#Heartfelt Conversation

[wickedzeevyln]

Bottleneck

[aventurineswife]

Wanted to start this off by saying girl I love your writing so much like it’s so good!!!!

I have an idea that I think you’ll like, so since it’s Valentine’s Day soon I was wondering if you could write something where in past visits to different planets, Sunday meets reader and they start dating, but he can’t stay on the planet so he has to leave with the astral express, but the good news is that Sunday got readers number so they talk with each other on the phone, sooo it’s Valentine’s Day and both reader and Sunday are both sad they can’t spend it together so for the whole day they send it on call with each other :)

Sorry for the bad grammar English isn’t my first language I’m sorry if it’s a stupid idea😭

“Your Voice is My Favorite Constellation”

Summary: On Valentine’s Day, Sunday spends the evening on a phone call with you, who lives on a distant planet he can no longer stay on. Despite his growing feelings for you, the distance between you both is a constant ache. As you talk about everything and nothing, both of you struggle with the sadness of being apart, finding solace in your shared moments. The night becomes an intimate exchange of words, offering comfort in your connection despite the galaxies separating you.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Slow Burn, Long-Distance Relationship, Valentine's Day, Fluff, Soft Angst, Phone Conversations, Healing and Comfort, Heartfelt Moments.

Warnings: Mild angst, Distance-related sadness, Emotional vulnerability, Slight introspection on loneliness.

A/N: AHHHHH TYYY SO MUCH!! I'M SO GLADD TO HEAR THAT YOU LIKE MY WRITING! 🥹💖 Also, don't worry about your English, it was honestly perfect and better than mine tbh 🤭🙏. @sundaysconsort, inspired by our chats hehe 🫣🤭💙✨

The Astral Express was quiet tonight, save for the soft hum of the stars beyond the windows. Sunday sat near the observation deck, eyes fixed on the vast expanse of space. His hair shimmered under the dim glow of the cabin lights, and his wings behind his ears fluttered slightly—subtle evidence of his restlessness.

He exhaled, glancing down at his phone. The time difference between the Express and your planet was a minor inconvenience, but it didn’t matter. He knew you were waiting.

A small smile ghosted his lips as he pressed the call button.

It barely rang once before your voice came through.

"Sunday!"

A warmth bloomed in his chest at the sound of your voice, bright and familiar despite the miles—no, the galaxies—between you.

"Good evening," he murmured, his voice carrying its usual airy cadence. "Or morning, depending on where you are."

"It's evening," you replied, a soft chuckle lacing your words. "And a lonely one at that."

Sunday leaned back against the seat, his halo tilting ever so slightly behind his head. "Ah," he mused. "So, we are both victims of distance tonight."

You sighed. "Yeah… I really wish you were here."

Sunday closed his eyes, letting the weight of your words settle over him. He wished the same, more than he cared to admit. His life had always been one of movement—never still, never lingering. And yet, every time the Express left your planet, he found himself looking back.

"I would have taken you somewhere quiet," he murmured. "Somewhere the city lights don’t reach. You like the stars, don’t you?"

"I do," you said softly. "Though, they’re not as pretty without you here."

His breath hitched. A quiet laugh escaped him, tinged with something bittersweet. "You say things that could ruin me, you know."

"Good," you teased. "Maybe then you'd find a way to stay."

Silence stretched between you, not uncomfortable, but heavy with unspoken longing. Sunday’s fingers toyed with the golden ornaments on his coat, his mind tangled in what-ifs.

"I despise this day," he admitted after a moment. "Valentine’s. It highlights absence in ways other days do not."

"Mm. But at least we have this, right?"

Sunday hummed in agreement. "That we do."

And so, the two of you spent the evening—no, the entire night—on the phone. You talked about everything and nothing, about the places he'd seen, the people he'd met, the silly little things that made up your day.

"Did you eat today?" you asked at one point, your voice laced with playful suspicion.

Sunday smirked. "Are you concerned for my well-being, dear one?"

"Always."

Something inside him softened. "Then I shall be sure to take better care of myself. For your sake."

Hours passed like minutes. At some point, you yawned, and Sunday knew you were fighting to stay awake.

"You should sleep," he whispered.

"Not yet," you mumbled. "Just… stay a little longer."

He closed his eyes, letting your breathing lull him into something dangerously close to peace.

"As long as you need," he promised. "I'm not going anywhere."

For now, the stars could wait.

[chococara25]

A fix-it au where one night Buck was so heart sick thinking about Tommy, tired of people leaving him and thinking how he doesn't know his damn heart and most importantly, tired of baking, went out, not to clubs to find people to fuck with (cos he's so done with that, fuck you Tommy) but to a quiet bar Tommy once took him for a date and lo-behold, there was Tommy at the corner, looking sad while nursing his beer.

Instead of storming away or yelling at him, Buck just sat in front him and said "Room for one more?" Before ordering his drink.

Tommy, tired and heart-broken too, surprisingly didn't leave and stayed and both of them talked.

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"I need you to stop looking at me like that." Tommy said sadly.

"Like what?"

"Like you see a future with me."

Buck set down his drink and look at him with such sincerity. "And what if I do? Because I really do, I want a future with you where we live together in a house, complaining to each other about our terrible rescues and support each other on our bad days, raising pets and maybe kids one day."

"I'm not anyone's happy ending Evan." He said softly, as if he's trying not to hurt his heart anymore. "You need someone whose less broken unlike me."

Buck scoffed. "That's just stupid. I don't want anyone else. You're my happy ending. I don't want to find any other ending if you're not in it."

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"Wait a minute," buck pulled away from his drink, staring incredulously at him, "They didn't speak to you after the break up?! But I told them to check on you?!! I even asked Chim to drop off some cookies I made to you?!!" By now, Buck was feeling tipsy after their 6th beer together.

"You made me cookies even after our breakup?" Tommy said mournfully, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol too,

"They were your favourite triple chocolate cookies too."

Tears began pooling in Tommy's storm blue eyes. "You're too good for me, Evan."

"Hey,don't cry, ill make you some more ok?" Buck awkwardly pat him on the back.

[isnt-that-wizardd]

y'all acting so upset over a daddy kink being brought up in a CANON RELATIONSHIP with Buck looking PERFECTLY HAPPY ABOUT IT as if we didn't all see that look on Buck's face when Maddie asked him why he had a ring cutter

[quirinah]

log

[limewatt]

kamikou cheer squad “you’re not stuck on that rooftop anymore, rui” -> ena5 mizuki side story 2 “welcome to this side, mizuki” what if i cried. they’re finally both free of that rooftop……. they’re not friends in solitude anymore… they’re friends!!!!! that have each found their people!!!

also, in cheer squad, rui's “there's something i want to say, but i'm scared that i'll drive everyone to the other side again if i say it” was craaaazy. such a direct parallel to mizuki... and mizuki reassuring him (and having asked him to direct the cheer squad in the first place) being why he was able to gather his courage... “you'll be fine rui. seeing you at the culture festival made me believe you're not stuck on that rooftop anymore. i'm looking forward to seeing what crazy idea you'll direct!” i'm not caught up on all of wxs's stories so i can't say if it has an impact there, but rui's success in getting his feelings across in cheer squad being how he's able to reach out and make new friends in pandemonium/spirited affair... gwah.

rui's effect on mizuki is obvious. he's in a fair amount of her focuses / side stories / + picnic and ena5. and RIBBON... the shadow his absence casts on her... being the reason she was hesitant to reach out to niigo because she was scared niigo would leave her eventually like he did... but also the reason she wanted to reach out at all... because rui made her see that there are people in the world who will understand her... the 1 in “25:00:01” on kimi no yoru wo kure’s cover being rui’s colour… all so awesome. but mizuki's effect on rui is subtler/less focused on. so cheer squad where mizuki is unequivocally a key part of rui's growth is so special to me.

[pumpkinrootbeerart]

haters always got shit to say about my girlfriends

[thirddoctor]

trying to resist the dark urge unfortunately I want to kill Volo so bad

[minimalist-quotes]

There is nothing that attracts me more than a deep, honest, serene, and truly meaningful conversation.

[snackleggg]

It's crazy how Lotor and Keith were (in my opinion) the most strongly paralleled characters in the series and they never had a single proper conversation.

[evie-doesnt-write]

Playing around with the idea of Mary finding out about Samuel coming back to life and asking Sam about it….

[obstinaterixatrix]

I think strohl’s been so isolated from genuine peer relationships with any degree of intimacy that he thinks he’s just saying normal shit when he goes like “there’s nowhere I’d rather be than by your side” and during the first chunk of the game he only really has hulkenberg (guilt-stricken knight that lives & breathes devotion) and the protagonist (also no point of reference for peer relationships) so he thinks he’s being so normalguy about everything. and the rest of the party members also have wild extenuating circumstances so he just keeps thinking that. and since all the other party members enter a while later they’d be like ‘well I guess that’s just normal for them’ without realizing that he thinks he’s just having a normal time with his normal friendship. the only party members who would have awareness to eventually clock that strohl’s kinda actually desperate for protag would be gallica, junah, and basilio. hulkenberg: knightpilled; heismay: generation/culture gap; eupha: also down bad for protag and thinks it’s reasonable. meanwhile even though junah’s an idol her whole thing is Understanding People’s Hearts (sort of; but she’s definitely interested in and aware of people). basilio is True Normalguy (somehow, despite everything). Gallica has more perspective since she’s there at the beginning and can see protag’s different relationships more objectively. I do think strohl’s too deep into the noble’s mindset/culture to ever clock it himself. also I think he’s been too focused trauma/revenge/justice/the greater good to be in tune with his internal schema of romance. plus to him the idea of marriage is inherently tied into political contracts and strategic agreement. I think without oversight strohl would trap himself in a loveless but cordial marriage that emotionally decays to an unbearable degree unless it was literally only a business contract and nothing else. I think he would have to get divorced

[xmicrophonyx]

Who wants to bet they'll get rid of HunTessAlly's polyamorous relationship?

[mariavlc82]

"I love you, buddy"

[thethornofcamorr]

exciting!

[bliz-lol]

Sometimes even the most bloodthirsty maniac needs to talk to at least someone. Well, [redacted] tells the funniest stories from life to its participants. Most often, the nerd becomes a listener, since he listens carefully to everything and answers, although sometimes he can get smart :_)