#(and run them as they’re Sung)

[katistrophe]

That feeling when you get a plotbunny for a fandom where you don’t even go, IN A CONLANG, and you don’t have anyone who knows it so it’s just pingponging around in your brain

[quibbs126]

In the future, I want there to be like, a Cookie Run holiday story that’s their retelling of A Christmas Carol, but it’s something like what MLP did with their telling of A Christmas Carol, where all the characters (except maybe the main one and other notable characters so that they can release new Cookies) are actually played by other characters in the series. Specifically I want the Ancient Cookies as the Christmas ghosts

You could have Pure Vanilla as the Ghost of Christmas Past, Hollyberry as Christmas Present, and Dark Cacao as Christmas Future

Not sure what you’d do with Golden Cheese and White Lily though. Maybe you could pair them up with others, like White Lily with Pure Vanilla (given their shared past is a big plot point) and Golden Cheese with Hollyberry (because I dunno I feel like it’s the only one she would fit). Or I suppose you could make one Scrooge and the other his old ghost friend?

I also don’t know what the explanation for this would be. You could do what MLP did and just have it be because it’s a story being told, where all the characters in the story are technically their own characters, but they’re being represented by pre-existing ones? Or possibly the ghosts have forms that would be incomprehensible to normal Cookies, so they took on the forms of the Ancients so that our Scrooge stand-in could see them? Not sure why they’d choose them, maybe the protagonist has a fascination with the legendary heroes. Or it’s a play they’re putting on and these are the actual Ancients playing their parts (a la the first MLP Christmas story they had)? Though I’m not sure you’d get Dark Cacao to agree to be part of a play; the other two sure, but not him. Though maybe he would

I dunno, mainly I just want to see Dark Cacao as the Ghost of Christmas Future

[rumisgf]

❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION (PART 2!)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: y’all wanted a part two i shall give a part two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: katsuki bakugou, hitoshi shinsou, shoto todoroki, denki kaminari, iida tenya, kirishima eijirou

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: black!reader obv, cursing, mentions of drug usage/marijuana, suggestive if u squint, fem reader implied, mentioning of babies/children

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

✮ wipes your tears sort of aggressively but only because he’s so urgent to comfort you and take care of you

✮ always hugs you by your lower waist

✮ when you go to the gym together, he’s the type to always say “c’mon, you can do one more.” or “do three more”

✮ ruffles your hair/flicks your forehead in a teasing way

✮ “act right.”/“watch out.”

✮ doesn’t remind you to drink water— he simply justs brings water bottles up to your mouth and tells you to “open up”

✮ if you have any, he cares for your pets like they’re his own

✮ just something about the sight of him holding a baby

✮ bites you just because he can

✮ pulls you into his lap whenever he’s tired of your attitude

✮ gets super close to your face like he’s gonna kiss you but pulls away just to mess with you

✮ “that’s my girl” in the most proud voice ever every single time

TODOROKI SHOTO

✮ any time he does get high he’s all over you and staring at you with half lidded eyes

✮ it’s just something about the way he curses man.

✮ loves falling asleep on the phone with you and takes facetime photos of you sleeping because he thinks you look like an angel

✮ runs his thumb over your hand whenever you hold hands

✮ loves giving earlobe kisses

✮ will casually be like “when we have kids,”

✮ sends voice memos ranging from something funny that happened in class to how much he misses you and needs to see you

✮ kisses your lip gloss off every chance he gets right after complimenting how nice your lip combo looks

✮ sends you pictures of yourself and says “you look so pretty in this”

✮ him whispering in your ear.

✮ has your contact as the only one pinned in his messages

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

✮ pats away your tears with his finger instead of wiping them (those who watch love island usa and are kordell + serena fans know what i’m talking about)

✮ places his hand on the small of your waist to guide your somewhere or move you out the way

✮ constant forehead kisses

✮ lifts you up and spins you around when he’s excited to hug you

✮ guides you into the right form when you workout together

✮ runs his hands down your waist and hips when he’s checking you out while you’re right in front of him

✮ him around kids. that’s all.

✮ gives you flowers pretty much every week— and one time he gave you a money bouquet for your birthday

✮ flexes for you when he feels you staring at him and pretends he’s not doing it on purpose

✮ throws his arm around you and presses you flush against his chest when you go to sit on the couch next to him

✮ refers to you as his “wife” to his friends

KAMINARI DENKI

✮ you could have been rotting in bed all day and when he facetimes you he always greets you with something along the lines of “hello my beautiful princess” with a lovesick tone of voice

✮ calls you “mama” and “ma”

✮ obsessed with skinship because he aches to be able to “crawl inside your skin” and just needs to be close to you

✮ blows kisses at you from across the room

✮ for comfort, he runs his fingers through your hair and rocks you back and forth while hugging you

✮ his morning voice :)))

✮ lets you bite him and encourages it

✮ gets very touchy when you’re on his lap

✮ the king of “i know you’re probably asleep, but” texts

✮ goes on rants about how gentle and how well he would care for you when you’re one day pregnant with his children

✮ always calling you his “pretty baby”/“pretty girl”

✮ always posts pretty candid pictures of you and makes heartfelt story posts for every birthday, anniversary, and valentine’s day

HITOSHI SHINSOU

✮ has read for you + sung you to sleep on multiple occasions

✮ grabs you by your chin to force eye contact

✮ “say please”

✮ checks you every time you have an attitude with a smirk on his face

✮ has a habit of biting his lip

✮ says “there you go, babe” way too much.

✮ glares at anyone who flirts with you while tightly wrapping an arm around your waist

✮ has made multiple shared playlists for the both of you

✮ says he’s “gatekeeping” you because you’re just too pretty and he has to keep you to himself

✮ plays with your fingers when he’s bored or nervous

✮ buries his face into your neck to bask in your scent when he hugs you

✮ randomly stares at your for a full five minutes when you’re talking, barely listening to a word you’re saying, then lovingly sighs “i love you so much…”

IIDA TENYA

✮ always opens every door for you

✮ holds your hands while walking across the street or through the hallways

✮ very protective over you and will respectfully cuss anybody out who disrespects you

✮ pretty much has replaced your name is his vocabulary with “honey” and “sweetheart”

✮ never calls you hot— he always calls you beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, or stunning

✮ grabs you by your sleeve or your belt loop to take you somewhere if you don’t hear him call your name the third time

✮ the thought of ever calling you his “bitch” disgusts him, he calls you his lady or his love instead

✮ will immediately grab the nearest box of tissues to wipe your tears or your nose whenever you’re crying

✮ kisses your cheek to greet you and say goodbye

✮ has deep conversations about your future together when you get to that point in the relationship, and is open about how much his heart swells at imagining you as a mother

✮ kisses your forehead when he notices you asleep on his chest

© rumisgf

[naomiarai]

↳ 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 — [𝙿. 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚗]

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➤ you persuade your boyfriend, telling him you could take more.

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➤ PAIRING — sunghoon × fem!reader

➤ GENRE — smut, pwp

➤ WARNINGS — dom! sunghoon, sub! reader, pet names (baby, pretty, angel), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, dacrphyllia, ass slapping (like once), kissing, overstimulation.

➤ WC — 0.6k

➤ AUTHOR — reblogs and feedback appreciated!

➤ [ enha masterlist ] [ taglist ]

“Come on baby, just one more” Sunghoon coaxes you, stern grip on your ass. You can’t even recall how many times you’ve came; orgasm washing upon you so fast and immediately pushed to run the next one.

You’ve heard him repeat the same words over and over to you, promising you it’ll be the last one, but the way his fingers pump out of your wet and overly messy cunt from behind says otherwise. Burying your head into the sheets, your hips jerk up shakily, ass jiggling as you feel his fingers never leave your pussy, only sliding out to push your cum back in.

”Sung— please! nngh, can’t take no m..more” you beg, voice muffled into the sheets. It’s all hazy for you, you feel like you’re floating; eyes rolling back so often you lose control over your senses. But you promised him you could take more. You were always sensitive, ending up tired at just one orgasm, so your ever so sweet boyfriend never went over your low limit.

He was gentle with you each time you had sex, fucking into you slowly till you came just once. You’d pestered him, telling him so pleadingly that you could it more than just once, and to just let you have a chance.

“You sure, pretty? Think you can so it more than just once?” he questions you, hands rubbing the sides of your hips soothingly.

“I swear I can! I’ll do it as many times as you want” you reassure him with a confident voice.

And now, here you were, with your ass covered in lots of sticky white and tears streaming down your face, trapped in the bed sheets. Sunghoon’s eyes are completely focused on how your cunt engulfes his fingers covering them in pretty mess. He chuckles at the little sniffles you make as he gradually slows down, giving you a chance to regain your composure.

“You can do it, pretty c’mon” he says, leaning over behind you to kiss your cheek. He’s back to his original pace, wet squelching noises fogging up your mind again, placing you in pure bliss again. You whimper as you lift your head from the sheets, mounting yourself on your elbows as your mouth hands open, eyes dazed and rolling back once again. Sunghoon spreads one of your cheeks with his other hands, watching cum drip out of your swollen folds till he’s spreading it all over again.

His fingers are deep, so so deep, it’s having your thighs shake uncontrollably. He only slaps your ass lightly to make you stay still, because he’s fixed on your little promise, because they’re your words, not his.

You’re almost there, he can sense it, the way you tighten around his three fingers deep inside you. You chatter and shout; his fingers moving quicker and quicker inside you, your walls craving release. “fuckfuck, gonna c-cum, please” you cry out loudly as you squirt all over his fingers. It all rushes past you in an instant, your eyes wide and red from tears, the lower part of your body a sticky, wet disaster as you collapse back onto the sheets.

Sunghoon thinks he hasn't witnessed anything more beautiful, you fucking squirted. He looks after you, embracing your exhausted body as he plants a kiss on your cheek.

“You just squirted, baby,”he exclaims playfully, poking your cheek. You grin at him, surprised by your own abilities.

"I never thought I could do that," you mumble sleepily, nuzzling into his shoulder.

He simply looks at you with desperation for moment, “Well, you did angel,” he says as you turn to look back at him, anticipation in your eyes.

“Think you can let me do it again?”

[plutonianeris]

sun in the composite chart

Sun in Aries

Imagine a couple who are always on the go, charging headfirst into life like two warriors with matching armor. They’re the ones spontaneously booking a last-minute trip to climb a mountain or start a business together—nothing is too big or bold for them. Their passion is fiery, their arguments explosive, but they always make up just as quickly with laughter and an “I’ve got your back.” Friends see them as unstoppable, as if their energy alone could power an entire city. Their love feels like a blazing comet streaking through the sky, leaving everyone breathless in its wake.

Sun in Taurus

This couple’s love feels like a warm afternoon picnic under a big oak tree, the kind where you can hear the leaves rustling softly in the breeze. They’re the couple who know the best wine for any occasion, who curate a home filled with plush comfort and delicious scents of home-cooked meals. They cherish the pleasures of life together—luxurious bubble baths, weekend brunches, and cuddling under a cozy blanket with a movie. Others admire how their love feels unshakeable, like no storm could topple the solid foundation they’ve built. Their connection grows slow and steady, like a garden that’s been lovingly tended to for years.

Sun in Gemini

Imagine two people who could talk for hours and never tire. They are the couple who text each other memes all day, finish each other’s sentences, and keep the vibe playful and curious. They might be the ones throwing spontaneous trivia nights or diving into heated debates about obscure topics, only to end in giggles. Wherever they go, they’re surrounded by a buzz of excitement—others notice the constant sparkle in their eyes and the laughter that follows them. Their love is a kaleidoscope of ideas and adventures, always shifting and changing, but never dull.

Sun in Cancer

This couple feels like home, the kind where you kick off your shoes, curl up with a blanket, and just be yourself. They have a deeply nurturing bond, the kind of relationship where a single look communicates volumes. They’re the ones who know each other’s favorite comfort food and who always have a shoulder to lean on. Their love is the warm glow of candlelight at the dinner table, the shared warmth of a fireplace on a cold night. Friends envy the emotional cocoon they’ve created for themselves, a space so safe and welcoming it seems almost magical. Their love is a soft lullaby, sung quietly but heard deeply.

Sun in Leo

Picture a couple who enters a room like royalty. Heads turn, but it’s not just their stylish clothes or confident walk—it’s the light they exude when they’re together. They’re the ones throwing the most epic parties or stealing the spotlight at any event without even trying. But underneath the glamour, their connection is pure joy and creativity. They love grand gestures—think surprise serenades, impromptu weekend getaways, or turning mundane moments into something magical. Their love is a radiant firework display, impossible to ignore and even more impossible to forget.

Sun in Virgo

This couple may seem quiet and reserved, but their relationship is a finely tuned masterpiece of care and dedication. They’re the ones who remember the little things—like exactly how you take your coffee or when you need an extra hug on a tough day. They may not shout their love from the rooftops, but they show it in practical, thoughtful ways—fixing things, organizing life together, or simply being a calm, steady presence. Others might notice their shared routines, the way they seamlessly cooperate to keep life running smoothly. Their love is like a well-tended garden—neat, organized, and full of carefully cultivated beauty.

Sun in Libra

This couple dances through life together, always in perfect harmony. They’re the ones who finish each other’s sentences with a graceful laugh and always seem to have a beautiful balance in their relationship. They might be seen strolling hand-in-hand through art galleries, hosting elegantly arranged dinner parties, or even just chatting over coffee with a rare kind of peace and serenity. Their love feels like a symphony, composed of equal parts passion, understanding, and respect. Friends see them as the picture-perfect couple, always in sync, always fair, always striving to keep the beauty in their world alive.

Sun in Scorpio

Imagine a couple with a connection so deep, it’s almost impossible to put into words. They’re like two magnets, always drawn to each other, even through the toughest times. There’s an intensity in their eyes that says they understand each other in a way no one else can. They’re the couple that shares deep, whispered conversations late into the night, exploring the mysteries of life together. Their love is transformative, sometimes stormy, but always passionate. Others might sense the power in their bond, even if they keep it private. Their relationship is like the ocean—unpredictable, powerful, and full of hidden depths.

Sun in Sagittarius

This couple feels like two adventurers on an endless quest. Whether they’re exploring a new country, taking a spontaneous road trip, or learning a new philosophy, they’re always in search of something bigger. They’re the ones laughing together in airports, planning their next big adventure, or having deep, philosophical conversations under the stars. Their love is boundless, full of optimism and the thrill of discovery. Friends know them as the couple who’s always planning something new, something exciting. Their love is like a wide-open horizon, full of possibility and endless joy.

Sun in Capricorn

This is the couple who gets things done. They’re the ones quietly building an empire together, whether it’s in business, family, or personal goals. Their love is practical, grounded in mutual respect and shared ambition. They might be seen strategizing their next big move over dinner, or quietly supporting each other through thick and thin. Friends admire their discipline and the way they seem to have everything under control. Their love is a towering structure of success—strong, unshakable, and built to last.

Sun in Aquarius

Picture a couple who is just a little bit different, in the best possible way. They’re the ones starting a new cause, discussing the latest in technology, or dreaming about how they can change the world together. Their love is unconventional, but that’s what makes it exciting. They might be seen as quirky or eccentric, always coming up with unique ideas or projects. Their relationship is full of intellectual connection and shared ideals. Their love is like a bright, unexpected spark in a dark room, full of surprises and visionary thinking.

Sun in Pisces

This couple is like a romantic dream, living in their own world. Their love feels soft, mystical, and deeply spiritual. They’re the ones lost in a daydream together, finding magic in the simplest moments—whether it’s stargazing on a quiet night or getting lost in each other’s eyes. They’re incredibly attuned to each other’s needs, often finishing each other’s emotional sentences without speaking a word. Friends see them as the dreamy, poetic pair, always creating a sense of wonder around them. Their love is like a delicate, flowing river—gentle, serene, and full of emotional depth.

[seungfl0wer]

*Seungmin Calling You Clingy*

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst

Warning: Not Proof Read, Idk if there’s any real warnings for this if you think so please message me🩵

This is part of a series find the others here:

Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

-🩵

Sitting in the living room getting ready for a movie seungmin came and plopped right down beside you. As you watched the movie you couldn’t help but get annoyed by the person in it. “Why’s this person so up there boyfriends ass?” You said shaking your head “she’s just being clingy no wonder why he’s getting upset with them.”

Seungmin laughed a bit “you know you’re like that sometimes” he teased not meaning anything bad by it however it hurt hearing. “Are.. you saying I’m clingy?” You said looking back at him. “Yeah you are sometimes.” He shrugged. He didn’t seem to see why it might hurt you which was even worse. Seungmin was always blunt with his words but this time his words really dug deep into you. “Do you really think I’m clingy?” You said your voice a bit shaky. “Well yeah I mean you can be clingy sometimes maybe not like that person but definitely can be.”

He saw how you looked upset and continued with “it’s not a bad thing just sometimes you can be a bit much.” Those words hurt even more. ‘Do I really bother him a lot? What if I’m being too clingy and push him away?’ Your head was running about a mile a minute. All you could do is just nod and go “oh” softly. Laying back just zoning off as you watched the movie.

After a few minutes sung kept his eyes on you looking over once in a while “you ok?” He said pulling you a bit to him. You nod “mhm.” He sat there studying your face “I’m sorry if I upset you with what I said you know I don’t lie to you.” He said his voice soft. “It’s fine” you said looking over at him giving him a fake smile. He sighed a bit “well if you wanna talk I’m here ok?” He said kissing your temple.

After that night you started to distance yourself a bit, every little move you made you second guessed yourself. His words just circling in your head. It felt like you were being beaten up by your own brain. You sat in your room crying feeling like you weren’t good enough anymore. Your messages had become short with Min making him feel bad as well, he knew you were upset but didn’t know how to help. He was afraid of pushing you away even more or saying something worse.

Seungmin had went to talk to Chan, to get advice about what exactly to do. “You said what to them?” His voice almost a yell. Sung lowered his head “I didn’t think it would hurt them like this though.” Sung said shaking his head. “Seungmin, they’re giving you what you want. They think they’re being clingy so they’re giving you space” he sighed “you know how much they’re probably hurting right now?” He said shaking his head at him. “You need to fix this before it ends your relationship.”

Seungmins head shot up “you think they’d leave me because of this?” He cried out. Chan shrugged “I don’t know man but I do know you need to go make this right.” He said patting his back. Seungmin nodded getting up, almost running out the door. He drove fast running a stop sign to get to your place.

You were lying in bed curled up in a ball, blankets covered you as you sobbed hard into your pillow. Everything just hurt it hurt so bad you felt like you were gonna throw up. Seungmin didn’t know he got his key and just ran in. He searched the house for you looking around, until he heard you crying. Opening up the door to your room his heart sunk.

It completely shattered at the sight of you. “Y/n” his said his voice low as he walked towards you. You didn’t move at all, as you felt him sit in the bed. You buried your head into the pillow as seungmin rubbed your back. You didn’t wanna look at him you felt like a wreck, I mean you were a wreck. You felt the bed move Sung making his way to your bathroom, you could hear water running as he moved around.

A few minutes later he patted your back softly “hey come here” he said softly helping you up. He wiped your face with a nice cool cloth before leading you to the bathroom. He kissed your forehead softly as he took your clothes off leading you into the bathtub he had filled for you. He took the shower nozzle wetting your before he started to wash it. He softly hummed one of your favorite songs as he washed your hair.

You felt your body finally relax the feeling of the warm water on you. His hands running through your hair massaging your scalp as he ran his hands down your back a bit massaging your shoulders as well. “Do you want to talk right now or do you wanna wait till we get back in bed?” He said softly as he rubbed your shoulders. “Bed” you said your voice raspy from crying so much. He hummed at your answer rinsing your hair before kissing your head again. “You stay here and relax a bit ok?” He said before leaving walking back into your room.

He grabbed some clothes out for you before he took your sheets off your bed. He wanted to clean everything and make everything fresh for you. He changed the sheets, your pillow cases and your blanket out. As he made your bed he also grabbed a glass of cold water and a cup of warm tea for you and sat it beside your bed. He also grabbed a few snacks to sit with the drinks he had grabbed. Placing your favorite stuffie on your pillow he heard you getting out. He placed your clothes on the sink for you and sat at the edge of your bed.

You walked out feeling a lot better than he had been, you smiled a bit seeing all the things he had done for you. Seeing you he stood up motioning you to come to your side of the bed. You nodded laying down in your spot chugging some of the water he had sat for you. Your curled back up in bed feeling Seungs arms slink around you, you both laid in silence for a few minutes before Seungs started to talk.

“I’m sorry your boyfriend is dumb and can’t stop saying jerky things.” He breathed out squeezing you tightly. “You don’t deserve the words I said, but I really didn’t mean it in a harmful way.” He continued trying to find the right words to say “I enjoy how clingy you are, I love that you want to be around me all the time, that you wanna talk to me about everything. I didn’t want you to stop.. I never want you to stop..” his voice trailed off hearing him sniffle a bit “I want you to always cling to me it makes me feel so loved by you like you cherish every moment with me.” He said his voice cracking.

You started to cry a bit burring his face into your back “I can’t believe I hurt you though, I’m sorry it took me so long to come to you I thought you needed space. I thought-“ he stopped you could feel his hands start shaking “I thought my words made you hate me and you’d just end up breaking up with me when you’d see me next.” He cried harder into your back. He’s never really cried infront of you especially not like this. You turned your body to face him wiping his tears away “Min” you said softly kissing him.

“I could never do that, I just- I wanted to give you space and not be clingy. I didn’t wanna cling to you and end up pushing you away. I’m sorry.” You said running your hand through his hair. “No im sorry im the one that said the stupid stuff i did, I love you y/n with all my heart I need to start explaining myself more.” He said softly looking up at you. “I love you babe I love you so fucking much” you said pulling him tightly. “Let’s lay here and calm down hmm? I’ll order some food and we can talk more later if you want.” He said mumbling through your chest.

You nod kissing him again “sounds perfect my love, can we cuddle for a bit before we order?” You smiled making him smile too “of course” he said kissing you lovingly.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵

[sorrowsofsilence]

Desolate Love • N.S

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader (oneshot)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst.

Prompt: His October eyes sang secret confessions as he poured his soul into the melodies of desolate love; but you weren't meant to be sung for, even if you loved each other first.

Authors note: I have never written anything like this publically before, but I'm feeling a little sad and angsty lol. I hope you enjoy the words that came from my heart. (ps. I know many on the taglist are here for smut, and this isn’t smut, but I'm just re-using tags since I'm not sure who enjoys what! Pls let me know if you don't want to be tagged in all things!!)

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No one talks about the grief of a loss that was never yours to mourn.

He got a tattoo; a constant reminder of the pain.

A reminder of what once was.

A reminder of what would never be.

You wrote unspoken words in your diary, quarrels that would never be said aloud.

Words that confessed years of feelings, years of silenced affections.

As your fingers grazed over the pages of yearning within the leathered journal, your heart reminisced the ache for unattainable amour.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you let out a quiet sob, unsure why you were even crying for someone who was never yours.

He consumed your mind; the way he smiled at you the day you met; his contagious laughter that danced through the walls in grandeur.

“Is this Henderson’s gym class?”

The voice behind startled you, and you turned, meeting a pair of ochre eyes. The stutter that left your lips caused your face to warm in embarrassment, as the messy brunette locks that fell across the boy’s features left you captivated.

“Yeah, I think so?” Your brows furrowed as you second-guessed yourself, even though you double-checked the classroom timetable a thousand times.

His lips spread into a dancing grin, his slight buck teeth chewing playfully on his bottom lip in shyness.

“Cool,” He stuck out his hand, long fingers wrapping around yours, “Noah.”

“Y/N,” You returned the smile, your ears heating as his October gaze never left yours.

You pulled away, briefly glancing down at his shirt, immediately excited.

“You like blink-182?”

Noah looked down at his shirt, pointing at it, “Oh yea, I fucking love them.”

He glanced up at you, fixated, “Do you?”

You nodded excitedly, “They’re probably my favourite band at the moment, other than the 1975, and Oasis, and-” you began to ramble, but stopped, afraid to embarrass yourself anymore than you felt you had.

Something flickered within his eyes at that moment; something you never noticed.

“Wonderwall?” He asked.

A song that became yours.

The burned CD he gave you collected dust in the corner of your room, aged and scratched from years of use. The disk player sat untouched, left as a painful reminder from when the tunes that played were melodies of hope; melodies of elation.

These feelings of grief consumed you, engulfing you into an overwhelming feeling of remorse.

The waves of heartbreak came and left, nostalgia shielding your anguish when memories flooded in.

No one ever filled you with such devotion and desire as he did; and throughout the naivety, you could have sworn it to be love.

It was the way Noah would shout your name from across the room when he saw you, or the way he would cover your eyes, asking you to guess who.

Every time you would laugh, placing your hands on top of his, saying you weren’t sure.

But you knew every time.

His long fingers would twirl your hair when he sat behind you in class, tugging the strands playfully before running his nails over your scalp.

“I just like your hair,” He’d say.

And whenever he picked up his guitar in the band room, he would strum the chords to your song, as if inviting you to listen to his lyrical confessions.

His texts consisted of using silly nicknames, and an overload of emojis to express his feelings. It was over the top, almost as if he was afraid he never came across as genuine enough without them.

Late night conversations went on for hours, laughing at the random stories and memories exchanged through flirtatious banter. You wanted to tell him everything about you, and learn everything about him.

You wanted to know his favourite colour, and what cologne he wore. His goals and dreams intrigued you, his fears and dislikes alluring.

You began to like the things he did, just to have something to talk about. You watched the shows he recommended and googled the things you didn’t know. Anything for him.

Noah would tell you how proud he was of you if you shared an accomplishment, or how pretty you looked when you wore your hair down.

He told you he loved your sneakers, and the way your oversized sweaters engulfed your body.

“You could wear mine,” He said, “You look good in my clothes.”

He would grab your hands, drawing silly pictures in Sharpie. It always left you frustrated when the image of an scribbled smiley face barely faded with each scrub.

But really, you would stare at it in admiration, blushing at the thought of his fingers brushing against yours.

“You like him, don’t you?” Your best friends pried, causing you to flush in embarrassment.

“He doesn’t like me like that,” You sighed, shaking your head, “We’re just friends.”

Just friends don’t play with each others hair like that.

Just friends don’t call each other pretty.

Just friends don’t text each other all night long.

“Is it easier to just pretend?”

Time went on, and your heart fluttered at every smile Noah shared with you, and at every word you exchanged.

The daily good morning and goodnight texts left you melting, succumbing your heart to his as he claimed it for his own.

Deep down, you knew he liked you more than just a friend. The way he treated you was special; there was no way that was how friends treat friends.

N: “Hey, your crush 100% likes you back.”

You: “Uhh hey? How would you know?”

N: “Well, I know who you like.”

You: “I guarantee you don’t.”

N: “Hmm, but I do? And I know he likes you back.”

You: “Sure Noah, haha. Go to bed.”

N: “I’m just saying. He likes you. Goodnight Y/N <3”

With a spiralling mind, your heart hammered.

Did he know how you felt about him? Did he just confess his feelings?

Hope.

It wasn’t until he pulled you into the storage closet a week later, that sorrow knocking down any previous signs of faith.

Torn.

“Y/N, I just wanted to talk… but I know you have feelings for me.”

His eyes bore into your own, sorrowful and sullen.

“Look,” he began, grabbing your hands in his, eyes glancing at your entwined fingers, “I- I just promised myself to someone else. My girl- ex-girlfriend, is coming here, and the reason we broke up was because I transferred.”

He began to ramble, unable to look into your eyes as he confessed his worries. Your heart began to shatter as you forced a small smile. Pulling your hands from his you placed them on his shoulders, causing him to pause.

“Noah,” You said softly, the words leaving your mouth a blatant lie, “It’s ok. I understand.“

His shoulders fell as he watched you. He brought you into a hug, squeezing you against his body, holding onto you.

Ludicrous. Empty.

You cried, your knees held to your chest in comfort as a shield from the feelings of abandonment. How could you be so naive?

You: “Just wanted to say thank you for telling me. I’m sorry if my feelings complicate things, I care about you a lot Noah.”

N: “I’m sorry, for everything. You mean a lot to me, and I care about you. ”

You: “If you knew who I liked all along… why did you say that my crush liked me back?”

It took him almost an hour to respond.

N: “Because I do like you Y/N. I like you a lot… but I promised myself to someone.”

The tears that fell from your face that night left you parched and broken, your world-shattering.

You found someone else a year later. Love that fulfilled your every need, someone to cherish you for you. It was someone who gave you everything; but your mind selfishly always wandered back to him.

You didn’t know that the day he found out you became spoken for, was the day he broke into a million pieces from a whole.

His heart was mutilated, head spinning with uncontrollable thoughts of regret.

How could he have let you slip through his fingers? All for some what-ifs?

He pretended to be happy for you.

Years passed, and you both grew. Both changed, both matured.

You got a ring, and Noah played in a band. You went to every show, you still showed up, even though you knew you were always a second choice.

He watched you the whole time as his fingers traced the strings of the guitar, and your heart yearned for him; screaming and aching and crying that you were just a body in the room.

It wasn’t until he found someone, that you told yourself it wasn’t healthy to fixate on past uncertainties.

It was rare you went to shows now. But when you did, you watched as he stood on that stage and sung; his smile brilliant and just for her.

But then you would meet his gaze, and you knew that the ochre was always for you. Forever yours.

His October eyes sang secret confessions as he poured his soul into the melodies of desolate love.

But you weren’t his: you weren’t mean’t to be sung for.

Some nights you called him drunk. You told him you missed him, that you wanted him to know you think about him all the time.

He told you he missed your voice, and how he wished you two still called.

He said he was happy you found someone to love you, because you deserved to be loved.

You knew he was lying.

It was the last time you talked, until you saw him sitting in the audience as you walked down the aisle, marrying a man you loved. A man who promised himself to you forever. A man who chose you first. A man who was not him.

Noah asked for your hand, he asked you for a dance. Your bodies swayed one last time in a synchronized beat, but just as friends; as desolate lovers.

You never listened to Wonderwall again.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you let out a quiet sob, unsure why you were even crying for someone who was never yours. You were meant to be happy now.

As your fingers grazed over the pages of yearning within the leathered journal, your heart reminisced the ache for unattainable amour.

A reminder of what would never be.

A reminder of what once was.

Noah got a tattoo; a constant reminder of the pain.

No one talks about the grief of a loss that was never yours to mourn.

[throwaway-yandere]

And The Sun Is Silent (Yandere!Wriothesley/Reader)

Unreliable Synopsis: You, a former writer, received a fan letter. Truly a curious thing, for the contents appear more personal than what it should be.

A/n: I am not back. I posted this cuz first off, I adore Joe Zieja and all his works and I was so hyped when I saw he voiced Wriothesley and second, mfer gave me C4 qiqi. i love my daughter but cmon wrio, I literally got the same haircut as you do now-

CW: nothing really. Just a lil mind frick ig

“When I saw his hands wrapped around his dearest new spouse, cutting that vile wedding cake together, I wanted nothing more than to take that knife and slit his throat.”

(Y/n) was a serialized author in Fontaine whose works were primarily geared towards detective novels. However, their words were less laced with objectivity and “irrefutable facts” as the heavy pockets do when spinning their tales. Unfortunately, they weren’t meant to fill their coffers with hit-release masterpieces. (Y/n)– pen name “Maestro Justiniano” – was more engrossed in the perpetrators' psychology like the barkeeps and magicians do. They were the main characters– the sung hero of the tale. The glorified violence thrived in each passing page for the only mystery to be solved was “who will they target next?”

If young fans of other authors were seen as aspiring detectives or law enforcers, those who were known as fans of the Maestro were unjustifiably labeled as “future degenerates.” For (Y/n), it was funny. Overhearing grandparents waste their already fleeting energy to scold their grandchild’s love for their sinful work was their source of joy.

But (Y/n) (L/n) was not Maestro Justiano in public.

They were Duke Wriothesley’s spouse. Maestro Justiano is but a shade and (Y/n) is a human. The maestro does not feed on earth nor mora, but (Y/n) is obliged to. He bought his title, and he bought his spouse.

Gone was their free fourth finger. With a golden shackle, they sealed their fate to a wealthy man for table scraps. Perhaps it is fortunate that he is generous with his pockets, but to (Y/n), they would rather starve themselves writing than sit through another seminar about the nation’s ever-changing laws.

The Maestro’s life used to be so full of thrill; the “pelf” they received for each writing commission was a life worth their breaths. 

The Maestro’s life used to be coated in moonlight; sneaking out and running gigs was their bread and butter.

But now the sun is silent, and (Y/n) stands with a tail behind their legs. 

“(Y/n), do you need anything?”

Wriothesley asked even when he could guess the answer. Lazily, (Y/n) shifted from the covers, peering over with half-closed eyes.

“Nothing, Your Grace.” (Y/n) yawned. “Close the door.”

The Duke nods, understanding their fatigue. He silently shuts the door, and nothing of interest is to be noted afterward.

This has been their canned script every Wednesday to Friday without fail for the past 3 years. 

In (Y/n)’s eyes, Wriothesley is a mere animal with whom they mate for survival. Barely any true emotional trysts occurred in their first two years of marriage. They’re a “friend” of fortune. With him always away from home, (Y/n) is left with nothing but their thoughts. 

The nights were warm, but the mornings were cold. 

And the sun is silent.

Their husband has never been quite the same after an incident during their 2nd year of marriage. 

On the night they were attacked in the comfort of their shared home, a gear in his head was stolen.

Wriothesley held them, audibly more alarmed and broken than (Y/n)– the victim– was. He shook, afraid of what you must’ve gone through in his absence. Robbery, that’s what the records say. An armed man entered their home with the intent to steal. Black were his gloves and hair. The perpetrator thought they had been away on a business trip and pulled the trigger by surprise when they emerged from the kitchen. 

That thief had failed to steal material possessions, but their husband had lost his good of intellect. He cannot stand the notion of leaving them alone. What is a collector’s item if it’s not in great condition? Wriothesley has locked the gates and kept (Y/n) in, and he’ll continue to do so to preserve their value.

“I want to meet you somewhere someday, in a place where the sun is no longer silent. I want to crawl and bury myself under your skin where I can read through your mind. The house is too quiet. I want to trace your collarbones. I want to bite into your flesh, and I need you to look into my eyes as I tear myself apart. I am in love with you, (Y/n). It’s unbelievable, but it’s true. I live within these walls. I am what keeps you grounded with a golden ring. But why does the sun hide from me?”

Despite how much closer the couple are now, (Y/n) feels more distant than before. Not that they had the right to say "The duke was not the man I married" when they rarely talked— but it surely felt that way.

And in one Sunday night, the forcibly retired author used their words not to immerse readers, but to intimidate guards to grant entry to their "beloved" husband's office.

"You fucking bitch…"

"Lovely to see you too, honey."

"You made me lose my job!!!"

"Here I thought you refer to it as a side-line."

"Are you fucking for real right now?!" They screamed and slammed a fist down on the table. The pain hasn't hit them yet as their unbridled shock and rage hit overdrive. "Since when did you have the right to just take my–"

"Your hobbies away?" Wriothesley placed down his chamomile tea and shrugged. "Honey, I'm not doing anything like that. No, I'm only protecting you."

"Oh, great!" They waved a hand around dramatically before slapping it back to their thigh, rolling their eyes. "Let me guess, there's a biiiig explanation that fits into one giant puzzle."

"You know me too well for someone who never initiates conversation." He smiled mockingly. 

"You're right. Court Dense Publishing House is being investigated for numerous allegations. Toxic working environment, which included stalking and superiors leveraging pay for sexual favors might I add, and tax fraud. The details of the latter will bore you." Wriothesley continued.

He sighed. "Can't you tell? I'm just being a decent husband. What if you were being harassed and you were afraid to tell me?" 

"Like hell, I was–" They took a sharp deep breath in. "Listen. Let me get back to my work and we won't have any problems, Your Grace."

"No can do. You're an ex-Maestro now."

“And you're an ex-con.” They quickly retorted.

…

…

“... You're calling me an ex-con?" Wriothesley laughed dryly. The lone sound made them inch their heels slightly backward.

His eyelids lowered as his dull gray eyes peeked behind underneath his tilted glare.

They had never seen him this serious.

"Who do you think turned me into one?”

…

…

…

They blinked.

His words– though not making sense without context– carried a heavy weight they had unfortunately missed.

His gaze and words were accusingly pointed.

At them.

…

…

Wriothesley laughed.

"I'm kidding, of course. Don't be so tense."

(Y/n) didn't laugh.

He smiled. They can't tell if it was fake or not. He's been too good at pretending to be nice that they never knew when he genuinely dropped the act.

Like Maestro Justiniano, that argument is history now. 

And maybe that's why (Y/n) first thought it would be a comforting experience to read a story written by an avid fan.

It was a long manuscript. Sigewinne claimed it came from a fellow Melusine who wanted her favorite author's thoughts on how to write a criminal male lead. When asked for the writer's name, she refused to say it. (Y/n) respected it since they too posted anonymously…

But this reading sounds less like a professional job and more like a stalker's confession…

“When I first finished a book of yours in two sittings, I had formed a vague fantasy on how you looked like. You were a tall man, thin, long-necked, sharp-nosed, with a body slightly bent forward. Needless to say, I was stoked to find that description failed to perfectly describe who you were in person. I hope that with my new appearance, my description perfectly describes how your husband used to look as well. These black gloves just don’t fit me right.”

These black gloves…?

"Honey, I'm home!!! Oh, and Sigewinne's here too."

As soon as they heard the door open, (Y/n) shoved the fan's manuscript inside their drawer. Wriothesley hates seeing any semblance of creative writing inside the house.

"Can you brew two cups of tea for us?" Wriothesley asked as he removed his jacket, placing it recklessly on the sofa. "We're exhausted."

(Y/n) nodded. They never tell him how they make his tea. For a bottle weighing 8 fl oz, they'd take a rounded scoop of sunsettia powder to the pitcher and pour steamed 2% milk to whatever was the appropriate line. Once aerated for 3 seconds, they fill it with their macha mix with ¼’’ foam and ¾’’ more below the rim for the aesthetic. 

The process is not as difficult as it sounds, but they like withholding information. Why else won't friends and family know that they're a prolific writer, right?

"Sure. I'll be right back."

They left.

Their “husband” picked up the letter they hastily hid, a faint smile playing on his face.

Were you frightened after reading it? 

How did his favorite author react?

He wished he knew. But he’s no detective– he’s a present “degenerate”. He won’t find clues just by looking at the parchment. "Wriothesley" placed it back to where it was earlier and adjusted his black gloves to fit just right. 

“Wriothesley” glanced at Sigewinne with a giddy smile.

“So, do you think they liked my writing?”

"(P.S: I finally figured out how you make your coffee. It's 3 pumps of Fonta, 1 shot of espresso roast, chilled milk, and stirred with ice. This unique combination would've perplexed me if I didn't find out you made it out of spite. 

But it does taste good. I promise. After all, in the cold solitude of your sunless prison, I'll be the one brewing you coffee. May each sip be a reminder of my affection. The sun may be silent too in the Fortress, but maybe in there, you'll finally appreciate my warmth.")

[nightmarearian]

small doodle. ‘s ok.

I made both of them trans 🏳️‍⚧️ <3

Anyway, the ending “-re” is feminine, remove the “e” and it’s masculine so rn Arle’s name is Peruer

Peruere also means “to burn up, consume w/ fire, burn/scorch”

So conversely Wrio’s current name is “Pruina”, meaning rime/hoarfrost. Before that though, their birth parents (I’m going with part-Inazuman Wrio) named him Riko, meaning truth & honesty.

Wrio was a bit anxious/people pleaser for adults, between the slight abandonment issues and wanting to adopted/“a polite, proper, good kid”*, otherwise, they’re a usual cheery kid and a great older brother; They usually loses him anxiousness in front of adults when focusing on his siblings :)

*part grooming the children to be livestock; A good pet is obedient.

Arle is a pretty quiet & sorta solemn kid. Wrio attached to Arle in her first days cause she’s quiet (in case it’s just first few days at the orphanage) and Arle attaches to Wrio as she discovers his adult-anxiety + generally endears to her.

Eventually both of them particularly bond over their interests in psychology and then some other things ig lmao. Oh and Arle eventually gets her pet spider Bambi in the backyard 👍. Wrio doesn’t get it, but if it makes his sister happy :)

Wrio (and maybe Arle at the same time?) finds out the child trafficking, they’re also able to figure out, especially with Wrio’s age, he’s probably slated to be one of upcoming “adoptions”. Wrio doesn’t want Arle to, like, live on the streets or anything, and Arle eventually reluctantly agrees to stay, so Wrio escapes & lives homeless for a while (like a few months? At most a year. They’re hustling cause he wants to get back to Arle). Unfortunately in that time, the House of the Hearth/Crucabena picks Arle up, so when Wrio gets back Arle is gone.

Anyway, typical stuff backstory stuff w/ Arle & Wrio, they eventually meet after the 4.0 storyline (before when we see Arle & Neuvi exchange the gnosis) to wrap up stuff with her children, which is where they recognize each other.

Arle recognizes Wrio more than Wrio recognizes her, due to Arle’s more intense changes (black to white hair, dead eyes & crossed X eyes), but after a hot minute Wrio does recognize her.

They do… hesitantly breach from Wriothesley & Arlecchinno to Pruina & Peruere, though between schedule constraints and… everything, they really only leave it on a “we’ll meet again more in depth… at some point”.

Mostly Wrio & Arle are able to get closure (and mutual congratulations on the transition)

Wrio thought Arle was dead, and Arle, while able to eventually find out about Wrio’s murders (“Good job, brother,”) and conviction (“Hmph. Fontaine’s ‘justice’…”) wasn’t able to find anything else from there, due to the name change. (The Duke of Meropide is largely a hidden and unknown figure, after all)

Unfortunately, the most they can do is have the (verrrry) rare meet up and sparse letters. The letters are probably personally delivered by Fatui agents/Hearth children, for security’s sake btw.

Wrio understands, even if they both regret the scarcity of it. They allude to it verrry slightly, saying he discovered an old friend/sibling to Neuvi or another friend or smth, but that would be about it - doesn’t elaborate.

Though, I’d like to think at the end of the entire storyline, after the Harbingers are assumably finished w/ the Tsaritsa’s anti-Celestia(?) plot*, Wrio & Arle are able to properly meet & hang out. Maybe get some matching jewelry (slowly have Arle be able to transition back into Peruere), maybe find some of their other siblings.

*whether or not they stay in the harbingers is something different, I guess? I’m sure the main reason to have 11 very powerful commanders was for the Tsaritsa’s plan and everything, so I don’t know if all of them would stay afterwards. I’m sure it’s a “depends” thing.

Also, Wrio is so happy they’re an uncle lol :)

Lynette, Arle, & Wrio all have tea together 🍵

I want Arle & Wrio to be estranged siblings I’m begging please

[reguluskeys]

Silly Marauders Headcanons

i posted all of these to my tiktok a while ago, felt like reposting them here !!

click keep reading to see them all <3

James Potter

Cannot spell at all, gets points docked off essays all the time for lack of proper spelling

Writes reminders on his arm and STILL forgets them

Very interested in muggle things, constantly asking Lily, Mary, and Remus how muggle things work

Sirius Black

Loves to scared Filch by running around as Padfoot and randomly barking

Can’t swim at all, refuses to learn because it would mess up his hair

Loves to sit outsides and watch the stars, it was what he planned for his and Remus’ first date

Remus Lupin

“Casanova of Gryffindor Tower” but he has no idea, thinks everyone is looking at him because he’s weird

Sits in the most uncomfortable positions known to MAN. nobody understands how he is comfortable

Very fidgety, always doing something with his hands, his favorite it playing with Sirius’ hair

Peter Pettigrew

Incredibly smart, just doesn’t know how to apply the information he knows

Has an irrational hate towards Pandora because she beat him at chess once

Loves to collect interesting looking leaves

Lily Evans

Loves braiding people’s hair and adding ribbons or other hair accessories to them

Has always enjoyed fantasy books since she was really little and was absolutely ecstatic when she found out magic was real

Loved to dance, doesn’t matter the music or if there even is any, will dance basically anywhere

Mary Macdonald

Loves doing people’s makeup, her favorite canvas is james because of his long eyelashes

Genuinely loves quidditch and finds it very interesting, but doesn’t want to play even if she’d probably be good at it

Absolutely beautiful singing voice, has sung Marlene and Lily to sleep many times

Marlene Mckinnon

Absolutely adores animals, has always thought very hard about what her animagus would be

Also shit at spelling but better than James

McGonagall’s favorite because she was so sweet her first year (Marlene has a crush on her and didn’t know)

Regulus Black

Very sentimental, has a box of things with his most important memories

Loves swimming, makes him feel more calm

Jealous of how smart Sirius is because unlike him he has to actually put in the work to get good marks

Dorcas Meadows

Loves making jewelry, will make them for her favorite people

Loves writing short stories and poetry, doesn’t have the patience to write for very long though

Casanova of Slytherin Tower. I will not be elaborating.

Barty Crouch Jr.

Incredibly good at reading people, to the point it’s almost scary

Very clumsy and on many occasions has woken up on the floor without realizing he fell

Very advanced vocabulary but doesn’t use proper grammar because it pisses everyone off

Evan Rosier

Very clean person, showers every night, incredibly organized, etc.

Not a very touchy person but gives the best hugs when he knows they’re needed (or unless it’s Barty.)

Hates reading, absolutely DESPISES it, no real reason he just can’t bring himself to enjoy it

Pandora Rosier

Loves making code languages; Regulus, Dorcas, and especially Evan understand them but Barty doesn’t and it pisses him off

Her favorite pastime is walking around outside barefoot by herself

Loves climbing on things; trees, people, counters, doesn’t matter, the higher the better

[burn-before-reading]

Long Ways Away

Bucky Barnes x Reader

connection, reconnection, and a small miscommunication. Bucky will travel however far if it means making you smile

wordcount: 4k

a/n: This was originally written AGES ago (2021) for @wkemeup ‘s 9k writing prompts. I had a different blog and posted one or two fics then ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE WHOLE BLOG. oops 🤷. remade this one and now im back into writing a bunch again so figured i might as well respost it. i had some other bucky fics i never finished writing so who knowsss i might go back and finish them :p

based on the prompt:

Character A calls Character B in the middle of the night crying - something they’ve never done before. They’re several states away. [B] gets in the car without hesitation and drives to wherever they are.

Bucky found himself on the balcony, looking out into the busy New York nightlife. Cars driving through the busy streets. He felt it matched the energy inside the Tower. If he looked behind he would have found Tony chatting away, creating a spectacle and being the center of attention as usual. Sam was playing pool against Scott. Accusing him of cheating by using ants to move the balls around when he wasn’t looking. Steve and Natasha were in the corner chatting away about the last mission. Steve was always a little too focused on work, even when these get-togethers were planned to distract the team from just that.

It was why Bucky needed a break, that's what he would say at least. The reason for this whole party, as much as he hated the whole spectacle. A break from the team. A break from missions. He just needed an out, for now.

It’s at least what he was telling himself.

“Hey Stranger. Found your hiding spot.” He glanced behind and saw you there. Relaxed and leaning against the doorway, a half empty drink in your hand. Smiling like there wasn’t a reason for you to be sad. He smiled back for a second, like he was still going to be here tomorrow.

He would miss you the most.

______

You hadn’t called yet.

He wasn’t too worried at first, the last he heard from you, you had said Steve was planning a mission and you probably would be gone for a while. You didn’t specify what kind of mission. You never did. He hated that.

In all honesty taking this break, full on Move-Into-a-subburb-in-Indiana kinda break, was killing him. It was one of those things he thought he would be fine with. The neighbors were nice. A sweet old lady who was always baking and bringing him cookies and pies. The other was your typical nuclear family. Maybe that was something Bucky would have wanted back in the 40s. Now he’s not so sure.

Bucky’s so called retirement wasn’t that exactly. He wasn’t off the team. It was a break. A long break. A break for some undetermined amount of time, but had currently lasted for almost six months. Time away from the hustle and bustle of city life. Of Avenger life. Steve had suggested it after Bucky had one too many sleepless nights. Giving him time to try and live a life not fighting for something. Somewhere peaceful. He would’ve considered it sooner, if it weren’t for you.

He didn’t know how it had started. The friendship between the two of you. He knows you were the one to first initiate the conversation. It had taken him a while to warm up to you. He’s almost mad at himself that he didn’t keep track of all your interactions. Everytime he heard you laugh. Everytime you sat next to him during a movie night. When Your friendship started bleeding into something else. He felt like the two of you skipped a step somewhere. A line between friends and… something else, something better, started to blur.

You would slip into his room at night right before the nightmares could start. Running your hands through his hair as you softly sung lullabies and old songs. You spent the night more often than not. Fast asleep with your arms wrapped around him. His head delicately tucked into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist. You both waking up in each other's arms, tangled together in a peaceful bliss.

He knows what ended it. It was his fault. He pushed away.

But Damnit, Bucky did miss you.

At least you called every once in a while. Giving him updates about everything going on at the tower. It was like clockwork, almost. A call springing up at the end of almost every week, updating him on every little detail of Steve's extremely long Disney Movie Marathon. Last update you gave was he just finished the Renaissance era. Swearing on your life that you managed to catch him singing along to The Little Mermaid.

Another time you called just to complain about how bad your sparring session with Nat was.

“I swear someone must’ve pissed her off before it because now I have a stupid bruise on my back and it just hurts all over” you groaned over the phone. he could imagine you lying on the floor in your room. Blankets thrown about and laptop angled so you could still watch Netflix. The thought made him laugh which caused you to respond “Don’t laugh at my misery!”

If it wasn’t a call, you would text, but that was rare. You had confessed early on that you hated texting, but you couldn’t help but send him pictures and videos of the group hanging out. You, Wanda, and Natasha in the lounge watching horror movies. Sneaky photos of Steve asleep in the common area. His favorite had to be when you send a video of Sam spacing out and crashing into a window while flying. He sent back laughing emojis and saved the video.

He never said much about his time away. He got a cat. A little white furball he named Alpine. He sent you a handful of pictures that you absolutely adored.

He would say that the time away has been helping. Less chaos, more calm. He always tried to make it sound like he was enjoying his time away. The neighbors were nice. The place was quiet. He was getting sleep. Enjoying his break.

He was starting to miss the chaos. He was missing you.

He always looked forward to your calls, even though they always seemed to interrupt him meditating, like today. It had been over a month since your last call.

You had changed your ringtone to some upbeat song he honestly couldn’t stand at first but grew on him over time. It couldn’t even finish its first verse before he picked up the phone and spoke with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Y/N. You back from your mission?” He only heard silence back at first, and it scared him. “Doll, are you there?” More silence before he could barely pick up the faint sniffling. “Y/N, are you okay?”

More silence. More sniffling. He was getting ready to call Steve or text him or Something before he heard your voice speak up. A fragile, tear-filled response. It broke his heart.

“I’m Sorry Bucky. I shouldn’t have called.”

Then the line goes dead.

______

“You should go back inside y/n. Go enjoy the party.”

“What's the point of it if the person it's for isn’t even there?” you walk over and lean against the railing so your back is to the view. You stared at the inside for a second before looking at him again. “Excited for retirement?” He rolled his eyes at your half assed joke.

“Its not retirement. Its just, a break.” That made you laugh a little. Your nose scrunched up the tiniest amount and is made Bucky smile. He would miss your laugh.

“It feels like retirement, you bought a house and everything. In Indiana right?”

“Yeah.”

“Kinda far from the tower, don’t you think?” you finished up what was left in your glass and set it on the small standing table to the side of you before focusing your attention back to him.

“That was kind of the point. Somewhere quiet, or well, quieter than here.” He gestured to the city, but part of you felt he meant the team.

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He doesn’t care that the drive is eleven hours. He doesn’t care that he had to stick his now grumpy cat in a carrier and put her in the front seat. Be doesn’t care that he’s rushed out of his house at three in the afternoon with nothing but the desire to check on you.

He does care that you haven’t answered or returned any of his calls yet and Bucky swears on his life he is going to murder Steve if he doesn’t pick up either. He hears it ring three times before he answers.

“Hey, Buck. Whats up?” Steve says into the phone nonchalantly. It's starting to piss him off.

“What happened Steve.” His voice was cold and his grip on the steering wheel tightened with each second. What happened, what happened.

“Wait what do you mean.”

“Y/N Steve! What happened to her on her mission.” his voice cracked a bit as he tried to keep it together. Something was wrong and he didn’t know what.

“Y/n’s mission? It went fine she got back a while ago and… wait did she call you?” He seemed surprised.

“Yes! Y/N was crying and she just hung up suddenly and…what happened Steve.”

“Nothing. She’s been fine this whole time. It happened a while ago so I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Wait how long has she been back from her mission.”

“Two weeks.”

“Well how was I supposed to know that!” He was getting antsy, wishing this car of his would go any faster.

“I assumed she had already called you. She usually did after every mission but… I’ll go check up on her for you if you want. Let her know you called.”

“I’m already on my way over. Just let me know if she does anything else.”

______

He doesn’t remember how long he stayed out there talking to you. It was more you talking to him. How training went that day, A new movie that had come out that week, Peter coming to you for advice on asking someone out. A dream you had.

He couldn’t help but glance at your arm as you talked. Covered with long sleeves but he knew the scar was still there. Long and jagged, running from your forearm to your wrist. Slowly fading but still ever present. He felt your hand lift his chin up to meet your eyes again.

“Don’t even think of feeling guilty right now.” You teased, but your face showed nothing but sincerity. He gripped the railing tightly and it looked like he wanted to say something, but the words weren’t coming out.

He couldn’t. Not that.

“Do you remember the first time you stayed the night?” You took your hand away and watched him stare off into the distance. “ I felt trapped in my own head, in my memories. I wasn't leaving my room.”

“We share a wall. I could always hear when your nightmares got bad, but Steve was always there for you. But he was gone one day and I… I couldn’t just leave you to deal with that on your own.” Your voice turned to a whisper. Reminiscing on what you two once had. The quiet moments together. Why he stopped them, you only somewhat understood.

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An hour felt like ten, and the full drive felt like an eternity later. When he reached the tower the sky was now dark, but he didn’t care. It had been far too long since he had been back.

He had Steve talk him through what could have happened.

“It must have been something that happened on her mission, but I can’t pick out anything weird, besides the fact that she insisted on taking this one alone.”

It was a stakeout. Suspicions of an arms deal going on. The plan was for you to just find out who was involved. Collect any information you can. You always sounded bored whenever you talked about it and gave Steve updates.

“Wait, why did she insist on going alone. Those take forever and I doubt she got a reasonable amount of sleep if she was by herself.” Bucky at this point was thinking the worst.

“Nothing happened Buck. She gave updates the whole time. I gave her permission to call you, but from the sound of it she never did.” A realization hit him then and there. The first mission he went on with you alone was a stakeout.

He doesn’t remember what the mission was about. All he remembers is two weeks alone with you. The two of you in a hotel room, spying on… he isn’t even sure anymore. All he took away from that time is he was absolutely in love with you. The way you would talk about Wanda’s crush on Vision at the time and how you kept bugging her to say something. Everytime you tried (and failed) to throw popcorn into your mouth.

By the time Bucky arrives at the tower it's almost three in the morning. Alpine sleeping soundly in the passenger seat. Steve is waiting for him in the parking garage. A concerned look on his face.

“She’s locked herself in her room. She won’t talk to me.” Bucky moves Alpine from the carrier to his jacket, and walks with Steve to the elevators to get to the living quarters.

“Is she even still awake? I got here pretty late.” He glanced at the pajama bottoms Steve was wearing.

“Last time I passed by I heard a show playing, she still might have fallen asleep though. Your room is empty if you wanna get some rest.”

“No.” the Elevator opens up to the all too familiar hallway that now you currently reside in. “I wanna see her now, if I can.” if she lets me. Steve simply pats him on the back.

“You planning on staying a while?”

“I guess we’ll see..” The doors close leaving Bucky alone in the dark hallway. He feels stuck in place. It has been so long since he’d seen the tower. He’d forgotten how much he’d miss this place.

He hesitated knocking on your door. The familiar notch in the wood from when you tried to fire one of Clint's bows. He could hear what sounded like a nature documentary softly playing from the other side of the door.

“Friday?” He whispered.

“Welcome back Sergeant Barnes.” The AI called out.

“Is she awake?”

“Agent Y/N is awake at the moment. Would you like me to let her know you’re here?”

“No, no its alright.” Bucky responded. “I can talk to her.”

He continued to just stare at the door, unsure how to start. He looked down to Alpine who simply meowed at him. Her way of saying to ‘get on with it, I’m tired!’

“Alright, alright.” He nervously chuckled before lifting his right hand up. Three delicate knocks rang through the door.

“I’m fine Steve.” He heard your voice for the first time in person again. Muffled and clearly annoyed, but still perfectly you.

“ Y/n? It's Bucky. Can you please open the door.” The documentary paused. He heard the slight squeaking of a bed and footsteps padding over to the door, till he heard your voice loud and clear.

“What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be in Indiana.” He was surprised by the coldness in your voice.

“What’s going on with you. You called and I got worried. Can you please open the door?” He pressed his forehead against the door, trying to get as close to you as possible.

“I never meant to bother you. Please, Bucky, just go home.” There was pain in your voice and your words. Calling somewhere that wasn’t here his home.

“I’m not leaving till you explain what’s going on. What happened that made you call.”

“...I needed to stop relying on you to fix my problems.” You sighed. Maybe you could tell he wouldn’t leave you alone with just that. “It was a nightmare, okay? That’s all. I can deal with those on my own now.”

“ Please let me in. You know I can help with those.” He whispered through the door. He didn’t know you even got nightmares. “How long have they been happening?”

“Why does it matter to you.” You spat. “I’m not letting you in so you can just… go home”

hesitation…. Bucky thought for a moment.

“I have Alpine. You said you wanted to meet her.”

A moment of silence, and then he hears the lock click open.

______

“I’ll miss you. You know that right?”

You stared at the night sky and he couldn’t help but notice how the lights danced in your eyes.

“You can always call.” he replied.

“Do you know… when you’ll come back?” the hesitation in your voice made him suspect you were going to say “if”. The fear he may never come back.

“I’ll be back, doll. If you ever need me just call and I’ll come running.” The idea got both of you to smile.

“I’d never have you do that for me, but I appreciate the thought.” You laughed before turning your head and staring straight into his eyes. “Just promise me. You’ll come back.”

“I promise.”

Both of your feet took control and suddenly you were now facing each other. In both of your eyes you could see a million words trying to escape. Each of you wanting to say something you didn’t think the other would want.

Stay here

Tell me to Stay

Let me spend one last night with you

Please don’t leave me alone

I love you

I love you

Just let me love you

It felt like you were inches apart. Miles away from the rest of the world. Your hand rose to rest softly on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. The pad of your thumb gliding across his cheek, the scratchy stubble, till it rested right under his bottom lip. His hands resisted the urge to touch you, the fear of somehow hurting you again, but your touch he relished in. He savoured this moment between the two of you, almost too hesitant to take it any further. Those million words slowly bubbling up to the surface. Falling from his eyes to the tip of his tongue. They tasted like salt. You raised your hand up to swipe something from his face.

Tears. No words. Just tears.

You could taste your own words as well.

“Hey Ms. Y/N - oh Sorry!” The sheepish voice that belonged to Peter spoke out and caused the two of you to draw away from each other. The timeless moment broken. Words gone. Words buried once again. You could tell he felt bad for interrupting what seemed to be a private moment between the two of you.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, it's fine. You didn’t interrupt anything. Did you need something kiddo?” You wiped your eyes and tried to look cheerful. Bucky never understood why you had such a soft spot for peter. He talked too much for his liking.

“Tony said you were out here and… He needed to talk to you about something I didn’t really ask uh.” Peter kept glancing at the now brooding man next to you. “happy retirement Mr. Bucky, Sergeant Barnes sir.”

“It's just Bucky,” He grumbled, “And it's not a retirement. It's just… Tony just started calling it that because i'm old.” You noticed the stiffness in his voice so you decided to break the tension.

“Tell Tony I’ll be inside in a second, okay Peter?” He nervously nodded and shuffled back inside. You turned back to face Bucky. He looked down and away from you now.

Miles apart.

“Gotta go back inside, I guess. Don’t stay out too long okay?”

In a brief second of courage you lifted your hand back to his face, and turned to place a quick kiss on his cheek before walking away and leaving him alone again on the balcony. The feeling of your lips lingered on his skin.

You didn’t see him when he left the next morning.

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You looked just as beautiful as he remembered. Unbrushed hair and wrinkly t-shirt thrown together with an old pair of sweats. He wanted to wrap himself up in your touch, in your scent, but your eyes gave off a tired and standoffish look. Eyebrows scrunched together. This wasn’t the time, yet.

“Where is she.” You asked. Bucky unzipped his jacket slightly and peeled away one side to reveal a little puff of fur. The door opened wider and you stepped aside to let him in. He took a seat on your bed and let Alpine out to walk around. You sat down and alpine walked over and rubbed her face on your hand.

“Cute..”

“Yeah, she is. There's no cat food in the tower, right? I left in a rush and-”

“Bucky.” you raised a brow at him.

“Right, sorry.” He studied your expression, waiting for you to start.

“Can I ask you something, Bucky?”

“Anything.”

“Am I the reason you left?” Your question left him bewildered.

“Where’d you get that idea?”

“It's just,” you started, “we were so close, and I know I pushed your boundaries a little more than the others, but you seemed okay with it. You even pushed things further so I thought we were on the same page. But after-” you turn your arm to show what's now only a faint line running down your arm, “ -this I, I don’t know. You didn’t just step back, you pushed away. You didn’t even look at me for weeks and then suddenly you say that you're leaving and I-”

Tears spring from your eyes. The million words too much. Bucky grabs your hands and uses his thumbs to rub small circles into your wrists.

The night was one clearly neither of you had forgotten. You had just come back from a mission with Steve and went to Bucky’s room to surprise him, only to find he was having another nightmare. You attempted to wake him up, were met with a sharp pain in your arm. The both of you were too stunned by each other's actions to immediately notice the knife in Bucky’s hand and the stream of blood gushing down your arm and staining his sheets.

You never held it against him, but he clearly did.

“It was a rash decision.” He says, “ I care about you so much, you know that… or I hope you do, but after,” he felt his million words bubbling to the surface again, “After I hurt you, I got scared. I was afraid of making things worse and I didn’t even realize I already had. I left to try and figure myself out. After the first week I knew it wasn’t my thing. I was honestly gonna come right back, but you sounded so happy when you called and, I started to think you’d be better off without me.” His voice grew softer with every word.

“What about your neighbors, meditation. You said you were getting better sleep.”

“Mostly lies. The Nightmares just have become more manageable with time, and I don’t need to leave just to sit on the floor in silence. The only good thing to come from this is Alpine.” he admitted and you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“At the party, before you left. You said to ask and you’d come back. There were so many times I thought about it, but you’d talk about how much better you were doing-”

“All lies, doll. Sorry.”

“ - I thought you were better off without me.” he tugs you forward and you let yourself fall into his embrace. You feel each other relax in each other's touch. He rested his chin on the top of your head for a second before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel this way.” You feel his lips move against your skin. “But I’m not leaving you again. Not ever.” You pulled away just to see his face.

“You’re not going back?” He tucked his head into your hair to muffle his laugh.

“Indiana sucks, I’m here to stay, promise. Besides, you said you had nightmares, right. I’m not just gonna leave you to deal with that on your own.”

He leaned over to kiss your tears away causing you to laugh at the feeling. You lifted your head to meet his lips with your own, and for a second the two of you forget the rest of the world exists. You can taste salt from each other’s tears and he feels himself smiling into the kiss, hands going up to cradle your face when suddenly you both hear a Meow.

Pulling away the two of you watch Alpine nudge your thigh as if to say ‘It's my turn for attention!’ The two of you smiling and crying and holding in a fit of giggles as your stare at the little puff of fur meowing at you and clawing at the sheets.

As the laughter and meowing died down, so did your energy, and the two of you settled into bed. It was almost as it was before. His arms wrapped around you. your head delicately tucked into the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his waist. A small fur ball settled at the foot of the bed. With the promise of a million more words, and a million more nights together.

[emero0]

Ight im analyzing Bake no hana or “flower of transformation” cus its in my brain

Spoilers for mizu5 (obv but heres your warning)

(Lyrics from project sekai wiki)

This is mostly line distribution but feel free to add more

So the first lines are about mizuki (obviously)

Probably about people looking at them weirdly and how they’re used to it — and how they’re cute but its “wrong” its “a sin”

Also this is a music thing but enas lyric “its off” is off beat with the song as well

Then more about mizuki crumbling and breaking sown with their secret because it was revealed before they could reveal it themselves

Next, i find it interesting how every time this lime is sung its by kanade, mafuyu, or both (+kaito)

Which could be in reference to the fact that neither of them were there when everything went down

They also seem to take on more narrator roles like in the beginning

Following this, Ena sings this line every time as well — likely in reference to her not being able to say anything to mizuki and being unable to take back the look on her face when mizuki found her—a face that could be seen aa disgust or “ugly” - “makeup” because its not how ena truly feels

(Which btw—i believe was mainly in part to “oh shit i just found out the secret ive been patiently waiting for before i was told and now i feel awful” and not “oh my god mizuki is trans” or whatever your interpretation of that is considering THEY STILL HAVENT CONFIRMED ANYTHING—which is slightly frustrating but alas we can wait)

Next, either mizuki not wanting to go back because they are tired of running—or even (and im leaning towards this one) they cant go bavk to being a kid, to being “how they were”,

“Blossoming” into this flower, they cant go back and not be trans, theyve bloomed into who they are, even if its “off” and “a sin”

(Im trying not to push trans stuff (NOT /neg) and just look at it as it is but its really hard to see it another way for me /lh —a trans person)

Next, another song thing—when mizuki tells everyone to disappear—they do

No one else sings except kaito, and then when they sing “stay with me” they come back

Then they repeat lines with kaito which could mean something-but it may also just be adding kaito to make it different the second time around because music theory

Nearing the end—this may very well be 1: mizuki not knowing the future and mafuyu-ing into sekai

But it could also be a nod to the player—not knowing the future-and until they do mizuki not showing up in the “real world”

And finally—the curse of being born the way they are, they’ve had enough of running (away from their problems, their mistakes) and have essentially done the game equivalent of —well— disappearing

Overall i really want a full version and i think what we have so far is very interesting—i dont have jpsekai so im probably missing some stuff-but i have seen mizu5 so thats where most of this came from

(Will be avoiding most social media tho cus the arguments over this are—interesting… tumblrs been good so far tho ^^’)

[wonies-cheeks]

Only If You Say Yes | y.jw

Genre: Angst, Romance, Supernatural

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: Implied Past Trauma, Death, Reincarnation, Emotional Distress, Supernatural Elements

Featuring: Sung Hanbin, Ricky and Kim Gyuvin of ZEROBASEONE

A/N: This is my first time writing something like this. Lmk if I should do more like this. Don’t be afraid to send me some requests, I’ll make sure to try and answer all of them (I’m kinda running out of ideas).

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The sun beats down on your face, causing a warm flush. You giggle, burying your face in the sleeve of your boyfriend, Gyuvin’s, sweater. “It’s too hot,” you whine, feeling the beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

Gyuvin chuckles softly, “You know I can’t help it. This is the only time of the year the sun really decides to come out.”

It’s a typical Saturday afternoon at the park. The air is filled with the sounds of children laughing, dogs barking, and the occasional bird song. You’re walking along the paved path, hand in hand with your boyfriend. Accompanying you two was your and Gyuvin’s best friends; Ricky and Hanbin .

“Let’s go get some ice cream!” Ricky announces, breaking away from Hanbin’s side and bounding towards the ice cream stand. “I’ll pay, come on!”

“You should let us pay for once,” Hanbin teases, following after him.

Gyuvin squeezes your hand, and you feel a pleasant warmth in your chest. “I’ll get you a cone, my love,” he says with a loving grin, dipping his head down to kiss your cheek.

“You’re the best,” you whisper, watching the two boys disappear towards the ice cream stand. “Even though those two are straight, they sometimes act like they’re dating,” you say. Then, you look up at Gyuvin, your smile widening. “You know, I wouldn’t mind a little bit of PDA myself.”

Gyuvin throws his head back and laughs, “Okay, okay, settle down. I’m right here.” He pulls you closer, leaning down to kiss you. You melt into his embrace, feeling a surge of contentment. You are happy, surrounded by friends and loved by a wonderful man. There is nothing more you could ask for.

But as the kiss deepens, a strange feeling washes over you. A feeling of déjà vu, like you have been in this very moment before. The taste of the ice cream, the scent of the flowers in the park, the warmth of Gyuvin’s hand in yours … it all feels ... familiar. You push the feeling away, attributing it to simple nostalgia. After all, you have been coming to this park since you were a child.

Later, as you wander through the park, you spot a group of boys huddled around a picnic blanket. One of them stands out. His laughter rings out like a bell. Tall, dark hair that falls over his forehead, with soft features and a charming smile that seems to light up his whole face. There is something about him that feels … magnetic.

You are drawn to him, almost against your will. You find yourself staring, your heart pounding a little faster.

He catches your eye, and for a fleeting moment, your gazes lock. A strange sense of familiarity washes over you, and you feel a jolt of electricity course through your body. His eyes hold a depth of sadness and curiosity that seems to mirror your own unnameable ache.

Then, as quickly as it started, the moment passes. A wave of dizziness sweeps over you, and you feel a sharp pang of pain in your chest. You stumble back a little, clutching your chest, a strangled gasp escaping your lips.

“Hey, are you okay?” Gyuvin’s voice is laced with concern. He holds you tightly, his face etched with worry.

You shake your head, struggling to catch your breath. “I … I don’t know,” you stammer, feeling a wave of confusion wash over you. “I just … I feel so strange.”

“Maybe you should sit down,” Hanbin suggests, his voice soft and gentle.

You slump onto a nearby bench, your limbs feeling heavy and weak. The dizziness subsides, but the strange sense of familiarity lingers. It is like a dream you can’t quite grasp, a memory just out of reach.

You focus on Gyuvin’s voice, his warm touch, the familiar comfort of your friends. It grounds you, pulls you back to the present. The strange feeling fades, replaced by a sense of unease that you can’t explain.

The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur. You feel a constant tug of unease, a faint echo of a forgotten dream that refuses to leave you. The feeling stays with you long after you say goodnight to Gyuvin and drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing headache and a strange feeling of disorientation. You can’t shake the nagging sense of something missing, something crucial that you can’t quite grasp.

The feeling stays with you throughout the day, like a shadow lurking at the edge of your consciousness. It intensifies as the sun begins to set, casting long shadows across your room.

You close your eyes, trying to focus on the familiar, the comforting rhythm of your heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your chest. But it is useless. The strange feeling only intensifies, swirling around you like a dizzying mist.

Suddenly, a wave of images floods your mind. A playground, filled with the laughter of children. You were wearing a high school uniform. There was someone else with you. A boy with sparkling eyes and a dimple in his cheek and the same high school uniform, his hand in yours, swinging you higher and higher. A promise ring, shining silver on both of your fingers, a symbol of your unwavering love.

The images fade as quickly as they come, replaced by a sharp pain in your chest, a searing emptiness that seems to consume you. You gasp, tears welling up in your eyes, the echo of a forgotten sorrow echoing in your soul.

You try to hold onto the images, to grasp the feeling of his hand in yours, the warmth of his love, but they slip through your fingers like grains of sand. You are left with only a nagging ache, a hollowness that seems to be etched into your very being.

When you finally open your eyes, you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, your body trembling. You feel exhausted, drained, as if you had been running a marathon in your sleep.

“What happened?” you whisper, your voice hoarse. You can’t explain the strange feeling, the sense of loss that has gripped you, the fragments of a forgotten memory that haunt your thoughts.

You try to push it away, to focus on the present, the familiar routines of your life. But the feeling lingers, a persistent ache that threatens to consume you.

Days turn into weeks, and the strange feeling never went away. It is a constant companion, a nagging reminder of something lost, something you desperately want to remember.

One day, while walking through the park with Gyuvin, you stumble again. You feel a wave of dizziness, the same pang of pain in your chest, and a rush of images that both captivate and frighten you.

You see a car, sleek and black, hurtling towards a bend. You feel the terror, the impact, the searing pain. Then, an endless darkness, a profound stillness.

It is like a movie playing in your head, but you know it is more than that. It feels like a memory, a memory both vivid and terrifying.

You gasp, clutching at your chest, your eyes wide with fear, the memories swirling around you like a whirlwind. You can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t even think.

Gyuvin’s worried voice breaks through the fog, “Are you okay? What is it?”

But you can’t answer. You can only stare at the ground, the images replaying in your mind, the fear, the pain, the emptiness.

“Are you okay?” Gyuvin’s repeated, his voice desperate and concerned, reaches you through the haze. He holds you tightly, a comforting presence in the midst of the storm that rages within you.

Gradually, the images fade, replaced by a profound sense of exhaustion and sadness. Gyuvin keeps you close, his warmth a soothing balm to the raw emotions that pulse within you.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs softly, “You’re okay now.”

“I don’t know what’s happening, but I feel … lost,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “I feel like I’m forgetting something important.”

“It’s just stress,” Gyuvin says reassuringly, stroking your hair. He knows you are struggling, knows the darkness that has gripped you in the past, but he has no idea the full extent of the torment you face.

You cling to Gyuvin’s warmth, seeking solace in his embrace. The memories, the pain, the emptiness, everything is too much to comprehend. But you can't shake the feeling that something is missing, that there is a piece of the puzzle that you can't quite grasp.

Later, as you lay in bed, the images come back, clearer than ever. The playground, the boy with the dimple, the promise ring, the car, the crash, the darkness. And then, a face, a face you know, a face that feels like a part of you, a face you yearn to remember.

The boy’s face fills your vision, his eyes mirroring your own, a familiar warmth radiating from him. You feel a surge of longing, an ache that seems to travel through your veins.

His voice, soft and gentle, fills your ears. “Only if you say yes,” he whispers, his eyes holding a depth of love that you have tasted before, a love that feels so familiar.

Then, as quickly as it starts, the vision vanishes. You are left with a hollow ache in your heart, a longing so deep that it feels like a physical pain.

Who is he? What does he mean?

You don’t know the answers, but you know one thing for certain. You need to remember, to grasp the fragments of a forgotten memory, to find the boy with the promise ring, the boy who whispered, “Only if you say yes.”

The rest of the night is a blur of dreams, nightmares, and the persistent ache in your heart. As the sun rises, you feel a new sense of urgency, a determination to unlock the secrets of your past, to find the boy who has become a part of you, a boy who has stolen your heart, a boy who has promised to love you forever.

But as you step out of your apartment, into the bright sunshine, the feeling of déjà vu that has haunted you for weeks is gone. Your memories of the park, the boy with the dimple, the car crash, all of it, is gone.

What is real? What is a dream? You don't know. You only know that you feel lost, alone, and desperately searching for something you can't remember.

Later that day, you wander through the park, the familiar path leading you to the ice cream stand. You buy a cone, the sweet taste bringing a fleeting smile to your lips.

As you sit on the bench, enjoying the cool treat, you see him once again.

He is walking with a group of friends, laughing, his smile bright and carefree. He has the same soft features, the same dimple in his cheek, the same gentle eyes that have haunted your dreams. His laughter is the same, the familiar sound of joyous camaraderie that you have heard every night. But it is the way he looks, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, the way his hair falls over his forehead, that sends a surge of emotions through you.

A wave of recognition washes over you, but it is fleeting, like a shadow disappearing into the sunlight.

His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, and you feel a rush of warmth, a glimmer of something familiar. Your breath catches in your throat. You feel a sudden, inexplicable urge to run to him, to tell him that you know him, that you love him, that you have been searching for him for what feels like an eternity. There is an intense connection, a pull that seems to transcend time and space. Those eyes, they hold a familiarity that sends a jolt through your entire being. His gaze is intense, piercing, but also delicate and loving, as if he recognizes you from a different lifetime.

But then, the wave of recognition recedes, leaving you with a sense of confusion and emptiness. You don't know him. You don't remember him.

He smiles at you, a warm, genuine smile, and your heart aches.

You gave him a small smile back. You can't explain it, but you know that you have to see him again, to find out who he is, to understand the strange connection that you feel to him.

As you walk away, you feel a strange, almost desperate longing, a feeling like a piece of you is missing. You know that you have to find him again, to uncover the mystery of the boy with the dimple, to find out what he meant when he whispered, “Only if you say yes.”

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[swiftieblyth]

I love your writing!! May I please request a fic with George Weasley and his pregnant muggle wife? George and his family doting on her and it’s super sweet and adorable? Reader being besties with Fred lol 💖

More Weasley’s

warnings- pregnancy, fluff

George!” You yelled, from bed, hands running along your ever growing bump, the twins kicking you in all directions.

“What is it love?” George asked, running in.

“Help me up. I’m too big to move!” You pouted.

It wasn’t exactly wrong. You were nearing the end of your pregnancy caring Weasley Twins.

“Okay, darling,” George let out, going to your side and helping you up. “Do you need anything?”

“Rub my back!” You ordered. George smiled and started kneading his way through the knots in your back. You sighed and relaxed a little. “Thank you Georgie!”

“Of course darling. Do you need anything before we go to my parents?”

“No. I’ll need help getting ready though.”

“Of course my love, let’s get you three some breakfast first though.”

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You were standing at the sink, trying to get your dress on but failing to do so, ending up with a terrible cramp in your back and much more discomfort from the babies inside.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” George asked, walking in to see you crying.

“I can’t get my dress on.”

“Oh, it’s okay baby. I’ve got it.” George helped you put your dress on, then crouched down, cradling your bump in his hands. “Hey babies. It’s Daddy, I need you to stop making Muma cry. I hate when she cries.”

“I love you Georgie,” you breathed, racking your figures through his red hair.

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“We’re here!” George called, opening the door to the Burrow, helping you walk in.

“Oh there they are!” Mrs. Weasley let out, walking to you too.

“Hi, Mum,” George smiled, hugging her.

“Hi, Y/N,” she smiled, carefully hugging you. “How are you?”

“Good but exhausted.” You smiled.

“Why don’t you go sit down, dearie, we’re just finishing up dinner, but everyone else is in the living room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, as George helped you to the living room. He helped you down on the couch, making you let out a sigh as George sat down next to you.

“Any signs of my niece and nephew coming yet?” Fred asked, exited for them to be there.

“Not yet, Fred.” George let out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and putting his other hand on your bump next to your hands.

“But if you keep pestering me about it they might,” you remarked, looking at your best friend.

“What? I’m just ready to see the next generations Weasley twins.”

“Oh no. They might be Weasley twins, but they will not be going around pranking people all the time!” You scolded.

“You don’t know that Y/N/N,” Fred sing sung. “They could be just like me and Georgie.”

“That would be a nightmare.” You recalled. “I never had to deal with you two as babies. Dad, how bad were Fred and George as babies?”

“Well,” Arthur started. “Um, about how you would think.”

“Oh great.” You sighed.

“Don’t worry love.” George cooed, kissing your temple. “I’ll be right here to help.”

“I love you.”

“Diner’s ready!” Mrs. Weasley called.

You sighed as everyone got up and went the dining room.

“Come her, darling, I’ve got you.” George cooed, helping you up.

You grunted in discomfort as babies shifted, fighting each other and hitting you in the process. You got light headed and leaned on George. Head resting on his shoulder, hands rubbing your swollen abdomen.

“You dizzy?” George asked, kissing your head.

“Mm,” you hummed. “Light headed.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

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“So, Y/N,” Ginny smiled, as you ate. “Are you excited for the twins?”

“Yes! I can’t wait to get them out of me.” You smiled, looking at your bump. “I just hope they have the signature Weasley red hair.”

“I’m sure they will, dearie.” Molly smiled.

“Thanks, Mum.” You replied.

“When they are born, Molly and I will be more than happy to look after them when ever you two need us to.”

“Thank you, Dad.” George smiled, running his hand along the bump, calming the babies down. “Once they’re born, Fred said he wouldn’t mind taking care of the shop, so I can stay at the hospital with Y/N. Then once they’re all three home, I’ll stay home and take care of them.”

“And of course you can all visit when they come.” You smiled, finished your food, and resting your head on George’s shoulder. A content smile on your face.

[rfsmith]

(Totally not happening to but is inspired by my current events)

When the kids are throwing up everywhere sick, here’s how Brozone reacts:

John Dory: the man has the weirdest remedies, BUT THEY WORK. Don’t ask him how he knows these things, he probably doesn’t remember, he was drunk, drugged, and travel for two decades. He learned a thing or two. Doesn’t lose his cool unless the throw up is on him, then he tries to hold it in but has to go vomit himself.

Bruce: don’t skip a beat, another kid sick, alright cool another day in the job of Fatherhood. He’s the one who makes the soup, enforced bedrest, and needs Brandy’s help to restrain the kid a bit to give them their medicine. He hates seeing his kids sick, but he doesn’t want it spreading around the island either. He’d be the one they go to first because Brandy would tell them “go tell your dad.” She’s tired, she helps where she can, but Bruce is the default parent and he’s cool with it.

Clay: follows the schedule time for the medication on the dot and is behind that kid every step they take. He’d be telling everyone to be quiet and it’s a silent mini golf day or else they’ll close early. There’s no stopping the troll, he’s co runs the place so his word is kinda law. Vivia just lets him because otherwise they’ll get VERY serious Clay and he’s REALLY NOT FUN. Has a nurse mask and gloves, only reason he’s not wearing a hazmat suit is because he let another troll use it can it came back torn. He’d be the one reading funny stories and trying to do anything to keep the kid entertained in bed, even changing his voice and hair to exaggerate the stories.

Floyd: totally freaks out, calls his brothers for help. Burns the soup, gets throw up on him, the boy is stressing and HE NEEDS HELP. (I headcanon he doesn’t have kids, so he doesn’t even know how he got into this situation)

Branch: first of all, the WHOLE village would try to take over for the care of the heir. He’s literally fighting off everyone to get out of his pod or bunker (I headcanon bunker) and is getting annoyed with everyone trying to advise him on what to do. He’s been on his own since he was a baby, he knows what to do. Has a few weird remedies and recipes that do not taste great, but they work faster than any medicine. He doesn’t care for the vomit on him, there are showers and washers but he refuses to make his kid feel bad when they’re already sick. When they want cuddles or songs sung, he’s there for it.

[perksofbeingpoet]

it is early morning. sunbeams tickle todd’s eyelids open, slipping into the warmth of his dreams with an apple-pie scented softness. the leaves outside are crispy red and orange, golden fire of change, but the air hasn’t turned cold yet. the blanket is exactly the right weight, and todd doesn’t hurry to get up.

he can hear soft laughter from pitts’ and meeks’ room, fragments of a song being sung by sleep-sticky lips. his own lips turn upwards into a smile without him needing to decide on that action, and todd’s chest fills with light at the realisation. he’s happy. he’s really happy here.

the echo of a song is still in the back of his mind, images of charlie dancing, knox’s laughter. isn’t todd so very very lucky to be awake, alive, surrounded by these people, people who make happiness easy?

it’s like an instinct, a reflex, to look over at the other bed at that thought. neil’s still sleeping, his restless body so calm that todd can almost feel the comforting tides of neil’s breath. his hair is dark and messy on his pillow, like sea grass. it looks soft. the late summer sun pours gold over neil’s face, shows all the little spots and moles dotted across it like an artist’s signature, painted by his finest brush. he’s so pretty.

he’s so pretty, and todd has to swallow thickly because some sort of sentimental feeling rushes over him at the sight of neil sleeping, neil with his guard down. i’ll keep you safe, todd thinks. we’ll keep you safe. your laughter has found its place in my chest and i won’t let it go.

todd hears a soft thud from the room next door, and pitts groaning in pain – probably correlated, probably the wardrobe door. he laughs, pushes the blankets away. the nostalgia is gone, there’s something else inside him; a fluttering burst of energy. the september sun paints a rectangle on the worn floor of their room, and todd steps on it like a bridge to neil’s bed.

“mornin’, neil”, he whispers, sitting down on the other’s bed, feeling the mattress dip beneath his weight. neil groans and scrunches up his nose like a cat and turns away.

todd huffs half a laugh. “come on”, he says, shaking neil’s shoulder. “you don’t wanna miss breakfast, do you?”

neil is sleep-warm, he looks younger like this, still all soft and pink and raw from sleepiness, and todd wants to kiss him. “neil”, he says, “you gotta stand up. i’ll have to resort to force if you don’t.”

he hears neil chuckle into his pillow and todd’s heart flutters and shakes. “oh yeah?”, neil mumbles, still turned away, half hidden under the blanket. “i’d like to see you try.”

todd laughs and then he flops down on top of neil, laying on him full force. “get oofff”, neil complains, trying to roll over and push todd away, “you’re so heavy!”

they’re both laughing, and neil does emerge from his blanket, sleepy eyed and with a grin he’s fighting very hard not to let show. “jeez, you could have just pulled the blanket away.”

todd runs a hand through neil’s hair, soft and messy and smelling like starry nights, and smiles at him with his whole face. “can’t believe you’re complaining about having me in your bed, i thought you said-”

“i did”, neil says, a spark in his pine-needle eyes, “and i’m not really complaining, you know that.” he pulls todd in for a kiss (does it so simply todd’s chest opens up into an endless blue sky, because he still can’t believe this is a thing they just do now), and todd hums a yes against his lips.

the bed is soft and warm beneath them, and sunlight makes the tips of neil’s hair look golden, like amber. todd kisses neil’s face until neil is belly-laughing into it. pitts and meeks are still singing in the room next to them.

“you know”, neil says, looking at todd with the sun in his eyes, “i really, really like you, todd.”

todd smiles. the leaves outside are not moving, there’s no wind. just an open blue sky, and an endless day stretched out in front of them, full of potential. he nudges neil’s shoulder.

“come on, loverboy. we’ll miss breakfast.”

happy birthday, mia! <3333 i'll write you a real birthday note into your asks but please know i love you lots and hope this turned out as you wanted it to. love you always @yourfavvgal <3