#I just wish she could've stuck around man :(

[homeworld-railroad]

Bismuth has slowly become a bittersweet episode to me because I keep thinking about how if at least one person said just something slightly different, the whole ordeal at the end wouldn’t have happened. Like. Damn.

[black-aurora-nora]

Hello!!

I was wondering if I could request nap time (reader falling asleep on the couch or something) with the Yandere superfam!

Maybe the reader was listening to sad music or something as they fell asleep??

(Feel free to ignore!! Love your writing and hope you’re happy and healthy!)

Heartbeat | Yandere!Superfam x Teen!Reader

Clark watched the slow rise and fall of your chest. Despite the fact that your back was turned to him, he could tell from your heartbeat that you were sound asleep.

And it was a most joyous sound to his all-hearing ears.

Every time you were asleep, your heart was calm. Steady and strong. And most importantly, safe.

A steady heartbeat meant that you felt safe.

And Clark knew that wasn't totally true. That was something you were all working on together.

Him, Jon and you.

When you were awake, your heart would beat a thousand miles per minute. Especially when Clark was in the same room. He did notice that it would slow just a tad whenever Jon was around.

And though the older man was jealous that you seemed enjoy Jon's company more than your own 'dad', he understood. Of course you loved your big brother.

But he wished you would love your old man too.

Hell, now that Clark was thinking about it, this was the first time he's ever seen you comfortably sleep with Jon in the same room, let alone the same couch.

Jon was on his own phone sitting just far enough that he wasn't touching you, but he wasn't really paying attention to the screen. He was really listening to you.

Since the slow awakening of his powers, his super-hearing had to be one of his most cherished abilities. Once he had it honed, he was able to focus on your beautiful heartbeat and how it differed whenever he or his dad were around.

You weren't settling as well as they'd hoped, but each day Jon was snaking his way closer and closer.

When you gave Jon an inch, he could go a mile but Clark was stuck with an inch and would be set back a yard if he tried to take even a centimeter more.

Jon finally gazed at his father, smiling brightly, "She was upset earlier and actually came and laid on the couch next to me! I was so shocked!" He whispered excitedly.

Clark smiles back but it doesn't quite shine as much as he wished it did.

If he hadn't had to leave earlier for hero work, maybe you would've came to him or he could've made it harder for you to go to Jon.

He'd have to plan accordingly next time.

And besides, you have to come to him to ask for your phone back.

And he planned on milking that as much as you would allow.

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Betrayed, I still miss him though.. ´ˎ˗

Luke Castellan x fem!Reader Word count: 2161 Synopsis: After Lukes betrayal, all reader wanted was to hear what Luke had to say. Then she got an interesting dream... Taking place right after 'The lightning thief'.

I miss him.

He isn't physically dead. Just the version of him everyone knew, more specifically, the version I grew to love. It's been months, 5 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days to be exact since he left. Since Luke Castellan betrayed us and turned to Kronos.

Its Saturday, and just like most other days, I've been stuck in bed sulking, no longer crying, just moping. The day he abandoned me and the rest of camp is a day I can replay on loop. Its still a painful memory, still a fresh wound, still something I'd rather not think about. I never want to leave my cabin, I'm stuck in this bed, stuck in this state of desperation that I'm gonna wake up and this whole thing was a crazy dream one of the gods thought it be hilarious to give me and fuck with my mind because they for some reason love to do that, but I know deep down that's not the case, and I know that the chance of me seeing him again are slim to none.

Time passed and I'm leaving the dining pavilion and walking back to my bunk to just sleep and ignore the world, ignore all the whispers of campers, all of the, 'wasn't she Luke's girlfriend?' 'When was the last time she ran a brush through her hair?' 'Oh my god, she looks terrible.' It's annoying, I can still hear you, you know? Just because the guy I thought was my soulmate and love of my life betrayed me and this whole camp doesn't mean I lost my hearing. Just my motivation to take care of myself, he was the one I got ready for, he was my first thought of when I woke up, and the one I thought of when getting ready and got excited to see everyday. Now he was gone, and so was my motivation for anything.

No one, could replace my Luke Castellan, but my Luke Castellan was gone. Now he's just Luke Castellan.

Sleeping was the only place I could escape my problems, now at least. Right after he left he plagued my dreams, whether I was awake, or asleep, he was there. Though the dreams died down, one would sneak through every now and then. This man was everywhere, I could never escape him. I can't remember a time before him, just a during and after him, and I wish I could go back in time to when we were perfect, to before he stole the master bolt, maybe I could've convinced him not too. Maybe I could've made sure there wasn't an after us.

When he first arrived at camp, Chiron asked me to show him around camp. Of course I happily obliged, why would I turn down the opportunity to spend time and get to know and cute guy with dark curly hair and big brown eyes? I wish I could relive that day, those years in fact.

Luke Castellan was my first everything. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first boyfriend. He was the first guy whom I truly shared myself with, both physically and mentally. He knew me inside and out, literally. He saw me at my highest and my lowest and still told me and made me feel loved, but had that also all been a lie? He was a head Hermes counselor, beloved by all of a camp, best swordsman around, an older brother to the younger campers, a first crush to some of the younger girls, and a best friend to those around him. Those were all lies. But were those nights also all lies? Those nights we had become one and told each other how much we loved one another. Those nights I gave myself in a way I hadn't to anyone, and ways I didn't want to give myself to another man. Was he just using me? Was I just part of his act to trick everyone? He made me feel emotions I'd ever feel toward another man. Love, hate, lust.

What I would do to have one more night with him. And finally talk to him about that night. Luke left before I got the chance to hear about his dishonesty. Luke deceived me until the last second, and I never got an explanation from him. Sure I got one from Percy, Annabeth, and Chiron as well. But never from Luke, That night I was watching the fireworks, oblivious to the double-crossing happening in a deeper portion of the woods just behind me.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

Flash forward back to tonight. I was in another dream, but not just any dream. This was different than my other dreams. It was more than just a dream, I was truly here, like I was just plopped into a new reality, like a dreamscape. I was sitting on half-blood hill, next to Thalia's tree. Looking around everything was slightly static. As I looked over camp there was a bright light coming from behind me making me turn around. I saw a tall door right outside the border of the camp, peaking my interest. After staring at the door for a few moments, you finally walked up, grabbing the knob and waiting for a moment before finally opening the door.

When I walked in, it was like I was transported into a new world, but it wasn't a 'new world.' Through the door, it was a spacious office. A nice mahogany desk at one end of the room looking out onto two leather couches that were facing each other with a coffee table between them all laid out over nice hardwood floors and surrounded by bookshelves. I walked in slowly, not knowing what I was getting myself into when the door disappeared behind me. Slight panic and confusion ran through my bones. How does an entire door just disappear? I turned away and walked toward the desk to look around when suddenly I heard a door open behind me that I, somehow, didn't notice. When I turned around I locked eyes with the last person I ever expected to again.

"Y/N.."

"Luke..."

Silence is all that followed for a few moments. I didn't dare take a step as I turned my body to fully face him. He slowly took a few steps forward, towards me, and we were now standing just arms length from each other. God how I just want to jump into his arms, but I know I can't, so I just stick to not moving.

"How did you get here?" Luke questioned you, still staring at you as starstruck as he used to. It used to make you melt and get weak in the knees when he looked at you like this, now you don't know what to think.

"I, um, don't really know" I started stammering over my words like a loser "I fell asleep and suddenly I was on half-blood hill with this huge door.." I trailed off when I noticed Luke was now standing so close I could feel his breathe. I looked up and he still had that look of awe in his eyes. I probably had that same look in mine. How could I not, I was staring at Luke. Seconds passed and we were just standing there staring in others eyes, now with the tips of our noses touching. These seconds felt like hours when suddenly we were grabbing each others faces and slamming our lips together. I've missed him so much, and I don't care who knows how much I've missed him. I love him and missed the familiar and safe feeling of his lips on mine.

We stood there a moment with lips locked, our hands grabbing each others faces pulling us so close we might fuse together. He then slowly but firmly moved his hands down my body and gripped my waist. That's when I was wrapping my arms as far as possible around his neck pulling him further into me, if that was even possible at that point. I craved this feeling. If there was a word stronger then craved, that was the word. I was obsessed with him and I wanted to crawl in his clothes and live with him forever, but I can't and shouldn't. This was wrong, so wrong, and I really needed to stop but I couldn't, we continued to kiss passionately before a tear was sliding down my cheek. Then followed a second, and before a third one threatened to slip out, Luke pulled away and looked at me with concern. That look of care alone wanted to make me pull him right back in but I didn't, to be fair that would've looked kind of pathetic.

"What's wrong, what's with the tears baby?" The nickname alone made me want to scream. Scream that he was the problem. And scream that he was the only solution, and scream even more that the solution to my problem was forever unobtainable without stabbing everyone in my life in the back and abandoning everyone.

"Why'd you have to do it? Lie to everyone, to me. Was anything even real?" I tried holding back tears, but there were threatening to spill out, and I slowly let them. He grabbed my chin in his hand and wiped my tears with his thumbs.

"You know why. The gods, they don't care about us. They just keep having mortals fall in love with them, messing them up, and leaving there kids to fend for themselves. Think of how many kids that barely survive middle school because of selfish choices the gods made. I didn't start this meaning to lie and hurt more people than just gods, especially not you. Gods, if there was one person I didn't want to hurt, it was you. Honestly. You asked me if it was real, and I'm saying that this, you, are the realest thing in my life. I wouldn't have traded the last few years in my life for anything. They're my favorite memories that I replay every night trying not to miss you more than I already do, but I can't. When your not around its like, a chunk of me is missing. I need you like I need my air, I hate it that I can't have you the way I used too. I know I made a choice that you can't stand with, and you probably hate me-"

I couldn't listen anymore. All I wanted was an explanation but now that I got one I don't know what to think. What he did was wrong, but I just want one last moment with him. I pulled him close one last time sealing our lips together. Back in the same position as before, except now both of our faces had slight tear stains on them. Before I knew it, we were walking toward one of the couches without releasing our lips from each other. We slid down the couch, he sat upward and planted me firm on his lap with my legs straddling him. We continued to make out as he was moving my hips backing forth on his lap. That's when the air and room around us began to slightly static a little more than it was a moment ago. Luke pulled away, leaving me feeling a little empty without his face on mine.

"Y/N, the dreamscape, its about to close.." Luke began,

"What does that mean?" It can't be ending yet, please I haven't had enough time.

"It means we're about to wake up, and we might not see each for awhile.. I'm sorry" Luke apologized, he stared into my eyes for a split second before reaching into his pocket to grab something. "Here."

There it was, his camp necklace with all five beads on them. I slowly picked up and held them close, like they might be the last thing I'll ever get from him. "Thank you, Luke"

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, Luke-"

I shot up in your bed, drenched in sweat. I looked around my cabin, seeing everyone sound asleep in their bunks. Then I noticed something sitting in my hand, had it really been real? I looked down and of course, there it was. Luke's necklace. A lonesome tear slid down my face as I stared at it, but it wasn't out of sadness, I was smiling. I felt better knowing I finally got to talk to him, knowing I finally got what I wanted from him, and now have a little keepsake from him. I know I'm supposed to hate him, but I can't. In the meantime, I'll start healing and starting over, but never will I hate Luke castellan nor forget him. I'll keep the beaded necklace in my pocket for now, I don't know how to explain how I got it, or what I did to get it.

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I've never written anything before, so lemme know gang

[starlightandfairies]

Shirts ~ Elijah Mikaelson~

Description: Reader steals Elijah's shirts

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, angst

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view,

Word Count: 1,005

First Person's POV

Last night was bucketing down with rain, the Mikaelsons needed help and I came as soon as I could to lend the support that was needed. My relationship with Elijah was about three months in, I loved every moment of our relationship, he was the dream man and was good for me. We hadn't stayed at the other's place overnight so when Elijah offered me to stay at the compound I didn't think of the fact that I wouldn't have any clothes to change into. So, as I stood in Elijah's bedroom with only a towel wrapped around me, meaning I had to improvise. 

I grabbed one of Elijah's shirts, found a pair of his boxers, then glanced around Elijah's room and took notice of his safe haven that held objects that amplified Elijah's likes into physical form. The history alone that was in the room fascinated me and I wish I could've been a vampire from centuries ago to see the world in all its glory. I jumped hearing a sound, I slowly turned around, offering a shy smile to Elijah as he stared at me with admiration in his eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Elijah but once I had showered I realised that I didn't have any clothes and so I borrowed your clothes... I hope you don't mind, I know I should've asked beforehand..." Elijah walked forward, his hands resting on my arms, a soft smile gracing his lips as he rested a kiss on my forehead. 

"No need to apologise, you look quite adorable." He whispered, rolling up the sleeves of what was currently my shirt, I stared at him with love in my eyes, I wanted to be stuck in these moments forever and I hoped with every fibre in my being that what I had with Elijah wouldn't disappear. 

"You think I look adorable?" I questioned, smiling happily at the confession that slipped his lips. 

"I do. You, my dear, always look stunning." 

"Hmm, thank you." I gleamed, kissing his cheek and began looking at the bookshelf he had in his room. 

"You know, despite how sad it must be from time to time... I wish I could've been a vampire around when you became one. Just seeing all that history, experiencing it for myself... I think I would've enjoyed it." I watched as Elijah grabbed a leather-bound book off the shelf and gestured to sit on the bed. 

"This is my journal from 1322-1325. I didn't write every day, just when I needed to, I know you have an interest in the 1300s and so maybe reading about my retellings might be enough." I carefully placed the book to the side, wrapped my arms around him and whispered against his ear. 

"Thank you for paying attention, thanking you for knowing what I like." It was an odd feeling, my past relationships didn't pay attention to my interests as Elijah did and having him know what I liked, it made me feel special and considered. 

"Why wouldn't I pay attention to what you liked?" He brushed my hair away from his face, his hand remaining against my cheek and staring at me with his usual resting face of concern. 

"I'm just... before I met you, I prepared myself to be let down in relationships, so sometimes I have to remind myself you are an absolute gentleman and I have no need to worry about you remembering my birthday, my favourite time period or anything like that." Elijah nodded, taking a breath, offering a smile and pulled me to rest against his chest as we lay together in his obnoxiously large bed and he read his journal entries from those three years. 

"I'll have these washed, make sure you get your clothes back." 

"No need to worry, I'll wash them, set them aside and they can be yours if you don't have anything to wear." He placed the journal away within the blink of an eye and then he was back on the bed with me in his arms. 

"Thank you... maybe every now and again you could wear the shirt, please? So it has your scent?" He let a soft chuckle escape his lips, nodding at my request and gently squeezing my hand as he paused for a moment. Taking in the moment and mindlessly began running his thumb up and down my thigh. 

"Yes, I can do that. Anything for you." 

The next morning, for a moment I felt like I couldn't breathe, it was like there was a weight over my chest and it took me a good moment to realise that it was just Elijah's arm. I tried prying his arm off, however, his arm only seemed to be getting heavier against me. 

"Elijah..." I patted his arm, hoping his vampiric hearing would be active during his slumber. 

"Are you alright?" He questioned, sitting up instantly and looked around the room for any impending danger. I sucked in a deep breath, holding his hand and kissed it lightly. 

"I'm fine. I just couldn't breathe properly, your arm was dead weight." He nods, still looking worried and concerned over my well-being. 

"I apologise." I smiled, kissing his lips lightly and began running my hands through his hair, admiring the man and soaking in this moment with him looking at peace for once in his rare moments of modern life. 

"No need to say sorry. It just shows that even in sleep you're protecting me." Elijah chuckled softly, his chesty laugh was music to my ears, one of my favourite sounds to listen to once I realised it existed. 

"You're right, darling." He whispered, continuing to caress my cheek, smiling lightly and staying in the moment with me for a good while before the real world caught up with us again and sucked it all away like ripping off a bandaid. 

[damned-punk]

Shooting Stars (Killer x Reader)

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Content Warning: kissing, implication of drinking, references to sex

Content Description: oneshot w/ gender neutral reader who has had long term feelings for Killer

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You were a relatively new member of the Kidd Pirates but you were no stranger to their activites when the Victoria Punk was docked. It was customary for nearly every crew member to attend either a bar or brothel at the end of each evening. You weren't exactly into that kind of thing so you'd been stuck with the duty of guarding the ship.

Although, there wasn't much guarding to do as she was docked at the rear entrance to the island where there was little more than trees and a sandy path leading to the inner town. As you sat against the mast, your mind wandered to the indecent acts that your captain and crewmates might be up to. A pang erupted in your chest at the thought of Killer indulging with the others.

The masked brute had captured your attention from the moment you'd been introduced to him. He was quiet, stoic, and collected no matter the situation and despite his intimidating appearance, it gave him a devistating allure. When Killer was around, you could rest assured that you were safe.

Acting as a nurse for the crew, you worked with the ship's doctor to treat any kind of illness or wound a crewmate presented with. This was where you had your first intimate interaction with Killer. He had gotten hit in the head during an altercation with a rival pirate group and the impact split the skin of hairline.

House had assigned you the task of stitching him up and while you wished it could've been under better circumstances, your heart was beating out of your chest at the idea of being able to see his face. His cerulean eyes burned into yours so brightly that he had to ask if you were alright. You could tell that he was nervous having to show his face but you'd never understand why. He was the entire package, the pinnacle of the man of your dreams.

As you reminisced on that day, you were torn from your thoughts by the sound of boots on the wood of the deck. Everyone should've been elbow deep in their vices by this hour but when you lifted your head to meet the intruders gaze, the air was swept from your lungs.

Killer loomed over you and after a moment, sat beside you. Your nerves fought tirelessly against the warmth that was radiating off of him. You wanted to say something but you were afraid of saying too much. An awkward silence began to form and just as the pressure reached a boiling point, your eyes caught a shooting star cascade against the dark sky.

"You better make a wish.", Killer's voice was gruff and could almost pass as flirty.

"You should too.", your voice was shaky and definitely gave away your anxiousness.

"I would but it'd be a waste. I'm already where I want to be.", his words warmed your heart as you pictured he and his best friend making their dreams come true on the open sea.

"I figured you'd be with everyone else tonight.", you decided to strike light conversation with him as you weren't sure you'd ever get an opporotunity like this again.

"I don't really need that sort of thing...", he trailed off, "I have my eye on someone. What would they think if I went out and acted like a bachelor?"

A lump began to form in your throat. Of course he would already be interested in someone. It was likely one of the strong women on the crew who you couldn't even begin to compete with. It only made sense, there was no chance in hell he'd be interested in someone like you. Your eyes welled and a few tears slipped past your waterline, littering the worn planks below.

"Is there anyone you're interested in (Y/N)?", he asked quietly after several minutes had passed.

"There is, but I don't think he's interested in me.", the sound of your voice made it obvious that you had been upset and it caused Killer to glance at you.

"Who is it?", he turned to fully face you, your prolonged silence partnering with your expression to elicit the realization that it was likely him that you were talking about, "I see..."

Your face burned red and embarassment began to course through you. His reaction was so incredibly vague that it left you frozen and unsure of what to say. The space between the two of you seemed to stretch endlessly and the need to escape the horribly awkward situation became too pressing. As you stood to walk away, he followed suit and grabbed your arm to stop you.

"I couldn't go out with everyone tonight because I didn't want you to think differently of me... I'm sorry, I'm not good at these types of things.", he unclipped his mask and held it in his hand to allow his eyes to meet yours, "I stayed on the ship because I wanted to spend time with you."

It was your turn for some realization and when Killer lifted his hand to cup your cheek, your knees nearly buckled. He leaned in close and placed a long, intimate kiss on your soft lips. He began to lick your bottom lip as an indication that he wanted entrance. As your lips parted, he began sucking your tongue and pulling you to his chest by your waist. Your whimpers were exhilarating to him and while his desire wanted to take you at that very moment, he figured that it'd be best to take things one step at a time. He wasn’t a man of many words, but he was certainly a man of action.

He broke the kiss for air and lead you back to his cabin where he nuzzled you comfortably at his side. His large, warm hand rubbing your back coupled with the steady sound of his heartbeat gave you a sense of security that you'd never felt before. It wasn't long before your breathing slowed as you peacefully slept with your head planted on his shoulder. He admired your face for a while and couldn't quite get a grip on the fact that he finally mustered the courage to confess to you. He felt his own exhaustion take over and the same contentment that he felt as he drifted to sleep returned the following morning as rays of sunshine illuminated your perfect face for him to admire once more.

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[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe - Masc!Reader Soulmate Quick Headcanons <3

(^^ this is so cute i gotta find the anime its from)

Sun: Male/Masc Reader (he/him), Guide Reader :)

Stars: Wild (Breath of the Wild Link)

Planet: Headcanons/scenarios, kinda long sorry

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Link possibly feeling comphet (compulsory heteronormative), the general angst of being the best friend love interest (ends well dw), Links missing you/being sad about it

& Trigger Warnings: Link crying. (Please comment if otherwise.)

☆

Wild (BOTW Link)

Ok so we know he was stuck before the calamity following Zelda around

And while in game it seems like he's perfectly accepting of his role as her knight

And maybe could love her or grow to love her

I feel like after the Calamity, and after he meets you, its not possible anymore

It kinda feels like that same way ppl come to realize theyre lesbians??

Like he could've been straight and happy or content (not really, not fully, but in that way that gay women settle for staying with a man, he'd stay with Zelda maybe)

She used to be all he had left really, so maybe out of obligation he'd have stayed, but then he lost his memories.

And what was once a daily duty now became a woman he barely knew halfway across the kingdom, (who creepily randomly telepathically invaded his mind,,)

Link doesn't really realize how he feels until after traveling with you around the entirety of Hyrule, camping, fighting, cooking, eating etc. together, after becoming best friends with you,

Its like how a lesbian realizes they're lesbian bc they could never imagine themselves actually dating/married to a man, at least relying on him for the long term,

Then that sentiment comes in like "i just wish i could stay with my best (non-man) friend forever" kinda way

Like he definitely had the thought "this is so much easier, i wish we could be together forever" <3

So while "dating" you didn't necessarily occur to Link at first bc of heteronormative mindset/general mission of the Calamity Ganons

He quickly breaks out of that a couple months into the journey

Zelda at first may have been the quintessential "princess needing saving" but you were the "best friend love interest all along" type of energy you know?

So when at the end of you guys' journey, you feel the tug to leave, because the adventure's over.. you fully expect to see Zelda running into his arms or something, and turn away

You may be able to accept he loves women (tho how he looked at you and how comfortable he was touching you had you thinking possibly, maybe, hopefully otherwise)

But that doesn't mean you're going to sit here and watch it happen

(You know the games, the Legend of Zelda, this is how it always ends)

Instead, you feel lean but strong arms clamp around your torso

You're lifted up (even if you complain about how heavy you are, and he must be tired)

But Link is just smiling, and spins you around, Zelda is slack jawed in the background and then giggles??

Well, that's sweet, at least he remembered you were here instead of getting absorbed in her

Link practically whips you around, turning you in his arms

You stumble but he's too strong to let you falter in this position

He crushes you to his chest, a whispered "thank you" in your right ear, his breath is warm and ticklish

You awkwardly pat his back, "yeah, of course buddy, glad she's okay, and you're alright, you should get some rest. Oh, and you can have whatever I've got left in my iventory, since I won't be needing it anymore... you know I've gotta go soon."

You feel more see Link jump in shock, he grasps your shoulders (you didn't realize how hot his hands were until they were gone from your back)

You're worried he forgot about the whole "only here for adventures" Guide thing until painful understanding shows in his blue eyes

He immediately looks like the wind got knocked out of him

"Sorry Link, I wish I could stay to rebuild or explore Hyrule with you... but it's not my choice anymore."

You look apologetic but at least you know he won't be alone, that was your entire reason for being a Guide in the first place

But as you begin to fade (which, wow, Hylia really can't spare having you stick around for longer than a few minutes or seconds after Ganon's defeat??)

Link looks, panicked?

Like he's watching the Calamity happen all over again, but unlike in the game, he actually looks overwhelmed and freaked

His calloused hands attempt to grab you in various places, your arms, your waist, your shoulders, hands, just anything he can hold onto

But nothing works and you give him a sad smile, wishing him good luck with Zelda and the kingdom

And a reminder not to push himself too hard, bc you wont be there to stop him anymore

It's only just as the last of your vision fades (like a movie fading to black at the edges and closing in)

That you see him start to cry.

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The first few months without you were hard, you had practically been the one constant in his life, afterall he couldn't remember much else so consistent before you

Sure, he had flickers of old memories, old friends, even of Zelda,

But they were special ones, specific moments, not having a routine every evening for who cooks dinner and who does dishes

No memory of someone helping him figure out how to dress himself, or how to shield surf down the best slopes

You were home, the very wilds he's grown to love and adore during his adventure, his house in Hateno was more like a inn he didn't pay for, rather than the warm fire you were sitting beside, lifting a blanket corner so he could curl up beside you

Zelda had understood, thankfully

She'd expected he would be different, memory loss can affect someone like that

But she'd said he seemed, better, lighter

Lighter than he ever was as a knight, even at the happiest she'd seen him

He'd helped some with the castle at first, but seeing how depressed he was, esp after she got other workers or Hylians to help, Zelda had sent him off

Under the flimsy excuse to go officially inform the rest of the kingdoms that she'd been freed and Ganon defeated

Link had unconciously returned to your favorite spots around Hyrule, and it had hurt in a different way to be around stables and have people ask where you were (you were more talkative than he was)

He'd started to avoid civilization unless absolutely necessary for supply runs, and he preferred to do so in disguise late at night..

So when Link's summoned on an adventure yet again to fight a threat so devastating it needs the previous incarnations of him...

He's actually looking forward to it.

Don't get him wrong, he wishes this weren't necessary to defeat the shadow, and he doesn't want anyone to get hurt, but if this is an adventure...

It means he might be able to see you again.

And he's willing to take on Ganon all over again, spend months at a time fighting and mowing down monsters, if it means you're allowed to be by his side once more

(He had tried praying to Hylia, which he didn't do much pre or post calamity usually, but for you he made an exception, and the blonde found that this was the one prayer that he could feel no divine eye turned on him for...? Her presence was practically gone when he prayed for you back)

But at least now, he realizes, he was right.

Thank goodness (not Hylia?) , he was right

Because Link could feel you,

As he'd learned towards the end of his journey, there was an innate 6th sense he had for feeling your presence, the closer you were, the more precise it was, even down to which way you were turned (all without him looking at you)

(He had ignored the strangely giddy feeling that bubbled up in his chest when Impa learned of this trick, and began to tell him, for the first time since his memories about it were gone, about soulmates)

Like familiar paths in Hyrule, he knew where a safe place to sleep was waiting,

You were waiting.

All he had to do was step through the portal, find his fellow heroes, and he knew, you would be there.

☆

This accidentally posted 💀🥲

Welp, i was about ready to post it anyway, hope someone got a kick outta this,

Im slowly gonna add all the Links btw lol

Thanks for reading, hope u enjoyed! :)

Peace Out,

🌙

[elli3luvs]

falling in love at a coffee shop [ELLIE W]

summary: the barista at the coffee shop has you in a grip. even though you hate coffee.

genre: fluff

w.c: 1.3k

a/n: this is my first time writing in a looonnngg time so sorry if its not that good! lmk if you want a part two <333

Coffee was disgusting. The bitter-tasting bean couldn't be covered up with even copious amounts of milk and sugar. You hated the way it hit your tongue, spreading over every single taste bud and lingering there. Your face pinched with every single splash of liquid. Dina rolled her eyes every time but you couldn't help it.

There were only two things that made you come back to the coffee shop day after day. The way it smelled was one of the two reasons. Even as a proclaimed coffee hater, you could admit the smell of the roasting beans was good.

The only other reason was the barista that was behind the counter. From the first day, Dina dragged you to this shop, your eyes were locked on the barista. She was in your opinion the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. The way her hair fell over her face as she ground the coffee beans and steamed the milk was like a piece of art to you.

You wondered if this was a normal thing to do. To put yourself through what you considered mental torture just so you could glance at the barista every couple of minutes.

Dina knocked your leg under the table once again. You grabbed your cup to stop it from spilling, "Dude, you're staring. Again." You finally peel your eyes away from the auburn-haired barista to look at your friend.

"Is it obvious?" You whisper and she rolls her eyes. Her expression is going to get stuck like that one day.

She puts her pen down, stopping her studying to look at you with a pinched expression, "You remind me of a man right now. Staring at the poor girl just trying to do her job," You lean back in your chair, nibbling at your bottom lip, "We have come here for the past four days, in a row might I add, so you can stare at her. I have spent over 30 dollars in four days on coffee! Stop being a pussy and ask her for her number!" She stares at you, waiting for your reply.

You shake your head. What kind of person does she take you for? Surely she knows you well enough to know that asking someone out is one of the things you would rather die than do. Dina groans at your reaction, rubbing her fingers on her temples to soothe the oncoming headache.

"I, like," You start to explain your side to your friend who has her head rolled back with an exasperated expression pulled on her features, "What if she doesn't like girls?"

Dina suddenly cackles loudly at that, "She has a fucking forearm tattoo!" She noisily replied. The coffee shop patrons turn to look at your table. Dina just smiles at them.

You could crawl up and die.

You peer over your shoulder to see the barista looking at you two with an amused expression. When she catches your eyes she chuckles and goes back to steaming the cup of milk in front of her.

Dina doesn't look the slightest bit remorseful. She even looks a bit proud of herself, "Well, at least she knows we are talking about her now."

"I'm literally going to end your life."

---

You should've ended Dina's life when you threatened it a couple days ago. It could've saved you from facing the same coffee shop alone.

About 15 minutes ago you received a text message from your friend, one that you wish you didn't read until it was too late.

FROM. DI &lt;3 bought some coffee to-go but im studying sooooo hard rn… pick it up for me?

TO. DI &lt;3 no

FROM. DI &lt;3 please :( please :( please:(

please :(

Please.

PLEASEEEEE

TO. DI &lt;3 if i go get it will u shut tf up?

FROM. DI &lt;3 THANK U!!! btw it's under ur name so hot barista knows who u are hehe MWAH!!

You stood in front of the pickup area, fidgeting with your bracelet as you waited for the barista to make an appearance. You check your phone again to see it's been around 4 minutes since you arrived. There weren't any drinks on the mat so you could just grab and go, with no interaction at all. Sadly not. You began to wonder if the barista had decided to quit mid-shift as the minutes continuously went by with no view of her.

You turn around to look at the store hours on a sign sitting out front when the wooden floors creak behind you, "Oh?" You hear a voice.

You turn back around. It was her. Your heart felt like it was about to fall out at the sight of her. She had her auburn hair up in a half-bun and her t-shirt had rolled-up sleeves, showing off her sleek muscles. If you didn't know any better you would've thought you were having a heart attack from how your chest feels.

She looked at you with confusion plastered over her features, "Can I help you?" Her voice was the perfect mix of gravelly and deep. It was perfect. She was perfect in your eyes.

"Um," You scratch your arm nervously, "My friend said she put a to-go order in under my name."

Her laugh catches you off-guard. Your eyes shift around the small shop as you wait for her to explain her sudden onslaught of giggles. Tears prick the side of her eyes as she continues to laugh.

"Uh…" She calms down slightly, holding her stomach, "We don't do to-go orders. Your friend definitely lied to you about that but I can just take your order if you want me to?"

You really should kill Dina when the chance arises. Tonight does seem like a perfect night to become a murderer.

You snap out of your thoughts. Deciding to be a normal person, you reply with a smile, "Yeah… that works too," She motions you to come over to the register, "Can I just get a-"

She cuts you off, "Iced latte for you and an Americano for your friend?" She looks at your surprised face with a bashful smile, "I may not take the orders but I do make them and well… you and your friend have ordered the same thing the past four times. Now five."

You let out a small laugh, "We are both creatures of habit."

She nods, "Me as well," She licks her bottom lip, leaning on the counter, "What's the name of the order?"

She smiles as she gets your name, writing it down on the cups, "You have a pretty name. It will only take me a couple minutes to make these so you can sit if you want to."

You nod as she turns her back to you but you can't help but feel ecstatic at her calling your name pretty. Was this flirting? Or was this just normal conversation? God, this sort of stuff flew right over your head. The last time anyone said anything about you was pretty was when you first met Dina around four months ago. She said your hair was pretty as she sat down next to you in class. But this felt different. Maybe it's because of how undeniably you were attracted to this barista. It made your head spin as you went over the interaction a million different times.

Her calling your name out is the only thing that snaps you out of overthinking.

"Here you go," She hands you the drinks with a smile, "Hope they are good."

You take them, "They always are," She rubs the back of her neck at your words, "Thank you! See you later?"

Was that weird to say?

"Yeah, see you later."

Maybe not.

As you make your way out of the shop, you look down at your iced latte to take a sip when you notice black sharpie on the top.

In awful chicken scratch handwriting was the message of your dreams.

Call me? Ellie xx

With her number right beside her name.

Maybe Dina's shenanigans weren't always bad. She gets spared another day.

next part

[wof-reworked]

ok I can't stop thinking about the jade winglet, here's my gender hcs for all of them

Moonwatcher - she/they (nonbinary)

I feel like this is fun bc rn (in canon) her gender is just "anxiety" but like,,, one day in the future she gets to actually play around with it

like she captures a very specific type of person I've met who you go "oh I mean I know she's gay but she's probably cis..." and then you have like one real convo and find out they're like not only nonbinary but better at it then you

I think she should get to be butch when she's older. I think she deserves being a) massive compared to her two twink boyfriends and b) gnc as shit

Kinkajou- any/all (genderfluid +transfem)

Kinkajou strikes me as being like. totally ambivalent to gender. Kinkajou changes her pronouns based on how the fruit he ate for breakfast makes him feel. Kinkajou is better than you

I think she was like staunchly using she/her for a while bc it just felt right and like changes pronouns situationally- Rainwing village is she/her, Jade Academy is any/all, close friends it varies, etc etc

Qibli- he/they (transmasc)

Qibli's just always kind of known who he is, and has been like. pretty contentedly in his corner for a while. I think it's like- a pillar of stability for him of like "at least I know I'm (x)"

Proximity to Moonwatcher puts the they/them in there bc I think it's nice when ppl get more comfortable so they start branching out a lil bit :> Qibli has like. guy who says "he/they" because he doesn't mind they/them and wants his friends to feel supported y'know

Winter- he/him (cis + gnc)

Look I feel bad making him one of like. two cis ppl at JMA but like I think it's funny if he's cis but inflicts a status effect of gender envy on every trans person in his proximity

guy who does makeup flawlessly because "it's fun" and decimates your sense of identity as you wonder why the fuck god gave these gifts to a man

extra funny for the fact that as a dragonet he gets offended by the implication he's pretty. he gets over it eventually I think

Turtle- she/her or he/she/they (transwoman/trans)

See here. Otherwise I think she's like trans and this could go in like. any fucking direction ngl

transmasc turtle??? hell yeah !!! transfem turtle??? hell yeah !!! gender is whatever Turtle has going on and god knows if she knows it

last egg to crack bc Turtle is immune to self reflection that isn't anxiety and self loathing

"Haha everyone hates how other people refer to them and their gender what do you mean? :)" (entire jade winglet: cringing with worry)

Umber- he/him (cis)

cis and a lil insecure about it but like. he's just nice :)

he's like experimented with pronouns and gender and found none of them really stuck so like. cis+. cis (extended dlc). you know what I mean I hope

gonna be honest I'm lost for him bc I genuinely forget he was there bc he peaced out so fast. justice for my boy I want to know more !!!!!

I could be persuaded for transman Umber ngl,,, it tempts me,,,,,,

Peril- she/her (trans woman)

On one hand I'm torn bc I think it almost doesn't make sense for her backstory BUT ON THE OTHER HAND the idea of Scarlet being supportive of Peril's identity and LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE is hysterical to me

though actually if we wanna get sad,,,, that 100% could be a manipulation tactic of Scarlet. "see I love you I even accept you" etc etc. now I just feel bad man

Peril's also in the same camp of Qibli of knowing this abt herself since she could think and being happy in it. She knows what she's about

BONUS:

Carnelian- she/they/he (transmasc)

Look butch can be a gender and sometimes you're a mean butch skywing idk what to tell you

wish she stayed alive bc her and Moon could've been legendary together. girl who will kill for you vs girl who desperately wants you to do anything else please we talked about this you can't solve your problems with murder

I think Carnelian's true gender is Skywing Patriot and idk how to put that in hc form but this is as best I've got

[annisassintchaska]

lewis x fem!reader + enemy to lovers.

they both hate each other, but because they have the same friends, lewis and the reader end up having to tolerate hanging out together, going to the same parties and etc. one day the reader is going back home, by herself, waking through monaco’s streets, it’s usually safe but a creep starts to follow her from the party she was in. little did she know, lewis was observing her from the moment he put his eyes on her, they’ve got a thing for each other and everybody else knows it except them. he ends up protecting her from the creepy guy and walks her home, arms on her shoulder and making her feel less nervous about it.

tag me please! i follow so many acc’s i end up losing track of my requests <3

Late Night Incident: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Y/n l/n and Lewis Hamilton were both known to be bitter enemies who never liked each other since meeting for the first time. They first met at a dinner that they were invited to by their friends, bumping into each other and having a literal shouting match about Lewis' watch getting stuck in her freshly braided hair before entering the building; only to realise that their arrival was anticipated. The night went on and Lewis learnt little details about her as he subconsciously checked her out while Y/n did the same.

After the first meeting, they both warned their friend group that they would only tolerate the other because they have known them and doesn't seem to be getting in the way. Whenever hangouts were planned, the friend group who saw the rising tension between the two always made sure that they were either sitting in front of one another or sitting directly net to each other, as the friends found it amusing at the fact that they were trying so hard not to brush against each other which most of the time was a failure.

This night in particular, everyone was currently in Monaco so what better way to celebrate an empty schedule that comes once in a while than to go partying? Everyone in the group chat agreed to wearing the colour black, they got dressed and informed when they were finally on their way. The walk was smooth as the streets were less busy than during the day as Y/n finally arrived.

Officially, Lewis had arrived an hour prior to y/n, wanting to get there before her, and so from where he was sitting upstairs, he was able to spot her entering as the men around stared at her with nothing but lust which made him feel a ping of jealousy in his heart as he started to realise that he was in love with her. She took her time coming up the stairs and greeting everyone, lastly Miles as she gave him a squeezing hug before her eyes landed on him. Anyone who watched them in that moment would have been able to see their eyes soften as if being around each other made them feel relaxed. Y/n slowly walked over to the table that was already full and so she decided to just stand and nurse what seemed to be water as Lewis observed.

"Y/n come sit here" Lewis called to her as she turned to see him pushing back his chair to make room for her on his lap. She hesitated until Miles got tired of seeing her feet shifting in her sneakers and playfully pushed her right into Lewis' lap who expertly caught and turned her to sit properly. "Miles what the hell is wrong with you, I could've injured him!" Y/n yelled as she took up a spoon to throw at him, making everyone laugh at the fact that she couldn't see how much she cared for the British man. Meanwhile Lewis was behind her smiling at her cuteness as she blushed at the situation.

The rest of the night went on as everyone ate and drank, surprisingly not alcohol and spoke about whatever topic came to mind and it was now time to say goodbye. Everyone hugged and wished each other a good night with Y/n surprisingly hugging Lewis last, thanking him for volunteering his lap as a seat and wishing him a safe walk home. Their friends looking on with hope as they finally separated leaving out the club and walking off.

The walk home felt longer than usual for Y/n as she sighed into the cold air, turning around only to find a man who seemed to have been caught off guard that she recognised that he was probably following her. She started walking faster to get back onto the main road, with that man also speeding up, only for someone to come out of the shadows of the adjoining lane to hug her. "Hey babe, I didn't realise that you walked off into the wrong lane, you good?" Lewis said to make it sound believable as the man shamefully turned off into the opposite lane, disappearing out of sight. "Thanks, I'm good but what are you doing here?" Y/n asked confused as she tried to wrap her head around what just happened. "I was about to leave when I noticed that idiot walking off behind you, so I followed using a conjoining lane." Lewis explained as he hugged her now trembling body as her brain finally realise what would've happened if Lewis hadn't shown up. Y/n started crying as she held onto his shirt, her tears staining it as they began walking to her house that Lewis knew the way to because of the countless times that he would jog pass just to see her leaving for work in the mornings.

Upon arrival, they sat on the stairs and spoke for a while, Y/n calming down with each passing minute. "Thank you, Lewis. I really appreciate what you did for me back there. I don't know what I would do with myself if that had happened. On another note, I must be honest that I only hated you because I liked you and didn't know why or what to do about it." She confessed with her head down in self-pity until Lewis spoke. "Sweetheart, I must also be honest to say that it was the same for me, I tried to ignore the feelings and to push them aside, yet I was unable to" He spoke softly to her as he held her chin in his palm so that she was looking into his eyes. "I guess we're both idiots then" y/n joked as they laughed. "Well, this idiot would like to know if you'd accept my offer to take you out on a date?" Lewis asked shyly to which Y/n stood up pulling him with her. Y/n went onto her tip toes as she placed a kiss on his cheek. "Yes Lewis, I'll go on a date with you tomorrow. As for now you need to get home and rest" Y/n replied softly before they hugged one last time, saying the final goodbye as Y/n headed inside and Lewis walked the rest of his way home, smiling and giggling like a high school boy in love. Let's just say that this is the start to a magical and ethereal type of love.

[youremyheaven]

OKAY STORYTIME u guyysss

so my friend, we'll call her Mishti was in a long term relationship with a deadbeat loser guy who was toxic and crusty af (she's a Solar girl- Krittika Moon and she basically provided for him and he never gave her anything, not even peace of mind 😭) they started seeing each other in 2021 and I always thought their breakup was imminent because she was a straight A student and ambitious af and he was an unemployed toad 🐸 (they started dating when she was 21 and he was 26 btw 😬 to have no education or job AND expect your girl to spoil u at that big ass age is 🤢🤢🤮) they were always fighting and arguing and never had a moment of peace. She was talking to him ALL the time (she's Revati Sun)

I made my IG account in early 2023 and this guy started following me. He would unfollow and refollow me every few days so I just stopped letting him back in (i have a private acc) and he send me DMs like "why won't you let me follow you" and I was like ??? bc you keep unfollowing me?? and he was like "ohhh i was just trying to get your attention 😜" and I was like ???? (mind you, I had never ever met this guy and I'm sure he knew I was in his gf's college but I don't know if he knew that we were good friends) and he was all like "I know all about you, aren't you studying for ______ and aren't you from _____" (this is basic info bc it's just his gf's details basically) and I was like huh??? and he was like "I like looking at your profile, I look at it often" and I stopped replying after that 💀🤡😬😬 I know it doesn't seem immoral exactly but i don't think you should be talking to your girlfriend's friend this way 😬😬🤮

I thought of telling her but then I didn't want her to think I was a bitch 🤡 bc girlies in love will defend their philandering men and blame the women,,, so I just shut up even tho it really bothered me to think that I was the only friend of hers that he followed and he felt fine ??? talking to me like that ??? like was he not in the corner of his mind thinking that I might tell her that he's a bit sus 💀 IDK

Anywayyysss months go by and he sends me messages that I ignore (all of them are compliments and it doesn't feel right 😬😬) finally in June, he send me a long message about how he just wants to be my friend and wish I'd just talk to him 💀💀💀🤡 and I was like okay that's it, I can't do this shit anymore and I blocked him and messaged her to tell her about her man weirding me out

She told me that they'd broken up in early 2024 and that he'd been cheating on her 💀💀💀💀💀🤡

And I was like damn it I should've said something 😩😩😩😩 like clearly that man was lusty messaging and cheating with many women 😩😩and maybe i could've made the breakup happen sooner 😩😩🤡

But honestly Solar girlies stay in relationships they gain nothing from for far too long 😔

They're always dating men who give them breadcrumbs

She had 9383838 reasons to dump his ass but she stuck by him for YEARRSSS until finally he did something she couldn't forgive 😔😔😔

If you're a Solar woman, please stop giving your time and energy to men who give u absolutely nothing. I know you're an independent queen who needs nothing from anyone but don't carry around people who are dead weights and rob u of ur light 😩😩🙏 don't be independent at the expense of being with someone uncaring

[sidekickjoey]

"Hi Chrissy."

Sitting in the cool grass in Hawkins Memorial Cemetery, Eddie watches quietly as the sun shines down on the stone before him. Radiant is the only word that comes to mind as it glistens and stands tall. Then again, no better word could've described Chrissy Cunningham when she was on this Earth, or her smile. It's fitting it would also apply to her grave.

He picks a nearby dandelion and rests it at the base of the stone, just below an engraving of a sunflower - her favorite, he's learned. A few of the fluffy white seeds float up and wisp around the carved petals, giving it life. Motion. It makes Eddie smile.

"I'm sorry I've been sorta' shit about visiting ya'," he says after a moment, a shy little drawl to his voice making him sound quite endearing. Forgivable. "Wayne and I just moved into our new apartment last week and the whole moving in thing's wrecked us. Did you know that man had even more mugs hiding in storage? At least thirty, the maniac!"

He imagines Chrissy's own smile at that one. Sure, she had been scared out of her mind the night she entered his trailer, but Eddie can never forget seeing Chrissy's eyes comically widen at the sight of Wayne's collection of various mugs from around the globe. Most people do as such - even Wayne on some occasions, when he's tired and not prepared to remember his own expensive vice.

Eddie's finger traces the sunflower.

"I wish you could see the place. It's a lot cleaner and bigger than our old shit hole at Forest Hills. Plus, it's got this super big backyard with a tree that I'm thinking of putting a hammock under. I think it'd be a nice spot for writing songs. Isn't that just something, Chrissy?"

A brush of cool air past him has Eddie believing that yes, it is.

He picks another dandelion. Blows the seeds her way.

"I've actually got another something to tell you," he hints, waggling his eyebrows to no one. "It's even crazier than us having a whole house to ourselves, Wayne and I. It might've actually just about blown your mind if you were still around. It's been blowing mine for the last few days, if I'm being totally honest."

The sun brightens on Eddie's back. He takes a deep breath. Steadies himself.

"I, uh...I'm dating Steve Harrington."

The sun continues to shine.

The cool breeze returns.

Life goes on.

Eddie releases his breath.

"I hope you're not like, rolling in your grave below me right now," he chuckles, voice tight and nervy. "I know I'm the biggest hypocrite ever for falling for him, a known jock AND popular kid. It goes against pretty much everything I've stood for or yelled about at lunch. But, it's kind of like what you said about me, Chris. He wasn't what I thought he'd be like. He isn't."

He's way more, as a matter of fact. So much more that it hurts sometimes for Eddie to think about. Makes him question how he got so lucky to meet him, really meet him, in the first place.

"I wish you could see it for yourself," he says softly a minute later, now tracing her name with his pointer finger. "You two probably would've been great friends. He likes sports and doing his hair and goofing around. He's also weirdly good at baking. You were in the baking club, right? I swear I saw you selling gingerbread cookies before Christmastime. The little ones with the candy canes? Right?"

No one answers, but something in Eddie's bones makes that assessment feel right. He looks up to the sky, lets the sun soak into what skin isn't covered up by leather and denim for a minute, and imagines the dreamworld he described. He imagines Chrissy side-by-side with Steve in a kitchen, maybe with Robin if she stuck around or visited during college. He watches them as they get too messy, covered in flour and sticky from dough and icing, and smiles at the fact none of them seem to care. They're all so proud of their work and wanting Eddie to try everything. He can practically hear their laughter, their joy, their lack of care or fear as he does. He lets himself drown in it, just a little. Basks in it.

Stares back at Chrissy's grave seconds later with a piercing twinge of sadness.

Grieves.

Whimpers "You should be here still, Chrissy" to the stone.

Sniffling, he tries to laugh away the tears that have suddenly appeared like a tidal wave. It does no good, though. Not even the sunshine, the beautiful stuff that usually makes Eddie feel so seen and comforted, can whisk them away now that they've begun. He grips tight at his thigh. Desperately tries to ground himself.

"Steve's been reminding me that there was nothing I could do. Says I've been placing too much blame on myself for it all. Maybe I am. It's just that..." he takes a deep breath, "shit, I hate that you were the one made an example of in all of this mess. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to stop it and protect you from Vecna and the Upside Down and all that horrible crap you had no reason to be swept up in because of me. I'm sorry you can't be here and getting your own new boyfriend, or your own degree. I'm so fucking sorry."

A full-on sob hits Eddie then, knocking him off whatever ledge he had been teetering on right into a pit of anxiety and bottled-up sadness. It renders him shaky and a bit blubbery, and as another sob gears up in the pit of his chest, he starts to feel guilty he had shown up in the first place. If he'd just kept his news to himself, hadn't let himself dwell on all the milestones Chrissy would never reach, maybe he would've been okay. Maybe he would feel a little less broken, a little less wrapt with survivors guilt, a little less-

"Hey."

Eddie flips around in a fright to find himself face-to-knee with Steve Harrington.

The boy's face is gentle when he finally works up the courage to meet it. It's the same gentleness that had been there the first time Eddie confessed to wanting to visit Chrissy, and the same that had coaxed him out of the car when his nerves got the best of him. It's also the same that had gazed upon Eddie when he confessed to having a crush, and when he proceeded to say he'd be fine if they never spoke again because he gets why that would not be happy news to hear.

His gaze is somehow never pitying. Always achingly empathetic.

It tears another sob from Eddie.

Carefully, Steve sits down at Eddie's side and wraps an arm around him. His hand soothingly begins to rub up and down Eddie's arm, grounding him the best he can. Eddie leans into it. Hopes Chrissy is okay with having their private conversation shared. Sobs again.

"Hi Chrissy. I dunno if you knew me, but I'm Steve."

Eddie shuts his eyes and buries his face into Steve's shoulder.

"I'm sure Eddie probably already told you, but we're...we're a couple now, so I hope you don't mind me intruding. I know uh...I know he's kinda private about this stuff."

He means Eddie's feelings about Chrissy's death, about Chrissy in general. The whole lot of it. Eddie knows it in an instant - feels the way Steve's grip nudges them closer together in understanding.

"I'm not sure what you were chatting about, but I have something to tell you if that's alright."

Steve pauses.

Bless him, he pauses for the answer that won't come.

Eddie could - no, plans to love him forever for doing something like that for his sake. For Chrissy.

"He's been pretty torn up about you. We all are, but...well, it's hard. I've been through this four times now and that first time is still a lot to think over. But...uh, Robs told me that in movies, ghosts are always like, torn up and stuff about people being sad they're gone. Want them to live their life to the fullest. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm gonna make sure our guy here does that. For you."

Blinking up from Steve's shoulder, Eddie sniffles. "W-What?"

"Yeah," Steve says, keeping his eyes on the stone. "I'll make sure he has reasons to smile and...and reasons to get through the hard times. I'm gonna' be there to remind him what all that's like, okay?"

"Steve..."

"And I know it won't be easy, but...I think it'll be good. For all of us. Ya' know?"

Tears threatening again, Eddie places a small kiss to Steve's cheek. He feels Steve's grip bring him in even more, almost keeping Eddie in his lap. Comforting him. It's more than he could ask for.

The sun shines on him. Eddie feels it again - wills it to help.

"I can't do it all on my own, though. I could use a little divine intervention here and there, if you could spare some."

Eddie almost corrects Steve. He almost says ghosts aren't divine, how that's reserved for angels and God and stuff. But, on second thought, he figures if anyone from Hawkins was granted an angelic afterlife, Chrissy probably was first in line.

Instead, he listens to the beat of Steve's heart.

"But, I'll try. We'll both try. We promise."

"Y-Yeah," Eddie hiccups. "We promise."

Steve smiles into his hair.

"Got anything else you need to say, Eddie? Or do you want to go grab milkshakes somewhere before we head back to your place?"

Blinking his bleary eyes back open, Eddie gazes at the tombstone. Commits it to memory. Pictures Chrissy giggling and telling them to go have fun.

Really, who is he to tell her no?

"Yeah, I think we're good here," he says, finally. He nods once more to Steve and lets him pull him up to his feet, the shaky thing he is. His arm ends up around Steve's waist as they give a final look to Chrissy, and for a moment, he wonders what she must be thinking. He wonders if she is grateful for their promise, or if she is wishing she could have a milkshake with them, too. Eddie hopes, wherever she is, she can go grab one. Enjoy with them, and above them. He'd like that.

And, after today, he thinks Steve might, too.

They hold each other's hand tight as they leave the cemetery.

They hold hands even tighter when Eddie gets a tattoo of a sunflower the very next day.

[nikibogwater]

I watched The Last Unicorn (1982) with very, very little prior knowledge of the film. And I wasn't planning to, but I ended up taking notes because wow. This movie. It's something.

The very little prior knowledge I had was as follows: it's an old animated film about a unicorn and I've occasionally heard people talk about it fondly. That's it, that's literally all I had going into this thing. It was not nearly enough to prepare me.

Ohhhh I love the scenery! Man, nothing hits quite like a traditional hand-drawn backgrou--OH MY WORD WHAT IS THAT WHY IS IT MOVING LIKE THAT STOP IT

Ohhh, this is a Rankin-Bass production? Well, that explains the animation.

Yeah that is not a unicorn, that's a llama with a table-knife glued to its head.

Ooh, the opening credits play over a lightly animated medieval tapestry! That's so coo--aaaaand they picked the most 80's sounding song I can imagine to go over it, okay.

Yo this butterfly is stoned out of his little buggy mind, maybe he should get some rehab.

Love that it's not immediately clear what the "red bull" actually is yet. Is it a literal bull? Is it a raging fire? Is it the inescapable march of industrial progress?? Gotta stay tuned to find out. (edit: it was literally just a bull and I need to stop reading symbolism into every little thing).

Ok ngl, the "Man's Road" sequence was actually fire, despite (or perhaps because of) the 80's cheese.

Angela Lansbury!!! Man, she just ate this role. Who'd've thought Mrs. Pots could sound so threatening?

I would die for Shmendrick.

Oh that is a very lore-accurate harpy right there. (⊙_⊙;)

Love how the witch's carnival arc touches on the idea of truth vs. wishful delusion. There's a beautiful irony in a movie about a literal unicorn talking about the importance of staying grounded in what is real and truly beautiful.

No, seriously, I would die for Shmendrick. Protect this precious man at all costs.

Can we pretty please stop calling the witch Mommy

"That's my immortality!" eyo this witch is actually a great villain. Really wish she could've stuck around for the whole movie.

Awww, the unicorn is taking care of Shmendrick! That's so sweet! God knows he needs it.

Shmendrick: Run! We'll find each other later! *immediately gets captured*

Have I mentioned that I would die for Shmendrick.

I feel like the entire bit with the outlaws had a lot of connecting shots cut out for time because I really couldn't follow any of what was happening.

Hehehe...That tree looks like a butt. I wonder if they did that on purpo--WHAT THE HELL

*nervously glancing over my shoulder to make sure my family doesn't see me watching this*

Unicorn to the rescue!! Thank heavens.

"That was true magic." Then please don't ever do true magic again.

"How dare you come to me now, when I am this?!" H-hey, nobody told me this movie was gonna go that hard...

Mom-friend acquired! Just in time, too. Unicorn looked like she was getting real tired of being the only one with two brain cells to rub together.

Our heroes: *bracing themselves for what may be the darkest, most dangerous part of their journey* Freakin' Gerry Beckley from "America:" 🎵MOON RISIN'! DISGUISIN'!! 🎵 Gotta love that tonal dissonance.

Oooh hey the animation on the Red Bull is actually kind of good!

Molly: DO SOME MAGIC! Shmendrick: I CAN'T! Molly: YES U CAN I BELIEVE IN U Shmendrick: *does some magic* Molly: NOOOOO WHAT HAVE U DONE Molly I love you, but make up your darn mind.

Love that being turned into a human being is like, the worst thing that could ever happen to the unicorn. Yeah, being human is a pretty awful experience.

Boy there is just empty static behind Prince Lir's eyes. Homeboy doesn't have a thought in his head and probably never will.

Lir: babe look I got u a severed dragon head pls love me

Oh yeah. Marry this one, Unicorn. He's a keeper.

Molly: Shmendrick will help! Unicorn: I hope for no help from him. He is no magician now, but the king's clown.

GURL SAY THAT AGAIN! U KEEP DISRESPECTING MY BOI SHMENDRICK AND U WILL GET THESE HANDS!

The pirate cat is now my second-favorite character. I've known him for all of 10 seconds, but I love him.

He doesn't actually purr. He just says, "Purr, purr." I love him even more now.

"No cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer." Most accurate line ever put to film.

Unicorn, please marry Prince Lir, you well never find a purer source of Himbo Energy than him. Look at him, he's even singing badly for you, you gotta take this one.

"I mean you can't really be that ridiculous magician's niece--" BETRAYAL. OUTRAGE. SCANDAL. I DISOWN YOU, LIR, YOU FOUL SERPENT WHO SPEAKS NOTHING BUT FILTH. I HOPE THE UNICORN BREAKS YOUR STUPID LITTLE HEART

Dang. This guy voicing the skeleton is putting his entire heart and soul into that laugh.

Prince "I love whom I love" Lir will not be stopped even by the threat of potential bestiality. I'd say Husband Goals, but first of all, ew, and second, he insulted Shmendrick so he is dead to me.

"I wish to God I didn't care about anything but my magic, but I do!" Oh Shmendrick, honey... 🥺

Yooo, that transformation back into her unicorn form was actually sick. For a Rankin-Bass made-for-tv movie, this thing pulls off some surprisingly good animation every once in a while.

Yeah, kick his magical red butt, little unicorn! Go save your boyfriend and your family!!!

What is it with Christopher Lee and playing creepy old guys who get thrown off of towers at the end

Wait, no, I only sort of meant it when I said the unicorn should break Lir's heart, I didn't think they'd actually do it!

Molly ditched her outlaw husband to travel the world with Shmendrick and honestly, I'd do the same if I was in her place.

Oh wow. She chose to save her own kind and return to her forest even though she loved Lir. This is actually very bittersweet and--GOTDANGIT GERRY BECKLEY, NOT NOW!!!

Closing thoughts: This movie was an absolute trip and I'm probably going to think it was a fever dream I once had after some time has passed. It's also the only movie I can think of that I would actually want a remake/remaster of. The story was great, though it jumped around from place to place so quickly that it was sometimes hard to follow what was happening. I like the characters a lot (mostly Shmendrick tbh but they're all good), and I wish there had been more time to let them interact with each other. You can see the potential for chemistry between the different personalities, but it's stifled by moments of awkward voice acting and the strange, jittery character animation. With more time to breathe and better animation, this story would really be something amazing. I'm actually very interested in reading the original novel it was based on now, I'll have to see if I can get my hands on a copy. All in all, The Last Unicorn (1982) is a mind-boggling experience with surprisingly deep themes combined with what I can only assume is what you see when you're on acid. If you have any interest, I would highly recommend seeing this thing for yourself.

Yes. Even the Boob Tree. Please. I don't want to be the only one who is cursed to have that scene in my brain.

[voltstone]

S4 WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AND WEIRD

I love the fourth season. It does so many things right. But also. …it's kinda a mess.

Like a very pretty mess. But a mess. And I could write a wholeass essay on it. Don't feel like it right now.

I will say this one thing now though: it has always confused me how of all the seasons, S2 is the one that really explores being a kid in an apocalypse without really an adults to guide said kid, and not…S4?

Sure, there's adults in S2, but Clementine is stuck in this weird grey zone where she can't really rely on them, and has to be her own adult. And this does include Kenny, depending on what people choose to do, and what they interpret. Because he was easily just as bad given the specific scenes. Better, given other scenes, but the bad was…really bad.

But then there's S4. And like, yeah sure, the schoolkids are there to represent a healthy but struggling community—in that there's things to work through, but they genuinely care for each other, and they do whatever it takes to survive, regardless of what they think a "liability" is.

But like. The season never really explored the extent of what being abandoned by adults really would imply??

Like why is S2 the only one where exploring substances as a kid is a thing? Clementine can smoke and drink there, and that's with adult influence. Whereas with S4, nothing. Even though the fishing shack looks like it's a hotspot for booze.

I dunno if I'm making sense. This is why I generally write essays and not splurge on a post. Lol. But. I just. I just wish S4 really explored what the adults leaving did to those kids, man. Beyond what the season did.

S4 in this regard just felt like they knew what being a troubled kid implied, but they actually never wanted to depict kids doing more adult things, other than survival, even though Clementine 1) could've smoked and drank before because…the adults around her were…hmph, and 2) she is literally raising a child on her own. Like it beats around the bush but in a weird and obscure way that I don't have the energy to pick apart.

I just.

[darkk-academic]

Mirage

[Part I] [Part II]

[Five Hargreeves x Reader]

Summary : At first he thought it was a mirage, a phantom. A cruelty of his own mind.

Warning : None.

Savior.

Pulling him out from his mind, that is full of debris left behind by a future yet to transpire.

In the form of savior you come with a laugh.

Outside the weird man's door, who he'd just tried to sell an encyclopaedia to.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if—"

The man had shut the door on his face.

Silence and then—

Then there was a laugh.

And here you are.

Eyes half-closed, laughing, looking—looking—

And he—he feels—

The smell of petrichor as the first few raindrops hit the parched, earthy soil, carried on the breeze, coming in through an open window, brushing the wind chimes as it does so, ensuing a dance of silence with tinkling melody.

That's the way he feels at your first appearance in 1963.

Though you don't have any scent, but in your presence he feels the fragrance of peace, and having been deprived of it for so long, he being the parched soil of anguish, gulps it down with feverish desperation.

He's horribly hollow, and in the silence of him your melodious laughter is very much welcomed.

He relishes it.

—Overwhelmed by it all.

Gaze averting, he clears his throat. "Do you know about—"

"About the apocalypse?" Laughter dwindling, you complete his sentence, voice soft.

He knows without seeing, your eyes adorn that look of understanding.

"Yes. That."

"Everything will be fine, Five," you assuage. "I'm here—"

In a way that's not nearly enough.

"—I'm right here."

And yes, yes you are. And no, no, he doesn't need you. But—

Will you stay?

•••

He stands outside the asylum he'd just confined his brother to and—

"What have I done?"

Because all of this is his fault.

If he hadn't messed up the jump. If he hadn't let the apocalypse happen. If he hadn't left in the first place—

"What was right."

You.

He turns in your direction, guard going up, gut churning at being seen. So exposed, so vulnerable.

"My brother," he snarls, "wouldn't have been here if not for my colossal fuck up."

"Actually, he wouldn't have been anywhere at all if it weren't for you. Not one of them."

The air is knocked out from his lungs. It's just a simple statement. It means nothing. It's inconsequential.

It is everything he wants to hear. Has silently pleaded to be acknowledged. For just one of them to see—

And it's you.

You see—

And he—he feels—

Stay. Please.

•••

You are adorable when flustered.

Wide eyes, lips parted, you gape at the sight of all the strippers as they dance.

For the first time, he wishes you to be tangible.

So that he can see the blush on your cheeks—

No, he doesn't.

He takes a seat, staring at the lady dancing, while his attention stays on you.

He wonders whether you've ever been to a club before. Not likely, if your expressions are anything to go by.

You look so…

Your eyes have this look, equal parts curiosity and shyness.

And, now that he thinks about it, you do that quite a lot, gaze at your surroundings in wonder, as though seeing everything for the first time.

He opens his mouth to question you—

"She's too young for you."

The taste of reunion turns sour as the conversation progresses. Things get shittier with every moment that he spends talking to his pea-brained brother.

"—and if I was gonna do something about it, it sure as hell is not gonna be with you."

Honestly, if he could've abandoned himself, he probably would have done that too.

Still, thanks for that, Luther.

"Oh my lord…"

His gaze flits over to you and—

Throwing his head back, he laughs.

Eyes stuck to the man currently getting a lap dance, you look positively scandalized.

For the possibility of seeing red stain your cheeks—

He will let you stay.

•••

Where do you disappear to?

You are with him until you aren't.

Like rain that comes and goes as it pleases.

"Where do you go?" He asks, alone, only now getting the chance after being around Diego and his crazy lady for so long. "When you aren't with me? Where are you?"

Can he trust you?

He already does.

You bite your lip, the apologetic glint in your eyes causing his lips to turn down.

"I can't tell you."

He finds he doesn't much care. He expected as much.

Jaw clenching, he opts to check the darkened rooms of his Father's farce of a house instead of offering you assurances.

Instead of soothing the guilt that he can see you feel.

"I'm sorry," you continue.

He shrugs, faking nonchalance. "Whatever."

Go then. Go wherever you have to. He doesn't care.

But—

Listen.

Stay just for a while?

•••

He comes back to Elliot's with a bleeding cut.

A cut that Pogo, Pogo of all people—

"Hello." He finds you standing in the middle of the room he'd taken for himself.

You'd left him in a blink.

As you always do.

There and gone.

Ignoring you, he goes to the bathroom, searching for a first aid kit.

"Pogo?" You question, knowingly.

It angers him.

This insouciance of yours.

Like it doesn't affect you to be apart from him. Like you don't feel his absence as an incessant wound. Like you don't care.

Throwing the first aid kit on the bed, he runs a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong?"

You are.

He is.

Everything is fucking wrong.

At his silence, you try again, "You can tell me, Five."

And it's the way you say his name.

As if it's something sacred.

"You are what's wrong!" He snaps, blood rushing. "The way you seem to know everything is wrong." He glares, rounding on you.

"Your presence is wrong. Your absence is wrong. The way you make me feel is wrong. The way you aren't tangible enough is wrong. But most of all, the way you come, but don't stay is wrong."

He regrets it.

Why did he say anything?

Has he no impulse control?

The stress of the day must be getting to him.

Or maybe it's sleep deprivation.

You stare at him, tugging at your fingers—how can you even do that? You aren't even—

"I only know as much as you've told me."

What?

Out of everything he said, that's what you—

He's fine. He's grateful even that you didn't focus on the rest.

And—

He steps closer to you.

"What? What I have told you?" He quirks a brow, carefully recomposed.

Finally, some answers.

"Care to elaborate? Or is this something 'I can't say' too?"

You smile beautifully and shake your head. "No, um…I…" you trail off, brows crinkling. "I don't know how to explain."

Well, that he can help with.

He hums. "Do I meet you in the future?

"Yes," your voice is so achingly fond it makes his throat burn. "Yes, you do."

"How are you here? Is this like your power?"

Something flashes behind your eyes, too fast for him to decipher.

"No," you reply. "No, a…lady helped me."

The first thought that pops in his mind at the mention of the lady is of The Handler.

"A lady?" He repeats. Eager wishes for the lady to be anyone but her echo in his mind. "And who might this lady be? Do you know her name? What did she look like?"

"It wasn't…her. It wasn't the Handler," you reassure him, no doubt seeing through his guise of calm.

How do you just know? How can you know him so well?

The answer is as simple and as complicated as this :

You see him.

But. Curiosity demands to be satiated. "Then, who was she?"

"She said her name was Roxanne."

The name.

It isn't one he's familiar with.

And yet—

Blinking, he clears his head.

"No clue who that is." He shrugs. "Now that we are on the topic of names, what's yours?"

"Well people calle—call me, Perry. It's short for Perdita."

Perdita.

Isn't she a princess from The Winter's Tale?

How fitting.

The atmosphere turns quite serene after that.

He sits nursing a cup of coffee with you, by the window, legs dangling down.

The moonlight shines down on you and you look—

And he—he feels—

But that's besides the point because—

You talk. Silvery voice invading his ears, as you regale him with tales from your childhood.

About the orphanage you grew up in.

About your friends.

About the hotel you work in.

And he listens.

And he—he feels—

So light. So content. So peaceful. So lo—

But that's all besides the point—

The point is that you stay.

•••

He has noticed that you stare at him in something that can be awe.

Sitting in the coffee shop as he waits for Vanya, he observes the way your eyes are…just stuck on him.

And he—he feels—

"You stare at me a lot," he states.

Wishing he could see the blush that must come along with that shy smile.

"I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable," you say. Still, gazing at him. "But, now that I can stare at you, I can't find it in myself to look anywhere but at you."

He frowns. "What? What do you mean?"

He's come to loathe that apologetic glint in your eyes.

"I can't tell you."

And there it is.

"You know, it frustrates me to no end when you say that."

"I can go if you want."

If he could take a hold of your hand, he will, but since he can't—

"I want you to stay."

•••

"I never got the chance to dance with you."

Melancholia dipped words spill out of your mouth, the despondency of them tugs at his heart.

Gaze flitting over to you—

Longing stitched together.

That's what you look like as you stare at the couples dancing together.

He opens his mouth to—

To what?

Ask you to dance? His conscience scoffs.

Rub salt into the wound?

Gritting his teeth, he closes his mouth.

But the expression on your face—

The more he stares at it, the more suffocated he gets—

And he—he feels—

He leaves.

Isn't it ironic?

After asking you to—

He's the one who doesn't stay.

•••

"So much can change in a matter of seconds. One could overthrow an empire. One could fall in love—"

Unwitting, his eyes lock with yours.

Something happens then.

A catharsis.

An avalanche of emotions.

He sees flashes of your beautiful smiles. Hears the melody that is your laughter. The fragrance of peace. Your cold, phantom touch—

A crack in his middle splits wide, the abyss peeking out, a tug connects, hooking around his heart, from you to him.

Trust. Comfort. Understanding. Care.

All press into his rotten core, and—

And he—he feels—

Oh.

Now more than ever, he needs you to stay.

•••

"You don't have to do this, Five."

But he does.

He has to. Otherwise—his family—

He has to.

He's disgusted by himself, but he's used to it. He's grown habituated to the blood that sullies his hands. He has learned to suppress the gag when he sees his reflection, on good days he can almost ignore it.

He can stomach a bit more.

For his family.

But—

Can you?

He remembers you saying, 'Even if you did go ahead with this plan, it won't change the way I feel about you.'

But—

Will you look at him the same?

At the thought of revulsion in your eyes when you gaze at him—

He doesn't think he can stomach that.

"Will… will this…" He trails off, staring at you despairingly.

He's the most honest at his lowest.

And this—

Just like last time, he finds himself succumbing to the pull that tugs him to you.

"Will this change the way I feel about you?" You help. Ever understanding.

He nods jerkily.

You smile that beautiful smile of yours.

His heart stutters.

"Nothing can change the way I feel about you, Five." You step closer to him. "I accept you in your entirety. All the good and the bad."

His eyes fall shut in surrender as your hand comes near his face.

Cold touch trails from his temples down to his jaw, before coming back up and cupping his cheek.

He leans into it, brows furrowing.

"I fell, like the seconds slipping, into your love," you whisper.

His eyes snap open at the confession.

You—you—

Holding his stare, you appear to stand on your tiptoes—

His eyes close again at the press of cold on his forehead.

He thinks his heart might just beat out of his chest.

"And with each passing second, I only fall more."

His mouth goes dry.

Phantom. Mirage. Whatever you are. He wants you. Bit and crumbs. He wants all that you can give.

In return, he'll make himself deserving of you.

"Stay?"

"Stay."

•••

He's a failure.

He's gone and doomed them all.

Hisfamilyisdeadbecauseofhim—

And he's still the only survivor.

Not for long.

Black dots dance in front of his blurry vision as he peers up at the gun pointed at him.

Oblivion— It'll be a welcome relief.

He wonders whether he will see his family again.

He wonders whether he will see you.

He wonders whether he will be able to be with his family and you, all of you, free of pain—

"Five," someone whispers in his ear.

With great effort, his eyes move and—

Hello, Angel. Come to save me, have you?

"Five, you can't give up." Cold grazes the sides of his face. "Please, Five, you didn't suffer so much to lose now."

But he's so tired.

Would it be so bad if he slept?

This world smothers him—

"You promised to stay."

Perdita.

—you make him breath.

He remembers the promise. He remembers. Remembers. Remembers—

'I fell, like the seconds slipping, into your love.'

'So much can change in a matter of seconds. One could fall in love.'

'And with each passing second, I only fall more.'

So

Much

Can

Change

In

A

Matter

Of

Seconds

He can fight a bit more.

For his family. For you.

For as long as you want him to—

He will stay with you.

•••

"Alright, everyone say your goodbyes and everything, and then be back here at six, although you're welcome to come sooner."

Giving the final command to his siblings, he watches them leave before promptly jumping to the rooftop, where you wait.

"I will be leaving soon," you greet him with those words.

The words shake him to his core, striking him like lightning.

Leave?

He can feel his heart picking up its pace, feel his throat clog up—

"I love you." You smile so beautiful, so beautiful it hurts. "Don't worry, you will see me again," you assure, once again seeing him.

Your eyes flutter—

He jerks forward, towards you, yanked by a feral sort of fear—

"Wait!" He stops, your eyes snap open. "I… stay," he pleads. "Stay. Please. Just for a while. I need to say something."

"Okay."

Patient, you wait for him to speak.

And he—he feels—

He has never longed for someone so hopelessly.

For the first time, he lets himself feel. Lets himself need, once and for all, surrender to the inescapable pull that tugs him to you, the fear and the love—

He has never allowed himself to feel so deeply and now that he does, everything else from the academy to the apocalypse seems superficial, seems insubstantial and transient and negligible in the face of this—everything else, his desires and dreams and demands that he'd been able to control, to suppress, but this—this between you and him—this is nothing like that, this is so distinct and detached and different, and he longs and he longs and his soul screams, his silent cries of anguish echo all throughout the space-time continuum, and he yearns and aches and still, still, he longs—

Through haze, he thinks he hears a voice, faint and distant, 'Your wish is my command, love.'

"Five!"

Your gasp has him opening his eyes, he hadn't even realized he'd closed them.

And then he sees you—

You, solid and corporeal and tangible.

His jaw falls open.

You appear just as surprised as him, touching your hair and face.

Visible instead of translucent.

But yes, yes it's true.

"How…?"

"I have no idea," you reply. Head lifting from the inspection you'd been doing on yourself to look at him.

He doesn't know who moves first, one moment you both are staring at each other, awestruck—

And the next, he's meeting you in a desperate embrace.

Hands circling your waist as your curl around his neck, your nose nuzzling into his cheek, he hides his face in your hair, lifting you up and spinning.

He finds himself melting into it, into you. Nothing has felt so right—

And he—he feels—

Letting you down, he leans back just a bit—hands still around your waist, yours too, rest around his neck—smiling down at you.

He cannot seem to find words, but you appear to be content with silence, peering up at him.

'I never got the chance to dance with you.'

He recalls you saying.

Pulling back, he steps away from you.

Smiling at your confused expression, he goes down on one knee, holding his hand out to you.

"Dance with me?"

Your lips part, dumbstruck.

Then you throw your head back and laugh.

His heart warms at the sight of it.

You take his hand.

He holds your hand, the other settling at your back, while your only free hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

Few moments in and he knows two things—

You have zero clue about dancing,

And he can spend all his time teaching you how to dance.

How can he not?

When you flash him that beautiful dimpled smile after stepping on his toes.

He twirls you, elegant and slow. Pulling you with your back to him, with your arms crisscrossed your fingers twine with his, moving side to side.

Cheek resting on your head, he sighs.

Thank you, he thinks, for everything you've done.

Unfurling you out of his hold in a swift move, gently he tugs you in again, this time facing him.

Under the moonlight, you appear to be sublime, ethereal, just like your existence.

Forearm supporting your back, he dips you, keeping his eyes on yours as he does.

I'm in love with you.

Straightening, he draws you back, hands moving to wrap around your middle as your encircle his neck.

Melding and merging into each other.

He wants this night to never end.

Pressing his forehead against yours, eyes fluttering shut, he sways gently.

Stay. Stay. Stay.

•••

Dawn comes too soon.

Stepping away from you, he tries to push down the fear he experiences as you once again turn translucent.

"Smile, Five," you demand, smiling yourself. "You will see me soon."

He smiles for you. Pained. Resigned.

Don't go, he wants to say—

You start to disappear, the way he'd seen the very first time.

As though merging into the atoms surrounding him.

But the truth is—

You can't stay.

There and gone.

•••

Extra Credit :

"I'm sorry." You stand in front of him, eyes unseeing, peer over his shoulder. "Do I know you?"

………………………………………………………………………

A/N :

Here it is!

If there's any mistake, apologies, real sleepy rn.

Gave a name to reader cause, maybe S4 will let this be fleshed out into a fic?

Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Thankyou! ❤️

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

SHAMELESS OPINIONS: S7 (cause Mickey's write off hurt and after s5, I watched again from s1 and forced myself to keep watching + no one around me likes Shameless so I need a place to vent)

overall: i actually loved it, had me pretty hooked all throughout

ok, i kind of like s7 Trevor, he's charming, got this lil sassy banter going off, he's cute and nice y'know. I just *HATE* that they so obviously tried to recreate some dynamics he had with Mickey straight away without letting us warmup to him, how can you deepthroat aspects built from 5 seasons into half of one??? No. Sorry. Him settling so quickly into the Gallagher house as if he's spent a decade there, idk. And the patient scene with Ian? foh man, no. 1x09 was special for a reason, and this would've played differently if Ian actually came to Mick if he was still around. They play out so much better as friends or fw/b ig but that deepthroat can't help me see a relationship between them. Not liking s8 Trevor so far, my god. Also his nonchalant attitude towards Monica threw me off. I get it, he's new and doesn't know much, Ian never mentioned her before apparently, but like "she's a lil crazy i can like her" eek, idk. Like almost downplaying his situation with her.

Caleb can suck my ass along with JW and his hate for bisexuals. My bi ass cannot approve. Cheater McCheater my ass. I can almost walk through Ian's ignorance cause for all he knew, Caleb was just gay, and I feel he said the bisexual thing out of frustration and betrayal towards his actions than actual disdain for the orientation, but yes. He was ignorant in his convo with Lip, and so was him anyway. I guess they just didn't know it is a thing. But thing is, I BET YOU ASSES that Caleb is the type of douche to STILL justify his actions even if JW didn't display his hate towards bisexuality in his writing, he just is *that* douchy. At least he motivated Ian to get his job, I'll give him that.

OH MY GOD THE THROUPLE... AND ITS SLOW BURN. it's hard cause you can understand both sides of the situation and it was just a clear issue of misunderstandings and miscommunication... I just wish they could've handled things better because I was really rooting for them. They fucking worked so well, with their little schedules and organization. I have such a fat crush on Isidora it's actually embarrassing. Anyway... I miss their dynamic. They deserved better.

Lip was a dick to Fiona about the Laundromat, but Fiona also just jumps the gut to these impulsive decisions, and I get that if she does ask for opinions, they probably won't agree with her, and it's not like I can blame lip, I mean look at the Club situation, yeah she made profit, but didn't break even, and that where his worry comes from. But at least, if she still approached him, and did it anyway against his say, he can't rub it in her face that this entails a family meeting and she can't just make those decisions without consultation. Overall, Lip was so arrogant and dickish with her, and for what... he couldn't even bring the money he so desperately wanted her to believe he could.

I love Sue. I just love EMT Ian stuff with all my life, idc what it is, I kick my feet cause he's so happy.

I fucking loved Carl and Mr. Luthers dynamic. Such an epic lil duo tbh.

I loved Frank's storyline here fsr 💀💀 it's so silly and he gets his way like always, but idk, I loved seeing his adventures at the shelter, he still remains a POS that's for sure.

I fucking LOVED seeing Debbie this season, I was a little disappointed last season cause there is so much lost potential on her pregnancy journey last time with where she was staying, but I fucking loved her here and putting her scamming skills to the test. Don't love how she ends up treating Neil in s8 cause... Well, I just feel bad for him, but also, if she really wanted to stay true to her convenience relationship, she probably should've stuck it out more so it lasted more, idk. But enough of that, I loved her setting a goal for herself at the end of the season, and I honestly commend Monica for helping her get Franny out of the house, I understand Derek's family's concern but they were so cunty in how they handled things.

Monica's death hit me like a truck... Idk why, there are so many mixed emotions here, she couldn't dare to tell the kids the real reason she was there, and all she wanted was to be there one last time. My heart goes out to her tbh.

Gallavich. Oh dear God. FERAL, FERAL EVERY TIME. it's like receiving crumbs and eating them up like a vacuum, nothing I can say that hasn't already been said... I just... Wow. Fuck. And to know that, after needing Noel for ratings, that this was gonna be the end for them? No, I could throw up. I couldn't imagine watching shameless as it aired with that knowledge in mind. FUCK ME THOSE TWO EPISODES I ATE THEM UUUP. anyway, I'm normal about Gallavich.

Lord bless Etta... my dear soul. 7x11 was vicious for that, my heart crumbled fr. I can see this was all in Fiona's best interest for Etta and stuff... It was just so sad to see.

Lip and Sierra, I don't really know what people's opinions are about Sierra but I kind of liked her? She was sweet, and had traces of boundaries with Lip even if the fucker attempted to break them every now and then. But she was sweet.

Lips second spiral was even harder than the first one to see. Him crashing at Helene's apartment, and she still doesn't seem to grasp that she essentially groomed him, and he's just so devastated still. Fuck.

That ending montage was truly a piece of cinema I tell you. It was beautiful.

I probably have more to say I don't remember but I really liked s7, not on the priority of a constant rewatch, but it was really good...and truly served as the finale it was meant to be. EXCEPT FOR GALLAVICH, holy fuck that would've pained the whole audience.

[hockstetters-overbite]

HCs for Henry as a kid? angst and fluff are also very welcome :)

AUGHHH FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN WANTING TO SHARE MY HEADCANONS FOR A SOFT SQUISHY LIL TINY HENRY LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!

Ofc TWs: Abuse mentions, Lots of yapping about Henry's mom, Butch being a shitty dad after his wife leaves and ik having to grow up too early hits hard for a lot of people so I'll throw that in there too!

The rest of the Bowers Gang besides Patrick and book characters that didn't make the cut for 2017 will be mentioned since I'm a firm believer that Belch, Henry and Vic were childhood friends, 'specially Henry n Vic!

Before his mom left, Henry was definitely a very affectionate child, as are most children. He was very sweet to his mother, cuddling up to her when she would tuck him in and read stories to him and frequent hugs as well!

He was definitely a kid who loved making mud-pies, playing with cars and bugs, that kinda stuff! That's probably why he got on so well with Belch as young kids

Believe you me, Henry used to think Butch was the most awesome and strongest man in the world before the abuse, drinking and PTSD took hold of him and he did really want to spend time with and bond with his father

After Henry's mom left, Henry and Butch became pretty distant from each other aside from Henry needing to take care of Butch since Butch is barely capable of taking care of himself

Henry also stopped calling Butch "dad" when Butch started being more abusive and drinking because he no longer saw Butch as that decent, even good father that he used to be

Henry used to bake with his mother when she was still around

Adding onto that last point, Henry's mom used to make cherry pies the most often and now Henry cannot eat cherry pie without feeling at least a little bit bittersweet about his mother leaving

Henry doesn't blame his mom for leaving, he only wishes that he could've gone with her and made sure she's at least somewhere that she's safe. He feels angry that she didn't take him with her but he doesn't blame her.

Henry, Belch and Victor are all childhood friends because their mom's were friends, Henry's mom and Victor's mom's were a lot closer then Belch and Henry's mom's but Vic and Belchs mom's knew each other so that's how Belch and Henry met

When Henry was a very little kid and still looked up to his father, he used to want to be a cop when he was older just like Butch

Henry was definitely a mama's boy though he'll never admit it to anyone

The thing he misses most about his mom is her home-cooked meals, he tries his hardest to cook when he's older and stuck taking care of his dad but in his mind he can never beat his mom's cooking and he longs to be able to taste her cooking one more time one day even though he knows that day will never come

These were definitely awesome to write! A lot of these stem from how I think Henry would've acted before all of his traumatization and I just think him, belch and Vic knew each other for a long, long time (especially Vic) so that's why they're all so close!

Definitely keep the requests coming ya'll because writing these is honestly a really refreshing way to destress after school!