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herecomethefuzzz · 8 months

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hi sylv!! btw i wanna say quick tysm for ur support on my fics🥺💗ur always so kind in the tags it makes my day <3

i come w/ a request!! best friend! reader petsitting jambo + the other guy while schlatt's away and him coming back to see you sleeping on the couch with the cats and him realizing he has feelings for you🥺

-rabbitsrams <3

OHMYGOD HELLO ???? you have no idea how excited i got when i saw your user. i love your writing so much its actually amazing !!! anyway, here you go !! it might be a bit long and it probably sounds like i was rambling a bit sometimes because my brain literally. exploded. but uhh yeah !! i hope its okay (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

- a couple days ago your best friend, schlatt, asked if you could look after his cats whilst he went out to film something for his channel. he'd promised you they wouldn't be too much of a problem.

- of course you'd said yes, not wanting to let him down. it was only for the day, couldn't be too big of a job, right? oh my god you were wrong. those two cats were just so CHAOTIC when they were together.

- that day you learnt that a black cat and an orange cat are not a good combo.

- absolute hell. you had jambo running about, doing classic orange cat stuff, and the other little guy was so. loud. literally all he did was MEOW. it didn't help that he didn't let you pet him much, seen as he didn't know you.

- you'd tripped over them more times than you could count, and, honestly, you had considered calling schlatt and telling him to come home more than once.

- it got even worse when they started to get hungry. literally round your legs CONSTANTLY meowing. it was only when you walked into the kitchen that you realised they were hungry.

- once you'd fed them, there was finally peace and quiet. so you decided to go and relax on the couch. it was late, and you were beginning to get tired anyway. you curled up and went on your phone, mindlessly scrolling through twitter. (X?? idk i just call it twitter LUL)

- after around ten minutes, both cats pattered back into the living room. you sighed, expecting them to wreak havoc again, but instead they both jumped up on the couch, and came to lay with you.

- you put your phone down as they did so, and jambo came to curl up right in your arms, whilst the other kitty laid in between your legs.

- you smiled, happy that the two kitties had finally calmed down. infact, everything was so calm and quiet that you felt yourself drifting off.

- it didn't take long for you to finally fall asleep, with the two cats being snuggled up to you, they gave you a lot of warmth.

- not long after you'd fallen asleep, schlatt had gotten home. he was grinning as he got to his front door, expecting you to be up with the cats, waiting for him.

- he opened the door, shouting a, "hey toots! i'm back!" as he walked down the hallway. as he rounded the corner to walk into the living room, his jaw literally dropped. very dramatic reaction from mr. schlatt here.

- his eyes travelled from you, to the black cat inbetween your legs, then to jambo, and he felt himself smile. maybe he even felt himself go a little pink.

- the fact you were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his house made his heart beat just that little bit faster, but he had no clue why.

- and then it hit him. as he looked at your pretty face again, studying you as if you were an art piece in a gallery, he realised he had feelings for you.

this was originally meant to be like. a proper fic. but i then realised that my brain cannot comprehend writing an actual story right now so it got turned into a bulleted thing i hope you dont mind (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

#sylv's writing :3 #it is. 2:13am. help.#jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt and jambo

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astermath · 11 months

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memory lane ु ₓ｡

summary: you and robin recall your first kiss together, and you want a rematch.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, like a tiny bit suggestive, normal font below!

notes: hey why is literally NO ONE writing for robin?? she’s so cute and so lovely and so ahdkdkd i’m in love w her

The sound of Blondie’s latest album fills the room, accompanied by the scent of incense and opened nail polish. The beige carpet and dark blue walls of your room had long become familiar to Robin, who’d honestly been spending more time at your house than hers recently.

The window was open to make the summer heat somewhat bearable. You both sat on the floor, your back to her chest as you painted her nails for her. Her chin was placed onto the crown of your head, fully relaxed into you as if she was your blanket. It could have been 50 degrees hotter outside, and your girlfriend would still find a way to cuddle up to you. She was always kind of clingy like that, not that you’d ever complain about it.

You hummed along with “Heart of Glass”, stroking the brush over her short nails to paint them a pretty red. “To match your cute uniform,” you’d told her, and it made her feel a little better about how silly the sailor outfit looked.

You always had a way of making things sound a lot better or approachable, which was helpful with a major over thinker like herself. Even before she’d start nervously rambling about whatever she was worried about, you’d sense it, and say something to calm her down. Which usually worked. Not always. Sometimes you’d just have to let her ramble.

“All done,” you gently took her hand in yours, careful not to smudge your hard work, and held it up for her to see.

“Wow, that’s way better than how I usually do them.” she chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Thanks baby.”

You giggled at her affection, her loose strands of blonde hair tickling your face. You’d made a habit out of doing Robin’s nails, her hair, her makeup… You were really good at anything beauty related, something she’d always admired about you.

“Remember when I did your nails the first time?” You turned your head so you could look at her, only to see the memory had brought a giddy smile to her face.

“How could I possibly forget? Was the best day of my life.” She chuckled. “Do you?”

You remembered it perfectly. Well, it was only four months ago, it would be pretty embarrassing if you didn’t. Still, the even the tiniest details were still so crisp in your mind.

The smell of her perfume when she hugged you goodbye at your doorstep.

The feeling of her hand in yours when you held it, keeping her from walking back out. Soft, but clammy.

The crooked, awkward smile she gave you, before she nodded, agreeing to stay a little longer in your room.

The nerves you both felt when you’d realized you’d never outwardly said this was a date, not the movie you both went to see, and not the time you spent in your bedroom. The fear of thinking the other might just see you as a friend, and that this would all be one big gay misunderstanding.

You specifically remember trying to gauge the situation when you were painting her nails for her, and tried to ask her about her type.

You recall how long it took for you to realize she’d been describing you.

You remember her hopeful smile. She remembers your surprised face, and the anticipation for rejection.

Only for you to grab her face and kiss her right then and there, almost knocking her over onto the scruffy carpet.

“I kinda wish I didn’t do it like that.” you confessed, cheeks warm from having just described your first ever kiss with Robin. Or with any girl, for that matter.

“Whaaaat?” Robin sat across you now, elbow leaned on her knees as she sat with her legs crossed. She’d been looking at you with a dreamy smile this entire time, wondering how she got so lucky. “For the record, I thought it was perfect.” She put her hands behind her on the carpet and leaned back, tilting her head slightly. “What would you have done different?”

“Well,” you sat on your knees, hands placed on your lap, “for starters, I would have been way smoother, like—“ You reach for her hand, pretending you’re doing her nails again. You trail your fingers up her arm, moving closer, until your hands settle on her shoulders. You’re looming over her, and she’s holding back from holding your hips for the sake of the scenario.

You flash a teasing smile, and Robin recognises that mischievous glint in your eyes, the one that makes her thighs rub together and her body tingle.

You reach out a hand, gently touching her cheek with the back of your fingers. “I’d ask you if you were into the type of girls that take care of you. That hold you, brush your hair… Do your nails…” You lean in, and whisper breathily over her lips, her eyes watching yours in anticipation. “The ones that…Take charge.” You straddle her hips and seal your lips together, her hands settling onto your hips and squeezing your soft skin there. She lets out what you can only make out to be a whimper into the kiss, her abdomen working hard to sit upright in this position.

That’s why you gently nudge her down onto the floor, hand holding the back of her head so it doesn’t come down with too much of an impact. You pull away from her, and she almost whines at the sudden loss of your lips on hers. You grin, reaching out to gently brush a lock from her face. “That’s how I’d do it.”

She just stares at you for a moment, so completely lovestruck and captivated by your beauty. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was, finding the loveliest, prettiest girl ever in Hawkins of all places. She figured she was going to be alone forever, or at least until she moved to a bigger city. Now she dreams of sharing that future with you instead.

“You okay baby?” You chuckle, a little proud that you’d managed to reduce her to a puddle so easily. You were both each other’s first girlfriends, so every kiss, every hug and every ‘I love you’ felt just a little different. A little better.

“Yeah, just uhm…” She breathed out a laugh, closing her eyes for a moment. “Wow.” She grinned. Sometimes it took a moment to truly take in that it was all real, that it wasn’t like those nights she’d laid awake dreaming of a life like this, no— you were there.

“Yeah,” you smile, full of adoration for the blonde girl beneath you. “Wow indeed.”

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king-paimon · 8 months

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Houseki no Kuni Chapter 103 Thoughts: Can't Stop the Inevitable But It'll Be OK (Maybe...)

Hello hello hello. Long time no see, Houseki no Kuni fandom! How have you all been? It's been a while. That hiatus Ms. Haruko Ichikawa took much longer than expected. That's fine by me because I've been pretty busy these past few months. Mostly the usual stuff; had some major ups and downs for me and those who I care about, annoying work/life events, though I had the wonderful opportunity to branch out and meet people who could help me with my career, found some new stuff to obsess over, etc. I honestly forgot about Houseki no Kuni for a little while until I saw the announcement about the latest chapter.

And now here we are.

This chapter was very dialogue heavy, though fairly straightforward. It seems to confirm some of the thoughts and theories other fans and myself had made back in chapter 102, though I left me asking a few new questions. They aren't big questions, but I just can't help but wonder...

This will definitely be one of my shorter posts because I don't have any big analytical thoughts here, just with lots of pictures from the chapter, so I'll make sure to add the spoiler tag. As always, please feel free to share your own thoughts in this post and sorry in advance for any mistakes or ramblings. Might add more later, but I can't promise anything.

Anyways, here we go!

It'll Be OK: Liberation Of Internalized Suffering

The interaction in this chapter was interesting. Like I stated above, this chapter confirms that Phos is scared of corrupting the new rock species or being the catalyst that would cause humanity to come back. They don't want to be the source of suffering again, even if it meant destroying the very last remaining piece of their original self. They were ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening, even by having the entity who hated humanity do the deed.

But what surprised me a little in this chapter was Eyeball. For one, even though he could have fulfilled Phos's request, he didn't. He claims that there's only a trace of humanity on Phos's remaining piece, but states that it'd go away over time, therefore there's no reason to destroy it, even though Phos initially wanted that. I'll get back to this part later.

The other thing that surprised me was how Eyeball was able to placate Phos's current mindset, at least for a little bit, and he do it in an interesting way. Eyeball basically told Phos "Hey, your fear might come true... but it'll be okay. If if comes to that, I'll figure something out. And you shouldn't worry too much about it even if it happens because all things will come to an end one day, including us, and things will start over again in some way. There's no point in stressing about that future, so don't worry about it."

In some ways, I kind of see this as Eyeball liberating Phos by taking some of their burdens onto himself by him stating that he'd be the one to figure out what to do if humanity did come back, not Phos, all the while dispelling Phos's other concerns by stating that Phos shouldn't waste their time worrying about what could happen. Phos's fears might come true... but so what? That's just how things go. Somethings are just out of your control and change is inevitable. Yes, it's stressful to worry about but that's just how it is. That's the strange beauty of it all, at least that's how I see it.

And I don't know about you, but I just really liked Eyeball's monologue through these pages.

In the end, I think this interaction helped Phos by the fact that despite their fears, they chose to tell the pebbles about what the Professor said and humanity. Because even though Phos understands that humanity is capable of doing horrible things, thanks to their own experience as a sufferer and perpetrator, they also understand that there are parts of humanity that is capable of creating wonderful things. I'm glad that Phos is the one who wants to take this task. Despite everything, Phos is taking it upon themselves to be the one to teach these aspects to the pebbles so they can have the freedom to figure out how they can learn and evolve from this point onwards. It may lead to a better version of "humanity" or it could lead to something very similar. Who knows? But at least Phos is (hopefully) giving them what they need to figure themselves out.

What will come from this interaction is anyone's guess and I'm hoping we will soon see within the next, and hopefully last, couple of chapters.

The Last Piece Of The Past: Why Keep it?

One of the things that this chapter left me questioning was the final piece of the original Phosphophyllite. Not only is this the last remainder of Phos, but it may be the very last piece of the last human descendants; not just for the gems, but for the admirabilis and the lunarians. If what Eyeball said about the Lunarians intentionally leaving a piece of Phos's untarnished self behind is true, my question.. is why? Why did they leave this behind in Phos?

Was this for Phos's benefit somehow? Is it supposed to remind them of their origins or who they represented they obtained their final deity form? Or is the piece supposed to serve as some sort of artifact that could be beneficial for future organisms that would form over the course of time?

At this point, I have no clue. If anyone has any theories, please feel free to add them or post them!

Until Next Time! (Hopefully sooner than 4 months...)

That's honestly all that I have at this point in time for this post. I may come back to it and add more, but I can't promise anything. I don't know how my future posts for the hopefully last chapters will go, but I'll be honest... I can't wait to see it end. I enjoyed this story and I'm still looking forward to see what happens next, but I'm ready to it end.

For those of you who like these rambles, thank you so much! I still love seeing everyone's thoughts and I can't wait to see what people think of this chapter.

Hopefully this will be the last hiatus Ms. Ichikawa will have and we'll be facing the true final stretch of this story.

Or maybe we'll face another hiatus after another couple of chapters.

We'll see.

See you later!

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #lotl #hnk thoughts #hnk spoilers #lotl spoilers #hnk chapter 103 #hnk spoiler #hnk phosphophyllite #hnk phos #haruko ichikawa #hnk meta #hnk manga #hnk manga spoilers

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dootznbootz · 1 month

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Hi! I want to know more about the Water wife, I´ve a really small understanding of this take on Penelope and i wANT TO KNOW MORE!!!!

Thanks for being so kind! 💙

I WILL HAPPILY

(understand that these are just headcanons/my ideas and I'm very silly)

Go through the tag of #my headcanons if you want more stuff though honestly, as...I write a LOT about her.

Not gonna lie, this is a LOT of rambling. Also certain things I won't say as I DO plan to someday write Odypen's courting and I want the readers to "fall in love" with her ALONGSIDE Odysseus. We already know him. But the Odyssey kind of keeps a lot of her intentions/sneakiness hidden on purpose because she's just as much of an enigma to Odysseus as the Narrator in a way. (it's one of the things I love so much about her). I hope to write her in a way that "reveals" HER as well.

Honestly I'll try and tag all my stuff with her with Water Wife (maybe without tm because...that was just for the silly and it's sometimes annoying to dig up the emoji thing on computer)

I take a lot of liberties with everything "nonmortal" (demigods, nymphs, etc.) because honestly it's just genuinely fun to write about plus I'm neurodivergent :P also have chronic pain, so I like writing SOME of my gals doing athletics. Mostly just Penelope and Helen being SUPER into it while other women have some activities they like. Ctimene for example, likes running and Anticlea woodcarving (who Odysseus learned it from)

Also silly thing, but one thing I always try to keep in mind is the idea of "A lot of people write women just reacting and not affecting" and I feel like people think Homer and other Ancient Greek Authors do that when...No. They write very dynamic and complex women. Penelope isn't JUST "sobbing" when the suitors are there. If it weren't for her schemes, she'd be married already. BUT NO!!! She's so cunning and held them off WITHOUT physical force!!!

"She should've killed them-" YEs! BUT there are also the political implications of that and xenia to consider!!! Literally at the end of the Odyssey, Athena has to calm everybody down!!! She couldn't do that without even more angry people coming at her!!! rtdyfugh ANYWAYS

I also take "likeminded" and sprint with it. For every shitty/wonderful thing Odysseus has done, she's rooting for it or would do something similar. They're as full of love as they are full of hate.

These two are that "evil couple" sometimes. She's sitting in his lap and they just humiliated someone publically and laugh at them and then they start nuzzling noses, giggling.

She's prideful in many ways as well and she's not against throwing someone under the bus if she needs to and WILL blackmail. You're afraid of snakes and she doesn't like you? "Oh my gosh! What do you think of my new snake necklace?"

She's pretty reckless often in her youth (Her and Odysseus both got that Adhd swag). For example, in my one fic's first chapter, it mentions how she ate a catfish that is making her sick. She rushed in and wasn't even thinking about "...Hey, isn't this one kind of weird?" She was pretending she was fine at first when she clearly wasn't as she doesn't like showing "weakness" (plus adrenaline). Also as she just gave birth like, 8-9 months before, she's in a weird funk of feeling strange about how her body has changed a bit despite recovering very well (water helps!). She's soooo happy she took the "beast" down. While sick, she knew she was reckless and mad at herself.

She's actually closest with Helen probably. Her siblings are a bit older than her and as she was born in a creek and quite smaller because of it (Naiads being affected by the waters they were born in) she got teased by some other naiads for quite a while. Helen is also, a little shit, in her own way so these two loved doing silly shit often. (Penelope, Helen, Menelaus, Castor, and Pollux, were this very strange little squad of kiddos who just...did random shit. They each have scars and knicks from their silliness (except Helen and Pollux))

Some of the scales she has on her arms and one shoulder, dry out quicker, from one of the times older naiads got a hold of her and kind of ripped at them :'D "Puddle girl"

It's something she carries with her in a way and when her water breaks with Telemachus, she hides it at first being like "Hey, let's head towards the caves!!!" until Odysseus realizes and he's so frustrated and upset with her has to scoop her up. (her stubbornness and recklessness) He scolds her after everything calms down like two weeks later.

Funny enough, I've had this idea for a LONG time even before I watched the 90's Odyssey. Odysseus just gives that vibe of "I'm not fucking leaving." don't he?

Odysseus: I can't believe you did that. The Canals were closer, Penelope- Penelope: I know but he'd be so much stronger if he were born in the caves and he is. AND I'm fine!!! I'm actually doing very well.

She hates bracelets. She usually ends up breaking them from messing with them too much.

Athena technically spoke with her first before Odysseus but Athena was WATCHING Odysseus for a longer time.

She's really close with her parents because her eldest sister got married quite young and her brothers are in the military. She goes running with dad often (let me have this) and she enjoys swimming (ofc), running, and pankration (Idk why I think it's really neat but I do)

She's got a scar on her temple that is kind of hidden by her hair from when she got washed away once when she was little (the scars she DOES have are because of her own novice attempts at healing, otherwise she doesn't have really any) and she's got a little crook in her nose, something she's self-conscious about as it was one of her first times "setting bone" with water and so it didn't end up perfect. It's not too noticeable but of course, you notice your own flaws more than others. (When she finally allows Odysseus to kiss her face, he immediately places a little kiss on her nose.)

There's...SO many more but yeah. a lot of basics.

#honestly for behavior? If you're thinking “that's something Odysseus would do.” then yeah. she MIGHT do it a different way #but she'd want the same result #Water Wife #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #ask #aaronofithaca05

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vegitoswife-archive · 10 months

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A/N: New indefinite fic project since, based on the last poll, a lot of people liked the idea of it! Certain parts may be chronological (which will be specified if so) but will in general be disconnected. Some parts may be lengthy, others short. It really depends on the prompt of them and what I can think up!

TAGLIST: @carnal-lnstinct / @yeowangies / @enayru (Like this post to be added to my tag list!)

Part 1 - Spending Time Together

CW(s): None.

★ VEGITO

-Despite how much he loved to train and exercise, you two actually got a lot of opportunities to hang around one another. Unfortunately, Vegito wasn’t really…used to it that much.

-All of Goku’s past friends very rarely sought him out for his company, his and Vegeta’s children all had their own lives, and he refused to go near Bulma or Chi Chi if he could help it, so he adapted to being alone virtually 24/7. Until you came along into his life, of course.

-He tried to hide it underneath his cocky and playful demeanor, but his fondness of you was incredibly obvious with how he sought out your company almost every day. You found it a little cute, but it additionally took on a different meaning when you learned that the chances of him being truly lonely were incredibly high. Too high. Even if he brushed off the questions, you could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t the happiest. Overall, it would likely do you both some good if you spent time getting to know one another better.

If you’re a practicing marital artist or someone who simply likes fighting, bonding with him over either or will be easy. Vegito would even be thrilled to spar with you, and see just how you’d fare against him.

If you have absolutely no combat experience, you could still have some engaging conversations with him over his own love of it. Being a Saiyan, he’s quite literally built for it. Vegito would easily get wrapped up in discussing his techniques and style, whether you understood the terminology or not, that he’d basically ramble with an enthusiastic shine to his eyes. It’s endearing.

-Outside of fighting-related activities, both of you would spend a lot of downtime in the comfort of your home. You have your own hobbies that you could try introducing to Vegito, but there’s a moderate chance depending on what they are that he either won’t understand them much or will think they’re a bit strange. Goku’s hobbies were very construction-based (the Son family’s home needed regular upkeep) and Vegeta…didn’t have hardly any hobbies at all, so Vegito wasn’t exactly dealt a deck of cards that helped him view the world outside the lens of a recluse. He was admittedly technology-inept on top of it.

-Don’t get him wrong, he likes to join you in doing things you find personal enjoyment in regardless of how weird or pointless they might come across as to him, but you’ll have to expect Vegito to be somewhat awkward with them…initially anyway. For example, he’s not going to be the best at playing a video game with you at first, but you’ll be surprised at how fast he can learn the ropes.

-If you’re an avid movie watcher, one activity you can always fall back onto with Vegito is sitting down on the couch and showing him the films you either like or think he’d get a kick out of. Especially those of the horror genre. He would be very amused in getting to see what typical things Earthlings define “horror” as being.

★ GOGETA

-If he’s not training, then chances are he’s with you.

-He honestly doesn’t really try to hide how much he likes being around you. He wouldn’t show it much on his face as he’s the stoic type, but if you ask him if he enjoys your company he’ll bluntly answer with something like “Yeah. Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

-He doesn’t talk to Goku’s past friends hardly ever, and he overall is a very reserved person. Being alone frankly doesn’t bother Gogeta much, but with you, the realization that ‘hey having someone else around is actually kind of nice’ lit up like a light switch had been flipped on. On certain days, he might even act like a puppy in a way. Just…following you around or just observing you quietly with a rather soft look.

-He’d like to learn about your hobbies, but if they’re tied to social media, he’ll definitely be staying out of them. He really values his privacy. If you’re into them: the only video games he’d ever be remotely interested in are puzzle games (especially the innovative types), but since those usually aren’t multiplayer you can’t count on him to play anything with you unless you catch him on a real good day & he feels like humoring you.

-Sure, it’s easy to discuss matters related to fighting with him, but you’ll find that he’s surprisingly very introspective; if not philosophical. There’s a lot on Earth and out in the cosmos that’s either barely known or utterly unknown. It’s not an uncommon thing to find the mysteries of life and existence itself engaging, and despite being one of the most powerful beings in the universe who has personally dealt with supernatural things, the same goes for Gogeta. His nature as a fusion already throws what’s accepted as “natural life” into disarray.

-It might be cliché, but he would greatly enjoy settling down with you somewhere quiet at night to stargaze or the like and chat with you about your own feelings about a variety of things. You can be a ‘deep thinker’ too or the sort who maintains a simplistic view of life, it won’t matter. He just wants to put in true effort to understand you, like how you do with him.

-Something else you may find surprising is that Gogeta does like to read. Have any books? You could lend one or more to him (don’t worry he’ll take good care of them) and see if they catch his interest. After he potentially finishes them, you could have discussions with him over them. Maybe he’ll have the same opinions as you, maybe not, or maybe you both could have fun ripping into the terrible story or characters.

-In general, your time with Gogeta will primarily be you both enjoying one another’s presence. Unless he feels up to talking, he’s content to merely sit or lie in silence with you. He doesn’t care for small talk, and definitely doesn’t need it to remain keen on sticking around you if you both aren’t doing anything at the moment. Expect most days to be relatively chill.

#my writing #boyfriend scenarios #vegito imagines #gogeta imagines #self shipping community #selfshipping #dragon ball fanfiction #vegito x reader #gogeta x reader #x reader

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elshells · 1 year

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Welcome, Traveler! * * *

Introduction

Hello! Ella here, it's nice to meet you. How did I get here? That's not important. Welcome to my page!

This blog mainly functions as a writer's blog. I've been writing original fiction for five years now, but I've been a storyteller at heart for even longer. Science fiction, fantasy, and horror is where I'm happiest—‌contemporary fiction is great, but I'm not truly happy without robots, dragons, or a witch's curse thrown into the mix. I may even write a poem or two if the mood strikes, though I'm still relatively new to poetry.

I also draw, sometimes. It's been a long time since I've dedicated time to making art, and I've lost a lot of my mojo, but it's still a hobby of mine. Maybe one day, I'll end up posting something here!

If I'm not doing any of that, I might hop on just to say whatever thoughts are on my mind. Honestly, who knows what I'll do? Certainly not me. But hey, I make the rules, and mostly, I'm here to have fun!

I would love to get to know some of y'all, especially in the writing community, so don't be shy to reach out! I'll admit that I don't always know how to make the first move, but I enjoy a good chat!

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—‌Currently in my 20's and pursuing a degree in English with a concentration in creative writing, another major in gender, sexuality, and race studies, and minors in music performance and publishing and printing arts. So, naturally, I can be a busy gal.

—‌As a writer, my goal is to publish within the next four years (researching the indie route atm). I also have aspirations to be an actor, especially in community theatre and voiceover work. We'll see how all that goes!

—‌I've played the flute for nine years, and am slowly learning guitar and piano. Eventually I'd love to learn my way around a drum set as well, if I ever find the discipline!

—‌I love to swim, and I took horseback riding lessons for several years. Beyond that, I'm pretty much hopeless at sports, especially the ones where a ball gets thrown around. My depth perception and hand-eye coordination leave much to be desired.

—‌I volunteer at my local zoo and aquarium as a guide and environmental advocate, and more recently, I've started teaching swim lessons.

—‌If you ever think I say something funny, there's a 75% chance that it was unintentional. I like to crack jokes, but I rarely think I'm funny in real life.

—‌I welcome asks and tag games, and will eagerly jump on any opportunity to ramble about my WIPs, OCs, and what have you. Granted, it takes me forever and a day to respond to literally anything (I'm so sorry), but know that I've seen them and will reply eventually! I'd love to get to know you and your writing :)

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mitochondriencocktail · 2 months

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Hey, this is a very random question, but i just gotta ask.

I freaking love dancing towards bethlehem and Besane Su Naše Noći. They are my comfort fic, whenever i need some warmth, i can always re-read your beautiful poetry of a fic.

And some day, when they're done, i would love to print it and bind it into a handmade book.

The book's gonna be bound by me by hand, and it's just gonna be a one of a kind collection for myself.

But, i gotta ask for your permision to do it, what do you think?

(Sorry for the ramble, and please, feel free to answer or not, either way, thank you so much for writing. You and cripplingdepresso are two very skilled human being)

Oh my gosh this is just the sweetest message to receive 🥺💕 I'm like honestly almost speechless?? This would be such an amazing honor and knowing that what we've written has brought people comfort and joy and moved them emotionally is just so touching. It feels like the highest honor as a writer.

I give you my absolute blessing with printing and binding the books with a request that, if you're comfortable with it, you show me how they look afterwards! I think it's absolutely beautiful that you're capable of that! It's such an amazing skill.

Thank you again, I'm going to cherish your words forever 💕

Tagging @oneshotdepresso also :)

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missoblaine · 1 month

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Tag Game!

Yay tag game! I was tagged by @evaofkonoha and I am tagging @shameless-fujoshi to do this (if you want to haha).

Are you named after anyone?

Nope! I like my name though 😊

What sports have you played?

If dancing counts as a sport then I danced for about fifteen years quite intensely! Otherwise, no. I dislike sports so much actually 😣 I used to pretend to be sick to get out of PE at school. I don't like the physicality and conflict and outside-ness of many sports. I am a squishy little indoors person!

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes! It is why writing in Sasuke's voice is easier for me than writing in Naruto's.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Hmm, I don't meet new people often actually. I think in general, I am not very good at reading people and it takes me a while to properly make friends. I think both online and IRL, I notice someone's way of speaking/writing/communicating. Their tone and voice and word choice etc.

What's your eye colour?

Very dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't do scary movies eeek. Thrillers, I can do, and I enjoy watching people play scary games sometimes, but horror is too much for me. In general movies are kind of overwhelming for me, I don't watch many of them!

So by default, I guess I like happy endings? I do think for me to enjoy them they have to be purposeful and earned (not necessarily by the characters but by the story).

Any talent?

Writing! While it has ebbed and flowed in its presence over the course of my life, it has always been with me in some form and I am proud of how I have grown with it, especially in the last two years. I am a pretty fast reader as well so I guess that's another one?

What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, board games, and occasionally crafting things (sewing, crochet, painting miniatures).

Do you have any pets?

My partner has a dog!

How tall are you?

155cm. I am pretty short lol.

Dream job?

I am honestly quite happy with my current job (board game adjacent, relatively not stressful, lets me play with spreadsheets lol). I think my dream job is just not working tbh or doing something just mentally stimulating enough but not stressful and getting paid well for it! 😅 Isn't that the dream?

I will say, I wouldn't want to do any of the creative hobbies I love dearly, especially writing, as a job as I strongly believe it would ruin my love for them.

My answer to this particular question got very long so the rest is under the cut if you are interested in my thoughts. Otherwise, if this is your off ramp - thank you for reading and thank you to @evaofkonoha again for tagging me 🥰

rambling (a.k.a. why i don't want to write as a job)

Even if I worked for myself and got to create the things I wanted, I don't believe I would enjoy it, perhaps simply because it would be a job and it would become something I had to do instead of chose to do. I also believe that whatever I created wouldn't feel truly mine. I think part of the joy of a hobby is getting to do it whenever, however, whyever you want - I value that freedom highly.

For example, if I were to write a novel, even if I wrote it for myself, I would need to, eventually, pitch it to agents/publishers etc and it would always be in the back of my mind that 'this needs to be something that an agent/publisher believes would sell'. Even if I wrote it exactly as I wanted, perhaps someone further down the publishing line would ask for changes to improve its commercial value because, hey, they have to make money too, no? (And perhaps this view is jaded from working in a retail/sales environment for a couple years but if anything, I am even more sure of it now.)

From my time in uni studying creative writing (in which we got some experience pitching short pieces/essays to journals/student publications), I saw the level of ambition needed to succeed in a career like this and I just…don't want that kind of stress to be tied to my finances and living situation. I don't want my ability to be creative (which can wax and wane with the moon, it feels) to be what my paycheck hinges on. Perhaps this is because my creativity is so personal and sacred to me - it is the channel via which my soul interacts with the world - but perhaps it is to everyone? Maybe I am simply very sensitive about it, as I am with many things.

Studying creative writing made me fall out of love with the craft for a couple years, constantly overthinking my words and weighing them against form, content, industry, moral and message. I distinctly remember writing an memoir/essay I was quite proud of part way through my third year (within which I was quite vulnerable about myself) and being disappointed with my final grade on it, as it was so detached from my own personal pride in it. (To be fair though, looking back, it was not as technically sound as I had believed it at the time.)

To be clear, it is not that I wish to create completely void of external input and influence, and I do understand the importance of assessment and external feedback when it comes to developing technical skill! But for the point where I am in my life now, where I have done some formal learning and am starting to realise the infinity and freedom of informal learning, I just think there is a sweet spot where the amount and type of external input/influence is nuturing and kind and motivating and authentic. Too little influence and it can feel like screaming into the void - no resonance. Too much and . . . well, you get the above experience, where it feels like the thing you created as well as the process of creation becomes no longer wholly yours.

For me and what I have learned thus far in my life, my writing is best as this weird wildspace. That's what works for me! And I share my writing online in the purest sense of that word - share - because I want to show this small community something that means something to me, with no kind of transaction behind it. It's just out there, and you're also out there, and if you stumble upon it (or go looking for it) I hope this thing that means something to me means something to you too. I hope it creates resonance with you in this incomprehensible vastness of life.

Um, yeah. That's cool to have that written out and articulated! Thanks for reading 😊

~13/03/2024

#tag game

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mossycattail · 8 months

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seeing as how i have recieved a fair number of new people following me recently, i figure it might be time to finally make a pinned intro post XD

hey howdy hey, my name is Oliver, but you can call me Ollie if youd like! i use he/they pronouns, and am 18 years old. please respect my dni, you will be warned once then blocked if you violate it

my blog is kind of all over the place, but there is a general theme of grubby cave dweller :]

my asks are always open to any ask games i have posted, as well as moodboard requests and doodle requests! if you want to commission me, we can talk in dms or on discord! for safety reasons i will only give my discord info to those who ask for it, so be sure to hit me up for that :D

i do have some general organizational tags i use, they will be listed under the cut to keep the message sweet and simple, but search these up if youre looking for something specific! theyre often also tagged with more specific things like acab or health to narrow it down, but these are general ones

ramblings of a mountain hermit - my original posts, or posts that ive added my thoughts to

angry barking - honestly mostly political stuff, just things in general that im upset about

saving for later - pretty self explanatory, usually this is stuff relating to diy projects or things about physical media

haha funnies - jokes, memes, sillies, goofs, the like :]

not my art - art i enjoy!

moots - anything involving my moots, ily guys

ask game !! - any ask games!

mecore - things that i relate to

#ramblings of a mountain hermit #intro post #<3

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rubbcrhosemoved · 7 months

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🌈 ― aesthetically pleasing blog ⭐️ ― convincing portrayal of a canon character 💻 ― excellent writing 🌼 ― creative headcanons 🎙️ ― great to talk to 📚 ― nice threads to read 🎀 ― all-around kind person 🥇 ― well-developed oc 😍 ― admiring from afar 📌 ― a staple on the dash

(Wrxthfulguard)

★ ★ ★ Hey. You're awesome.

🌈 ― Aesthetically pleasing blog

Someone pays attention to this sorta stuff? I mean akjeg I dunno. I know @ragnofiglia has some nice graphics and is sweet all around.

⭐️ ― Convincing portrayal of a canon character

Again, I don't really care for that shit. You write any character you want and I'll probably love it. I'm not that hard to please.

💻 ― Excellent writing

Every single one of you mother fuckers. Seriously.

🌼 ― Creative headcanons

Probably @fizzarolliandfriends? I at least enjoying reading Ro's ideas and rambling since a lot of them align with some of my own. Same hat? Same hat.

🎙️ ― Great to talk to

Is it bias if I tag @shadowtoons-arinanon my partner? They allow me to be my chaotic and authentic self and bring out my inner Fizz who I would bring here but I dunno. It's dumb.

📚 ― Nice threads to read

My head is burning uh... I enjoy reading @strikers-saloon's threads and or commentary. I just really like their Striker and how much of a gremlin he is.

🎀 ― All-around kind person

I think @hellsmayflower is hella rad and sweet. Good OC too. I love writing with Mayleene even if my attention span sucks.

🥇 ― Well-developed OC

@phisaya / @deepspacevivarium has some pretty good OCs. I adore Phisaya as well as some of her other ones that occasionally appear on the dash. That and her art is cute so that's an added bonus. I don't know if it counts since it's technically a canon character but at this point it's developed into an OC I guess but @kugel-bitch as well. Also-- YOU! I really like Don. You're doing good. Keep up the good work.

😍 ― Admiring from afar

@polaroidxcamera / @snapshotxsinners honestly... One day I'll stop being so shy and anxious and we'll do something!

📌 ― A staple on the dash

I still don't get what this means but @arachn0philia is always nice to see on the dash and @cxffeeshxp as well. @king-of-wrath uh... @ladiesofhell and a lot of others really. I like seeing you on the dash and having fun.

#ASKS ➡#cant sleep so more positivity because we need it yeah? yeah

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riddle-me-ri · 11 months

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This is not a request, but... rather an interest in your thoughts on this matter. How do you think BTAS Dork Squad will react if S/O dies, but receives "Jason Todd-style treatment", that is, rebirth through the Lazarus Pit, and returns to them? How quickly will they find a new mate, if at all, will they look for a new mate?

Hey anon! First of all thanks for sending this! It's nice to know people are interested in my thoughts and takes! So I appreciate the ask and interest!

Now...onto the a wee bit of angst cause that's what it will most likely be hnng. And because I tend to ramble, I'm adding a read more tag..so sorry lol

There's no doubt that for each of the members of the Dork Sqaud...they would be absolutely distraught at the loss of their significant other. We kind of plump them together as the Dork Squad in the fandom for numerous reason, one of them being, I think, is because they are in fact dorks...they're socially awkward and unsure about interactions...especially (again, allegedly) in terms of romance.

The time, effort, devotion, and process to get to that point with each member...is no easy feat for any of the guys or their partners. But it's absolutely worth it when they're able to be their most authentic selves and still be loved and supported for who they are.

All the more reason why the loss is absolutely tremendous. I highly doubt they would be in a rush to find another partner. It's just...they don't think the odds of finding someone like their original partner is exactly in their favor. Not that they were particularly looking when they met their late partner, but that's what made them so special, a miracle in all honestly.

Much like how their partner just...came back to them...I can imagine it's a bit...shocking and startling. I don't doubt the Dork Squad will think their mind is playing with them. They won't believe their partner is real.

Jervis has dreamt of his partner being back with him, they were always so real...he'll think it's another dream. Jonathan has a new fear, and it's feeling his loss over and over again, and its a repeated nightmare. Edward believes it's his sleep deprived mind playing tricks, trying to trick him to go to bed...to sleep alone.

For their partner to miraculously be alive...it'll take time for them to accept it as truth. Even when they're newly alive partner tries to explain, its just all so overwhelming and too much.

However, once the shock is over, and it really sinks in that their partner is back...back just the way they were before the dork squad lost them. The guys are overjoyed, and relieved. You can be believe they won't let anything happen to their partner again.

#ri rambles #ri answers

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laureliciousdefinition · 2 years

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Wicked Game | pt. 6 | Javier Peña X reader

Summary: what a wicked game to play- to make me feel this way.

Rating: 18+ as always!

Warnings/tags: not much for this chap, other than angst.

A/N: our final chapter (minus the epilogue) has arrived! I’m honestly feeling really emotional about it- this is my first ever multi-part series and I’m really proud of it. Thank you SO much to anyone who has read it, left me kind messages, and given me so much continued encouragement. It means more to me than you’ll ever know! more ramblings on this at the end. For now, enjoy<333

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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6 days.

Specifically, 142 hours and thirty-four minutes.

(Not that you were counting.)

That was how long it had been since Javier had called you from the airport, and the gut-twisting feeling he gave you then hadn’t left you since.

You’d been through plenty of breakups in life, though most of them were in high school and the early days of college before meeting your husband. None of them could ever measure up to the way this felt; and it wasn’t even a real breakup. What the two of you shared was beyond that- you were two people who had become so intertwined in the messy vines of each other’s lives, but now Javier’s vines had been ripped out and torn yours in the process.

To make it worse- he hadn’t called. He hadn’t called like he promised, and you were stuck waiting by that damn phone like a fool during all your spare time. You tried to throw yourself into your work but your boss had dropped into your office for a quick word, seen your slumped over state at your desk, and given you a few days off to collect yourself. You told her it was issues with your marriage- not technically untrue. You were just exhausted from sitting up by the phone, cursing it anytime it rang and you didn’t hear Javier’s voice on the other end.

It was on day 7, hour 154, that you finally did.

“Javi?”

Your voice was rough, scratchy after several days of barely using it.

“Hey, baby.”

His voice was soft, almost whispering as if he didn’t want to be heard, but laced with a tenderness that ripped open the wound all over again.

For the first time with him, you weren’t sure what to say.

“How… how are you?” You asked hesitantly, restlessness seeping through your chest.

You heard him sigh. “I’m… alright. I’ve been staying with my pops, helping him around the property. Keeps me busy.”

Though you were still upset with him, you felt your heart thaw a little at the mental image of him and his dad spending quality time together. You knew from what he’d told you that they hadn’t gotten much of that since Javi left Texas.

A silence washed over you both, starkly different from the comfortable ones you always lapsed into. This was a heavy silence, thick and weighing down on your entire body until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why didn’t you call?” You asked quickly, trying to hide the wavering in your voice.

Javier hesitated for a moment. “I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to give you your space.” He spoke slowly, the earnest nature of his words clear. They didn’t do much to soothe you, however.

Javi, I didn’t need space, I needed you,” you pleaded. Why were you already about to cry? Why was this wound so much deeper than anything you’d ever experienced?

He sighed once more, but not out of frustration with you. Only himself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I know that was wrong. I just… don’t think I was ready to face you.”

Now it was your turn to let out a sigh- a shaky one, one that willed your hot tears back from the brink of spilling. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me,” You waited a moment before continuing. “But you did, Javi.”

“Baby, please don’t cry,” he added quickly, hearing the crack in your voice. His whole body burned with shame- he never wanted to make you feel this bad. You didn’t deserve that, or any of this.

Sniffling quietly, you replied. “I’m not mad at you, I could never be. Not truly, at least. I just… you just left. It came out of nowhere, and I know your work life isn’t my business but I mean, my god, Javi. I have no one down here, and you left without a word of warning. That was… that was fucked up.”

The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now, too many that were too persistent for you to bother holding them back. You’d only allowed yourself to cry that first night, but you’d spent the last week keeping it in as best as you could. It was like something told you that if you didn’t cry, it wasn’t real; but this was very, very real.

Javier felt his own throat burn, and it felt like every muscle in his body was straining not to cry at your vulnerable, teary words. He knew there was nothing he could say right now to fix this situation, no matter how badly he wanted to.

“I’m sorry.”

His words were nearly whispered, a weak response that he kicked himself for. You deserved so much more than that and yet he couldn’t find any words that did you justice.

A long pause sat between the two of you before you finally spoke.

“So… what now?” You asked hoarsely, not even sure how you wanted him to respond.

“When do you come back to the states?” He answered your question with another question, to your annoyance.

Your eyes flicked over to the calendar pinned to your kitchen wall. “My flight leaves December 5th. Why?” You asked suspiciously, knowing where this was probably headed.

He waited a beat. “You could.. come here, for the holidays. We’ve got plenty of room, or you could-“

You interrupted him, pain evident in your voice. “Javi, please stop. I- I can’t do that. I have to go back, go back to my life, my home. I can’t just pretend none of that exists.”

Your heart ached at your words. Of course you wanted to go to Texas and be with Javier again. He made you feel so complete- you’d spent the last few days as an unfulfilled shell of a human. But you couldn’t keep pretending like you had been doing in Colombia; when you left, it would all come back to you. The husband, the job, the house, the mortgage. No, you weren’t happy about it, but you couldn’t just drop all of it.

Right?

Javier kept his tone even, though he was stung a little from your rejection. “Just… think about it. Please? That’s all I ask of you. If you decide not to, you’ll never hear me ask again. But please…” his eyes shut, and his head rested against the wall. “Just think about it.”

You rubbed your temples, your whole body tense. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Okay. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

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Although the last few weeks that you spent in Colombia weren’t under the happiest of circumstances relationship-wise, things certainly had picked up at work. This was something greatly appreciated by you, enjoying the chance of a distraction after you’d been allowed back in the office.

The continuing investigations and attempts to catch Escobar had come to a height, which meant long days and nights clacking away at your typewriter as new information became available. Your agency had been churning out what seemed like hundred of pieces on the story, only several making it to the local news channels and the papers. It was becoming so intense that you almost considered extending your contract, desperate to keep contributing what you could, finally feeling like you were working for something bigger.

But just a few days later, only two short days before you were set to leave, you realized wouldn’t have to bother extending.

They finally got him.

Cheers had erupted through your office when the news broke. You couldn’t help but celebrate; this man had caused so much pain for so many people. Friends and family of your coworkers. You’d experienced four months, but this had been going on for the better part of their lives. You’d seen the devastation first hand- they all deserved to celebrate for a moment.

One of the receptionists darted out to buy a bottle of champagne, quickly stepping back in and popping it for everyone. You allowed yourself to indulge for a bit, but you slipped out early, seeking the comfort of your quiet apartment. When you returned, you slipped off your work shoes and sank into your couch, not bothering to turn the lights on.

You closed your eyes, reflecting on all that had occurred during your time in the country.

You though about how your agency had been amongst several to receive the photo of the agents posing with Escobar’s body, something that unsettled you but you kept to yourself for the sake of not ruining the party, and you spotted the blonde man in the middle. You knew it was Steve, someone you hadn’t met but had created a mental image of through several stories from Javi. He was one of the few people Javier seemed to trust, and knowing that his partner had been there should’ve made you feel better. But it didn’t- you actually felt worse. You knew how much Javier had contributed to the hunt. He’d collected so much intel, worked so hard for it all, even sacrificing his own career for the greater good of the mission. He deserved to be there when it happened, but he wasn’t.

Though it might be selfish, you thought about how much you longed to comfort him right now. You knew he was probably sleepless, stuck in his childhood home drinking his night away to numb the pain and embarrassment he felt.

You thought about how you’d tell him that he did enough. That this one mistake didn’t define his whole career. That you were so proud of him for all he did, though you knew he wouldn’t believe you. No matter- you’d pull him into your arms and let the embrace say what words couldn’t.

Against your will, you thought about his offer from a few days ago. You imagined that happy scene you used to find comfort in, the two of you spending the holidays together like you’d always wanted to. It would be so nice, so comforting- but it was unrealistic. It made you feel despondent; You couldn’t just get a divorce, it wasn’t that simple. None of it was. But… that marriage had stolen so much of you from yourself. How were you supposed to go back, when you knew your heart would never be in it?

A frustrated groan left you, laying your head back on the back of the couch. After staying this way for a few moments, you took a deep breath before rising and moving to your bedroom.

You dug your suitcases out of your closet and began packing your belongings back into them, just as you had a few months ago.

Though it was two days early, you’d had enough; it was time to go home.

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The airport was surprisingly busy given that it was nearing 1:00 AM by the time you’d arrived. Luckily, you’d been able to secure a last minute ticket, the plane taking off at 2:35 AM.

After getting your affairs in order for the flight, you made your way over to the payphone area. Your hands shook as you inserted your coins, anxiety rippling down your spine. Were you really about to do this? Was this a mistake, should you just-

“Hello?”

Your husband’s voice came through the dull speaker. Your heart began to pound so hard you could feel it in your stomach.

“Hey.” You breathed out shakily.

“Honey? Is that you?” He sounded confused.

You glanced down at the gold band around your finger. “Yeah… it’s me. I need to talk to you.”

The ironic parallel of this conversation happening in the exact same place that yours and Javi’s had was not lost on you. Perhaps someday you’d laugh about it.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

His voice was unfortunately relaxed, unaware of how badly you were trembling with the words you knew you had to say.

“Are you… are you happy?” You asked, closing your eyes.

“Uh… yeah? I guess? Why do you ask?”

You gripped the side of the booth, knuckles white.

“I’m not happy.”

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” He replied lamely. “You’re coming home in a few days, though!” He was so cheery and unaware and it made you sick.

“No… I mean, I’m not… happy. With us.”

No taking it back now.

He took a moment to answer. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you said, summoning all the courage you could find. “I don’t… love you. Anymore.” You inched the words out, and they dragged through your throat.

Silence came through. So long that you thought the call dropped until he finally said,

“Oh.”

“I’m so.. so sorry. You and I- we had a good run, and I-“

“Shut up.” He spat. You winced, knowing you deserved this. “Just- shut up. I can’t… I can’t believe this.”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes. This was what you wanted, you knew that in your heart. But this was a relationship that, for better or for worse, you’d committed almost ten years of your life to. And though you felt a weight off your chest from finally telling him, you still felt rotten.

“I fucking knew this was gonna happen. I knew it. All my friends said you’d leave me but no, I never believed them. I always defended you.” He was angry, and understandably so, but it was honestly hard to process him showing so much emotion over, well… anything.

He continued, words growing more heated.

“I loved you. Maybe I wasn’t the best at showing it, but I did. I gave you a good life, wasn’t that enough for you? You know, my mom always said you were a greedy little bit-“

Panic overcame you and you slammed the phone back onto the receiver.

You inhaled sharply, allowing a few tears to run down your cheeks before you quickly wiped them away.

Eventually, you would have to speak with him again to actually get the divorce. But right now, there was only one person you wanted to hear from, and you prayed he was awake.

Fishing a few more coins out of your bag, you dialed the number he’d given you the other night. It was his dad’s home phone, and in the back of your mind you thought about how your mom taught you never to call a landline after 9:00 PM… but mom’s advice be damned.

“…hello?” Javier’s voice came through the phone slowly and groggily, clearly having been asleep.

“Javi.” A sigh of relief left your lips. “I’m so glad you answered.”

When he responded, he was noticeably more alert. “Baby?” Your heart tugged at the use of the pet name.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. It’s me.”

“What are you doing up? Are you okay?” His voice was deep from slumber.

“I told him I didn’t love him.”

Unbeknownst to you, Javier’s eyes widened. He rubbed a hand down his face, processing your words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated, this time with a different connotation. He spoke gently, as if dealing with a frightened animal.

“I will be.” You sighed. “I really wish you were here right now.”

His eyes shut, brows drawing in tightly. “Me too.” He said quietly.

You were both quiet for a moment before Javier piped back up.

“Where are you?”

You heard his bed creak as he sat up. “The airport. I’m leaving early, I can’t be here anymore.”

He thought carefully about his next words. “Where are you going?”

This time, it was you who chose to answer his question with a question. “That offer from the other night still stand?” A small smile played on your lips.

Javier spoke breathlessly. “Of course.”

A jingle rang out through the loudspeaker above you, signaling that an announcement was about to be made.

‘El vuelo 523 a Laredo ya está abordando.’

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Well friends, that’s it for now! I have a small epilogue planned for this, but otherwise this is the end of the story. Once again thank you SO much for reading this series, your support means the world to me. I love Javier and this story so much and I really hope you can see that in my writing. I hope if you liked this that you’ll stick around, I’ve got some really fun upcoming projects!!! In the next few weeks I’ve got a Mando oneshot dropping, a new Javi series starting, and some Joel miller stuff which I’m super excited about! Things are looking good for September baby 😎

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Greetings!

Hi, it is I, the person who you (now formerly) know as 🐉Anon! Was quite subtle with my anon moniker wasn't I? Eheh...

Anyhow, Yeah, so this is me. You may have seen me among the people liking your posts!

If you wanna, feel free to check out my blog. You… won't see much, save for some reblogs and my atrocious tagging on one of them LOL. I've got plans to post stuff there eventually, just not really sure what I wanna cook up, and the motivation for it also has its way of popping up at inconvenient times (example: I have a part-time job, and motivation tends to pop up then 💀). Okay, that first bit was kind of a lie, I know the kinds of things I wanna post about (those things being mainly OC-related stuff, as well as some fanfiction if I’m able to get myself to actually write my ideas out), I’m just having trouble figuring out where to start. I was thinking I should probably make a sorta “introduction post” before anything else, but I’m still figuring that out, among other things with this whole blog thing. I’m honestly pretty new to this sorta thing, hehe…

But that’s beginning to get off-topic! So anyway, yeah! Happy to join the moot crew, I look forwards to seeings the things you’ve got in planning, and maybe sharing!

As a sorta special something for you, the other moots, and the remaining emoji anons (if they wanna) to participate in, allow me to pose a little query for the community.

What is a fandom that you enjoy very much, but don’t really write for, or simply don’t talk much about for whatever reason?

For me, I’d have to look to my current hyper-fixation (as well as just in general being a childhood fav of mine), Transformers! Where I start with this one? It's kind of hard for me to put into words just how deeply this one in particular has touched me. I've It’s just such a truly incredible franchise with that is packed to the brim with many lovable (and extremely hateable), vibrant characters, and phenomenal stories across the numerous continuities crafted by countless very skilled writers tackling deep and often dark themes, and it honestly just has such a special place in my heart. And hey, the basis of a setting following the struggles of two faction of a race of shapeshifting alien robots and literal eon spanning war does have a certain flair to it, no?

But I’ve rambled on long enough now, haven’t I?

Until next time!

i meant to answer this sooner BUT!!!!!! i am here now!!!! YOU. YOU WERE ONE OF THE "blorbo from my notes" PEOPLE, SOMEONE WHO WAS ALWAYS LIKING MY POSTS HAHA don't worry. you were not the only non-subtle emoji anon LMAO

that is so real and valid, motivation just does pop up at the worst of times. it's happened to me in the middle of standardized tests and other timed events before. it is both a blessing and a curse! introduction posts are a pretty good place to start, i think. but take your time fr it can be hard to figure out where and when to begin!!!

ohh for me, it might very well be voltron: legendary defender, or something of the like! i have a lot of fandoms i just Don't talk about, and there's really no reason why--i just don't. or it never comes up in conversation HAHA i also like gravity falls and good omens, things of that nature. i don't have the attention span to finish supernatural but i was into it for a while! but honestly that is so real, i have similar feelings about vld. i should rewatch it. it was a fundamental, formative experience for me in middle school. this shit is why i'm into hsr /hj........ but it is very dear to me!!!! there is a special place in my heart for the paladins <3

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