like any reason you had for living was gone and it took all the energy your body gathered from sleeping just to wake up in the morning. After that, you were practically just running on coffee the rest of the day. 
Days turned into nights and you barely noticed. Feeling more like a robot programmed to be a functioning high school student than an actual person. Eddie wasn’t doing much better. If you felt like your reason for living was gone he felt like the life had been practically sucked out of him.
He didn’t want to break up with you. But when you told him about your college choices he got scared. In an instant all these images of you in another state, meeting new people, meeting new guys, making new friends and new memories flashed before his eyes. You’d forget all about Hawkins and everything in it. Him included. He got scared. So he did what he figured he did best. He ran. 
He ran away from you and the hurt he was expecting at the end of the tunnel not even taking a second to stop and try to save it. And ever since then everything had been going downhill. His van seemed to never work, he always seemed to miss a note when playing, assholes at school seemed more…assholy. The sky was always grey and the grass was always brown and dry. Water and food seemed to taste like shit. 
Everything good in the world was truly gone. Life couldn’t possibly get worse. He was already at rock bottom. But of course, whenever he needed someone to prove that everything could in fact get worse Mrs.O’Donnel was right there. More specifically math. And even more…more specifically the class he had with you. 
You used to sit right next to him but since the break up you moved to the back of the room. And when Mrs.O’Donnel called on him to give the answer you weren’t there to whisper it to him like usual. So instead he floundered. He sat there blankly staring at her, in full panic mode. He had no idea what the quadratic formula was. It didn’t even sound like a real word. And as people around him started to snicker and laugh he did what he felt was expected from him. He ran. 
You sat there, staring at the back of his head wishing you had El’s powers so that he could hear you screaming the answer in your mind. But as you watched him shoot up from his desk you knew he hadn’t been able to hear you. Mrs. O’Donnel only rolled her eyes at what she called, his antics, and called on someone else. But you couldn’t focus. No matter what happened between you. You wanted to know that he was okay. 
So you grabbed your things and his that he left, and raced out the door after him. You knew where you’d find him. The bench behind the school that he had claimed his freshman year. No one ever went there unless they wanted to buy from him. It was a place he knew he could be alone whenever he needed it. It used to be yours too. 
When you found him, his back was turned to you, his hands on his face. You could tell by the way his shoulders were gently shaking that he was crying. “Eddie” your quiet voice brought him out of his solace as he turned around and quickly wiped his face trying to hide his tears. “Um…you left your bag,” you said, holding it out for him. “Oh. Thanks” he mumbled, taking it from you. 
He was still sitting there as you stood there awkwardly deciding if you should leave or stay. He looked up at you and just like always it felt as though the world was black and white but you were in full color. And just like always you couldn’t just leave him. “I’m sorry,” you said. He looked at you wondering what you could possibly have to be sorry for. 
“For moving seats” you clarified. “If I hadn’t I could’ve told you-”
“Don’t apologize for that. I know why you did,” he said, his voice slightly raw from all the crying. “I know but…Mrs.O’Donnel has always been such a bitch to you” you sighed, happy that you got a small laugh from him. “She’s a bitch to everyone,” he said. “True. But especially you. Everyone is” you trailed off, hating how this town treated him. 
“I deserved it.”
“What?!’’ You were shocked. How could possibly think that anything about him made him deserving of being treated like that? “For what I did to you. I deserved it” he told you. Shaking your head, you sat next to him. “No, you don’t. I mean…it hurt, yeah. Still does. Like a lot. But I get it. Maybe you were right. Maybe this’ll be easier” you said. 
“Was it?” he asked, as you looked up as his eyes, bloodshot with bags under them. “No” you shook your head. “You never are.” He could tell there was something else you wanted to tell him. “But?” he asked. 
“But…I got in” you mumbled. “Oh.” A million emotions ran through his body. “Of course you did. I told you. You’re a genius” he said. “I still think you’re wrong,” you said, deciding to do what you didn’t do the first time. Fight. 
“I mean yeah. I’ll be in another state but it’s not forever. I mean there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas. And spring break and summer. Not to mention phones exist-”
“But you’ll be moving on” he interrupted. “You’ll meet other people. Make new friends. You’ll be in some big city doing big things and I’ll just be here holding you back.”
“Says who? You’re just assuming that’ll happen because you’re scared. And I’m scared too but that doesn’t mean you can keep running from me! It’s not fair. You’re not even trying.”
Eddie sighed. He knew you were right. His habit of running was getting old and it was a hard one to kick. But he had to. Life wasn’t going to get any better if he didn’t. You wouldn’t be there if he didn’t stop running. 
“I’m sorry,” he said. “You don’t have to apologize,” you told him. “I do. I keep running from you and you’re right. It’s not fair. You’re the last person I want to run from. I love you.” Smiling you took his hand, you’re other one wiping away his tears. “I love you too. Promise me you’ll try” you asked. 
“I promise.”
“Besides. What’s four years compared to the rest of our lives.”
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cyberghost-scout · 1 year
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Japanese high school au dabbles
Well, then I will dabble on my interpretation with @askburningpassion involved. Remember, this is my interpretation; it is not really 100 percent.
The fangirls learned that messing with either twin is a lost cause. Despite their jealousy of how easily they got along with him, they are not attracted to Riki. Heck, there are times when the twins just let him be chased as they sit on top of the lockers.
However, if either love rot brat tries to touch Rai... they learn the brutal and traumatizing reasons that will cost them everything-- Riki would greatly despise them. Their friends would abandon them... thanks to Zelda's devious psychological skills. Like its very terrifying that Zelda got personal information from NINJAS to ruin a person's image in the school- either forcing the fools to accept being a pariah or transferring schools to save face and their future. But the scariest of all--Suni's wrath.
Like a vengeful living specter, they never realized the shy baby sister of the Visser twins was even able to retaliate- let alone being scarier than Zelda. Even alpha bitch, Masami would be startled the first time. Sure, Masami would have enough money and corrupt cops, but the back of her mind told her that would only more significantly fall upon herself. If she got Zelda pegged down, the Suni would come after her to disfigure her lovely looks. Her beautiful body with the curves of Aphrodite and the face crafted by the gods-- damaged. Yes, she could get Suni arrested for assault and have surgery to fix her precious assets- but then it'll not be a natural beauty only being highlighted by makeup and her wealth~! Masami's rich personality and narcissus brain could not handle that. So she retreats and has to woe the idiot pretty boy in other methods. That won't stop her from being shitty toward Rai, but she is much more careful about it. She has to wait until the twins are at a very safe distance.
God won't touch TWO angry Visser siblings. So, please don't bother the twins and Rai carelessly, and then the twins won't bother them.
Short one but the fangirls is easily scared off by the twin's father. All he has to do is walk over to the group.
Aside from protecting Rai from brain rot fangirls, the twins and Fedelis are very sweet toward her. It was like the girl had just adopted two older sisters and an uncle/grandpa. They make up all the times the poor girl was left out. Letting her go cools things the other kids haven't done. Petting Vanilla Wafer, trying out new foods. Reading great novels and video games, or at least trying them out. Zelda taught the child to have fun and not give a shit about those who don't bother trying to know Rai as a person.
Papa Yamada at times tries to convince Suni to join a sports team-- cause he saw the girl's talent... but usually falls flat as Suni politely reclines and gets a silent glare from Zelda. He low-key fears Zelda after realizing how far that girl is willing to screw someone's life and gets away with it if pushed to do so. Prays that the rival clan wouldn't try to recruit her, or they'll be SCREWED. Believes their father to be a Kaiju... Like Gojira or Gamera. He's not wrong- Fedelis is intimating but very caring to his daughters. He may have tried to flirt with him one time in drag-- his ego was left bruised for a couple of weeks. Suni finds him overbearing; she is firm on her answer of not wanting to join a sports club or team. Yet he could not take no, so her patients for her teacher was wearing thin. And he better be wise to keep his mouth shut the next time. And Zelda is predisposed to be a little rebellious with authority figures, aside from those who have earned her good graces. The elder sister is just shaking her head at this adult idiot.
Mama Yamada she's happy about her children making friends with the Visser twins. Sure one needs a lot of self-confidence, and the other is an odd duck, but they don't give her son panic attacks and are very kind to her baby princess. She would trust them, besides her son, to babysit Rai. At first wary of their father-- but she realized he was a good man, a doctor. And maybe those Indo recipes buttered up the fierce housewife. The twins are a little wary of her. Mama Yamada seems to be missing part of her finger and is a bit freakishly ready to kill- from what they saw, her futilely beating sense in her husband and the side comments from other people. Like they know she is hiding something but cannot figure out why- at least not yet.
Now Riki-san he's just glad that the two girls are NORMAL. Like not hounding him and no romantic interest-- He had mixed emotions, this boy was hunted relentlessly, yet the twins were not that interested. It is nice, but it takes time for the boy to get used to it. Once, Zelda (a lesbian) said that she rates Vanilla wafer, her Furby, then Jollibee 6-pc Chickenjoy bucket with a side of rice and gravy. But he was glad about the comparison, weirdly. Maybe Zelda has a slight grudge against the boy as a forced closeted lesbian seeing this other closeted lbgt (Riki) being dumb as rocks and a coward not to turn down these love zombies. She can see that he is causing more misfortune to himself and his family (especially, in this case, to his little sister.) He failed his little sister by not recognizing the cause for not just setting a boundary. Sure, Zelda could tell him so- but how the girl sees it- her words would fall on deaf ears. So she and Suni wanted to make sure Rai had more smiles in her life and pick up his slack. (AKA their little sister now)
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Foolish.
Foolish, foolish, foolish.
Neuvillette could not even fathom how he had let himself get to this point.
His Duke- no, the Duke- was mortal, whereas Neuvillette had been cursed to live for all of eternity. It would only be a matter of time before Celestia came and took Wriothesley away from him.
He had promised himself he would not get attached, and he was so foolish. He had thought staying away from Wriothesley would be easy.
But the simple-seeming task had quickly proven itself to be far more impossible than the Iudex thought.
It was impossible when the Duke looked as he did, with his radiant smile and irises the colour of periwinkle, and the little scar beneath his eye... Neuvillette had to practice the most solid form of restraint to keep himself from kissing softly along that scar, along all the scars littering Wriothesley's body.
He could only imagine how much his Duke had been hurting from those very marks, an everlasting stamp on the other man's psyche.
Neuvillette knew that it hurt Wriothesley. All the sorrows of Fontaine's people weighted his heart, as they often did, and unfortunately, that included his dearest Duke's.
The Iudex wanted nothing more than to hold Wriothesley close, and kiss all the other's wounds- both physical and mental- away.
But he couldn't.
Wriothesley was blissfully unaware of the affections the Hydro Dragon harbored for him.
And sooner or later, Wriothesley would be gone.
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Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life
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lunememes · 1 year
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🌙 * ― 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ( a collection of various settings for drabbles or prompts, or both! )
001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .
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