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#it’s a LOVELY blue and green and breezy day

stevieschrodinger · 5 months

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Eddie notices things.

He might be loud and brash, might be over the top and his mouth might run away before his brain can kick in, but he still notices things.

He likes the details. Loves a fantasy world that’s so detailed it’s believable. Loves a tiny detail in a story that becomes relevant two hundred pages later. Loves a detail in a puzzle in a DnD game. He loves the minutia of everything.

So he notices these details about people. Mostly because Eddie likes to create people. He likes to write his own stories, likes to make his DnD characters real...foibles and all. Any time Eddie is alone, or bored, or waiting, sometimes he looks around and thinks, ‘if I were writing this, how would I describe it?’ And then he does...he writes in his head about the tree he can see, what the weather is doing right now, how he would describe the quality of the sunlight or the way the rain rattles against the window. He watches complete strangers and writes out their whole life in his head. Eddie likes the details, and he likes to create characters, and he also thinks, a lot of the time, you write what you know.

So yeah, Eddie pays attention to the people around him. How they dress, how they behave, if they bite their nails or chew pen lids. If they stand straight or lounge against the nearest wall or counter. How they cradle their smoke in their hand when it’s breezy out.

All the little details he can build into characters he makes in his mind.

Steve’s calendar interests him. It probably shouldn’t, that stuff would be private if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s hanging in Steve’s kitchen where anyone can see it. Plus the fact that it is just a calendar and there for by it’s nature isn’t very interesting. Eddie thinks he finds it interesting just by the virtue that it’s to do with Steve Harrington, and therefore it immediately becomes very interesting to Eddie.

It’s got big pages, a decent amount of space to write in every day. And Steve has. Every single day.

There’s a pattern to it that Eddie deciphers pretty fast; his shift at work is on the top line; it’s in red. Next is anything to do with the kids, and it’s in green; picking the kids up or meeting them or going to a game for Lucas or basically anything like that. Then blue, and that seems to be stuff to do with Eddie himself, Robin, Nancy, if he needs to meet them, give them a ride somewhere, or just times to hang out.

The bottom line is in black, and it’s stuff like, ‘hoover’, ‘do laundry’, ‘bathroom,’ ‘kitchen’, ‘groceries,’ followed by a little note that seems to be about whatever Steve plans to have for dinner that night.

Below it is a note pad, also hanging up, with an in process grocery list on it. Eddie knows why all this is here; Steve’s forgetful.

If Steve makes plans, he immediately writes it down; Eddie’s seen it for himself.

Eddie sees it too, when Steve’s struggling to hear. If too many people speak at once, or if there’s too much background noise, Steve doesn’t stand a chance.

If he’s not looking at you when you’re speaking to him, chances are, he might not be hearing you. Which, okay, Eddie’s just kind of rolling with it.

Until they get together. No one was more surprised by this turn of events than Eddie, who was convinced that he was just going to pine after Steve forever and that would just be how things were for the rest of his life. That was right up until Steve Harrington held his hand and just sort of...seemed to forget to let go.

Eddie hasn’t pointed it out to him yet, he’s still kind of worried that if he points out the fact that they’re kind of, sort of, dating, Steve might realize and stop again. So yeah, Eddie rides the wave, not at all freaking out when Steve invites him over for dinner and a movie like that’s just a normal thing they do now. Because it is. Because they’re kind of dating.

There’s no answer, but that’s pretty normal, the front door is unlocked a lot of the time, Steve doesn’t want to hinder anyone's entry if there’s any kind of emergency going on, and it’s totally normal now for any of them to just wander into Steve’s house.

Steve is cooking; Eddie can smell it. He stands in the kitchen doorway and says Steve’s name. And predictably, Steve doesn’t react.

Eddie takes this as an opportunity to gauge this. He says Steve’s name a little louder; still nothing.

Eddie tries four times, a step closer and a little louder each time, until the last time, when Steve spins around so fast the spoon he’s holding splatters sauce on the counter top and his other hand flies to his chest, “holy shit.”

“Sorry,” Eddie rubs at Steve’s arm and shoulder as he gets his breathing under control, “you couldn’t hear me.”

Steve shrugs, “it’s fine.”

“Stevie…you could at least, you know, go get them checked, or whatever.”

Steve hums, "maybe, if you go with me," and Eddie's quick to agree, because he gets a kiss out of it.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #fall out from Steve's repeated head injuries #hearing loss #steddie ficlet #ficlet #getting together

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moonstruckme · 5 months

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Can I request whimsical!reader and Sirius Black?? Or maybe poly!marauders but I just feel like Sirius would be so whipped for his quirky girl and join in on whatever shenanigans she starts 🫶

Sooo right babe, thanks for requesting :)

poly!marauders x whimsical!reader ♡ 878 words

“Darling,” Sirius keeps his voice quiet as he slinks down into the armchair. “What are you doing?”

You look up from where you’re knelt beside the couch, bent ominously over James’ sleeping form. He’s out cold, his glasses discarded and placed carefully on the coffee table by Remus. James is a hard sleeper on a good day, but when he’s sick even the apocalypse couldn’t wake him. His breath wheezes noisily in and out through clogged nostrils.

“I’m cleansing him,” you whisper.

“With rocks.”

You send your boyfriend a smile, well used to his ragging. “With crystals,” you correct him softly, placing another on James’ sternum.

Sirius sits forward curiously. “What do they do?” he asks.

“Different things.”

When you don’t seem inclined to go on, he reaches forward to poke at your shoulder. You sway placidly like a ship on calm waters. “Like?” he prompts.

You hum, taking a smooth, green rock from your pouch. “Well,” you say, “this one is jade. It helps with headaches.” You place it gingerly on James’ forehead.

“I see.” Sirius nods thoughtfully. “And what’s that blue one?”

“It’s to help support his immune system.”

“Uh huh. So you’re trying to heal him, is that it?”

You consider this for a moment. “Sort of,” you say. “More like help his body heal itself.”

Sirius grins at your breezy kindheartedness and slides down onto his knees beside you. “That’s sweet, baby.” He kisses your cheek, delighting when it dimples. “Can I help?”

“Sure,” you say, looking pleased, “if you want to.”

You move your little pouch so it sits between the two of you. Sirius brushes a piece of hair behind his ear, considering the stones inside. He picks up a cool-looking black and red one.

“What’s this?”

You glance over from where you’re setting another crystal on James’ chest. “Garnet,” you tell him.

“And what’s it help with?”

“Calcium deficiency.”

Sirius guffaws. He covers his mouth with his hand when Remus pokes his head out of the kitchen, looking suspicious.

“You think our boy’s fallen ill because he’s low in calcium?” he whispers.

You shrug, scrunching your nose in that silly way you do when you don’t get why he’s laughing. “I guess I thought it couldn’t hurt.”

“What are you two doing?” Remus asks, coming over with his arms crossed to lean against the wall. His voice is cautiously quiet.

Sirius leaves you in charge of fielding questions while he dedicates himself to carefully balancing the garnet crystal on the point of James’ nose. His knuckles brush his boyfriend’s overwarm cheek as he retracts his hand, grinning at his work. He wonders if he can get one in his mouth without waking him.

“We’re using crystals to help Jamie get better,” you explain, voice light as thistledown. “Siri, love, you can’t put it there. It’ll fall.”

To his disappointment, you take the stone from James’ nose and place it between his collarbones. When Sirius pouts, you dig in the pouch to hand him another.

“Here, try again.”

“No.” Remus recognizes the glint in Sirius’ eyes and steps forward to snatch the stone from him. “Don’t enable him, sweetheart,” he tells you. “He’s just playing around.”

You seem unconcerned, leaving Remus to deal with Sirius as he sees fit while you continue your healing rituals.

“Excuse me for trying to help our sick boyfriend,” Sirius protests.

“She’s trying to help,” Remus says sternly. “You’re just going to wake him.”

“He could sleep through a tornado.”

“He’s ill, Pads. Leave him be.”

“Sorry, Jamie,” your voice comes, soft and sympathetic. Remus and Sirius both turn. “How are you feeling?”

“Wha…” James clears his throat, then sniffles thickly. “What’s on me?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say. Your hand comes up to stroke at the damp curls lying across his forehead. “Do you feel calcium sufficient?”

“What?”

“The answer is yes,” Sirius helps him out. “Yes, you do feel calcium sufficient.”

“I suppose so.” Crystals fall from James’ face as he sits up on his elbows, rubbing at his cheek.

“I’m sorry we woke you,” Remus murmurs, crouching by James face and beginning to take crystals off his chest. You look slightly put out, but you don’t protest. Sirius kisses the side of your head consolingly. “How are you feeling, love?”

“Properly stuffed up.” He inhales sharply through his nose, and Sirius feels his mouth twist at the ugly snuffling sound. “A bit better than when I fell asleep, though.”

Remus and Sirius both look at you. Your smile spreads like a slow sunrise, the tops of your cheeks turning a pleased pink. Sirius’ heart does an embarrassing little dance. He takes your hand, stamping a kiss on the back of your palm.

“Do you feel like some tea?” Remus asks James, his own lips curved slightly.

“That sounds fantastic,” James admits.

Remus smiles over at you. “Want to help me make it?”

You hop up eagerly. “I can go get some thyme from the garden,” you say, headed for the back door. “It’s good for respiratory issues.”

James makes a face and Remus takes you by the shoulders, gently redirecting you towards the kitchen. “Maybe just a regular tea for now, sweetheart,” he says. “But we can definitely try that later.”

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hanni-bae44 · 12 days

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Title: When I Was Your Man (Wooyoung)

Pairing- Wooyoung x fem!reader (ft. Yunho)

Genre- angst, suggestive, fluff if you squint (warnings: mature language, mentions of sex, cheating & alcohol)

Word Count- 9.9k

Summary- The story in which Wooyoung didn’t know how good he had it with you until you were no longer his. Alternatively, you’ve moved on with someone who made you happy now. Someone who didn’t take you for granted. And Wooyoung didn’t like how it wasn’t him.

A/N- This story is inspired by the songs When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars & Just A Dream by Nelly, so please give them a listen if you want :) Also, Italicized scenes represent flashbacks. Disclaimer: this fic is in no way meant to portray Wooyoung irl, it’s just fiction :D

“How do I look?” You twirled around in your flowy white sundress and you looked absolutely stunning in Wooyoung’s eyes.

“You look gorgeous, babe.” He couldn’t take his eyes off you as he stood up from the picnic blanket to walk towards you. His hands went on your waist, pulling you closer towards him. While your arms snaked around his neck. There was a sparkle in your eyes and Wooyoung swore he saw the whole galaxy in them. He could see how much love you had for him and his heart swelled from it all. He wanted this moment to last forever. He wanted you to be his forever.

The sun was bright as it shined down on the both of you but it wasn’t hot. The weather was breezy, the grass was green, and the blue sky was clear. The day was perfect for what he had planned and he couldn’t wait to surprise you with the ring.

It was your fourth year anniversary and he just wanted to make this day perfect for you. You loved picnics and nature so here he was at the Han River. He prepared your favorite flowers and even cooked your favorite foods. He couldn’t wait to recount this special moment to his future kids one day. To tell them that this was where he proposed to their mother. It was a memorable place too since it was where you both had your first date. He still remembered the early days where he’d chase after you because you’d turn down his efforts. It was hard to score a date with you but he knew you had your reasons. He used to be the type to mess around and had a bad reputation so he didn’t blame you. If he was you, he wouldn’t have given him a chance either.

But thanks to that one date where you gave him a chance despite everyone telling you not to, he found the love of his life. And here she was, beautiful as ever.

“Do you see us together as an old couple?” you randomly asked, causing Wooyoung to raise a brow.

“What?” There was a smirk creeping at his lips. You were so cute with your random questions.

“I was just thinking. We’d look cute together with our gray hair and all, don't you think?” You were playing with the back of his hair and looking at him like he was your whole world.

“Yeah we would." The way you smiled at him made him feel like a teenage boy all over again. He was so happy. "I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too.” Your voice was gentle. Gosh, he loved your voice. Your eyes were glossy and full of admiration too and he could just tell you were about to lean in for a kiss. So before you could, he backed up and got on one knee, pulling a ring out of his pocket.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” It was insane how alive you made him feel. What did he ever do before you? He didn’t want to imagine a life without you ever again.

Your hand flew to your mouth as your eyes said yes, but before you could verbally respond, the sky behind you was rumbling and turned a deep shade of blue and grey. You both stared up at the tenebrous sky.

“Wooyoung? What’s happening?” you asked, your voice weak. But he didn’t know what to tell you. He was unsure as well.

Wooyoung tried to stand up but he kept tripping because of the now shaking ground. Just what was going on? Was this an Earthquake? It didn't make sense. If this were an Earthquake, surely it would just be the ground. What was up with the sky? It was just so pretty a minute ago but now it was so dark and gloomy.

A muffled “babe,” rang in his ear so he turned his attention back to you, only to realize that you were gone. It was as if you had just vanished into thin air. He began to look around. Just where did everyone go? Even the picnic he had prepared for you vanished too.

All that was left of the scenery was just the field of grass, the river, and a thunderstorm. He stared up at the gloomy sky. Then all of a sudden, a lighting strike struck the ground a few feet in front of him. Startled, he scrambled backwards, trying to get away.

He blinked one more time as he fell backwards, then suddenly everything turned dark.

Wooyoung jumped, sitting up right away. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of his dresser and TV in front of him. He glanced down at himself, then realized that he was back in his room.

Fuck, was it all a dream?

His hand immediately went to his forehead. Just why was his head pounding so soon in the morning?

“Babe.” A female voice muttered from beside him.

Wooyoung turned towards the owner of the voice. That wasn’t you, he realized. He frowned.

“How did you sleep?” she asked, while grabbing onto his clammy hands. “You were smiling so much in your sleep and even said ‘I love you’. Were you dreaming of me? Did you mean it?” Her smile annoyed him so much.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but glare at Ryujin. She was the reason you left him. He met her at the club one night after an argument with you. He tried to push her away but she kept coming onto him and eventually he gave in. Wooyoung kept blaming Ryujin for being the reason you dumped him. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t her fault. She only gave him the bait, he was the one that bit onto it. So as much as he blamed everyone around him for his actions, deep down he knew he had no one to blame but himself.

“You should go,” he said absent-mindedly. Ryujin only reminded him of what he had with you. He didn’t even want to see her anymore. It only made him feel disgusted and dirty. Even more so than he already felt.

“But shouldn’t we talk about us? We’ve been having sex for months now. What are we? Should we just make it official?” She asked as she clung onto his arm.

And Fuck, was she annoying.

“I told you I wasn’t looking for anything serious. So get out. And let this be the last time you’re here too because whatever we had ends today.” His voice was assertive and cold. He wasn’t playing around.

“But babe-”

“Go!” His voice grew louder and Ryujin started to tear up as she rummaged through the mess on the floor for her clothing.

Before Ryujin left, she looked at him one last time. "She'll never take you back. What you and her had is long over. You can take it out on me all you want but you were the one that begged me to distract you that night. Remember that." She waited for him to respond but when he didn’t, she stormed off.

Wooyoung just stared blankly at his dresser when she went off on her tantrum. He was so damn tired of her. He knew what she was trying to do. She wanted him to care and start an argument but he didn't even care about himself, let alone give two fucks about her.

He glanced around his bedroom when she left. It was a mess. There were piles of clothes everywhere, empty water bottles sprawled at every corner, and sheets that haven’t been washed in months. He was living in absolute filth. And yet none of it mattered. Nothing in his life has mattered since the day you left.

Wooyoung rubbed at his eyes once more when he heard his apartment door slam. Finally, she was gone.

That dream he just had about proposing to you gave him a wake up call. Just what was he doing with his life engaging in meaningless hookups?

He’d been trying to fill the void for four months now, sleeping with Ryujin and random girls at the club every night. But shit got boring real quick when sex was all they had to offer. He began to crave the emotional connection that one has when in a relationship. The emotional connection that came with having someone genuinely care about him. And to think, he once found it suffocating and annoying to have someone care so much about him.

But now? It was all he wanted.

He tried to move on. He really did. But he just couldn’t stop comparing every girl to you.

No one could ever fill the void you left in his heart. He missed you so much but he knew you deserved better. You were happy with someone else now and he had to live with that. After all, he was the one that cheated and took you for granted. And now you were with someone better. Someone who didn’t take you for granted.

Wooyoung wasn’t going to cry again, he told himself. He had work and the hangover was bad enough. He had to get started on his day and stop thinking of you.

He showered, brushed his teeth, dressed himself, then walked into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, but there was nothing inside but a couple beers. His stomach was growling and the hangover from last night was killing him. His mind momentarily drifted to you since he was so used to you making breakfast for him. Yet another thing he took for granted.

He sighed. He barely ate these days. But for the sake of survival, he had too.

After rummaging through the cabinets, he finally managed to find a snack that wasn’t too bad. It was a custard dessert that had been expired for a month now. And since he had nothing else to eat, he settled for that. It was better than starving.

“I have to get ready for work,” Wooyoung whined with a smile on his face. The both of you had just woken up and you couldn’t stop smothering him with kisses. He loved moments like this with you but he already wasted an hour to sleep in. If you kept kissing and pressing your body against his, he was sure he was going to get hard and be late for work. He had to start getting ready for the day and so he reluctantly pushed you back. “We can finish this when I get home okay baby? I really need to brush my teeth now.”

You smiled back at him. You had bedhead and you were sure there was probably crust in your eyes but still, Wooyoung looked at you as if you were the most beautiful person on Earth. “I’ll make you breakfast while you shower then,” you offered as you stood up. “Do you want pancakes again?”

“You know me so well, baby." He kissed your forehead before hopping in the shower. He loved you so much. You always offered to do everything for him and you knew his preferences so well. How did he get so lucky? “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him.

A tear trailed down Wooyoung’s eyes as he grabbed his keys on the kitchen island. He missed your voice so much. He’d do anything to hear your voice telling him that you loved him again. But he had to stop thinking about you. He had to get it together for work.

During his commute, he turned on the radio to distract his thoughts. But he should’ve known better. It was Valentine’s Day and the radio was full of love songs. He switched from station to station but every damn one was just love song after love song.

The joy he felt when he finally got to a station that wasn't playing a love song was indescribable. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he listened to the advertisement for some dish soap. Never has he been more excited to think about washing the dishes. He used to love cooking, and just remembered, making a mental note to go get groceries after work. Right as he was getting into the mood of dish soap, the radio host began to talk about Valentine’s Day and before he knew it, another love song started to play.

He was one second away from changing the song when he heard the intro. Then his hand froze.

It was your favorite song.

The song you and him danced to last Valentine's day in the living room of his apartment.

You scrolled on Spotify to find the song 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeren. It was your favorite love song of all time. You've always dreamed of dancing to this song with the love of your life and now that you found him, you wanted to make the dream a reality.

"Dance with me.” You dragged him by the hands to the empty area of the living room and placed your hands around his neck.

"I don't know, babe. I just ate a lot of pasta. I very much overate." Wooyoung patted his tummy and you playfully rolled your eyes. His hands found home on your waist anyway despite him feeling too full to even move. There was no way he was going to deny you this dance. Not when you looked so happy.

"You shouldn't have eaten so much then."

"Not my fault you make the best pasta."

"Just follow my lead, you dramatic baby. You'll be fine."

You both started to slow dance to the music, staring into each other’s eyes. The lights were perfectly dimmed and the mood was as romantic as it could ever be. Despite not wanting to dance at first, Wooyoung eventually found himself getting into the groove. He loved you so much. He felt like his heart could burst at any second as he stared into your pretty eyes.

“Babe?” He mumbled.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After work, Wooyoung was so tired.

He just wanted to sleep and forget about his boring life but then his friends-- Mingi and Seonghwa-- showed up at his door unannounced and now here he was at the bar, drinking again. He told himself he was done with hookups this morning but he still needed something to numb the pain. Numb the thoughts. Anything to get his mind off you.

And alcohol was always reliable.

“I know it sucks seeing couples all around you but what happened to that Ryujin girl? Haven’t you been seeing her for months now?” Mingi asked.

“She’s gone. It didn’t mean anything. So I ended it.” Wooyoung mumbled, downing another shot.

“Alright, that’s enough. We brought you here to have a good time, not blackout again. It’s been four months. She’s moved on and so should you.” Seonghwa insisted, taking the shot glass away from him. It was obvious his friends hated seeing him like that. They missed the upbeat and social Wooyoung. The one that could carry a conversation with anyone and make everyone laugh.

These days, Wooyoung was just angry and sad.

A former shell of himself.

“I’m a terrible person." Wooyoung stated. He wasn't even begging for compliments, he just wanted his friends to know that and hate him just as much as he hated himself. He tried to push everyone away but his friends knew better than to let Wooyoung waste his life away and pity himself.

“Yeah, you are terrible.” Mingi said honestly. “But she’s happy now. Did you see her Instagram pictures? She’s dating a new guy now and he's attractive. You should find someone too. That girl over there,” Mingi pointed out, "She's into you, I can feel it."

"I'm done with hook ups, so no thanks. And she blocked me so no I didn't see shit,” Wooyoung mumbled.

His friends tried to get him to be himself again. To socialize and talk to people again. But their efforts were fruitless. All Wooyoung wanted to do was drink and he did exactly that.

And by the end of the night, it would be Mingi who carried him back into his apartment while Seonghwa tucked him in. He had to hold back the urge to scold Wooyoung for letting his bedroom accumulate into a mess of a landfill.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung mumbled drunkenly, tugging on Seonghwa’s arms with his eyes shut, “Don’t leave me.”

Seonghwa sighed, knowing how you used to tuck Wooyoung in every night when he came back drunk. You did so much for him, even when you had your suspicions.

Seonghwa felt like Wooyoung was stupid for cheating and lying. But he also empathized with him. Wooyoung punished himself enough. And while there was nothing he could do to fix his past mistakes, he could move on and change for the better. Because life went on.

And Seonghwa only hoped Wooyoung would realize this before it was too late.

[ 4 months ago ]

It was your fourth year anniversary with Wooyoung and you were so excited.

Despite the frequent arguments and how distant he has become the past four weeks, you pushed it all aside. Today was a special day and you wouldn’t let anything ruin it.

Wanting to look your best, you even got your hair done the other day. You tried to wait for him after work yesterday but he came home late again because of work. Something always came up these days, but you supposed it was alright. It was inevitable.

You woke up extra early thanks to the alarm on your phone. You had to get a head start to surprise him with a good breakfast before work. You couldn't wait to sit down and eat breakfast with him for once. When was the last time you and him ate together in the mornings? You couldn't even recall.

After two hours, you finished Wooyoung’s favorite chocolate chip pancakes along with eggs and his favorite latte. You then did your makeup and wore his favorite white sundress on you. You couldn’t wait to get his reaction to what you prepared. You even got him flowers for once since you read online that men rarely received flowers in their lifetime.

After setting up everything on the dinner table, you sat on the sofa and held the bouquet of roses in your hands while you waited for him to finish getting ready. You heard his alarm ring a while ago and you couldn’t hold in your excitement, bouncing your leg the whole time.

The moment he walked into the kitchen, you came towards him with flowers and kissed him good morning on the cheek despite how he didn't even look up. He was always texting. Always on his phone. “Did you sleep well? You come home so late these days, I rarely see your face anymore.” You tried to smile, you really did. But he was still on his damn phone. You grimaced when you saw how he didn’t even acknowledge you. “Babe?” you tried again.

“Yeah?” he grumbled, eyes still glued to his messages app. It was probably his friend or another family member, you convinced yourself. The last thing you wanted to do was ask him who it was again.

Especially after he went off on you for being 'nosey' the other week.

“Who are you always texting these days? I thought you didn’t like texting much.”

“Just my cousin,” he sighed, eyes glued to his phone on date night.

“Right.”

Then finally, he looked up at you. But he looked annoyed. “What exactly does ‘right’ mean? You're so nosey these days Y/N, what happened to privacy? Don't you trust me?”

“You know what? No, I don't trust you anymore. Because who the hell texts their cousin long ass paragraphs with heart emojis every hour of the day? You must think I’m stupid don’t you?”

“You’re overreacting. You know how she’s about to graduate. She just wants advice on the job market.”

“Right.”

“There you go again.” He rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe me do you? Just say it. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it!”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“No. I’m not. I can't even believe you're even accusing me of that! We've been together almost four years now and you still don't trust me? What do I have to do for you to believe me, huh?”

“Show me your messages right now.” You were never like this. You never got jealous to this extent. But he was making you insane with how distant and dismissive he was being.

The past month? Wooyoung always came home late. He was cold. He didn't touch you anymore. His kisses were chaste. And most of all, his work clothes reeked of a woman’s perfume. And when you confronted him about it? He just brushed it off. Something about his old lady coworker always giving him a hug before clocking off. But did that old coworker also give him the marks on his neck? Yeah, you weren't stupid.

“You can’t be serious,” he scoffed. “You’re so insecure these days, it’s actually insane. You know what? You either trust me or you don’t. I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going? It’s late!” You threw your fork on the table, and jumped up only to be met by the slam of the door.

You were so angry and annoyed at him for always leaving during an argument. You just wanted to talk things through for once but he would always lie or shift the blame on you and make you feel crazy. You didn’t know how much you could take it anymore.

You were stupidly in love with him. But you weren’t stupid. You knew something was going on. There had to be someone else.

You just didn’t have proof.

You couldn’t stop the tears that day. He didn’t come home that night and once again, you slept on the sofa, waiting for him to return.

Taking a deep breath, you tried not to think about that memory anymore as you plastered on a pretty smile for your fourth year anniversary.

Even if he was different now, you knew the Wooyoung you fell in love with was still there. Somewhere.

So despite your doubts, you were going to attempt to make this relationship work. No relationship was perfect. And you weren’t going to get deterred so easily. You wouldn’t give up just yet.

“What do you think of my hair?” you beamed, turning around to show him the back. “I just got it done yesterday.”

“Looks great,” he sighed, but you could tell he didn't even bother to look up from his phone.

“You didn’t even look,” you sulked.

“I did look and I said it looks great, what else do you want me to say?” he grumbled as he looked you dead in the eyes. “I need to get to work now, Google maps says there’s traffic on the way.”

“Oh,” you sighed. Disappointed, you placed the bouquet of roses (that he didn’t even notice were for him) onto the counter. “Well take some pancakes with you then, I’ll wrap them up for you.”

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry.”

“But you love these pancakes. I even woke up early to make them for you.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t ask you to do that. I used to like them but you make them practically everyday now, don't you get sick of them? Because I do.” He raised his voice. Something he did so much these days and yet you still felt a tear prick at your eye.

“You could’ve just told me that earlier...” You felt your voice get smaller as your eyes brimmed with tears. You’ve cried a lot the past month because of Wooyoung but the fact that today was your fourth year anniversary and he was acting like this made you frustrated.

“How can I tell you anything when you always start crying like this?” He clenched his jaw, and he seemed annoyed. Was he annoyed?

“You could’ve just said it nicer.” You wiped your tears.

“Fuck, you’re so annoying,” he exclaimed as he ran his fingers through his hair. “ Can you stop being a crybaby for once? You always make me out to be the bad guy.”

“Well you haven't exactly been nice these days. What is up with you Wooyoung? Is work that stressful?” You tried to stay calm, in contrast to how your boyfriend was raising his voice. Was this how it was now that the honeymoon phase ran its course?

“Not everything is about work.” He glanced at the time again. “You know what, it’s way too early to be arguing again, I’m tired of this. I'm tired of you. You always have to get so emotional.” He reached for his keys then walked away.

“So that’s how it’s going to be then? Every time I want to talk, you brush things off? We never communicate anymore, we need to talk things through if we’re going to make this relationship work."

“I need to go, we’ll talk after work.” He said dismissively as he walked towards the front door.

“I love-“ you didn’t even finish before the apartment door slammed in your face. He never said I loved you anymore, nor did he give you a kiss before going to work. But you supposed you shouldn’t be surprised.

Immediately after he left, you checked Google maps, inputting his usual route to work to check for traffic. Please let it be the truth. Please. Please.

But there was no traffic.

It was just another lie.

You couldn’t stop the tears the moment he left, it was as if all the bottled up emotions from the past month just came out. A part of you wondered what you did wrong. What made him so tired of you. He used to look at you with stars in his eyes but now it was more like annoyance. Resentment even.

Today was supposed to be special and yet he didn’t even seem to remember your fourth year anniversary. Or maybe he knew all along but he just didn’t care.

After work, he didn’t come home.

It was 10 P.M now and you were worried sick. He would usually at least tell you that he’d come home late but there was nothing today at all. No call. No short text.

You spent hours preparing his favorite pasta and steak for your anniversary dinner but it all went cold now on the dinner table. You even bought his favorite champagne, and lit some candles but it seemed like your efforts were fruitless. He wasn’t coming home tonight.

Was it work again? He always had something at work holding him up but you never thought he’d take on the extra load and be purposely late on such a special day.

Eventually, you fell asleep on the sofa waiting for him.

It would be around 2 A.M. when you jolted awake from the loud knock at your door. Groaning, you got up from the sofa and opened the door.

You rubbed your eyes. It was Seonghwa. And then there was Wooyoung, drunk as hell to the point he couldn't even stand by himself. Nothing new, but on your anniversary? Really?

Seonghwa made his way through the door and passed Wooyoung off to you on the sofa while you stood at the door, frozen. His friend tried to explain to you that he was just out drinking with the guys and got carried away but you knew better. You saw the lipstick on Wooyoung's collar.

When his friend left that night, all you could do was stare at Wooyoung who was fast asleep on the sofa.

Your thoughts and self doubt began to run wild. Where did things go wrong? When did he stop loving you?

You ran out of tears at this point. All you had was regret that you ever gave him a chance. Maybe if you never met him, you’d be happy right now. Instead, you were a fool and now you were tangled up in a web of loving him.

Despite this, you hated how you still cared for him. You tried to carry his weight to the bedroom and change him into more comfortable clothes. It took a while but you finally managed to get off his shirt. He stirred awake in the process and started to mumble a string of words you couldn't make out. You stood between his legs and he couldn’t stop smiling and moving his head.

“Ryujin? Is it you, babe?” he muttered, “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He tried to pull you into his lap but you didn’t budge, too taken aback by the whole situation.

You took a step back. “What did you just call me?”

“Ryujin?” He tried to open his eyes, but they barely opened. Why would he be calling his cousin beautiful? That was when you knew he was lying to you about texting his cousin.

“It’s Y/N.” You tried to tell him, shaking him awake by the shoulders.

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. Annoyed even.

“Are you cheating on me?” You knew he’d lie if he was sober but he was drunk right now and a drunk person couldn’t filter their thoughts. This was your only chance to get the confirmation you needed and you took it. You knew the moment he woke up tomorrow, he’d just push you away again and make you feel crazy for doubting him.

“There you go again!” he mumbled loudly, throwing his hands in the air. “So what if I did? I’m so fucking tired of you. Always so clingy and insecure, it’s so damn suffocating. But Ryujin? She's sooooo good, makes me feel so good.” He smiled as he continued to ramble on and off about her. His words were slurred and he was incoherent but you were still able to make out his words. And that was all it took for you to stumble back.

He called you clingy. And that was rich coming from Wooyoung. Because if anything, he was always the clingy one in the relationship, the one to be overly jealous, and sulk whenever you were being too nice and smiling towards anyone who was a male. He was overly affectionate and touchy too so the thought that he found it annoying when you did those things back? It ticked you off.

Then he called you insecure. Yet he was the one that never made you feel loved anymore. He treated you like shit and made you this way.

So really, you should’ve realized something was wrong last month, the moment he turned away your morning kisses. But you just kept giving him the benefit of the doubt and look where that got you.

You felt disgusted and betrayed as you looked back at him. You should’ve known better. You smelled perfume on him for a month now yet you always convinced yourself that you were just overreacting. That the Wooyoung you loved wouldn’t do this to you. But you were wrong and all men were the same.

You didn’t even say anything as you watched him spill his thoughts. It wasn’t until he mumbled, “just go away, I’m sleepy,” that you realized you hated him. You couldn’t even stand to look at his face anymore.

So if he wanted you to go, you'd go.

You didn’t want to talk to him ever again. So with anger bubbling in your chest, you decided to leave a break up letter on the kitchen island near his car keys.

There were no tears anymore but your whole body felt so fragile and weak, like it could shatter at any moment. Your hands were trembling as you pulled your suitcase from the closet and packed your things. You managed to get half of your belongings in there before zipping it shut. You’d just come back for your belongings someday next week when he was at work. Thankfully you didn’t own much and since this was Wooyoung’s apartment, you didn’t need to worry about anything.

The next day, Wooyoung woke up with a pounding headache. Confused, and nauseous.

Just what the hell happened last night? And why was his shirt off? He glanced around his room and everything looked normal. He then sniffed his arm, smelling the lingering scent of alcohol and weed from last night at the club and decided he needed a shower.

After he got cleaned and dressed, he got ready for the day. When he walked into the kitchen, he didn’t see you and felt a sense of relief wash over him. He could have some peace and quiet today without you nagging or being annoying.

As he passed by the dinner table, he couldn’t help but notice the two plates of steak and pasta. Did you make that? There was also his favorite champagne from Trader Joe’s, rose petals, and a candle for some reason.

Then it hit him.

Was yesterday the fourth year anniversary already?

He groaned, feeling somewhat bad for leaving so abruptly yesterday, but he figured he’d just apologize when you got home from the market. Since you always went out shopping for groceries early on a Saturday.

He then passed by the kitchen island and saw a folded note next to a bouquet of flowers that also had a note wedged into the middle.

Curious, he read the letter in the bouquet first.

Note: I read somewhere that only 12 percent of men receive flowers in their lifetime. I feel like a shitty girlfriend for never realizing this over the past years but I plan to get you flowers more often now to show my love. I know we haven’t been like us lately, but I hope today will change that. Happy 4th anniversary babe, I love you. -Yours forever, Y/N

Wooyoung sighed. Okay, he was starting to feel really bad and guilty now. He remembered you holding the roses in your hand yesterday morning but he didn’t know they were for him. You were always so thoughtful.

He rubbed at his temple then opened the other letter.

Note: You’re probably too drunk to remember last night but you finally told me about Ryujin. Is she the girl you’ve been texting with all day? The girl you lied to my face about? You didn’t need to lie to me but I guess it was just exciting for you to cheat wasn’t it? You always did love the chase. I must’ve gotten too boring and clingy for you as it was heading towards our 4th year. We would have both been happier if you just said something and broke up with me but since you’re such a coward, I’ll do it for you. We’re done. That way you can be with that girl all you want. I’ll stop by later this week to pick up the rest of my stuff.

Wooyoung needed to sit down. His head was killing him. He pulled out a chair at the dining table, and rested his elbows on the marble. His eyes glazed over the remnants of what was supposed to be a romantic anniversary dinner last night and he felt something twist in his stomach.

He wanted this didn’t he? He was so sick of you. But then why did he feel so empty now that you broke up with him?

He knew he was a shitty person. He had forgotten about your anniversary… but he also knew that was trivial compared to the bigger problem. The fact that he had cheated, lied to you about it, and you found out.

You had planned a whole dinner and tried to call him. But instead of picking up your calls, he ignored it and ditched you for the club. He was certain he was tired of your constant arguing. For a month now, he was so tired of seeing your face everyday. Wooyoung couldn’t pinpoint the reason because you were truly just being a good partner, but you were starting to suffocate him. It wasn’t even like you were even clingy, if anything he was the more clingy and touchy one in the relationship. But then why did he say it?

His head was spinning as he tried to figure out what exactly the hell he told you last night. He was so certain he was tired of you but then why did he feel so guilty?

Wooyoung tried to call you when it was after noon and you still weren’t home yet but it didn’t go through.

Did you block him already?

As the day went on, he started to remember bits and pieces of what he said to you last night. He also recalled how annoyed he was with you for accusing him of cheating even though he was.

He then decided to call Seonghwa to catch him up with last night’s events but all he could tell him was that he wouldn’t stop drinking and flirting with the bartender despite him trying to get him to go home to you.

He swore he would stop sooner but Ryujin was just so addicting. She brought a spark to his boring life and made him feel excited again. You and him were together for so long that there wasn’t much to talk about anymore, not much to experiment with, but with Ryujin? She didn’t know anything about him and it was fun talking to her. And maybe it was the thrill, but it was even more fun to mess around behind your back. She was a good fuck and made him forget about his mundane life that he had to wake up to every day.

So was it love? No. But she made him feel alive in the moment and that was all Wooyoung cared about.

He didn’t know why but he just felt so trapped living the same day every day. Even with you there beside him, he felt lonely. Every morning he’d wake up, go to work, then he’d get home and see your face. He was tired of his mundane life which was why he went out with the boys so frequently again. At first it was just for drinks and to let loose but then Ryujin who was a regular there kept flirting with him. At first he pushed her away but then he eventually gave in. He regretted it but what could he do? The damage was already done and he didn’t know how to end it either so he just kept on seeing her behind your back.

But you? He loved you. You were there for him when through thick and thin and always took care of him when he was sick. So yes, he cheated, but he still loved you. Even if he hadn’t been showing it lately.

The next day was Sunday. His day off. But he couldn’t get himself to rest like he usually would.

He tried to call your friends but none of them would answer. Did you tell them about the breakup already? Did they hate him? He even tried to call your parents and siblings but no one would pick up. He then took a drive to your parent’s house and held hope when he saw your car in the driveway. He knocked and knocked but no one would open the door. He knew you were inside but you didn’t open it.

He wanted to talk so bad. To make things right again. But it wouldn’t be until Friday that he had the chance.

Wooyoung was supposed to be at work but he ended up using up five of his vacation days to catch you and get the chance to talk. He knew how you had to come over to pick up your stuff eventually. And knowing you, you would choose a time when he was at work to do so.

It was around 10 A.M when he heard his front door unlock. Wooyoung took a deep breath before walking out, hoping you’d at least give him a chance to explain.

“Hey,” he began as he watched you open your suitcase to pack your fake plants that were on his bookshelf. But instead of saying hi back, you just ignored him, not even bothering to spare him a glance. That was fair, he supposed. “Can we talk?”

“A little late for that, don't you think?” You tried to hurry up and pack your decorations in a way that wouldn’t crush them.

“Please just listen,” he pleaded. “I know what I did was wrong, but it was a mistake, I really was going to end it, Ryujin never meant anything to me.”

“It wasn’t a mistake, Wooyoung. You cheated on me and when I confronted you about it, you switched it on me and called me crazy and insecure. You lied straight to my face then got the nerve to get angry about it.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “I should’ve known the moment you came home with perfume on your suit. I knew it, you know? I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

“You’re not stupid. And for the last time, it was a mistake. I was just so damn tired with work and everyday became so boring, and she was there-“

“How long?” For the first time today, you looked at him dead in the eyes. There was no love in them anymore, just cold set eyes.

“Does it matter?” he sighed.

"How long?" You repeated calmly.

“A month. I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re not sorry,” you laughed. “You're just sorry you got caught. What? Is she prettier than me? Skinnier? You always did have a thing for models. I wasn’t enough for you was I? Was it the sex? You know what? I don't wanna know.” You then got up and went towards the bathroom to get the rest of your skincare and makeup.

He groaned as he trailed behind you. “Can't we just work through this? You wanted to talk on Friday, let's talk now. How about we talk about it over dinner tonight to celebrate our fourth year anniversary?”

You stood up from your kneeled position to look him dead in the eyes again. “Do you honestly believe we can just talk and go back like nothing happened? You cheated on me, fucked her every night I was waiting for you in our bed, then lied about it for weeks.” Your voice didn’t falter, it didn’t crack. You no longer felt the need to say exactly what was on your mind.

“Come on, it was a mistake,” he pleaded. “It’s not like you’re perfect either, you always flirt with that barista.”

You had to laugh, it was comical how he was turning this on you again. “I was being polite to the barista, a smile and asking how his morning went is not flirting so don’t you dare turn this on me. I wasn’t the one that cheated. A mistake is one time Wooyoung, and even then it doesn’t justify cheating. You cheated on me nearly every day so you know what was a mistake? Us. I should've never given you the chance. All my friends warned me about you back when we were in college but I didn’t listen. My parents tried to set me up with this nice guy who could’ve easily made me happy but I chose you. Everyone told me you were bad news but I didn’t listen and I chose you and looked where that got me. I wasted four, five years of my life for this.” You threw your hands in the air, so angry at the life you chose for yourself. “You know what? It doesn’t matter, I’m over this.” You zipped up your suitcase then made your way out of the bathroom.

“So what? You’re just going to flush this 4 year relationship down the drain?” He followed after you.

“Don’t blame this on me. You were the one that did that the moment you cheated. I’m leaving Wooyoung and I hate you. Oh, and here’s your key,” you threw it at his chest, “I don’t ever want to see you again.” You made sure he heard it clear before you slammed his door.

Wooyoung wanted to run after you but he couldn’t. His legs felt like jelly and all he could do was think about how he just lost the best thing that has ever happened to him. And it was all his fault.

After your breakup with Wooyoung, you did everything to distract yourself and threw yourself at your work. While things were good while it lasted, you just wanted to close this chapter of your life. You found yourself sad sometimes but you genuinely had no more tears left to cry. You just didn’t want to live in the past anymore. You refused to let him take over your future too.

After a month of staying with your parents, you managed to find a roommate you got along with well and she was amazing. She quickly became a friend you could count on and even introduced you to her male friend who just got out of a relationship too. His name was Yunho and he was so tall and handsome. You both bonded over your exes, work, post-grad life, childhoods, anything and everything. Turns out you were two even in a Modern Physics class together one semester and even had mutual college friends. You both had so much in common that it was like a match made in Heaven. He made you so happy.

But since you were both still ‘fresh’ out of a long term relationship, you both took it slow.

The post break up life for Wooyoung wasn’t as liberating as he thought it would be. He was a mess.

At first, he thought he would be fine. He rejoiced in the freedom actually. He was finally able to breathe again in his own apartment. But as the weeks passed? The quietness only fed his loneliness. And he wasn't so sure this was what he wanted his life to be anymore.

He thought this was what he wanted. He really did. Freedom was amazing. He missed that feeling of not being tied down. No one to nag at him. No one to smother him with the same kisses and same old food.

But he was wrong.

He ached for an emotional connection again but no one gave it to him. He was sick of meaningless sex. He tried to replace you but it didn’t work. He was tired of feeling lonely. He just wanted you back.

All he did was drink these days. He came to work with hangovers 24/7 and was practically a zombie, doing the bare minimum to get through the day. He could barely function too, a former shell of himself.

He just felt so empty and broken Inside.

But this was all the consequences of his own actions. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself.

[ Present Day, One week after Valentine's Day ]

“I don’t want to go to another party,” Wooyoung whined at Seonghwa. They were in front of a house that belonged to an old friend from college. This was a baby shower of sorts and the loud music was already giving him a headache. Usually he loved parties but he just didn’t feel like it these days.

“Dude, you need to get out again. What happened to the Wooyoung that was always down for a good time?” Mingi asked, leading him inside the house.

“Yeah man, come on! HongJoong’s our friend. He’s having a baby with his wife, we should be here and happy for him.” Seonghwa tried to shake some sense into him. He couldn’t just wallow in his regrets forever.

Wooyoung supposed his friends were right.

He went to congratulate Hongjoong briefly before going to the kitchen for a beer. He gulped half of it in one go then leaned against the counter, not in the mood to be social. So he just observed.

It would be a while before someone noticed his sour mood.

“You look like you just got dumped,” HongJong joked as he neared him again. He was oblivious to the fact that Wooyoung actually did just get dumped which caused the boy to tense up. When Wooyoung didn’t say anything in response or laugh like he usually would, Hongjoong nudged his arm. “What’s up with you man? I was just joking. You've changed so much since the last time I saw you. Has life been that hard?”

“You think I’ve changed?” There was a sadness in Wooyoung’s eyes. Even Hongjoong noticed this.

“Yeah. You’ve lost some weight. And you aren’t as talkative anymore. How’s life been? It’s been forever since we’ve caught up.”

Wooyoung sighed. “It’s been alright. Still stuck at the same job I had post-grad.” Wooyoung didn’t know what else to say. The last thing he wanted to do was bring up the fact that he was a jerk who cheated on his girlfriend of four years. So instead, he decided to divert the topic back to the man of the party. “Congrats on your baby girl by the way. You’d make a good father.”

Hongjoong’s smile was melancholic as he fixated lovingly at his pregnant wife who was talking to some guests. “Mina was so scared, you know? We didn’t plan to have a family so soon but it just happened. I was scared too but I had to stay strong for her. We’re still so young and I can barely take care of myself. But then I started thinking. Everything happens for a reason don’t you think? If it was meant to be then it’ll happen. And then I started to picture a mini Mina running around the house and I got so excited, thinking about how I’m going to raise and take care of her. There’s just something so special about having a baby with the person you love.”

Wooyoung grimaced. Of course he was happy for his friend, but at the same time, the way Hongjoong was talking made him feel inferior. It seemed like all of his friends had matured and made a future for themselves while he went backwards in life. Wooyoung stared into the distance as the memory of you unfolded. If only he could go back in time and knock some sense into himself. Then maybe, just maybe, he could have his happy ending too.

You were lying on his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his bare abs. “Do you think about having a family one day?”

Wooyoung sat up properly and you got off his chest. “What? Do you have baby fever again?” He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked dazed post-sex, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and your underwear. He couldn’t help but smile seeing how excited you were about having kids.

“Can you blame me? You’re so cute around my little cousins. They love you and it just made me think how fun it would be to have little Wooyoung’s running around the house.” You and him were currently in your childhood bedroom after having a barbecue party with your whole family. They all just left for the night and you and Wooyoung finally had time to yourselves.

“That sounds like a nightmare,” he joked. “They’ll make a mess of the house and be very loud. You’ll never get sleep again.”

“That’s part of the sacrifice don’t you think? The beauty of being a mother? Even if that’s the case, I wouldn’t mind. I just want to have my own kids to give a life to one day. I’d do anything for them.”

“How many kids would you like then?” He hummed.

“I want to have 5 kids, at least 2 girls and 2 boys,” you beamed, clapping your hands together, as you went on about how you’d spoiled them.

Wooyoung also loved kids but right now he was still so young and he didn’t want to think of having a family. But just knowing that you saw a future with him? That warmed his heart. “Are you sure you’ll be able to give birth that many times, babe? I heard shit is painful.”

You playfully rolled your eyes which made him smile. “Don’t underestimate me, I’m stronger than I look.”

“I know you are, but I was just being realistic.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before patting his lap. You took the hint and wrapped your legs around him before your arms went around his neck. “You know I love you right?”

“I do. And I love you too.” The look in your eyes. It was pure happiness and bliss. Pure love. And all for him.

“You alright, man?” Hongjoong asked, nudging Wooyoung once more.

Wooyoung blinked, shaking his head. “Sorry man, what’d you say?”

Hongjoong smiled softly before patting his back. “I said I’m going to go meet some guests, take care, alright?” He then walked towards the door to tend to the couple that just walked in. It was only when Hongjoong moved his head that he saw you. But you didn’t come alone.

You were next to a guy.

A very tall and good looking guy. Mingi wasn’t lying last week at the bar when he said your new boyfriend was attractive (as much as he hated to admit it).

Hongjoong gave the guy beside you a hug while Mina, his wife, took the foil tray of food from your hands.

It didn't feel real that he was seeing your face after four months of trying to contact you.

Was he dreaming again?

Wooyoung couldn't stop staring at you. You were wearing a floral dress and looked absolutely gorgeous. You looked different from the last time he saw you but in a good way. More mature and pretty. Your hair was longer and you even got a new piercing. He couldn’t help but notice how you were practically glowing too.

Was he selfish for wanting you back?

He should be happy for you but he wasn’t. Not when the guy beside you was pissing him off. The guy’s hand was at the small of your back and you two looked so good together. Wooyoung couldn’t help but size him up, feeling insecure as he observed the guy. He looked like such a ‘nice guy’, the type your parents always wanted for you. And you looked so happy.

Your new guy then placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him before saying something that made you smile wide.

When was the last time Wooyoung saw you smile wide at him like that? 4 months ago? 5 months ago?

And before Wooyoung knew it, that guy’s lips touched yours and you willingly pulled him closer.

Wooyoung clenched his fists and pressed his lips together. He knew he had no right but he just felt so jealous, anger boiling in his blood.

It had only been four months since you and him broke up. How the hell did you move on so fast?

“I didn’t know she was going to be here.” Mingi said as he approached Wooyoung. “Are you alright?”

Wooyoung swallowed thickly, his eyes still locked on the way you smiled at the guy. “Yeah. Just great.”

When you backed away from the kiss, your eyes began to scan the party and that was when you made eye contact with Wooyoung. The minute it happened, your smile faded. There was no pain in your eyes but rather an empty look, one that made Wooyoung’s heart sting. You locked eyes with him for a few seconds before you turned back to your boyfriend with stars in your eyes.

Wooyoung didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just watched as your boyfriend led you outside to the back where the pool and barbecue was.

“She’s happy now. Don’t ruin things for her,” Mingi said, looking longingly at his friend. Mingi knew how Wooyoung was. Mingi could tell just by looking in his eyes that Wooyoung wanted to go up to you but now wasn’t a good time. “Do you want to leave?”

“No.” Wooyoung replied. He finished his current beer then popped another one open.

Then he waited.

He waited until your boyfriend wasn’t next to you before approaching. This might be the last time he’ll ever see you again. He had nothing to lose but his pride. He didn't care though. He just needed to hear your voice again.

You were near the top of the stairs when he walked up to you. “Hey,” he began softly.

“Hi.” He could tell you were uncomfortable with how you didn't even want to look at him. He didn’t blame you.

“So what are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew HongJong or Mina.” Small talk. He had to start with small talk in order to not drive you away.

“I don’t know them. Yunho’s friends with Hongjong though.” Okay, so you were still talking to him. You didn’t walk away which made him feel lighter.

“So that’s his name? The guy that’s making you happy?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you love him?” He asked but you didn’t answer and a stretch of silence followed. He found himself being desperate and vulnerable which he hasn’t been in a long time. “I’ve missed you,” he selfishly mumbled. Maybe he was just delusional but he wanted to hear that you missed him too. After all, you and him were together for 4 years. It had to mean something. “How have you been?”

“I should go.” You tried to walk away but he grabbed your wrist and you yanked your hand back. “Don’t touch me.” Your voice was cold. And so were your eyes. He hated how you looked at him. You used to look at him with so much love and now you looked at him as if he was the gum on your shoe.

“I’m sorry. I just. I missed you. I still love you.” He was desperate for you to just say anything.

“If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have cheated. I have nothing to say to you, so just leave me alone. I’m here with my boyfriend for a good time with his friends, so I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I meant it that day when I said I never wanted to see you again, so let’s just pretend not to know each other for today, okay? If you truly still love me, you’ll respect my decision.” You were so much more assertive now, no longer holding back like you used to back when you and him argued. He couldn’t help but wonder. Did you hold back because of him?

He stared at your back as you walked away.

“I broke it off with her,” he said loudly. And you stopped in your tracks. For a second, he swore you were about to say something but then you just kept walking. Your body fading smaller and smaller before disappearing down the flight of stairs.

This was Wooyoung's wake up call. He had to move on. Perhaps in another life, he would have treated you right.

Although he was still in pain. He knew that it was nowhere near the pain he had inflicted on you. He knew better than to chase after you. It would only make you hate him more. All you ever did was love him and yet he still managed to fuck it up and hurt you. He hoped at least that Yunho guy treated you right. That he gave you all his hours. That he loved you right. That he did all the things he should’ve done when he was your man.

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⋆✮theodore nott-pt 4✮⋆

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

you were running out of concealer, and it was showing. the purplish blue bruise less inconspicuous than the day before. theo had no chill when it came to hickeys- even though you guys weren’t official yet, he saw no problem in marking you his. one could say it just happens in the moment, and honestly why would anyone blame him- especially when he had you pressed up against the wall, head tilted back, mouth parted open, eyes closed and your neck and collarbone exposed. he just can't help himself.

it was becoming a daily routine, everyday right after last period you'd walk past the same empty classroom and everyday you'd hear someone whisper your name from behind the door. not very long after you'd be unbuttoning theo's shirt while he picked you up and sat you onto a desk. your fingers would tangle between theo's fluffy curls while his lips littered kisses and hickeys. soft pants from the both of you filled the air, and your were more than glad that theo did his little magic and muffled the room's noise to the outside. the sound of theo ripping your tights made you gasp out loud as you gave theo a light smack on his shoulder, while he muttered a 'i'll buy you new ones.’ soft kisses planted into your inner thighs and as soon as he was on his knees, he got down to business- ate you out like he didn't have breakfast in the morning. euphoric- that's how you felt every single time this man was on his knees, stars were starting to form in your vision. squeezing your eyes shut, fingers gripping his hair and the edge of the desk, you reached your climax and theo was all over you again, fervent kisses with teeth clashing and soft giggles in between.

obviously you guys hadn't been caught yet, but even if you did, i doubt that it would stop the two of you. this whole thing between you and theo hadn't been out in the open yet, so every moment between you two in front of the group was seen as an interaction between two "friends". it wasn't the best thing however it wasn't the worst. the thrill of getting caught and no one knowing egged on both of your antics, but not being able to grab theo and kiss him in front of the girls that cannot keep their eyes off of him, took a lot off self control. then again having this little secret meant that no one could have a problem with it- what they didn't know couldn't hurt them right?

unsettling thoughts would cross your mind so frequently, that you found yourself asking the question 'what are we?’. not dating but talking, talking but not progressing- what the hell was going on. you wanted it to work out you really did, so why didn't he just ask you out? and just like that your wish was granted- be careful what you wish for tho.. it was romantic you'll admit it- the candle, the flowers, the chocolates, the black lake glistening in the moonlight and the warm breezy air blowing your hair. it was literally a scene out of a romcom and you felt like you would literally MELT for the man right then and there. everything was perfect- so why was there still this iffy feeling? i'll tell you why- despite all of this lovey dovey, will-you-be-my-girlfriend stuff, our man Mr Theodore Nott asked to STILL keep it a secret. now why on gods green earth would he ask that? obviously you wouldn’t let this ruin you mood, you were on cloud nine girl!! but that bridge was fast approaching, and you were gon have to cross it at some point.

months pass by, and you've both still kept it a secret, but boy has it taken a toll on your side. keeping secrets, lying, it's never been your thing and you hate doing it to the people you love and care about. was it all worth it, was it worth the lack of energy and excitement? your secret link ups with theo got more frequent over time obviously- and maybe it was just because your friends just didn't hang out with you because you'd always run off, to him, for him. your lack of energy doesn't go unnoticed, and obviously it's brought up. just not in the nicest way. you're accused of not putting any effort into the relationship, and this sets you off-you see literal red.

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about theo.’ you sigh, standing up.

‘i’m talking about the 0 effort you put into our relationship,’ he says pacing across his dorm room and rubbing his temple. ‘every time we get time alone it’s like as if you can’t wait to fucking go back to your friends or some shit, what the fuck is going on.’

‘what’s going on? what’s going on?’ you seethe, walking right up to him. ‘i’ll tell you what’s going on. it’s that i can’t take this fucking secret thing further. there i said it, i CANT do it.‘ you wave your hands up in surrender.

‘so what, that’s it?’

‘i don’t know, do you want it like that? theo we can’t even talk until we’re behind closed doors, it’s like we’re trapped. you say i put no energy and effort into this, but maybe it’s because i use it all up lying and making excuses for us. it’s not working out..’

the argument only ended with tears and slammed doors. nights that you used to smoke with theo on, turned into nights you sat by yourself, leaning your head against the window, accompanied by only your thoughts. every day going to lessons and acting normal was truly a test, especially when theo would still catch you with his longing eyes across the room. it was so hard but you couldn’t give up, you owed yourself at least that much. your heart yearned for the boy, for the way he would brush your hair out of your face, for the way he would look at you- like you were the prettiest girl in the world, for the way he’d play with your hands every time you slept. it was getting harder and harder by the day, and theo wasn’t finding it any easier. he also longed for how your fingers would play with his hair, for how your nails would scratch down his back. so it wasn’t long before the both of you snapped, and there you guys were making out in the corner of the empty corridor. your top two buttons undone and theo’s hands firmly planted at the sides of your waist, lifting your shirt up a bit as his fingers pressed into your skin. you felt his lips slowly travelling to the middle of your neck, your head leaning back against the wall to allow him as much skin as you could. his lips trailed back up again, finding your jawline as he pressed kisses along. the scene caused the majority of the students walking by, to avert their eyes and fasten their pace down the corridor.

i think it’s pretty much official now.

#i think pt 4’s come to a natural ending.. right.. #id like to confirm that there will not be a pt 5 xoxo #because i genuinely would not know what to write, but hopefully you guys enjoyed the (very unplanned) series♡ #lots of love xoxo

taglist: @iamgayforyourmom1510 @lovelyygirl8

#slytherin #slytherin boys #theodore nott #theo nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott smut #theodore x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott imagine #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x slytherin!reader

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bedoballoons · 10 months

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Their dream date with you~༺}

CW: Sickly sweet fluff! Requests open!

(Includes the anemo boys!: Aether, Xiao, Venti, Heizou, Kazuha, and Wanderer)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

𑁍༄Aether:

Aether is a sweet person, with a soft heart of gold and his dream date is a similar vibe, he'd want to hold hands as the two of you walked through town, swinging them gently as the two of you talked about every random thing that popped into your heads. He'd blush easily whenever he looked at you, because in his eyes you were perfect in every way and the idea of you two in a relationship was actually his dream come true.

He's a gentleman, so he'd make sure to have enough mora to pay for the two of you to get a sweet treat and a gift that was not only a momento of the occasion but sentimental in all the right ways. The date would end with the two of you looking up at the stars, a picnic blanket underneath you as he spoke of all the places he'd want to go with you and everything he'd want to try as a couple. Then the two of you would start to slowly fall asleep cuddled up together outside.

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao would be shy to ask you out, because he's not used to doing so, he'd ask others for help while he was planning the date but in the end he'd settle for his own idea. He'd wait till night had fallen, the moon lighting up Liyue with a soft white glow and slip into your room to get you. He'd carry you carefully to a secluded spot, where you could see all of the beautiful town before you.

You'd be so in awe of how perfect it all was that you wouldn't see him reaching behind a tree, pulling out two lanterns with your name and his painted onto them. He'd light the wicks and hand you yours so you could release them together, watching as they floated away, representing how your relationship would continue to take flight and prosper. In the end the two of you would sit on the ground, his arms wrapped gently around you and his chin resting on your head, neither of you wanting to move.

𑁍༄Venti:

Venti would be giggly, slightly nervous and definitely a bit blushed. He'd want to walk you through Mondstat on a breezy day and share stories of heros, songs, everything he knew would interest you. He'd want to drink whine, but the fear of getting tipsy and not being able to hold a sentence would make him refrain. Instead he'd settle on getting dinner, paying for it with all the mora he had...which wasn't much, but he'd saved up some just for you.

In the end the two of you would find a quiet place, dandelions swaying softly as he played you a gentle melody on his lyre. His voice soft and sweet as he sung about love...how you make him feel, how much he adores you in every way.

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou is a bit flirty, but not to a extreme, he's actually a bit bashful with a blush on his cheeks and his heart racing whenever you smile. He'd do his best to make you laugh often, he'd tell you how goregous you looked and slightly brag to everyone about how lucky he was to have you. He'd buy you both snacks you could eat while you walked under the cherry blossoms, their pale pink petals softly floating by and leaving the subtle sweet scent of flowers in the air.

Eventually you'd decided to snuggle up under a rather large one, watching as the sun went down and painted the sky in colourful hues, the reflection on the ocean in front of you making the water look like it had been watercoloured with paints. He'd tell you he loved you as the stars started to speckle the sky and then the night would end with him walking you home.

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha would leave a note for you, asking for you to meet him at a certain spot in Liyue, he'd be calm with a light pink blush as you walked up to him. Behind him would be a waterfall, it's deep blue water standing out against the yellow leaves of the Liyue trees and the bright green grass of summertime. The soft sound of it churning and the small fish that swam in the pond it lead to establishing the atmosphere, it was right out of one of his poems...

Hed hold you close to him, one of his hands cupping your cheek softly as his thumb rubbed slow, gentle circles into your skin. He'd talk about how thankful he was for each day he got to spend with you, how you made him happier than he'd ever been his entire life and how he hoped you'd stay with him forever.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

At first he wouldn't want to plan a date, he'd think it was sappy and a overly complicated mortal thing that made no sense, but after going with you on a few...his opinion started to change. He'd be shy at first, overly blushed and saying you didn't have to go if you didn't want to, that it didn't matter much to him either way, even though in reality it matter so much to him.

When you agreed his heart skipped a beat and he lead you into the forest, it was a place filled with sweet smelling flowers, butterflies fluttering around the two of you as you sat on a log. Hed pull you close to him and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he'd put a flower crown you could've sworn he didn't have a few seconds ago, on your head...and give you the sweetest kiss, one that you never thought he'd be able to give.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ Have a good day! *⁠.⁠✧

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doobea · 11 months

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bllk men - cologne edition

a/n: as someone who is obsessed with scents, this is what i think some of the guys would smell like - cologne edition ★༉

rin

The Yulong by Giorgio Armani

As someone who is subtle, calculative, and likes to keep his privacy, Yulong is the perfect scent. The fragrance is a blend of green and black tea leaves with vivid citrus notes. It's not a masculine nor feminine smell, rather unisex and gives off 'put-together-studious' vibes. This is his signature scent and always sprays it on the regular basis. Often finds himself reapplying it even after taking a shower from a long day because the scent just calms him down.

oliver

Sauvage by Dior

Need to explain? It's best known in the fragrance world that any man who wears Sauvage always turns out to be the biggest playboy - it's a shame that the scent is actually captivating with its main blends being mandarin, sandalwood, and vanilla. He loves wearing it on the regular occasion as he always receives compliments from older women. It gets more intense and 'intimate' as the scent will definitely be more on the 'musky' side after soccer practice.

reo

Ombre Leather by Tom Ford

Is it the smell of all the private jets and luxury cars he's been in or is it the cologne? On the more pricy side, this scent was most likely gifted to him by his dad as small part of a graduation present. The blends are mainly black leather and patchouli, giving it an extremely warm scent with a hint of mint and jasmine notes. Wears it on business trips with his dad and just wherever he finds himself having to be presentable.

barou

J'Adore - Dior

It's a super clean and not intense fragrance - which he likes. contrary to some popular belief, he hates axe body sprays or anything that just smells overly ''teenager'' like. This provides a scent like mimics fresh laundry detergent with a strong floral afternote. Doesn't care that it's not a "traditional masculine" scent, will fight if someone makes a snide comment. Doesn't wear it all the time, but often wears it out for special occasions or trying to prove a point to others (he thinks his teammates smell BAD).

sae

Light Blue Summer Vibes - Dolce & Gabbana

He likes spending his holidays by the ocean - so why not bring it with him? While it's not a completely salty smell, the fragrance provides a sunny and breezy vibe. The top notes are Sicilian lemon while the base of it is a subtle woody scent from cypress trees. It's not overwhelming and gives him something to look forward to whenever he has a break from soccer season.

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #sae itoshi #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #oliver aiku #barou shouei #reo mikage #rin itoshi #doobea writing #my bf wears yulong and honestly best scent out of everything here zzz

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sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare · 1 year

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A Poet Could Not But Be Gay—part 1

Pairing: Ellie Williams x f!reader

summary: It's your first day of a new semester and you don't know anyone in your class... That is until a beautiful stranger introduces herself to you.

warnings: mutual pining, college!au, reader has no rizz, anxiety, English class

a/n: MDNI, please! I'm so fucking nervous about writing this. I've written headcanons before (which no one will ever lay their eyes on) and now I wanna writing a whole fic??? Also, the outfits are ones that I would wear if I had the money :) By the way, the title is from my favourite poem in the entire world and I just thought it fit perfectly.

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Waking up from a fitful sleep, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. First day of this hopefully decent semester, you thought, you fucking got this! Your therapist had suggested that you should start the day with positive affirmations and you were determined to make her proud, even if they were slightly aggressive.

You walked over to your closet, looking at the array of colours and fabrics. You had always loved clothes; it had always been such a fun way to express yourself. You liked your outfit to compliment the weather so, given that today was a warm and breezy day, you decided to go with something flowy. Which colour would go with the green of the unmowed grass, the vibrant blue of the cloudless sky, or the yellow of the overgrowing but (let's face it) charming dandelions?

You had to choose a lilac dress with which you paired plain white sneakers.

By the time you were done admiring yourself in the mirror and repeating variations of "hottie alert" and "is it hot in here or is it just me", you were almost late to leave. You quickly double-checked that you had all your supplies in your bag and grabbed a granola bar before bolting out of your apartment.

You got to school early enough to find your class. It wasn't your first semester here but these halls were like a labyrinth and you didn't want to be late.

After that class, you were able to get to the next one 10 minutes early. Some might say you were too early but you were eager to start this course: 18th Century Poetry. You had fallen in love with Romantic poetry in your first year of university and you wanted to read every word the era had to offer.

The minutes rolled by and you leaned against the wall bouncing your leg in anticipation. With only 3 minutes to spare, a tall, beautiful girl sat next to you with a polite smile. You smiled back, the smell of lavender shampoo hitting you as she turned her head toward the front of the class. Letting your gaze roam across her face, you noticed the countless freckles that kissed her nose and cheeks which were slightly covered by the stray strands of auburn hair. You repressed a smile when she sniffled, making her nose crinkle for a second. You let yourself look lower but became flustered at the sight of her perfect lips and quickly looked lower. You then noticed a tattoo peeking from underneath the flannel she'd rolled up to her mid-forearm.

The things she could do to me... you thought, lost in the sight of her. It was then that she moved her head slightly and you could see a small smirk. Shit! Did I fucking say that out loud dammit I'm gonna have to drop this class if she heard that!

While you were mentally cursing yourself, you still had not taken your eyes off her so she interrupted your thoughts. "You know, it's rude to stare," she said, amused, turning her head completely towards you now with a growing smirk.

"Uh yeah! Sorry," you started, "I just... uh... I hadn't expected anyone to sit there and then you sat there, obviously 'cause you're here, and so you caught me off guard and uh..." you were scrambling for something, anything to say for her to not think you were a weird creep. "Uh — Oh! I was just admiring your tattoo! It's really pretty." You smiled, hoping she wouldn't notice the burning blush forming on your face and neck.

She chuckled, looking down at her arm. God, I could listen to that sound forever.

"What, this old thing?" she replied, tracing the lines of the ink on her skin.

"It's beautiful. And it's really well done," you told her, your hand going to touch the leaves. Luckily, you caught yourself before she noticed. Embarrassing yourself once in front of this girl was enough for you today. "How long have you had it?" you asked her, desperate to keep talking to her despite your fear of what may come out of your mouth.

She looked up at you, letting you see the plethora of green in her eyes, "I got it a few years back. Decided I wanted something nice to look at instead of..." she trailed off. "Anyway, what about yours?" she asked.

You looked down at your own arm, mirroring her previous actions and feeling the bumpiness of a recent tattoo. "It's, uh..." you giggled nervously, "It's a few months old." you managed.

The girl reached up and traced the heart submerged in daffodils on your arm. You tensed, feeling a delicious burn that followed her fingers. You were desperately trying to control your increasing heartbeat when she asked, "Why daffodils?" She looked into your eyes with genuine curiosity. No one had ever been this curious about you after a few minutes of talking! You were enamoured with this girl and you didn't even know her name.

"It's what I imagine my favourite poem looks like." She looked on, encouraging you to say more. "I fell in love with Romantic poetry, but I specifically loved this poem so I thought, 'fuck it' and slapped it onto my arm," you replied.

She looked as though she was deep in thought and opened her mouth to respond when your professor started the lesson. Your head snapped to the front, but from the corner of your eye, you could see her look at you for a few more seconds before she focused her attention on the professor.

Toward the end of the lesson, she shifted closer to you and slid a small piece of paper across the desk. You picked it up and read, I'm Ellie btw you bit the insides of your cheeks to suppress your growing smile, and your heart fluttered when you saw the (; she had drawn at the bottom of the paper. That's just a normal smiley face. Don't read too much into it. A lot of people draw winking smiley faces; it's normal! Ah fuck I've been staring at it for too long she's gonna think I'm a freak.

With that, you ripped the corner off of a page in your notebook and started writing your own name. That was the easy part; the hard part would be deciding what to draw next to it. A star? No that was too basic. Definitely not a peace sign. A smiley face was out of the question. You wouldn't copy her. You decided on a simple, five-petalled flower.

By the time you were done, you saw her stand up and realized the class had been dismissed. You quickly stood up, tapped her shoulder, and gave her your scrap of paper without a word. She smiled as she read it and finally said, "Nice to meet you y/n," as she extended her hand.

You let out a small laugh, your shaking hand meeting her soft one, "Nice to meet you too Ellie."

You stood there for a few seconds when you both realized how awkward this was. She pulled her hand away first and said, "Well, um, I'll see you next class, y/n. This was fun!" She was already walking away.

"Yeah, for sure, Ellie!" your smile faltered at the space she'd created, "See you later!" And she was gone.

Later that night, you were video chatting with your best friend, telling her about everything that hat happened in your second class, "... and then we shook hands, Taylor! Like what the fuck! That's so weird but it was so perfect." you drew out the last word.

Taylor laughed and squealed at you. "Dude that's straight out of a movie! Are you kidding me! What's her last name, I wanna see what this girl looks like."

You groaned, "She didn't give me a last name. I have to wait for Wednesday to see her perfect face again!" Just then, you heard a ding from your laptop where your long-forgotten homework was still open. "Great, I just got an email from my poetry prof 'cause she forgot to tell us about a 'small 500-word paper' due next class, fuck me."

"That sounds riveting. I'll leave you to your super fun homework. I have a supper to get ready for anyway but I'll see you tomorrow!" You said your goodbyes and an hour later you were halfway done with your work.

Ugh, I have no energy to do this bullshit. If only I could see Ellie, I might have some motivation to keep going. Even just thinking her name summoned butterflies in your belly. The butterflies are at fault for what happened next.

You pulled up the email your prof had sent an hour ago and clicked on recipients. The thing you loved about older profs was their inexperience with technology. Someone younger would hide the recipients, but this woman did no such thing. How many Ellies could there be in this class? you thought.

As it turns out, there were two, Ellie Burke and Ellie Williams. You opened Facebook and started looking. You had no luck with Burke, unless your Ellie was a middle-aged woman or a short blonde, so you started typing Williams. That's when you saw a picture of the charming girl you had met earlier that day. Her face was sunkissed, her hair was wispy, and she was standing outside next to a tall, bearded man. They were both laughing at something beyond the camera and you couldn't help but smile with them.

You clicked on her profile and scrolled through endless pictures of her. There was even the occasional picture of a drawing. You looked at her most recent one. It looked like space ripping through the paper. Endless nothingness trying to spread across a finite page.

You were so enthralled by its beauty you had forgotten it was Ellie's until after you pressed like. Fuck you quickly clicked again to erase your like. Will she get the notification? It was only a few seconds. Who even checks Facebook anymore? Her notifications are probably off, right?

Your thoughts were interrupted by an incoming message on your phone. You picked it up swiftly needing Taylor to help you through your spiral but you saw someone else's name instead.

Ellie Williams: Hey stalker (;

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Part 2 Part 3

art by Gtuckster on DeviantArt

a/n: wtf I thought I knew where this was going and I must have blacked out 'cause I deviated a little. whoops. There will be more talking between the reader and Ellie but I wanted to make it as organic as possible and not rush things. I have a rough plan of where I want the story to go so pls lemme know what you'd like to see in the next part. I'm excited to see what y'all think!!

tag: @lonelyfooryouonly

#tlou #tlou 2 #the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #fluff #I'm so nervous that no one will like this

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 2 months

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Happy STS Ceph! If someone was looking for your characters, how would they describe them to people? What features would they most pick out to distinguish them from a crowd?

Isaac: His messy black curls are probably the best way to spot him. Not messy as in stylish bedhead, but as in oh, this man is on the brink and desperately needs help with self-care. (It's not until Dorian coaxes him into it that his hair starts to become noticeably healthier and eye-catching for other reasons.) Elfy describes his fashion sense best: Mexican grandpa and/or country veterinarian. That is, flannel/plaid shirts (buttoned all the way to the collar in Isaac's case), and old jeans that don't fit him well at all. Again, it's not until Isaac starts rebuilding and maintaining relationships with others that this changes. 9 out of 10 times you'll catch him with his eyes glued to the screen of his tab, doing something work-related.

Renato: If you meet a man who makes you forget every warning your common sense screams at you, you'll know you met Renato Faria Dimas. Of course the blue-green color of his eyes gets the most attention. Though he acts like this is tiresome, he goes through a lot of effort to groom his brows and hair as well as pick clothing colors to show them to their best advantage. He's a dating sim character come to life: handsome, charming, seductive, and definitely hiding more than meets the eye beneath the pretty façade. Dimples are another weapon in his arsenal he uses to devastating effect.

Dorian: Critics rave 5 stars, want to hug and/or cuddle with them on first meeting. Dorian exudes a love for life and the topics they're passionate about which is downright infectious. Their peacoat is legendary, though they do wear other hoodies and sweaters depending on the season and conditions. They've loved having their hair braided since they were very small, and continue to make an event of it as an adult, with food and movies and drinks with family and friends all day. They also really like the freckles across their face and shoulders, if you're one of the fortunate few to see those. You may have to wade through a sea of their other admirers to get to them.

Kinslayer: Isaac wasn't exaggerating when he described meeting their gaze as staring down the barrel of a rifle. Their eyes are an utter shade of black, reflecting no light whatsoever. Kinslayer has worn many faces and experienced life in all sorts of bodies, but this feature remains a common denominator no matter what they look like.

Elfy: She's the tiny woman with all the piercings, the mop of reddish-brown curls piled on her head, and who's vibrating like a rocket about to take off, unable to keep still. Can't miss her.

Ben: They just don't make 'em like this nowadays. He looks like a thug or back alley boxer from a movie set during the Great Depression because, well, that's kinda what he was. His size, the broken-one-too-many-times nose, and scarred knuckles give him a natural intimidation factor. He's quick to smile though, and the gleam in his brown eyes can turn someone's knees from a solid to a liquid even quicker. You know, if big, bi vampire guys are your thing anyway.

Motley/Noose: Its stitched together skin really makes it stand out in a crowd. Even its sunken eyes are unusual amongst necromancers, smoldering with a sullen red light rather than being the dull, lifeless gray of something that's been preserved in a jar of alcohol. Of course, it could very well be disguised as that stray dog trotting down the street. Or a white-faced barn owl in the tree outside the window. Or--goodness forbid--somebody you knew.

Breezy: One of the three weed-smoking girlfriends, now semi-retired in her 60s and versed in witchcraft. When she feels like wearing clothes, she could be in full, flowing ren faire garb or a pair of denim overalls for working in her garden. (Has a pretty nice tan, given her nudist tendencies.) She might braid her long white hair, but more often than not leaves it in loose waves over her shoulders.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #answered asks #storyteller saturday

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thedansemacabres · 4 months

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Hello! As one Hellenic Polytheist to another, and since you have such a huge knowledge of wine and wine making, I was curious if you have any good wine suggestions that might also be good offerings? Unfortunately, do to medical reasons, I can't drink alcohol but I'd like to find some wines that I could use as offerings to Apollo and Ares. I'm sure they wouldn't fault me for grabbing any wine from the grocer, considering I cant actually drink it to see if it tastes any good, but if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear. Thank you and hope you're having a good day :D

Of course! I actually have many thoughts on this, so I'll provide a quick brief on wine in grocery stores:

Grocery store wine tends to be a nightmare to winemakers. The common person does not know what wines they want to purchase, or good wines to buy, and there's a large state of confusion--it does not help that grocery stores throw wines on a self without worry. I'll see Italian wine next to Spanish with completely different histories and flavour profiles, and the history behind it will not be explained. Especially when a Spanish cooking wine is put next to Prosecco... which is why so many winemakers are putting attention into modern, cute, and pretty labels. People buy labels most often instead of decent wine.

So, grocery store wine shopping!

Personally, I avoid any bottle under 10$. This is due to labour and environmental concerns. I do not think you need a full rant on the labour issues of Blackfoot wine, but it's certainly a topic.

Then, what to buy? I associate Ares with full, harsh reds (or even a nice rose...), and Apollon I believe is both a red, rose, and white wine sort. As a general rule, affordable and drinkable (usually food) wine tends to be Italian (DOCG - Denominazione di Origine Controllata e Garantita): Italian for “Controlled and Guaranteed Denomination of Origin” means that it was made under certain quality control constrictions. Besides, a 10$ Chianti is a perfect offering. The quality system on wine labels goes far beyond DOCG, but that's a different post or if anyone asks.

For Ares, I would recommend any wine that states itself as "tannic" "bold" "courageous" etc., and grapes like Cabernet Franc are famous for this. A Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon has similar traits, but it tends to be expensive. If the bottle is blue/green, that means the wine is meant to age, and bolder reds tend to do so. I also think he is definitely a rose guy, so I would gravitate towards rose that calls itself "floral" "light" "refreshing" "breezy" etc., especially one of my favourite grapes, Black Muscat. Chambourcin is also a great grape for him--the floral nature and dark purple hue is beautiful.

Apollon - I would gravitate towards more yellow/gold whites, such as an older Chardonnay or Orange (skin contact white wine) wines. I personally associate him with Traminette, though that one can be rare to find. These tend to be expensive, but noble rot wines I believe fit (often called botrytis wines, but these tend to be more expensive) or straw wines--wines made by grapes shrivelled in the sunlight--which will require some research to find if it's a straw wine if not directly stated. Straw wines are sweet wines, so let's go into that.

Sweet wines will be more "accurate" to the ancient world if you care for that. Sweet wines have hundreds of names depending on region, so here's a tldr;

French wine - demi-sec and above is sweet, especially doux.

Italian - completely opposite of French wine, it's extra-sec (off-sweet), sec (sweet), demi-sec (very sweet), and dolce (syrup sweet)

German - Germany has a whole different approach to sweet wines, with sweetness being a mark of quality; trocken, halbtrocken (half-dry), feinherb (off-dry), lieblich (semi-sweet), and suß (sweet.)

Or the bottle just says "sweet" or "residual sugar" level. This is the easiest.

I hope this helps and may you enjoy offering wines to the theoi!

#dragonis.txt #asks #anon #megwritesnstuff #vīnum #helpol #ares deity #apollon deity #apollo deity

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kerrysdreamcorner · 2 months

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𝐀 𝐃𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

A Love and Deepspace Fan-Fiction

Ⓢⓤⓜⓜⓐⓡⓨ

With nothing to keep her occupied, Faye can’t stop missing her neighbour and boyfriend. Two doves pay her a visit, and seem to bring good luck with them…

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Fluff

Iris is an OC belonging to my dear friend @softlycandescent, and Millie belongs to my other dear friend @goat-mama-breezie

The blood was starting to rush to my head, but not even the beginning of a dizzy spell was motivating enough to move. Boredom had me in shackles, a damn shame as it was finally my turn to have a full weekend off work. Naturally I wanted to spend it with my boyfriend, but he’s been away all week taking care of something he couldn’t -or wouldn’t- elaborate on.

So, I turned to my best friends. Tara was attending a convention out of town and would be gone all weekend, Millie was being held hostage by Rafayel, and Iris-

Strawberry Freckles: Sorry, Faye, but I finally have Zayne all to myself today!

Strawberry Freckles: Rain check?

I huffed and typed out a message to send back.

Me: Well ZAYNE needs to share 😤

Strawberry Freckles: sjgajgakgis I’m sworrrrry

Me: It’s fine

Me: Go smooch and jump his bones or whatever

Strawberry Freckles: HELLO?!

I clicked my phone off and let it fall onto the couch I was hanging upside down from. Not my couch, but the one in Xavier’s apartment. Thanks to my insomnia I managed to thoroughly clean both my apartment and his before sunrise. Instead of going back downstairs to be lonely in my own apartment, I opted for sticking around and being lonely in his.

Picking up my phone again, I looked at the digital clock and groaned. “It’s only nine?”

I tossed the phone back onto the cushion and ran my hands through my coral dyed hair that was pooling on the floor. I thought about reaching out to Xavier again, but he hasn’t answered me in days. A common situation, one I wasn’t happy about, but there was little I could do about a bad signal. I could try to make up for the sleep I didn’t get last night…

Movement on the balcony caught my attention. Through the glass doors, I watched a pair of white doves perch themselves on the railing, looking rather heavenly amongst the healthy green foliage of Xavier’s plants. The doves were ‘kissing’ and cuddling up to each other. A sweet act to witness, but bitter to the growing hole in my chest.

A desire to escape their little love fest finally pushed me to roll ungracefully off the couch. I adjusted my clothes on my way to the kitchen, going right to the pantry where Xavier kept birdseeds for the feeder. The doves were rubbing salt in the wound, but I didn’t want them to be hungry. Or Fatso and Alarm Clock, and the other birds that frequently visited the balcony for a meal.

Despite how slowly I opened the sliding door, the doves still spooked and took flight. I expected as much, given the pair was unfamiliar, but hoped they would come back to eat before going off to do whatever it is birds in love do. Probably build a nest and raise some chicks.

Several of the more familiar birds swarmed the newly filled feeder the second I stepped away from it. “Yes, yes, you’re welcome.”

Chuckling to myself, I returned to the kitchen to put the excess seeds away. Just as I closed the pantry, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment. I froze and strained my ears, listening to the light, casual movements of whoever entered. It sounded like the person was comfortable in this space, and there was only one person who would carry a physical key in this day and age.

Xavier.

Excitement burst in my chest like a firework. Lips stretching into a painfully wide grin, I bolted out of the kitchen and towards the front door. “Think fast!”

Xavier spun towards me, gorgeous blue eyes wide with shock as I jumped and flung myself at him. He caught me, thankfully, arms securely wrapping around my waist as mine looped around his shoulders, legs hooking around his hips for extra stability.

“You’re here.” Xavier said as I squeezed him. “You shouldn’t run at people like that. What if I hadn’t reacted fast enough and caught you?”

“But I knew you would.” I pulled my face out of his neck and pecked his lips. “Welcome home.”

A red dust coated his cheeks and ears. “Thank you. I’m happy to see you again.”

Sneaking another kiss, I unlocked my ankles and dropped onto my feet. I didn’t want to let him go, and his arms were still around me so I assumed he felt the same. His eyes were beginning to close, though, head starting to droop the way it always did when he was tired.

“Do you want to take a nap?” I asked, cupping his cheeks in my hands.

Xavier closed his eyes and touched his forehead to mine. “I do. Will you stay with me?”

“Of course I will.” Brushing his blond bangs aside, I kissed his forehead and slid my hands down his arms to lift them from my waist. “Come on.”

I lead Xavier to his room and helped him remove his jacket. He took care of the rest himself, changing from his hunting gear into a comfortable sweater and pants before collapsing onto the bed. Pulling back the covers on ‘my side’, I crawled in snuggled up to him, my back against his chest and his arm around my waist. I felt his other arm slip beneath my pillow, and so I slid a hand up to tangle my fingers with his.

Xavier’s breath evened out instantly. Asleep faster than I could blink.

His sleepiness was infectious today, because for the first time since he left, my eyes felt heavy.

————

Outside the window, the sky was tinted with the first shades of orange.

I rubbed my well rested eyes and propped myself up on an elbow, twisting my neck to look back at Xavier. He was still asleep, and in a deep sleep by the look of it. It wouldn’t be surprising if he slept through the night.

Mental teeth gnawed on my empty stomach, a dull ache in my temple reminding me that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. Neither had Xavier, assuming he even had breakfast this morning. It didn’t take much effort to escape his hold and sneak out of the bedroom.

I quickly went down to my apartment to grab some fresher ingredients before returning to his to cook. A chicken stir-fry was a quick and easy thing to make, my favourite recipe only including chicken, broccoli, bell pepper, garlic, cashews, and of course the sauce. I even brought a bag of buns I picked up from a bakery the other day to have on the side.

When the cooking was done, I spooned two even portions onto separate plates and set them on the table with a cup of water each. Then came the challenge of waking Xavier, who hadn’t moved an inch since I left him.

“Xavier?” I called, leaning over his sleeping form to repeatedly poke his cheek. “Xavier~ I made dinner~”

He grumbled and brushed my hand away before nuzzling further into his pillow. I watched his arm extend towards the empty side of the bed, and when he didn’t find what he was reaching for, he lifted his head and blinked.

I giggled at the dazed look on his face. “I’m over here.”

Xavier looked over his shoulder at me. “What are you doing?”

The sound of his morning voice turned my heart fuzzy. “I woke up hungry. Figured it was time for us to eat, so get up!”

I grabbed the blanket and hauled it off him. He yawned and reluctantly sat up, rubbing his eyes in an adorable fashion. After a bit of coaxing, I finally managed to get him sitting at the table.

“How was it?” I asked, taking his plate when he finally finished his meal.

“It was delicious. Your skills have improved.”

I smiled and winked. “I’m a woman in love. I’ve taken time to practice.”

Turning towards the sink, I placed the dirty dishes in the basin and reached for the sponge. Xavier was behind me just then, catching my hand and twirling me until I was facing him instead of the sink.

“Leave it. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him. “Thank you for looking after things while I was away. I hope it didn’t cause you too much trouble.”

“No biggie.” I shrugged a single shoulder, then flashed him a mischievous smirk. “But kisses are an acceptable form of payment.”

“Really?” Xavier playfully shook his head and took a step forward, pushing me against the counter. “How many do you want?”

“As many as it takes for me to stop missing you.”

I closed my eyes and accepted his kiss with a soft sigh. Kiss after kiss was passed back and forth between us, and I realized that no matter how many kisses he gave me, I couldn’t stop missing him. Would never stop missing him.

I guess he’ll just have to kiss me first the rest of eternity, then.

#x oc #love and deepspace #lnd xavier #lnds xavier #lnds

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thetavolution · 2 months

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five character associations — Ingrid, Bex, and Tessa

Tagged by @razrogue (thank you!)

INGRID

emotions

anxiety

patience

determined

motivated

self-conscious

colors

dark blue

burnt orange

eggplant

sapphire

orchid purple

scents

lavender

sage

strawberries

freshly baked honey cake

chai spices

objects

her tattooing kit

herbs, like sage and lavender

a carving of a spider given as a gift from a loved one

carefully and respectfully collected bones

her quarterstaff

body language

a shy yet kind smile

keeping her eyes averted, nervously

getting lost in a big hug

a squeeze of a hand

staying by someone's side to comfort them

aesthetics

a spider in its web

tattoos delicately drawn on flesh

bones and decaying corpses

a breezy autumn day

curled up with an animal or two, like a cat or an owlbear

BEX

emotions

irreverent

empathy

affectionate

ennui

shame

colors

pink

ruby red

lilac

rosewood

mint green

scents

homemade bread

freshly brewed coffee

blood oranges

poppies

a cozy bonfire

objects

her antique violin

an old worn recipe book

a well-loved wooden spoon for cooking

her Knife of the Undermountain King

a lovingly baked macaron

body language

discreetly reaching out to link pinkies together

a look of complete detachment, in the throes of dissociating

a gentle squeeze of the arm for support

sitting in a special someone's lap with her arms around them

a genuine smile seeping through her smirk

aesthetics

a warm kitchen filled with fresh baked goods

a violin perched on a shoulder

piles of books, including recipe books

an endless field of poppies

coffee brewing over an open fire

TESSA

emotions

affectionate

impatient

capable

invigorated

lonely

colors

green

blue-green

snow white

aquamarine

dark brown

scents

pine forest

a warm cup of black tea

cranberry cake

crisp, clean snow

the smell of a rainy morning

objects

a pressed rose given to her by her mother

a deck of cards (possibly tampered with)

a notebook to write stories of her own

the shadow of Menzoberranzan to obscure her face

her sword of screams

body language

standing with her arms over her chest, cautious but standoffish

a quick and playful peck on the cheek

hiding in the shadows to disappear from sight

playing with a dagger with one hand

a quick and silent nod of acknowledgement

aesthetics

a cold, snowy day

roses and rose tattoos

a gambling table

an imposing yet loving winter wolf

sitting in front of the fireplace with a book

No obligation tagging: @tavsboots @himbo-hunter-hadrian @whenwindwhispers and anyone else who wants to do it!

#bg3 oc #tav oc #bg3 tav #tag game #thank you razrogue #Bex #Ingrid #Tessa

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Glauco White Headcanons;

His full name is Glauco Huxley White.

He is the son of Snow White and Prince Florian.

Which makes him the prince of Charmington.

He has a few nicknames such as White the Knight, G.H, G.W, Glaucy, 'Lauco, Gla, Goofy Glauco, Glauco the Gent, Glaizer, and Glauco the Genuine.

Glauco is 19 years old by the time the events of the pocketwatch roll around.

He and Danny are teammates on various teams which has made them both bestfriends and Auradon Fighting Knights (Team name).

He has a pet horse named 'Breezy'.

He also has a pet parrot that he not so jokingly refers to as his brother named 'Polly'.

Glauco's favorite colors are red, white, dark blue, and gold.

He has blonde slightly curly hair, skin pale as snow, and green eyes.

He thinks bow ties are cool and usually wears one or a tshirt with a fake one on it.

Glauco loves dancing, playing sports, baking, cooking, and archery.

Unlike his mother, he can't sing.

His favorite royal media is InstaRoyal.

He hates ZapChat, though.

He finds the Auradon Bedtime podcast soothing and listens to it before he goes to bed every night.

His favorite isle business is Hearts Salon, Dr. Facilier's arcade, and Shan Yu's Dim Sum.

His favorite Auradon business is Evie's 4 Hearts and Tiana's Palace.

His favorite game is Go-Go Ballroom Dancing.

His least favorite game is Crown of Castle.

His favorite band is, ironically, The Dragon Slayers.

His favorite song is 'Take back the knight.'

He is apart of the school news paper and had nearly been picked out of it several times alongside Red because of their antics.

His least favorite class is smiling because he thinks (privately) that is an unnecessary and even rude class. Hadie likes to tease that it's because he knows his smile sucks.

His favorite class is jousting.

Glauco's favorite sports are Tourney, Foulball, jousting, horseback racing, and Doomball.

His least favorite sport is Swords and Shields because he is no good at swordfighting.

His favorite drink is Eggnog.

His favorite food is Pizza.

His favorite candy is Dwarf Gems.

His least favorite candy is Posion apples for obvious reasons.

When he was little, he had a blue and red flannel baby blanket and a stuffed deer that he named 'Blue'.

Which is ironic considering he has hated Christmas ever since the evil queen turned him into a Christmas tree as a toddler. Something he still has nightmares from.

Glauco's favorite teacher (other than Coach Jenkins) is his biology teacher, Abigail.

His least favorite teacher is unsurprisingly, Mr. Deley.

His favorite book is 'Tales of the Peculiar'.

His least favorite holiday is King Beast Honorary Holiday and unification day.

He collects fossils and rocks.

Something that still gives him nightmares to this day.

Glauco is allergic to Shellfish and Calms.

His favorite dance is the Beast flop because of the name alone.

Out of the group, he gets along with Hadie the least. Considering that Glauco is extremely friendly, that isn't saying much.

The blonde can be described as the following: Shy, impulsive, friendly, athletic, and protective.

He is very close to both of his parents.

He and Chloe are cousins via their dads.

Glauco grew up being babysat by Chad, Evie, Doug, and the other dwarf's kids.

He does his best to steer clear of apples and apple flavored things.

His first word was 'Mama'.

Glauco wants to be a reporter, a professional tourney player, or a detective when he grows up.

Because of his want to be a reporter, he has become very good at lying and acting.

Other clubs he is in include the cooking and sewing club, and the debate team (which Red dragged him into claiming he needed to get better at standing his ground if he wanted to be a Detective or reporter).

The reason he is so shy and anxious is because once when he was little, he joined the annual singing competition. He was so bad that no one let him live it down, so now he finds it hard to find the courage to do things like that and to open up to new people.

He is dating Shan Deja.

#descendants #disney descendants #Glauco White #melissa de la cruz #the pocketwatch #rise of red #descendants headcanons #snow white #etc #pocketwatch au

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violettesiren · 1 month

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Birds tweeting red green blue laundry flustering on a line springtime light around five o'clock come stroke me softly I would suggest O forget it I'm just another bird as blue seeps between buildings

I'm enamored of branches the billion-fingered tree "seasonal amazing" the year always gets young again you could refuse and it keeps doing it How could I refuse your soft fingers Spring? Or why do I talk to you at all Such a fool for the annual come-on.

I know you see my love as artificial something that keeps covering as I'm blundering toward you. You're right, I'm all talk my truest lover I hug it in my sleep I should learn a more irregular love there's no lying when it comes to green bursting all around.

What I really want is to stay here in Spring soft and breezy tiny infatuation in the back of my mind catch a glance at someone beautiful "sweet shiver" a soft day's passing just before twilight and the wonderful wonderful birds clustering along the lowering lights.

April by Eileen Myles

#eileen myles

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scoobyganggifs · 1 year

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:3 what do all the little nicknames for the duos mean? like as in what inspired them, theyre all really cute

AWE!!!!! OK OK thank u sm for asking the explanations r under the read more :]]

several r simply based on color schemes along w something that resembles imo that color scheme while also making me think of duo in questions friendship!!! those being:

“gingerbread” comes from scoobys brown fur n daphnes ginger hair while also to me emanating this warm comforting homeliness where i was especially thinking of all the instances where daph knows exactly what to do to comfort scoob waugh

“citrus” comes from ofc velma being orange + shaggy being green (like a lime!!!) while having that food connection for shaggy. citrus fruits always remind me of summer, which in turn reminds me of scooby doo as a franchise bc its always the time they do rerun marathons on tv….

“breezy” comes from blue n green both being cool colors i associate with spring specially a characteristic mild spring breeze n ofc things fly in the breeze like how shaggy often flies into freds arms at any hint of danger. HONESTLY i think my logic for yhis one might be a bit harder to follow but trust me

“sunset” ORANGE N PURPLE BABEY!!! sunset is a time where opposites meet and while i dont personally view them as such velma + daphne are certainly often characterized or deemed by others as that. sunset blends day n night together, reminding us that often those that appear to be opposites will have more in common + be closer to each other than it first seems. u know

“horizon” maintaining the velma sun imagery sure sure and fred as the boundless sky but the horizon is something constant right? throughout the day it keeps everything on track by having the sun + sky work together

OK now for the others:

“grover” JUST THE TWO OF US 😭😭😭 in everything scooby + shaggy are ALWAYS together sometimes the others arent there, but they r ALWAYS by each others side. theyre the absolute best of friends man 😭😭😭 we can make it it we try 😭😭

“chosen” LIVED IN A WORLD WHERE THAT SDMI PLOTLINE DIDNT EXIST WHEN I CAME UP WITH THIS ONE ☹️☹️☹️ but ANYWAY its a ref to how in scooby goes hollywood theres the “backstory” scene where they go to the pet store + they meet scooby as a puppy for the first time n its VELMA who lifts him out of his lil box + says “i think hes wonderful” she chooses him and ive always loved that SO much like its always stuck w me even if its not the origin story i personally subscribe to its such an important scene to me…..

“six degrees” six degrees of separation babey!!!! between fred + scooby one thing they have in common is ofc their voice actor mr frank welker whos been voicing fred since the start n scooby since whats new….was especially thinking abt the scene in wheres my mummy where fred is imitating scooby LMFAO

“tredecim” latin for thirteen u already KNOW thirteen ghosts augh its such a Show n i love how shaggy + daphs dynamic obvs gets to receive more focus separate from the dynamic of usually the whole gang

“shining armour” sir daphne youre MY knight in shining armour!!! while ik that line had shippy intentions i can still apply it to their friendship as a whole i think <3 as a treat <3

#some r more detailed than others but the entire concept of silly little names for character relationships has always seemed SO fun to me….#THANK U!!!#📬

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mae-we-post-poems · 2 months

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To The Dandelion

James Russell Lowell

Dear common flower, that grow’st beside the way,

Fringing the dusty road with harmless gold,

First pledge of blithesome May,

Which children pluck, and full of pride, uphold,

High-hearted buccaneers, o’erjoyed that they

Eldorado in the grass have found,

Which not the rich earth’s ample round

May match in wealth, thou art more dear to me

Than all the prouder summer-blooms may be.

Gold such as thine ne’er drew the Spanish prow

Through the primeval hush of Indian seas,

Nor wrinkled the lean brow

Of age, to rob the lover’s heart of ease;

’Tis the Spring’s largess, which she scatters now

To rich and poor alike, with lavish hand,

Though most heart never understand

To take it at God’s value, but pass by

The offered wealth with unrewarded eye.

Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;

To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;

The eyes thou givest me

Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:

Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee

Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment

In the white lily’s breezy tent,

His fragrant Sybaris, than I, when first

From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.

Then think I of deep shadows on the grass,

Of meadows where in sun the cattle graze,

Where, as the breezes pass,

The gleaming rushes lean a thousand ways,

Of leaves that slumber in a cloud mass,

Or whiten in the wind, of waters blue

That from the distance sparkle through

Some woodland gap, and of a sky above,

Where one white cloud like a stray lamb doth move.

My childhood’s earliest thoughts are linked with thee;

The sight of thee calls back the robin’s song,

Who, from the dark old tree

Beside the door, sang clearly all day long,

And I, secure in childish piety,

Listened as if I heard an angel sing

With news from heaven, which he could bring

Fresh every day to my untainted ears

When birds and flowers and I were happy peers.

How like a prodigal doth nature seem,

When thou, for all thy gold, so common art!

Thou teachest me to deem

More sacredly of every human heart,

Since each reflects in joy its scanty gleam

Of heaven, and could some wondrous secret show,

Did we but pay the love we owe,

And with a child’s undoubting wisdom look

On all these living pages of God’s book.

#poems #poem #poem post #poetry #writing #literature #long poem #to the dandelion #james russell lowell #dandelion #flowers #earth #art #places #memories #life

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