#(AINT NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE)

[pebiejeebies]

WHY THE FUCK DID THIS SHIT BLOW UP

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[hex-witch-nicole]

Why are there so many knot un-tie-ing game ads on my Tumblr dot com.

I am immune to rope propaganda 😡

I will not be installing the app

[pixieishottogo]

"Anything" ♡ Curly x Anya

art credit: seagummies on twitter

warnings: angst, topic of miscarriage

this is a good ending au of mouthwashing! if u are a hater, then dni🥰 this post aint for u, babe

Chapter 1

Jimmy had been dead for the past few months due to the crash. The crew has been slowly rotting. They have lost all hope, and for good reason. Daisuke and Swansea are unconscious because of hunger and exhaustion. Curly and Anya are slowly losing grip. Despite all this, the beautiful glowing screen still showcased the moon and stars. Curly's hair sticks to his face due to anxious sweat. "Well, we had a good run. Didn't we." Curly smiled. Anya laid beside him and she smiled despite the tears rolling down her face. "Yeah." Curly's breath hitches "Anya... I'm-”

Curly opened his eyes with a jolt. There he was, in the hospital. His whole body was aching. A nurse walked over to his bed, "How are you feeling, sir?" His eyes widened harshly. "Where is my crew?" He yelled. "Are they okay? Is Anya alive? I never got to tell her I'm sorry!" Curly's heart beat spiked. Thinking about Anya's distressed face made him feel nauseous from guilt. He placed his head in his hands, as if grappling with reality. The nurse spoke gently to try and to calm him down, "Everyone is okay. Some are still waking up." He sighed, feeling relieved. A doctor came into the room. "How did we survive? How are we home?" Curly was more than shocked. The doctor walked up to him, holding his papers. "Another space ship found you guys. Some astronomers were on an expedition in the area. You all were very lucky they were out there." The doctor said, cracking a smile. Curly looked down at his hands. "What room is Anya in? If you don't mind asking." Curly asked quietly. The nurse responded, "Room 25. And this is 24." After doing some basic checkups, and giving him some medicine for the pain, the doctor and the nurse left. Curly laid there, alone with his thoughts.

A few hours pass by, and unable to just sit and do nothing, Curly sneaks out of his room. He finds Anya sitting down in the lobby. The moon light shining on her in her hospital gown. She looked tired as usual, and mentally drained, but she still smiled faintly when she heard his voice. "Anya!" He cried out, limping towards her. She looks up at him and smiles with tears in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and cried. She held his head gently. "Anya... I-I I'm so sorry. I should have done something. You already had told me that you felt uncomfortable around him. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry that I made it seem like I didn't care. I care so much. I will do anything you want to gain your forgiveness. We don't have to ever talk again if that's what you wish. I'm so sorry, Anya." The words came out almost pleadingly, and rushed. He couldn’t hold back a sob. "Captain-... Curly. Our worst moments don't define us. I don't blame you for what happened, we were in the middle of space. But it will still take me a long time to heal. Thank you." Anya was always the more quiet kind. She didn't know how to respond. After several quiet minutes spoke quietly, "I lost the baby." Curly looks up at her, his eyes slightly wide. To not offend her, he asked honestly, "How do you feel?" Tears rolled down her face, as she stared at the ground. "Empty.”

In the morning, Curly and Anya met up with Daisuke and Swansea. It seemed they were recovering well. The crew all sat together in the lobby. It was surreal, everything felt so much lighter. Almost happy. "How are you guys doing? What do you plan on doing after this?" Curly asked. Daisuke's face lights up, "That was totally crazy! I'm happy we survived. I can't wait to see my mom." Swansea pops in, "Heh, It will be nice to be with my family again. No more pony express. I get to be a retired lazy old man!" Swansea chuckles. Anya and Curly look at each other smiling. It felt like a dream.

A few days went by, and the crew slowly recovered. Everyone was released from the hospital once they were fully recovered. Getting back from the hospital was refreshing. The sterile white rooms grew to be nauseating. He could finally go home. Curly pulled up to his home, the sight of his big white house with blue shutters made him smile. That company never cared. Some random astronomers were the ones who cared enough to save them. He was free from that stupid job. He hated being glorified, he soon realized. Curly felt like a monster after everything that had happened. His loving pet guinea pig was waiting for him in his bedroom. Curly’s mother would take care of her every day while Curly was gone. Whenever anyone visits, they are surprised that he has such a small creature when he's such a big guy. Almost every time someone says the classic "Wow. I thought you would have a dog of some sort, captain." He sighed and flopped on the bed but gently held Daphne. He felt so relieved to be home, after all this time. But every time he tried to close his eyes, he would see Anya's crying face

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sooo this is my first fan fic ever that im gonna actually commit to😭 plz be patient. also, im gonna try to write the miscarriage plot as realistic as possible. i have had multiple friends and family that have suffered from miscarriages

[sherewrytes]

T. A. R (Time, Appreciation, Respect)

(I'll always want you part 2)

Synopsis: Ony was calling Y/N constantly these days, trying to always reach out to talk and say his piece. Y/N wasn't sure if she was ready for it.

C.W. Angst, Black coded reader, Drug use (weed). Song links used as reference.

Fanfic inspired by the following song.

Solange: Cranes in the sky

Link for part one here

Time had passed since your confrontation with Ony on that fateful night. The sting of betrayal still lingered, casting a shadow over your every thought and action. You still find herself unable to shake the memories of everything that took place between you and Ony and the raw emotions it had unleashed.

It's 2:30 AM. You lie awake, replaying the conversation with Ony in your mind. A part of you acknowledges he may be right, yet you find it impossible to converse without being overwhelmed by emotions.

You heard Annie out on her part to play in all this but not Ony. You didn't have class until 2pm today so you had enough time to sleep some more if needed. You got out of bed, stretched, went to your desk to journal to clear your mind.

You lit the candle on your desk, opened your journal and poured your feelings into it. The pen felt heavy in your hand, similar to how your heart felt in your chest. You wrote about the confusion swirling within you, torn between the logic of Ony's words and the ache of betrayal that still lingered deep within your soul. Memories flashed through your mind of happier times, of sad times and every moment in between. You knew you should hear him out but, you couldn't decide if you were ready or not.

You closed the journal and texted Sasha to see if she was awake. You needed someone to talk to. Sasha responded almost immediately saying she's in the area, so she'd be over in a few and she has Connie and Eren with her.

You sighed and responded. You went to your kitchen to make a quick midnight snack for you and your quests. 15 mins later, at your apartment is Sasha, Connie and Eren.

Connie: "Is it okay if I smoke in here. Between Uni, my music shit and other shit. I'm stressed out."

You: "It's cool. I do smoke sometimes, well used to with Ony. Speaking of Ony. He's been calling my phone nonstop.

*Turns to Eren* He said you've been on his ass about me. Eren the fuck you on boy.

Eren sighed "Look I'm just looking out for him. Ony is taking this harder that I've seen him take anything. Him and I go way back. Ony only shows up to class, messages me for some weed well hella weed. He aint even in the studio much either."

You knew Eren, Connie, Mikasa and Ony were music majors at Paradis University which you all attended. Eren was the lowkey producer type that makes beats to rival the greats. Connie is a rising hip hop artist and Ony is a cross between Trap Soul and Rap. Mikasa was the soulful girl with a beautiful voice. You knew Ony never missed studio time for nothing, so you knew he was struggling.

"When last did he show up." Y/N asked Eren with some concern in her tone.

"Probably 2 months ago before that it was 3 months before that. Look you don't have to force yourself to talk to him or bear his wounds or help him heal from the mess he made on his own. It ain't your job to, What I'm asking is if you can hear him out even if its 5 minutes if you can't then Imma tell him to drop it."

You sat in silence for a bit truly wondering what to do, so you turned to Sasha. "Honestly I want to hear him out, I do but I need more time. I know everyone thinks I forgave Annie so easy, but Ony and I had something deeper than Annie and I had even with our years of friendship. Ya we were fighting and at odds that time but..I know I'm being dumb cause Annie is just as responsible as he was. I just need to clear my head some more."

Connie took a toke of his joint and passed it to Eren then Eren to Sasha. Sasha pulled out her phone and connected it to the speakers in your apartment and started playing L.E.S by Childish Gambino. They all passed the joint around the room you took a few hits here and there. Eren was mindlessly scrolling through his IG to see Ony posted a 15 sec video on IG with a link in the caption to his YouTube to his latest track Amphetamine.

Eren blurted out with a bit of shock, "What the fuck, Ony just dropped a new song. It looks like he changed his artist's name from Ony to Soro. I mean he mentioned the change last time he came in the studio. Yo Sasha disconnect real quick lemme listen to this real quick."

Sasha disconnected her phone to allow Eren to pull up the track. " The song is almost 8 mins WTF is Ony on" Eren says.

The beat kicks in with this smooth, laid-back vibe that immediately hooks you in. Everyone's silent giving the track a listen.

" It's like an amphetamine, how it marinate on my mind (stuck on me, yah) Got no doubt I'll be alright, if I just make it through the night."

You can hear, almost feel the range of emotions in the song. You can hear Ony's voice pouring out his feelings. The beat changes around 2:48 seconds in giving a whole different vibe to the song.

"Shawty cold as December, I still fold her, no Manila B-b-b-brr wit me baby, I hibernate, smoke the lettuce."

Everyone was vibing with the song until they heard Mikasa's voice drop on the track around 4:28 Everyone a bit surprised since Mikasa doesn't easily do features even if it's with her friends. Connie laughed a bit "He got Mikasa on this with him. Damn he really went all out. Aye Eren aint this the same beat he said he didn't want around 5 maybe 6 months ago?" Eren laughed thinking back to when he played this beat for Ony, and he said he hated it. Ony owed him big time for this, but he'll circle back to it. As the song finished. You sat with your eyes full of tears. You thought to yourself that you could feel every emotion Ony sang about in the song. The loss of their relationship, his struggles with his mental health and so much more.

Connie was the first the chime in when the song ended "Damn that was.... deep." "Yah it was Ony really flipped the script on this one." Eren chimed in.

Eren got a notification that Ony was live on IG. He clicked on it. He saw he was talking about his just dropped song and other usual shit that's going on in his life.

Ony's eyes were the newfound usual shade of slight bloodshot red from smoking and hardly any sleep. He was reading off a comment asking him who inspired him to write the song. he responded with "Someone but also no one."

Ony's voice flowed through the speakers in your apartment causing Eren to disconnect his phone to watch the live a bit easier.

He commented saying "Fire track man, wish you'd let me know you were droppin a song man."

Ony read the comment out loud and smirked and said "Sorry man. I wanted it to be a personal project, but I owe you one big time for the beat."

Ony and Eren were engaging in their usual banter in the comments of Ony's Instagram live. You were deep in thought when Ony read aloud a comment from someone claiming his song was inspired by his ex-girlfriend. Ony and you had a semi-public relationship, which is due to his rising fame as a Trap Soul/rap artist.

Ony sighed, his mind drifting back to the last time he saw you in person, when you came to return his belongings from your place. He had seen you around campus since then, but it simply wasn't the same. His response was "It was inspired by pain. Pain of loss, loss of love, loss of hopes, loss of dreams. Loss of self. She's part of something I lost in my life."

Ony paused, his gaze drifting off as he recalled the bittersweet memories. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the ache in his chest as he continued, his voice laden with emotion. "So yeah, she's part of what I lost, but 'Amphetamine' is also about finding myself again. It's about reclaiming my voice, my truth, and pouring it all out into my music."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though sadness lingered in his eyes. "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand. Understand that she's not just a memory, but a muse who ignited something within me, something I'll carry with me forever."

With that, Ony concluded, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The live disconnected indicating he ended it abruptly.

As the live session ends abruptly, the room falls into a heavy silence. You, sits with a mix of emotions swirling within yourself. Ony's words echo in your mind, resonating deeply with your own conflicted feelings. You can't shake the sense of nostalgia and longing that his music and words evoke. Sasha breaks the silence, her voice soft yet determined. "Y/N, are you okay?" she asks, her concern evident.

You took a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. "I don't know, Sasha," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sasha nods understandingly, her eyes reflecting empathy. "I get it. It's hard to hear someone express their pain so openly, especially when it's intertwined with your own." Eren chimes in, his tone reflective. "Yeah, but maybe that's what he needs right now. It's better than him bottling it up and tryna smoke it all away."

Connie exhales a puff of smoke, his expression contemplative. "True, but it's also a lot to unpack. Y/N, you don't have to rush into anything. Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want. What Ony did was messed up"

You nod, grateful for your friends' support. "Thanks, guys. I think…I think I need some time alone to sort through my thoughts."

With that que, Eren, Sasha and Connie left your apartment. you walk through your apartment heading to your room, the melody of Ony's song still echoing in your mind. Your emotions even more confusing than when you talked to Ony earlier. You looked at the time. It was almost 5 am. You decided to shower and head back to bed, hoping to get some rest before class.

Your mind was restless, torn between Ony's latest track and his words during the IG live, you were conflicted. On one hand, you acknowledged missing him, but on the other, infidelity was something you could never condone in a relationship. You recognized a desire to listen to his explanation, yet you feared your heart might not endure his version of the events.

The weight of Ony's words hangs heavy in the air, suffocating your mind with intense thoughts. Alone amidst the dim glow of your bedside lamp, the words "Maybe one day she'll hear this song and understand." taunt you with the possibility of reconciliation and closure. You thought to yourself "How could I ever hope to understand the depths of his pain when my own wounds still bleed with the memory of his betrayal?"

Finally entering your room, you sink onto the edge of the bed, burying your face in trembling hands, desperate to silence the cacophony of thoughts threatening to consume you.

"Take your time to process everything, to figure out what you need and want." Connie's words echo faintly in her mind. With a trembling sigh, you rise from the bed, your steps faltering as you make your way to the bathroom. The steady stream of water cascades over your trembling form, washing away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"It's 5 am. I should try to get some rest before class," you think to yourself. Climbing out of the shower, your limbs feel heavy. Wrapping yourself in a towel, the fabric offers a feeble shield against the lingering chill. You dress slowly, abandoning your usual routine for the simple comfort of bed, seeking to calm your mind. Eventually, you drift into sleep, the confusion in your heart, perhaps even greater than before.

*Slight Time Skip*

You finished up her class for the evening, your Textile Science class drained your mind. you run into Eren, Connie, Armin and Pieck in the courtyard chattin it up.

"Yo, Y/N!" Armin hollered, his grin wide as he motioned for her to come over. You gave a small nod, casually strolling over as they kept chattin'. It helped take your mind off things for a sec.

"So, y'all ready for tonight?" Armin asked, his eyes sparklin' with excitement. "Tonight?" you echoed, feeling a bit lost.

Armin leaned in closer, speakin' low like it was a secret. "The party, It's goin' down at my place. everybody's rolling through." You thought about if Ony was gonna be there since going Armin's parties was one of their go to things as a couple.

You shifted uncomfortably, tryna come up with an excuse to bail but before you could say anythin', Sasha and Mikasa slid through, bringin' a burst of energy to the scene. "Hey, y'all!" Sasha greeted; her smile infectious as she pulled you into a hug.

Mikasa gave a nod, her expression serious as she peeped Y/N with concern.

"Y/N, you gotta come through tonight," Pieck chimed in, her voice smooth and persuasive. "You never show up to the parties, and it's gonna be lit." Y/N hesitated, caught between the comfort of being alone and the fear of missing out on the squad's vibe.

Just then, Ony strolled past, casting a shadow over Y/N's mood. She felt a surge of anger bubbling up inside, memories of their messy situation flooding back.

Armin, clueless as ever, turned to Ony with a hopeful grin. "Yo, you coming tonight, Ony?"

Ony glanced at you for a sec before turning back to Armin, his face unreadable. But before he could answer, you spoke up with fire in your voice. "I ain't showing if he's gonna be there," you stated, pointing your finger at Ony with a fierce look.

The air got heavy; the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N's heart raced as she waited for Ony's response. But instead of coming back at you, Ony just nodded quietly, his eyes holding a hint of regret before he dipped out.

You caught the concerned glances of your friends. You knew your emotions were a bit confusing being torn between wanting to hear him out, missing him then not wanting to be around him. Even though almost much time had passed, her emotions still felt raw.

You looked around to your friend group who was gauging your reaction to seeing Ony. Each stare, felt like a trap a push to make a decision you weren't ready for.

"I can't do this," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you took a step back, your eyes darting between your friends and a mental escape route. Sasha's hand on your arm stopped you in your tracks, her grip firm yet gentle. "You can't run from this forever, Y/N, you're gonna have to address this or find the will to move on" she said softly, her eyes reflecting a depth of understanding. You stared at Sasha's face trying to gauge her facial expression and reaction "I know, Sash I know." you whispered hoarsely, your voice cracking with emotion. "But I'm not ready to face him, not yet. I don't know if I ever will be."

With that said you turned and left them there, briskly walking back to catch an uber back to your apartment.

----------------------------While you left-----------------------------------

Eren stared at Armin, scoffing with annoyance "Bro, how you gonna forget they ain't together no more? Ony straight up did her dirty with Annie."

Armin sighed and took a step back. "I know but they're both my friends and I want them both to be happy and come out more. guess I messed up by asking them out around each other. It's just that we hardly get to chill with both of them around, you know...it's tough."

Eren shook his head, his frustration evident in his furrowed brow. "I get that, Armin, but you gotta realize it's not just about them being happy. Ony really hurt Y/N, man. And seeing him around just brings back all that pain."

Armin's shoulders slumped in defeat, his expression reflecting the weight of his guilt. "I know, Eren, I know," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I just... I don't know how to fix this mess."

Sasha, who had been listening quietly, spoke up with a sympathetic tone. "Maybe there's no quick fix, Armin. Sometimes all we can do is give them space and time to heal, you know?"

Connie nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "Yeah, sometimes the best thing we can do is just be there for them when they're ready to talk or when they need us."

Armin sighed; his gaze heavy with regret. "You're right," he admitted, a sense of resignation settling over him. "I just hope they both find their way through this, somehow."

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[nelle-y]

Revived Flames pt. 1

Synopsis: You and Wriothesley had always been close with each other, but since he started working more hours in the fortress, it seems that connection is fading…

C/W: Wriothesley x gn!reader, slight angst (it aint there yet but it’s coming!), fiance!Wriothesley, literally one paragraph is suggestive, slightly proofread

Note: this was kinda hard to write, I couldn’t think of anything so this one’s a bit short

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Almost a year has passed since you’ve seen Wriothesley, now. It was unfair, being apart from the love of your life, the ache in your chest tearing you to shreds as days flew by.

There were times, however, when your heart would waltz into revived flames when he wrote to you—much like today, your birthday.

The greatest gift of all, just a sliver of him to embrace; you eagerly approached your mailbox. A white envelope hid inside, a postage stamp to your address at the back along with a drawing of the Fortress of Meropide decorating it. You opened the letter to read its contents, almost tripping your way inside your home.

“My dearest Y/N,

May the archons bring you the happiest of birthdays. Every morning I wake, I always find myself fondling for your warmth.”

Oh, fondling. You’re riled up from imagining it—his hands grasping the sheets as he urged closer to rapture—biting a swirk from your face.

He asks about the events you’ve come across, if you had any new friends and so on. He updates you on his life at the fortress, how Sigewinne has been getting along with the inmates, and how much he misses you.

“Though I may not be with you today, I will be in two weeks time. The Iudex has granted me a short vacation after celebrating the 25th anniversary of the Fortress of Meropide. So, prepare your finest clothes, my dear, for I will be taking you to the finest restaurant in town. I intend to make up for lost time, if you’ll allow me.”

Of course you’ll allow it! Your heart leaps with joy as a childish smile paints your cheeks. You press the letter against your chest and sigh.

The ink from your pen bleeds through the paper as you ponder your response. Should you even? The post office takes several days—maybe a week or two—to send a letter. He would already be with you by the time it reaches his office. You wouldn’t want to be impolite, though. Maybe you should write back; there’s nothing wrong with responding to your fiancé.

After all, you were always close with each other.

—

Two weeks have passed since your birthday. You have no idea if he’s even received your letter; the postal office was always understaffed, there were only so few mailmen to deliver thousands of packages.

You mentioned you would be waiting at the Fountain of Lucine the day of his arrival, so there was where you sat. You waited, and waited… and waited… and waited. Your dolled up hair was starting to lose its shape from the heat, sweat forming on your forehead from anticipation.

After a few minutes, your fiance finally made his way to your view. As you remembered: pools of blue shaded the same eyes, strands of grey highlighted the same dark hair. It’s Wriothesley! Him and his foxy smirk.

“Wriothesley!”

“Y/N!”

Your name sounds so fresh and new with his voice, especially after all this time. You reach for a hug, but he leans for a kiss. This leads to a struggle of whether to kiss or hug. After some ohs and uhms, you finally settle with a small embrace—his arms on your waist and yours around his neck. You let go after he kisses you on the cheek.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you smile.

There’s a silence you weren’t used to feeling with Wriothesley. Usually, silence would be comfortable, but this felt… off? Like you were brand new acquaintances. You desperately search for conversation, only to be interrupted by him, “Oh, happy belated birthday!” He hands you a trinket made of wires and mechanical parts. “Sigewinne made this for you.”

“Awh, it’s adorable! Tell her I said thank you.”

He nods, smiling at you. The silence takes over once again. What now? “Shall we head off?” He picks up his luggage.

“Where?” You look at him cluelessly.

“…I actually don’t know.”

“Maybe we could go home, and drop off your stuff?”

“Yes, of course.”

So you went home—the walk to the Navia Line was silent, fingers itching to intertwine. Again and again, your pinkies were nearly touching, and your shoulders were inches away from brushing. The desire was there, and you both yearned for this moment, so why weren’t you seizing it?

“How was the celebration at the fortress?” You ask, sat beside him on the aquabus, Elphane giving her tour for the other passengers.

“It was so-so. The only thing that changed was the food—Tasses Ragout, lasagna, macarons, and local sodas. Other than that, business was usual that day.”

“Ah,” should you express sympathy for the lack of celebration? Did Wriothesley even expect a fancy party? Was he sad about it? It’s difficult to read his face now, it’s gone more stoic than you remember. You say nothing after that, and he doesn’t ask any questions. Not a word was said the rest of the ride.

-to be continued-

Part 2 is hereee

[proud-owner-0f-americas-ass]

TELL ME WHYYYY

AINT NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE

[gracewolf43]

The song can't have it all by the crane wives for Liliana, but also for Gen.

Hear me out,

"you won't find me where you left me no, i'm long gone"

Imogen left Gelvaan, just like Liliana, if Liliana were to go back there is nothing there to go back to, I doubt Relvin is waiting for her, after so long. She left him alone.

"heart's don't wither hearts don't break, but mine is tired, mine still aches"

How long was it? 20 years of being gone? Imogen wishing for something different. The life shes led, the life her mother has led. Liliana being how she is, compared to everything happenin. It's just a right old complicated mess. aint gonna be fixed anytime soon.

"you can't have it all, you can't have it all, no"

I mean, this might be self explanatory, Liliana can't have what she wants. She can't go back to Gelvaan and have her little family waitin' it's been too long. The little town that whispers 'n gossips. Her family dies when she left, she's delusional to think it still exists. I get it though, she has left everything because she wanted it all. But you can't have it all, it just ain't possible. Other forces are at play.

Not sure if I explained this all right, it is all is just me being a wack 'bout it since I thought of it all the other day and couldn't stop. I just find so many connections, whether i make em up or not. I haven't been so caught up really, on a technicality I'm still very very behind. Honestly, I gotta whole list of songs that I've matched up with this all. Though, it's mainly 'bout Laud and Gen cause I do quite like them.

Welp, see ya :)

[kallmekathy]

boy bands ?

TELL ME WHY AINT NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE TELL ME WHY AINT NOTHING BUT A MISTAKE TELL MY WHY I NEVER WANNA HEAR YOU SAYYYY I WANT IT THAT WAY

I don't listen to many but I like backstreet boys and nsync ��

[herrscherrofyatta]

The Great Protector of People's Wishes

Chapter 4

Pairing: Tomo x F!reader

warnings: a hint of Kazuha x reader could be taken platonic or romantic, Ei/Shogan slander, future spoilers for Scaramouche lore, reader is described to have long hair like Ei, tomo aint dead, I changed a few things obviously cuz Tomo is alive..., slow burn, death, betrayal, one sided for a couple chapters, blood, angst, angst and more angst :)

Series Masterlist

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Kazuha looks down at the vision in his hand after getting it back from the treasure hunter, Paimon leans in to get a better look at it. Aether puts his sword away before noticing how quiet Kazuha is and looks at him.

Eyes lingering on the item before Paimon softly spoke, "that vision, what's the story behind it?" She asks.

"Did you know who it belonged to?"

Kazuha doesn't immediately answer, sighing, preparing to tell the tale.

"She was once a good..." He hesitates, trying to find the word to describe his relationship with the owner of the vision, "..friend..of mine."

"Never stop searching, even if only for a brief flash of light. If nothing else, we have the present moment." A hand brushes his hair softly, and a mirror was in front of his younger self, in the reflection in the mirror reflected himself and someone else, the owner of the gentle voice behind him,

"Do you understand, Kazuha?" She asks with a smile, one shown only to him.

"One day, an argument broke out, ending with us parting ways then the Vision Hunt Decree arrived, people's aspirations were stripped away as the Raiden Shogan began to construct her idea of eternity."

He sighs, eyes filled with sadness just thinking about it.

"Another one of my good friends, asked about the Musou No Hitotachi, which can only be witnessed when divine punishment is administered but he replied, 'there must be one who can withstand it. there will always be those who dare to brave the lightning's glow.'

At this point, I hadn't heard anything for her until one day, as I was fleeing from place to place, I heard that my friend had challenged the Vision Hunters to a duel before the throne."

Paimon places her hand on her heart, face painted in pity, "then.....what happened next." She sniffs and Kazuha gives her a sad smile.

"A solemn yet brutal challenge, the defeated faced divine punishment while the victors gained a second chance..... perhaps he thought he of all people should make a stand..."

He goes quiet again, Aether could tell that speaking of this must be hard for Kazuha, losing a friend is not something that can be easily handled.

"...I don't know what went through his mind, I can always go ask him but maybe he's still grieving."

From this information, Aether picked up that the one who challenged the Raiden Shogan is still alive so that meant—

"When I arrived at Tenshukaku the duel was over and in his place, there she was....given the divine punishment while he watched from the floor, horrified, he could barely make a sound." He remembers the face Tomo made that day, until he snapped out of it, screaming her name as he held the blonde back from running towards the scene.

Covering his face with his hand, he continues, his voice wavering, "in her final moments...what expression was on her face? Before I knew it, I caught the dying vision and we were both running from the scene. I knew she didn't want it to be buried beneath an ice, cold statue of a god."

Paimon sniffs, rubbing her eyes, wiping her face, "that's so sad. It must have been so hard for you and your friend."

Kazuha nods slightly, an empty smile plastered on his face, "yes, I've known her for years but we were closer than ever before that argument broke out, although I wish to change it, it simply cannot happen."

He sighs, looking up at the clouds, taking in the scenery, one she loved to look at the most.

"Losing her still aches...no matter how long it's been."

Attaching the vision underneath his own, he feels a sudden breeze, "now then, I think we should head back. Beidou must be waiting for us." The three go back the same way they came, opening up their gliders and flying through the wind currents in the air.

Kazuha was behind Aether who was carrying Paimon, he wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him as he began to remember his late father's words.

'You must keep it a secret, my son. The truth about Kosuke.'

'Kosuke? Was she the lady who was here a few days ago?'

'Yes, you must never reveal the truth she entrusted to the Kaedehara clan centuries ago, do you understand?'

'I understand, father.'

Finally landing on the beachy sand, they walk back to where the tournament was taking place, Aether letting Paimon go and they both go ahead, Kazuha landing last.

"I guess since that last guy was your opponent, who's the final one?" She asks, Aether shrugs his shoulders, "I dunno."

Kazuha replies, "oh, it's a friend of Beidou. I haven't personally met them so I'm not quite sure what kind of opponent they are."

The three walk back, Paimon and Aether bickering as Kazuha listens in, giving his own words here and there. It wasn't until Aether's face lit up that his eyes landed in the ring where the fights took place.

Kazuha sees this, looking over to where the blonde was looking, only to freeze in place. His eyes were wide as he let out a shaky breath, fingers trembling slightly.

He watches as the (h/c)-Indigo-haired woman turned around, arms crossed over her chest as her eyes land on Aether.

Giving him a small smile before she finally notices him standing behind Aether. The same stoic look on her face as she stares at him, the smile on her lips gone.

"...it's you."

He mutters, shock written all over his face.

'Miss Kosuke, you're really pretty.'

'...thank you, and please, call me (Y/n), we'll be seeing each other more often.'

"...(Y/n)?"

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

"Not much," he says, far too soft for his character as he turns to keep going, "Maybe another hour, no more than that."

Aww 🥲❤ he be growing a lil soft for our oc though i can't forget the hell he put her through 😶🫣

"When your eyes lift to his, he feels a weird pull in his chest. What the fuck? "

WOAH ..i aint dreaming huh 😳 His COLD FREAKING heart skipped a BEAT !😩❤️‍🩹AT least it soothes the ache i feel everytime he tortures oc ...

"You expect him to let go and tell you to keep walking, so you're taken by complete surprise when he starts walking while holding your hand tightly."

AH FINALLY SOME Physical interaction 😚 felt that oc deserved some atleast for the hell lot of pain she endured ..🥹💗 i love oc so much ...

"Another few tears slip out as you carefully pull your cardigan off, a pained gasp leaving you as the white feathery wings that have been tucked up for as long as you've been here finally unfurl and rest against the ground." 

I CANT SAY I PREDICTED SOMETHING LIKE THIS !But i did got suspicious when i saw oc pulling her cardigan close every freaking sec i knew something was up with her BUT NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED ME FOR THIS !!🫡❤LOVE IT looking forward to the upcoming chapters 🤗

First of all, thank you for being so patient as I waited to answer these asks that contain spoilers 💕

So many feelings in one chapter hahaha so much happening! Y'all are troopers for sticking through it 😂

I'm glad that you love oc 🥺 she deserves all the love ❤ Mr jk on the other hand, he a lil bitch lolol 💀

Yessss, I'm so glad you're enjoying it!!! Can't wait to keep reading y'alls asks as we go!!!!

ILY 💛

-chip

[catboyleftist]

cardiologist backstreet boys: aint nothing but a heart ache

medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar

[venstm]

"You keep looking and I'm going to start thinking you're getting worried about me." His words are interspersed with tiny glacial shards as blue hues shift to glance towards his brother.

Natsuo hunches over the tabletop ignoring the ache in his sides and the red veil that dances across his vision as he organises the cocktail of medication he has measured meticulously to counteract the side effects of the Trigger in his system. Enhancing his pathetic quirk was going always going to come at a steep cost, and he understands that, content to deal with this twisted agony in favour of being able to be within range of what is left of Touya.

He does not know which of them has danced further away from their sense of self, he who burns in hellfire, scorching his flesh without abandon and kept alive by his resentment, or he who willing jumped from the ledge of what little normalcy he had to finally give into that acidic resentment that burnt in his chest, frosting over his regard for the world to finally be selfish.

"Sit down and stop your hovering. I'll be good to go in ten, have some patience."

 Dabi  had  long  ago  decided  to  efface  what  remained  of  his  past  life,  incandescent  cinders  of  a  devastated  forest  left  blackened.  The  vestiges  of  a  child’s  hope  crushed  when  he  had  returned,  witnessed  his  own  burial,  how  he  had  been  forgotten.  It  had  mutilated  his  heart,  perforated  by  a  father  who  cast  aside  his  worthless  children,  who  turned  his  back  on  touya  and  left  him  an  incensed  inferno,  negligence  which  bred  rampant  hatred.  He  had  seen  it  in  his  brother’s  ire,  the  flawed  ice  at  his  disposal  nothing  compared  to  their  prized  brother,  shoto,  the  one  their  father  had  always  wanted.  He  had  dismissed  him  at  first,  calling  him  an  idiot  for  seeking  him  out  in  the  first  place.  The  person  he  desperately  reached  out  to  was  long  dead,  he  should  check  the  vacant  hole  in  the  ground  their  family  mourned.  Natsuo  had  always  been  stubborn,  held  a  grudge  the  same  way  dabi  did,  yet  he  had  not  been  guided  to  the  place  he  was  now,  wielding  enough  ire  to  devastate  their  father’s  precious  reputation.  number  one  hero  ?  what  a  farce,  a  piece  of  shit  like  that  deserved  no  such  acclaim,  if  anyone  should  be  six  feet  under  it  was  him.  Like  an  apparition  he  haunts  the  threshold  of  Natsuo’s  room,  an  arm  resting  nonchalantly  against  the  frame,  verglas  blue  gaze  boring  into  his  hunched  silhouette.  It  hurt,  it  was  evident  in  the  way  his  chest  heaved  with  the  exertion  and  the  perspiration  that  trickled  between  his  brow  before  freezing.  The  further  he  augmented  his  quirk  the  less  his  body  would  be  able  to  handle  the  repercussions,  as  someone  whose  skin  was  peeling  back  revealing  ugly,  sanguine  tissue  he  knew  that  all  too  well.  He  scoffed  at  that  comment,  rolling  his  eyes  as  he  finally  stepped  in.  ❝  you’ve  made  yourself  indispensable  shouldn’t  ya  be  pleased  or  somethin  ?  ❞  he  shrugs  loosely,  unceremoniously  sinking  into  the  seat  across  from  him,  assessing  the  concoction  of  pills  spread  out  before  him. 

❝  the  boss  aint  a  patient  guy,  if  y’cant  keep  up  we’re  gonna  have  an  issue.❞  there’s  a  twisted  satisfaction  in  it,  exacerbating  that  simmering  rancor  in  his  brother  until  it  separated  him  from  the  rest  of  them,  the  stretching  cavern  dark  and  inviting.  It  was  undeniable  together  the  two  of  them  were  far  more  imposing  than  apart  and  the  trigger  was  effective,  the  cool,  unrelenting  ice  of  natsuo’s  a  salve  to  the  ruinous  fire  that  ravaged  his  incompatible  body.  He  kicks  his  combat  boots  up  onto  the  table,  disturbing  the  sedulous  work  natsuo  had  put  into  organizing  them.  ❝  i  can  do  five  then  im  leavin’  with  or  without  you. ❞  his  narrowed  eyes  bore  into  his  brother,  his  head  lolling  to  the  side  and  his  mouth  fixed  in  a  scowl.  ❝  y’can  tell  your  dear  older  brother  if  it’s  too  much  natsuo.  you  droppin’  dead  in  the  middle  of  an  assignment  would  be  way  more  inconvenient  than  leavin’  your  ass  here.  ❞

[swagging-back-to]

ok tell m why (aint nothing but a heart ache)

but no seriously tell me why thinking of dipping a tostada into salsa rojo is disgusting but not tortilla chips???

[alchemicalwerewolf]

AINT NOTHING BUT A HEART ACHE

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[whatsnothappening]

I was asked to be his valentine today

As ive said before, i am married. I love this man with all of my heart. We are very newly married but i feel like i have been married to him for years. Now we are just legal. (said that already i know lol) But today he asked me to be his valentine. Something so simple, and it gave me butterflies. I had been joking with him the past couple of days about him asking me, it was an honest joke. I had been seeing on tik tok, facebook etc. of all these girls saying that if their husbands dont ask them to be their valentine then they're not even married lol. But he made sure to ask me, to me i feel that is so sweet. Even with something so simple he made sure to make it happen for me. He knows i dont really care for these hallmark holidays. They're just created and made a big deal for money. We can make any day of the year our valentines day. Valentines day is just the one day of the year where couples are pressured into buying the other something when they need nothing, flowers are brought home to die, disgusting valentines day chocolates are bought to be thrown away and its a day for people who are lonely and single to wonder why they dont have a special someone. (you dont need one, girl/boy live you're life and love your self.. valentines day aint shit.)  I cant stand it. But now i sit here, a hypocrite because i am excited that i was asked to be his valentine. Something that he probably thought i was kidding but wasn't sure and wanted to make sure he was doing right by me and asked me. I find it extremely sweet and it just makes me fall in love with him even more. I am currently in the mindset where i am just at a understanding that not every relationship is perfect and never will be. Everyone will have their ups and downs. I just hate our current negative. This is so uncomfortable to say, but i need his physical touch. I need the warmth of his hands on me. I need him. We havent been able to be intimate in so long because he blames it on his testosterone. Which could be true... but, there is a very big back story to this (i am already preparing myself for the rambling im about to do to try and explain this story) that leads me to believe that it isn't entirely the testosterone. Now, he has been told by doctors that it could be the fact that he is over weight. but we both are.... So why is it that i can beg for him and he never is in the mood. So let me go back a few years. Even before we even got engaged. We have been dealing with this for a long long while. Before our relationship lacked lust we were constantly in each others pants. There was a time together that we weren't at least feeling each other up. I could not keep my hands off of him and he couldn't me. Until all of a sudden it stopped. i mean it just stopped. It wasn't like how you see in movies or dramatic shows where you see random pans of the guy making a move and the girl pretends she's tired/ has her period/ has a head ache. Or where the husband just explains he cant because hes too tired but secretly he has had someone on the side and he literally is drained out. (which i hate that they always play that way, because that could go either way... girls are players too.... aside from the period part.. men cant fake that lol) Now, i am not in any means accusing him of cheating. we have been dealing with this issue for years. i would not have married a man i suspect of cheating. Believe me or not, im sure i sound like every other girl... but the man would never. i know he is in it for the long haul. I think the problem is me. and it isn't that i dont want him. i fucking want him, everyday like i have every day since ive met him. i am absolutely infatuated with the man. but i am not what i was when he first met me. I was thin, i was in shape. I was flexible. now my face is unrecognizable, my body is bigger than it ever was before. i am not desirable anymore. i am not what he finds attractive today. he tells me im beautiful every time i cry to him on why he wont touch me or make love to me anymore. and he tells me how sorry he is. he tells me he will go to the doctor. he promises me that he still loves me and wants me everyday but his body wont let him. he says he tries to get himself in the mood because his mind wants it but his body wont...get up and go. So, if his doctors has told him that considering he is over weight.. and that he has never been able to grow facial hair or whatever else they've told him i would say okay, yes this hurts but it is his testosterone. it has to be. Well my issue is... when his body does work is when we are with other people... we are open. i trust him. i know that even if he is with another women he will come back with me. now we never go off on our own with other people. we just like group activities. at first i wasn't about it because i had never tried anything like that before. i had always thought about it. but i always thought my first time would be with friends or randoms from a bar or whatever. not with the man im going to marry, but i honestly am happy that it went this way because we have been safe about it and he keeps me feeling comfortable and confident during everything. if i still was in shape i dont think i would have much issues with confidence, but with the body i have now...im not used to her. i dont want to be, im trying to get back to being comfortable and healthy but thats a whole other story. so back to when we first started talking about it, i enjoyed talking about it. a lot. it was so fucking hot. it was like we were back to the beginning everything was so fucking fresh and exciting. i loved talking about it. then it fucking lit his flame again. i was full again. i had no issues. everything was perfect again, until i realized that every time we were making love the main topic was having a threesome or having an orgy. He would start everything off with that. He would bring up a scenario and pick my brain about it and then start telling me how sexy he thinks it would be to watch me doing whatever we were talking about with another girl.... i started to freak out, i was panicking. Sex with him started to become empty, i was just going through the motions for a while. until i broke. i told him that we needed to break up because i couldn't offer him what he truly wanted and that i would never make him happy. he was extremely quick to shut that down. he said that a threesome or anything like that meant nothing to him if it meant losing me and that he never wanted to talk about it again. the first time that happened i think we had sex just a few times after that and then we were back to nothing. going to bed sometimes giving a peck and saying goodnight. i dont remember how it was brought up again but it was and i told him i needed time to think about it, we talked about it and went through the motions again and i chickened out. because it felt like the first time. we went back and forth with this for a while. well i think i started to tell myself that i was being ridiculous and that i needed to get out of my head and realize that we both are kinky and we just like sex and obviously something so new would get anyone excited. so i agreed to it. the first time was absolutely horrible. the people that we did it with where absolutely fucking psychotic. needless to say we no longer talk to them. they tried making it seem like we were in a relationship. the next couple of times where amazing. well we stopped doing them because well... life happened and we just had to buckle down and we were trying to plan our wedding. oh yea btw somewhere in this time frame we got engaged. well, i have noticed that ever since we stopped with the group shit we are back to this roommate shit. i mean thats how i feel. i just have a roommate that i now share a bank account with? i mean... am i an idiot for marrying a guy that doesn't want me? i kept saying its a coincidence that his dick just works only when we are talking about sex and having group sex but if he doesn't want me then why would he marry me? why would he even ask me? because we were having these issues before he even proposed.. So what is all of this for. its not a fucking coincidence. im sorry, but it isn't. he no longer is attracted to me. i dont know if he just doesn't realize it or if he is afraid to admit it. but i know thats what it is. i just dont know how to fix it. because the thing is... i am back in the gym i am trying to watch my portion control and just make smarter and healthier choices but it is so annoying because i want to make sure i am doing this for myself and not so he will fuck me.... i want to be happy, i want to be healthy, i want to feel good. i am not going to the gym just so i can get some fucking dick from my husband. i mean god damnitl... who knows if i will even get dick if i lose all this weight (wait not if WHEN i lose all this fuckin weight) because when i do i am probably going to have saggy deflated tits and loose skin everywhere... hed probably prefer me fat. god, imagine if i was going through this after having a child with him. would this make me resent my child? i mean this shit genuinely scares me. it makes your head go through dark shit. do i just confront him and tell him that he needs to really think about it and own up to the shit? or am i just putting thoughts into his head? I literally have no clue... i think my issue with thinking this way is that we have been dealing with this for so fucking long and he has promised to go to the doctor for it but he has yet to do it. and im tired of hearing fucking excuses... it has been years that we have been dealing with this. enough is enough. i guess i can tell him and be honest and explain to him what has been going through my head and tell him that if he doesn't buck up and go to the doctor and i dont see some fucking results then that proves me right. because if it genuinely was his body and he is as broken as he says he is then why the fuck hasn't he taken care of it yet. i mean jesus christ.... anytime he does joke around and get the tiniest bit touchy i am uncomfortable and literally have to tell him to stop because its not normal to me. i havent had his normally constant handsy shit so now im just.... not used to it. what? am i supposed to just be ready to spread my legs when ever hes horny? and thats another thing... he told me “you have to keep in mind, if i ever get touchy dont think that means i automatically want to have sex. im just messing around” WELL, we havent fucked in god knows how long so my bad for hoping that you man handling my tits OUT OF FUCKING NO WHERE makes me hope and prey that i might feel physically connected to you finally.... i hate this... i just want to get back to normal. we have other negatives too... those are soo fucking minor, like the most microscopic little disagreements.... why cant those be our big issues. i feel like i am just married to a friend. not a lover, not a husband. what did i do wrong? he gained weight too! its not just me... i still love him and want him with every inch hes gained. i still think he just as handsome if anything more handsome than ever because we watched each other mature and find our selves over the years. why is it like this? i think i need to just talk to him. he needs to understand that this shit needs to stop and change before this shit goes south. im sorry but i cant handle this for much longer. having sex with him isnt just sex. i feel connected... i feel safe... i feel loved. i miss that so much...