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astolary · 15 days

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APRIL SHOWERS BRING MAY FLOWERS .

( Synopsis ) ✿ freesia – going on a strawberry picking outing

( Author's Note ) @xianyoon has created a lovely event called when the spring light hits the field! Please check out her event >< Ying thank you so much again for letting me write with these prompts :D Up next, Neuvillette hehehe

( Pairings ) Diluc x GN! Spouse Reader

( Content Warnings ) Reader likes strawberries, reader is Diluc's spouse, set towards at least 7-10 years into the future?

( Word Count ) 1.0k+ words

DILUC DESPISES THE MONTH OF APRIL. It does not bring back fond memories. If anything, it reminded him of the times when he was sheltered, naïveté, weak, foolish. How he failed to stand on his own two feet to protect his father; how he pushed everyone away from him; how he ruined everything around him like a corrupt flame choking nature into black ashes.

It was hard for him to create relationships with others after that incident. And if something was hard for him outside of work-related matters, indulgence in desires was something he did not deserve. That is too selfish and self-centred for a man of his calibre.

Diluc had everything; the Dawn Winery, mora, a stable business, a loving father, and a reliable brother. His future was all planned out for him. And everything collapsed because of a birthday wish.

Of course, fate had plans for him. Or was it chance? After all, April showers bring May flowers.

“Good morning, Master Diluc!”

“Master Diluc, good day.”

“Greetings, Master Diluc.”

“Good morning everyone.” Diluc greeted his staff.

Quick footsteps padded the floor. “Master Diluc, here’s your coat.” Moco diligently stood behind him, coat neatly hanging on her arm. “Are you going to pick the strawberries today with (Name)?”

“That’s right.” Diluc nodded. “Do you happen to know of my spouse’s whereabouts?”

Spouse. If you asked him a decade ago if he were ever to find a partner, he would have promptly dismissed the idea and made a mental note to close the tavern early to resume his evening duties.

“(Name) has already started harvesting the strawberries,” Moco informed him.

“I see, they must be in a rush.” Diluc mused. “Thank you, Moco.”

Tsk, cheater. Diluc brooded in the back of his mind.

Hastily, he walked down the cobblestone stairs, quickly spotting a head popping out in the strawberry farm

The post-winter breeze tousled his face like a bygone dream, greeting the animals from slumber; welcoming the birds from the 7 nations; and the plants full in flourish. Spring has come once again.

Which also meant…

“It’s time to harvest the strawberries.” Diluc voiced out loud. He watched your head snap up from the strawberries quickly, freezing like a deer in headlights. “I thought we said we would compete fairly this year.”

Preposterously, you mockingly stood up and pointed an accusing finger towards him. “I would have competed fairly if someone didn’t eat my basket of strawberries last year!”

Clutching your strawberry basket tightly to your chest, you feigned offence. You marched towards him, holding your chin up high in defiance. “This year, I will win, and I will get to be the one to spoil you for a whole month!” You kicked his basket with your hip

“Really now?” He smirked. Diluc pinched your nose, watching you scrunch your face cutely.

“Of course! In fact, I’ll harvest more strawberries than you ever had.” You announced, “I’m winning this year’s strawberry-picking competition!”

As if ignoring the fact that he has always helped in the seasonal fruit harvests since childhood— just like every other year, you deliberately testified your demise. “I’m sure you will.” Diluc replied.

“Just you wait,” You laughed. “Because I have a plan,”

It wasn’t a pretend cackle, your laugh was a joyous laugh, a tinkling melody that burst straight from your heart and enveloped the entire area. A laugh that showed that you were enjoying your time with Diluc over a competition on who could harvest the most strawberries. (Because you both knew it was out of character for Diluc to have fun over a competition.)

(Years ago, when you both carefully strengthened your relationship through time—Diluc did not spare time, but for you he was more willing to take care of himself. And trust—trusting himself was so much more harder than trusting you. Because how can you trust someone wholeheartedly when you can barely trust yourself?

“It’s alright if you don’t trust yourself,” You spoke to him under the orange tavern lights. “Most of the time, we barely trust ourselves to make decisions. But that’s why I’m here.” You smiled, the most beautiful smile he’s seen you show him. “I knew what I was getting into by being with you, and when you don’t trust yourself, I’ll trust you.”)

He’s so, so grateful for being you being in his life.

In a daze, Diluc stood still, holding his basket idly in his hand— soaking in your happiness. Your laugh made him so happy…

You were comfortable living in the manor, with him. You were comfortable laughing, with him. You pushed him to be the best he can be, not because he loves you, but because it’s something he must do to become a better person. To be more worthy to receive your love.

You’re so amazing…

A gust of wind passed by him. Diluc snapped out of his daze.

“But of course, you can’t win the strawberry picking competition if you don’t have your basket!” You yelled. Your legs burned as you ran as fast as possible away from him. (Maybe you’ll reconsider working out with him.)

Diluc chuckled. “Oh you sneaky…”

And Diluc ran after you— of course, while deliberating keeping his pace slow. Because, you know, you should really reconsider working out with him.

Diluc does not despise the month of April.

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“Elzer.”

He looked up from the documents in his hand.

“Adeline?”

“Look.”

Adeline’s gaze was fixed on the window, fondness swirling in her eyes and an affectionate smile touching her lips.

Curiously, Elzer rose from his chair and took quick strides towards Adeline.

“Master Diluc is chasing (Name) around the vineyard.”

Chasing (Name) around the vineyard…?

He shifted his gaze towards the window. Ah.

“If Master Diluc is fond of grapes, then (Name) is certainly fond of strawberries.” Adeline sighed wistfully.

“Doesn’t it bring back such fond memories?”

Elzer rested his hip against the window ledge. “It does.”

“Just like when Master Crepus and My Lady were younger.” Elzer sighed nostalgicly.

“Just like when Master Crepus and My Lady were younger.” Adeline agreed.

Ah, Master Crepsus would be so proud of the man you became, Master Diluc.

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#when the spring light hits the field #（ ❁ଓ.° ） astro! genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #genshin diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #ok im kinda scared this is my first post in how long HSJSKSLSLDJWKWH

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hihomeghere · 7 days

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megan, darling sunshine, i have the softest of soft requests for you with our favorite cowboy. 🥺

can i request #6, #34, #36, #41, #83 with arthur? i desperately need protective, soon-to-be dad!arthur in my life. it's what we all deserve, honestly. 🤍

thank you so much! i can't wait to see what absolute magic you make with these prompts.

Deserving | Arthur Morgan / Reader

First off let me give you the fattest smooch <3

Word Count : 1.9k Prompts : 6. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear. 34. I think you're showing. 36. You're glowing. 41. The baby loves hearing you sing/speak. 83. Was that a kick? Warnings/tags : Cursing, talk of abandonment, Reader is 5 months pregnant, Arthur deserves a second chance at being a father, Self degrading talk on Arthur's part, Switch POV.

Arthur was aware it was a tad foolish the way he was feeling. Although seeing you growing his child has awakened something that had been lying dormant in him. Something that he hardly understood himself. A primal feeling, knowing that he was the one who made you like this. That it was his seed that had made you grow swollen and round and so damn gorgeous.

He was also painfully aware of the gold ring in his pocket, his nerves eating him from the inside out. He had never been so nervous in his entire life, more nervous than when he went on his first job. Unlike a job he had never felt more unprepared. He had always wanted children, and he had dreamed of having children with you. But Jesus, he was terrified he would turn out like his old man. He didn’t- no - he couldn’t mess up this time. Not with you. Yes, he loved you. God he loved you more than anything. Arthur did not necessarily believe in soulmates. Perhaps when he was younger he could have believed that his soul could be tied to another person, but he wasn’t that foolish anymore. Love was something you worked for, it wasn't predestined by whatever god was above. He knew you could easily find another man to love you, even with the babe. He also knew you deserved someone better than him. You deserved the world, deserved someone who would build you a home, someone who hadn’t been too damn chicken to ask you to marry him before knocking you up. But he also knew that no man could love you like he loved you.

“You’re staring Arthur.” You chuckled, raising a brow as you turned to face him. Your hand resting on your hip as you leaned on the boar skinned table.

“You’re glowing.” He said softly, not denying the fact that he had indeed been staring at you. How could he not? You were really glowing, he hadn’t known that that silly saying about pregnant women was the truth. You were like some angel, the glow coming from within, lighting up the small tent. If he squinted he swore he could see a halo around your head. Especially when your bump had finally shown itself.

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you went back to whatever task you were working on. He walked up behind you, his deft fingers working on removing his gun belt. Laying belt down on the table before pulling you against his chest.

His hands lovingly squeezed your hips, before moving to your stomach. He sighed contently, laying his head in the crook of your neck. Breathing in your sweet smell, his calloused hands running over the soft fabric of your skirt. His heart nearly stopped as he felt the swell of your abdomen. Nearly brought to his knees by such a small thing. Well it wasn’t exactly small anymore, you had finally ‘popped’.

“‘Think you’re showing, sunshine.” He whispered, his breath tickling your ear as he swayed with you in his arms. You giggled, shying away from his lips as they brushed against your neck.

“I would say so, can’t fit in my damn pants anymore.” You chuckled, shaking your head as you continued to patch a hole in one of his shirts.

In all honesty, you hadn’t been able to fit in your pants for a long time. It had been almost four months since the fateful day you told Arthur you were pregnant.

You had all the telltale signs, breast tenderness, food aversions, etc. Along with Abigail’s damn knowing glances, and then your monthly cycle had been absent, confirming your suspicions. You had nearly gone mad, a million thoughts running through your head. How were you supposed to care for a child with the lifestyle you had? You had briefly discussed children with Arthur, but it was always in the future. When you weren’t being chased by the law or Pinkertons or whoever. You didn’t want your child to be raised how either of you were raised. Always on the run, never having a true safe place to call home. Speaking of the future, marriage had always been a talk for the future as well. Now you were here, an unwed mother.

And then there was Isaac and Eliza. That was a whole new can of worms to throw into the mix. Would he even want to have a child right now? Would he still want you after he found out? If he left you what would you do?

You would manage, that’s what you always did. But you didn’t want to go through this without him.

He had found you pacing near camp, nearly chewing your lip off. His heart constricted in his chest as he watched you.

“Everything alright darlin’?” He asked, pulling you out of your downward spiral. A similar concerned expression on his face as he took you in. You met his bright blue eyes and instantly you fell apart. Tears welled up in your eyes as he rushed over to you. Taking long strides across the grass before pulling you into his broad chest. His calloused hands warm and loving as they rubbed up and down your back, your body shaking with sobs you couldn’t control. “Darlin’ you’re scaring me.” He said softly, laying his chin on the top of your head. “Talk to me sunshine.”

“Arthur I think-“ You let out a shaky breath, “I think I’m pregnant.” You cried, tears clouding your vision as you looked up at him.

He was frozen, his brain short circuiting as he tried to process the words you had just said. He must have heard you wrong.

“What… what did ya say darlin’?” He asked, his hands on your biceps as he held you in front of him. His brows furrowed and his lips drawn into a thin line.

“I’m pregnant Arthur.” You said, your lip trembling as you waited for his response. You were trembling in his grasp, your heart pounding against your rib cage.

“Okay.” He nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his head around it all. Goddamn it Morgan, you’ve gone done it again. Are you seriously the most foolish man alive? His thoughts spiraled into their usual degrading speech. Here you were shaking in his arms like a damn leaf and he was too damn stupid to say anything. Say something, anything, to stop her from crying. Your tears tugging on his heart strings. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He cooed, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry, please.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“M’sorry-” You sobbed, looking down.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize for this.” He said holding your face, “If anyone ought to apologize, it should be me.” He said, shaking his head. You bit your lip, looking up at him.

“Arthur, what are we gonna do?” You asked, finally calmed down enough to speak a coherent sentence. He clenched his jaw, looking off to the side.

“Do you want this?” He asked softly, running his hand down your arm. Taking your significantly smaller hands in his, squeezing them gently.

“I-“ You sighed, letting out a long breath. “I think I do.” You nodded, hesitantly raising your head to look at him. He exhaled a breath of relief.

“Okay.” He nodded, “I want this too.” He said, giving you a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help but let out an equally relieved breath, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah?” You asked, chuckling breathlessly.

“Yeah.” He nodded, chuckling along with you. “You know I won’t let anything happen to you, you or the baby, I swear.” He said gently pulling you closer, his hand moving down to caress your stomach.

You smiled at the memory as Arthur rubbed his hand over your bump.

“They movin’ any?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“They have been most of the day.” You chuckled, following his lips with your cheek as he pulled away. You turned around in his grasp, laying your hands on his chest. “They’d probably move if you talked to them. You know how the baby loves hearing you talk.” You said, smiling up at him. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with pride.

He knelt down, feeling his mothers ring slide lower into his pocket. As he knelt face to face with your round belly, he couldn’t have been more thankful that Mary had returned his ring. That things hadn’t worked out between them, because if they did, he would have missed this.

He pressed his lips against your belly in a chaste kiss, before chuckling softly to himself. “Hey there kid.” He said, his grin growing if that was even possible. “Ya bein’ good for ya mama?” He asked, running his hand over the tight skin. He felt a small kick under his palm, looking up at you for confirmation that it wasn’t a part of his imagination. “Was that a kick?”

“Sure was.” You chuckled, laying your hand over his. He chuckled, shaking his head as he stared at your belly. There had been too many nights lying next to you on his small cot, twirling the ring in his fingers. Just trying to work up the courage to ask you. Even before your belly started to swell he had dreamed of asking you. He just wanted everything to be perfect, although in hindsight it was a foolish thought. Things would never be perfect, that was the thing wasn’t it?

Now was the time. He knew it, kneeling here in front of you, but how was he gonna ask? How was he gonna get past the lump in his throat?

“Hey kiddo, ya think I could have a moment with your mama here?” He asked, a nervous smile on his lips as he looked up at you. “I got a question for her.” It was now or never. He reached into his pocket, his sweaty fingers grasping the small gold ring. He took in a deep breath before finding your gaze, holding out the ring to you. You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand, tears pricking your eyes.

“This… well this ain’t how I imagined this. I wanted to do something special for ya and I should’ve done this a long time ago. I promised ya when we found out about the kid I wouldn’t let anything happen to ya. I mean to keep that promise. There are men more deserving of you, hell I’m probably the least deserving-“ You scoffed shaking your head, “But none of those men could ever love you the way I do. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He asked, gingerly holding your left hand.

“Yes, yes!” You cried, grinning as he slipped the ring onto your finger. He let out a breath of relief, getting to his feet. You threw yourself into his arms, laughing as tears slipped down your cheeks.

“It’s uh- I know it’s nothing fancy but-“ He said softly, “It was my mothers and I know she’d want ya to have it.”

“It’s perfect.” You said, pulling away to admire the ruby ring. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled, wiping away your tears as you admired the ring. Arthur’s heart warmed at your words. He would never know what he had done to deserve someone like you, you and the baby. Although he may not have said his vows at that moment, he made a silent one in his heart. As long as his heart was beating, and there was still breath in his lungs, nothing would ever happen to either of you.

#rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #Arthur #red dead redemption arthur #red dead #red dead redemption #rdr #hihomeghere #mini prompt #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #john Marston #abigail roberts #abigail marston #javier escuella #arthur morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x pregnant reader #jack marston

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costelloschoice · 2 months

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I absolutely adore your fics and was thinking about a Yandere Mizu fanfic idea (if you like the idea as well of course) Keep up the good work you're amazing 🥰💜

-Thank you for the request, i made a little something short yet sweet <3 -sorry it took so long, I managed to fuck up my legs by falling from ice (don't ask) so i've been focusing on feeling better :}

Red Means I Love You Yandere!Mizu x fem!reader -warnings: toxic behavior, possessive over reader -hope you enjoy :]

She never felt this way about anyone else. It was scary.

Mizu believed that love wasn't for her. Love was harsh to her, least till you came along. You were such a breath of fresh air, a beautiful rose in a garden of weeds. And she wanted your sweetness all to herself.

You were like a small deer. A fragile and gentle being. Something so pure and sweet, weak and defenseless. So pretty up close but easily scared…Yet she managed to get close to this deer. And you didn’t run away…In fact you decided to come closer to her. She was a hunter, killing many, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate your beauty.

She thought she had a little crush on you. I mean, you were so nice to her and showed her kindness that she always dreamed of. But seeing how Taigen would try to flirt with you, made her feel an unbridled rage. How the hell does this man think he is? First, he has Akemi and now you? No. He doesn’t get to have who ever he wants. Maybe because of Mizu’s childhood he tortured her, but he doesn’t deserve a girl like you.

Mizu would Taigen away, threating him to stay away from you. That Mizu knows men like him will use someone as beautiful as you. Everything about you was perfect, Mizu couldn't find a flaw if she tried. It seems like you've stolen her heart from her. Taigen would get offended and walk away. Like a buck trying to win over a doe deer but failing due to the human the deer was so close to.

In her eyes, no one could be around you or talk to you for too long. She would barely let Taigen speak to you and Ringo was allowed to talk to you and only to help you with an injuries.

When Boss Hamata sent his men to attack Mizu and the women at the tea house, she tried to protect you the best she could. You refused to stay in the basement and help Mizu fight against the corrupted boss and his men. She told you to stay back and hide with the rest...but of course you didn't listen.

You were a foolish girl, but like all humans, we make mistakes.

You were on the ground, bloodied and you tried to stop the man’s katana from going into you. From the blood spots, it looks like you were getting weaker and weaker by the second and wouldn’t be able to last any longer. You were a poor, helpless baby dear against the big bad wolf…You couldn’t find this man off alone. It was pathetic, but in a cute way.

Mizu, trying to have a grip on the situation, immediately went after the man. Ripping the man off of you before stabbing him repeatedly. She was the hunter who took the wolf down to protect her doe deer. She didn’t care if he was dead, she just kept stabbing till her anger subsided.

Now covered in this man’s blood, she turns to see you. You looked petrified. She thought it was because of the man but really it was because of her. She was used to everyone looking at her that way…but your gaze hurt the most. Her deer was surely to run off in the woods and never been seen again from her.

“Oh my dove..” Mizu spoke, moving to you. Her bloody hand caressed your cheek. The smell of iron was thick and heavy, making you flinch and gag internally. You were disgusted by these actions, her violent and ruthless killing. Yes he hurt you but at some point it’s uncalled for….but bigger shouldn’t be choicers.

“You’re safe..” she whispered, placing a kissing to your forehead. A red lip print on your forehead. It felt so wrong but nice after your near death experience.

“My small doe…You’re mine to protect..” she whispered into your skin, continuing to place kisses on your forehead.

“You’re mine.”

She said with aggression present in her tone. You just nodded, what else could you do? She could easily hurt you is you protested. You didn’t wish to die at the hands of your protector.

“I’m yours…”

“All mine..” she mumbled. Mizu caressed the soft hair of her doe deer, calming down the easily frightened creature. She perfect, sweet, weak and fragile deer now safe in her arms again, where she belongs.

#bes mizu #mizu x reader #bes #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #wlw

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cybsoo2 · 3 months

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my obsessive fan

╰┈➤ synopsis — Each story is a glimpse into what your life would entail if these seven were your obsessive fans.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!bts x idol!reader

╰┈➤ word count — 3.6k

╰┈➤ content warning — murder, yandere behavior, stalker behavior, kidnapping, just the usual

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; GUYS HOBI DOESN’T ACTUALLY KILL HIMSELF!! i realize it kinda seems like he did but don’t worry he’s alright just a lil traumatized :)

—Kim Seokjin

Jin considers himself unexplainably lucky

The universe has given him a chance that he’ll never be able to deserve

One day during his first semester of college he met someone special that little did he know would change the trajectory of his life forever

Seokjin made a friend and they grew fairly close as the years went on, until one day this friend came to him with a bittersweet conversation

She was switching to online school as her dreams of becoming an idol were finally answered

Jin supported her decision and waited patiently for her debut

An Autumn song caught his ear on the day of her debut and his eyes no longer followed her form

Instead, Jin became starstruck by the lively girl who made the stage her own

Since that day, Jin only sees his relationship with your member as insignificant

He only cares to engage with them when it involves you

Seokjin is a snake with his words and uses his charms to his advantage

He’ll manipulate and lie his way into getting new information about you

Although, sometimes it’s slightly suspicious when almost every time they hangout is when you’re tagging along

He really has just turned your co-worker into a tool at his disposal

At the most lowly point of his life, he even resorted to flirting with the foolish girl in order to sneak into your dorms

Granted, this repulsive act brought up serpents in his stomach and he had to restrain himself from the gags that tore up his throat

He wound up drowning himself in mouthwash to try and get rid of the rancid taste that never seemed to leave his lips (He was tempted to almost bury himself in bleach but resisted)

This traumatic event did have an upside though, as he was able to creep into the dark corners of your bedroom when his other companion was asleep

Unfortunately, you were not safely sleeping under his watch but just being able to stand in the place he frequently hallucinates about is enough for him

His consciousness moves into a dream-like state as he takes in everything that your fingers have touched

His heart flutters while silently sweeping his gigantic hands over your stuffies and sheets

He takes a seat on your bed and breathes in the reflection of your spirit

Shaking hands reach for the sweater tossed to the left of him

His lips quiver and he can’t hold back the sobs that force their way of him

His misty moon-eyes shine in the light that passes through your curtains

Blue bleeds from his curled up body and coats every surface of your previously vivid room

He despises the way his rotten emotions have blended into your walls

Nibble fingers then quickly gather any item that has sucked up his sorrow (At least that’s what he tells himself)

He’ll take these souvenirs of your sunshine and cherish them until that delightful day arrives when you eventually take their place

—Min Yoongi

He’s your producer and songwriter

Articles and fan sites have become fascinated and praise the poetic nature of your songs

Each line is drowning in lovesick emotion that carries the weight of the human soul

Each song is unique with a variety of tales telling love and sorrow combined with hateful rage and tortuous terror

Every lyrics he writes is a vow to love you

It’s not a surprise how romantic and illusionary his songs end up being, his heart always sings for you after all

Every time your songs win an award he feels as if his love is validated

And every time a songs fails to reach an achievement, he sobs for days on end, promising to do better

He will not let his words fall flat and be mistaken for empty oaths

His apartment is an archive, full of stacked books overflowing with the words of adoration that never stop their cascade

A graveyard of blue pens (your favourite colour of course) lies in the corner of his living room, each scripted soldier aiding to the thousands of verses written in your honour

Above the TV playing visions of you, are the hundreds of awards placed delicately upon his shelves

You’ll have to excuse his selfish desires but he couldn’t stop himself from taking them

Each award is a golden reassurance that his love for you is reality and the world is aware of it too

It’s even better that these trophies were once held lovingly in your hands

He used to trace the ghost of your fingertips along the lines of the figurine

Although, once he realized his tainted touch smudged away your memory, he cut his fingertips off in a panic and laid them up on his wall where they've stayed still ever since

Drifting away from painful memory and onto thoughtful perceptions, in a competition between your siren singing and your sweet spoken call, your regular voice comes as a close second

Each sonnet you speak is that much more meaningful due to the fact that what you say are the words he wrote

An angelic tone constantly fills the silence of his apartment from dusk to dawn

It’s even more euphonious watching you perform in the studio

He can’t help his glossy eyes from floating to stare at your open lips

Whilst your silver voice is the constant background noise that fills his head, Yoongi finds time to record you speaking light-hearted chit chat during your recording sessions

When the time comes and Yoongi must make his way home, he walks slow in the studio but sprints on the sidewalk

His rush can be contributed to the fact that Yoongi is always inspired to work on some arrangements when provided with new material

He’ll cut and paste the pieces of his collection and create new paragraphs that he pretends you said to him

Yoongi sees your life as a duet

Neither complete without the other

He used to sing in silence but his voice is so insincere compared to yours

And he takes pride in the way your career and prosperity relies on him so much

You two are so trusting in one another yet a step to far away

It’s a pity Yoongi’s too accepting of his life with you to risk taking it a step further

—Jung Hoseok

In Hoseok’s realm of reality, you are both undoubtedly in love with one another

Yet your relationship is a secret, kept hidden away from prying eyes and stuffed into the back of his closet where cardboard cutouts and posters sleep

Hobi’s too shy and nervous for his undying love to be publicized, so he’ll just stick to supporting you from the sidelines

He has a YouTube channel where everything and anything is all about you

His favourite segment is unboxing the hundreds of albums he purchases for everyone of your comebacks

Before cutting open the wrapping he’ll wish and beg to see your face so much it’s almost satanic

When he pulls your photocard he almost faints in excitement but when his hands are dirtied by pulling the face of another one of your members he ends up trashing the card

Speaking of your photocards, his collection includes every single card that can be found

Binders upon binders are filled with your face and when he ends up doing a tour for his channel, the video ends up being over 30 hours long

Hoseok’s favourite hobby involves curling up in his bed and cradling your limited edition twin plushie in his crushing embrace

He nestles up to the faux sense of security, stroking the soft fabric and pretending it’s you

Soft yet erratic gasps tumble from his warm mouth

His head controls the ghosts of you that creates strawberry cheeks

A sensitive smile paints it’s way onto a caramel canvas

His body grows hot as his hopeless fantasies drive him into delusion

Swollen lips begging out to brush up against yours

His eyes hang heavy lidded with overblown pupils

His previous crying mellows down as trembling whines grow needier

He daydreams about how you’d feel held up against him

A raw, rose-bud blooming between the both of your bodies

His heart trembles, overwhelmed by your hands tugging at his hair and dragging your peachy, plush mouth across his neck

Honey hot hands grip harder to the sheets beneath him

You make him so weak

Heat pools below his stomach, all strung up in pretty pleasure

Pressure building and body temp rising, Hoseok’s lost in a fool’s paradise

After every climax in utopia, Hobi is hit with the reality of his predicament

The rainy nights that follow look something like this…

Hoseok gets his head bashed in by a reality check

His brain is blown to bits, bleeding south along his bathroom tiles

Venom pulses through his veins as he wishes the world would lose it’s mania

Veracity is Hoseok’s enemy but it’s a good thing he’s hopeful

—Kim Namjoon

You make Namjoon so curious

His thirst grows stronger in need of consuming any knowledge slightly related to your existence

Namjoon knows you better than the gods who created you

He’s your worshipper who knows your wants and needs of the past, present and future

Namjoon always keeps updated about your schedules, personal plans, and tiny details which other fans have shared

He keeps a binder stocked full of information

The binding is bursting and pages threaten to flutter out of their place

He’s set aside every Wednesday and Friday to study your life and it’s interesting habits

Saturdays are for quizzes which he forces his roommates to participate in

He’s even started to live his life exactly like yours in order to feel closer to you

This includes him eating the same meals you do and visiting places you’ve been photographed at just minutes after its been posted

He’ll never miss out on purchasing all products you endorse or are seen using

He’s even tailored his style to match your own (He’s always been a fan of couples clothing)

And Namjoon, ever the worrier, is anxious that all your lives, messages, and posts are in danger of being corrupted and lost forever, so he downloads all your content into an archive for safe keeping

Namjoon is a worshipper, dedicating his devotion to your entirety

In a walnut wardrobe with a false backing is where your shrine meets his eyes in the early morning and late night

Of course it’s adorned with the finest and most expensive amenities

Jewelry, love notes scribbled onto loose-leaf paper, totems of the gods luck, and a single golden lock of your hair (Don’t ask him how he got it)

The centrepiece held in this sacred sanctuary is a painted portrait of yours truly

Namjoon’s never been much of an artist but it would be such a travesty not to document your desirable beauty

Every fine features flows into the next, blurred together with emotion and sentiment

He spend almost all the hours of his wake languishing away in an attempt to perfect every detail

He persisted in his laborious ways until every curve, divot, and colour matched that of your own

When a year has faded away and his mastery is finished, pearl droplets of ecstasy and varnish are used to seal it

His half of the shared flat he lives in resembles more of an art gallery and archive then an actually home

No part of Namjoons personality, hobbies, or are emotions are his own

All this mania and madness is for you

The generous god who was gracious enough to let him love you

—Park Jimin

Jimin is your #1 fan

He was there as you built your career from the bottom and has supported you in every way possible

Every album you produce winds up in his grasp and every song is played on repeat the minute of release

He’s watched every video you’ve ever featured in 100 times over

Posters of you are plastered over every inch of his room, some photos even spilling out into the hallway

Jimin’s favourite lullaby is the sound of your siren song that flows from his CD player every night

Your sugary, sweet voice slithers deep into his thoughts every moment of every day

You are the best things that has ever happened to him… but also the worse

Park Jimin is so fucking jealous

He’s always had trouble containing the fiery beast that lies unsettled in his stomach, yet lately it’s been getting bad

He sees the way you interact with your members and he doesn’t think they’re good for you

They hide your true potential under fake smiles that smear their scarlet lip gloss

He hates only being able to watch as ‘fans’ cover you in filth

His hatred has almost boiled over so many times that he had to stop going to fan-meets

Jimin would never lie to you but he can’t let you see him like this

Death would be a better fate than seeing the disgust that would splatter across your face at the sight of him in such a state

Crystal rain already begins to fall down his face at the mere inclination

The sour words you would spit at his feet and your hardened glare that would piece his chest

However, this doesn’t mean all that he’s done to show his love already is a lie

He not interested in deceiving you, and the truth is that Jimin is so very sensitive

He’s caring and emotional, selfless when it comes to showing his worth

But sometimes Jimin feels that there’s two sides to him

A twisted twin that he’s so very tired of pushing down

Jimin is growing weak and he isn’t sure how much longer he’ll be able to contain the monster that’s ripping apart his rib cage

—Kim Taehyung

Taehyung is your eternal shadow

He follows you in the light of day and stalks you in the dark of night

Having Taehyung as your obsessive fan would be like an undying disease

His entire life revolves around you

You are his universe

The first time he caught a glimpse of your face he rushed home to etch the memory onto paper

A fire ignited in his lungs where the smoke billowed out into short, wispy breathes

By the time the next day rolls around he still sits hunched over his desk drawing doodles of you in his notebook

This nights insomnia foreshadows many more sleepless nights spent studying pictures of you

After many weeks his drawings became too lifeless and he yearns for a stolen look at your features once again

The months that follow involve Taehyung spiralling into a new insanity

He quit his job and left his apartment, all in search for a closer spot to you

Taehyung and you share the same silhouette

This is proven in the way he pursues your every move

His new expensive camera captures every moment his eyes fail to catch

The walls of his room are covered in pictures of you taken by his artistic eye

He loses himself in the dreams these candids encourage and traces the outlines of your image as daylight falls

So lost in his own mania he catches himself mumbling your name in place of his friends and mistakes strangers scent in similarity to yours

As time grows old, Taehyung becomes bolder, more infatuated and impatient

This masochist like to tease himself with your touch, stealing the skin he meets when his stalking becomes more akin to silent assault

He takes the risks that put your whole relationship in stake

His crimes double in number as his obsession becomes insatiable

His delusions morph into a place of real-life euphoria as clarity escapes his mind

Last night, right when the clock aged 11 in the absence of light, he stepped foot into your domain

He hasn’t been thinking straight lately, too blinded by his fantasies to consider the consequences

He crawls over to your bed where heaven lies in a slumbering state

He’ll let his throat tear itself to sheds speaking his heart-felt confessions to you

“I’m crazy about you.” Two kisses laid to bed on the crest of your chest

“You’re the center of my world.” Bed sheets rustle as he pulls himself closer

“I’m completely, and utterly devoted to you.” He melts into your unconscious embrace

When the sun wakes, he takes his time dragging himself off of you and out the door

Let’s see how far Kim Taehyung is willing to test his temptations before he destroys it all

—Jeon Jungkook

“You’re the one I’m dreaming of, in endless love, you’re my forever.”

Jungkook’s love for you is infinite, yet despite his honest intentions, the execution of his attachment can be quite clumsy

It seems that your love is so shocking that it electrocuted his mind

Your breathe so toxic that it ties him up in a tongue-twister, tripping over his words for the days to follow

Body so heavenly that his brain has melted into mush upon your first encounter

Jungkook first spotted you on a billboard in the city and he swore he could see the stars in your eyes

Since then he dove head-first into everything there was to know about you

He schedule practically matches yours too a tee

Although this was not without great struggle, after losing his job, blowing his rent money, and setting fire to his friendships, Jungkook has endured everything in order to be close to you

He makes sure to attend all your events, concerts, fan-meets, and all things in between

He’s the one who shouts your name the loudest, he gives you the biggest gifts, and he sends you the most love letters

Practically every one of your fans knows who he is at this point

Jeon Jungkook is a psycho fan who stalks you, is blacklisted from almost every venue (But that never stops him from finding a way in), and has had rumours of assaulting other fans who get in his way

His obvious obsession is also what leads him to check all articles, management posts, and your social media every night

This is was leads him to a harrowing discovery

“Unfortunately, popular k-pop idol L/N Y/N has fa-” He never finished the sentence before he threw up

Checking back on the article his concern became reality as news of you being injured broke his barely beating heart

The ice water drifting through his veins pours out of him in the form of desperate teardrops

Ear-shattering wailing disrupts his neighbours sleep and Jungkook's crying continues on for the rest of the night

The only solution to his misery comes to him in a disfigured dream

Jungkook makes his way to your apartment on an evening that borders on sunset

Fresh flowers are placed in front of your door accompanied with a hundred page note and a stinging smile

He hopes that this will cheer you up in your times of great distress

…His plans end up backfiring completely

The next night you go live and Jungkook waits athirst for the words you’re about to speak

“Please, please stop coming to my home. I can’t trust or appreciate anyone who so blatantly ignores my privacy and safety. If I have to beg you to stop stalking me then how can I even call you my fans?”

You think he doesn’t love you?

No, no, no, no, he loves you, oh god he loves you so much

Why can’t you see it?

Can you not tell just how much his heart screams out for its other half?

Do you not notice all the agony he has endured, and will continue to endure, in the name of your happiness?

This revelation brings on a fit of hysteria

Fears squeezes the air out of his lungs as he hyperventilates on the living room floor

Wet words are yelled out between sobs and pleads for your love

His tears don’t stop flooding his eyes as he lies helplessly on the wooden floorboards that soak up the sadness

Hours border on days as he lays limpless

He doesn’t eat nor sleep yet only mumbles a hopeless mantra that he prays will reach your ears

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you-”

Poor, pathetic Jungkook

All those days sitting in sorrow allow a dire idea to fester within his mind

Termites of idiocy tore apart his brain and spat out of the lovelorn remains

Perhaps this distance is what’s limiting your sight of his loving languish

He wants to be closer to you, craves it, no, needs it to survive in this confusing world that pins you two against each other

So all this thinking leads him to kidnap you from your dorm

He shushes your scream with the hand held over your mouth (one that also holds a wet rag submersed in chloroform)

When you wake you’re disoriented and full of confusion

You’re faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and dark shadows that spiral into your sight

The only strong force that keeps you connected to this world are the arms wound tight around your torso

The muffled man comforts your crying before you can notice his own

“Now I can finally show you how much I love you.”

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quotergirl19 · 2 months

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Colin: You seem troubled Pen, the way you left the ballroom was unlike you. I wanted to make sure you are alright.

Penelope: It is Lord Debling… I just needed some air.

Colin: Has he done something? You must tell me if he has behaved inappropriately.

Pendelope: Quite the contrary actually. He has been kind, attentive, and everything someone like me could ask for really.

Colin: So what is the problem?

Penelope: Lord Debling has admitted to me that he has always wanted a love match and believes himself to be falling in love with me… he was so sincere, it was lovely. I have never felt so wonderful and so awful at the same time.

Colin: I do not understand.

Penelope: For so long I thought I might never find someone who could love me but now I appear to be getting everything I have prayed for yet all I can think is how I can not say it back.

Colin stills, unsure why he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Colin: Why do you think that is? Is it too soon perhaps? You have not known him very long, maybe you will grow to love him.

Penelope: I realized that I will never love him. He deserves a wife who will love him with all her heart. How could I marry a good man and deprive him of that? I would be a good wife to him, I could keep his home and bear his children but I know I will never love him the way he deserves… I fear my heart will not let me?

Colin: Why do you doubt… does your heart belong to someone else?

Penelope just looks at him.

Colin: Penelope?

Penelope: I’m being foolish. My heart does not matter. He is a good man and I should be grateful for his love… I should go before someone catches us alone together.

Colin: Answer me, why do you think you could never love him?

The look in Penelope’s eyes is unlike anything Colin has ever seen before. She seemed sad and tired and he’d never felt more eager to understand her, to help her, to make everything right in the world for her. He would give anything just see her smile the way she used to. He loved her smile. Somewhere along the way Penelope’s happiness became vital for his and seeing her this way tormented him and Colin realized her pain was his as well. And then she said the last thing he ever expected and changed his world forever.

Penelope: Because I was a foolish girl who lived in dreams and gave my whole heart to someone who will never want my heart or choose me or love me… not even in another man’s wildest fantasy.

Stunned to realize what Penelope just confessed. That it was he who she loved. That all those years when she’d been kind and loyal, encouraging and true, he’d had her heart and he’d taken her for granted. He’d flirted with dozens of other women and courted her cousin, he’d told her she wasn’t a woman and made her feel small and worthless and it was unintentional but by some miracle she still loved him. Penelope loved him the way he had always wanted to be loved and she could never imagine forsaking that love she had for him and it humbled Colin. The revelation broke his heart and healed it all at once and Colin was utterly speechless. But when Penelope turns to leave him, he did not speak or think, he instinctively reached for her and right there in the garden under the glowing moonlight, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington and it was perfect.

#Quotergirl mini fic #inspired by these gifs #bridgerton #polin #netflix bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 speculation #bridgerton season 3 #she fell first he fell harder #oh please oh please #penelope x colin #penelope featherington #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #friends to lovers

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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I really like your writing, I just recently downloaded tumblr since I was looking for more yandere content and you’re one of the first authors I followed.

So for my ask can I get the scenario of the reader being a former fan of the yandere, like reader was borderline obsessed fan girl who always try to help the yandere by making his homework and projects but one day the yandere had enough of reader’s help and humiliated her in front of a crowd and destroyed her hardwork. The reader then moved away due to start anew. Whiel the reader is away the yandere at first was happy but he starts to miss reader more and more to the point that he would go to her old house to apologize and have her be his fan again, but his is shocked to find the reader has moved away. Maybe when yandere is now successful he finds reader again and expecting reader to be inlove with him again flirts with them only to find out that reader attended therapist sessions and is no longer interested in him and is quite embarrassed of their former self. How would the yanderes react to reader no longer being their number one fan?

Thanks for reading my ask, I hope it doesn’t bother you

I’m going to combine these two requests if that’s okay since they’re similar! I really like this idea, and you should never feel bad about long requests! Thank you also for following me, that means a lot to me! I feel very special to be one of the first!

Title: Humiliate

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, name calling, death threats (not from Kuroo)

Summary: After an act of cruelty, Kuroo’s number one fan has a change of heart.

Part 2: here

humiliate

/verb/

make (someone) feel ashamed and foolish by injuring their dignity and self-respect, especially publicly:

It’s not until the team is leaving that you manage to catch up to them, a white box clutched closely to the red number 1 jersey you’re wearing. Your eyes are shining brightly as you gush over the team’s captain.

“Kuroo! You were amazing! That last play was spectacular! I’m so glad you guys won, you deserve it!”

Kuroo’s heard it all a million times, not least of all from you. You managed to show up at every game, every event. He knew you mainly by your face, he’s not sure if he ever got your name. Your excitement and fangirlish behavior always managed to overwhelm him.

“It’s a little late, but…” you thrust the white box forward, into Kuroo’s chest. He fumbles it a little, shocked by the sudden assault. The top of the box is clear, showing a vanilla cake with frosting spelling out “Happy Birthday Kuroo!”

Now that’s just creepy. He’s never had a fan as diehard as you, and it makes him uncomfortable. He’s not even sure what to say.

A crowd has gathered by now, mainly of fans from inside the stadium, and it just serves to put more pressure on him as they whisper things about you and him. “Are they dating?” “Isn’t that weird?” “Isn’t that cute?” “Who does that?”

The other fangirls look on with jealousy and disgust, and he can’t help but feel even more overwhelmed by their presence as well. Everything was coming to a halt.

You remained smiling blissfully, unaware that Kuroo was getting sick of all your attention. You’d been at this for so long that this was the last straw to break the camel’s back.

You’ve always disturbed him with your intensity and obsessive behavior. You were practically everywhere he went and always trying to strike up a conversation, even when he clearly wasn’t interested. You’d tried to apply for the team manager position when it was open and then even the social media manager position. You were always decked out in merch and often seen carrying a Kuroo plush.

Kuroo let the cake fall from his hands. It seemed to move in slow motion until it hit the ground with a satisfying sound, causing a smile to tug at his lips. The crowd was silent, you were finally silent, frozen in shock and horror, trying to convince yourself it had been an accident.

“You’re a freak,” he spits out, “You’re always following us around and stalking us on social media and in person. It’s so creepy, you’re lucky you haven’t been arrested for harassment. Just leave me alone- everyone would be happier if you left and never came back.”

The first tear slipped from your eye and more followed quickly after. He watched as you crumbled into a mess of heartbroken sobs and desperate glances, as though you still thought he might comfort you in this moment of despair.

The group of fangirls began to laugh, their voices high-pitched and cruel. The team and several people in the crowd began to as well, and Kuroo couldn’t help but join him. This just seemed to break you more, as you blankly let a couple of sympathetic people in the crown pull you away.

You don’t stay to hear anything else. In a moment, you’re running away, so fast you’re nearly tripping over your own feet. Fleeing the scene Kuroo had created.

You wiped away more tears as you deactivated your last social media account. It was the best choice, after all those fans had sent you horrible messages and even doxxed you. You could barely stand to think about some of those messages.

“Kill yourself” “How pathetic” “Just die”...

You shuddered and turned off your phone. You’d have to change your number as well. At least no one had showed up at your house. What cowards… of course people were more content to sit behind a screen and say awful things instead of actually showing up in person to do anything.

Shrugging your shoulders a little, you turned back to the TV, where your new favorite show was playing. You had been to a therapist several times since the incident and your mood was improving greatly. She had suggested you put the energy you’d once put in Kuroo and his team into something new, like a hobby or something fictional.

This show was definitely more interesting to watch than volleyball, if you were being honest. And it felt safer to obsess over book characters than real people. At least they couldn’t hurt you like Kuroo did.

Kuroo, on the other hand, had begun to suffer from your disappearance. You no longer showed up to games, and he assumed you must be watching him from your TV. He couldn’t blame you for not showing up in person, but he swore he could hear your cheering voice missing from the crowd.

It was lonely, to be surrounded by thousands of people, but missing just one voice you wished to hear.

However, he didn’t realize that’s what he was missing until he asked the team what happened to their weekly treats. When one of his teammates said that you had sent them in every week, without fail, he felt like he’d been stabbed right through the heart. You did that for all of them? How didn’t he realize that?

He tried to keep it bottled up, tried not to be bothered by not seeing your face in the crowd anymore. But it was getting to him, even affecting his performance in every game.

He found himself searching for your social media, so he could apologize and let you know it was safe to come back to his games or whatever it was you needed to hear. He wasn’t sure what your name was, but managed to find a video of what he’d done to you and saw a user tagged in the text above. The name sounded right, so he clicked on it.

Deleted account.

Kuroo’s heart sunk in his chest. Somehow, he knew this was you. Searching your name in other social media apps gave him no results- apparently you’d deleted all of your accounts.

Swallowing back his guilt, he searched for something a little less innocent than your name. It was quick to find once he knew what he was looking for. One of his fans had, after all, doxxed you.

He headed out for your house immediately. He’d just talk to you, clear things up, and everything would be fine!

He pulled into your driveway and his heart leapt in his chest when he saw you bringing mail inside. He practically fell out of his car, calling your name to get you to stop and turn around.

You did just that, looking at him with an expression like you were seeing a ghost. All the color had drained from your face and your lips parted in fear.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I really am. I shouldn’t have said those things.”

Why didn’t you act happy to see him? Shouldn’t you be throwing yourself all over him with relief that he cared?

You had made your way to the door and were starting to fumble with your keys. You’d apparently just gotten home when you stopped to grab your mail. Lucky him.

“Please accept my apology! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please just come back to my games…” Kuroo felt like he was being slowly choked, tears stinging his eyes in desperation. He couldn’t understand why you weren’t acting like yourself.

“I accept your apology.” You responded, but before he could sigh in relief, you continued. “But just because I accept your apology doesn’t mean I’m going back. I’ve grown up, I’m over you and your team and just volleyball in general.”

Kuroo remained frozen in place. You were… over him? How could you change so much so quickly? Had he really hurt you that badly? It had only been a couple of months… how could you leave him? How dare you leave him?

As you went back to fumbling with your keys, Kuroo advanced on you like a lion on its prey. If you weren’t going to obsess over him, fine. Then the roles were switched.

He’d change your mind, no matter what it took.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #yandere x reader #one shot #yandere kuroo #kuroo tetsurou

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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year

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𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬.

¡! ❞ You can never love him, not in the way he loves you. You say that over and over but Dazai Osamu has other things in store for you.

"So... Is that how it is?" said the brunette with a tone colder than ice and a face devoid of any and all emotion. He sat in a wooden chair with his arms placed in front of him as he stared downwards at your shaking form. Deafening silence filled the room as neither one of you was willing to speak up, not after the horrible mistake you had just committed.

"You will never be my first love, no matter how hard you try Dazai! Someone else already took that place, someone that isn't you!"

Those words echoed loudly inside Dazai's mind and he tried to hard to prevent himself from scoffing. Even now a dead man was more important to you, a rotting hunk of flesh that couldn't say nor do anything but you didn't budge, you never budged. What you said, it... it hurt. It hurt him and it still hurts. It felt as though he got stabbed in the chest and the knife was being twisted over and over and over and all over again and the sheer force of the pain would bring Dazai back down to Earth, back to the Hell he calls a home, back to you.

Is this karma? Is this divine retribution for all his past actions?

His dear old Odasaku always wanted for Dazai to become good, to be good but his past had caught up with him and old habits die hard. He was torn and conflicted - was he nothing more but a waste of space or a human being that deserved to live if not a happy then a so called normal life?

It dawned on him and after what felt like an eternity, Dazai grinned, a wicked, devilish grin that grew and grew until it almost made you throw up. His face was inches away from yours, chapped lips just barely threatening to steal yet another precious kiss from your own as Dazai finally decided to break the horrible tension.

"You were right dear, I will never be your first love..."

Was he coming to his senses? What was he saying, is it foolish to get your hopes up yet?

"But..."

You could feel his cold and long fingers on your face, toying with the bruised and bloody flesh as his chocolate brown eyes glared horribly at you, as if they were sharp daggers ready to kill anyone who dared to get in their way.

"...I have become something much, much more important, something that you just won't be able to live without."

You could feel one of his arms swiftly creeping up towards your head and you felt a sharp thug upwards, causing you to yell in agony as his other hand painfully squished your cheeks, his fingernails ripping into the softness of your cheeks. Dazai carefully watched the tiny trickles of crimson red blood fall onto the white bandages on his hands, as if he was admiring the view so to speak. Well he was, actually. Your pretty blood had now stained his bandages and it could be considered a work of art, to him at least but, that wasn't too important at the moment, not when you had oh so carelessly broken his heart into a million little pieces.

"I may not be your first love but I sure as Hell am going to be your last one. And that darling is much more important."

If you weren't going to let him heal you he was left with no choice other than to break you.

🕊️ TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @misskisses, @sxy0ung, @rosemary108233, @itssara-chan

This man is so hard to write for I swear, but I really tried with this, m'kay?

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anonymous-dentist · 5 months

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Soulmate au where everyone with a soulmate has a little marking on their wrist in the shape of something related to their soulmate. It isn’t usually romantic, like we’ve got Pac with a creeper on his wrist and Mike with a little Pac Man symbol.

And Roier? He has a cat, but he’s never really believed in soulmates. He’s always been a firm believer in Having Fun and not tying himself down to someone because of fate; if he wants to settle down with someone, it’ll be because he loves them, not because a magical tattoo is telling him to

He tries Spreen, gets stabbed for it. Decides that love isn’t worth anything, decides that his real soulmate is the torture chamber under his basement

And then a boat crashes on the island, and time seems to slow down as Roier accidentally meets the eyes of one of the poor Brazilians trapped in the boat’s office

Meet Cellbit, who’s managed to convince himself that he doesn’t deserve a soulmate after all the terrible things he’s done. He wears long sleeves and he wears gloves that cover his wrists, so almost nobody knows what his soulmate symbol is. But he knows. He knows it’s a spider, which is one of the few things that freak him out, so, like. Nah. He’s good

Unfortunately for the audience, our two idiots don’t realize shit for a very long time. Roier doesn’t wear a spider-man logo until after their engagement. He calls Cellbit ‘gatinho’, but he does so as a flirtatious counter to ‘guapito’. Both of them keep their symbols covered, and neither really care about the whole ‘soulmate’ thing at all because they’ve decided they love each other and that’s what matters

It takes until Festa Junina for someone to put the physical pieces together, and it’s actually Foolish. He knows how to keep a secret, though, so he stays quiet until the date. He gets Leo to spill wine all over Cellbit and Roier’s hands where they’re joined over the table, soaking their sleeves (and gloves) through

Roier immediately swears and swats playfully at his sister. He rolls up his sleeves, showing his symbol off for the first time as Cellbit begrudgingly pulls his gloves off to let them dry, showing his symbol for the first time. Who cares if they see each other’s symbols? They’re getting married no matter what at this point, probably, who cares about soulmates?

The world freezes. They look at each other’s symbols, and everything just sort of clicks into place

Roier laughs so hard he cries. Of course! Of course he managed to fall in love with his soulmate without even knowing it was him!

Cellbit, though, is quieter. He still doesn’t know how to feel about the whole Abueloier Thing, and he isn’t sure if Roier would even want to be soulmates with him

The answer, of course, is a resounding “Of course, pendejo! I forgave you before I even found out we’re soulmates, shut up. Let’s go back to the castle. Now.”

So they go back to the castle, and they talk, and they decide that them being soulmates doesn’t really even matter because they would’ve fallen in love with each other regardless of what the Goddesses of Love had planned. Maybe that’s because they’re soulmates, or maybe it’s because they’re so in love that they don’t need to be. It’s a bit of a paradox, but so is everything else on the island. They’re in love, and that’s all that matters.

(They don’t tell the rest of the island, though. They wanna see how long it takes everyone to figure it out.)

(Joke’s on them, everybody already had a pretty good idea after one week of them hanging out together.)

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fuzzysocksstuff · 11 months

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Leo has been the leader since day one

Alright, I haven't seen this conversation yet, but I can't be the only one who's noticed this. This isn't my usual post- not that I post often- but art is WIP.

~aannnnyyway~

Leo has been the (back seat) leader of the Mad Dogs since day one.

Mobile users, RIP no seriously, you are digging your own grave

In the first two episodes he shows his potential, he thinks ahead, guides the team, makes astute observations, shows his knowledge of his team (including himself), and makes his own plans (even if Raph has made a plan, he almost always has his own).

I'll go through the first two episodes chronologically.

First is Mystic Mayhem.

-This is a good example of understanding himself-

Leo: So . . . You guys from Jersey?

Mikey: Really Leo?

Leo: What? I can't make a joke in the middle of the craziest thing ever? That's how I cope.

-Leo stops his brothers and forces them to think ahead-

Mikey: Should we just ask him for it?

Leo: And what do we say when he asks us why we want it? That we need to go after our best friend, who disappeared into a wall after our priceless weapons were destroyed by mystical jogger guys?

-Not only is Leo showing how well he knows his dad, he executes his own plan when Raph's first plan fails, without asking his brothers first-

Raph: How'd you get that?

Leo: You know he always passes out after milk and cake.

-Now, this example is a debatable one, yes it shows his understanding of Raph, but it may also just be to shown to establish relationships in general since this was the first episode-

Donnie: A few hours ago I would have called this foolish and impossible. Now I just call it foolish.

Mikey: Say what you want Donnie. Raph'll pull is off 'cause if he doesn't, we'll loose our best friend forever.

Leo: Mikey, don't say that. You know he chokes under pressure.

Donnie: Leo, he's even more self-conscious when you talk about it.

-Here, while happy to see April again, he keeps the team on the task that got them in the hidden city in the first place. It can be argued if this was on purpose or not; but it still showcases his natural ability to lead-

Donnie: According to my calculations, we are in a tertiary-metaverse.

April: Actually, I've been doing some exploring, and we're in a hidden city deep under New York!

Leo: So where's the dog thingy?

-There are even subtle moments where Leo takes the lead; after Donnie takes out Draxum's robot with his tech, Leo is the only one talking to Draxum directly for the team. This is another debatable example, you could say Leo is just being the face man here, but I'd like to include it-

Draxum: Accidently impressive. With a little bit of training you can be formidable as I hoped.

Leo: Okay, well, great, and since you're surrendering. . .

Draxum: Baron Draxum does not surrender.

Leo: Okay, well, when he gets here we'll deal with him. . . oh, ho, ho, I see. You're doing that whole "sinister talking in the third person" thing.

-Here, he is the only one to once again question Raph's decision, and present his own idea instead-

Raph: We just defeated a boss villain. We're heroes. We deserve a name like Mad Dogs.

Leo: Mad dogs? You don't think something like Mutant Ninja Turtle Teens or. . .I don't know. Maybe - we'll keep brain storming.

The very next episode has soooo many parallels to the movie.

Origami Tsunami.

The dialog is long on this one and, despite the humor, throughout this scene Leo guides his brothers to the best mission for their skill level.

Mikey: Yo, Leo, we're gonna be heroes!

Leo: Okay, what's the plan? Solve the city's rat problem?

Splinter: Hey now. I am standing right here.

Raph: Pfft, no way. We're crime fighters!

Donnie: Okay, check this out. The Spine Breaking Bandit!

Raph: Yeah. Go big or go home!

Leo: Yeah, go home in a stretcher. What else you got?

Donnie: Hmm, well this one's kind of lame. Someone stole paper from a delivery truck.

Leo: Not on my watch! This is exactly the kind of junior level mischief we can put an end to.

-Leo then hypes his brothers up for this mission-

Raph: Really? That'll make us heroes? But it's only paper.

Leo: It's only paper. I'm so sorry. Donnie, what did he say? Did he say it's only paper?

Donnie: Yup.

Leo: Did he say it's only paper?

Donnie: Yes, he did.

Leo: Okay! That's what they all say. You think the road to hero town is paved in real crime? No! It's paved with the tears of the poor paper man. And who helps that guy? I'll tell you who; we are who!

Raph, Mikey, and Donnie: Yes!

-When Raph's first plan fails, and he sees how discouraged his brothers get...-

Donnie: Uh, quick question. Did we seriously get schooled by paper thieves?

Raph: I didn't swoop like a boss. I swoop like a noob.

Mikey: Man, this seemed like a really cool idea until we didn't succeed at it.

-...so, Leo gives a "hero" speech, like he does in the movie. Although this motiving speech needs some help, he still tries-

Leo: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Where'd my brothers go? Mikey, where's your. . .legendary optimism? Raph, where's your, ya know, your go-getter attitude? And Donnie, where's your. . . your thing, your - emotionless passion?

Donnie: Here.

Leo: We can still catch these lame old paper crooks and be heroes!

-In continuing this scene, we see the Leo make and execute his own plan, now that Raph's impulsive plan has failed-

Donnie: Yeah, that's gonna be hard. This was the last paper store in town.

Leo: Hmm. . . or was it?

Donnie: Yeah, I. . .I literally just said that.

-Again he takes the lead talking to the foot clan first (could just be that he's a face man here, but nonetheless)-

Leo: Okay twerp. . . and surprisingly big man. It's four against two. So what you say we just call it a day, right?

-Leo uses his observations to guide the team, here when the foot are making their origami soldiers, Leo realizes taking out the paper ninjas isn't a solution-

Leo: We're getting no where fighting these guys. We gotta take out the source.

-After Raph ~properly~ uses his ninpo for the first time, Leo again uses his surroundings to find a solution, in doing so he shows both guiding his team, and astute observations-

Leo: Hm. Mikey, the sprinklers!

-Even at the end of the second episode, they look to Leo for reassurance and support-

Mikey: So. . .does this count as a win?

Leo: Well, I don't know. Let's think about it. Did the bad guys get their big supply of paper? Uh, no. Did they build their army of soilders? No. No they didn't. Are they otherwise Thwarted, and we unscathed?

Raph, Donnie, and Mikey: Yes!

Leo: Hero mission accomplished, my friends!

Alright.

First off, if you've made it this far, thanks for attending my not even close to life changing ted talk. I hope you have enjoyed my rant.

In conclusion,

Leo has the potential to lead, just prefers to do as little work as possible. He almost always passes resonsibility onto someone else, however when he has no other choice but to lead he does it well without realizing it. There are many other subtle examples sprinkled throughout season 1 and 2.

I have more thoughts on this, but this post is already the height of the empire state building.

Class Dismissed.

#did I really just spend this much time writing this?#yes #yes I did #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

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bysaber · 5 months

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Picking the perfect tree ft. Obito Uchiha

Day 02 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — obito uchiha, an exiled war criminal, doesn’t understand why you’re so obsessed with a tree.

word count — 807

content — fluff, post-war!obito (he survived because I wanted him to), he’s a sad boi, longing, friends to lovers kinda

notes — hai! second fic of many I hope ^_^ obito is my fav boy and this isn’t the only fic I’ll write for him in this event even though I know not many people simp for him. on a second note, I’m really hoping I can write all the 31 days. send me good luck! <3

“I don’t see the point.”

Obito stood by your side with crossed arms, his puzzled eyes watching you cautiously as you analyzed a pine tree as if it were the most important and interesting thing in the world.

Maybe it was, but he didn’t get it.

“Nah, this one is not good enough,” you stated, at last.

He sighed, more lost than ever, not complaining when your gloved hand closed around his wrist and dragged him further into the forest.

“They all look the same to me,” he observed. “Sure, some are smaller and have fewer branches, but they’re just… trees?”

Your giggle didn’t go unnoticed by him and, as usual, it warmed his body in that unfamiliar way, his stomach fluttering from this all-new sensation.

No, not new.

Obito knew exactly what feeling was that; something he felt when he was just a foolish kid, the feeling that made him try harder to impress someone, that got him all messy and blushy and kissing portraits.

The feeling that created longing and, eventually, created hate.

Looking back, what was Obito doing if not trying desperately not to forget what it was like to feel like that? Starting a war to feel it again, even if it weren’t real.

Countless mistakes in the name of love, and Obito just accepted he wasn’t deserving of such a thing – love.

And yet, you stood there in front of him. Picking a damn tree for whatever reason, and making him feel all over again.

After being forgiven but exiled to a distant village, there you were. You knew his crimes and yet you showed up at his door every day, convincing him to take a walk with you until you became friends.

And today you showed up smiling like always, “Hey, let’s buy a tree for your house.”

And there you were.

“I liked the way you described the trees, so I’ll trust your eyes,” you said after a while, apparently conflicted. “I don’t know if we should pick this one or that one, which one is taller and has more branches?”

He wanted to laugh at you and your silliness, but eventually gave up, “That one.”

You smiled widely at him and, even though he wanted to scream at you to stop making him feel like that, he smiled shyly back at you.

Quickly talking to the couple who ran the tree business, you paid them while Obito seemed lost in thoughts and you brought the tree home with the help of some ninjas that worked there.

When the tree was installed in a corner of his living room and the two of you were left alone again, he blinked slowly with a blank expression, “I still don’t get it. Why do I need a tree inside my house?”

He was so clueless it was cute and you couldn’t help but laugh, flustering him further, “You’re such a dork, Obito! Let me finish this, ok?”

With red hot cheeks, he hummed in agreement as you placed your backpack on the table and started pulling out a lot of weird things.

Weird, but beautiful things.

He eyed you curiously as you circled the tree with some sort of wire he couldn’t distinguish, wondering what that was for, and then you started putting beautiful decorations on the branches. It didn’t take long for the tree to come to life, bringing some sort of comfort to his dead house.

“Can you help me?” you asked after a while and he nodded, standing up as you handed him a star. “Put it on the top of the tree, please. I can’t reach it.”

He did exactly as he was told – he still didn’t understand what it was for but it was incredibly beautiful and, foremost, done by you.

When the star was placed he looked at you, then at the tree, and back at you, “It looks–”

“Wait! There’s still one thing for you to see before you say anything,” you interrupt him as you run to plug in the tree lights.

When you finally did and the tree lightened up, Obito got taken aback by the beauty of it all. All the colors and decorations came together, lighting up his living room and warming his heart. Something you did for him.

“Here in the village, we celebrate something called Christmas, a time to be reunited with people we love and celebrate. This is a Christmas tree, but there’s so much more I can show you,” you finally explain. “And I was hoping we could celebrate Christmas together.”

Obito looked down, tears burning his eyes without a warning. Everything you’ve done, everything you’ve said tendering his soul like a remedy on every open wound he had.

It felt like he’d found the love he had reached for, for so long.

“Yes… yes, we can.”

#s23ficmas #wbysaber #obito uchiha x reader #uchiha obito x reader #obito x reader #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #naruto #fluff #x reader #fanfic

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Goodbye to you

Warnings; Angst, heartbreak, unrequited love.

I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

If you enjoyed this please consider giving this a reblog ❤️

"It's you. It's always been you" Steve says to Nancy, you can feel your heart breaking in your chest.

Because stupidly you thought that Steve could love you. That you could be the one to heal his heart so he could finally move on from Nancy.

It was a stupid hope and you turn away blinking back tears. Somehow you thought that the nights that you spent together with Steve meant something.

The two of you had grown close after the events of last summer. You had gotten roped into all the shit that was going on in Hawkins while working with Steve and Robin at Scoops Ahoy and now Family Video.

Eddie meets your gaze his looking pained as he rubs your arm.

"I'm sorry. Shit, I told Steve to go for it, to fight for Nancy. I didn't know you two were a thing I swear" you offer Eddie a smile and shrug.

"It's okay. I know it's always going to be Nancy for Steve. It's never going to be me. I've known it all along and I should have stopped kidding myself" you don't want to look at Nancy and Steve anymore and follow Robin deeper into the woods.

Steve catches up with you at some point. It's just the two of you as Nancy has joined Eddie and Robin.

"You okay?" Steve asks you and gently touches your arm. His very touch makes your heart speed up in your chest, damn traitor heart.

Things would be so much easier if you could switch of your feelings.

"Should be asking you that" you nod to the marks on his body and neck.

"I'll live" he shrugs and his hand entwines with yours. "Felt like we haven't gotten a minute alone"

The urge to cuddle into him and forget the world for a little while is strong but you can't do that. There's no use pretending that you can be someone who means something to him.

"Steve...don't" he pauses and looks at you confused and you feel the tears fall from your eyes and wipe them away hastily.

"I heard what you said to Nancy, I heard it all Steve. Stupidly, I thought this thing between us meant something but I know that it's not true. You'll always want Nancy, I can't compete with that. I don't want to be a second choice"

"You're not... She's with Jonathan. She doesn't want me" you sigh and shake your head.

"If she dumped Jonathan then you would be with her in a heartbeat. I'm not just someone you can pick up when you're lonely and then disregard when your dream girl wants you back. I deserve more than that" you tell him as you stand your ground.

Steve runs his hand through his hair, his brown eyes full of confusion.

"It thought we agreed it was just a casual thing?" you nod and cringe at how careless you had been with your heart, how foolish you were.

"I know. Then I fell in love with you and it's all fucked up" he stares at you stunned.

"You love me?" he whispers and you smile and gently touch his cheek.

"You don't see how amazing you are, do you? Your parents were such bullshit that you grew up thinking you couldn't be loved, that you weren't worthy of it but you are Steve. You are so amazing and I wish you would see that"

He's staring at you, his lips parted, eyes wide and full of wonder.

"I really hope Nancy finally realizes that. I hope you get the girl Steve" you press a kiss to his lips, tender and gentle and then walk away even though it breaks you apart.

Steve pulls you back to him and you wonder what he is going to say. He opens his mouth and then closes it, he looks conflicted and you decide to tell him something you had been thinking about for a while.

"If we survive this. If Vecna and The Upside Down are destroyed then I am leaving Hawkins. Travel a bit, and see the world"

Steve takes this in, his mouth drops a bit and he looks stunned.

"Leaving. You're leaving?" you nod.

"Yes. It's like I said, Steve. I hope Nancy finally chooses you but I need to choose myself, I need to protect my heart because youll only break it in the end"

Robin calls you both to follow her, Eddie and Nancy and you give Steve a soft smile before rushing to catch up.

You would pick up your broken heart later, right now. Right now you had to kill monsters.

💕💕

It was over. Vecna had been defeated and the threat looming over Hawkins had been defeated. The Upside Down was no more.

Your friends were okay and you felt hope for the first time in a while that you were going to have a future.

Eddie is beside you, a suitcase haphazardly tucked in beside yours.

Jim Hopper was miraculously back from the dead and had cleared Eddie of any wrongdoing in the murders Vecna caused.

It would be nice to have a friendly face while you were travelling, to have a friend.

Despite that and after graduating where he promptly flipped the bird to their principal he declared he was sticking to his word and getting out of this town.

A town that had never been on his side. He wanted a fresh start as much as you did. Wayne would be joining you both soon.

After goodbyes, for now, specifically one between Eddie and Dustin that tugged on your heartstrings you were getting ready to leave.

Robin hugs you tight once again then Max.

"Steve could still show. Maybe if you wait like a little bit, he could make it" Robin suggests hopeful and you smile at her optimism.

"Robin it's okay. I know Steve wants to be with Nancy. I can't force him to love me, he loves Nancy. I'll be back before you know it, this will be good for me. I've always planned on travelling"

Eddie beeps the horn.

"Come on sweetheart. Times a ticking gotta make a few miles by sundown" you roll your eyes at his theatrics and head inside.

You wave at your friends as Eddie begins to drive. A wave of peace settles over you as you head off for a new adventure.

❤️

Steve had been distracted all day at Family Video, flustered and unable to focus.

He loved Nancy so why did he feel so sick at the thought of you leaving?

You were his friend. He needed you in his life.

"What the fuck am I doing?" he whispered to himself and called to Justin to man the fort as he heads out of the store and makes a run for it, to see you.

He's out of breath by the time he arrives and looks around for Eddie's van.

It's nowhere in sight but Dustin, Max and Robin are clustered together. Max wiping her eyes.

"She's gone Steve, she just left" Steve feels his stomach drop.

"What?" you left. He feels a heavy ache settle in his chest and he can't imagine not seeing your face every day, hearing your laugh, talking to you.

He shakes his head. Fuck, he got so caught up with Nancy that he didn't see a good thing when he had it.

And now he lost you.

❤️

Goodbye to you

Goodbye to everything that I knew

You were the one I loved

The one thing that I tried to hold on to

Goodbye to you, good bye to everything that I knew.

You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold on to.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic

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cosmic-d1ce · 6 months

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FML again

Pac realised he really isn't a good person.

"Do you ever... want to tell someone something but can't?" Pac asks, looking to the stars with a distant expression. He doesn't seem all there tonight, something has been bothering him. Fit can tell.

"Not really. Why?"

"I just... I wanna tell you something but I know that if I do, everything will get worse." Pac's eyes drift from the sky and over to the side, away from Fit.

They've been sat together for some time. It's something they like to do sometimes, to relax. Together. It's nice. It's always calm, just the two of them, usually at night. A single lantern shared between the pair. Foolish called it romantic.

"How so?" Fit prompts, watching Pac's expression carefully.

"It's... hard to explain." Pac hesitates before he continues. "I know this is something you want to know. It's something you deserve to know. I just know I can't tell you."

Fit hums. "Sounds complicated."

"It is." Pac huffs. "It's so... awful. I hate it. I can't do anything about it."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I think I could have. A while ago. It's too late now." Pac's voice trembles slightly. "We laughed when we found out. Our friend was being hurt and all we did was laugh. We could have done something but didn't because it just... didn't matter to us."

Fit can't quite figure out what Pac is talking about. "What?"

"We got told that something awful was happening and we all laughed. Me, Mike, Cellbit, Felps- and Forever! We- we all laughed about it." Pac reiterates. "We watched someone be mentally and physically destroyed and laughed about it! We did nothing because we didn't care."

Fit grows more concerned with every word. "This... sounds really serious, Pac." he says, unable to keep the nervous tremble out of his voice.

"It is! It really is but I can't... we can't do anything." Pac cards his fingers through his hair, making it messy.

"Why not?"

"I told you. Everything will get worse. People will be hurt, you might get hurt, I might get hurt! I don't want that!" Pac raises his voice and finally turns to look Fit in the eye as he finishes. His eyes shine with unshed tears.

"Pac-"

"I just want to protect the people I love." His voice is quiet again as he pulls his knees up to his chest. "I feel so guilty. Sometimes, I feel like I'm no better than the people we're fighting. Y'know, at least the Federation look for their kidnapped workers. They don't laugh when one of them gets hurt. They do something about it."

Fit hesitates. "That's... Only partly true. You're a great person Pac, you have nothing to worry about..."

"I'm not. I've changed a lot since being here and I just... I was... I am an awful person, Fit. For what I've done to him... Even if I haven't directly hurt him, I let it happen. I watched his life be destroyed and laughed about it!"

Fit can't help but wonder what he's talking about. It could be a lot of things. It could be something from before the island. Fit really has no way to know. He wonders, though, what it could be if it was recent. What could it be? Who could he be talking about?

It takes a while for it to click. It takes a few days before Fit makes the connection between what Pac told him and Phil.

When he comes into Cellbit's castle to talk to Pac and sees him with both Cellbit and Phil, everything seems to make sense again.

"Pac... Can I talk to you?" Fit asks, after a cautious apology for barging in unannounced.

Cellbit and Pac share a quick glance.

"We'll be okay, I think...? Cellbit gives Phil a questioning look, silently asking for confirmation. When Phil nods, Cellbit looks back to Pac, "You can go."

Fit takes a second to take in what he's seeing. Something is wrong with Phil. His leg. There's a golden apple, bandages and a potion next to him on the bench. Cellbit and Pac seem to be tending to whatever wound he's gotten. Fit is still somewhat angry with Phil, he never got over what he did. It still hurts. Still, he feels bad. A part of him wants to go over and help, the part of him that worries that what Pac said was about Phil. The rest of him feels too bitter.

"Warp over to mine?" Fit suggets, pulling out his warp stone.

Pac nods as he takes his from his pocket. They warp and Fit can't wait more than a few seconds before he speaks.

"Pac. The other day. Were... were you talking about Phil?"

His companion is taken aback for a moment too long. "I-I can't tell you... I'm sorry."

Fit isn't sure if he should take that as confirmation or not. He's worried. Unbelievably so. Pac seems so sad, so upset and worried and scared and Fit can't stand to see it. He's worried about Pac and he's worried about Phil. Despite everything, he's worried about the stupid bastard. This was the only thing that could make him stop worrying but it's only made it worse.

"I want to tell you, Fit. I do, I really do. I know it would make you feel better if I could but I can't. Please, understand."

"I do. I get it. I'm just... worried. I'm so worried. About you and Phil."

Pac is surprised, "I thought you hated him?"

"No... I was just angry. I'm still angry but he was my friend and I do care. If you were talking about him... I don't think I'd ever forgive myself..." Fit feels his heart sink at the thought of it.

"You should. It's not your fault." Pac doesn't hesitate for even a moment before he responds.

Fit is almost certain he knows what that means.

He was right.

#qsmp #forever my love au #philever #forphil #qsmp pac #qsmp fit #hideduo #tw abuse mention #tw abuse #qsmp fic #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp au

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 29 days

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i feel like yao is someone whose adaptability generally ranks very high on his list of traits... yes he's so fucking proud and it causes 20398492578 internet debacles between nichukor all the time, and yes he has a complex about being treated with the gravity and respect that he thinks he deserves, as a growing world power and person (subjectively objectively) full of age old, well distilled wisdom, but he's also not foolish enough to be wounded at the slightest insult. like his emotional tolerance and regulation has, imo gotten (slightly) better over the centuries, and certain things are just water off a duck's back now. he knows that sometimes he's just playing a part, and doesn't expect nor care for anyone to recognize him as an unfathomably important or vast nation; like he has to live his day-to-day too, and it gets bothersome if everyone was hanging off his every word because they see his age. if you want to see a scrappy post-90/90后 trying to make it in the city, sure; if you want to a see rich young businessman, sure; if you want to see an energetic government official (or a disillusioned one), sure. it doesn't matter to him because the opinions of ordinary citizens are ultimately inconsequential compared to those of the other nations/govts, and he can play whatever part he wants them to see. he'd probably find it somewhat fun to drop references or subtly hint at his age and observe people's reactions when they pick up on it. if someone really disrespects him (couldve been bc he's actually being a dick, but if it actually devolves to age-based insults) he could always just reveal that he's actually wang yao, the personification of your homeland and everything you know, as well as the guy who actually birthed your mom (didn't you know), etc. and he'd probably get a good laugh out of it too lol. what really matters to him is other nation's opinions, and they know enough to give him at least grudging respect. idk i feel like he's just gotten good at tuning out what he thinks doesn't matter in order to focus on playing his part well, to get what he wants from the people actually calling the shots. how or whether his citizens perceive everything that he is, doesn't really matter.

also again; mf definitely isn't the vainest out of all the nations but he sure loves his beauty standards. puts face masks on every weekend despite nations not aging like humans bc he's not risking it...

#not really adding onto prev post but more of my thoughts i suppose #brain stuck on yao unable to move on. anyways #aph china #hws china #musings #also im sorry for being petty(?) but sometimes i think people are too obsessed with moving yao out of the twink category #and into the old man category. which is like. if you want dilfs i can 100% empathize but also ?#idk i just dont get the twink yao dislike ig i think he looks youthful but the first 5 words out of his mouth dispels that notion #IMMEDIATELY. and then you're just left with city slicker old man who gets on your nerves while also looking criminally pretty lol #hetalia #hetalia headcanons #hws

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somebluemelodies · 10 months

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i saw that one screenshot of Cellbit and Roier that screamed AU and it altered something in my brain chemistry so here's what i created in response. tumblr needs more spiderbit fics so here's my first contribution :]

There are pros and cons of being a personal guard.

Cellbit practically knows the prince like the back of his hand. What makes Roier happy, what makes him sad. All the drama and his feelings and all the other comings-and-goings.

He likes it. He really likes Roier.

(He loves Roier.)

Maybe he loves Roier, but that’s nobody’s business but his own (and Richarlyson’s, his loveable little nuisance of a son, who enjoys trying to play Cupid far too much for his own good).

Roier is the prince, next heir to the Brown de Luque throne. And he’s… a guard.

Even if the feelings were mutual, even if he’s helped Roier sneak out more times than he can count to find new places to watch the sunset, so Bobby could see from wherever he was among the stars that his adoptive father hasn’t lost that sense of adventure, of bending the rules just a little bit.

Even under a sky painted navy blue and flecked with white, and kisses are exchanged to an audience of no one but themselves.

He’s just a guard to his prince.

It’s for the best, though, Cellbit tells himself. He’s not royalty, and he never has been. No, he’s the opposite of royalty.

Roier deserves the best: royalty just like him. The best isn’t a prisoner-escapee from faraway lands, isn’t an ex-meticulous-murderer-and-manipulator, even if he spent years reforming himself so he could become a guard to begin with. The best isn’t broken.

The best isn’t Cellbit.

(Even if Richarlyson tries to reassure him otherwise. Even if Roier says his past doesn’t matter, that everyone makes mistakes. His past does matter, he’s made too many mistakes.)

(Right?)

But it won’t stop Cellbit from doing his rightful duty; he’ll always protect the prince with everything he has. Roier will never be alone as long as Cellbit is around. He’d die for him, he’d kill for him. Because a man like him deserves nothing less.

It’s why he doesn’t react when he hears Kings Foolish and Vegetta break the news of an arranged marriage for their son. It’s why he ignores the way Richarlyson keeps incessantly tugging on his arm that night, urging him to act, to object. Lest he lose what he loves for good.

It’s why he shakes his head, why he tells himself it’s for the best. It’s why he scolds himself for wanting something, someone, that was never his in the first place - because it was never his place.

(No matter how many hushed sweet nothings. No matter how many tight embraces or sunset kisses or familial feelings.)

He’s just a guard to his prince.

#qsmp #spiderbit #cellbit #roier #part two????#also first post LETS GO #starting off strong #and angsty #sorry guys #blue writes qsmp #spiderbit royals au

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bollur · 1 year

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Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something? (2/2)

[casually rolls back in with a smoothie] hi, so like, i know you just wanted my opinion, but i honestly loved this idea so much i had to get a bit more creative with it. i hope you don't mind!~

for everyone else, this was the whole thing: "Hey, so... This might be weird, but... I had this thought, and I kinda wanna share it with you and hear your thoughts. So... Percy and a female s/o, right? Well, female s/o is on a quest for revenge, just like he was, her quest for revenge taking place right after the Briarwoods arc, kind of showing Percy what he looked like to the outside world, but unlike Percy, she figured out really quickly that she wouldn't be able to do it. Revenge Quest S/O anon here. Finishing the thought. She has someone at gunpoint, and finds herself unable to pull the trigger. She's shaking, terrified, and sees the same terror in the other person's eyes, and lets them go. How would Percy feel about this? Is he upset by this, or just relieved that they figured it out before they ended up like him and possessed by a demon or something?" well, here we are. no beta read, i die like the bitch i am. here's to hoping i still got it lmao

It was like walking on a wire.

Balance was vital in keeping things from worsening because it almost seemed there was no way to improve them. The evidence was in her eyes, her drive, and how she moved about like she were nothing but a cog in a machine. Percy wondered, at times, where she was going. She hadn’t been lost, no, not yet, but it was obvious that they were losing her.

Shame was a thing. It existed, and he found it quite often, especially looking back on the things he’d done and the way he had treated those he loved over it all. He had been a cruel man, all for the taste of his anger and revenge, and even with the demon gone, he found it something that now easily nested in his heart and fractured soul. He fought it constantly, battle after battle, and hated it so much—dragging it to the point that he often hated himself over it—more than he would ever admit.

That led to too many talks, too many sit-downs, and being watched, and while Percy was a foolish man who happily hurt himself and didn’t believe he deserved the life and love that was given to him, he couldn’t throw it away now. Did he hurt those around him? Yes, that point was obvious, but he tried. Gods above and below, did he try, all for the sake of them.

He still does because he knows the pain it would put on them if he were just to stop and just give up, no matter how much he wants to. He cannot let that happen to them, and certainly not with all they’ve put up with from him already. As much as he already felt it was wasted, there was too much work and effort put into him just to throw it all away like it was worth nothing.

They would keep working, and he would keep trying.

When he had something to work with, he became happier and less focused on his spiraling thoughts of isolation and pain, including others. Everyone always told him that he needed to slow down and take a break, and while maybe his body could, his mind was the opposite. He didn’t know how to shut it off, to empty it of those thoughts specifically, so for him, this was his break. It’s how he found himself focusing on her more than he already did.

There was never a moment, of course, where his mind did not wander back to her, no matter what horrors haunted him, and even in those moments, she was still found there, just in the worst of ways he never wanted to imagine. For all he could lie through his teeth and mask his suffering with squared shoulders, Percy would never lie about that. She deserved to know how much she was loved and treasured and how he turned to her like a plant greedy for the sun. He tried to bloom, as large and vibrant as he could, craving the attention she gave him amongst the field of many, wanting to ensure that he would continue to be seen.

So that one day, his fears would not come true, and he would not find himself so empty and alone without her.

Where was his sun going?

She was right here with him, beside him, but changing, darkening, and somewhere in her endless skies, the clouds were rolling in with a ferocious thunderstorm. Lightning cracked, splitting, and illuminating; in that light, he could see the lines in her face forming into a permanent fixture. He longed to reach up and smooth them away with a gentle touch. Percy knew, however, that healing was more than that, but it also wasn’t this route she had set herself to walk upon. There was a darkness in her eyes, clouding the fear that rested in the slight trembles of the hands and the thunder that carried in her voice to match the lion she acted as she roared.

It peeked out occasionally, those golden rays brightening a room when she was around those she loved, and the world seemed at peace once again, but they all knew well enough was dwelled below in that heart. He knew more than well enough.

Sometimes, he can’t meet her eyes, bring himself to face a mirror of what he had become—what he fears he may still be capable of becoming, and he hates that even more. Blaming himself, in some way, was the easiest step to take. If she had never seen, through him, what was possible, these would not be actions she would be taking.

If he would never have … If he would never have …

Well, that list could go on, couldn’t it? He could spend far too long droning on about the mistakes he had made, what he shouldn’t have done, and those were all things in the past—actions he could never re-step and creations he could never erase. He had to live and die with all of them, and watching her do the same to herself was something he had never imagined. In the end, would she be happy with her decisions? Could she live with them? Would it fill that hole in her chest and soul?

Would it only leave her empty and cold in those parts of the mind, still wondering and crying about why things ended up the way they did, driving her to this point, left with no closure and some of her humanity missing? She would still be bleeding and the wound unable to be found, and the past could not be erased.

No matter how much there is, blood cannot fill a hole with no bottom.

He can reason, at some points, that she should have been able to realize all of that with his experiences. She watched them, witnessed them firsthand, and saw the man it all left behind. If even a man remained in the gunpowder and smoke he trailed. She still existed, but for how long?

The talks the two of them had, do have, and he only finds himself more and more in the quick tongue, rising temper at the mention of the subject, the regret in her eyes as words spill that she doesn’t mean. He wasn’t so much of a fool to miss that she could tell what this was doing to him, and that was why she began trying to push him away, distance herself, and how that only hurt her more. Percy wondered, for her, which hurt more: the poison on the tongue that ate away at her or the isolation that rotted her soul?

Maybe she had an answer for that because, for as much as he tried, he just couldn’t decide.

The guilt tried to argue, as it did many times before, that if he just left, kept his nose out of it, she wouldn’t have that pain he gave her. It would be one less worry on her mind, one less burden on her shoulders, but he knows how much she's hurting beyond that. Love, compassion, and understanding were necessary, and she needed people. As much as she claimed she needed no one and could do this all alone, deep down, she was begging them to stay, to help and save her.

Was he projecting too much?

Perhaps that’s why he was scared when he saw her standing there, tall and determined, prepared to make a decision that would change her life forever. The boy who had lost everything, including himself, was standing there instead, and what could he do? Short of knocking her unconscious and pulling her away, which he had more than half a mind to do, he was taken aback by the pressure and thoughts; she could hate him for saving her, but for long would she be safe? Could she accept it completely this time, or would she try again, alone with no one at her side, and who knows then what would happen to her?

None of it healed the grief left behind, masked by the explosive emotions, only leaving it bare, exposed, and as strong as all hells. Where that grief might take her, along with the shame of her actions to those around her, the profound inability to want to live with it, he didn’t want her to go. At least not alone.

Please, take him too. Don’t leave him, not like this.

So, when time ticked away, the hesitation was present, and her shoulders began to curl in on themselves as they shook; looking at the person before her, he had to hide the way he physically felt himself start to soften. She couldn’t do it, and his breathing hitched the slightest, the weapon in her hand lowering inch by painful inch until it was hanging by a thread at her side. She held the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes, and while things would be taken over for her, all he could focus on was gently taking that arm and leading her away.

“Come on, love, let’s go home,” he spoke in a hushed tone that only the two of them would hear, leaning close as she began to cry silently, stilly, with her back turned, barricaded safely by the others, “Don’t regret this path you chose.”

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