#HEY HEY SADNESSS

[alcinas-big-ass-simp]

Hey

I read your answer so maybe something simple, I had a bad and a stressfull day at work, I just want to grab my plushie (yes even if Im an adult I keep my favorite plushie with me, its a wolf) and cry

How alcina and the girls will react at reader being like this and cheer them up

Have a nice weekend!

~ The Lady D and Bela comforting sad Reader ~

Note: I'm so sorry that you had a bad and stressful day at work dear but yes I can completely do this ask! Since you just said Alcina and the girls, I will be guessing you meant her and her daughters! And sorry for this taking so so so long tho—

• By the black god you had a stressful and terrible day at work, It brought your whole mood down

• All you wanted to do was go home and cuddle your favorite plushie that always brought you comfort in you're saddest times. It always somehow improved your mood and that's exactly what you did when you got home, you just grabbed your plushie and plopped in your Lover's bed crying.

• Their scent always was able to calm you down along with your plushie but they were not here right now but your favorite plushie was so that at least calmed you down at least a little bit... You were just laying in their bed with their blanket around you holding you tight like they would if they were here

• Even though you felt kind of lonely, you knew how much they had to do so you just sat there in deafening silence..

• Until you heard the door creek open?.

• Alcina didn't even know you were in her room until she ducked under the door frame and fixed her hat and then that's when she saw you crying under the covers of her bed with a,,,, plushie in your arms?... Specifically a [ Redacted ] plushie? Well the plushie is quite cute, she can't lie about that but never mind about that she was quite worried about why are you in her bed looking all sad

• Looking at the plushie and looking back at your face, she really didn't know how to act like everything stop for a little bit.. But then she looked back at the plushie you were holding, she has never seen this plush around the house?.. Were you hiding this plushie from her or something?

• Before she can even say anything to you, you made direct eye contact with her accidentally and by the black Gods, she could feel her dead heart break into a million pieces just from the look on your sad face, especially your red puffy eyes stained from crying.. it just took a couple seconds to even muster up a sentence to say to you

• “Draga,, What happened to you?. Did someone do or say something to you?” She said in the most softest voice she can possibly muster up at the moment, Alcina immediately assumes by default that your sadnesss was someone else's doing so she can slice them to death for even having the audacity to make you this sad

• I mean she's kind of right but kind of wrong?— “No, it was just work.. It kicked my ass....” You explained, your voice was barely above a whisper as you mumbled it into your plushie after you said that she gave you a look of pity and sat down at the end of the bed making sure not to touch you if you didn't want to be touched.

• If you want to be touched she won't mind at all! instantly taking you in her arms with your little plushie friend, Alcina always wants you to know that she can be a safe place so she will do all that she can to make you feel better with her touch if you want it. She will sit there holding you for hours and letting you cry or vent to her but she also won't mind sitting there in silence holding you

• She is the type to hold you in her arms like a baby and rock you back and forth until all of your troubles disappeared, she's so so motherly towards you at this time, Once you finish crying or venting in her arms tho, she will be praising you a whole bunch for being so strong for telling her and for letting out your emotions positively!

• And if you don't want physical contact at this time, She doesn't mind if she has to sit there for hours waiting for you to finally talk or vent to her about all of this, she doesn't mind sitting in peaceful Silence with you, if thats what helps you <3

• But in the end she really doesn't care about the plushie, if it helps you and you like it! She doesn't mind it being in her house. She maybe even get cute little outfits for it if you want! If you're happy she's happy <3

• Bela only came back to her room to get a book that she needed for something but well- all of that got through out of the window when she saw you on her bed crying like something just terrible happened. She honestly didn't even see the plushie that you were holding at the moment since all of her focus was on you!

• She could feel her heart clunch from seeing you all sad and depressed like this, she knew she needed to do something fast before it got worse or anything like that so she's slowly walked over to her bed, making sure that her footsteps were quiet and that she wasn't making any loud noise that could possibly spook you when you are already down in the dumps

• Once she got to her bed that you are all snuggled up in, she sat down on the side of the bed next to you. “Dear, Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” Bela made sure to have her voice soft as maybe to bring you more comfort in this situation. “No.. it was just that work today was terrible..” At your little explanation she nods, she's not going to pass for any more details

• “Would you like me to stay here and comfort you or leave you alone if you just need some alone time dear?” Bela also made sure to sound as polite as possible, wanting you to know that you have an option to have your own personal space If you need it to calm down so if you do need some time alone she will gladly give it to you and come back later with some food and a drink

• But if you want her to stay and comfort her she will also do that gladly! She's willing to do anything for you at that moment when you are clearly suffering, she's the type to put your head on her lap as she combs her fingers through your ruffled hair and sing a sweet calming melody for you since she's not really new to this cuz she's the oldest sister, Cassandra and Daniela normally always come to her for comfort since their mother is busy almost all the time

• And after everything is finally calms and settles down, that's when Bela will notice the plushie that you have all snuggled up in your arms, she was first confused about it but she just shrugged her shoulders since if it makes you happy and you love it, she won't care if you have it at all

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I could not think of anything else for the other two- I kind of just kept this in my draft because I couldn't finish it but I kept thinking I could but I officially gave up so- djhdhd sorryyy-

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[mywaay]

Have you heard of Mike the crooner

Who feel in love with with someone quite lunar

He cheated and he lied It led to his demise

How I wish I’d done something sooner

~ A limerick by Buster Moon

[kamotoshi]

intent [kamo noritoshi x reader]

pairing: kamo noritoshi (the good one) x sorcerer! fem reader 

genre: fluff, comfort

warnings: the whole story revolves around the reader being injured so there are brief mentions of medication, pain, and injuries; toshi bein a headass

word count: 3.7k

overview: you have to wonder what your best friend’s intentions are when he’s gone out of his way to visit you during every day of your recovery, no matter how busy he is

On one of the walls surrounding you, the clock’s hand shifts from one minute to the next. Through the speakers of your laptop, the movie you’ve stopped paying attention to long ago drones on in the background. Instead of focusing on the plot, you’ve taken to gazing out the window, watching the lush foliage outside painted vivid oranges and blues by the sunlight breaking through dark clouds dance in the breeze, as if celebrating the end of yet another spring shower. It feels hard to remember the last time you went for a walk outside—or anywhere, for that matter—and the more you think about how painful it is to be bedridden and out of action, the more you start to feel the dull, seemingly constant aches laying siege to your exhausted body.

Thankfully, the sound of the door to your temporary living quarters opening and closing again distracts you from your depressing thoughts, and, instead, makes your heart flutter with hope. Plastic crinkling, fabric shifting, and footsteps padding along the floor reach your ears next before a tall and familiar figure appears in the doorway to the bedroom. There’s a moment’s hesitation on his journey into the room, as if he’d been worried about disturbing you, but he continues with confidence when he sees you’re awake and expecting him.

With a small smile, you greet him, “Hey, ‘Toshi.”

“Hey,” he replies, “how are you feeling?” The long sleeves of his loose-fitting robes flutter behind him like a butterfly’s wings as he wanders over to the chair beside the bed you’ve been confined to for the past few days.

You shrug, glancing down at the bandages peeking out from beneath the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m alright, I guess.”

His eyes dart from the screen of your laptop to your own gaze, then back again. With furrowed brows, he adds, “What are you watching?”

“I wish I could tell you.”

“What’s the point of putting something on if you’re not gonna watch it? What else were you even doing?” he questions.

A scoff echoes from your throat at the fact that you’ve become the sudden subject of an unnecessary interrogation over such a trivial topic, but you can’t help the wry chuckle that follows upon noticing his unfazed expression. As usual, he doesn’t see the issue in such small debates. “I always could leave it to you to argue about the most irrelevant things.” In spite of the dull, warning pain that pangs in the side of your torso, you reach over to move your fingers over your laptop’s trackpad, but Noritoshi quickly stops you and does the job for you.

“Has everyone here been taking care of you while I’ve been gone?” is his next, surprisingly relevant question.

Leaning back against the pillows propped up behind you should give your body a sense of ease, but after spending so much time in one spot, you’re desperate to do the opposite instead. “Yeah. They’ve been checking in on me and bringing me food and painkillers, so I can’t complain.” Your lips curl into a small, devious grin when you mention, “You know, I went on a walk around the place with one of your servants and he told me all these funny stories about you when you were little, including the one where you accidentally gave yourself an awful haircut and refused to leave home without a hat.”

Self-consciously, he fingers the wrappings holding his dark strands of hair together, mindlessly beginning to unravel them. Though his attention is conveniently directed at the computer screen, you can see the blush that dusts his cheeks before his hair falls in front of his face when he removes its bindings. As much as you want to tease him over the event that had happened during his childhood, you find yourself at a brief loss for words at how he looks now. The way your heart thrums just a bit faster and harder is undeniable and fills your body with a different kind of pain, since you wonder if he’s ever looked at you the same way you’re looking at him.

Tracing over the handsome features of his face with your gaze, resisting the urge to separate the kinks in his hair from being held together so tightly all day, hoping you become the center of his attention again.

“You know we have movies here, right?”

His comment abruptly interrupts your thoughts, and you clear your throat before shooting back a, “What?”

“The one you’re watching is horrible.”

“Oh? And how would you know?”

He purses his lips and glances over at you out of the corner of his eye. There’s a somewhat uncomfortable pause before he blurts out, “A friend.”

“You’re a horrible liar,” you retort with a snicker.

You swear you see a hint of a smile playing at his lips as he sits back in his chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “I’ll bring back a better one from my room for us to watch after I go and change.” When his dark eyes meet with yours, there’s a tinge of something indiscernible in them. Sadnesss, regret, maybe a bittersweet kind of relief? It reminds you of how he’d first looked at you when he’d helped you into the bed in which you lie now.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” You shake your head. “Alright. I picked some stuff up from the store. I’ll be back to cook in ten minutes.” He frowns at the shocked expression that appears across your face at the mention of him cooking, since it’s such a rare occasion—due mostly to his lack of skill in the area—and rises to his feet once more. He does, however, extend his hand toward you and say, “Come on, I’ll help you into the other room since I know you’d be too worried sitting in here while I make us something to eat.”

A coy smile forms across your lips as you shove the covers aside, exposing your legs clad in sweatpants to the cool air in the room. “You know me so well, don’t you?” is the remark you send his way in a facetious manner that only fuels Noritoshi’s chagrin. His hand feels incredibly warm against yours when he grabs it to help you out of your confinement in the shape of a memory foam mattress, and you tighten your grip around it as your legs tremble with fatigue. Moving closer to you, he allows you to wrap your arms around one of his to support yourself, bringing your body flush against his

“Eight years.”

“Huh?” Your eyes, which had been formerly directed at the floor to mask the effects of your racing heart, shoot upwards toward him.

His eyebrows furrow in that judgmental, what do you mean ‘huh’? type of look he always made and wondered why others recoiled at the sight of it. “That’s how long we’ve known each other, so it’s no wonder why I know you so well.”

Giving his arm a playful squeeze, you shoot back, “Didn’t know you’d been keeping count.”

“It’s basic math.”

“’Toshi… you’re so, brutally honest. No wonder I’m, like, your only friend.”

“So?” he murmurs, arm dipping to support you, then lifting once more when your leg nearly gives out on you, “I’d rather have you than anyone else.”

The way he lets what he’s just said be known in his unabashedly straightforward manner of speaking, without tacking any other comments on to verify his intentions are purely platonic sends a wave of comforting warmth washing over you. Over the years, you’ve known him for his sometimes abrasively candid nature, but you’ve always appreciated that he’s never left you to question the value he places on your friendship. In spite of his shy tendencies that seemed to be limited mostly to interactions with you when the two of you had first become friends, he’d never been one to beat around the bush—and he still didn’t now.

Though you’ve always assumed his comments like the one he’d just made were meant in a friendly way, you can’t help but wonder if maybe there is something he’s not being forthcoming about. If maybe his more relaxed pace while walking with you accompanied by his lingering touch as he helps you onto the couch is his way of prolonging the time during which he gets to be closer to you. If maybe the subtle softness to his expression while he watches you settle is a result of love rather than just a superficial level of concern. If maybe him opening his clan’s estate to you as a refuge where you could safely recover had been done out of a deeper affection he harbored for you instead of his own guilt at not being able to protect you in the situation that had led to your injury.

But these are speculations you force into the back of your mind out of the fear you’re being imaginative and presumptuous. Surely, if he’d felt anything more than friendship towards you, he would’ve said something by now… right? It’s getting harder to believe with each visit he spends at your bedside, falling asleep with his head on your shoulder while he’s sitting beside you or resting by your legs as he slumps over onto the bed from where he sits in his chair. Seeing him go out of his way to support you, as he’s doing now while he stands in front of the stove—glaring at all the ingredients before him like he’s attempting to intimidate them into making a meal out of themselves—doesn’t help rid you of your persistent thoughts either.

Thankfully, you’re able to find a bit of distraction through conversation with him about his day. Between your glances over at him, you take to staring out the window, watching the rain come pounding down against the earth once more. Unbeknownst to you, Noritoshi finds his eyes on your form each time he looks up from what he’s doing, but they flicker back to the task at hand upon noticing your head turn back to keep a careful watch on him. Unfortunately, the moment you smell good food is when you let your guard down, and it’s not until there’s a haze in the room that you realize you’ve had too much faith in him.

Tearing your gaze away from the flowers Tōdō had brought you earlier in the morning, you shoot a pointed look over your shoulder at where Noritoshi stands in the kitchen. “Noritoshi, the food’s burning.”

“No, it’s still cooking,” is his swift response laced with confidence, as is usual for him. There’s a loud sizzle when he nudges whatever’s in the skillet onto the other side, sending another plume of smoke upwards

“It’s literally smoking.”

With a sigh, he turns on the fan above the oven and quells the flame beneath the pan with a turn of one of the knobs. Rolling up the sleeves of his sweater, he prods rather cautiously at what you can only assume is a lump of coal with a fork. You don’t need to see his face to know that he’s realized the error of his ways, since his broad shoulders slump ever so slightly. You’re sure part of him wants desperately to say that it’s not that bad, but you only hear the grating sound of him chipping away at the scorched food.

It’s hard to keep a straight face, especially when he turns away from the disastrous attempt at cooking to face you and ask:

“So, what do you want to eat for dinner?”

Your answer to his question finds a box of your favorite food in your lap about a half hour later, and him close by your side as the two of you eat and watch one of the movies he’d brought over from his room. With the darkness of the sky outside and the warmth residing inside you both at having enjoyed a meal much more pleasant than the one he’d tried and failed to make, it’s no wonder you find him dozing off. And it’s only a matter of time before his head comes to rest against your shoulder—an action you can only assume was done unintentionally in his sleep, but that sends heat rising up to your face anyway.

As much as you enjoy having him close and feeling his deep breaths tickle your collarbone, you decide to nudge him back into consciousness after about fifteen minutes of letting him snooze in case he wants to go back to his own room.

“’Toshi…?”

“Hey,” he murmurs nearly unintelligibly, “are you okay? Do you need anything?” The level of concern in his voice and the questions he asks before his eyes have even fluttered open make it challenging to hide the grin that threatens to spread across your lips. Your noses nearly brush when he lifts his head, and the small squeak you nearly let out soon morphs into a gentle chuckle at the way he blinks slowly and knits his brows together with confusion as he tries to regain his bearings.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you assure him, “I’m fine. I was just wondering if you wanted to go to bed.”

He frowns. “Maybe,” is his reply exhaled in a deep sigh as he stands so he can offer you his hand once more. “C’mon, I’ll help you back to the bedroom.”

There’s a somewhat heavy silence in the air after you thank him and latch onto his arm to steady yourself. Whereas his lack of chattiness is most likely from his own fatigue weighing heavily on him, yours stems from one of the many questions that’s been lingering in your mind. With the way he’d been going out of his way to assist you and keep you company between his missions, you can’t help but wonder what his true intentions are—and if he’ll tell you when asked. You don’t know if you can bring yourself to ask, however, and your own self-consciousness keeps you quiet while he helps you back into your temporary bed yet again.

He lingers, though, almost as if he can sense you have something on your mind with the way you’ve gone silent. So, he takes a seat beside you on the plush mattress and places his hands in his lap. The flash of lightning that brings a slow, rumbling roar of thunder along with it distracts him for a moment and his fingers grip each other tightly. He hates thunderstorms, and you’re one of the only people who know. In a movement that feels instinctual, you reach for his hand, sending a soft smile his way when he slides his clammy palm between your warm ones.

Maybe it’s because you know he’s feeling just as vulnerable as you are—which is a rare occasion with the walls he’s built up around his more personal thoughts and feelings—but words start rolling off your tongue before you can stop them.

“Say, ‘Toshi?” you ask. He hums in response, the low tone of his voice nearly lost beneath the rhythmic thrumming of rain crashing down against the roof. “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” Though his words were laced with exhaustion not that long ago, he seems much more alert now. Whether it’s his fear or his intrigue, you’re unsure, but his eyes meeting yours makes your breath hitch in your throat for a moment. The way you’re acting now brings a question you don’t intend on voicing to the forefront of your mind: How did I manage to deny my feelings for so long?

But the one you ask is: “Why are you doing all this for me?”

His brow raises. “What do you mean?” In a manner that’s comedic to you, he glances around the room, looking for whatever it is you’re referencing.

“I mean everything. Letting me stay here, taking care of me when you’re here, baking me dessert; hell, you even tried to cook me dinner.” Another clap of thunder gives you pause, and his fingers tighten around one of your hands. “So, what’s all this for?”

Brushing a few strands of raven-colored hair away from his face with his unoccupied fingers, he states, “I wanted to be the one to take care of you.”

Your face tingles with prickles of heat at his comment, but the sensation fades slightly when you notice his gaze has dropped to his lap and he’s allowed his bangs to shroud his expression. He doesn’t have the look of determination or even adoration in his eyes of someone who’s ready to confess their feelings. No, he looks guilty.

“Why?”

He fills his lungs with a deep breath that he releases in a drawn-out sigh before answering, “Because if I hadn’t suggested we split up during that mission, then this wouldn’t have happened to you.” The warm feeling of hope that had been swelling in your heart grows cold, like a flame extinguished by an icy gust of wind. “I needed to be the one to take care of you since I got you into this mess. This whole thing was my fault.”

“Oh, I see.” The biting undertones of your words don’t go unnoticed by him like they might normally would, since he lifts his head to look at you. With a shrug, you snap, “So you’re only doing all this to clear your guilty conscience, then?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” is his rebuttal spoken with brows furrowed.

“What the hell else was that supposed to mean, then? How was I meant to take that? Because to me it just sounds like you’re doing this to make yourself feel better.”

He shakes his head in an act of irritation toward himself. “Yes, I feel guilty, but that’s not the main reason why I’m doing this.”

“What, did you do it to be seen as a hero? An amazing sorcerer who’s also an admirable friend? Someone capable of doing the right thing?” you retort sarcastically, the sting of rejection parading as rage tainting your tongue.

“I’m doing it because I love you!”

In the long, somewhat awkward silence that follows his confession, you almost expect his face to fall. For him to realize that he’d revealed something that he hadn’t meant to. Or, worse, for him to tack the condition, “as a friend,” onto the end of it.

But the honesty in his dark eyes doesn’t waver. He doesn’t turn away and mutter about wishing he hadn’t said what he did. He doesn’t backtrack to revise his confession in a way that would keep you safely in the friend zone.

Instead, he says it again with the same level of confidence: “I love you.”

And adds, “More than I think you understand.”

His grip around your hand tightens in a gentle manner different to the fear with which he’d clutched it before with each flash of lightning outside. “You… do?” you whisper as your heart begins to ache in the tight vise of regret you now feel at your outburst. He nods without hesitation in response, and a small tug on his sleeve beckons him closer to you, driving away the chill in the air between your bodies.

For a moment, neither of you move, and, instead, gaze at each other as if your eyes are speaking silent reassurances. Despite the confident nature of his words, his actions are somewhat timid, since you don’t feel his breath fan across your face until you cup his in your hands. But, as soon as you utter those same words in return and press your lips to his, he kisses away any lingering doubts or worries, as well as your quiet apologies. While the storm rages on outside, you can only hear your own heartbeat and the short breaths you take between each tender yet passionate meeting of your lips. It feels as if a great deal of time has passed before you pull away, and you’re grateful for every second of it.

Without so much as a second thought, you make yourself at home in his arms already wrapped around you, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His warmth envelops you when he carefully tightens his grip around you to avoid hurting you, and any pain you’d felt earlier seems to dissipate in the glow of happiness and overwhelming relief that have taken its place. Noritoshi nestles his face against the side of yours, and his body steadily becomes heavier against yours until the peace is disturbed by another roar sounding from the skies above.

“This storm’s not letting up anytime soon,” he sighs, “Want me to stay here with you?”

Before you can even answer, he starts peeling back the covers and settling himself down in bed beside you. And in spite of your heart fluttering with joy at the thought of him spending the night with you, the opportunity to tease him is too enticing for you to let it slip away. “Why would I need you to stay here with me, huh?”

As usual, however, he’s unnerved by your attempt at catching him off-guard, and calmly replies, “In case the power goes out or you can’t sleep because of all the noise, obviously.”

A wry chuckle bubbles in your throat as you lie down beside him and move the side of your head onto his chest. “Obviously. Where would I be without you here to take care of me? I’m very lucky to have someone as diligent as you are by my side, aren’t I?” you simper.

His fingers interlace with the ones you have resting on his torso running absentmindedly along the soft fabric of his sweater. Giving your hand a tender squeeze and pausing a moment to admire the way your palm fits into his, he murmurs, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Your last statement had been delivered somewhat facetiously but seeing the way his cheek comes to rest against the pillow so he can look over at you with only pure, unwavering honesty makes you add, in a more serious tone, “That makes two of us, then.”

[bbhyeoliskooks]

its my first time use this apps ... can you make angsts ( yeonjun ¿ ) wheres yeonjun regret leave y/n and ( just dont make y/n look desperately needed junnie ) sorry i live for men suffer HAHA

❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐈𝐭?❞

ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ.

Pairing: Yeonjun x Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: 6 cups of angst bc man is this sad

Warnings: None

Song: 그대와 내가 내리는 달빛 아래서 눈물을 흘릴 때

Out of all things to happen today, Yeonjun was least expecting to bump into you. Quite literally. On the street next to someone whom he thought to be your significant other- his old best friend from high school, Soobin.

At first he was going to say hello to the tall boy when they both realized that it was each other. He shot a smile at him, however to his surprise Soobin responded back with a deep grimace. He wondered why for a few seconds since it’d been a while since they’ve seen each other and he hadn’t done anything remotely bad towards him. But then when he looked to the side and saw it was you... his heart sputtered in his chest, creating those childish butterflies in his stomach- similar to the time when he met you for the first time. 

And gosh, were you stunning. Absolutely shining in your spot as you worriedly murmured a sorry, raising up your hands in forgiveness and quickly recognizing that it was your ex, Choi Yeonjun. It was a surprise to see that he was doing well, but the encounter didn’t matter to what you had now.

You simply smiled at him- that gorgeous smile that had him paralyzed in his spot- showing that you didn’t care it was him you met again, although accidentally. To see him wasn’t your business in the first place. You weren’t acquainted, friends, lovers, or anything like that unfortunately- well, at least not anymore. This time, he was nothing to you. Nothing at all.

“Sorry!”

The moment he heard your voice, he was going to say something- say literally anything so that he’d at least get to catch up with you. But his frozen stature wouldn’t allow him to do what he wanted, and his grip on the umbrella handle tightened.

There wasn’t anything to say now. Not when you were happy with someone else.

“Hey, be careful! Don’t just bump into a stranger, you silly goose!” He heard from Soobin just a few feet away from where you bumped into each other. You only laughed at his affectionate words, your shoes creating splashes on the puddles underneath you. “Alright, love. I won’t bump into anymore strangers.” But how about we get some cake before we go home?”

Stranger...?

It was funny, wasn’t it? For him to be someone you didn’t know? After every second you’ve been together? He shouldn’t have expected anything. What right did he have- the last time you saw each other and now when you were truly glowing, foolishly in love with another- when he tore you apart that day in the past?

The boy you loved to the moon and back was just a stranger to you now, wasn’t he? A stranger that obviously meant nothing to you, just like how he should’ve felt at that moment. And yet... Yeonjun was thinking of the memories a few months ago where the two of you were happy together before he broke up with you. Of what could’ve been. Of what he could’ve done with you before he shattered both you and your poor heart. Like a stupid fool that didn’t deserve anything because he caused pain to someone he treasured most in his stuttering, cracking heart. 

“Y-yeah,” he said to no one in particular, wet tears trickling down his cheeks, “Sorry.”

His umbrella fell on the floor, dropped and discarded on the street as the rain pouring from above drizzled his hair in tiny specks of water. The light turned green for the cars, signaling them to go, but Yeonjun couldn’t allow himself to take a step forward to where he was going. Many of the cars honked over and over again, some to be in a hurry from the way they cursed at him, some to be getting out of their vehicles just to move the boy out of kindness, but ultimately Yeonjun didn’t care.

It was over... his love was over, and there wasn’t any chance in the world that he would be able to show that love for you ever again.

Released: May 1, 2021 (12:40pm)

Thoughts: THIS GOES PERFECT WITH MY MOOD, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE SADNESSS. and rn i’m feeling that way so why not 🥰🥰 i’m so sorry for the wait as well ! but i really enjoyed making this... although it’s a bit short, so i hope you don’t mind??? ++ i’m glad you requested this, you did well sending an ask, love !

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[musette22]

hey Minnie! I hope your day turned out to be a great one!

over the past few weeks I took a break from reading countless stucky fics (agh assignments🙄) and last week I came across some intriguing fics which involved some other ships I adore from different fandoms and indulged myself a little. And after reading 3 fics, I realized that no other ship and fanfiction relating to it can make me feeeel what I feel when I read a stucky fic- like I don't mean to disrespect the authors because the other fics were really awesome but I don't know! I cannot properly describe it. The thrill, the joy, the sadnesss (i love me some angst with a happy ending ofc!) that courses through me when I read the beautiful beautiful stucky fics that this wonderful fandom has to offer. Reading stucky fics is a truely unmatched feeling😩

In other words, this is just me realizing (not for the first time) that Steve & Bucky will forever be my number one OTP and I am very much okay with that💘 and that the creators of this amazing fandom have spoiled me rotten with their glorious fanfics and fanarts to the point where nothing else compares❤️ and that I love every. single. one. of. them. with my whole heart <3

Hello sweetheart!! My day was really good, thank you! I hope yours was too?

Aahhh I love hearing this, actually 🥺 Thank you for telling me! I very, very much relate to what you're describing here. I've always been an avid reader, so of course I've read plenty of other amazing (love) stories that I've really enjoyed over the years, but there is just something about this ship that gets to me like nothing else has gotten to me before. No matter how much I read or think about them, I can't get enough of them. There's just this bottomless well of love and fascination for them inside of me that I keep drawing from and it never seems to run dry. It truly is the ship that launched a thousand (well, more like thousands and thousands) fanworks and inspired SO many people, and that's all because Steve and Bucky's story, and their love (and Chris and Sebastian's chemistry) are just very fucking special.

So yes, I completely know what you mean, and I'm so happy to hear Stucky is your forever number one, and it's very much the same for me! 💘

[tonytoponi]

dear dustin,

sorry if this comes off strange! but consider this almost kind of a letter to an author, in this case, to you. i’ve wanted to write/send this for so long but never knew how to put how i felt into words and i feel a lot of things about your works!

to start with, i only found out about your works pretty recently, maybe 2020, but i’ve loved dbh since it came out (i mostly watched people play it because games with too much timed actions/consequences stress me out too much to finish them). but now dbh holds such an important place in my heart and i can honestly say it’s because of your writing, connor and gavin just stole into my heart so damn quick and they haven’t left (i also bought the game even though i won’t play it because i just like having tangible manifestations of things i love so i can hold them in my hands, and i can’t say how much your writing has influenced me to love dbh that much more that i went out to get the game!)

i think one of the first works i’ve read from you was whatever we call beautiful, and i fell completely in love with your writing, i really think you write pain/emotion/love the way i want to read them, so it just consumed me in the best way and i went right ahead to read everything else you’ve written.

it’s quite impossible to rank my favourites from your works, but i’ll give you my love has me in a vice grip and i’ve read it so many times i love everything about it. i loved the journey connor and gavin took, from them hesitantly getting together to the divorce to everything that came after. other ones i’ve read more than once is the inescapable sadnesss, in defence of arson, the earth is not a cold dead place, the last time you were happy and oh no im just realising i’ve probably reread most of your writings i shouldn’t list them all, but in conclusion, i really enjoy your writing.

(also i think your characterisation of gavin has to be my favourite of all ive read. at this point my headcannons of gavin is entirely your version of gavin and i love it.) (i also honestly think meeting you would feel like meeting a celebrity because of how much i revere your writing!)

i’m having a pretty tough time at uni now, going into my third year is pretty stressful, and i look forward to every update of tabp, so i can sink into the story and escape my life for just a little bit! i hope you are taking care of yourself, and have a wonderful day!

sincerely,

w

(ps. was not sure how i should be sending this, so i had to send it as an ask, but you don’t have to publicly reply to it! it’s enough to know the letter reached you well!)

hey!! honestly this message made my day this is so sweet. i'm literally gonna print it out and keep it in my journal to remind me to keep writing. thank u so much. i really just started writing dbh for fun but it's been such a nice fandom to be a part of and make friends in that it was kind of life-changing (i remember getting the game the day before my birthday and playing it through the entire day and just wanting to restart it over and over again)

i'm glad my fics can provide some kind of entertainment and distraction but i really hope uni gets better for you soon!! my classes this year have sucked so much so like, writing is definitely an outlet that helps me with my anxiety about grades & the future.

and always feel free to message me i love talking to people <3

[kang-yoochanie]

YA GIRL FINISHED HIGHSCHOOL WITH A 92% AVERAGE FUCK YEA

[maddiefriendlovesbilly]

can you do a ship prompt for polypie but like mission goes super wrong and one actually dies for like real and,,, sadnesss

(First of all, I just wanna apologize to anon for how long this took?? I kept forgetting to take my medicine because I was off my medicine,,,It literally only took a few hours to write I was just too busy procrastinating and being gay (also adhd but shh.))

The Asylum Case

Rating: PG-13, SFW

Ship: Poly P.I.E. (Ghost/Toast/Spooker/Colon)

Warnings: Lots of angst, Major Character Death, Descriptions of intense pain, Sadness >:3 (Tell me if I missed anything!)

Summary: Ghost recounts exactly how he got into his current predicament, which is dying.

Word Count: 1,829

They’re approximately 30 minutes into the investigation when everything, in Ghost’s humble opinion, goes to shit. “But every P.I.E. investigation goes to shit!” you say. Yes, that is, in fact, true, but Ghost has decided that bleeding out on the floor - very slowly, might he add, which is decidedly not fun - constitutes the creation of a new category of “gone to shit”. “But,” you say, “Why not just respawn?” and again, usually, Ghost would do just that - but there’s just one issue; he can’t. Let’s rewind.

They entered the decrepit asylum, joking and teasing and generally enjoying each other’s company - unsuspecting of the horrors yet to come. Once they were inside, the ghost wasted no time in introducing itself; it screamed its sob-story from nowhere in particular, voice bouncing off the walls and echoing down each corridor, all lined with empty cells. Ghost thought he heard sobbing from the one beside him, and so, using the keys the caretaker - who had been the one to call them to investigate, and who looked about as old and decrepit as the asylum - had given him, unlocked the door and (ignoring the disapproving sigh from Toast, and the alarmed yelps from the other two) entered. A girl sat huddled in the corner, long, matted, black hair cascading over her small form, blocking her face. Her tattered white dress hung loosely, and one sleeve slid from her small trembling shoulder as he approached and knelt down. A familiar dread washed over Ghost as he gently asked, “K-Katrina?”

Abruptly, the girl stopped shaking, before giggling once, twice, and then, neck cracking violently, her head shot up and she stared into his eyes with a wide, manic smile. He edged away, wondering why the others hadn’t entered, hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even made a sound since he’d approached Katrina, but he couldn’t look back, not now, because when he stumbled to his feet, backing away, she followed, neck craning oddly to one side. “Katrina-” he started, pleading, “Kat, hey, it’s me, Johnny! Remember?” He fumbled for the door handle, careening into the hall when it opened. No one else was there.

“Yessssss,” Katrina hissed, drawling, “I remember youuuu…” but she didn’t slow her advance; instead, she just kept hurtling towards him. As he ducked beneath a wild swing of her claw, he glimpsed it - the small, red, rope-pattern lines wrapping around her neck, exposed by its unnatural angle - and choked back a sob. “God, Kat, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry!” he heard himself plead. She didn’t seem to hear him, only muttered, “Johnny, Johnny, I remember, yes I remember Johnny. Johnny!” and took another swing. He scrambled back, gritting his teeth when a razor nail clipped his shoulder, and Katrina’s crazed grin widened. Something inside Ghost twitched at the sight, but he pushed it down, he didn’t have time to panic. “Toast?” he called as he scrambled down the empty hallways, “Spook? Colon?!”

No one answered, and Ghost felt his heart sink.

He fumbled with the keyring, detached it from his belt loop - which proved to be much more difficult while his hands shook violently - and jammed a key into the first lock he came across, throwing open the cell door and slamming it behind him, locking it back.

The old door’s hinges creaked dangerously with the force of Katrina’s hands slamming against it, and Johnny could only pray they didn’t give out under the stress. Slowly, the banging subsided and, hand over heart, he sighed in relief. Pulling out his phone, he hit Toast’s contact, and pulled the phone to his ear, listening to it ring. It clicked, and Toast’s blurted in a near-shout, “Sir, where the fuck are you?!” in the background he heard a short hysterical laugh, and Ghost felt one of his own bubble out past the tightness in his chest and the burning in his shoulder. “Just getting chased by a murderous vision from the past - you know, the usual.”

“Are you injured?”

“She nicked me, but its nothing serious.”

“Don’t do anything dangerous,” Spooker said in the background, “A ghost said we can’t respawn here and we don’t want to chance them being right.”

“Where are you, Sir? We’ll come find you.”

“Er,” Ghost muttered, trying to recall where he was, “I’m in a locked cell right now, not sure what floor - I think it’s B-hall though, so first floor probably,” he paused, putting on a cheery, guide-like voice, “Just follow the sounds of screeching and growling, and you should see a crazy lady pacing outside the door,” he said peeking through the small, barred window. Katrina spotted him and slammed a palm against the door, snarling. “take a sharp turn there and - remember this step because it is crucial okay? - sock her right in the face.”

Toast barked out a sharp, brittle laugh, “We’ll do our best.”

“I’ll see you in a few, I’m gonna hang up now because I don’t want to attract too much attention - these ancient hinges don’t exactly appreciate the abuse we’re putting them through.”

“Alright Sir, be careful.”

And careful he was, but you can’t exactly count on ghosts to obey the laws of physics, or even manners, really, because out of the blue, there was the caretaker, and boy did he look smug. “What a lovely reunion between old friends,” he croaked, “It’s almost enough to warm my cold, dead heart!” then cackled wildly. When Ghost didn’t so much as blink in surprise, he sobered, snapping at him, “Why aren’t you surprised? Everything went perfectly, none of you suspected a thing!”

“Dude, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I hunt ghosts for a living; this plot-twist happens every other week.”

“Damn! Well, either way, you’re gonna die here, so I guess it doesn’t really matter. Dead men tell no tales and all that.”

“Again, hate to do this, but literally every case a ghost says something along the lines of “Ohohoho you’re gonna die anyway, so it doesn’t really matter!” and here I am, alive and only slightly harmed.” Another bang reverberated around the room, and Ghost shuffled uncomfortably but couldn’t look away from the immediate threat.

“Oh, uh, exactly how many cases have you done?”

“Dunno,” Ghost shoved his hands into his pockets, “I’ve been doing this since I was like, sixteen, and our schedule’s kinda all over the place because you can’t really predict when a ghost is gonna show up, but we get at least three to seven cases a week, and about half of them are real.” Another slam, followed by creaking and a final loud rattling sound.

“Huh, half, really?”

“Yeah, people are stupid.”

“Agreed. Speaking of stupid, you let your guard down.”

“Oh.” Things seemed to slow down, a sharp pain stabbing through his back. He looked down, watching three claw-like fingers withdraw from his chest, leaving three little holes all the way through. He collapsed, head falling to the side as he coughed wetly, tasting iron. Almost calmly, he watched as blood pooled around him, before glancing up to the doorway, where the door had been ripped open, and now teetered ominously on its hinges. Katrina loomed over him, blood coating her claws.

And that’s it, that’s how he got here. Seconds later, he hears someone shout his name, and he feels the caretaker’s presence vanish. Katrina glances back, but it doesn’t give her enough time to react before a bullet rips through her solid form, followed by another, then another. She screeches and stumbles back, blindly tripping over the lump of Ghost while trying to shield herself from the incoming bullets. He groans as she falls over him, kicking his wounds. The puddle beneath him ripples, blood traveling in tiny rivers through the imperfections in the concrete floor. Absently, Ghost notes that his sight has gone fuzzy at the edges, and black static is creeping in. Katrina lets out one last screech before disappearing, and as soon as she’s gone Toast, Spooker, and Colon all rush to his side. He smiles weakly as Colon pulls his head into his lap, eyes watery. The other two looked similarly panicked, and Ghost finds himself wheezing, “Hey, it’s really not that bad, okay? You guys can just carry me out of here and I can respawn.” Blood bubbles in his throat as he speaks, and he has to turn to the side to cough it up when it scratches at his throat.

The others glance at each other and Ghost frowns, confused. “What?”

“If we moved you now,” Spooker explains, chewing his lip, “you’d probably die of blood loss before we got outside. And I’m not a doctor but I’m pretty sure you have a punctured lung.”

Ghost’s brows furrow and he laughs sadly. “Sucks to be me I guess…” he ignores the liquid gathering in the back of his mouth, swallowing. “Anybody here magically know first aid?”

They all grimace, shaking their heads. “Ah, well, worth a shot,” he rasps. He feels a tear drip down, catching on his jaw. His chest burns; a hot-cold sensation that tears through him every time he breathes. He can’t focus his eyes anymore, but he looks at the blurry figures he knows are his closest companions - the loves of his life - and smiles, even as more tears follow and he chokes down a gasp of pain. Someone’s holding his face and speaking to him gently, and he can’t understand the words, but he thinks it might be Colon, so he looks up at him. At the same time as a pair of lips meet his temple, and then again and again, until he’s being peppered with kisses. He can feel the body under him shaking now, and through the white-hot burning and the growing ringing in his ears, he makes out stammered apologies and ‘I-love-you’s, and he feels it aching in his bones because it’s not their fault, he did this, and he wishes all the way down to his core that he could go back, that he could undo the pain he knows paints their faces, but he can’t - he’s going to die here, slowly, painfully. The ringing is piercing now and the black static has spread to cover most of his vision, and he thinks he might be screaming, or apologizing, saying goodbye, but he can’t hear anything over the ringing so it’s possible that when he tries to tell them “I love you too” it comes out garbled and incomprehensible. His throat is raw now so he must be screaming, and it’s all so loud until suddenly everything stops.

There’s no ringing, or panic, or crying, or pain. Just empty blackness and total silence. He can’t move, because there’s nowhere to go, there’s nothing here, there’s only void. That is, until the sound of a single raindrop, followed by another, then another, breaks the silence, and like waking up, Ghost blinks, and finds himself standing in front of a grave.

[voicenoting]

Señorita : 002

A/N: so excited for this chapter as things may go down. I hope you enjoy! OH! This is after endgame, sorry for not specifiying that in the beginning of the story.

Pairing: villain!Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: cursing + abuse ( all forms, meaning sexual, physical, verbal ) + harassment.

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She went to walk around the town, her excuse to leave was to start getting men in the bar earlier. She wasn’t going to do that, though.

This wasn’t a casual thing, she was never left to leave to do whatever she wants. It’s like they all were prisoners, prisoners to that place, prisoners to give pleasure to others who don’t deserve it. But, there’s nothing to do about it, unless you’d want to die in the streets.

There was a young man, brown short hair, brown eyes. She instantly knew he wasn’t from around here. He looked like he was in his early twenties as well. They were around the same age. He was talking to a merchant politely, no one arrives here without reason. It probably didn’t concern her though.

“Hey babe, you seem quite the woman,” An old man came up behind her, which she turned around to.

“Is there anything you needed?”

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for a kiss. I’ve seen all of your shows and I want the favor returned.”

He went ahead, getting closer to her. She moved away but she knew nothing could get her out of this. This is what life brought her the day she left the orphanage.

“Hey, sir. This isn’t any place to do this and she seems uninterested. Fuck off.” The young man, who she saw before with the merchant said.

“This is my business with her, you dimwit.”

“But I’m seeing here that she’s uninterested, I’ll say this once again. Fuck off, will you?”

“I’ll come back for you, sugar!” The elder drifted off. He gave a sneering look to the brunet.

As they watched him move away, he turned to her. His eyes were very kind looking, seemingly too nice.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. Thanks. I’ll need to go,”

She was in a hurry. She didn’t want her master seeing her here with this man, something might go bad. What if he saw this happen? Oh no, no, no! He can’t see this! He’ll be terribly angry.

“Wait! Where can I see you again, Ms..?”

“Ms. Y/N Devereaux”

She left as she spoke her own name, she turned back one last time. His face looked as though he was glad, as if he found something. What ever it is, it didn’t matter.

She went back and entered the master’s office. There was a woman and a man, they were giving the master a pouch of money? Moreover, they were wearing black suits and seemed very sophisticated, at least with their work.

“There you are! These guys want you, they gave me a sum of money for you. You’re theirs now.”

“What?”

Her mind was racing between so many thoughts of confusion, euphoria, and sadness. Confusion, what the fuck is going on here. Euphoria, excited to leave this place once and for all. And sadnesss, she’s leaving everything she had here behind.

“Who even are you?”

“We are from SHIELD. I’ll explain more promptly, come with us.” The woman ushered her outside.

‘No choice but to comply,’ those words were in your head as you walked behind them. Outside was a big jet. It was futuristic, nothing you’ve ever seen before. It was, amazing.

The back opened up, it was like a big staircase in which the two strangers went up on. The woman seemed to have noticed that Y/N stopped on her tracks.

“We don’t have all day, c’mon!” She ushered her once more.

She snapped back into reality and ran up to be close behind them. The door shut behind them after they entered. They begin flying out.

“This is a better place to explain.” He began talking, this is the first time she ever heard him speak.

He took a seat, the woman also did as well. There was an empty seat which she took and she was all ears. She wasn’t fearful but she was intrigued as to why they took her.

“I’m Nick Fury, the Director of SHIELD. The agent you see her is Maria Hill. We got you out of that place because someone was targetting you first. His name is Spider-Man, one of the villians we have here. You’ll be safe with us until you’ll get some place better. We’re not going to hurt you,”

He took a deep breath. He hoped she would comply with no objections as he needed to see all this for himself.

“Although, would you care to show us your powers?”

She was put into a laboratory dome. It wasn’t one which they would lock you in so she was totally free to walk out.

“Alright, go ahead.”

She began by making her hands into a triangle, and took a deep breath. She shot a light ray which was dissolved into the barrier. She put her hands out which created a light barrier that could save her from projectiles and other powers.

“May I get hit by something? It can be anything.”

She got hit with some unknown projectile. She then placed her hands on the ground which created a small circle of healing which healed her small wound, and they could see that. The wound was gone by a few seconds.

“So you really are, who you say you are..” he murmured, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Okay, is that all?”

“Yes.”

“Come out then, I need to talk to you about something.”

The door opened for her and she came out. He walked and she walked next to him along with agent Hill. It was quiet but he began to speak.

“Y/N Devereaux. Do you know about your family heritage.”

“Not at all, sir.”

“Alright, then I must tell you, you are a target because of it. Your parents were killed and they want you too. It’s because of what you have.”

“What I have? You mean my powers?”

“Yes. Although, I’m not sure if they want you working with them or they want you gone. Everyone has their own idea of thinking. Your family, especially your parents, are very powerful.”

“Powerful?”

“Yes, powerful. Your mother’s name is Jade Carlson. She was one of the most powerful in her time. Using her Light Manipulation for good, which seems to be something you got from her.”

“And my father?”

“Your father is Matthew Devereaux. That’s where your name is from. He also had powers, however you seem to not have them or just never came to the idea or conclusion of having them. He does Shadow Manipulation, which is the opposite of your and your mother’s powers. There was also something else about him...”

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[frickingfricketyfrick]

Selfish post

Thank you for everything you have given me. Yes I'm clearly batshit, but I realise I should get help, and you also made me even consider getting help.

Thank you for waking me up to the real world. I've always just been pessimistic and cynical and been antisocial, but you've shown me how much better it is. It's infinitely better that staying in, yes sure it'll often be shit, but that one in a million event will make everything worth it. One spark is all it takes. And it was the brightest spark, the most glorious light!!1!1! Nevermind just glowing... I guess when you feel like it

Thank you for filling me with love, you've certainly made me love myself. I cant forget that thursday nights feeling of bliss. Thank you so much, I had stopped giving a shit and honestly just wanted to stop existing by that point, most people have a good reason, but you gave me the best reason to live. That's pretty intense, so thank you for the motivation. I'm working so damn hard, I'm not sure if it's for you, for the 1% chance you ever want to see me again and be a smug bastard 'hey, look at what you made me do!' Or if it's out of respect and drive to improve. I think it's both.

Thank you for giving me something to believe in, me, you, the future, how incredibly riled up I am constantly just thinking about you. I'm really sorry that you said hi and now you're my god, I get that's super obsessive, creepy and weird, I'm sorry that I sent you massively overthought messages because I couldn't sleep. That was selfish of me, and I think made the chances of seeing you again go from 1% to .001%. But you didnt block me ahah! Wow who says that. What a dumb thing to be proud of. Hah, I didnt weird you out so much that literally dont want to ever see me again woo hah in your face!

.....

Yikes

Thank you for making me feel so full of life. Thank you for giving me your night. Thank you for asking. Thank you for changing me for the best. Thank you for making me want the best for you, I really care about you and would literally do anything but he ho that's a bit intense (and everything else isn't?!?!?!?!) Thank you for being so incredibly generous, I feel so rich! My heads still the size of a football pitch and I'm trying to deal with it. Too many Paul's. I'll update you when I meet him, he practices Reiki lol (dw I'm not getting reiki just the traditional pay to talk to me deal)

Thank you is probably getting a bit old now, but thank you for everything, tha k you for making me so grateful.

I'm going to join a sports club, idk which, I'm thinking squash or tennis. I know I'll need to be good at tennis to one day play you, so it may as well be that. Theres no harm in doing more though. I'm cycling daily, and I wont stop unless my bike breaks. Speaking of, I cycled to work and halfway back today before realised one of the break clamps was touching the wheel. I was really fighting myself to not be a bitch... speaking of motivation, I ran 5km twice in a row and then 10km. My ankles fucking hurt for a week, but that's what I wanted to do for (our) Christmas and I achieved it. Now I have a proper routine, but this is getting weird and turning into a gym selfie. I cant wait to show you the results.. a much more confident me is the plan, so I can say to your face how absolutely fucking amazing and gorgeous you are. But, that'll come from like months of silence so probably super weird, but maybe that just means you'll have forgotten how insane I am.. even if the messages are permanent and I wont delete those because that'd be being a bitch!

Again, thank you for not telling me to fuck off and blocking me, I think I might have gone doubly insane, given I'm already insane, but now that sounds like a guilt trip so shut up.

I really hope your week is going well and you're having so much fun exploring and going on adventures. I'm sure everyone will love you, its impossible not to. You're the brightest and most amazing person, they're so lucky to have you. I'm clearly jealous. And regretful. Didnt realise what was right in front of me because I chose not to look.

You're amazing, I really, REALLY appreciate you even if I dont know if I'll ever see you again.

I'm sad. Like, supper sad, it's so fucking bittersweet! But that's okay, you gotta have a little sadnesss to know when the good times come. We had some good times. Good night.

[wallkthatway]

Hey hope you're well, I just want to ask you something that's been on my mind for a while. When you get married what's it like moving in with someone FOREVER. Like is it not hard? Do you not feel anxious? I just wanna know everything because I'm nervous. What's it like? Do you get home sick and stuff? Sorry lol pls help :) xx

Hey lovely I'm good allahmdulliah and I hope you are well too. I think moving out of your parents home is one of the most difficult things a girl goes through I remember crying for 3 days straight about a month before I got married just because of how difficult it was knowing I won't be living with my parents anymore. Knowing I was moving in with someone I hardly knew was a bit scary but I got use to it quite quickly. I felt anxious at times about being in a completely different environment with completely different people but as time went on I got more and more comfortable and now I can say I'm completely settled. When I first got married I would rely on my husband a lot as I'd find my home in his arms and I still do but now it's gotten easier to be alone in the house without him. I found that I was most comfortable in our room rather than the rest of the house as our little room had now become my home. I found going back to my parents house very hard after I got married as I'd feel the sadnesss all over agin and I'd cry for a full hour or two before I left but that's just me lol I'm clearly a very emotional person. Each person will take moving out in a different way some find it easier than others and some find it very hard but Allah always finds a way to make it okay for us. Also husbands play a very big role in how you feel emotionally as they are the ones who are comforting us when we need it and as long as they do that you'll be fine. One last thing this may help you as it helped me a lot have a set day you go to your parents house every week with your husband to have a meal with your family, it's something you'll look forward to all week and it'll give you comfort that doesn't mean you can't go on any other days but it does help make things a little easier. I hope this made sense and I hope it helps you inshallah. Good luck, keep praying and Allah will always be with you xxxx