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Did Vittorino and Leon potentially know each other? I figured since Vittorino knew Dante, He'd know Leon by association!
If not, what would it be like if they did know each other?
Hmmmm….. difficult to answer! They might have crossed paths, but, I doubt Leon wants to willingly interact with Vittorino much. Vittorino would probably make Leon uneasy and afraid of any sudden actions (by vittorino). If they knew each other, at most probably were in similar group activities at the Basilica, but, Leon was a higher rank than Vittorino, so, Vittorino might’ve behaved better around him. Who is to know…..
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YAY
#fanart#my art <3#my art#eddsworld#ew tord#811 ryker#811 fanart#tord fanart#ew fanart#plum juice art#ew tom#homestuck#w2h#invader zim#ocs#sock sowachowski#ask#homestuck fanart#w2h sock#ew art
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Gimmie asks
#i love asks#jane doe rambles#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#cofaom#the fandom tags are for reach#811#silent hill 4#slashers#fnaf#batim#john doe game
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« Who’s next? »
I've fully redone this art like three times, im dead
(song: Stromae - quand c’est?)
#fanart#8:11#811 game#8:11 fanart#811 fanart#funfact that nobody asked i call him lamp-eyed#i still dont like it much tho#dante#811#8:11 game
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End of year asks, 21 and 11?
thanks!!
21. What's something new about your place of residence now vs the start of the year?
Well not precisely new I guess but the occasional scurrying noises I would hear in the walls of my apartment turned out to be squirrels and they're so frequent now I'm losing my mind. Picture a washcloth being wrung out that's the state of my nerves lol
11. Something you want to do again next year?
Visit faraway friends!! I got to meet some tumblr & discord friends over across the ocean this year and it was lovely :))
(end of year asks)
#im sure there's things other than the squirrels happening here but ohh my god the squirrels are my nemesis right now ://#ask game#red-umbrella-811
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Wordle 810 4/6*
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Wordle 811 5/6*
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#lakimusings#wordle#i forgor 🤡#i got my flu shot then had class#and before that there was splatfest so i was busy doing that#anyway here you go 🩵#811 was a 🍅🍅🍅 moment#i hate it when its an easily rhymable word#especially when i’m on hard mode bc if i get the rhyme bit early on i’m stuck guessing 1 letter at a time#and that can be a killer depending on the word#also vaguely getting into the multiple wordles again (quordle octordle sedecordle etc)#but i won’t post them here unless yall ask bc they have long results#i could just post under the cut tbh but then next thing you know its a whole ass page including worldle and concludle and connections etc#so#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#probably not connections tbh some of those are hard and i am not immune to cheating
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HOKLD ONNNNNN u know the game 8:11?? Nice!! I don't meet ppl that know this game so wow I'm now gonna spam you with 8:11 shit if that is fine w/ you?
Of course I do! I got into it like a year back or so but never found much content for it so I was kinda upset </3 Glad to see that more people are finding out about this game though!!
And YES PLEASE!! Spam me with it I don't mind!
Also heh I adore this funky lil game <3 This has got to be one of the most funniest scene and no I will not shut up about it because ITS JUST SO FUNNY
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Can I please have SCP 811 with swampy things like moss and squishy stuff? No knives please, they make me nervous.
𝙄𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙩
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜
𝙔𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙜 𝙋𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢
Character: Scp 811 🪵
Requested by: (@anonymous)
#scpstimm#scp fandom#scp foundation#scp#scp aesthetic#aesthetics#anon ask#scp 811#character aesthetics#aesthetic
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"this is temporary."
lol yes I know.
#he was coughing as he cut out that drywall#I asked 'do you want a mask??'#he said 'do you have one????'#so I reached into my box of 3m auras and handed him one#do i have a mask lolllll#anyway that'll be done tomorrow morning#waiting on 811 for the fence 🙄
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i'm in love with your design of oscar
aw thank you <3 this means a lot, i care about him very much so i really do appreciate it
#asks#he only went through One minor change ever since i first drew him#which is#blonde -> black haired#for some reason i imagined him to look like vittorino from 811#even though ive never played the game#and know nothing about it#LOL#but anyway#hes very Vivid in my mind
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Hii! I'm a newer fan of 8:11 and love your game! Was rewatching the bar scene, and when Ryker says "Le coup de foudre" to Accardi, was what they said intentional and not because they were drunk? Thank you!
Most like,y a combination of Ryker being drunk and confessing they find Accardi attractive. Intentional to a degree, but, they might not remember much of that night
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➽ Sleepless Nights
Husband!Diluc x wife!afab reader
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, I think that’s all?
Word count: 811
A/N: inspired by rice-hime’s fic “well into the weekend”. Diluc is so husband AND daddy material I can't-
art creds: asterrales
Your hands tightly grip the sheets, trying to claw your way out, weakly pulling yourself forward as Diluc’s firm hands pull your hips back; eliciting a loud moan from you.
“D-Diluc!” you scream, your voice as shaky as the rest of your body. You turned your head back to see the glistening body of your husband. He looked so pretty like this, watching you through his red hair that kept sticking on his face, whether it was from sweat or your cum, you didn't know nor care.
“Didn't you say you wanted us to have a child, love?” he said in a tone so sweet, not matching with his rough and harsh thrusts. You gasped as he reached deeper inside your cunt, pressing onto that sensitive spot. You two had been married for a while now. He was a great husband, however he was almost always busy with work and his own things. You two hadn't had time alone for a long long time, always falling fast asleep before he had even come home. However today was different, Diluc had come back early and you told him how you felt. In a moment of weakness you let slip that you wanted a child.
“You…want a child with me?” he asked, slowly, as if he was thinking hard about what you just said.
“Yes, but it doesn’t have to be now! I understand that you're busy and don't have time. We haven't had sex since our wedding night…you’re probably too tired after working everyday.” you say, you were a bit sad, you had to admit. You would often masterbate alone, missing his fingers, his mouth, his cock… but he was busy, there’s no way he would be able to have time to pleasure you.
“Then it’s a good thing tomorrow's the weekend.” he surprised you. You look at him, wide eyed.
“B-but what about the tavern? and the winery? They’re both open on weekends.”
“Fuck it. One weekend is worth putting a baby in you.”
And that’s how you got to this situation. Completely fucked out under Diluc. Archons, how long has it been? You then feel that familiar sensation in your lower abdomen, cunt clenching around Diluc’s cock. You screamed, but no noise came out of your throat as you came once more, sucking your husband dry.
“F-fuck. Y-you have such a beautiful cunt, love. All mine. Let me fill you up again, fill you up until I’m sure you’ll bear my child.”
His pace slows, pulling his cock out just below the tip to watch the mixture of yours and his juices ooze out of you before slamming back in. Even as his pace slowed, you felt as if he reached even deeper inside you, poking your womb gently. As if giving it a gentle kiss every time he thrusted.
“D-Diluc!” you moan, chanting his name over and over again, like a mantra. You can feel every inch of his cock, every vein, every crevice rubbing against your walls wet with slick. The sounds of vulgar and messy sex that bounces off the walls drives you crazy, the stench of his cum and yours adding to your madness. “F-feels so good. N-need more of your- Ahh! c-cum!”
“I’ll give it all to you, love. Sh-shit- you’re clenching so tight. J-just lie back there while I pump you full of my seed.”
You feel your cunt pulse, clenching and convulsing, that familiar electric feeling had come to greet you once more. “D-Diluc! C-cumming! ‘M c-cumming!”
“Hah, hold it out, please, for me love? Want us to- Ngh! C-cum together.” Diluc grunts, fastening his pace and deepening his thrusts, reaching places that you’ve never known he could. You whine and scream, trying your best to delay your high as tears fall from your eyes.
“D-Diluc!”
“A-almost there, love. Gonna put a baby in you!” he says, looking at you through the curtain of his blazing red hair once more, his grip tight on your hips as he slams into you over and over, chasing his own high. With a few more harsh thrusts, Diluc grunts, “C-cum for me love. G-gonna breed you so well-”
You both scream, almost in unison, reaching your peaks as a familiar warmth fills your insides. His thrusts continue, letting you ride your high as well as his as he continues giving you his seed which you welcome with open arms, ahem, open legs.
After a moment he stills inside you as your head falls onto the bed sheets below you. You breath heavily then let out a loud gasp as you feel rough fingers brush your clit gently.
“D-Diluc?!” you say, breathlessly as it turns into a moan. Suddenly, you felt his hips snap into action, slamming into your still sensitive cunt as you cry out in overstimulation.
“I said the weekend. We’ve barely even started, love~”
#Diluc#Diluc smut#Diluc Ragnvindr#Diluc Ragnvindr smut#Genshin smut#Genshin impact smut#Diluc x afab reader
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Red tipped gloves || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader
Summary: The thought of motherhood at such a young age was absolutely terrifying. Though Coriolanus doesn’t seem to understand why.!
Warnings: mention of blood, self harm in the form of picking at nails, toxic Coryo, reader is implied to be young, manipulation, if there's anything else pls lmk
Wc: 811
A/n: I'm so bad with these summaries I can't even.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
A child expecting a child. How messed up was that? You rub the swell of your stomach as you stare at yourself. Youth evident in your still-round cheeks, yet the impending responsibilities cast shadows on the innocence of your features.
Gnawing at your law rips, you smooth down the dress that Coriolanus picked out for you. Dainty, innocent, just like how he liked to dress you up for social events.
Your hands subconsciously move together as you pick at your already picked-at nails. The horrible habit you picked up ever since you got married to Coryo.
Hearing the door suddenly open, you quickly pause your actions, moving your hands behind your back as you turn around to face Coryo.
Noticing your strange behaviour, he pauses to look at you before his eyes move behind you to the reflection of the mirror where you fingers were fidgeting.
Swiftly closing the door, Coriolanus strides purposefully toward you, casting a tall shadow as he towers over. Even in high heels, you find him looming above. “Show me your hands,” he commands, his tone firm and unyielding.
A subtle blend of defiance and confusion colors your expression, causing a faint twitch in your lips. “What?” your voice was too quiet, your tone feigning nervousness. A light gulp accompanies the gentle quiver of your lips.
“I said, show me your hands,” Coriolanus repeats himself, his tone escalating in volume. You release a slow exhale through your nose, carefully extending your hands in front of you. Your eyes, hesitant and uneasy, divert off to the side, catching the subtle nuances of your husband’s frustration as he lets out a sigh.
“I thought you stopped that horrible habit of yours,” he retorted sharply, firmly grabbing your hands as you flinched. A displeased expression crosses his face as he looks down at your fingers—raw and drawing blood—before his gaze shifts to your face, your bottom lip nervously tucked beneath your front teeth.
“I couldn’t help it,” you whisper softly, a hint of shame and embarrassment weaving through your tone, while he exhales deeply through his nose. “I’ll arrange for more gloves to be sent to you before tonight,” he says wearily, gently resting his hands on the curve of your stomach before quietly leaving.
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Beside Coriolanus, engaged with his fair-weathered friends, you find yourself zoning out, your gaze fixed on the glass of water cradled in your gloved hands. The murmur of conversation fades into the background; you’re simply bored and disinterested in the overly serious discussion.
“Darling,” Coriolanus’ voice, firm yet gentle, pulls your attention as you lift your eyes to find everyone in the group focused on you. “I’m sorry, what was it?” you meekly ask, eliciting light chuckles from the women and amused glances from the men.
Coriolanus holds himself back from rolling his eyes, instead, he takes a large gulp of his posca. “Mrs. Cardew asked you how far along you are,” He smiles down at you, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Oh,” you say softly, meeting Mrs. Cardew’s gaze, “28 weeks.” You smile at the older woman, and a few people in the group react with appreciative sounds. Coriolanus pulls you closer to his side, a possessive grasp signaling to those with wandering eyes who you belong to.
As the night wore on, a queasiness settled in your stomach. Socializing with Coriolanus’ friends became exhausting—forcing smiles, feigning excitement for the baby was draining. Leaning in, you whisper in Coriolanus’ ear, “Can I retire to our room? I don’t feel well.”
“Do you really need to? Right now?” he harshly whispers, and you gulp, hesitantly nodding. He sighs, rolls his eyes, and gets up. “Excuse me, my wife needs to rest,” he says to those around you with a fake smile as you quietly apologised.
Hand in hand, Coriolanus leads you to your shared bedroom, forcefully closing the door behind you. It was abundantly clear that he's upset about your early departure from the party.
“Did you just make up an excuse so you could leave the party? Is that it?” Coryo bitterly accuses you as you take a seat on one of the couches. “What? I didn’t make up an excuse. I’m pregnant for heavens sake, Coryo,” You frown, deeply offended by his accusation.
“Yeah, sure,” He chuckles, crossing his arms. “Why is that so hard to believe,” you scoff, mirroring his crossed arms. "Eleanor is in the exact same state as you, and she seemed perfectly fine," he shrugs, his tone nonchalant, causing your lips to part in disbelief.
“Are you seriously comparing me to Eleanor?” You furrow your eyebrows, a touch of frustration in your voice. Ready to counter his unfair comparison, you point out the facts, “She's considerably older than me, has experienced childbirth before. Naturally, she'd feel fine, Coryo."
Coriolanus mumbles something incoherent under his breath, his attitude towards you causing tears to well up in your eyes. His choice of comparison feels like a pointed jab in the most sensitive spot. When you sniffle, your husband's attention is caught. "Are you crying?" he swiftly retorts, his gaze probing, while you avert your eyes, concealing the probable redness.
A soft laugh escapes him, "Honestly, you can be so childish sometimes. Getting upset over that?" He raises an eyebrow at you—ironically so. His comment serves as a spark igniting a blaze within you. How dare he call you childish when you’ve done nothing but act older than you were.
“I just can’t believe you’re comparing me to Eleanor who’s had children before, unlike me who’s fucking terrified at the thought of being a mother,” you spat, the intensity of your emotions evident in your words. Even from a distance, you notice the shift in Coriolanus' eyes, the once-blue depths now darkening with an unspoken tension.
“As the First Lady you’re expected to give me heirs. Now I need a woman who’s ready to give me children, are you going to be her or not?” His words strike a nerve, and you feel your eyes twitch as a headache begins to form.
"Did you even think about that before marrying me, Coryo?" you challenge, your words causing him to furrow his eyebrows. "Because you damn well know I'm not prepared to be a mother. So, why choose me? You could have selected someone else—someone older, someone genuinely willing to birth your children." The air hangs heavy with the weight of your words, leaving a palpable tension between you and Coriolanus.
Your fingers unconsciously pick at your nails, the once-immaculate white gloves now bear crimson stains at the fingertips. Coriolanus' gaze fixates on your hands, and he snaps, swiftly moving towards you to pry your fingers apart. "Stop doing that!" he commands, his tone sharp.
As he moves in, his face is so close that you can feel his breath gently fanning your features. Undeterred, he continues with a venom-laced voice, "You should be thanking me for choosing you, for pulling your family from debt." His eyes, intense and unyielding, bore into yours.
“I could have married someone else. I had a list I could have chosen from who could’ve helped but no, you had to marry me.” you assert, the weight of your words causing a brief shock to cross Coriolanus' face. It's a rare moment where you've left him momentarily speechless.
Breaking the silence, he mutters, "I'll have the servants bring you some medicine." With one final glance, he withdraws, leaving the room. The atmosphere hangs thick with unspoken tensions, the stained gloves and the lingering words serving as tangible reminders of the strain in your relationship.
#coriolanus fanfiction#coriolanus snow#the hunger games fanfiction#coriolanus snow fanfiction#fanfiction#coriolanus x reader#young president snow#president coriolanus snow#the hunger games#the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#tbosas#tbosas x reader#coriolanus snow x you#coryo x reader#coryo snow#coriolanus snow smut#tom blyth#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth x reader#coriolanus x lucy gray#coriolanus snow x reader#president snow#snow lands on top#the hunger games x reader
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Carmilla x fem reader smut
Words: 811
“Is this a good idea..?”
A/n: sorry I haven’t posted much this week! I’ve been pretty busy! I’m trying to write more often for yall! Also check out my “Carmillaxfemalereader” blog!
(Reqested by: Thysmother on AO3)
Warnings: public sex, fingering, praising, dirty talk
Both you and the weapons dealer, Carmilla Carmine were heading over to a nice restaurant down the town. Camilla’s been overworking lately and you wanted her to relax a little with a nice dinner. “Mi amor, I do have to thank you. I would have never gotten out of that room if it wasn’t for you to come and get me” she smiled down at you.
You look back up at her and smile too “of course! You really do need a break, you’re always working so hard. You deserve it” you tell her as you interlock your fingers with her large white ones.
She lets out a soft chuckle and kissed your forehead softly. “What did I do to deserve you?” She said as you both walked into the restaurant. You ask the waiter for a table, picking one away from the other sinners near a window. The both of you go to sit down at the booth, Carmilla sitting right next to you.
While waiting Carmilla moved one of her arms around your shoulder to pull you closer. You smile and chuckled softly, leaning into her more. “Aren’t you affectionate today” you say jokingly and place a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Your too hard to resist mi Corazón..” she said in a more lusty voice, kissing your neck gently and leaving black lipstick stains alone your collarbone.
“Carmilla were in public…” you say slightly embarrassed with a blush on your face as you look around to make no ones watching.
“So? Who cares what they think..and I want to show everyone what’s mine..” she said with a soft smirk, kissing and nibbling your collar bone gently. You stifle a moan and held your hand over your mouth to keep yourself silent. She pulled away when a succubus waiter came over to ask for your drinks and food. “Two wine glasses please” Carmilla said. You smile politely at the succubus, then your breath hitched.
You felt her large white fingers rubbing your heated core covered in your pants under the table, you look down to cover your blush. The waiter, lucky for you, didn’t notice this and jotted down the orders and then walked away. “Carmilla..what are you doing..?” You ask, aroused and embarrassed”
“..Mi Amor..just keep quiet and it will be okay..” she says, you felt your pant’s buttons starting to come undone, her large finger easily pulling it undone. You could feel her hand slip into your pants, cutting through your panties and touching your sensitive folds. You let out a quiet moan, holding no one there heard it. Carmilla chuckles seductively into your ears quietly. “Shhhh my dear..let’s not get caught now..” she says and pushed one of her fingers into your throbbing and aroused cunt.
You let out a slight gasp, holding a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up. She placed her lips on your neck, her breathing hitting it. “That’s my good girl…so quiet..so tight..” she whispered and left more lipstick stains on your neck.
You stifle and muffle your moans into your hand, your other hand gripped the edge of the booths seat. Your body tensed and trembled when she added another one of her large fingers into you, pounding slowly and sensually into your sobbing pussy, while whispering small praises and words.
“I love how tight my fingers fit into your pussy Corazón ..it’s such a perfect fit..” she whispered more against your neck, now kissing up your jaw. Her beautiful red and white eyes looked into your own, lust and love filled in them. “You’re such a good girl for me..”
She pushed another finger into your cunt, this caused you to lightly buck your hips into her fingers, trying to keep silent as many moans as possible. She lets out another chuckle “oh so desperate for attention…don’t worry baby..once we get home I’ll show you some real love~” she promises.
You start to whimper softly into your hand, feeling the reach of your climax, which Carmilla took notice of. “So close now aren’t you..? Be a good girl for me and cum..” she signals you and gives one final thrust, your walls tightened around her large fingers, that causes you to let you have your orgasm, the hot liquid coating Carmillas fingers and the inside of your pants.
Though you have to say that it was perfect timing, cause right after you finished your climax the waiter came back again with your guys food, setting it on the table. Carmilla sent the waiter away with a thanks and then looked back at your aroused, blushing and satisfied form. “Oh just wait till we get home..I’m going to devour you just like I’m going to devour this food..”
#hazbin hotel#carmilla carmine x wife reader#carmilla carmine smut#carmilla carmine x fem reader#carmilla carmine x reader#carmilla carmine#carmilla x fem reader#carmilla x reader#carmine#carmilla#hazbin hotel x female reader#hazbin hotel x fem reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you
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i love your work sm! can you write a johnnie fic where he had a long day and the reader is cuddling with him and telling him how proud they are of him. i just feel like johnnie needs to hear it 🫶🏼 thank you!!
thank you SO SO SO much!! i absolutely can <3 I loved this prompt!!
my reqs are now closed but please come chat about jake and johnnie with me whenever!!
Tired
warnings : mentions of mental health and negativity, feelings of depression and sadness
word count : 811
pairing : johnnie guilbert/reader (romantic)
enjoy!!! <3
Content creation could take a lot out of a person, especially when they were already struggling with their mental health. Despite the fact that it could be more flexible than a more average job, it can still provide the same, if not more, amounts of stress. Once you start a career like that, especially when it gains following and attention, you have a large internet presence, and people on the internet can be so incredibly cruel. People are more confident than ever when they are hiding behind the safety of a screen, unlikely to be revealed, and that shows in any career with a majorly online platform.
This wasn’t to say that there weren’t a lot of positives to having a more internet focused career, like the flexible hours, and sometimes the pay is even better than any other job, if your following is big enough. And most of the time, the positives are enough to keep you going through the negative portions. However, sometimes those negative portions feel like they’re going to be the end of your career. Johnnie had been growing a large internet presence for years now, and had seen or gone through just about everything there was to see or go through. But that didn’t mean that it affected him any less, and sometimes, the fact that he had seen it before caused it to affect him more.
Today was one of those bad days, where the negative parts had gotten to be way too much. You weren’t aware of this quite yet, due to the fact that you weren’t home yet. You were on the way home, and had no idea that Johnnie’s work day had not gone as planned. His stream had ended abruptly, you knew that, and way before it was scheduled to end, but you had chalked it up to some technical mishap or something of the sort, as that difficulty did happen every once in a while. It wasn’t often, but you knew that it wouldn’t be too out of the norm, and it wouldn’t have raised many alarm bells with his fanbase. So, you weren’t worried at all, thinking you had no reason to be as you pulled into your garage, walking into the house and calling out that you were home.
You did become a little confused when you got no response. Johnnie always called back to you, regardless of whether he was working or not. You always came home at nearly exactly the same time, and he knew that, so whatever he had or was playing, he always had the volume down low enough so he could hear when you came in and began talking to him. Due to this, you went looking for him, gently knocking on his bedroom door when you realized it was locked. He had a key above his bedroom door, in case of any emergency, but you would never open it without his permission. You respected his privacy, and because of that, you spoke through the door, asking if he, or you, could open the door.
Once you received his affirmation that you could open it, you reached up to grab the key from the top of the doorway, and easily unlocked the door. Walking in, your heart felt like it was breaking. The room was as dark as possible, the shades on the windows closed tightly, no lights on, not even his monitors. Your boyfriend was nearly invisible, seemingly attempting to hide under his blankets, his back to you, completely ignoring the fact that you had just walked in. You sat down on the side of the bed, softly pulling the covers back and resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Baby, what’s going on?”
He didn’t turn to look at you, simply shrugging.
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
You stayed silent for a minute, laying down next to him and throwing the covers back over you both.
“You’re clearly not fine. But if you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to. Do you want a hug?”
He immediately turned over, letting you wrap your arms around him, and your heart broke into even more pieces when you saw the tear tracks staining his makeup free cheeks. He hid his face once he realized that you had noticed how it looked, refusing to speak, and just letting you hold him. You had absolutely no problems staying there as long as he needed you to be there, and it ended up being a couple of hours. You were hugging him, reminding him that he was loved, and that you were proud of him. You were sure that he would be back to his normal self soon, but you were more than happy to help him carry the emotional weight while he was struggling. After all, that’s what you do for the people you love.
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𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬
SYNOPSIS: Chris begins to distance himself, prompting y/n to finally confront him about his behavior, but the confrontation doesn't go well.
WARNING: just angst
word count: 811
ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ 'ʙᴀɢꜱ' ʙʏ ᴄʟᴀɪʀᴏ
Lately, Chris has been distant. When we're out with friends, he either drops my hand or completely ignores my presence altogether. It's been a week since he last told me he loved me, and even our texts consist of dry, one-word responses.
I'm trying to figure out what could have happened between us. I glance over at him; he's sleeping on his side, turned away from me. Tears start to fill my vision, and I get up and walk out of the room.
As I step into the dimly lit kitchen, the cool tiles beneath my feet provide a stark contrast to the warmth of my emotions. I reach for a glass, the faint clink breaking the silence as I pour myself some water, the sound echoing in the empty room. The tears stream down my cheeks, a mix of sadness and confusion.
Chris enters the kitchen. Quickly, I wipe away the tears, trying to hide my emotions as I lean against the countertop, holding the glass tightly. With an effort to appear calm, I take a sip of the water, trying to regain my composure.
"Why are you up?" Chris asks as he grabs a glass and pours himself some water.
"Couldn't sleep," I shrug.
Chris nods and turns to walk back to the room.
"Wait, Chris," I say, and he turns around.
"Is something wrong? I feel like you've been acting distant."
Chris hesitates for a moment. "No, everything's fine," he says reassuringly, but the hollow ring in his voice fails to convince me.
"Just stressed with work," he adds quickly, almost too quickly, as if trying to fill the silence with anything but the truth.
"It's not just work, Chris," I say."You drop my hand when we're with friends or ignore me. You haven’t even told me you loved me in a week. I mean, what am I supposed to do with that?"
Chris's expression shifts, his features contorting with defensiveness. "You're blowing this out of proportion," he retorts, his tone sharp. "I have a lot on my plate right now, and you're making this about you."
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel a surge of anger rising within me. "Making this about me?" I shoot back, my voice rising with indignation. "Chris, this is about us, about our relationship. And if you can't see that, then maybe we need to reevaluate things."
Chris's jaw tightens, his eyes flashing with frustration as he struggles to find the right words. "Look, I know things haven't been great lately," he begins, his tone softer now, more conciliatory. "But it's not fair to put all the blame on me. We both have our faults, our issues to work through.”
His attempt at diplomacy only serves to stoke the fire of my anger. "So now it's my fault too?" I retort, my voice laced with bitterness. "Fine, let's talk about my faults. But don't you dare deflect from the fact that you've been distant, that you've neglected our relationship.”
"Maybe we both need some time to figure things out," Chris finally says,
As he storms out of the room, I'm left standing there, the weight of his words heavy in the air. Tears threaten to spill over once again, but I refuse to let them.
Gathering my courage, I make my way back to the bedroom seeing Chris packing his stuff. my throat felt like it was closing up.
"I can't believe we're finally living together," Chris said with a grin, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Yeah, it's going to be amazing," I replied, my heart swelling with happiness at the thought of sharing my life with him.
He walked up to me and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss, my hands in his hair. I kissed him once more and pulled away. He chased my lips, and I turned away, laughing.
But now, as I watch him pack his things, that happiness feels like a distant memory, overshadowed by the pain of our current situation.
"So, you're just going to leave?" I manage to ask, my voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and hurt.
"I'm going back to live with Nick and Matt," his tone devoid of any of the warmth or tenderness that used to fill his words.
I can feel the sting of tears threatening to spill from my eyes as I struggle to comprehend his nonchalant demeanor. "So that's it?" I press, my voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and desperation.
There's a tense silence that hangs in the air, punctuated only by the sound of his continued packing. He grabs his things and walks past me. I stand there, utterly stunned by his actions.
never thought I would see him walk out the door with his bags.
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪᴛꜱ ʙᴀᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ
ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴀᴜɴᴀ
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