#Not sure how some bones can break never broke any in my life

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ my life with you (that’s way over now)

synopsis. some people get drunk calls from their exes, maybe even flowers with hand written apologies. you get a knock on your front door with two random kids and a murder case

length. 3.0k words (once more it was supposed to be short)

contents. exes to lovers, ex boyfriend! suguru, gn! reader, slightly deviated from canon (he doesn’t kill the entire village + doesn’t defect), slightly a fix-it fic, blood, murder, child abuse + neglect (canon events with suguru and the twins), angst to slight fluff with hopeful ending (pretty much happy tbh), mentions of family + kids, suguru pretty much being a broke and depressed lil guy lollll

notes. idk what this is but it was written for me i just wanted to write it so here. take it and look away

right before you graduate, you and suguru break up. you don’t want to, but he insists it’s only fair—he can hardly be there for you the way you need him to be, he says. something’s changed in him, it has since that day last year. but still—you don’t want to break up.

so you argue, he stays firm, you cry, he doesn’t change his mind, you break up, he leaves, and the world momentarily collapses.

it’s the way things work, you suppose. they don’t quite always go the way you planned. you graduate not long after that, leaving him behind to throw yourself into work while you toe into the baby steps of adulthood. real adulthood—the jujutsu world has a way of thrusting you into that faster than normal, anyway.

by the time it’s late summer, you get your first apartment. it’s a rundown place—the bathroom tiles look dirty no matter how much you scrub, the walls haven’t been repainted in what seems like decades, and the thermostat never works properly to feel like what the temperature indicates.

but it’s yours—you leave jujutsu high fresh into the real world, paying your taxes and buying your groceries all while you exorcise curses for a living. barely an adult, barely getting by, barely alive as you get up each day and live.

and then suguru comes knocking on your door half past midnight.

“hey,” he says nonchalantly, like there’s nothing wrong with standing there—but you know him better than that. you can hear that detachment in his voice as he stares between your eyes, but not quite in them.

“you—” you start, staring at him incredulously before you decide to give up. there are no surprises with suguru, not anymore you suppose. you don’t really know him anymore. “suguru, it’s midnight,” you sigh—and that’s when you see them: two small children that can’t be much older than five.

bruises are clear as day on their arms, even while standing in the darkness outside. there’s also the slight swollen curve of their eyes, and you can’t help but notice how they’re practically skin and bone. children who have probably not yet even lived for five winters, and you almost wonder if they’ve been through more than you have in you’re entire lifetime.

suguru clears his throat before you can stare at them any longer.

“this is nanako,” he gestures at the blonde, “and this is mimiko.” the brunette one seems more shy, curls behind his leg further as her name is uttered.

you don’t know what to say, so you settle for smiling—you’re not sure if it comes out too genuine, but you try. it’s all you can offer, really.

“hello,” you hum for a moment. and then you turn back to suguru, “it’s midnight.”

“i know.”

“you should be at school grounds.”

“i know.”

“suguru,” you sigh, eyeing the blood stained on his cheek. you don’t like where this is heading. there’s a sick feeling twisting in your gut, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling.

bile. you can taste it. something’s not right.

“where did you find these kids?”

“on a mission,” he says simply, “village heads were keepin’ em locked in a cage like animals. can you believe it?”

again, that casual tone. it almost as easy as humming your favorite tune, as smooth as your skin on freshly washed sheets, as quiet as the first day of snow when the world is still. but something about it is hollow—something’s not right.

“why’d you bring them here? instead of school? shoko should look at them—”

“i told them they’d be safe here.”

they’d be safe anywhere, you think. as long as suguru’s there too. as long they’re under his watchful gaze, nothing could hope to beat down on their youth like it already has their whole lives. but you don’t say that—something tells you he won’t believe you.

maybe not right now.

you don’t look at him. you can’t. something’s not right, but there are children present. so you throw on your best smile and open the door wider, offering them to come in.

your apartment is small, just one bedroom and one bath. there’s hardly enough food for yourself for tonight, you still have to go grocery shopping this week. the missions were lined up back to back to back—but that’s just life as a sorcerer, you suppose. most days you hardly have the energy to eat more than a few apple slices when you return home anyway.

you wave your hand at your place dramatically as you say, “come on in, ladies. your humble abode awaits.”

they giggle slightly at that—it’s the first time suguru hears them laugh. you have that effect, he knew you would. it’s why he brings them here and not there. and…well, there’s a more complicated issue at hand. but that’s for later.

right now…well, for right now, he lets you guide them to the bathroom.

“you have money on you right?” you ask. he blinks, staring at you for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

“spent the last of it on cigarettes this morning.”

great, you think, before sighing and trudging over to grab your wallet as you press a few crisp bills of cash in his hands.

“here.”

“what’s this for?” he raises a brow.

“go buy them clothes,” you look at him like he’s stupid. he might be, in all honesty. just a little. “i’m not putting them back in…those once they’re all cleaned.”

“wha—i’ve never shopped for children before,” he gapes, “and i don’t know what size they are, or—”

“figure it out, suguru,” you say tiredly. it’s half past midnight—by now, you’d be passed out from your mission. he seems to take the hint. “and bring some snacks too. should be enough.”

“fine,” he grumbles—and then he’s walking out the door.

for a second, it feels familiar watching him leave. but then you decide not to dwell on it—there are much more important matters at hand.

you turn to the two girls before crouching in front of them with a gentle smile, “who’s ready for bubbles?”

——————

nanako and mimiko have never had a bubble bath before. you decide to let them taste the first tendrils of youth by splashing in your tiny bathtub while you find suguru for some much needed answers.

he sits on your couch, shirt wrinkled and hair falling loose and blood still staining his cheek as he hunches over his legs, elbows resting on his thighs as he thinks. and thinks. and thinks and thinks and thinks.

you wonder about what—what could be plaguing his mind? a lot you’re sure, but this isn’t suguru. not the one you know, at least.

the one you knew, the voice in your mind hisses—do you really even know him at all anymore?

“so,” you sit on the opposite side of the sofa, curling your legs under yourself as you eye him from the side, “care to explain?”

“i killed them,” he mutters. you go still. “the village heads. i did it without hesitating. that’s bad, right?”

“well fuck, suguru,” you breathe, restless, “that’s certainly not good.”

“i had a reason,” he argues, “all i needed was one.”

“there’s nothing that excuses murder—”

“oh, but we can excuse locking kids in cages, is that right? why? cause they’re sorcerers? they’re not—they’re children.”

“i didn’t say that,” you rub your forehead. this is all too much. too, too much.

being a sorcerer is too much. being in front of suguru is too much.

you finish your third year with a broken heart and graduate in spring—at one point you’d hoped graduating wouldn’t change anything between you and your friends, between you and the boy you loved. everything would be the same, even if you’d leave the place that held you all together—you’d still find a way back to each other, you liked to think. but then it all changes before you can even comprehend.

haibara is dead. nanami is hardly coping. gojo is everywhere but here. shoko is in high demand. suguru is hardly present even when he’s right in front of you. nothing is the same and you don’t think it ever will be. you lose the one thing you count on being yours forever, and now, he’s right here again. but not really here—not with you so much as near you.

suguru has killed people, sitting on your couch with you while the two children he finds are bathing happily in your bathtub.

there’s some irony in that—maybe in a perfect world, suguru and you would sit on the couch, much happier than right now, though. maybe you’d be tucked under his arm and curled into his side as you both chuckle at the happy squeals in the distance. maybe in a perfect world.

but this world is cruel. too cruel, in fact. it forces children to grow up too fast during some times and lets adults continue to be children during others. it’s sickening and all too much.

but this is the world you live in. there’s not much to change in that—not much you can change. maybe sitting on the couch with suguru is what you should be grateful for, whether it’s in this world or another.

“i came here because it’s safe,” he mumbles, quieter this time, “i don’t…i didn’t trust anywhere else.”

something tells you he’s not talking about the kids. you look at him for the first time that night—really look at him. you take in the lost weight, the sunken cheekbones and the bruised under eyes from the lack of sleep. the cracked lips from being chapped and the dry hair that’s lost its normal shine.

something’s not right—you won’t be able to mend it, but you think you can keep it from getting worse.

“it is safe here,” you murmur, nodding in assurance, “but you can’t…i can’t let you do that. not again.”

“what? kill people?” he snorts in dry amusement. it’s quiet for a bit—you open your mouth a few times like you want to say something, but nothing ever comes. he finally decides to fill the silence. “i don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong anymore. people shouldn’t kill. but some people shouldn’t live.”

“i think jujutsu is supposed to save people. not everyone will deserve it, but i suppose we wouldn’t be much better than them if we used it for anything other than that,” you whisper. he looks over at you at that, peers at you deep in thought as he contemplates your words.

“that’s funny,” he chuckles, “i used to think that too.”

“what changed?”

“everything.”

“then change it some more,” you shrug, “until you think it again.” he looks at you incredulously at that, eyeing you like you’re crazy.

“you’re an idiot,” he scoffs.

“says the killer,” you scoff back. you look at him this time, in the eyes and full of conviction, full of promises you couldn’t make before but fully intend to keep now. “don’t kill anyone else and i’ll help you. with those kids, i mean.”

“you want to co parent with me?” he chuckles.

co parent—the word makes your stomach twist. even after all this time, after all the hurt and pain, suguru is easy to imagine that with. he’s easy to imagine anything in the future with, really. he’s always been perfect like that, but you’re starting to realize there’s a lot more imperfections to him than you initially thought.

but it’s okay, you think. if you didn’t stop loving him before, you certainly don’t stop now. blood on his hands or not, he’s yours—even if he doesn’t want to be.

“don’t say it like that,” you murmur softly, hugging your arms around yourself, “please.”

you let yourself be vulnerable for just a moment—not because you want to, but because he needs to know. he needs to know how unfair he’s being and how patient you are with him despite it all. you deserve that much.

“sorry,” he mutters—he has the decency to look away and drop his smile.

“you don’t kill anyone, and i’ll look for a bigger place. deal?”

“for us…all?”

“yes. just until you figure it out, i’ll help you out with them. and then you’ll responsibly use your paycheck as a full time special grade sorcerer and maybe send a few checks my way to say thanks to my good will.”

he chuckles at that, shaking his head. “i’ll repay you,” he hums, tapping his foot. he does that when he’s nervous, you still remember—you could never forget anything about him. “i…i owe you, anyway.”

it’s quiet some more. you don’t know what to say, and quite frankly, you don’t want to say anything at all. but once more, he fills the silence for you after a while.

“what if…” he starts, “what if i want to co parent with you?”

“you dumped me,” you point out, unable to hide the bitterness any longer. it cracks from your tongue through your words like honey that went dry. “remember that? cause i sure remember.”

you’re an adult now, just barely, but an adult all the same. you should handle this the mature way—but you’re still young. still hurt. still blanketed in the fresh wave of nostalgia that leaves you aching with grief.

so you let yourself be bitter. suguru can handle that much after he left you to pick up your shattered pieces.

“i didn’t want to,” he says quietly. “i never wanted to.”

“but you did.”

“i didn’t…you didn’t deserve to see me unstable.”

“you’re not very stable right now either,” you pinch your nose tiredly, “you killed people, suguru. but somehow you can manage to have two kids now. but not me.”

“they need me,” he defends.

“i needed you too,” your voice cracks.

you did. you needed him—and you like to think he needed you too. maybe it wasn’t perfect, nothing ever is, especially not when you fight curses and see their ugliness every day. but that’s the best part of having each other—having something pretty amidst the hideousness.

he left you with more ugly than you knew what to do with. it’s unfair, you think for a moment, unfair that two girls who hardly know him at all have more of him than you ever did. he’d never abandon them—that much you know for sure.

you’ve laughed with him, held him and wiped his tears and kissed him under the moon until it became the sun. you’ve seen him with his hair down and his guard lowered. you’ve seen him in every way possible but in the end, he walked away.

they’ve seen him for less than a day and somehow, he’ll be there forever. there’s something unfair about that and you hate that you’re bitter with children but the world in cruel like that.

suguru slowly inches over—it’s cautious at first, and then he fills the gap all at once. you pretend you don’t feel the way your thighs touch.

“i need you too,” he admits, voice small. there’s a small, shaky crack that eats away at your heart, trying to gnaw into the raw part. the easy to reach part. the part you shouldn’t let him see anymore. “i…i always needed you. i’m sorry.”

“we were supposed to need each other,” you sniffle.

“we do,” he slowly slumps his head onto your shoulder. you let him stay there—don’t dare move a muscle in case he pulls away. “you’re the only thing that keeps me stable. i don’t think that’s fair.”

“needing someone isn’t unfair, suguru,” you scoff.

“okay,” he grabs your hand, squeezing. for the first time, he lets it all go. lets tears slowly slip from the corners of his eyes as he slumps into your side. he cries for riko. for kuroi. for satoru and the time he lost him for a moment. for their youth. for haibara. for not being enough even when he shouldn’t have had to be. somewhere amidst all that, your arms wrap around him and he’s pulled into your chest—that familiar feeling of your fingers threading into his hair makes the world start spinning again. “i need you,” he chokes.

“okay,” you say shakily, nodding slowly as you let yourself hope, “as long as you don’t stop this time.”

he buries his face into your chest, and you kiss the crown of his head.

cruelty is an unstoppable force. your love for suguru is an immovable object. neither is going anywhere, but perhaps they can coexist.

“satoru’s gonna have a massive headache when he explains this one to the higher ups,” you snort after a while.

he laughs into your shirt, real for the first time in a long time. “i’ll buy him something sweet. should make up for it,” he hums. and then he looks up, smiles innocently as he asks, “wanna lend me some cash? i’ll pay you back when i’m a responsible handler of money.”

“you’re hopeless,” you chuckle, “but at least you’re here.”

————— BONUS —————

“okay,” satoru starts, holding his hands up in surrender as he stands before the higher ups. damn old geezers, he thinks. “so he did kill a person or two…but—”

“there is no excuse,” a voice hisses.

“he didn’t mean it,” he huffs indignantly, “it was an accident. those can happen sometimes.”

“what—”

“he’s going through a phase, okay? let him work through it, he’ll be fine.”

“that’s not—”

“i’ll let him off the hook this time,” satoru grins, pushing his glasses up his nose as he shrugs, “he’s got a family now, y’know? kids and a spouse, and they’re looking for a home. can’t take that away from them.”

“he’s not even married—”

“it’ll happen eventually,” he insists, “so let’s all just calm down, yeah? great, thanks!”

“gojo—”

“see ya!”

he walks out, flashing an obnoxious peace sign at the higher ups as they hiss at him to return as he’s walking out. that takes care of that, he thinks, as long as suguru doesn’t make his life harder and kill more people, he can handle it—you did promise him kikufuku if he does.

satoru is babygirl defender no. 1 ain’t nobody doing it like my guy 🤞🏽 he would be loyal to you while you were in jail no doubts

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

So I was just rewatching Bones, and towards the end Brennan (heavily pregnant at the time) called her baby's father and was like "hey this is embarrassing but uhhhhhh I'm trapped on the floor and I can't get up. You're here, in the same building, right? Please help..." (...well, we never got to hear what she said, but that's what happened, so 😂)

I bring this up because I just had a funny thought:

That scenario, but Frank Langdon x Heavily Pregnant!Reader

(Like...he's mid-shift, his back may or may not be twinging and he desperately needs a lunch break, when ring ring "hey honey this is so embarrassing but uh. I'm stuck on the floor--nonono I'm fine, our baby's fine, I just can't find the leverage to get up. I'm so sorry but uh, please...help???")

(Poor man's probably out the door before Reader can even finish, forgetting to notify anyone bc his wife and baby are in danger he needs to help-- (not really, Reader literally just needs a hand lmao). Robby's only a little annoyed (but amused. mostly amused tbh) when Frank shows back up with wifey in tow, demanding a full workup to make sure she and baby are okay.)

I’ve Fallen (For You)

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summary: you call your husband, stuck in quite a predicament 

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female heavily pregnant!wife!reader

rating: PG-13 

word count: 1.0k

warnings: reader is heavily pregnant (obv), nothing else i think

timeline: set before the show

author’s note: thank you for the request anon, i had so much fun writing this!

Langdon’s shift was nearly halfway through and he was counting the seconds till he could rush home. Rush home to you, the love of his life—his very pregnant wife.

His back had been screaming at him all day but he’d been ignoring it. He knew he should’ve paid for some damn movers, but he had opted to help his parents all on his own. He would’ve asked for your help, but you had just found out you were pregnant and he didn’t want to put that on your shoulders. Now several months later, his back was killing him.

Nothing he couldn’t handle, though.

“Robby, I’m taking a quick lunch break,” Langdon informed his boss before grabbing a sandwich from the cart. He just needed to sit down for two minutes and he’d be back to his chipper self. 

“Alright, three minutes max, Dr. Langdon,” Robby said.

“Understood,” Frank replied.

Just as he sat down his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hey honey,” he answered the call. “Work’s been a bitch today, excited to curl up in bed and watch crap TV.”

“First off, how dare you call my favorite show ‘crap TV’ second… I need your help.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Langdon asked quickly, kind of beginning to panic.

“I’ve sorta… fallen… and can’t get up…?”

“You’ve… huh?”

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to your husband. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t seem to find the leverage to get up.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry Frank but please could you… help?”

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said. “Love you, bye.”

“Love you more, bye.”

**

When Langdon got home, he found you lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. He reached out his hand and helped you up quickly.

“How’d this happen?” he asked as he pulled you into an awkward hug, your overstretched belly pressed against his abdomen.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” you replied, wanting to break the tension so he didn’t worry about you.

“You’re hilarious,” he said flatly. He soon broke away from the hug so he could get a good look at you. “Any dizziness? Nausea? Blurred vision?”

“No? Well nausea yes, duh, but that’s what the Zofran is for.”

“Follow my finger,” he said and held his pointer finger up for you to follow as he moved it from left to right and back again. “You probably don’t have a concussion,” he stated.

“I know I don’t have a concussion,” you laughed it off. “I didn’t hit my head, Frank, I just slipped and couldn’t get back up.”

“Still, we should head to The Pitt and have Dr. Collins look at you, just to be safe.”

“I don’t need an ultrasound, hun, I’m fine.”

“Nope, you’re coming to the hospital with me, c’mon.”

“Let’s take separate cars though, I don’t wanna be stuck in ‘The Pitt’ while you save lives for hours,” you said, using air quotes to be more dramatic.

“One of us can Uber home,” he protested. “C’mon, let’s go.”

**

When you got to the hospital, Langdon guided you through the traffic of people to get you to Heather.

He called out her name when he saw her.

“Mrs. Langdon! How lovely to see you. How are you?” Dr. Collins exclaimed. 

“I’m doing pretty good, though this pregnancy is kicking my ass.” You smiled and gave her a quick, small hug.

Langdon hurriedly explained what happened to you as Dr. Robby walked up.

“Mrs. Langdon! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he asked, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re here to drag Frank home early?”

“No, Robby, nothing like that,” you chuckled. “Frank insisted I come over–”

“She slipped on the hardwood floor and couldn’t stand back up, she had to call me to go and help her up,” Frank exclaimed.

“He is making it sound much worse than it was,” you said. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well an ultrasound wouldn’t hurt,” Robby said, assuming it was what Frank wanted. 

“See? Told you so!” Frank nudged your arm playfully.

“Really? You’re going with ‘I told you so’?” you laughed.

“Collins, please?” Robby gestured for her to get going with the ultrasound as quickly as possible.

“Of course, right this way,” Heather replied.

Frank walked behind you as you followed Dr. Collins to a space where you could do a quick ultrasound. 

You sat down on the chair and Heather started the ultrasound.

“Your baby looks good,” she said. 

“You’re sure?” Frank asked.

“Yep, healthy baby boy,” Collins replied.

“See? Told you so,” you said smugly, making your husband laugh and shake his head.

“Can I see your flashlight?” he asked Dr. Collins and she handed him the small device. “Look at my nose,” he said.

“Can I look at those gorgeous blue eyes instead?” you asked, wiggling your brows up and down. 

He couldn’t help the sheepish laugh as a slight blush began to warm his cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you two had been together, you still made his heart skip a beat when you said things like that.

He continued with the quick exam to be sure you didn’t have a concussion.

“Babe, you’re treating me like one of your patients,” you chuckled, brushing away his hands.

“Fine, I’ll let Dr. Collins give you the full once over just to be safe. Heather, you alright with that?”

“I really must restate there’s zero need for all of this, honey,” you said.

“I’d be happy to,” Heather said. 

“Thanks,” Langdon said. “I’m gonna get back to work, call me when you’re all done. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you grumbled before he kissed you goodbye.

**

“She’s perfectly fine. Slight bruising around her tailbone, but nothing that won’t heal on its own,” Dr Collins told Langdon about ten minutes later when she was finished with the brief exam.

“Thank you–” Frank was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He answered it quickly, seeing it was from you.

“Frank,” you started, “my water just broke.”

[spiderboykingoftheives]

“Risk”

Summary: Peter broke up with you to keep you safe from his life as Spiderman but misses you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

He missed you more then anything. And even though he broke up with you and knew he shouldn’t be mad at the new man you dated, he still was. But the worst part of it all is that it wasn’t just some guy. You were now dating Flash Thomson of all people. Made every bone in his body sick with disgust at him. Not that he had any right to be.

He didn’t want to break up with you. You were perfect and he loved you more then anyone else; but that was exactly the issue. Anyone who figured out his identity would immediately come for you. He couldn’t let you get hurt because of him. So after a long failed fight with Kingpin he didn’t want to risk your life. On that low he left you a voicemail saying something stupid like he never loved you and to never speak to him again. He never felt worse about anything in his life. If he told you that he was actually breaking up with you because he was scared for your life, you would tell him you didn’t care about the risks. But he did and wasn't going to let that happen.

He blocked you on everything after that to make sure you couldn’t contact him. He hoped that you would hate him for it but also felt sick thinking about that.

This is the only way. He tell himself over and over until he believed it.

Of course you were stunned when you finally listened to his voicemail. Not believing it thinking it was some kind of prank. But when your number was blocked you realized what he said was true. Feeling so stupid for thinking he loved you cried for weeks. No one could pull you out of your bed or make you stop listening to breakup songs about getting dumped.

Then finally one day you did. You pulled yourself out of bed and dated the first guy you saw. Flash Thomson.

You now walked around MIT holding Flash’s hand instead of Peters. Sit with him and his friends during breaks. Laughed at his jokes. Do everything with Flash that you should be doing with him.

But Peter also swears that you don’t have that same sparkle in your eye when you look at Flash the way that you sparkles when you saw Peter. Even if it was all in Peters head, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

He never trusted Flash with you. For good reason. He believes that Flash likes the idea of you more then you. More like a trophy he can show off. He knows this because anytime they hang out Flash makes sure it’s in public and make sure to be in contact with you at all times.

Again, made him sick to his stomach. But you were safe. No super villian would go after you if you were Flash Thompson's girlfriend.

Walking down the campus hallways he always sees you. Sometimes he pretends not to notice. Other times he can’t pull his eyes away from you. You still mesmerize him, no matter how many times he tries to tell himself you don’t. Today was worse then usual. You were wearing his favorite skirt. The one you wore on your first date with him. Flashbacks took over his mind and he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to talk to you. Just be near you. Anything. Before he could register it he was standing in front of you.

“Hey,” he said before he got to scared and left. “You look pretty-”

“And you look like my ex boyfriend who told me that he never loved him and led me on for six months” she says shoving past him. Out of instinct Peter grabs her arm stopping her from leaving.

“I’m sorry about that really-“ he says trying to somehow fix the unrepairable damage he caused to you.

“I’m going out with Flash now so I’m going to need you to let go of me,” she says and pulls her arm out of Peter's grasp.

“Why him of all people?” Peter spits out before he can stop himself.

“Why not him? Why do you care, it’s not like you ever cared about me actually from what I recall from that 16 second voice message you left me months ago.” She says and Peter can hear the bitterness in her voice. His plan definitely worked but it’s horrible to see it for his own eyes.

“I care about you more then you can imagine” Peter says back suprisingly gentle compared to the venom she just spat at him.

“That’s not what you said in that voice message. You couldn’t even break up with me to my face like a real man. You’re sick in the head Parker.” she says more angry then ever.

Peter swore he would never tell you the real reason he broke up with you but now it just slipped out but he could catch his words. “I did it to protect you. I’ve always loved you. Everything I said when we dated was true.”

She stands there shocked at his words, take a few moments to register what he just said. “Parker are you lying to me cause I don’t know what I’m suppose to believe-“

“Listen to me now” Peter says not holding you’re hand and pleading “I’ve always loved you. I sent that voice message all those months ago cause I was scared that if we were dating someone bad would hurt you or… worse. After Uncle Ben I just can’t stand the thought of losing another person to my own mistake…”

“Why are you telling me this now?” She says trying to hold back tears from falling.

“Because I wanted you to hate me and never see me again. But seeing you with Flash Thomson is the worst thing I could ever imagine. I refuse to see you with a guy so horrible for another second. And the way you looked at me just now when I walked up to you, the hurt and anger. I never wanted to hurt you. I was so stupid to send that voice message.” Peter rambles on not stopping.

“Peter… I don’t know what to say. I understand your worry but I’d rather live a happy life at risk with you then a safe one without you.”

“I can’t let you get hurt. I can’t.” Peter says looking at you with pain in his eyes.

“The only thing that will ever truly hurt me is you choosing to not love me.” She says.

“I do love you”

“Then you would listen to what I said.” She says looking at him to see if he will change his mind.

But he stays silent. She knows Peter and how stubborn he is, if he refuses to be with her there was nothing she could do. She pulls away from him. “I have to go meet Flash,” she says as she turns around and leaves Peter standing there.

Walking to Flash’s car in the parking lot she greets him with a hug that makes Peter’s stomach twist in a knot.

“That went… so good” he said sarcastically and already kicking himself.

He didn’t mean to do this, but he did it a lot. When on patrols as spiderman he would end up watching you from a rooftop. Just making sure you were okay. Today you spent the whole day with Flash. That’s when he heard about the party Flash was throwing. Peter hated parties but he knew he needed to crash this one.

That night he wandered around until he “accidentally” came across the loud music and flashing lights coming from Flash’s home. When he walked in no one noticed him. Peter made sure to stay invisible and just check on you to make sure you were okay. Peter senses were almost immediately overloaded with the distaste of the party. He scanned the rooms while dodging drunk peoples jumping and crashing into each other until he saw you in the center of the living room. You had a drink in your hand and were dancing to the music without a care in the world. Peter was once again mesmerized by your beauty. He could have watched you like that all day until he heard Flash Thomson from the kitchen making drinks. He looked over to see Vodka and Powerade being poured into two solo cups.

Once again Peter felt sick at the thought of him serving you drinks and getting you drunk. He didn’t care if you were to drink, but him giving it to you was another story. Peter’s worrying thoughts immediately took over as he realized that she was a frat party where so many bad things happen. She was so trusting and always saw the best in people but this was not the place to believe someone cares about you. Peter was ready to step in and take you home somehow but Flash was already there serving her the drink. He watched as you drank it and continued to dance. Flash now joining you and making sure to be as close to you as humanly possible during it.

Peter feeling like he will throw up once again at the sight. The night continued and Peter stayed there despite being tired. He needed to make sure you were safe this entire party.

As people handed you more and more drinks Peter worries grew. He could tell you were a lightweight after the first drink and now you had about three more since then and they weren’t stopping. He sat there and wondered how he could possibly get you out of this situation.

His thoughts were empty, except for one. He went into the bathroom and called the cops. Classic snitch move. But he needed this party to end so that his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend, could be safe.

As soon as those sirens came into view everyone ran like a stampede. Peter watched and waited for her to get up and run with the rest of them but she was now passed out on the couch. Without a second thought he picked her up and swung her back home.

She seriously was tired cause she stayed asleep the whole way home somehow. Or didn’t care enough to open her eyes and say anything.

After that he left and went home. Sleeping finally knowing she would be passed out for the rest of the night.

He woke up the next day to her. “I know you took me home last night.” He didn’t know what to say to her. To that.

“Okay?” Is all he could come up with.

“Thank you for caring.” She says, and he knows she is talking about more than just taking her home.

“It’s my job” Peter replied back.

“As an Ex?” She says, hinting at wanting to hear more.

“As someone who loves you.” He replies again.

“Meet me at the courtyard in ten.” She texts. His heart is racing. He knows she just doesn’t want to have a conversation like this over the phone. He quickly threw on some clean clothes and my shoes before running out my door late, sprinting to the spot.

She is already waiting there and watching me as Peter run to her. She always was early. He was always late. It’s why they shouldn’t work but somehow when they were together, it all didn’t matter.

“What do you want?” She says looking him in the eyes with a serious look.

“I want you. I’ll only ever want you.” He answers truthfully. His heart is palpitating from looking at her.

“Are you still scared to date me?” She says and he can see the pain in her as she says it and it makes him sick.

“Honestly yes. I’m terrified of it. Of what could happen to you cause of it. But I know now that staying away from you completely is not what’s right for us. Whatever comes down our path we can face together.” Peter says, risking grabbing and holding her hand at the end. She flinches pulling it back at first but then relaxes and looks back at him.

“I cant handle anymore heartbreak from you Peter. I barely got through it the first time. I need to know you’re staying for good” she says and he can see tears forming in her eyes.

Peter stomach is in knots again thinking about the pain he caused her. Wanting to take it all away. Take back every mistake made. Every stupid decision he chose. Then he reached for her face and kissed her. His hands wrapped in her hair as he pulled her into him.

“I’ll never make the mistake of letting you go again. You’re always gonna be my one.” He says before kissing her again. When he pulls away and looks at her face to sees that usual sparkle in her eyes back.

“Good cause I still love you so much Parker,” she says before kissing him again.

[resi4skz]

Title: A Promise

Pairing: Chan x femReader

Warnings: fluff

"So that's it?" Chan says. "Just like that, we're over?"

"What do you want me to say? That there's nothing going in between you two?"

"That you trust me enough to know that she means nothing to me. And that she's out to create this obstacle between us."

I gape at him. "Are you serious right now? Chan, I saw you and her together sitting next to each other like she practically was in your lap!"

"Baby, she-"

I raise my hand, stopping him. "Save it. I don't wanna hear any more excuses of what she was trying to do." I grip my shoulder bag. "I'm done."

"Y/N."

"No. I'm done, Chan. I'm done being your second choice."

I don't even dare to turn around. I get in my car and drive back to my apartment.

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"Hey, I was gonna order some fried chicken and pizza. You want some?"

I look up at my best friend turned roommate. "Sure."

"Any preference?" Gia asked.

"Pepperoni please," I smiled and went back to looking at recipes on my phone.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?"

"Han just texted me."

I roll my eyes. "What else is new?"

"We need to go to the hospital."

I peek at her from my phone. "Why?"

"Chan got into an accident."

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You know how some people say their life comes crashing down? Well, that's how I feel right now. I'm staring at the ground, my mind spiralling while my leg bounces non-stop. The door opens, the doctor walks inside as I shoot up, standing on wobbly legs but Gia steadies me.

"How's he, doc?" Han asked. He came with Gia, considering Chan is his best friend.

"Besides a broken leg and arm, he's perfectly fine."

The sob leaves my mouth as fresh tears form in my eyes and I collapse on the ground. Gia drops with me, her arms wrapping around me. "He's okay, Y/N. He's okay."

I felt like my heart was going to rip out.

"Can we see him?" Han asked, again.

"He's currently sleeping off the anesthesia but yes, a nurse will come get you once he's awake."

When the doctor leaves, Gia helps me stand up. "Honey, he's alright. Just broken bones, nothing major."

"I know," I wipe my face.

*Sometime later*

A nurse came to get us because Chan woke up. So she took us to his room. I was the first one to enter. I gasp at the sight in front of me. A cast on his left arm and right leg. A few scratches and brusies on his face and neck. But he still looked handsome.

And he was awake. Turning his head, his eyes meet mine and I can't help but stop at the foot of his bed, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Chan, you scared us," Gia spoke.

"S-sorry." His voice came out raspy and deep.

"Bro, what even happened?" Han chimed in.

"I was on my way to," he glances at me, "Y/N's when out of nowhere a car slammed into me. Luckily my car didn't flip over. I felt my arm break before my leg, though."

"Sheesh," Gia says, wincing at the sight.

He turns his head, looking at me. "Y/N," he raises his non-injured hand. His right eyes was pretty banged up but he still managed to look handsome.

"Right, well, we're gonna get some coffee," Han states, grabbing Gia's hand. "Come on, babe. Let's give these love birds some time alone."

After they leave, I look at him again. "Does it hurt?"

"Like a bitch," he replied, raising his hand again. "Y/N, I-"

"Chan, just...."

"No. I need to say this. I fucked up, okay? I messed up what we had. But I assure you that nothing happened between Jules and I."

"Chan."

"I, ah, fuck damn that hurts," he inhales a sharp breath before continuing. "After you left that day, I broke down in front of Han and Changbin. They had to drive me back to my apartment but I couldn't stay there because that place felt hollow. Alone." He glances up at me. "I wanted to see you. So I promised myself that I would get you back, no matter what."

"Channie, listen-"

But he cuts me off. "But I never knew what jealousy can do to a woman."

"What do you mean?" My gut told me to brace myself.

He closes his eye, breathing in. "When Jules heard I was going over to you, she drove her car into mine."

"What?"

"She's the one who drove the car into my car."

I saw red. I clenched my hand into fists. "That bitch," I turn, he calls my name but I'm already out the door. I frantically look for a nurse but my eye catches her. Sitting in a chair, unharmed as Han and Gia approach me. "You bitch!" I lunge at her but Han stop me.

Jules looks at me, eyes widening. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What am I," I glare dead in her eyes. "Doing here? I'm not the one getting jealous of the person that isn't even yours to begin with!"

"He was mine before you came in the picture!"

Everyone goes silent. "You took him away from me. I was going to confess the day he confessed to you. You just had to accept it, didn't you? You just couldn't stay away!"

"Are you high? Him and I have feelings for each other so you need to get your head out of your delusional ass."

"Fuck you."

"Feelings mutal."

She charges at me. "Fuck you! He's mine!"

But I was quick. Clenching my hand into a fist, I broke her nose. She looks at me as bloods trickles down one of her nostrils. I shake my finger when she tries to lunge at me again. "Try anything and you'll be the one in the hospital bed."

It's enough to stop her and walks away. The pain radiates in my hand. I look down and see some bruising on my knuckles. But I had my number 1 priority in mind.

Once I went back to his room, I found him sleeping. "Dammit," I curse under my breath. Sitting on the chair beside his bed, I prop my elbow on the bed and rest my chin on it as I looked at him. He looks so peaceful, his breathing even. I couldn't get past the blue color of his left eye. It was so swollen that I was worried if his face will ever be the same.

Then he opens his eye and looks down at me. "Hey."

"Hi."

His eye spots my knuckles. "What...what happened?"

"Well," I began. "Let's say Jules will look twice in the mirror before trying anything drastic again."

"No," he faux gasps.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Everyone seems to forget I'm a pro at boxing."

"Uh huh," he says.

"Hey!"

He grins. "Did you break her nose?"

"If you know the answer, why are you even asking?" I grin back.

He raises his arm, cups my cheek with his hand. "I missed you."

I lean into his hand. "I thought I...." A sob escapes me as the emotions come rushing through me all at once.

"Hey," he tips my chin up. Several tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm here."

"I thought I lost you forever," I manage to say as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Baby, no," he wipes my cheeks. "Come here." He pats his chest and I waste no time as I dive atraight into his arms. "There is nothing in this world that will separate me from you."

"But-'

"No buts," he says kissing my hair. "I can't lose you. You're-" he winces, his face scrunching as if in pain.

"I'll get the doctor."

But I'm snatched back into his arms when I tried to get up. This time I'm facing him. "Chan. You're injured. Stop."

Even with one eye, he's managed to make me feel like goo. Dammit. He still makes my tummy do somersaults. I blink down at him as his hand slides around the back of my neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.

"Chan, wha-"

He pushes my neck down, my lips crashing on his. I squeal in surprise but melt into him, into the kiss. "Mmm, Y/N. Sweet as ever."

My cheeks heated and I buried my face on his chest which made him laugh. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're so cute."

"I'm not cute!"

"But you are."

I pinch the skin just above his tummy. "Ow!" He hisses in pain.

I shoot up, thinking I really hurt him. "Ah! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He cracks opens his eye and reaches up, pecking my lips. I blink down at him.

"Chan."

"What?"

"I'm still mad at you."

"I see that."

I narrow my eyes at him.

Someone clearing their throat breaks us apart and I turn to see Gia standing at the door. "I see you two are getting along well."

I scramble off Chan, pretty sure my cheeks are red because he pinches my cheek and says, "Gwiyeowo."

This man, albeit partially mobile, still manages to make my insides all warm and fuzzy.

"Ugh, you two are going to give me diabetes," Gia groans as she places a bag on the bed.

"Always a pleasure having your presence here, Gia," Chan retorts. I snort.

"Oh you two think you're funny, huh? Tell me, Chan," Gia makes her way around to the other side of the bed. "Does this hurt?" She lifts his injured arm and lets it drop.

"Ow! Fuck!" Chan hisses in pain.

"Gia, what the fuck's wrong with you?!" I pick up his arm gently and place it over his abdomen. "Are you okay?"

Gia grabs my hand and looks at my knuckles. "What's this?"

"Uhh...." I glance over at Chan.

"Do you want to tell her or should I do the honors?" When I give him a nod of approval, he turns his head. "She punched Jules." Gia's eyes widen at me. "And broke her nose."

"Wow. Just when you know someone," Gia began.

"Hey. She asked for it," I state.

The door opens revealing Han, with another bag. "Hey, you forgot this in the c-" he stops when he sees all three of us. "Uh, what's going on?"

Gia excitedly hops towards him. "Y/N punched Jules and broke her nose!"

I roll my eyes. "Here we go."

"Wow. Really?" Han exclaims, walking over to me. "If only Chan hyung stepped up his game."

"Yah," Chan warns. "I'm already suffering here and you think my girlfriend's punching someone in the face is awesome?!"

Girlfriend.

Han shrugs his shoulders. "I mean she has always been the cool one."

The duo bicker fades as my mind is stuck on one word. He called me his girlfriend. I touch the necklace around my neck. Smiling, I come back to reality as the trio in front of me talk about what to order for food.

"How does pizza sound?"

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It had been several weeks since Chan and I had been back home in our apartment. His arm cast had com

e off a few days ago but his leg cast was still on as he needed to have it on for a few more weeks. He was getting physiotherapy weekly just to keep his muscles relaxed.

The bathroom door opens and he walks out, or rather limp out since he's got the leg brace on now "Babe, have you seen my shirt?"

"Which one?" I ask as I drain the pasta in the kitchen sink.

"The nirvana one."

I peek down and curse under my breath. Of all days, why'd he have to ask now? I touch my necklace, out of habit when I feel the object that's made me think a lot these past few days.

So I take of the necklace just as he comes in the kitchen. "Oh, you're wearing it!"

"There are other shirts, you know," I flex my left hand before turning around.

"Damn."

"What?"

"I'm sorry but how do you expect to react when you wear my clothes?" He groans.

Rolling my eyes, I make him a plate and hand it to him. "Thanks," he says. His eyes widen when he sees my hand. "Wait, is that...?"

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Y/N, are you playing with me? Are my feelings a joke to you?"

Wait, what? "Channie, wha-"

"I have told you so many times that nothing happened between Jules and I. How else can I prove it to you?"

"You're an idiot," I say, going up on my tiptoes and placing a kiss on his lips. "You're an idiot to think I haven't forgiven you."

"Wait, you forgive me?" He blinks at me.

I sigh and let go of him. "I need something sweet before I throw this ring away." I go to turn but he turns me back, caging me in. "What are you doing?"

"The day I gave you that promise ring was also the day I brought something else," he explains as he moves around in the kitchen and opens a cabinet while I'm looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Because," he grunts as he grabs a cereal box from top of the fridge. "I knew I was going to ask you one day."

"What are you doing? Ask me what?"

He fishes out a burgundy velvet box. And I suddenly find it hard to breathe. He walks over to me, and flips open the box revealing a diamon ring with purple gems around it. My favorite color. "Channie, what....what..what?"

He chuckles and grabs my left hand. "I'm not going to lie but when I was at the hospital, all I could think about was how I never gave you a proposal."

He slips on the ring on my finger. It fits snug around my finger. Perfect fit. "My answer would've been the same though."

"Which is?"

"Yes."

A/N: was this cute enough? :/

[hazelenergy]

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

Thank you @gorbalsvampire for the tag! Now for some oc brianworms music:

Event that defines your character's past:

Would You Come To My Funeral by the Crawlers Would you come to my funeral And mourn the me you never knew? ... But would you come to my funeral? There's a seat laid out for you I couldn't pass without telling you That I miss you

How your character sees themselves:

Advice & Vices by Chelsea Wolfe Cause I never listen to my own best advice, no Like one thing leads to another Like one heart bleeds for another

As Above, So Below by Sunshine Blind Another few weeks and I'll be somewhere else Another city or another country Out of money wearing dirty laundry ... Another few words and I'll be someone else My face depends on the storytelling What I am will be what I'm selling Who forgets who? May be just as well I may forget you I may forget myself

How others view them: going to be honest, there's a lot of feelings towards hazel, heres a few:

E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! by CORPSE, Savage Ga$p "Man, I swear these goth girls finna fuck up my life"

I Hope You Die in a Fire by Grand Commander [self explanatory]

Warm Shadow by Fink Won't you stop breakin' in Red sky, red light, awakenin' And I don't want another day to break, no no no Take our, steal our night away

Wolf Like Me by Lera Lynn ft Shovels and Rope Baby doll, I recognize Your hideous thing inside If ever there were a lucky kind, it's You, you, you, you

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic):

Anywhere but Here by PVRIS Smells like jasmine and clover Blood rushin' over And over and over Now we drop our composure Drunken or sober Just take me home 'cause I need you now

A major fight scene:

This one is less of a fight scene and more of a humanity drop moment with her 1st coterie: My Name Is Human by Highly Suspect Get up off your knees, girl Stand face to face with your God And find out what you are

Sabotage by the Beastie Boys this one has a particular scene from Hazel's first chronicle. She and her coterie discovered the headquarters the SI in Atlanta. The coterie all knew they were the Cam's favorite scapegoat, and decided to make sure the problem was uprooted before word ever reached their most merciful Prince's ears... or worse, their adoptive sire. Cue molotov cocktails, chase scenes to lure hunters into danger, computers being blue screened and harddrives smashed, and one explosion with three thinbloods not turning back to look at. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Opening credits song:

Atlanta: Six Feet Deep by The Warning But it's way too late, nothing left to hate Such a bitter taste, what a shame ... Yeah, what you gonna say when you're choking on my name? 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep I'll be seeing you underground! Got you figured out! Can't get any lower now 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep

Miami/Tampa: can u see me in the dark? by Halestorm, I Prevail Broken bones and blood shot eyes I hope you like my new disguise We're not the same, you and I So don't you dare forget In this crowded room alone In the search of things unknown The face I wear is not my own So don't you forget .... Come feast your eyes on me .... So can you see me in the dark? Are you watching it all fall apart?

OKC Interlude: Aint Killed Me Yet by Adia Victoria … So pour me one last drink And lit me one last smoke And keep the jukebox paid 'til we both go broke Now, it's a hard way of living but The living ain't killed me yet

@tommysdiner @duskbornbitchqueen (if yall havent already done so, tag youre it!)

[cryptidsurveys]

Saturday, May 17th, 2025.

Have you ever been in a love triangle? I have been in a polyamorous relationship.

How bad are your hangovers? I don't think I've ever had a bad hangover.

What color are your nails currently painted? How about your toenails? They aren't painted.

Would you rather have a $50 gift card to Starbucks or a $50 gift card to McDonald’s? I would be more likely to use the Starbucks gift card.

Do you think Taco Bell is nasty? I haven't had Taco Bell in ages, but no, I don't think it's nasty.

Do you have a jacuzzi? No.

Have you ever broken a bone? If so, what was the cause of it? Lol, now I have another "idk if I broke it or not" toe: the pinky toe on my left foot. I stubbed it on something; I'm not exactly sure what. There was a cat fight in our garage a couple of weeks ago and I was in a hurry to get out of bed and break it up. Part of me thought some critter might have a hold of one of the feral cats and I hoped my intrusion might scare it off, but I'm pretty sure it was just kitties in a tussle.

Do you still talk to the person you liked four months ago? There was no such person.

Where were you last night? I was at home.

Are you afraid to tell your true feelings? I don't always express my true feelings, but I feel like I can be very open with my dad and my therapist. I find it difficult to be open with pretty much everyone else. Anyone who reads my surveys probably knows more about me than many of the people I talk to on a regular basis, but even on here I will only share so much.

Can you commit to one person? I don't even know if I'm capable of getting to the point where commitment would be a factor.

Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No.

What movie do you want to see? My mom and I will be going to see 28 Years Later when that comes out. I haven't seen the second film, 28 Weeks Later, but I don't think that will matter.

Is this the best year of your life? Last year felt better. 2025 has felt like…idk…like my heart's just not in it. It hasn't been a bad year, though; I wouldn't go so far as to put it in that category.

What was the first thing you did when you woke up? Check the time.

Is anything bothering you? Yeah.

Is life good? For the most part, yes. Most of the difficulty is in my head and not in my life itself.

Do you remember who you liked on New Years? No one.

Do you still like them?

Do you still speak to them?

Told your parents you were going somewhere but went somewhere else? When I was younger.

Do you like being home alone or does it freak you out? It can be peaceful, boring, or lonely, but it almost never freaks me out.

Would you ever kiss anyone you texted today? No. I texted my dad and sent some photos to cattery group chat.

Do you have any bruises on you? I don't think so.

How was 2011 for you? It was a great year for backpacking, but it was a bad year for relationships and mental health. My eating disorder got really bad in late 2011 to early 2012.

Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? Yeah.

Honestly, have you ever crashed a party before? I haven't.

Do you hide things in your underwear drawer? I don't have an underwear drawer.

Have you ever gone out in public in pajamas? Yeah.

If you had to recommend a movie to somebody right now, what would it be? Watership Down. My childhood obsession.

Can you say “Sally sells seashells by the sea shore” fast without messing up? I can.

Is your hair naturally straight, wavy, or curly? Do you like it? It's straight. Sometimes I wish it was curlier, but I do like it as it is.

Have you ever considered your mom to be your best friend? No. We were closer during my teenage years, but I don't think I ever regarded her as a friend.

Is there anything plaid near you? What is it? Pajama pants in my hamper.

What is your opinion on tongue rings? Trashy or cute? I could never get one myself, but I think they're cool.

What color do you think you look best in? Black, dark red, dark green, and I think I look pretty good in this new volunteer shirt.

The last time you went out to eat - what did you order? PROTEIN POWDER PANCAKES at IHOP lmao. Oh wait, no, it was tater tots and coffee from Carl's Jr., but we just got that to-go.

Was today a bad hair day for you? It was alright.

Do you have all 32 teeth? Nope. My adult canines were removed when I was younger as part of the orthodontic process, and one of my molars cracked and I'm missing more than (?) half of it.

Have you ever been sent a postcard in the mail? From who? Possibly, but I no longer recall who sent it.

Do you spend more time on your hair or your makeup? My hair. I don't wear makeup.

Do you know how to do the moon walk? I generally understand the concept and once got to the point where I could "kind of" pull it off? Maybe? But no, I cannot.

How old were you in the year 2000? I turned 11.

Which subject are you better at - science or history? I was fine when it came to history and any science class that didn't involve much math.

What is one of your favorite comedy movies? Don't have one.

Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? Yeah. Lol. I don't really, though.

Do you have any plans tomorrow? What are they? Animal shelter in the AM.

Onion rings or french fries? Both are good. But right now, if I had to choose, I would go with french fries.

On a scale of 1-10 how lazy are you? At the animal shelter, maybe a four. At home, a six or seven. I expend most of my energy and effort on volunteering.

When was the last time you ate a doughnut? A couple of weeks ago-ish.

Are you the youngest person living in your house? I am.

Has anybody ever described you as a heart breaker? No.

Are you wearing pajamas right now? Yeah.

Has anybody ever told you that you talk too fast? Maybe.

Name something that is the same color as your eyes. A late summer mountain meadow.

Who is the best cook that you know? Liv still needs to make us those tamales!

Which meal throughout the day do you skip the most? I don't normally skip meals, but I will sometimes skip snacks if I'm going out to eat.

Can you name 3 different dinosaurs? Brontosaurus, Ankylosaurus, and Stegosaurus.

Have you ever completed the 99 bottles of beer on the wall song? I don't think so.

When was the last time you attended a barbeque? Idk.

Did you have a party for your last birthday? No.

Do you know how to dance the electric slide? No.

Are Frosted Flakes REALLY more than good? Love a good FLAKE.

What’s the largest amount that you can juggle at one time? I don't know how to juggle.

What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? I don't think I had a favorite. I played on pretty much everything.

Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? No.

How old were you when you learned how to ride a bike? Around six years old.

Where do you spend most of your time at? At home or the animal shelter.

What noise does your favorite animal make? Cats make all kinds of sounds. Meows, meeps, ackackackacks, hisses, trills, growls…

Do you have a garden shed in your backyard? No.

Who is the tallest person you know and how tall are they? Not sure.

What was your lowest mark on your previous report card? Probably an F.

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME / RAZZMATAZZ always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Big shot, so what?"

"You took the money but the money couldn't buy a friend."

"I want you to leave me alone."

"They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't."

"You're a big shot here but nobody else knows."

"Go fly a kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree."

"Four in the morning but we've having such a lovely time."

"Mad as a hatter with a dagger and a dollar sign."

"Tip your hat and break your mother's heart."

"When the sun comes up you'll find a brand new god."

"You'll never gonna stop me."

"I'm never gonna quit."

"Lose yourself inside the city."

"Lose your mind inside the week."

"We can live while we're alive."

"Come inside, twist the knife."

"I'm a voluntary victim."

"Watch your colonial tongue."

"I'll watch you tighten the noose."

"Don't you lose all your control."

"You can't get into heaven if you haven't got a soul."

"They'll replace you with machines."

"Paralyzed by the sum of your parts."

"Abstract with a human heart."

"I'm captivated, but I'm so confused."

"Come and see the opening band."

"No one likes an opening band."

"Chances are they won't go far."

"Career is sure to end."

"Unfamiliar things will make us nervous."

"You've got the devil on your shoulder."

"You better shut your mouth just like I told ya."

"You've been controlling me through fiction."

"I got to break you like a bad addiction."

"I can't say no, I'm losing control."

"I'm having bad dreams."

"Nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me."

"Despite your good intentions."

"I am just the new invention."

"Feels like you're running out of holy places."

"It's a miracle I'm standing."

"You're dragging me back."

"You're beautiful and evil too."

"You're sinister and vile."

"For you I'd die, or kill myself."

"I'd swing from the gallows and wave."

"I'd carousel into my grave."

"You're right down vicious."

"I can't help it, but I still wish I was with you."

"I'm a teenage beauty queen of sorts."

"I'm calculated, cold, without remorse."

"Only if you'd like me, I could fall in love with you."

"You're a holy quarantine."

"Could it be that it's only in my head."

"Give me something more for my wild imagination."

"Tell me that you're more than a sick fascination."

"You're with me all the time."

"I don't care about anything at all."

"I know that girls like you don't come with guarantees."

"You've got to spend your time, won't you spend it with me?"

"I hope we kiss goodnight."

"It might just end my life."

"I'll be a gentleman, or you can show me the door."

"I don't want to spend my life with anyone else."

"Pardon me if I forget your name."

"Is that any way to talk to me."

"Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue."

"What a shame if you misspeak now."

"I need you here."

"There is no other place in the world I would rather be."

"Can't you stay right here forever, pretty please?"

"Where do you go when you're not home?"

"If I'm out of line, just show me the door."

"Don't hold your breath for goodness sake."

"You've got parliaments filled with parasites."

"Let's go paint the town on our way home."

"The blinking lights are breaking bones."

"Then you have that good old fashioned razzmatazz."

"You broke my heart again."

"Some things just cannot be fixed with sparkled tongues and politcs."

"In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous."

"I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind."

"I know that this time I have said too much."

"I've been too unkind."

"I tried to laugh about it."

"I covered it all up with lies."

"I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes."

"Boys don't cry."

"I would break down at your feet and plead forgiveness, but I know it's too late."

"There's nothing I can do."

"I would tell you that I loved if I thought you would stay."

"I misjudged your limits."

"I pushed you too far."

"I took you for granted."

"I thought you needed me more."

"I would do most anything to get you back at my side."

[silverhallow]

Strangers All At Once: Burning

Strangers All At Once Masterpost

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Pairing: Sophie Beckett x Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: Sophie's lying to herself and everyone around... and how does Benedict really feel? Can they sort out this mess or will someone have to meddle?

Can't even begin to explain This all too well familiar pain That comes, and it goes, but it gets in my bones all the same, mmm Well, maybe I'm a fool for falling in love with you When I had nothing left to lose And nothing more I could give, went down with your sinking ship Now I don't think I'll make it through, through Now it's only the beat of my heart That reminds me not to stare at the sparks Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone

How Sophie made it home she’d never know. She’d cried all the way home, she was sure of it.

How could she have been so stupid? She’d felt like she’d had nothing left to lose, felt like there was nothing left in her heart and soul to break but she’d been wrong.

She’d somehow, in the space of four weeks, fallen back in love with Benedict, or perhaps she’d never fallen out of love and her head finally gave in to remember what her heart had always felt…

She felt like a fool for falling in love with him.

He was a Bridgerton. A fucking bridgerton and she was a nobody. She was an orphan. She was a bastard. Her parents had never been married. A man like Benedict Bridgerton would never love someone like her… Araminta had told her that and she’d refused to believe it and she’d let herself hope. Convinced herself that he did love her but then she’d heard him say what he’d said…

And she’d left, heartbroken and wrecked… thinking that nothing would hurt as much ever again…

But then this time… standing there and hearing him saying the same things… how it had clearly meant nothing… 

It broke her all over again and what was worse to her was that Violet had seen and heard…

Sophie wondered if she’d even be able to make it through the wedding…

But as she lay in her bed that evening she realised that even after the wedding… if she wanted to be in Kate’s life… Benedict was always going to be there…

Christenings for any of Kate’s kids, family gatherings for Kate’s birthday… he was going to be Uncle to those kids, he was going to be Kate’s brother in law. She’d never escape him.

He was going to be there, the memories would always resurface every time she saw him and she knew in her heart that no matter what… she was never getting over him.

The following morning she made her way to the cafe, michael and phillip had arrived early to help her set up and with the bread orders for the day and had asked her about how dinner had gone, Michael saw the pain in her face, the gaunt look behind her eyes and he knew something had gone wrong.

Sophie just shook her head “it’s fine. Just… if a Bridgerton comes in today… i am not here” she said and disappeared into the back and refused to talk about it.

The pain she felt was all too familiar, it was a pain she’d thought she’d left behind. She didn’t even know how to explain it to them, they would never understand. But it was a pain that went down to her bones.

It was too much and she knew she’d have some decisions to make about if she was to even stay here or if she should leave England forever.

~*~

Benedict had hated lying to his family, he rarely lied to them but when it came to Sophie he had to play his cards close to his chest.

Dinner had been amazing, they’d joked about, they’d flirted a little and he’d even held her hand for a moment when Simon had made a comment about how nice it was to have everyone together again and they had almost kissed again in the kitchen, he’d leaned over her to get the wine glasses from the top shelf and he’d nearly dropped one on her head and he’d rubbed her cheek with his hand and when he’d gone to move it away, she’d placed her hand on his and they’d leaned in, closer and closer and then the door flew open and Kate had come in…

Sophie had froze and fled and Benedict had been lost in his own world as Sophie had gone to help his mother clear the cakes away and that was when his siblings had started. He knew it was from a place of care and love and Kate had backed him up but when he snapped at Colin “It doesn’t matter what it looks like. It was 3 months two years ago. It meant nothing. If she means nothing to me she should mean nothing to you! She’s Kate’s friend, so we have no choice but to be nice to her” he’d known it was a lie. It was said in a panic and was the only thing he could think of to get his siblings off his back. 

It was a lie, every word but his siblings didn’t know what it was like. To love someone who just… left you high and dry without even giving you a proper reason. He just wanted them off his back.

He wasn’t over it. He was never going to be over it. He loved her. He was always going to love her. It had been everything to him and she meant everything to him now. He’d just hoped that maybe… just maybe that she felt the same way. 

But after his outbreak and Kate’s scowl and threat of pain of death if they did anything to scare off her best friend and maid of honour… they’d backed down, just as his mother returned, a rather serious look on her face as she’d said Sophie’d had to leave for an emergency at the cafe and he felt disappointed that she’d left without saying goodbye.

What confused him even more was his mother asking Kate if she could have a private word with her.

Benedict had tried to message Sophie to ask if everything was okay but the reply didn’t come through until the following afternoon saying everything was okay and it was just a faulty oven.

He’d asked her if she wanted to meet up and discuss plans for the wedding but she said she had too much to do over the next few weeks… but they could text and it had upset him and he wondered if something had happened.

He’d tried to visit her a few days later but Phillip had just said she wasn’t there and she was busy… even when Fran, El and Colin had all tried to go to the cafe, none of them had been able to see her or allowed to see her, though Eloise was sure she’d seen the blonde curls duck behind the counter and disappear out the back before she’d entered the cafe and the entire thing just confused Benedict even more.

He felt like Sophie was avoiding him and when he’d asked her as much she’d replied saying she wasn’t but she was just busy as Kate’s wedding cake wasn’t the only one she was doing…

He felt forlorn and shattered and like she was pushing him away all over again and to top it all off, his mother and Kate were both being off with him and he had no idea why but he knew he had other things to worry about at the moment… tomorrow night was the hen and stag do and though they were going out separately they were all supposed to meet up and he was hoping, he was planning to try and talk to Sophie then, she was a friendly and flirty drunk and he had a bit of a plan… he just hoped that he’d be able to pull it off.

~*~

Sophie felt pleased with herself, she’d avoided anyone with a connection to any of the Bridgerton’s for a week.

She still had no idea if she was going to leave or stay once the wedding was over but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to avoid them forever.

She’d gone through the last five weeks in her mind, the way they’d grown closer again, laughing and joking over Anthony getting stressed about flowers and napkins for the tables. Talking about Benedict’s best man’s speech and they’d even talked about how they’d been instrumental in Kate and Anthony getting together once they realised they knew one another.

They had skirted around the subject of them, their past but they’d come close but never as close as they had in the Aubrey Hall garage.

They’d even nearly kissed twice. The first time had been an almost magical moment, Sophie had been showing him her designs for the wedding cake, it had been based on one of Benedict’s sketches, a drawing of Aubrey Hall and the pall mall game that had ultimately gotten Kate and Anthony together, it had been a magical day and both of them had been lost in the memory. It had been the first time Sophie had really met his family, they’d distracted one another during the game and they’d ended up in the tree house and spent the night below the stars, making love and whispering sweet nothings to one another…

Both of them had been lost in the memory, drawing closer and closer together and then Michael had burst into the office…

And then the second time had been the night he broke her heart again, in the kitchen where she’d been so close to telling him that she loved him, where she’d gushed to Violet that she had fallen in love with Benedict only two days before she’d left, before he’d broken her heart the very next day.

She’d hoped she’d be able to avoid any connection to the Bridgerton’s until the night of the hen and stag do’s but she had to know the Gods were not on her side.

She was sat in the office late the night before the Hen do, doing paperwork and balancing her books and she’d assumed that Michael who had been on the late shift had already left when her door flew open and when she looked up, expecting to see Michael in there with his usual smirk saying he was done and telling her he was off on a date as was the norm on a friday night but instead was greeted by the face of her best friend.

“Kate? What the hell are you doing here?” Sophie asked, confusion on her face.

“Well you’ve basically barred any Bridgerton seeing you all week and i know there wasn’t an emergency here last week when you left, though why Violet covered for you i’ll never know… but honestly Soph, i’m a bit worried about you and i wanted to make sure you’re okay” Kate replied

“I am fine, just busy getting all this done and ordering all the things for your wedding food and cake” Sophie said evasively.

“I get that, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve had the chuckle brothers saying you’ve not been here all week… at least to anyone who is a Bridgerton. Mary saw you in here yesterday” Kate replied

Sophie sighed “it’s complicated Kate, it’s just… been a bit harder than i thought seeing Benedict and all the Bridgerton’s again and I just… needed a bit of space”

This was close to the truth. 

“I don’t get how it’s that complicated, I saw you guys, if i’d been a few seconds later I’m sure i’d have walked in on you snogging Ben’s face off…” Kate replied

Sophie sighed “it just is” she replied, avoiding mentioning that almost kiss.

“Soph, what the hell happened between the two of you… i’ve known you for years and you’d never been happier than you had been with Benedict…then you just… upped and left! I know you loved him, I heard you talking to Violet… So what the hell happened?!” Kate demanded, her arms crossed

“Nothing happened. It just… wasn’t working. It doesn’t matter if it is in the past. It meant nothing to him, it meant nothing…” Sophie swallowed, fighting back the tears “it meant nothing” she repeated, hoping that if she kept repeating it that it wouldn’t hurt anymore and that she herself would start to believe it.

“Bull shit” Kate called “Sophie, if it meant nothing you’d have not fled to France”

“I’d been planning to go before I met Benedict, I just postponed it. It was always in my plans to go…” Sophie said

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I tried but whenever I tried to bring it up before Benedict you were just complaining about Anthony, even when you got together and I tried to mention it before we left Aubrey Hall, I tried to tell you… i tried to tell you what was going on, but…” Sophie said

“But I was too wrapped up…?” Kate said feeling guilty, wondering if Sophie had tried to talk to her about Benedict and what was going on there as well and she’d just been wrapped up in her new relationship, besting Anthony in Pall Mall… and everything in between.

Sophie just shrugged a sad heartbroken look on her face “it is what it is Kate, but honestly, don’t worry, it’s in the past” 

Kate saw the look on her best friend's face and she knew there was more to this than she was letting on. She wanted to bring up that Violet had talked to her, that she knew Sophie had overheard Benedict’s tirade to his siblings but she had no idea how Benedict felt and she knew if she pushed Sophie into saying something to Benedict, about how she felt and he didn’t feel the same, though she was sure he did, it would shatter her best friend and she’d never see her again.

But she had to find out what had happened between her and Benedict in the first place, Violet had told her of her assumptions and theory and she knew she had to get Sophie to open up. To tell her everything…

There was one thing in this world that would get Sophie talking, to get her to tell her what was going on, something she’d learned at University and how she found out about this shit Araminta put her through… 

And that thing was tequila…

[mllenugget]

Hey!

I'm looking for tips on improving my art. I'm currently a broke-beginner but really want to improve. Any advice or drawing tips?

Oof beginner art tip ? Uhm 🤔 My Too Long Didn't Read take is : Fill your head with lots of references from real life photographies, movies, comics or any other artists that inspire you and analyse how they work and why you like them As well as practice practice practice ! Explore and experiment ! There's a LOT of free art ressources on the internet and specific tutorials for what you may be interested in Some of my personal favorites are ARVEN92's My rambling answer is :

Personally, I know that my art level stayed stuck for a very long time because I kept drawing the same things over and over again. I used to never get out of my confort zone.

Exploring new horizons is hard and frustrating and sometimes it takes a dozen of failed attempts before you finally make something look just like how you want it to (I sure did) But I can't recommend practicing and experimenting enough !

Look up artists' who inspire you and study their pieces in order to understand what you like in them (watch their speedpaints if they have any to check out their process)

Google photography of people and analyse how the lighting works. Find painting of landscapes and try to understand why such cluster of pixels looks like a bush from afar, how can you replicate that with your own hand ?

Take/Print multiple pictures of the same animal and TRACE IT, that's right don't be scared to do so ! It's a taboo topic in art communities but it shouldn't be ! As long it's not from a fellow artist and as long as you don't claim it as yours then it's perfectly fine ! So trace over it and try to get a grip of how the anatomy work and where the bones are and how the muscles wrap around all that mess. Then try to replicate that same drawing but without the model. Compare the result to the image again… See what might be off Then do it again, this time try to stylize it and shape it however you like !

Photography source

Also, don't hesitate to take a step back. You won't notice your improvement right away because, just like your own face : you see it everyday and thus may not notice the slow changes as you grow, yet they are still there ! If you feel exhausted from practicing, take a break for a couple of days and come back with a fresh eye and mindset I used to think I never changed my way of drawing horses, but once you look back how far you've come you only realize that is simply not true

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! For your ask game, would you mind if I asked for 2 (since I couldn't choose a fandom 😅)? Could I have headcanons for Sanemi from Demon Slayer and for Gordon from Black Clover, please? Thank you so much, friend!! 💖

Of course you can ask for headcanons from two series, Acacia! And one is from Demon Slayer, thank you!

(Spoilers for the Demon Slayer manga. Nothing big but a mention of future injuries.)

.....

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Realistic Headcanon: When Sanemi is angry, for any reason whatsoever, he asks to go on more missions. An angry Sanemi is a restless Sanemi and he needs to do something! Unless every bone in her body is broken, Sanemi will want to go out on a job. He doesn't care how far he has to travel for a job, he needs to vent by destroying. Alas, the poor demons who Sanemi faces while he's doing a vent mission.

Not realistic but hilarious Headcanon: Sanemi had the worst track record for breaking swords back when he first started. His technique wasn't atrocious per say. But his fighting style has always been very aggressive and the swords he got couldn't take the punishment. He broke so many swords and the poor sword smith assigned to Sanemi was inconsolable at how often they had to make a new blade. Within a couple years though, Sanemi chilled out and his reputation for sword breaking eventually went away.

Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Headcanon: Sanemi started a family, some born to him and his wife but also some adopted. And he named his children after each family member that he lost. His mother and siblings have always been in his heart and he wanted to give their names another chance to be used. When the kids are old enough to understand, Sanemi tells the kids where their names came from and asks them to always treasure their names. His mother and siblings are his mother and siblings. His children are his children. They're all distinct individuals but Sanemi wants his kids to feel connected to a family they'll never get a chance to know.

Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own Headcanon: Sanemi's love for ohagi and sweets in general leads him to opening a wagashi shop when he settles down as a normal citizen. He learns how to make mochi, anko, agar jelly, etc. Learning to use the tool for shaping and decorating the sweets was hard since he lost two fingers, but he managed. He uses his savings from the Corp to buy a little shop space. And he sells sweets until the day he dies. No one who visits the shop can believe that wild looking guy like Sanemi would make the gorgeous mochi and manju that's sold up front.

...

Gordon Agrippa

Realistic Headcanon: Gordon remakes each doll of the Black Bull members. Any little change that they get to their appearance means a brand new doll for Gordon to make. New outfits? New dolls! When Finral dyed his hair? New doll! And Gordon looks forward for the chance to make a new doll. He likes seeing his friends grow and change and making the dolls to reflect that.

Not realistic but hilarious Headcanon: Gordon can't remember ever getting sick. It's not he's got the immune system of the gods. It's that Gordon has some kind of illness amnesia. Whenever Gordon gets sick, even for a small cold, his brain leaves him entirely. He could still function somewhat normally, like get himself water or wash himself, but he will have no recollection of what he did while sick. Gordon gets sick and once he's better, it's like he's lost a day or two from his life. The Black Bulls are understandably weirded out but the Agrippa family is like "ah yeah, runs in the family."

Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Headcanon: Has nightmares the of the squad one day dissolving and just forgetting each other. He’s not afraid of being left out. He’s afraid of the whole friend group just not being friends in the future. He understands that everyone is sure to drift apart a little as they grow and establish lives outside of the squad (because for a lot of them their lives are mostly in the squad and it can’t stay they way forever). But he doesn’t want there to be a day when the BB just stop talking to each other entirely. Even when families are started or someone moves away, that they’ll remember each other. It took a while for everyone to fully accept each other, but they’ve become friends. To imagine their lives just moving so far apart and irreversibly… it scares Gordon so much that he wakes up in tears sometimes because that thought haunts his dreams.

Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own Headcanon: Gordon's palette and stomach are made of iron! He could drink sea water without batting an eye. Spicy wings challenges are no big deal to him. He wouldn't flinch at the darkest, most bitter espresso. And he digests everything like a champ. The only upset stomachs that Gordon has ever gotten were from being nervous. The food he eats never has and never will give him a tummy ache, no siree!

...

Headcanon ask game

[fraener]

1/27/25

ive been thinking it was the 27th for so many days in a row this week...not sure why. i fell a little ill the last few days, stomach trouble and that strange anxiety and bad taste in the back of the throat the roughens the edges of everything when there's a virus present in the body. duncan died a few days ago. i laid with p, s won't talk to me. i wrote a joyous recounting of it in here a few days ago but didnt save it before my computer shut down and so enough time has passed for me to be too afraid of the joy we shared enough to record it. what a sad thing to write. its been bright, the ice never leaves the shadows and each morning everything is blanketed in a fine blue frost. i didnt want to have my heart broken right now. im not sure p knows how to close a door once its been opened. i think he might be a little in love with me, a melancholy thing. how i wish i could reciprocate. how i wish we could go on and face the world together, that he wasnt leaving, that i could hold him. he kept saying the cat was already out of the bag. he feels strong in his desire, optimistic in his declaration. ive been withholding, i know. i dont want to fight to matter outside of his love for me. i dont want to fight to be considered as an individual. im supposed to see him today, i can tell he wants comfort. i am deciding whether i want to see him today more than i want to avoid seeing him today. i think i will cry either way. i dont think i can just take a nap and wake up into a day i can handle today, because i dont think ill really feel better about tomorrow, either. im tired of my body being treated as a dirty thing that taints and becomes tainted. i dont know what to do. i dont like being asked to choose, i dont like being treated like i dont have any influence, either. im so sad about duncan. i just sort of want to be left alone today. mostly because i dont think anyone could take care of me through this. i want to be given the consideration they give one another, but i am being pushed to the side like im a nuisance. im "just one more thing to deal with" according to s. theres no way to have my influence felt i dont think, all i can do is say how i feel to p, maybe text s later and tell her that im really hurt by being brushed off. i dont think i will say anything to her because she already said she didnt want to talk to me and i dont want to beg for something she doesnt want to offer. i wont be made to beg.

moments after this earlier entry, he broke things off with me. i realized in that conversation i wouldnt just be satisfied with what he could offer anyways, i would always want more than what he could give me if he continues to live the way he does. ive never known what its like really to have a companion like s is to him, i have f and thats close enough to understand on some level. but we have always gone from one another and come back in comfort and trust. eating p was like eating candied violets with my hands from a wooden bowl at c.b's table in the dim light of candlefire and dusk. can i remember that well enough for my heart to stop breaking? i felt the shift of all my little shadows reaching for him at once- no longer hands outstretched to r...can i forgive that i was shown something so beautiful and delicious and pristine and without fault and then only later be shown id likely never see it again? i can candy violets, i cannot find a replacement for what he did to my body and soul. i found a new trail at the back of the yogurt bones field and all i could think was how i wanted to bring him there, but i doubt well ever go at the time of year i pictured. ive been waiting what feels like my whole life thus far for june. will it come? its there every time i close my eyes. he loved when i told him that, that every moment i turned away i was sure it was june behind my back. i want to know what joy that june really contains. a long road to anew and unknowable. washed clean by another wave of slander and scrutiny....wonder how few friends ill have at the other end of this one lol. scorned whore yet again its like an award i cant stop winning

i want to record that all the cards ive drawn about him today indicated a great threat coming in the form of a seduction, something i want desperately that will ruin everything for me if i pursue it and leave me with nothing. i feel like this warning is coming too late but i fear for whats to come. the cards have also said i will be betrayed, slandered, and used...and a period of solitude is going to ensue. all the signs are kind of pointing to stay the fuck away from these people but its so hard to say no to something you want so so badly. i know that he cant actually give me what im looking for and i dont feel like i want to just be used right now for the betterment of his relationship with someone else. i want to trust him so badly. i want to so badly i dont know if i can stop myself from just falling for it all over again. because i would ruin everything for him, in this moment, knowing what i know. all he would have to do is say the word and i would go with him nearly anywhere. and he never will, and if he does it will be false, and i have to put it out of my mind and know that it will never, ever happen again. hope to be putting it behind me like it never did.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

310 of 2023

Does it annoy you when people make their default of them kissing someone?

I gnuinely don’t give a fuck. Why would it even annoy me? It’s none of my fucking business.

Are there any names you can think of that just go well together?

I’ve never been overthinking it. My names don’t, that’s for sure.

Do you enjoy museums?

I do, but it depends what kind.

Have you ever met anyone famous?

No, I haven’t.

Describe the scariest dream you can remember?

Don’t want to go into details, it’s triggering.

Have you ever been to a mint where they make money?

What is that even? I’ve never heard of it.

Do you ever get really, really hyper?

Yeah, I tend to get the zoomies on occasion.

Are you left or right handed, or ambidextrous?

Used to be ambidextrous, but then shit happened and I had to use my right hand by default.

If ambidextrous, do you prefer writing with your right or left hand?

I  used to prefer writing with my left hand, but now I write with my right hand.

What is your favourite subject at school?

I’m not in school anymore, but it was physics.

Do you ever use Yahoo! Answers? For seriousness or for trolling?

Does it even exist anymore?

Have you ever stepped on a thumb tack?

More than once lol.

Do you have a username you use for everything? Or does it change each site?

I have different usernames for every site.

Are you in Miami bitch? :D

I’m not even in the US.

How did you break the last bone you broke?

Never broke a bone in my life.

Have you ever used Nexopia?

Never heard of it.

What has been the best year of school for you so far?

2020, in uni.

Do you have any disorders or disabilities?

Yeah. I have Marfan syndrome, epilepsy and left hand paresis.

Do you ever watch How To videos?

Sometimes, for tips.

Do you enjoy trolling?

Pff I’m too old for that.

Have you ever been to an emergency room? If so, what for?

Yeah. Once with brain haemorrhage and twice with prolonged seizures which I£ had after my neurologist messed up with my medication.

Which emoticon face do you use most often?

:D I guess.

Are you a musical sort of person? I mean, are you musically talented?

Kind of, I have great memory for melodies.

How did you break the first phone you broke?

Probably threw it to the wall because I was frustrated.

Did you have a tree house when you were a kid? If so, did you ever fall from it?

Never had a tree house.

Have you ever been on vacation to a snow field?

No, I’ve never heard of it either.

When you go on vacation, what mode of transport do you usually use?

Car, or train.

What is the worst show, in your opinion on MTV? The best?

I couldn’t care less about MTV.

Do you like Jason Derϋlo?

I’m not familiar with his work and I don’t know him in person.

Are there any movies that just creep you out so much?

I don’t watch movies.

Have you ever had a close encounter with a shark?

No, never.

Do you have any hotties on your walls?

What is hotties?

Do you ever wish dinosaurs came back to life and there were cute and snuggly?

I don’t care.

How many countries have you been to?

Six in total, but all in Europe.

How many states have you been to? In all the countries you’ve been to?

Never been to the US at all.

What is a song you heard long before it became popular and everyone liked it?

Can’t think of anything, I’m not that interested in popular music.

Do you enjoy designing things? Anything?

Yep, digital art and some music.

Do you know anyone who has gotten themselves into a serious accident?

Yeah, myself.

Can you play anything on the violin?

No, but my sister can.

Do you know what a raincheck at stores is?

No idea, don’t feel like checking. Probably something I know in Dutch.

Whose funeral was the last you went to?

One of my workmates, three years ago.

Who got married at the last funeral you went to?

Married at the funeral?? That’s fucking creepy.

What do you think of excessively long names? What about their shortenings?

I couldn’t care less.

Do you ever get hay fever?

Yeah, I’m allergic to pollen.

Do you know anyone with the last name Pilbeam?

Never heard of that name, surely it doesn’t exist in my country.

When you were little, did you have those magnet letters on your fridge?

No, but I’m a grown adult and my fridge is covered with magnets from my travels.

Have you seen the Techno Jeep video on YouTube?

Never heard of it.

Does your house have a wood fire?

Yeah, but it’s not in use and even out of order.

Do you know what a Pibgorn is?

No idea.

Can you learn the lyrics of a song by ear, or do you have to search them up?

By ear, it’s easy for me.

Do you like the name Amy?

Honestly, I love this name. I even had a cat with this name.

Have you ever got an x-ray? How about a brain scan?

I’ve had both plenty of times, especially after that brain haemorrhage. MRI machines make cool noises.

[u3pxx]

i forgot abt this poll ngl bc i didn't get notified when the timer was up DGHDJ so which one's the lie? well, let's start with the least-voted to the most-voted option!

got banned from the angry birds wiki bc made an account while being 8 yrs old

yea that happened DFGHD

not too sure if i was exactly 8 but definitely happened around that age.

i was looking at many of the wiki's mods' profiles and mimicked how they were formatted and bragged about being the youngest person on this site in my bio. and then i got banned LMAO

used to shriek "SHUT UP" so LOUD in class break bc everyone was too damn noisy

and everyone was too damn noisy!

and uh. embarrassingly, that also happened ASKSKS i don't remember when i started doing it but, as a kid, i was very proud of the fact that i had a very loud scream and, yea.

some old classmates asked me once too if i can do that rn bc everyone was too rowdy but that was at the point of my life where i realized how embarrassing that was wheezes orz

broke arm during a high jump competition and was very SAD to not be drawing :(

ach you saw through my lie! how did you do that? did i ham it up too much with the :(? ASKSKS i may have hurt myself a lot in sports but i've never broken a bone in my life.

instead, this happened to my old classmate when we were both competing in high jump.

that kind of made me a lil traumatized tho and was one of the things that pushed me to be just a lil bit more scared of doing sports like that, couldn't help but fixate what breaking all your bones feels like, whoopsies!

congrats to those who guessed right! wheezes. my life isn't very eventful but i'll try and think of any silly things that happened to me that i can make into this game if i'm bored again lmao <3

edit: oh i should say you have to pick which one is the lie DFGHDJD

[onceuponastory]

3am - bucky barnes x reader

And now it's 3AM and you're calling me up again And you wanna know if I meant every word that I said - 3am by you me at six

Plot: One night at 3am, Bucky Barnes gets a call about his ex, Y/N. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Being drunk, injuries/broken bones, a tiny mention of vomit, and a few mentions of Bucky’s past as the winter soldier (but nothing too graphic). As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Thank you to my bestie @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

One winter night in the middle of Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes is fast asleep. For once, things around him are quiet, and he’s finally able to get some rest after the years of pain and torment he’s been through. Yet soon, the phone rings, startling him.

“Hello?” He murmurs, still half asleep.

“Hello, is that Mr Bucky Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrow, not expecting to hear his full name at three in the morning.

“Yes…it is. How can I help you?” He expects this call to be inconsequential, at most a prank being played by Sam or the kid. However, when the voice on the other end speaks, Bucky realises that this call will be everything but insignificant.

“This is the hospital. I’m calling on behalf of Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” At the mention of her name, Bucky sits up, immediately awake. Y/N is his ex-girlfriend. He hasn’t spoken to her in months since they broke up. Since he got scared that he wasn’t good enough for her because of his past and broke up with her a few months ago. And now, the hospital is phoning him up at 3am to ask about her. Concern floods Bucky’s entire body. Although they broke up, he still misses her dearly, and would move the ends of the earth to make sure she’s safe. Despite this, he hasn’t said anything to her about it, wanting her to let her get on with her life rather than being laid down with him and his issues. Honestly, he thought she had moved on a long time ago.

“What happened? Is she okay?” He asks, speaking a mile a minute.

“Yes sir, she’s okay. She got quite intoxicated, and had a nasty fall which resulted in her breaking her ankle.” Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. This is better than expected. She’s okay. She’s not dying. “I’m calling because she has you down as her emergency contact, and she has no way of getting home.” His words make Bucky stop. Even though he’s an Avenger, Bucky and Y/N never spoke about things like this, about what would happen if the other was hurt or in danger. It was just assumed that he’d take care of her and she’d take care of him, like any boyfriend or girlfriend would do. When they broke up, they were focused on bigger things, like coming to terms with almost a year of their lives suddenly meaning nothing, or moving stuff out of each other's apartments. Neither of them thought about the little things like this, how they could suddenly be confronted with each other once again. Yet, breakup or no breakup, Bucky would still do anything to make sure she’s safe. Picking her up from the hospital is nothing. “Mr Barnes? Hello?”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Bucky makes it to the hospital within ten minutes, furiously searching for any sign of Y/N. When a nurse points him to the right room, he almost pulls the door off of its hinges with the speed he opens it. As the door opens, Y/N turns around, looking at the new entry to the room. As soon as sees Bucky, her eyes light up, and she grins. The same smile that Bucky has missed for so long. Immediately, he starts smiling too, and butterflies start to flutter in his stomach. Maybe, just maybe, her happiness at seeing him isn’t just because she’s drunk. Maybe she misses him, too.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” She gasps.

“I’m still your emergency contact, doll. You okay?” 

“Ohhhhh! And yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N nods. Bucky already knows she has no idea what he’s saying. And judging by the moon boot she’s wearing, her ankle is definitely going to start hurting soon. Alcohol is a hell of a drug. Yet, seeing her so happy despite everything still makes him smile. It reminds him of before, when they were both happy together. Back when things were still good between them, when they could speak to each other without devolving into arguments. He misses those days more than anything in the world. In all honesty, if he had the chance to go back in time, Bucky wouldn’t go back to the 40s, before his life changed in the worst possible way. Before he became a weapon of mass destruction. He’d go back to when he lost Y/N, and try to make things right, rather than running at the first sign of trouble. 

He’s good at that. At running.

As the doctor explains the break and the healing process, Bucky listens attentively, ensuring he’s ready to support Y/N and her needs. He’s not been good at much throughout his long life, especially not talking about his feelings. But he can be good at this, at taking care of the woman he loves. He can at least give her that after their relationship broke down. And then, something brushes against his hand. And then it does again. It’s only then that Bucky realises that something is Y/N’s hand. Feeling her fingers brushing against his still sends shivers throughout his entire body. Even though he’s been alive for decades now, Bucky swears that Y/N is the only one who makes him feel alive.

Soon, the doctor sends the pair away, and Bucky wheels Y/N towards the elevator. Immediately, he feels the atmosphere change. At least when they were with the doctor they had a middleman, someone to do all the talking to prevent them from speaking to each other. Now, it’s just them both, brought together again after being apart for so long. “This is fun.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle. 

“Just trying my best to make the ride as smooth as possible for you.” Bucky replies, chuckling to himself. Yet soon, the smile fades. Sure, they’re getting along now, but that’s largely because Y/N’s drunk and doesn’t remember that they’re broken up. But what happens when things go back to normal and she does remember? When this little pocket of happiness is gone? Honestly, Bucky can’t bear to think about it. But then, Y/N starts laughing again, and he can’t help but smile once more.

Maybe he can stay in this happy time a little longer.

Soon, the pair reaches Bucky’s car, and he lifts her into the passenger side, buckling her in before crossing over to his side and buckling himself in. As he drives, the pair sit in silence. For a while, Bucky thinks Y/N has fallen asleep, and is about to check on her, until:

“You know Bucky….” she trails off, and he raises a brow. “I miss you. I don’t know why we stopped talking.” The words are murmured, but Bucky hears them loud and clear. And they almost make his heart stop. Of course, he knew she had forgotten why they’d stopped talking, but he wasn’t expecting to hear the first few words. And it hits him like a bucket of cold water. She misses him. Maybe he has a chance to fix this. 

“I miss you too. More than you’ll ever know. I regret what happened every day.” He tells her. But then, Y/N goes back to her drunk mumbling as if nothing happened, as if both of them didn’t just admit that the pain and heartbreak of the last few months could’ve been avoided. Bucky sighs. He’s probably right. She’s just drunk, and her words mean nothing.

When they reach Y/N’s apartment, Bucky helps her up the stairs and into her apartment. She still keeps a spare key under a plant pot, just like she did when they were dating. Bucky still remembers warning her about it, how anyone could find the key and break in. To his surprise, though, she simply laughed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a super soldier to protect me…and he’s really cute, too.” She laughed, pulling him close for a kiss. That was the day she’d been making cookies, and she tasted like cinnamon and chocolate. Remembering the memory, Bucky smiles. At least he still has those to keep him happy.

Once inside, Bucky helps her towards her bedroom and into bed. “Thank you Bucky.” She murmurs. And almost as soon as her head hits the pillow, she falls asleep, snoring softly. Bucky sighs.

“I know you’re just drunk. You’ll wake up tomorrow, and this whole thing will be just a dream, and you’ll hate me again. But I’ll deserve it.” He sighs. After checking on her again, he leaves the room, ready to spend the night on her couch. Of course, it’s not the most ideal situation as her ex, but this way he can make sure she’s safe, and that she doesn’t hurt herself any more. 

As he gets himself comfy, Bucky glances around the room. All the pictures Y/N has with him are taken down. The sight makes his heart sink. He knows that keeping pictures of you and your ex-boyfriend around after you’ve broken up isn’t something people do, but seeing them all gone is like the final nail in the coffin. The ultimate confirmation that all hope of them having a happy reunion after this is gone. And Bucky knows he only has himself to blame.

So, with tears stinging his eyes, Bucky settles down to try and get some sleep.

The next morning, Y/N limps into her kitchen, rubbing her eyes. When she sees Bucky leaning against her counter drinking a coffee, her eyes widen.

“What happened? Why are you here?” Bucky sighs. He’s been awake for most of the night, trying to figure out the best way to explain the events of the last couple of hours and coming up empty. 

“I’m still your emergency contact, so I got a call from the hospital at three this morning saying you had broken your ankle and needed a ride home. So, I came and got you.” He explains. “The doctor wants to see you again tomorrow, so I can drop you off if you want.”

“Oh…thanks for doing that.” 

“Y/N, you were drunk. I wasn’t going to leave you alone in the hospital. I brought you home and put you to bed. I know we’re broken up, but I uh, I crashed on your couch to make sure you didn’t fall over or throw up during the night. Hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks…again.” She nods. And just like Bucky predicted, things between them are back to being awkward. There’s no way she remembers her admission to him last night. Although he knew she wouldn’t, he can’t help but feel disappointed. Part of him was expecting them to make up right here, like they do in the romcoms.

“I’ll just finish my cup of coffee, and then I’ll go. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No! No, you don’t need to go.” She gasps, the quickness of her reply making Bucky raise a brow in confusion. Is she really that upset at the thought of him leaving? Does she really want him back, after all? “Not yet, anyway. You can stay a little longer.” Bucky nods, helping her sit down at her table and passing over some coffee.

“Do you want some breakfast? I could make you some pancakes, or we could order something in.” He offers.

“Some pancakes would be nice, thanks.” Bucky smiles.

“Coming right up.”

“You know….” Y/N sighs, stopping only to finish her last bite of pancakes. “That was really nice. It was just like how things used to be. You made me these every Saturday morning, remember?” The faintest hint of a smile twitches at the corners of her mouth. Bucky can pick up on the melancholiness in her voice, and how she misses their past. After all, he’s feeling the same way. 

“Yeah, I do. Those were great.” He sighs. All he wants is to tell her right then how much he misses her, how he’d give all he has to go back to those days, back to when they were both happy. He just doesn’t know how to tell her. The words just won’t link up to his mouth.

“How was I last night, by the way? Did I say anything, or was I out of it?” 

“No, not at all.” Bucky insists. She doesn’t have to know the truth about what she told him. Yet, his words make her furrow her brow.

“Well, you’re saying that Bucky, but I can tell you’re hiding something. I always could.” Bucky gulps.

“Yeah, you could.” He laughs awkwardly, and Y/N nods.

“So there’s that, and there’s also the fact that I wasn’t drunk enough to forget everything I said to you last night. At first, I thought it was a dream, but now you’re here....” Shit. “So, I’ll ask you again. Did I say anything to you last night? Like…about missing our relationship?” Bucky stammers, his eyes widening. 

“Yes. You did.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” She demands. “What, you were just going to let me carry on like I didn’t tell you the truth about how I’ve really been feeling?!”

“I didn’t think you meant it or that you’d remember! I thought it was just the alcohol! And besides, I wanted to say something, but the last thing I wanted was for you to wake up still hating me, and then find out you said something you didn’t mean.” Bucky explains. Y/N sighs.

“I never hated you, Bucky. Maybe at the beginning, but as time went on, I just realised how much I miss you. And I still do.” Bucky gasps, and he scoots his chair forward.

“I miss you too, Y/N. More than anything. I hate how things ended, and how I ruined everything. I’ve regretted it ever since. I was just so worried about hurting you, because of my past, but I ended up hurting you even more. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sighs. To his surprise, Y/N starts chuckling.

“You know, we really should’ve told each other this before now.” She says, and Bucky nods, unable to stop himself from laughing too. It feels weird, being comfortable and laughing with each other after being apart for so long. Maybe though, the fact they’re able to do this shows that things might be okay between them both after all.

 “Yeah, you’re right. You know…if you’d like to start over, I’m okay with that.” When she doesn’t reply at first, Bucky gasps. “But if you don’t want to, that’s totally okay. We can take things as slow as you want.” Y/N smiles.

“Sure. Maybe after my appointment tomorrow, we can go get a drink or something?” 

“Yeah…I’d love that.” Bucky smiles.

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[soupieoopieisloopie]

I always wonder how Beetlejuice would react to someone who looks very sweet and soft but is actually really hardcore. Like death metal, rage room, loves extremely gorey and disturbing media, constantly wanting someone to pick a fight with them so they could pummel them kinda hardcore.

It would be funny if they scared Beetlejuice a bit more than beetlejuice would scare them haha

Here's some drabbles just to get this idea out of my head lol I'm no writer so aa yeah DJSBJZ idk if I captured his Beetlejuice-ness enough ee

No pronouns used but a little (and I mean very little) nsft bc it's beetlejuice lol

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"Hey babes! Ya miss-?" He'd ask as he suddenly appears in their room, loud gutteral screaming stopping him in his tracks for a split second before he basks in it. His breather is glued to the TV as he sways over to their side on the couch. Bloody cries and begs fill the silence between them.

Beetlejuice looks between the TV and his sweet breather, dressed in hello kitty pajamas with a stuffed animal under their arm. Kitten socks on their feet and a bunny hair band holding their hair from the puppy print face mask they have on. Such a stark contrast from the bloody murder playing on the TV. He chuckled to himself as he sat back and continued watching with them, laughing occasionally.

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"I'm going out, Beej. Please behave." You absentmindedly say as you grabbed your keys, heading for the door.

"Where'ya goin? Can I come?" Beetlejuice would say hopefully as he shot up from his place on the couch. You were wearing sweats with one leg covered in cutesy anime Chibis and some logo for the anime you were currently obsessed with and a tank top that read 'BE KIND' In bright letters with stars and smily faces surrounding it (If you have long hair it'll be tied up) you weren't dressed up fancy so he didn't have a clue where you'd be going. It was your day off and he couldn't recall any plans that didn't include suffocating you with his 'love'.

"I'm going to a rage room, helps me decompress." You said with a chuckle, wanting to see how he'd react since you knew he didn't think you had a violent bone in your body. You'd shoo out any bugs that got inside, choosing to let the spiders you'd see around your place be as they helped with other bugs, you weren't overly confrontational either and he'd only ever see you cry when you were really mad. He looked at you from across the room confused but intrigued.

"Rage room? Is that some breather code for orgy?" Beetlejuice sat up on his knees from his previous sitting position, looking dopey and cocky as per usual.

"If you wanted one babes all you had to do was-"

"No! That's not what that means!" You cut him off with a laugh, you always appreciated the demons enthusiasm and humor.

"Its a room where you break stuff! Hence 'rage' room." You explained as you put on your shoes. If he wasn't already interested in joining you, he sure as sugar was now. He'd never seen you take your anger out on anyone or anything for that matter. You tended to cry it out, take a moment and sometimes you'd yell a bit while venting to him but usually he was the one who broke things so he was definitely going to tag along for the ride.

"you can come, but I don't go easy on the stuff in there. Also if appreciate it if you didn't distract me. It's the only time I can take my pent up rage out and have zero consequences." You laugh as you pick up your bright bag with some first aid, water bottles and your wallet and things for your phone Incase you were there for longer than you planned.

Cut to you demolishing every piece of furniture in the room, the safety suit hiding the rage and fire behind your eyes as you yelled out and screamed all the things you'd wish you could say to the people that come in and out of your life. Beetlejuice watching in fascination and a little bit of 'im going to screw their brains out when we get home'

He loved this side of his sweet and cuddly breather.

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You were listening to your usual music when beetlejuice decided now would be the perfect time to yank your headphones from your head and see what kind of cutesy music you were listening to as you went about your day. Safe to say his hears almost bled with the volume of the music, looking at you as if you were an imposter.

"Who are you?? Where's my precious breather??" He'd cry out as he took whatever you were working on from you and held it protectively.

"Beej, stop playing around I want to finish that!" You'd laugh out, only making him back away from you further.

"No! You're not allowed to touch (Y/N's) things!" He'd hiss as he playfully ran around your shared space. He only let up when you managed to bribe him with a few kisses.

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I'm not a writer so djsbjxhs sorry if this is bad LOLOL I read lots of fan fics tho (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ this was pretty fun to do instead of working out tho haha

[kentolove]

iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre: exes reunion, angst, barely there fluff tbh but I think it can count as fluff, Just iwa being in love :(

summary: He turned away. Your heart is no longer his, but his will always be yours.

1.2k words

a/n: my lovely Lily or @9kenma​ wrote a very very beautiful kenma exes fic (which u should read [i’m forcing you to] so here is the link to it) pleasee go read her fic cause it’s the sole reason as to why this exists lol!! (also binge her masterlist as well she is v v talented)

also very subtly co-inspired by the song, “Andromeda” by Weyes Blood!

He took your heart and left for a foreign land.

That was nearly five years ago, and you like to say that you’ve recovered. Your heart is no longer tied to a man who did not love you as much as you did him.

He took your heart; he held it, then later spat on it and all you had sacrificed for him. But you’ve healed. It took months and months of work, tears, and loneliness for you to get to where you are. You haven’t felt heartbroken, weak, or defeated in years. You’re good.

But you hate the look your friends are giving you. They stare at you as if you are fragile, as if your heart will break at the mere mention of him.

“He’s coming back in two months,” Matsukawa starts. “You haven’t seen him in almost five years.”

You give him a look. “I know.”

“I’m just informing you that your ex-boyfriend — who shattered your heart, might I add — is coming back soon.”

“Don’t speak about Iwaizumi like he’s not your friend, Issei.”

“He’s my friend, but I still don’t like what he did to you.”

You roll your eyes and give him a playful shove. “Whatever happened between him and I is between us. You don’t have to hate him on my behalf. I don’t hate him myself.”

He’s analyzing you. His eyes pierce your soul, looking for any form of insincerity. You have never been able to fool him, for he is too observant for his own good.

“Issei,” you place a hand on his shoulder, “I’m okay. I promise. I stopped hurting a long time ago.”

And you’re honest. Your heart hasn’t called for his in years. You’re okay.

-

He left his heart with you in a familiar land.

Five years ago, as he graduated high school, he left behind the person he was sure he would spend forever with. He packed his bags to pursue his dreams, but along the way he lost what once meant the world to him.

He broke your heart on a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the flowers and leaves were falling from the trees and creating an assortment of bursting colors on the ground. He remembers how you smiled at him that day: eyes as bright as the burning sun. You were glowing — attached to him by the hip.

The two of you were inseparable. You spent your youth together; watching each other grow and bloom into the adults you would eventually become. You were there for every moment of his life. The day he broke his first bone, you walked alongside him and reassured him that the pain would eventually subside. When he poured his heart and entire body into volleyball, you cheered him on by the bleachers.

You were his everything, yet he foolishly let you go. He let you cry, and he let the distance drift the two of you apart.

His heart has been calling for yours since he left. It’s always been yours, laying invisible in the palms of your hands. He knows you’re worth it. You’re the only one he would trust with his whole being — his heart. Even if you may not accept him a second time, he will always give himself to you. 

He will always be yours.

-

You’re beautiful, he thinks, as he stares at you from across the room.

It’s his welcome back party, and he can’t believe you actually attended. He knew there would be some type of reunion (for his friends are far too overdramatic to not throw an over-the-top party), but he never knew that you would attend. That you would be here, in all your glory, leaving Iwaizumi speechless.

He stares at you until Oikawa interrupts him.

“Gonna stand there and keep staring at her like some pervert?”

He receives a slap to the back of his head.

“I was kidding!”

“You’re not funny,” is his only response, before his eyes move back to you. You have always moved with grace — such admirable elegance and poise. After being away from you for so long, your movements are somehow enhanced. You’ve grown as has time has passed, and you’ve become more of a wonder. 

He wants to know you again, familiarize himself with your body and mind once again.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Oikawa gently says, and it’s a tone Iwaizumi is not used to hearing. “She healed.”

Iwaizumi smiles. You’ve always been strong, never letting anything falter your movements.

“That’s good.”

“Go talk to her,” Oikawa encourages. “It’ll be good for you.”

With a nudge to his back, Iwaizumi is forced to make his trek towards you. You look so vibrant, laughing with one of your old high school friends that Iwaizumi forgot the name of. You were always so sociable — adapting to every and all situations thrown towards you. He envies you. He loves you.

You notice him before he reaches you. You had once told him that you would always recognize his presence: whether that be by footsteps, breath, or voice. He curses your receptiveness, however, for he wishes he had more time to admire you.

“Hey,” he greets.

He’s nervous. Anyone around him can tell, for his eyes look anywhere but at you. You wish there was a cloud of comfort surrounding the two of you, but there isn’t. It faded and dwindled long ago, when the man packed his bags and left you with tears and a shattered heart.

So you create that cloud of comfort. With a step towards him and two arms wrapped around his torso, you create a haven. One that takes you both away from the crowd — from the overbearing music playing through the speakers.

“I missed you,” you whisper into him. Iwaizumi knows what you mean. You don’t yearn for him as he yearns for you, but you still love him. Not with as much force and passion as you once did, but the love is still there. Alive and burning, but not with the same urgence as it did five years ago.

His heart shatters.

He holds onto you with strength. You know what he means. He years for you in a way that you don’t for him. He wishes that he could take back his past mistakes and find solace in your presence like he once did. 

But your heart has healed and no longer cries for him.

“Yeah,” he pulls away from you, “I missed you too.”

“I hope you’re happy, Haji.”

You’re cruel. The nickname brings him back to a time filled with laughter, kisses, and promises. Promises that he broke and that he will never be able to mend again.

“I will be,” he smiles, “one day.”

Minutes are spent gazing and admiring one another. After so many years apart, the two of you spend time familiarizing yourselves with one another. You notice his stature, his muscle, and his sullen eyes. He notices your calm persona, your smile lines, and your bright eyes.

“I love you.”

“I know you do,” you take his hand in yours. 

You pause. 

“I love you, too. But not in the way you want me to.”

He knows. He could never hate you for it.