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ktelova · 2 years

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No Matter What

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety/depression thoughts and a brief panic attack

Summary: Maybe you were avoiding her because avoiding is easier than letting someone else in. But the truth is, you can’t spend your whole life avoiding. It’s exhausting living in fear.

Word Count: 1,831

A/N: Some hurt/comfort finally! No more tears! Well, this is sad but it gets better!

I do NOT give anyone permission to repost or translate any of my works on any platform.

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You and Nancy had been together for a couple years, but as of recently, you’ve been pulling away from her. You weren’t sure you wanted a life in Hawkins anymore, you wanted Nancy, of course you did. But you couldn’t stay in this town anymore, too many things had happened and you felt like you were suffocating. You felt like a burden to everyone around you so you did what you do best, push people away. You hated yourself for still doing that with Nancy, especially after all this time.

You were Nancy’s home, she’d go anywhere as long as it was with you. She knew you were acting different, she didn’t know what changed, but she knew there was something bothering you. She tried talking to you about it and you always answered her with an “I’m tired,” or “not right now.” She wanted to see you smile again, genuinely smile. She wanted you to say you were fine and actually mean it.

You had told Nancy you’d be working late tonight, although that wasn’t true. You hated lying to her, but you needed to be alone for a bit without her constantly worrying. You didn’t expect for her to show up at your work looking for you though. She was beyond concerned to find out that you weren’t there and you hadn’t told her anything.

She wanted to panic, but that’s not what Nancy does, she thinks rationally. She got in her car and thought about everything that happened these past couple of weeks. She knew where you were. She drove back to your shared apartment and ran up to the roof. She placed her hand on the door and before opening it, she took a deep breath to calm herself. You needed her and she needed you to be okay, she pushed her worry aside and stepped out into the cold night air.

You didn’t even hear the door, you were too busy wrapped up in your own head. Tears dried upon your cheeks and you were wishing you weren’t in Hawkins right now. You wanted Nancy to hold you, but at the same time, you didn’t want her to see you like this. To see you so broken.

“Y/n?” Nancy called out to you cautiously, not wanting to startle you. Your eyes went wide with realization as you sniffled and turned your head slightly to look at her.

“Love,” Nancy nearly whispered as she walked over with her arms open for you and you melted into her embrace. She was here, the person you needed and wanted finally had her arms around you. You cried even harder into her shoulder as she rubbed circles on your back.

“I’m sorry that I’m such a problem,” you whispered into her shoulder, quiet enough you weren’t sure she even heard you. She did though.

She pulled your head away from her shoulder so she could hold your face between her hands as she looked at you and said “You’re not a problem, Y/n. You’re a person.” She kissed your forehead and hugged you tight. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before you decided it was best to head inside as it was getting late and it was cold up on the roof.

You and Nancy walked hand in hand down the stairs to your apartment as you rested your head against her shoulder. You felt bad for pushing her away, even if she did understand, even if she wasn’t upset or disappointed. You wished you had just talked to her.

The two of you got ready for bed and just laid together. Nancy was mindlessly tracing random patterns on your arm, smiling at you. You stayed like that for a while before you spoke, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Nance. I’m just so tired of disappointing you.”

To say Nancy was confused would be an understatement. Why would you ever think you were disappointing her? You were the love of her life, her safe place, her home, her favourite person. You could never disappoint or hurt her, especially not like this. She knew you needed time to figure out all the messy things inside your head, she knew you’d come to her eventually. She was not upset with you in the slightest. She was worried about you, yes, but she wasn’t upset with you.

“I love you so much. There is nothing you could do to ever push me away. I’m with you, no matter what,” she tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as she continued. “You haven’t hurt me or disappointed me, love. I know sometimes you need time to sort your head out before you come to me. You always come to me in the end, that’s what counts.”

You gave her a half smile and nodded as a tear slipped down your cheek. Nancy was quick to wipe it away, she leaned it and kissed you. Her lips were soft against yours as you melted into her. Your love for one another enveloped in a kiss, gentle and sweet. It was a promise,one to show that she loved you and you loved her.

Nancy pulled back to catch her breath and you could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath your nose as she chuckled. You curled up against her and rested your head against her chest as you told her about everything that was going on. You told her how you just felt like everything you did was wrong, how you felt like a burden and you even told her how you didn’t want to stay in Hawkins anymore. Nancy hummed as you spoke so you would know she was listening, waiting until you were finished to respond. She played with your hair, a soothing gesture for the both of you.

“I just feel like we’ve got no reason to stay,” you said. She told you that you were what mattered, this town meant nothing to her if you weren’t here. She’d follow you anywhere and she made that clear every single day. The two of you decided to get some rest and talk about it in the morning. It wasn’t like you needed to leave Hawkins tonight, but you did want to leave sooner rather than later and Nancy understood that.

You fell asleep on Nancy’s chest as she continued to stroke your hair. She stayed up a little later than you, watching the rise and fall of your chest and listening to you breathe. You really did scare her back there, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She needed you to be okay, for the both of you. You helped her as much as she helped you. She was beyond grateful for you and she was so glad she had the privilege of even knowing you. She would be lost without you because ever since the two of you met, being alone was hard. She misses you too much when you aren’t around. She knew you knew all that, but she still would never miss the opportunity to tell you just how much you mean to her and how much you’ve changed her life for the better.

The two of you were soulmates, not because you were supposed to meet, but because when you did, you made each other better for it. You were the other half of each other. You both had never been enough for the people in your lives before you met each other and sometimes you still had those thoughts, but Nancy was always there to remind you that wasn’t true. She always told you how strong and beautiful you were, she loved how big your heart was. She made you feel important and you did the same for her. You were everything to each other.

Nancy listened to your breathing long enough, it lulled her to sleep. Sleep did not greet her with the kindness she hoped for though. She had a nightmare about you, about losing you. If she didn’t understand your worries about staying in Hawkins before, she sure as hell did now. She wanted nothing more than to keep you safe.

She shot up in bed, eyes wide and breathing heavily as she reached next to her searching for you. It did not help at all that you had just gotten up to get a glass of water a few minutes before. Nancy was about to have a full blown panic attack when she noticed the kitchen light on. She took a deep breath and made her way out of the bedroom, in search of you.

You heard Nancy approaching and you turned around with a smile, you noticed her panicked expression and how she was kind of zoned out right away and your smile quickly fell. You rushed over to her and cupped her cheeks, she placed her hand on your wrist. Her breathing was still laboured as she looked at you with tears in her eyes. You were quick to wipe them away, just like she so often did for you.

“Breathe with me, focus all of your attention on me,” you said gently. She did as you told her and hugged you tight once her breaths were even, she sobbed into your shoulder and told you about her nightmare. You placed her hand over your heart and told her you were okay, that you were still here and it was just a dream. She seemed to take great comfort in that, she always liked listening to your heartbeat. It was one of her favourite sounds, next to your laughter and your voice in general.

“We’re moving,” Nancy chuckled as she wiped another tear from her face. You smiled at her and agreed as you kissed her forehead and held her tight.

“I love you so much, Nance,” you grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards the bedroom, it was your turn to calm her to sleep and tell her how much she meant to you. You felt like you didn’t do that enough, like you were always the one who was upset. Nancy reassured you that wasn’t the case, you always helped her when she wasn’t feeling her best, even if you didn’t know it. Sometimes she just needed your presence and you were always there for her and you always would be.

The days won't stop; they will come for you. Just as easily as the moon lights up the night sky and the sun rises, the days will come. Nancy will always be there for you though. The two of you had a long road ahead of you, but nothing was impossible with Nancy by your side. You promised to always be honest with her and not run from your problems anymore. When you let people in, the demons shrink back, so you would allow Nancy to carry this sadness and worry with you until you’re stronger.

#nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler x you #nancy wheeler x y/n #nancy wheeler x female reader #nancy wheeler imagine #nancy wheeler fic #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler angst #nancy wheeler fluff #stranger things imagine #xav writes

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hirayaea · 20 days

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IN THE OFFICE

Tara: Sooo~ tell me tell me, who was your first love?

MC: It’s so embarassing! Can I pass please?

Tara: Unfair! I told you mine!

MC: Having a crush on your kindergarten teacher is normal! Mine wasn’t!

Xavier: I’m curious now as well…

MC: No!

Nero: It’s Lumiere, right?

MC: NERO!

Nero: You shouldn’t use that name as your office password, you know? It’s too easy to guess.

LATER THAT NIGHT…

Jeremiah: Uh, Xav? Why is your Lumiere costume out of storage?

Xavier: I’m thinking if I should burn it or wear it.

Jeremiah: ???

#my headcanon is MC has been a Lumiere fan since the incident #I mean hellooo phantom thief figures are pretty hot ok #I get you MC #Xav would be so confused #I can’t wait for the new event #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #xavier #my guiding star #seiya continues to ruin my life #huff huff #aya writes #our little planet

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skynapple · 3 months

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Midnight Dew and Promises

Pairing: Jeremiah x MC {reader}

*Tosses this out into the wind*

After a long week of strategizing with your fellow Lightseekers and finally receiving a quiet moment, you find yourself unable to sleep. With Jeremiah being your constant companion for 200 years, you've begun to see him differently.

Since @hirayaea asked, although this is expanded on something I originally wrote to pester @caisjunlis.

Jeremiah sits next to you on the grass where you're sat under the moonlight. The wet grass beneath you soaks into your skin making you shiver but you can't seem to move. In the distance you can hear critters rustling and bugs chirping, creating a soft midnight lull. You barely look over at him while he moves his hand over to yours, gently grazing his thumb over your own. In 200 years and being your constant companion, it was a familiar form of comfort whenever you got that lost look in your eyes.

"I'm tired, Jeremiah." You say after a moment.

He doesn't speak. Then a sly smirk you've grown accustomed to starts to form on the tips of his mouth and you immediately regret speaking up.

"If you ever committed to sleeping at all-" he begins, "You might not be."

Because of his proximity, you can feel him stretching forward, fingers laced together as if he's straining to soothe a muscle.

"Gracious, my shoulders could really use the weight of- oh! what's this? Yes, indeed!" He pretends to be examining your head with his fingers, framing your facing while squinting through them. "Incredible! Your head is just the correct size and weight."

You burst into a groan, but you're giggling too. "You're impossible," you say.

He chuckles. "Impossibly dashing if I do say so myself."

You indulge him, for once, leaning your head into the crook of his shoulder. For once you take in his scent. It's crisp, refreshing, but different from the scent of the dew soaked grass beaneath you. It's familiar, comforting. He pulls his arm around your shoulders to pull you a little closer.

"Ah, see here? Your head fits just so. Will you rest now?"

"Only a little. If you ever shut up."

"Shutting up."

For a while neither of you speak, so when he does, you almost think you imagine it.

"I'm tired too," he breathes, "but not of you."

It's not like him to be so earnest, but you're grateful for it. Grateful for the stability that his companionship has granted you. He's grown now, matured in ways that only war could bring. You have to admit, the light touches of humor he shares are a breath of fresh air. He knows when to hold his tongue when it counts.

"And will you ever tire of me?" You ask quietly. "What will you do?"

He's leaning his head against yours now too, pondering your question.

"Tire of you? I'm not sure that's possible. You have a way of keeping things interesting. Even if that means at my expense."

You snort. "If only you were a lesser target."

"If only? You wound me."

"You should carry a salve."

"Trust me, with your constant battering, I do."

With his free hand, he fishes through the pouches on his pockets and reveals a small vial of healing salve. "See! It says here, the instructions in fine print. Take one drop for every instance of blows received from Miss [y/n]."

You smack his arm playfully.

"Careful! For a blow such as that, I might need to administer the whole bottles' contents."

"You've made your jest, yet you neglected to provide an answer."

He places the bottle back in its pouch and lifts his head to look at you. The moonlight catches the blonde flecks of his curly hair so that it looks like he's glittering. It's not a windy night, but the coolness of the air still catches your cheeks as his warmth pulls away from you, making you keenly aware also of your wet clothes.

"[Y/n], if I ever tire of being your companion, it will be because I no longer possess a sane soul."

Satisfied with this answer, you smile and hold your hands out to catch his, rising as he lifts you to your feet. You shake the dew best you can away, but know that it's useless.

"See? Always an interesting day with you," He says, already lifting his outer coat off to wrap around you, pinning your arms against your body as he wraps you tightly. He really never had a problem with these gestures of physical closeness. "Today's occurrence of interest is," he continues, "My companion leads me to be soaked to the bone with wet and cold in the middle of the night. Will we grow ill and die a most painful death? More tomor-" Since you can't move your arms, you cut him off with a blunt headbutt to the chest. He yelps in surprise, not in pain.

"Alright, alright. I'm serious! You cannot be outside like this at your own leisure like this again."

You groan again, leaving your head where it landed on his chest.

"Well! I couldn't sleep. I wanted to see the stars."

"You and your stargazing..." He shakes his head, pulling you tighter, somehow, into him. "You leave me no choice here."

In one motion, he scoops you up in his jacket bridal style so you have to throw your arms around his neck to hold on.

"Jeremiah!" You holler in surprise, not knowing yet that he just does these things because he likes it when you say his name the way that you do.

He laughs as he begins trudging through the field with you in his arms like you bear no extra weight to him. Despite knowing his physical strength by now, knowing it and experiencing it are two different things. You can feel the strength in his arms and you feel strangely secure and relaxed.

"Apologies. It was time for bed, Miss."

"I see. You're tired of me already."

"Never. But somebody needs to keep you in check."

He carries you the whole way and for the remaining duration of it you don't speak. His footsteps and the lull of the night noises begin to make you sleepy. You suddenly realize how tired you actually are.

When he sets you on your feet at the entrance of your current military base, you thank him but don't necessarily let go of him immediately.

"Jeremiah?" You start timidly, tiredness seeping into your vocal chords.

"Hmmm?" He answers, his curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat of carrying you.

"I'll not tire of you either then."

"Is that so?" He grins, tiredly too, but looking a little too cocky. You smirk, glad for the playfulness to ease your pounding heart.

"Just one thing..." You continue, reaching up with one hand to brush the curls away from his brows. He almost leans down into you as you do.

"Another request? Free of charge I assume?"

"Jeremiah..."

"Fine, let's hear it then."

You pause.

"You're not allowed to leave me."

He grows serious at your words, something flashing in his eyes that settles into understanding, arms curling around your waist as if you're made of delicate glass. You can feel him breathe against you as his head draws closer. Something has changed, he is meek, yet there's a strength and confidence in his tone. He doesn't waste another second pulling you into another tight embrace.

"Consider it done."

#jeremiah x mc #lnds jeremiah #lnds mc #lads jeremiah #lads mc #love and deepspace #love and deepspace jeremiah #love and deepspace mc #madi writes #madi plays lnds #I'M SORRY I JUST HAD HALF OF THIS WRITTEN ALREADY #LET ME HAVE MY RARE PAIRS #I love him your honor #I'm so sorry Xav you're still my favorite but #something about HIM

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xavalav · 6 months

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ALL THREE OF MY CATS ARE ON MY BED I WIN THESE

#they’re helping me write my speech on why led headlights suck dick and balls #it’s due tomorrow btw lmao #xav shouts into da void

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x4ver1a · 7 months

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Thinking about how it's nighttime, we are about to get a good night's rest. Even with the lights off, phone put to the side, I was flipping side to side, restless and uneasy, head just filled with aimless thoughts, unnecessary ones, and scary flackbacks. Even when I started to tear up, they would just scoop me into their arms, rubbing my cheeks and holding me close to them, grounding me, whispering sweet nothings to me, letting my worries just slip away. The way their calloused fingertips would rub the tears away, stroke my head would send me in a fuzzy headspace, just letting myself relax around them.

How I'd wrap my legs around their waist and snuggle into their chest, trying to breathe them in, their scent instantly filling my system, the intimacy of just being so vulnerable with someone is scary for me, but oh how it cures my damaged heart. Letting them just hold me as they drag the blanket over us, giving me a forehead kiss, whispering, "Goodnight."

#xav is flustered #xav rambles #fluffy #fluff writing #imagines #lovecore #secret love letters #xavs darling

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not-sure-what-im-feeling · 3 months

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Anyone who thinks writing is all ease and fun is wrong. Writing is agonizing over the fact that the characters are either:

A. Not doing what you want them to.

B. Doing what you want but in the worst way possible.

Or C. Not doing what you want in sufficient time.

I’m currently in C. It really is agony.

#the saga of xav writing curtwen continues #writing #fanfiction

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sentofight · 2 months

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She's staring at the various ice cream types she can scoop out to eat. "Ugh, why is it hard to pick?" she usually goes for the strawberry but she wants to change it up.

#ic.| yeong #[shes telling me to add her on the list and stop forgetting #[also THE LOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #[I NEED TO.........WRITE ABOUT IT #[THEY KEPT KILLING HER AND REVIVING HER KILLING HER AND SHE GETS REVIVED BECAUSE OF THE CORE AND .........IM ....HURT #[still we dont know how grandma had c/aleb #[did she had c/aleb before MC or other way around????#[OR C/ALEB WAS PART OF THE EXPERIMENTS SOMEHOW #[we dont know yet #[and i READ XAV'S MYTH AND IM IN PAIN #[ITS THE SAME....PHILOS...SHE IS THE SACRIFICE IM IN PAIN #[waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #[baby girl deserves better sobs

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alsoyooraiyah · 2 months

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it’s almost 3am but i wanna outline something…

#idk if itll hold up to canon since no one seems to have any intention of telling mc #that she reincarnates as herself over and over but #what if xav and dola have a conversation about the version of her he left behind in philos #idek what would start the convo… but i feel like it would have to come #sometime after him confessing right? assuming he actually would in plain language #and dola would have to gently let him down #like. idk. would he remove himself from her life after that or would he still try to stick around #i dont know him well enough but i wanna write abt him and dola so bad??

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pedaltothemegalodon · 4 months

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With all effects of the DevoLine's "enchanted" treats washing out from Shiver's system, in its place rolls the lucidity of everything that happened while under its influence...everything that was said, everything that was done. Though they were already rather pale, a ghastly sickness can be seen creeping onto their face as this happens.

"...Frye...Frye...! What the shell is wrong with me?!"

In an instant they spun on a heel and broke out into a mad dash toward the quickest route to get to the Land of Burnt Umber, regardless of who they had to dodge past. "Out of the way! This is a matter of life and death!"

#isola mini #This is mostly just setup for a future thing cause Xav and I want to do more of the conflict that was going on before the apology #BUT I just needed to write Shiver having this realization cause they couldn't while the chocolate was in their system

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ktelova · 2 years

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It's Too Late, I Don't Love You Anymore

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None? Let me know if I need to add something!

Summary: Maybe that's all you were ever meant to be to each other, a sunrise. A light to pull the other out of the darkness.

Word count: 1,523

A/N: I had to take a couple breaks because I couldn't write through my tears. This is also the first fic I've written in a few years!

I do NOT give anyone permission to repost or translate any of my works on any platform.

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You weren’t entirely sure when exactly it had stopped. When she had stopped.

When she stopped leaving you post-it notes on the fridge, before she left for work, telling you how much she loved you and hated being away from you. Making sure you knew just how much she cherished you and wanted to spend every waking moment next to you.

When she didn’t call you on her breaks just to hear your voice. She still called but they were so few and far between, she didn’t seem as happy to hear your cheery voice on the other end.

When her fingers no longer lingered upon your skin when she handed you the remote, her hands didn’t brush against your arms in the way that sent butterflies swirling through your stomach when she helped you put on your jacket.

She was pulling away, slowly, maybe she thought it would hurt you less if it was slower. Maybe she thought if she still gave you small gestures here and there, you wouldn’t mind because you were still together, right? She hoped she could salvage whatever was left of this love, but she just didn’t feel that way anymore.

It was a secret written within the walls of your apartment, they knew how she wished she could love you like she did when she first saw you, how every single time you so much as glanced in her direction, her breath hitched and her knees felt weak. How she was so easily whipped for you, it was just so easy to love you.

The walls could see it though, they certainly felt it, when you no longer playfully whined as Kate wrapped her arms around your body, pulling you closer as the morning sun peered through the cracks in the curtain. When she started picking up extra shifts and starting coming home late. She wanted something different now, she wasn’t entirely sure what it was but she knew it wasn’t you.

But the walls of your apartment knew your secrets as well. They knew how you cried yourself to sleep at night when Kate was still at work, how your tears seeped through the thin sheet of your pillow case, staining the fabric of the pillow itself. They knew how you never felt good enough, that you were bursting at the seams. That when you saw Kate, your heart clenched, not in the way it used to, not with happiness and ecstasy, but instead with sadness and desperation.

Kate always showed you affection, it didn’t matter where, she loved you loudly and she loved you proudly. It was becoming clear that she didn’t quite love you like she used to and if you thought about it, maybe you didn’t love her like that either anymore.

When Kate got home that evening, you were sitting on the sofa, head in your hands, peering at the floor through the cracks among almost closed fingers.

She had kicked off her shoes and placed them neatly by the door, a little startled to see you still awake after midnight, more so that you were waiting for her. She knew you were usually asleep by the time she got home, even on your days off you often went to sleep at the same time. You’d cook dinner and leave her plate in the fridge, she’d eat alone at the table before coming to bed, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before she slipped in behind you, in which you’d simply scrunch up your nose. She always found that charming, your stirring at the little affectionate gestures in the night. She adored that you subconsciously showed your appreciation for her, like loving her was simply stitched into your brain, in your soul.

When she looked over at you, she knew you knew. She figured your naivety was just a front and you were just as scared as she was. She entered further into the living room, you didn’t seem to notice her enter the apartment, too encased in your thoughts to focus on your surroundings, she supposed. You always did think too much, always at war with yourself.

She cleared her throat, making her presence known. When you didn’t look up at her, she spoke softly, “I thought you’d already be asleep by the time I got home.” Her words barely rung in your ears, you slowly brought your hands away from your face, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You looked up at her, careful and hoped for her to continue. You didn’t know what to say and even if you had, you were sure your voice would betray you, showing just how fragile you were.

She walked over to the couch and sat down, leaving a bit of space between the two of you. “You feel it too, don’t you? That’s why you’re out here, waiting for me, isn’t it?” Her voice was overflowing with sadness and a little bit of longing. The question hung in the air for what felt like an eternity before you replied.

“I always thought it was going to be you, I really wanted it to be you.” your voice wavered towards the end as you choked back a sob. You knew as well as she did that there was very little left to hold on to.

“I know, I did too.” her voice was soft as she looked over at you. “At the start, we didn’t need any reasons to fall in love, we just did.” she smiled sadly and took your hand in hers. She begun tracing the lines on your palm, it was a soothing gesture for the both of you.

“Now it feels like everything is about reasons.” she continued. Your heart was slowly chipping at each word she spoke, and each word she didn’t. Just being next to her after these past few weeks made you feel like your heart was being torn apart at the seams.

You knew it was over but a part of you, the stupidest damn part of you hoped you could still mend things, that maybe you could learn to fall in love with each other again. You desperately hoped that your story wouldn’t end this way.

“We both want different things now. We have for a while actually, but I guess by not saying it we thought we were protecting each other, trying to save something that isn’t there anymore.” you said, a lingering sadness in your words. “Some things just aren’t meant to be, no matter how much you wish they were, sometimes stories don’t have a happy ending.”

Kate looked at you and smiled, it was small and didn’t reach her eyes, you’d realized she’d been smiling like that a lot lately. Nothing was the same, neither one of you were happy and you both kept waiting for the other to say it, too afraid to break each other's hearts.

You both decided it was best to go your separate ways, it broke you to say goodbye to her, to everything you shared together but it was over, you had to let go.

You got up off the couch, leaving Kate with her thoughts, she rested her head in her hands and you took one last glance at her before you entered the bedroom you two once shared to pack up your belongings. She looked like her heart had been ripped out and stepped on.

You later emerged from the bedroom, bags in hand. Kate was still sitting on the sofa, exactly how you’d left her. She was having a war within her head and her heart, she wanted to let you go, she knew that’s what you both needed but now that it was happening, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted a do over, she needed the universe to give her a second chance with you.

“I wish you the best, Kate. I’m still rooting for you, always.” you hoped she heard you as you turned towards the door. You reached for the handle and as you did, you felt Kate grab your hand and turn you to look at her, she had tears in her eyes.

She looked desperate, almost pleading with you to stay as she spoke softly, voice wavering at the edges, “I hope you know that in my heart I never meant to hurt you.” She rested her hands on either side of your face and placed a gentle kiss upon your forehead.

A stray tear fell down your cheek and landed within the palm of her hand, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t still love her, that you didn’t want to fall back into her arms and start over.

But, you couldn’t. She will always feel a little bit like home to you, no matter how temporary. Maybe you were only meant to be a sunrise for each other, a light to pull the other out of the darkness.

And so, when you left that apartment for the last time, a part of you stayed there. A little bit of you will always live within those walls.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fic #kate bishop angst #marvel imagine #xav writes

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inevitable-pretty-chaos · 9 months

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Do you know this boy?

He was once plagued by the darkness who gave him endless nightmares and poisoned his little heart with fear.

But, despite his suffering, the boy had a tendency to romanticize the world and knew how to see good things in everything.

So it suddenly felt in love with the darkness.

It didn't understand its feelings at first.

They came and went as an irrational desire to touch, to spend time with the darkness.

The boy knew these feelings are wrong, but it wanted to be with the darkness regardless.

But the darkness needed to learn how to be kind first.

He craved suns blood and attacked sun, again and again, incapable of controlling himself.

And the boy was forgiving and good, as suns beloved creator made sun.

The days passed, and the darkness resembled human more and more.

Vae finally realized what vae did wrong and started to change for the better.

But the darkness' dangerous desire never stopped.

So, out of pure egoism, the darkness changed the boy.

The boy was a fool and thought that pleasure in pain can't be bad.

The boy served sunself on a golden plate.

Again.

And again, happy to have a good relationship with the darkness.

More days passed and the darkness turned into the boy's little night, soft fragments of what cryptid previously was.

The boy's mind changed in secret and the darkness had no idea that soon something will be different.

The darkness and the boy had a perfect life.

They spent their perfect nights together, hugging and telling each other compliments.

Until, suddenly, the boy was tired of pretending.

The darkness realized that he changed the boy into a monster.

And now cryptid needs to take care of it.

~Xavery

#It's... not the full truth‚ obviously #Just a story of my and Ki's past made like a fairytale #~xav #writing

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horror of our love by ludo is just the theme song for an au where xavier really was the hyde all along IM JUST SAYING-

or alternatively you know…….. we just… let him be appropriately freaky for an addams family entry……..

like i mean lbr….. there’s a “you must be this deranged to get with an addams” sign that goes up every valentines and halloween.

i personally make everyone’s resting level of demented at least 2 notches higher than canon (except ajax and eugene they’re Vibing) because like. they’re halloween town people. they’re spooksters. this is the school morticia and gomez addams went to. shit like the statue explosion and crackstone’s resurrection and hyde serial killings should be like…. tuesday. they should have a student mortality rate that rivals sunnydale high. there should absolutely be a super comical mix of people super blasé about the Horrors and people like “wow man… lotta Horrors in here huh?”

like I’ve basically already decided xavier is kind of a Intense Creepy Freak. you know like a REAL tormented artist type so he’s all fucked up and spooky to be around (and thus 100x hotter inherently). frankly imo he’s like a handful of bad days away as is from going full blown horror of our love batshit. he has will graham in hannibal “i’m a psychic and i’m a light breeze away from doing something Unspeakable” energies.

#answered #addams hell #wenvier #weds: oh he’s hanging on by a thread… weds: sprints to get scissors #this is reminding I gotta find more places to Let Xavier Be Demented in the thing I’m writing #Enid too #really I need to cook up a plot for the thing I write after this is done so I can use my More Psycho Concepts #like og comic personality!pugsley weds and xav all being actual childhood friends #also enid should maul someone. as a treat.#I love the idea of ppl thinking Enid and Xavier are the Sane Ones and they’re both just as demented as weds but in different ways #like PSYCH!!!!!!!!!! hope is DEAD!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDD #he picked cask of amontillado for a theme and thinks wednesday fucking addams is dreamy like— NEED I SAY MORE?????#HE’S ALREADY A SICKO!!!!!! HE’S JUST BEING SOOOOOOOOO NORMAL ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!

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midnightkirito007 · 2 years

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Animorphs Book 4- The Message

This one was a Cassie PoV and it allowed us to look into her fears and doubts about being an Animorph, making life changing decisions, dealing with the potential results of those decisions, and once more, we got to see our all together too young heroes resign themselves to the thought of death and dying... I said it in my book 3 post, but I'll say it again, Cassie is suchhh a well written empath in that she reflects to the other person an understanding of the feeling or situation instead of making it about her, making fun of them, dismissing them or invalidating anyone's emotions in any way. As is the case with such empathic people though (and it happens to lots of other people as well ofc), she also falls prey to avoiding looking at her own emotions too closely because she trivializes them to ensure that everyone else has space to share their emotions and experiences. This book does a really great job of showing how much her friends love, support and cherish her, and just how much they value her and her input, which while it made her uncomfortable to be so in the spotlight it was definitely necessary for her to feel and experience.

On the brighter sides though!

✨ SOME SPOILERS AHEAD ✨ (and some personal rambling, but this post, along with all my others are still all good for reblogging and likes/ other lovely interactions etc)

My favourite Andalite buddy, Aximili, has made his debut at last! Knowing he would show up but not remembering which book he shows up in has been painful for me. But when I finally showed up and introduced himself, I was here in bed, under the covers doing all sorts of happy dances with my feet and arms lol

When I was younger, he was one of my few imaginary friends and during the day and on evenings etc I would 'thought speak' to him and tell him all about my day, my troubles, whatever was going on, and also try to teach him a bit about the human world and even the animals around (he never actually responded, nor was there ever any obligation for him to respond so there were no feelings hurt and he got to learn from me as I got to explore his experiences through the Animorphs books). So given all that, his reappearance in the books (not that the books were gonna change and there was a chance he wouldn't appear, but just the suspense of it) was exhilarating for me!

#Animorphs #Animorphs Book 4 #The message #The legend speaks #Xav talks #Writing and reading that whole section about Ax though #It's legit a wonder that none of the adults around me seemed to have suspected any autism #They really looked at me and went yupp this kid is fine

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x4ver1a · 11 months

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thinking about how he would hold my hips down as i rut against his thigh sloppily, trying to chase my own release, desperately pawing at his chest to unconsciously beg him to help me grind against that one spot that makes me limp. only for him to laugh at me and call me "his pathetic little slut" or that im being like a bitch in heat. he would glide his hands against my waist up and down sensually, urging me to roll my hips down on his thigh some more. He would lean in and whisper sweet nothings in my ear, the proximity of his mouth against the side of my face being so so close, so close till i can hear his breaths, feeling it as well, all of it just riling me up closer and closer to my release.

As i get closer and closer to snapping the knot in my stomach, i would start getting limp on him, trying so so hard to stay composed and keep a steady rhythm as i grind on his thigh, he would get impatient and grab my hips harshly, pushing me down and rubbing my poor cunt against him, forcing me to cum on his thigh, or perhaps making a mess on his pants, as i cum he wouldn't stop, still grinding me against his thigh as he continued to overestimate me, all i can do is whine and whimper at him, oh how powerless i was against him, just letting him use me like how i deserve to be, when he says im done, then im done but other than that, he controls me.

#xav is flustered #nsft concept #um maybe this is targeted #smut writing

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xavalav · 2 years

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y’all mind if i drop some fucked up dsmpsona lore⁉️

As Eret walked through the entrance of her castle, an unease settled into her stomach that made her feel as though something was wrong, off in a sense. The castle felt still as the unusually chilled air made her hug her cloak tighter around her while she walked through the winding halls that approached the throne room. She rounded the corner and felt a shudder work its way down her spine as she forced herself to stand just a little straighter when she discovered someone sitting atop the pedestal she usually occupied.

Lounging on her throne was none other than Dream, hanging lazily over the arm rests as he held her crown in his hand, casually playing with it as if it was nothing more than a toy. He tilted his head over to where she stood frozen in place, porcelain mask boring into her soul, and gave a smile with too much teeth to be anything other than a threat. Dream swung his legs around so that he sat normally and lifted his hand and curled his finger, motioning for Eret to come closer. As if a puppet on a string, she stiffly shuffled over until she stood in front of the throne where she resisted the urge to look down and instead met him eye to eye, grasping desperately at anything that would give her some sort of power in this situation.

“Hello Eret, I was looking for you actually. You see, I came earlier today and found not you, but a mimic in your place. It was so convincing I almost didn’t notice it wasn’t you.” Dream said, his tone holding a faux playfulness to it that Eret knew was anything but. He casually stood up and placed the crown on Eret’s head, letting out an amused huff as she minutely flinched at the contact. “Well, let’s go check in on our guest shall we? We shouldn’t keep their majesty waiting.” Dream spoke as he stepped down from the throne and brushed past her, only briefly stopping to motion for Eret to follow. She knew she was in deep shit as she quickly caught up to Dream, trying not to stumble as she matched his brisk pace down the castle corridors. She swallowed nervously as she forced herself to keep moving; she knew Dream wasn’t stupid and knew that whoever was on the throne was there because she let them be there. She was also well acquainted with his cruelty, and that whatever had happened before she had arrived at the castle had not been pleasant.

As Eret followed Dream into the depths of the castle, she felt the air become damp with a moldy tinge only underground dungeons could know. She tried to count her steps in hopes of distracting herself from the tension that hung thick in the air like an early morning fog before giving up as it was only making her more anxious. She instead let her mind wander, trying to think of how Dream could have discovered the fake on her throne. It had been about a month since she had been away, so he was obviously fooled for that whole month, or was he? Had he known this whole time? Was he simply waiting for the right time to catch them off guard? Eret shook her head gently in an attempt to try and dispel her increasingly intrusive thoughts. The last thing she needed right now was to get stuck in the swirling void of her anxiety, she needed to be present to be able to react accordingly to whatever twisted game Dream had planned.

Eret could feel her heart thrumming in her veins as Dream slowed to a stop, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the door that entered the area where prisoners were kept. She stepped through the threshold after Dream and took a moment to let her eyes adjust to the dimly lit walkway, the torch scones lining the walls barely making a dent in the suffocating darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she started to recognize a figure chained to the wall in one of the cells and had to suppress a noise of distress as more features came into focus. The figure chained to the wall was none other than Imago, a shapeshifter who had been sitting in for Eret for weeks now. His pale skin was littered with cuts and bruises, blue blood dripping from not only his various injuries, but from his nose and mouth as well, leaving a small puddle on the floor that had already begun to dry a deep purple. He was still wearing one of Eret’s outfits, although it was significantly more crumpled and dirty now, and his hair was still slightly curly and brown at the roots, meaning he had no time to shift back before being beaten unconscious.

Eret bit back the bile that had started to rise in the back of her throat as Dream unlocked the cell door and swung it open unceremoniously, letting it hit the bars with a loud clang that seemed to reverberate down the corridor. Eret didn’t flinch, or so she told herself. As Dream entered the cell, Imago stirred just enough to show he was alive. Eret wondered whether it was better or worse to still be alive as Dream unlocked the iron shackles holding Imago to the wall, letting him slump unceremoniously to the floor. Dream nudged Imago’s face with his boot before crouching down and grabbing a fist full of his still whitening hair, pulling him roughly off the ground, eliciting a weak groan from Imago as he grimaced slightly.

“This is the thing I found on the throne,” Dream spoke with vague disinterest, tilting Imago’s head up and letting the cerulean blood from his nose trickle down his chin where it slid down his neck and eventually soaked into the collar of the blouse he had been wearing. “I must say, it really had you down to a T. Your clothes, your mannerisms, hell even the way you speak. I almost didn’t realize it wasn’t you.” he continued, standing up and turning around to drag Imago out of the cell by his hair. Imago, slightly more lucid with the added pain of his hair being yanked, attempted to weakly grasp at the source of his pain as he winced and writhed with every harsh pull. All Eret could do was silently follow them down the hall, her heart beating faster with each step she took as her body seemed to know where they were going before her mind had the chance to catch up; the dull ache in the ring of ever building scar tissue on her neck growing with each passing second. Her hands began to tremble as she attempted to calm her shaky breathing before her breath hitched in her throat at the realization of where Dream was headed. She hoped she was wrong, she hoped and prayed to whatever deity could be looking down on her that the path they were treading was some cruel coincidence, a sick joke. But it was no coincidence, and there was no god smiling down on her that day.

Dream had stopped only for a moment to unlock the wooden door before striding into the room, leaving Eret to will herself to enter the room she so desperately did not want to be in, every fiber of her being screaming at her to run as far away as possible. Reluctantly stepping into the room, Eret kept her head down and eyes unfocused, hoping that would keep her from remembering what it looked like. But this room had been burned into her memory long before she ever met Imago. It was fairly spacious but dimly lit, the only source of light being a small window in the top of the wall that practically touched the ceiling; the only decoration a block of wood with a curved divot in it, covered in long since dried blood. Eret thought she was going to be sick as Dream threw Imago onto the block of wood, Imago barely having the coherence or strength to catch himself. Dream then roughly shoved Imago, making sure his head was lined up with the chopping block before walking around to stand in front. After a brief moment, Dream summoned his axe from his inventory, the enchanted netherite gleaming a wicked purple in the dim light that filtered in. Eret felt her heart race as she instinctively put her hand to her neck, covering the thin, pale line of flesh that circled her neck; as if she was the one on the chopping block and could somehow stop Dream from letting loose the guillotine.

“Since this thing wanted to play king so badly, why don’t we show it the consequences of its actions, a punishment fit for a king.” Dream stated, enjoyment evident in his voice as he began winding up for the swing. Eret’s body moved well before her brain had time to process anything, rushing forward with her hands up, yelling to stop before she could even think of the repercussions. Dream halted the descent of his axe and turned his head to look over at Eret, the black dots on his mask boring holes into her as a grin of dark amusement slowly spread, his mouth truly being the only feature of his face visible. “Eret, you already know how this goes. If you’re so eager to switch you can, but I doubt you will enjoy being down to two lives.” he purred, voice dripping with the sickly sweet honey that Eret despised. She bit her cheek and let her eyes nervously cast down to where Imago was limply hanging from the block. Much to her surprise, he had tilted his head just enough so that one of his eyes was peering up at her. They shared a meaningful look before Imago weakly shook his head and slumped back into the crevice of the wood. Dream snapped his fingers, forcing Eret to focus on him. “Well? It’s rude to keep me waiting, your majesty.” he snarked, not even bothering to hide how much pleasure he was taking from this situation.

Eret let her head droop as she cast her eyes to her feet. “Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again.” she mumbled, hoping Dream wouldn’t make her repeat herself. Dream seemed satisfied by this, however, as he took that as license to continue. Eret felt tears start to slip down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stomach the thought of seeing Dream heft his axe over Imago’s neck. He brought it down with a viscous smile on his lips and a sickening crunch as the tell-tale snap of a life being lost seemed to echo against the walls of the room, mocking Eret. The room only seemed to become darker.

#fuck it yall get the revised version bc i love my tumblr mutuals <33 #yes i know it’s cringe no i don’t care #i struggle so bad w dialogue bro idk how writers do this #if any writer friends have critiques im open to them but i will admit this is mostly self indulgent #it’s MY oc and I get to inflict soul crushing trauma upon them #woe life altering experiences be upon ye #also they get to be friends with c!eret fuck you #honestly writing is fun i might continue this while i rest my hand for injury #there will be a part two at some point and when this is finished i’ll post it on ao3 like a real writer #castle staff #eret fanart #xav art #xav ocs #chrysalis (imago)

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