#WHY DON'T WE FALL IN-LOVE ; rosie (s/i)

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s/i(s) + scents but it's the only brand i've ever known and worn !!!!

BATSCYTHE ; NOCTURNAL (No. 34)

" Evoking up-all-night evenings dancing under the stars, crisp woody Cypress entangles notes of warm Vetiver, carrying you away to a clandestine woodland ballroom. There, rich amber tones of Dark Patchouli and Night Musk pirouette to the tune of the night owl’s call. "

FRAGRANCE NOTES ; Cypress, Dark Patchouli, Vetiver, Night Musk

PSYCHS ; EVERYTHING & NOTHING (No. 10)

" A bright burst of citrus and layers of sweet blossoming florals. Romantic and optimistic: Pressed Petals, Tea Leaves, and Sweet Orange create an enchanting sensory experience. "

FRAGRANCE NOTES ; Sweet Orange, Pressed Petals, Desert Moss, Tea Leaves

(idk where these notes are coming from bc this shit straight-up smells like chemicals)

ROSALIE VALENTINE ; TAINTED LOVE (No. 62)

" Not for the faint of heart, a fragrance sparked by the complexities of love with warm notes of Dark Vanilla Bean, sensuous Sandalwood, provocative spices and an unexpected kiss of sweet Orchid. "

FRAGRANCE NOTES ; Dark Vanilla Bean, Orchid, White Tea, Sandalwood

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ㅤ★﹒Butterflies in the stomach ﹒★

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - You were his best friend while alive and you always woke up in him something that he doesn't quite understand, he goes in search of answers with his closest friend Rosie, but what mess is this maybe love?

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Hazbin Hotel

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Implicit as a female reader, ambivert!reader, mentions of suicide

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( Good reading )

★ Backstory and your arrival at the hotel....

– You saw the Hazbin Hotel ad and found it very interesting, a chance to redeem yourself, you couldn't let an opportunity like this pass you by

– You ended up in hell after committing s#icide, you were feeling so alone after the death of everyone close to you that you couldn't bear the weight of it

– Now you had to endure that terrible smell and bodies everywhere it was a big regret

– When you arrived at the hotel you were very well received by Charlie who introduced you to everything very excitedly

– You were a little "uncomfortable", you weren't used to someone so energetic, so Vaggie calmed Charlie down a little and she apologized to you

– Seeing all that movement Alastor obviously went to see what it was and saw you, a somewhat strange demon, you weren't born in hell so why did you have such human features?

– The lack of one of your eyes led him to the conclusion of why you were there, but you seemed unaccustomed to your new reality, you were silent and didn't seem very strong

– Well looking a little closer you looked like someone he knew, but who? Ah, he remembered now, how could he forget his best friend in life? How why would you end up in such a terrible place?

– You were almost an angel in life, it was unacceptable for someone so beautiful and so sweet to end up in a place like that, he though

" Tu m'as manqué ma chérie"

– The moment you heard that familiar voice, you already knew you had found him, you thought you would never find him again

"You're still the same heartthrob you've always been"

– You and Alastor laughed together while everyone in the hotel looked confused, where did you know him from?

– Husk also recognized you, how could he forget the girl who was always cheering everyone up at the jazz, he was a little disappointed that you were in a place like that

"So you and Alastor know each other?"

– Charlie asked excitedly and you smiled slightly in response changing to a lower tone, you seemed a little shy when talking to strangers

"We were best friends, Alastor is always full of secrets I bet he didn't told about me "

"You know how it is, dear, there are things that should be kept secret"

"Hunf, I don't know why y/n hangs out with someone like you"

"Oh Husk you look so cute, you seem grumpy as always"

– There seemed to be a slight tension between Husk and Alastor, Husk was your friend and also always a busybody in Alastor's eyes

"Wow, what a climate huh kitty, relax yall"

– Niffty practically jumped on you, she didn't know you well yet and she asked you a million questions

– You seemed to have adapted well at the hotel, Charlie was always talking to Vaggie about how much your personality changes with strangers

★ After a month...

– After a month you had already become familiar with everyone at the hotel and Alastor was slowly losing his composure

– Why was he anxious around you? You've known each other for so long, you didn't notice anything, in fact, you thought he was acting normal, Alastor knows how to hide his feelings very well

– He didn't know what strange feeling was that, that made him feel flustered while talking to you, so he decided to talk to someone who knew more about feelings than he did

– Rosie laughed so hard while Alastor explained that strange and "disgusting" feeling according to him, after all it left him vulnerable

"Well Alastor I might be wrong, but maybe what you feel for her is love, I never imagined that an ace like you would fall in love with someone"

– Okay, that blew Alastor's mind, maybe it was really true, since when he was alive he had this feeling for you

– So he and Rosie came up with a plan for him to confess to you, it had been years and he never said what he felt, he's the type to hide it until he forgets

– But this time it was different he never forgot that feeling

★ On the day of the confession ...

– Everything was already planned, Alastor wrote a very cliché romantic letter with the help of Rosie and left it on your bed

– I mean he is very charming and is very good at flirting, but when he is really interested it's different, he feels stupid doing that

– He was waiting for you at the place indicated in the letter, he prepared chocolate, roses, a romantic song on the radio and even put on an extravagant outfit

– Reading the letter you were surprised, you didn't expect that coming from Alastor so you got ready and went to the appointed place

– When we got there, it seemed to be a private place and everything there seemed to be meticulously planned

– And when you looked around there was Alastor, very well dressed and everything very well organized, as soon as he saw you he greeted you in his charming way

"Ma chérie I think we should discuss something important, that can no longer be postponed "

▐ Wow, I don't know if this was good, I just wrote what I thought would happen on a rare occasion like that lol

▐ I hope yall liked it, I racked my brain thinking about how Alastor would act if he were in love

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

- Read this before making a request kisses yall

[httpiastri]

JACKIE I AM UNWELL RN !!!

can we talk about how soft paul would be when he just wakes up?:(

imagine you wake up first and you go to the bathroom to wash your face and do all the things you need, a little distracted and lost in thought so you didn't realise when Paul got in ??!? his big arms around your waist:((( asking you why you're not in bed with him, his voice all sleepy and his curls all messy but so beautiful and he'd definitely start giving you lazy kisses on your neck and shoulder bc he wants all your attention and you're just there melting at every little thing he does 🫠

:(( paul :(((( you're out here doing god's work angie, loved this idea so much 😭

– paul is a heavy sleeper me thinks. i see him as someone who is pretty hard to wake up (he'll have to have several loud alarms in a row if he's sleeping alone just to make sure he actually does wake up lol), and who always dozes off again if there's a chance. he'll wake up, say just a few words but keep his eyes shut, and then fall asleep again, and you'll be wondering if he ever even woke up in the first place or if he just talked in his sleep 😭 thoughhh if he fell asleep next to you, and you're suddenly not there, then he'll subconsciously know that something is wrong and he'll wake up much quicker than usual

– oh and he's a cuddler in his sleep, 100%. if he's got you in his arms when you fall asleep, you won't be able to break free. if you go into bed after he's already fallen asleep, you'll still find yourself in his arms when you wake up. he loves to bury his face in your hair or in your skin. or if it's been a rough day/week or if he's just missed you a lot, you can expect to have him rest on top of you, head propped up on your chest as he holds one of your hands 🥺

– i think he might be a light snorer…. i just get that feeling? idk? not so much that it bothers you, but you just find it cute and coo over it :(

– overall, i think sleepy mornings with him would be so so cute. the softest, cutest and most pure version of him and he's all yours? you're so lucky 🫶

oh and i felt like writing just a little little blurb…… sorry not sorry 🤭

it's always hard to leave paul behind in bed, but not only because of his tight embrace around your body; it's almost painful to roll out of bed when the person you leave behind is him.

him and that sweet pout on his lips, the messy bed hair practically screaming at you to come brush your fingers through it, those rosy cheeks that you wish you could forever hold in your hands…

i'll be quick, you tell yourself, tiptoeing into the bathroom and quietly closing the door behind you. you hurry to brush your teeth, wash your face and do all of your other routines, but when you wipe the water off your face with a towel, you don't hear the door opening again. instead, the only sound that fills the room is your own squeal when you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

"paul!" you whine, dropping the towel and giving his forearm a smack. "christ, you really scared me!"

he only hums as a response, and it just frustrates you even more – but then, all of your anger disappears when you take in the sight in the mirror.

his chin is propped up on your shoulder, eyes shut and body bending down to meet your height. the feeling of his warm breath and bare chest against your skin sends a shiver down your spine, and the way he leans his head against yours makes you pout subconsciously.

"come back to bed," he mumbles, words slurred as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck.

"in just a minute," you lean forward slightly to grab a moisturizer out of your cabinet, the action triggering a groan to rumble from his chest. "i just have a few more things to do…"

he lets out a dismissive sound, shaking his head into your skin. "no, i want to go back now."

"you go back, then. i'll be right there." you twist off the lid off, taking some of the moisturizer onto your hands and massaging it into your skin. paul doesn't budge, though; he stays put, his hold around you tightening even further.

after a few seconds, his eyes slowly open and he lifts his head from you. the lack of contact immediately disappoints you, but just seconds later it's been replaced by his lips.

his kisses start behind your ear, slowly tracing down the side of you neck, not leaving even a single inch of skin unkissed. when he reaches your bare shoulder, his hands also begin to roam around your body and you can't help but squirm. "please, paul. that tickles," you say, doing your best to pretend like you don't love every second of it – but he can read you like the back of his hand. there's no way he'll stop now.

you leave your bottle without its lid on top of the sink, not caring anymore. he won.

"okay, oka–"

you don't even get to finish your word, because less than a second later, he's already pulled you back into bed and flopped down on top of you. "cuddle me, please?"

and how could you ever say no to him when he asks so nicely?

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Oh I love sandwiches

Barbie dolls: rosekiller x ftm!reader

Word:1.7k kinda

Summary: you're feeling dysphoric and don't want to leave the house so Evan and Barty toss out their plans to love on you

Warning: lots of dysphoria, hypothetical misunderstanding, mentioned that you have tits mostly as a joke but it's Abt chest dysphoria so yk, sex jokes, it's Barty and Evan what were you expecting, slight mentions of past bartylus and slight mention of you hypotheticaly banging James, you blow off regulus kinda but he's understanding it's not written that he is but just trust me, you guys cuddle, evan is shirtless for a second, thats pretty much it I think

A few weeks ago, Regulus invited you and your two boyfriends over for a housewarming dinner. He and James recently moved into a new house, and now that they were settled, they wanted all their friends to see the new dwelling. You weren’t even sure how all those people would fit at the dining table, but you believed in Regulus.

And a few weeks ago you were excited. You wanted to see the new house and imagine where they would put all of Regulus’ books. You needed to see their kitchen. As of right now, you didn’t want to be anywhere near another human at all.

You knew it was the dysphoria making you feel like your chest was big enough to convince everyone who glanced at you that you were a woman. You needed to go to this dinner to support your friends. But the longer you looked in the mirror the more you wanted to go out into the backyard, dig a hole, and live inside forever.

Should you have just told your boyfriends? Yes, most definitely. But you were nothing if not a horrific communicator. So instead, as any mature person would do, you hid in the back of your closet. Evan’s winter coats were hanging in front of your face. It was calming to smell Evan and sit in the dark silence. You ignored the thought of having to do laundry later as you wiped your nose on the sleeve of your jacket.

“Rosie, do you remember where you hid our lovely boyfriend?” You heard Barty’s muffled yell from the living room. You sniffled trying to stay quiet so they didn’t find your hiding spot.

“Oh yes, I put him in the silverware drawer next to the spoons,” Evan yelled back sarcastically. You stifled your snort at Evan’s comment. You heard the silverware drawer slam back into the counter.

“Not there.” You winced at Evan’s groan. You waited patiently as Evan and Barty settled into silence. A few minutes passed in silence before the closet door slid open. Barty sighed when he saw you, squatting down to get at eye level with you. Evan stood over him, staring down at you.

“Hello, darling. Why are we hiding in the closet? You came out years ago.” You ignored Barty’s bad joke, looking at the wall instead. Evan must’ve found it bad, too, because Barty let out a loud groan in pain. You glanced at him to see him rubbing the back of his head.

“I can’t go.” You muttered. You heard Barty scoff.

“Oh is that all?” You threw a discarded button across the closet floor. Evan patted Barty’s shoulder.

“Why not?” Evan asked, trying to push the closet door open more. You rested your head against the wall.

“I’m sick.” You whispered. Barty hummed.

“You don’t seem sick to me.” He said, earning another disapproving sound from Evan. You faked two coughs. Barty and Evan hummed.

“Aha,” Evan said. “See he is sick.” Barty nodded. You pressed your lips together, pretending you didn’t hear their strong sarcasm.

“Come on, baby. Why are you really hiding in the closet?” Evan asked.

“is it Evan’s ugly shirt?” Barty asked, pointing his thumb back at his other boyfriend. Evan scoffed and ran his hands down the front of his shirt. Evan moved back to look in the mirror.

“What’s wrong with my shirt?” Evan asked with a sad tone. Barty snorted while you sniffled. You picked at the peeling paint on the wall.

“‘s nice.” You muttered. You just wanted to fall asleep right where you were. Evan and Barty could go and say you came down with the flu.

“Okay, so it’s not your hideous button-down; what is it? could you possibly give us a hint?” Barty said. Evan joined you two at the closet again, only now you noticed him eyeing the shirts that were hung up. You sighed, tugging at the fabric of Evan’s winter coat. You yanked it down, letting the hanger clack around on the rack. You pulled it over your body like a blanket, pulling the coat up to your nose. You took in a deep breath. The smell of your laundry detergent and a hint of Evan’s cologne washed over you.

“I don’t like my body right now.” Your voice was muffled by the fabric of Evan’s coat. Evan hummed.

“Right, well did you have to manhandle my coat to tell us that?” Evan asked, glancing up at the wooden hanger still swinging. Barty sighed, looking back at Evan.

“Yes.” You whispered, but you doubt anyone heard it because Evan and Barty started quietly bickering.

“Rosie, have you heard of a little sensitivity and sympathy? You’re being a bit mean to our amazing boyfriend here who’s having a bit of a rough day.” Barty whispered back at Evan.

“I’m just being a little humorous. Is humor not allowed when people are upset?” Evan said, swinging his hand in the air. Barty pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Not at-look how upset you’re making him. He’s crying into your coat, missing the Evan you once were. The Evan with a little sympathy.” Barty said. He pointed at you. Evan glanced at you before looking at Barty, disappointed.

“I’m crying because I have tits you dickheads.” You muttered. Barty and Evan’s heads snapped towards you.

“Right, sorry, love,” Barty muttered. Evan tilted his head to the side.

“Would you like to try a different outfit? Or we could drive you over there in a blindfold?” Evan offered. You shook your head.

“I just want to stay home, you guys should go through.” Barty clicked his tongue. You looked away from the wall to look at him.

“You know, Fuck Regulus-“ Barty started.

“You already did that.” Evan pointed out.

“-We just won’t go. Who says we need to be there in person to support him? We’ll set up a new dinner, and tell Regulus something came up.” Barty said, standing up and dusting his hands off. Evan hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not a horrific idea. What do you think?” Evan asked, looking down at you. You shrugged.

“I don’t want you to miss out on hanging out with all your friends.” You said, picking at a loose string on Evan’s winter coat. Evan cooed, making you pull the coat further up your face to hide your embarrassment. Barty’s hands found the bottom of the coat, lightly tugging the coat away from your face.

“We won’t, we see them all the time. We just won’t go to dinner with them, no biggie.” Barty knocked your cheek with his knuckle, making your lips tip up just slightly.

“Not to mention, I don’t like Regulus’ cooking so this is favorable.” Evan started reaching for his shirt buttons. He nimblly unbuttoned them all, untucking his shirt from his pants, and tossed it over his shoulder all in a couple of seconds. It appears undressing you and Barty was great practice for him.

“Okay?” Barty asked, drawing your attention away from Shirtless Evan. You stared into his eyes, trying to see if he was just lying in your favor. He gave you a small smile that eased your nerves.

“Okay.” You whispered into the woven fabric of Evan’s coat. Barty quickly stood, holding his hand out to you. You took it, letting him help you stand up.

“Rosie, would you mind calling Regulus?” Barty asked. Evan nodded before leaving the room to inform Regulus that they couldn’t make it. “What will make you feel better? Cuddles? Snacks? Money?” Barty asked, lightly massaging the inside of your arm. You hummed, thinking through your options. You tilted your head from side to side deciding which one you wanted more.

“cuddles?” Barty nodded. He pointed to the nearby bed and the door that led to the living room. You pointed at the bed. Bary nodded again, before turning around to face the bed. He jumped to the bed landing face first into the mattress. You snorted before joining him on the bed, granted with a little more grace and charm. He quickly pulled you into his arms, tightly wrapping you up. You hummed at his excessively tight squeezes.

You heard Evan gasp at the doorway. You pulled your chin over Barty’s shoulder to see him, smacking Barty’s legs with his “ugly” shirt.

“No shoes on the bed,” Evan said, punctioning it with another smack. You glanced down at Barty’s feet to see he was indeed wearing his dress shoes on the bed. Barty groaned before kicking them off. Evan sighed and pinched his nose bridge before deciding it wasn’t worth the fight. He joined you and Barty on the bed, announcing that he was taking his shoes off beforehand. Evan lay on the other side of you, effectively squishing you between the two of them. He rubbed his nose against your cheek, giving you a light nuzzle before pecking you. He trailed his kiss back to just in front of your ear.

“Sometimes your brain is just mean to you, it doesn’t mean you’re any less of a man. You’re lovely, and so handsome you don’t even understand. Just got a contrarian for a brain, that’s all.” You hummed, nuzzling your face back against his. Barty agreed, pinching your side. You jerked, giving him a reprimanding flick on the nose.

“You’re the manliest man I’ve ever known. You top James and he eats woodchips for breakfast.” Barty jested, nodding his head like he was speaking fact. Evan snotted next to your ear.

“I hope he’s not topping James without us watching,” Evan whispered, earning a scoff from you and a loud, boisterous laugh from Barty. You shook your head at them both, hating that they were making you smile with their bad jokes.

“You’re the dudest dude ever, I love sucking your dick,” Barty said, staring into your eyes like he was telling you the ending lines of a rom-com. You sighed before tipping your head up and smacking a kiss on his lips. Barty tugged you closer by the front of your shirt. You nipped at his bottom lip. Not that kind of night, and pulled back. You twisted in an awkward position to peck Evan, too. You settled back into your cuddling position. You pulled Evan’s hand closer to your chest, pressing it against your heart. Evan lightly kissed your shoulder. Barty threw one arm over your side, caressing Evan’s bicep. You three fell asleep like that, intertwined and reassuring with your friends somewhere on the other side of town, eating Regulus’ questionable food.

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PUMPKIN SPICE & EVERYTHING NICE

s. jaeyun x reader

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love, rosie au...-esque! original request here

light streams through the shutters, evening sun warming your room in a slow, steady drawl of golden hour. jake lays on the side of your twin bed, crammed alongside you as he balances precariously near the edge of the mattress.

it smells like you—the pillow, the blanket, the room. all warm and familiar and so full of home he just wants to close his eyes and fall asleep like when you were kids. the scent of cinnamon drifts into the room, and jake knows your mom is probably making her pumpkin spice cookies downstairs, the way she always does when the weather starts getting chilly. jake wonders if he can steal a freshly baked one before he goes home tonight, just like he used to.

but he supposes it's not like how it was before. maybe it can never be the same.

"i broke up with minju."

the word strikes a fracture in the air, your body stiffening slightly beside his before you relax, voice taking on a casual lilt he can tell is masking something beneath. “oh, really? why?”

"it just..." jake pauses. "didn't work."

"oh." short, concise, maybe a little hurt. and then, timidly, "sorry to hear that."

he shakes his head, pillow rustling. "don't be. not your fault."

"you just really seemed to like her a lot."

he shrugs, biting back his words. "yeah."

"you know," you start, almost timidly. "i almost thought you hated me, or something."

"what?" jake's head turns to you on instinct, swift motion that leads his nose to almost brush against yours. his breath hitches, a split second of smelling the leftover peppermint on your breath, before he turns back again, ironing out his cracking voice. "what makes you say that?"

"i don't know, you just..." you trail off. "we just stopped hanging out. like you were avoiding me."

you try to make it lighthearted, but the hurt peeks through enough for the pang in jake's chest to shoot into his throat. he swallows hard, eyes pinned on the leftover glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck on the ceiling.

“that’s not…” jake manages, but the rest of words lump up and lodge in his throat. he can’t lie to you. “it’s complicated.”

a pause. "is it?"

he hesitates, blinking. the peppermint still lingers. "yeah."

jake hopes you'll just leave it at that and not press him further, because if he were being honest then he'd say yes, he has been avoiding you. that's the partial truth, at least.

the whole truth is that he can't look at you the same after the night of your 18th birthday, not after you had three tequila shots too many and blacked out for the rest of the night. not after he can still taste the feeling of your lips on his, even months since that night has passed.

jake likes you—he's admitted that to himself for a while now. in fact, he may even be in love with you, but that seems way too big and scary of a concept for a guy his age to even wrap his head around. at the very least, like or not, in love or not, jake knows he loves you. he has for as long as he can remember, as his twin flame, as his best friend, as just who you are wholly, as a person.

but he knows you best, which means that there's no way in hell he can tell you that he started dating minju to distract himself from a kiss you don't even remember and feelings he's fairly sure you don't even return. jake can't even tell you that minju is the one that dumped him, because the truth would come tumbling out that the reason she did was because she was sick and tired of him never being able to shut up about you.

(when minju broke it off, she said she was setting him free. "untethered to follow his heart," or whatever that means. she probably thought she was doing a good deed, considering the wise look she gave him when she left his house, but it really just set him back to square one. without anyone stopping him, jake would always find himself coming back to you.)

it's not like he's proud of his bout of ghosting, but at the time, it was the only thing he felt like he could do to get his newfound feelings under control. he's better at it now, more practiced. jake is happy to shove his feelings underneath the rug and continue like everything is normal if it means things will continue like they always have been.

it's fine. it'll all be fine. as long as he doesn't lose you, it'll all be okay.

jake peers to his side, catching a glimpse of your face. brows scrunched, lips set in a slight frown, body slightly turned away from him. his fault, admittedly. jake pushes aside the slight guilt and pokes your side, watching you squirm and yelp.

the best solution to avoidance is distraction—jake's tried and true method.

"do you think your mom will let us have a cookie before dinner?"

you drag yourself up, hair mussed from the pillow as you look down at him. "when has she ever?"

sunlight tinges your hair warm, the dust particles floating between the streams of light through the window. there's a pillow mark on your face that draws the corners of his lips up before he can stop himself.

tried and true, jake repeats to himself. tried and true.

"how long do you think it'll take her to notice two are missing?"

you hum, tilting your head. "only one way to find out."

he grins, sitting up beside you. "then let's find out."

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tags: ghost!gojo x f!reader, post manga, alternative au where the worst but not the worst happens, reader has a slight fear of cats, reader is an art therapist for satoru's nephew, loosley inspired by "would that I" by hozier <3 a/n: this is untitled, but if people like it, I'd love to write another piece. I've had this idea for several weeks now, so I'm glad to have written something out of it. this piece is just self-indulgent and it feels like a prologue to something if that makes sense. part 2

You don't think you've ever known peace like this, the cool fall breeze causing your hair to gently brush over your shoulders while the leaves rustle, from a distance, the wind chimes ring with no rush, no sense of time seemingly passes in the air.

"you should probably head inside Hotaru, it's cold," you sweetly tell the five-year-old in front of you, adjusting his hat so that his ears are covered from the breeze. it was nearly 6, dinnertime, and your tutoring hours with the gojo clan member were now over.

his nanny watches you from the distance as she holds the door, opening it slightly so that the boy knows his time with you is over, but you can't help but to feel thankful she has given you an extra moment with the boy.

"why don't wanna eat with us?" he asks, and the pout on his lips is nearly enough to break your heart.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," you cup his cheek, "but only your family gets to eat dinner. I have my own home to get to too, but I promise when I come back we can have that picnic I promised you, yes?"

"only if you promise to bring your teddy with mine," he sniffles, and you want to smile at his negotiation skills, but the sniffles he makes reminds you once again how sensitive the boy was to the cold.

"alright, fine," you give him a warm smile, ushering him to walk towards the door that stands several feet away. "go, your nanny is waiting for you." and he nods, a small smile planted on his lips before his lips touch your cheek, his rosy, red nose coldly touches your cheek, prompting you to smile.

"bye bye, miss honey," he says, a name he's grown fond of calling you.

"bye bye, sunshine." a name you've warmed to call the child.

the boy then hurries off to his nanny, he excitedly pulls a leaf from the inside of his sweater, and you smile, remembering how you told him it was possible to trace a leaf (just like his hand in the shape of a turkey), and with excitement, the boy disappears into the house, following his nanny.

no more than 3 minutes pass before the woman, whom you guess is in her early 50's, approaches you. her grey hairs begin to reach the tips of her ears, and the wrinkles around her eyes adjust as she smiles, carrying a mug. you wonder if you'll be lucky to have wrinkles like that one day.

"he seemed excited," she muses, sitting next to you, handing you the mug.

"thank you,''

"he says you taught him how to draw a turkey using his hand. I've never seen a boy that excited since-"

"...since?" you politley whisper, catching her pause.

"nevermind," she smiles at you. "he just reminds me of a boy I used to babysit years ago, his uncle."

"oh,"

she nods, "you're welcome to stay here for the night if you'd like. I hear it might rain,"

"it's only a 50% chance, so I think I'll be fine." you chuckle nervously, "but thank you. can I... can I stay here? just for a few more minutes?"

hotaru's nanny looks beyond the garden, a nearby tree that you would always read under with hotaru tucked to your side makes her smile weakly. "of course, she says, take your time. let me know if you'll be staying with us for the night, it's never too late if you do." and in a moment, she gracefully bids you goodbye before heading in, leaving you alone in the garden.

you sigh, taking in a sip of the warm chamomile tea she brought you. the gojo clan was always a mystery to you, but working here for nearly 5 months definitely confirmed that the gojo's were always hiding something. it was just that you weren't a curse user, just a girl with above average matrilineal intuition.

there was always something special about hotaru, you realized instantly after meeting him that he carried a certain 'aura' to him. you tried to justify if with the fact that his family concealed his exposure to the world, but when hotaru would murmur soft words as he colored, or drew a picture of a man with white hair holding his hand (both smiling), you asked him who is that?

's my uncle, the boy told you, he comes visit me when no one's around.

there. that seemed to be the missing piece all along. not the fact that hotaru's mother was too sick to see her son, or the fact that his dad was always out for meetings, it was that the boy was connected to a family member that long passed.

so you let it go, not making a big deal out of it even though your brain itched to know more. does he see him? what does he tell him? is he safe? you wondered to yourself that day, but you would later find out that yes, he does see him and yes, he is safe. the boy does as much to tell you nearly everything he knows, and for that you are grateful to have his trust.

"my uncle says I should play with other kids, instead," he tells you one day, "papa says no, but I tell (uncle) that I have you,"

"oh, and what does he say?"

"nothing," the boy answers simply.

"does he... what does he think of me?"

"he just says to do a good job around you. says coloring is fun,''

you hum, nodding in thought. for the last month, hotaru was slightly more distracted. although he was doing a tremendous job in your art sessions, as his art therapist you couldn't help but wonder if his occasional absent mindedness had anything to do with the presence of his uncle.

but tonight, everything felt different.

"I can feel you're around," you say, loud enough for the trees to hear, but quiet enough to not cause any commotion. "you've been watching us for some time, and I know it." setting your cup of tea down, you focus your gaze on the tree, as if something were there. but that didn't feel quite right. something in the energy was not quite right.

to your left, you suddenly jump from your seat as a white cat passes by your feet, and you nearly shriek, startled. you weren't exactly fond of cats, but you didn't despise them. if you could always avoid them, you would, but being around them slightly made you self-conscious as you were scratched by one when you were younger, forming a mistrust around them.

with a slight huff and nod to yourself, you call it a night, standing up and leaving behind the mug of tea. from a distance, satoru watches as you make your way past the gates of the garden and he half snickers, half watches you in interest before the white cat slowly circles him. "aw, you scared her, didn't you mochi?"

the cat meows lazily, moments before yawning and taking a seat next to satoru who watches you from the same tree he also sat in when you read to hotaru.

[bellarkeselection]

This is because I Love You

Request from @sessa23 Klaus Mikealson x reader where the reader is in a relationship (or at least very very close friend) and to protect them from an enemy. Klaus compels the reader to leave mystic falls (or new Orleans) to go to another city where he has compelled and to forget about him and his family until he says otherwise.

@rosie-posie08 @colbysbrocks

Entering the witches attic I eyed Davina who I had become friends with very easily when I decided to move to New Orleans from Mystic Falls. She got to her feet talking my hands in hers. "Are you sure you want me to do this Y/n. I think it might be more painful than you think."

"I keep having this strange feeling like I should know someone. But I can’t picture whoever it was. I have to know who I think I am supposed to know, Davina. So do it.” I begged the witch sitting down on the bed waiting for her to start doing the spell. She raised her hand causing some pain to shoot through my head instantly.

Klaus and I stomped through the house both angry at each other. He halted in his tracks standing in front of the burning fireplace growling at me. “You shouldn’t have followed me out there tonight. My mother nearly killed you and she would have if I wasn’t as quick as I was.”

“I don’t want to be a damsel in distress or the girl who waits for the guy to get home, Nik. You can’t expect me to do nothing when I am falling in love with you all the while you’re mother wants to kill you. I’m choosing you and so accept that I will be lopped into all your crazy family drama regardless that I am human!” Throwing my hands away from my sides I begin to cry not ever intending on telling him I love him like this.

He vamped up to me grabbing my face in his hands sniffing through tears that was a rare thing to see from him. He would only show me his weak side otherwise to the world he was heartless. “Y/n, I can’t be forced to watch you almost die again. You are the one good and innocent thing in my life. That is so precious that I wish to tear anything a part that makes you upset. And whatever brightens your smile I want to make be possible forever. Which is why you can’t stay here, not until it’s safe…you will leave Mystic Falls and-“

“Are you seriously compelling me right now. You promised that you would never try and do that. Don't make me forget you after I just admitted I love you!" Hitting my hands against his chest he managed to snag my wrists keeping me in place.

He rested his forehead against mine sniffing through tears himself. "I know and I'm sorry. There are too many enemies of mine lurking around. I cannot afford nor will I lose you to one of them..." He held my chin in a firm but gentle grip compelling me again. "Forget me and do not remember my name until I tell you to do so."

Lowering my hands from my head I began sobbing but not from the pain that was caused anymore. Davina came over to me resting a hand on my shoulder. "Are you alright. I didn't want to hurt you too bad."

"No D I'm...I'm okay." I replied back.

Someone bursts into the church from downstairs where we both went down as quickly as possible. Standing in front of my witch friend I gasped seeing a familiar set of blue eyes and dirty blonde hair with his nostrils flared as he vamped up to us. "Get out of my way girl. I have business with the witch who is holding my brother hostage!"

"I know you....Klaus Mikaelson right?" Tilting my head it all came flowing back to me meaning that her spell had worked. "Nik."

He blinked his eyes stepping closer to me but I didn't lower my arms still protecting Davina. "Y/n, how did you break my compulsion?"

"That's your first words to me after all this time. Not I'm sorry or this is the reason I did it. God, your just concerned with as to why I found someone who might be more powerful then you. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't remember you for a while. Good bye, Niklaus. Come on Davina let's leave." I began to drag the girl up the stairs until she screamed and I was gently pushed into the wall.

Klaus had his hands on either side of my head trapping me between him and the wall hearing my heart skip a beat a few times. "I did it because I love you!"

"Wait really...then why do anything to me at all. If you care then why not tell me the night I told you instead of pushing me away?" I croaked out through some tears before meeting his gaze seeing him was crying too.

"Because I need people to run at the sound of my name. I need them to fear me, Y/n. I have a thousand enemies and there may come a day when they come after the things I hold dear to my heart. I didn't want to hurt you and I have an eternity to make up for what I did. If you'll take me back. Become my Queen and rule the Quarter with me. I promise to never hurt you like I did ever again. All of this is because I love you."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I don't know what came over me jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He wrapped his arms around my waist watching my next movements until our lips met in the middle. He deepened the kiss pressing my back against the wall. Lifting my fingers through his curls I tugged on a few hearing him moan. He removed my lips from his burying his face in the crook of my neck trailing kisses. "Ohhh Nik!"

"Uh so you two are together again I take it?" Davina asked causing us to break away from each other.

He lowered my feet back onto the ground for a split second. "Yes, Harvest girl. Bur I'll be back for Elijah in a few hours."

"Nik! What are we doing?" I squealed wrapping my arms around his neck with him picking me up bridal style vamping me back until we were in his house and my back hit the bed seeing him smirking above me already shirtless.

He moved his hands down ripping my shirt in half crashing his lips onto mine hungerly. "Making up for lost time. I will never force you away again. You are my everything."

"I don't want to lose anymore time either. So after this night I want you to turn me." I declared holding his face in my hands with him running his fingers through my hair.

Ditching the rest of our clothes in the process I gasped out a moan when he pressed his lips down onto mine again. "Anything you want you shall have. For you Y/n are my queen and the keeper of my heart." Wrapping my arms around his neck the kiss instantly became heated and it remained that way for all eternity.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[writesology]

felt like writing ridoace in Situations again after all that time on the whump side of tumblr so :3 little tiny sequel of the riddle in freezer fic

The sight of his husband bundled up in every single blanket they own shouldn't be this funny of a sight, especially considering what he's been through, but...

He looks like a little strawberry, and Ace cracks a smile as he sets the steaming cup of tea down on the table.

"Got you more tea, rosie." Ace sits next to him and brushes the blankets aside, resting a hand against Riddle's forehead (and trying not to be concerned when it's a lot colder than he expected). "Doing okay in there?"

The redhead shudders as he leans into the touch with a quiet hum. "I think so. It would be better if any of these blankets actually helped... I s-still can't stop shaking."

"Yeah, guess being locked up in a fridge for so long will do that to you. Want me to come in?"

"Please." Riddle immediately latches onto him when he pulls all the blankets up and slides in, and Ace can't help but laugh. "D-don't make fun of me, Ace, it really is cold!"

"Really? Even under all this?"

Riddle averts his gaze as he falls silent, and Ace suddenly realizes he's hit a sore spot; but the redhead speaks again before he can apologize. "I don't know. I shouldn't be, n-not after everything you've done, but I can still feel the ice in my veins, and my hands are all numb— there has to be s-something wrong with me."

Ace wraps his arms around Riddle as another full-body shiver runs through him. "Nothing's wrong with you, rosebud. I'm sure you're just getting used to not freezing again. It's only been, what, a few hours? You'll feel better soon." The redhead buries his face into Ace's chest in lieu of a response, and he sighs fondly, letting his arms fall back to the couch. "So you want that tea, or you want me holding your hands so they're not cold?"

Riddle doesn't say a word, but a few moments later, slender fingers slowly worm their way into his hoodie sleeves, and Ace chuckles as he gently holds them in his own. "Guess I got my answer then. If you want me to let go, just say the word, 'kay?"

"Mhm. You're really warm, love..."

"Yeah, I probably am to you, huh? You're practically vibrating, you're shaking so much." Ace gently kisses the crown of Riddle's head with a smile. "You sure you don't want anything to drink though? It'd probably do wonders for the chills."

"Is it-"

"Milk tea with a crazy amount of honey? Sure is."

Despite his insistence on staying entirely within the blankets, Riddle tilts his head up and pouts. "I will have you know that I add a normal amount of honey, thank you very much."

"Whatever you say, rosebud. That's why we definitely don't have all that honey stocked in the cupboards just for you." A tilt of his head sends the teacup floating towards them, and it stops right in front of Riddle's face. "There you are. Open up, Riddle!"

"I'm n-not a child, Ace. I can drink it myself."

"Bold words for someone whose hands are still freezing." Ace grins at Riddle's indignant splutter, but his feeling of triumph is quickly replaced with alarm when the redhead breaks into a coughing fit. "C'mon, we'll cuddle after this, okay? Just drink? For me?"

At first, Riddle glares at him, but as his gaze drifts to the steaming cup of tea, he softens and finally relents, tentatively taking a sip from the floating cup. Once he does, the redhead sighs in relief, letting go of Ace's hands in favor of the teacup instead, and Ace lets himself relax as he threads his fingers through his husband's hair.

"Someone's happy! You feeling warmer now, I'm guessing?"

Riddle blinks mid-sip, staring at him with wide eyes before smiling mischievously. "If I say no, will you stay here longer?"

Ace's eyes widen with surprise, but he barks out a laugh as he hugs Riddle as tight as he can. "Joke's on you, rosebud! I always planned on staying."

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hello! I hope you’re doing well! This is for your redacted match-up game since I thought it looked fun to do :)

(I also wanted to mention that it’s really fun seeing what songs you pick for the match-ups and has introduced me to some new favorites)(No pressure to do this quickly ofc <3)

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? A totally basic song, but I’ve resparked my obsession with Taylor Swift’s song “Wildest Dreams”. I love the lyrics “Staring at the sunset, babe / Red lips and rosy cheeks / Say you'll see me again / Even if it's just in your wildest dreams”. The whole song is very, like, yearning and honestly does remind me of a vibrant sunset just before it softens into a pink and yellow glow. And I like the “wildest dreams” lyric because I daydream a lot. Not to mention, I enjoy the music video for it.

What is your Enneagram type? Type 9w1

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? I like watching long videos in general. Sometimes it’s just gameplay, sometimes it’s social commentary, sometimes it’s ghost hunting videos, sometimes it’s something that randomly popped up in my for you page and looked interesting. The most recent one I watched was “Exploring the Secret Lesbian World of Interwar Paris” by Kaz Rowe.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. I didn’t really have one, but I pretended to have an imaginary “boyfriend”. People at my elementary school were obsessed with dating for some reason even though we were, like, 8 and so that’s the main reason why I said it was a bf. (It’s also funny bcuz now I’m listening to imaginary boyfriends).

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? If I’m too awake from an exciting/busy day I’ll watch youtube videos to calm down. I sleep with my childhood stuffed animal. I feel bad if I don’t and hugging it makes me feel better. I also usually sleep with a night light because I hate not being able to see things if I wake up in the middle of the night. 

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) Well, I like the name “Meri”. But if I actually had to change my name, I’d probably just switch my middle name and first name with each other, since I like them well enough.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? I really like David’s “Watching a Scary Movie With Your Alpha Werewolf” audio. I love his laughs so much (I could  s q u e a l  into a pillow)! It’s also really calming in the sense that it’s relaxing in a fun way (just chilling and watching a movie), so I go back to it a lot.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) Ollie. He’s really sweet and I don’t hate him at all, but I can only watch two of his audios in a row before wanting to change to something else. 

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. Oh! I have one for each of these: If it’s a book, then “The Princess and the Fangirl” by Ashley Poston. If it’s a TV show, then “Gravity Falls” (I watch it as a summer solstice tradition). And if it’s a movie, then “Miss Congeniality (2000)” (I love those 90s/2000s romance and comedy movies). 

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? I totally get the romantic appeal of Sam, but I would like him as a friend because he’s very down-to-earth, caring and I like his vibes. (I'd also include Caelum, I DON'T want to date him at all, but he's a cute little guy that makes me smile a lot).

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) I don’t think I ramble about anything. I’m pretty quiet when I’m tired. Although, sometimes I do get “slap happy” and find a lot of things hilarious before I eventually get to the exhausted point of ‘no-talking’.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. KitKats and Coca-Cola (slushie or the actual drink)!!

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. One of my private playlists that’s a mix of 2010s EDM and pop, 90s and 2000s rock, alternative music and country songs.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? Listening to Redacted Audio is the biggest, and also reading/writing fanfiction. It’s embarrassing to talk to any of my IRL friends or family about it even though I’m fully supportive and excited about discussing all of those things, it's just the weird reputation it carries.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! I’m introverted. I have two cats! (I didn't realize how many cat lovers were in this fandom). I believe that I’m biromantic and demisexual. Some things I like to do are: write, read, go camping with friends (I love hanging out, playing card games, swimming and eating campfire food), doing karaoke, and playing dress up in costumes/outfits I’ve collected over the years. Sometimes I’ll draw or paint but not as often. I often have dance parties or a good cry to de-stress (which are like two different vibes XD but it works). The video games I like to play are Minecraft, Stardew Valley, and The Sims. I like to take quizzes. I used to take Buzzfeed and Quotev quizzes a lot when I was younger, but now I mostly go on uquiz. (I like pressing buttons).

I also really like paleontology. I can watch ghost hunting videos (as stated before) BUT I cannot do horror movies. I’m assuming it’s because I get too involved with the movie, and ghost hunting does not have as high of stakes. I guess I would describe myself as someone that is pretty quiet until you get to know me. I tend to be very watchful and cautious when I’m out in public with friends or family (which probably comes from my ‘older sibling need’ to make sure that the younger ones don’t get kidnapped or hurt). I count myself as an early bird, since I wake up around 6-7am most days. My style is pretty casual, maybe sometimes dark academia inspired if I’m feeling stylish. And my main love languages are quality time and words of affirmation. (I hope all of that helps!)

Your entry gave me so much trouble in the most delightful way. You paint me a picture of someone so easy to get along with that it was hard for me to pick one redacted suitor over the other. In the end, looking at the charming ways you’d contrast one another, I like Asher for you best.

You’re a cat person; he’s a literal dog person. You’re an introvert; he’s an extrovert. You’re an older sibling, he’s a younger sibling. You’re a morning person; he’s sleeping in till noon if you let him. You’re a cozy gamer; he’s an FPS, COD kind of guy. Yet, you two get along so well. Type Nines are characterized by a desire for peace and quiet, typical of an older sibling, and Asher as the emotionally intelligent beta of the Shaw Pack would be able to provide that. One thing that particularly convinced me was your love languages in that Asher strikes me as one of the most verbally affectionate and forthcoming of the redacted men and would be best suited for your love of words of affirmation.

That’s not to say he doesn’t indulge your need for quality time either; he’s perfect for that. Asher loves your cats, and they love him (once they get used to his shifted form). He orders pizza and wings for your romcom movie nights, most of which he hasn’t seen yet but is super happy to watch them for the first time with you. He’s always down for a good karaoke sess, whether you asked for one or not. He picks up and gets good at Stardew Valley immediately, especially when he finds out y’all can work on the same farm and that he can craft you a wedding ring. (That is, when he’s not trying to get himself an NPC husband. He is down bad for all those men, but he has a soft spot for Shane, can’t tell you why.)

Song:

We're making out inside crashed cars/ We're sleeping through all our memories/ I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive (now I only waste my time dreaming of you)/ Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness/ 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence/ And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase/ Like I'll never be the same

If you love 90’s/00’s rock and alternative, and I’ve given you Asher, could I give you anything other than a Fall Out Boy song? Obviously not, especially this era and track of Fall Out Boy. There’s something about their older songs that capture young, first love in the best, most singable way. Also, the title is a reference to the romance classic movie, Casablanca, and that coincidence really cinched my choice.

Runner-ups:

Huxley would be a gorgeous partner and runner-up for an early bird who loves camping. He’s also one of my favorite picks for someone on the ace spectrum; he just gives that vibe. (I’m also an asexual who loves Huxley, so that may be my bias coming through.) David is also a runner-up, one who almost beat out Asher except for the fact Asher would be more outwardly affectionate off the bat and would like your cats more.

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[kiyosw]

I FIND MYSELF RUNNING HOME TO YOUR SWEET NOTHING.

WARNING/S: NONE

CHARACTER/S: SERVAL LANDAU

GN! READER

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who always jams out and screams taylors lyrics with you, at midnights just listening album through album, while enjoying each others company.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who dedicates taylors songs to you. Shes the type to think about you, her lover while listening to taylors song, while tweaking on a piece that has been brought by a person on her workshop earlier.

"Love, come here! Listen to this song on her Folklore album, Invisible String. It reminds me so much of you."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who hums "Sweet Nothing", and "Invisible String", to you, while slowly falling into a sweet, deep slumber.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who helps you collect the confettis after taylor's concert, after giggling at you for collecting confettis and teasing you, then joining you after laughing at you.

"WAIT, THERES MORE OVER THERE! Let's keep these confettis on some jar as a remembrance when we get home."

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who badly wants to go to taylor swifts' eras tour together with you, screaming cruel summer's bridge. (She's an international swftie HELP)

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who got sad after taylor played Haunted as a surprise song one on detroit because you two aren't on the concert.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who tries to learn chords and riffs from taylors song, while you just observe her so lovingly, chuckling lightly when serval gets slightly frustated when she messes up one chord.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who loves listening to taylor swift's music just as you do.

Serval Landau as a swiftie, who will introduce and make you listen to taylor with you, when you're not a swiftie.

"Darling, do listen to Cruel Summer on the Lover album. Trust me, you'll like– no scratch that, LOVE the bridge! Here, let me search and play it for you.."

1:27 AM. It was already late at night, yet a certain Landau was still working on a piece. Concentrating and dedicating her whole attention, sacrificing her good night's sleep just for the piece to be finally fixed.

"Agh... just why won't this piece slide into th-"

Her sentence was abruptly paused when her still heavy-eyed lover, you, suddenly scared her with a hug from her beyond.

"Hey, you still working on that piece..? It's already past midnight, you're still not sleepy my dear?"

"Mm... not really.. Hey, why don't you join me here downstairs? It's hard to keep my eye open here without you.."

A blush slowly crept on her lover's rosy cheeks from her sudden remark. A small smile suddenly visible on her partners lips, as an idea that will surely both of them enjoy pops out of their mind.

"Hm, since you're still busy trying to fix that.. why don't we listen to some songs? Maybe it can entertain us both, and can make you far away from sleepiness."

"Oh yeah, sure! Here, sit beside me. I'm lucky to have you come here downstairs, otherwise i'd be long passed out on the table." Her lover softly chuckles, while searching for the song sweet nothing. After the music slowly plays, the two lovers chat away the late night, just enjoying each others prescence.

[alchemania]

Love Comes, Slowly. (Death Comes Faster.)

(Or, Furina falls ill, and Wanderer is confronted with the fact he cares a lot more than he realized.)

(He's got a name in this drabble too lads yippee!! He and Furina are close enough now he feels comfortable letting her call him by a name :] oh yeah and uh. This was not intended as shippy, if you were wondering, just to get that out of the way. It's platonic.)

“..ina. Furina!”

The white haired girl blinked owlishly, startled to attention. “Huh? What?”

“This is the third time I've called you,” Tetsuya frowned, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you daydreaming?” Furina flushed in answer, scratching the back of her neck.

“I've just been a little out of it today,” she muttered. That much was an understatement. She'd awaken with a fogginess in her head and a heaviness in her stomach that just hadn't gone away, and everything seemed to be processing twice as slowly, leaving her behind as the world kept moving. Was it always this warm, too??? Furina felt like she was baking, even for a place as warm as Sumeru, something felt off-

“Hey!”

Wanderer's hands grabbing her face snapped her to attention, and Furina instinctively leaned into them a little, comforted by how cool they were. In contrast, his pupils dilated a little - humans were always very warm in contrast to him, but Furina felt especially hot. “Are you sick?”

"I don't know…. maybe…?”

Tetsuya's eyes flashed with something unreadable, and he quickly took his companion by the hand, fear gripping his chest as much as he would deny it was there. “Well, we need to get you medical attention, then.”

“I'll be fine-”

“I know you will,” he asserted, “because we are GOING to get you looked at.” His tone left no room for arguments, and Furina stared at him hollowly before weakly nodding. She didn't understand why he was so vehement all of a sudden, but she didn't have much energy to be stubborn.

“Mkay…”

Tetsuya began to lead her through the city then, and she let herself be pulled along, slipping in and out of awareness as voices around her rose and fell like the tides. Very soon however, it was a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other, and Furina wobbled to a stop, a hand to her temple. Wanderer turned to her then, frowning. “What's wrong?”

“Tired,” she mumbled, barely able to keep her eyes open. “Achy, too…”

“We'll be to the clinic soon, just - we're going to get you some help,” he replied, and if she were fully coherent she'd notice his voice was slightly strained from barely concealed worry. “Come on. You can lean on me if you need to.” He seemed so far away, despite the fact he was right there, and Furina's legs buckled, too weak to support their owner's weight anymore. She crumpled to the ground, and Tetsuya froze, unable to move for a moment. And then the spell was broken, and he knelt by her side, frantic. “Furina!? Hey!! HEY!! Furina!!” With shaky hands, he took her pulse, relief flooding him when it came through strong and consistent.

It might not stay that way for long, though. You've seen this before.

Pushing that thought away, Tetsuya carefully wrapped one arm around Furina's back to support her and then scooped her up princess style - she was so small, and he noticed her cheeks were quite rosy, beads of sweat all over her brow.

..the fever's getting worse.

He had to hurry. He had to hurry.

Tetsuya swears he's never flown so fast before, everything whizzing by in a blur (and if his vision blurred for reasons other than his swiftness, no one needed to know). The moment he touches the ground again, he's racing towards one of the nurses, chest too hot and too cold all at once. “My friend collapsed,” (and it's startling, how easy it is now to call her that) “Help her. Please.” Furina was gently taken from his arms, and he lingered like a shadow as she was carefully placed in one of the beds, a cool cloth laid on her brow. “She gonna be alright?” Wanderer ventured, and his voice was so so small, expression more akin to someone centuries ago; someone who hadn't yet seen the depth of all the world's sorrows. One of the nurses turned and nodded, in reassurance.

“Her illness was caught early on, so she should be just fine. It's good you noticed quickly. She should be back to normal in a few days with rest, but you can spend the night if you'd like-”

“Absolutely.” He was not going to leave. No way in hell. Settling into a chair nearby, he tried to calm the storm in his chest, closing his eyes to clear his thoughts. The hours flew by, and eventually Wanderer sat up and gently shook Furina, to rouse her. “It's time for you to take your medicine. Come on.” Furina didn't move, and suddenly, he couldn't breathe, chills gripping him.

Oh.

Oh, god. God, please, no. Not again. Please, not again. He couldn't do this again.

“Hey,” Tetsuya called again, shaking the girl harder. “If this is a joke, it's not funny. You need to get up. They said you were going to get better, so you have to.” He'd made it in time this time, he'd - as soon as he could, he'd brought her here… so there was no reason that -

Tetsuya took Furina's hand, and to his horror, it was cold (like his) and limp. Just like - no, no no. This wasn't happening this could NOT be happening it couldn't!! “You can't just - leave me like this,” he managed, tears flooding his eyes. But she had. She had, and he didn't even get to say goodbye, and he couldn't breathe, sobs choking him. This time, he understood that death was a constant, that it would come and claim all humans eventually but-

...that didn't make it hurt any less, as much as he'd tried to deny it.

“Furina, come on, you're one of the only friends I have I - please don't leave me behind. Please - I'll do anything just wake up; wake up!”

I couldn't save you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

He can't stop crying. He's sprung a leak and he can't fix it and everything hurts so badly and a nurse is taking his hand and pulling him away and turning his face into her chest so he won't look, and he can't stop crying and he's begging her to do something, anything, but she can't. She knows that, and he knows it, too.

Furina was gone, and he couldn't do anything. No one could.

Tetsuya jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, and gasped. Stars twinkled above, and he sat up after a split second of regaining his senses. It was a dream. It was just a dream. Then, Furina- getting up in a hurry, he raced to her side and shook her frantically, and to his immense relief, she stirred. Heterochromic eyes stared blankly at him, and she blinked sleepily. “Tetsuya…?? What - oogh!” He was squeezing her in a hug before she could process what was happening, tucking his head into her shoulder. “Oh….hey hey, it's okay,” Furina mumbled, patting his back weakly in reassurance. “M’just tired..why are you crying??”

“You're okay,” he barely managed, holding her like she'd disappear if he let go. “I had a dream and - no, it..it doesn't matter. It wasn't real. You're okay.” Wanderer's voice broke then, and he sobbed, relief overwhelming. “You can't leave me yet, okay? Not yet. Please. You're the best friend I ever had.”

“I'm going to get better, don't worry. They're taking good care of me here, and I'll be out in no time and - ….”

“What? What is it? What's wrong?”

“Nothing, just.. you said, I'm your friend-”

The young man froze, taken aback, and then eased up again, slowly nodding. “.. I did say that.”

“You mean it?”

“..Wouldn't say it if I didn't.”

Furina smiled, laying her head atop Wanderer's, and blue and white locks spilled into each other. “You're my friend too, yanno. Thank you for bringing me here when you did. I might be a lot worse off otherwise.”

“You don't have to thank me. I just - . . did what anybody would do.”

“Maybe, but I still want to thank you. Gotta make sure the people you love know they're appreciated.” Tetsuya stiffened at that, blinking rapidly. Oh god, she couldn't just - say things like that, he'd cry all over again and - he had to have misheard.

“You- …what?”

“You're my friend, and I love you,” Furina reasserted, and she said it so easily, like she was talking about the weather, like she was stating a fact of the world, and it shook him to his core.

“.. I - oh,” was all he could say, hot tears making their way down his face again. “Just. Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she nodded, and the tears fell faster. He loved her too, he realized - he wasn't quite sure the exact dimensions of it but he knew he cared for her as a friend would, wanted to stand by her side and defend her with everything he had. Still, it wasn't very easy to say that, so he hoped his actions spoke for themselves. She seemed to understand though, to his relief.

“..why?” Tetsuya finally ventured, because he did not understand. There were many things he did not understand, actually. What he did not expect was for her to answer his question with a question.

“Why not?”

“Why not? Because - …I mean, you've seen how I act.”

“Doesn't make you unlovable, yanno. You're prickly, yeah, but I mean. If love is conditional, it's not love at all. You care about me - the real me, and I care about you, flaws and all. And that's not gonna change. Okay?”

“...mm,” Wanderer managed, nodding once.

Just like that. Just because he was, he was cared for. Worldrocking, that.

They stayed like that for a long time, until one of the nurses came to take care of Furina, and soon after the girl fell asleep. Tetsuya watched how the nurse gently tucked her in and brushed her damp bangs out of her forehead, expression contemplative. Humans could be selfish, they could be deceptive, they could be cowardly - but they also cared about each other and they loved each other, too- and some of them had so, so much love to give, it was daunting. Here in one moment and gone the next but they loved so much and so deeply - and for a moment, he wondered if he could, too, love the world and everything in it or - most things. He didn't think so, but these days it did seem a little brighter than it had before. Maybe that was a sign he was changing, without realizing it.

He would think more about it later. For now, he simply held Furina's hand as she slept and leaned his head on the side of the bed, heart steady. They'd said she needed a few days to recuperate, and he would be here until then. She would be okay, she would be alright. There was nothing to fear anymore, and everything would be okay. He wasn't going to lose her - not for now, anyway.

..to love, and to be loved, was wonderful, he thought.

Maybe that was living.

..he could come to thrive in it.

[thefirstcourtesan]

My Favourite “Break Your Heart” Songs

I replied to a post of @jerzwriter ‘s about love songs and admitted that while I know a few, my writing taste leans towards songs about bittersweet or lost love. So I decided to make a list of my favorites. I’m sorry in advance.

1. I Would Have Loved You Anyway by Trisha Yearwood. This has been number one in my writing playlist for almost two decades now much to my husband’s chagrin. I think he could happily never heart it again 😂 but to me there is no better bittersweet song about love gone wrong. “… If I'da known the way that this would end/ If I'da read the last page first/ If I'da had the strength to walk away/ If I'da known how this would hurt/ … I would've loved you anyway”. There is just something so powerful about that. Not every love story lasts forever, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.

2. Dynasty by Miia. This song is my unofficial theme song for “Portia: A Roman Tragedy”. The idea of we could have had it all but then we didn’t. “Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake/ Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made/ Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up”. The first time I heard the song (in a fan video), I went “ohh, that’s the tragedyverse”, it just sums it all up for me.

3. What Might Have Been by Little Texas. I have always been haunted by the possibilities of “what might have been” and this song just sums it up in such a beautiful way. “We could sit and talk about this all night long/ And wonder why we didn't last/ Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know/ But we'll have to leave them in the past./ I try not to think about what might have been/ Cause that was then and we have taken diff'rent roads/ we can't go back again there's no use giving in/ And there's no way to know/ What might have been”. You can’t go back, you can’t ever know what could have been.

4. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. Of course this song is on the list. The lyrics, the haunted way she sings, the video of her signing it in 1997. This song is heartbreak perfection. “Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me/ I know I could have loved you/ But you would not let me”.

5. Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. This is just a beautiful song (and a great video). “Nothing lasts forever/ But this is getting good now/ He's so tall and handsome as hell/ He's so bad, but he does it so well/ And when we've had our very last kiss/ My last request is/ Say you'll remember me/ Standing in a nice dress/ Staring at the sunset, babe/ Red lips and rosy cheeks”.

6. Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter. I have loved this song since I was a teenager (and the “when 30 was old” line hits particularly hard at 40) and as I have grown the song’s impact on me has changed and now I really appreciate the bittersweet look back on first love and how that kind of love only comes along once. “There's nothing time hasn't touched/ Is it really him or the loss of my innocence?/ I've been missing so much”

7. Already Gone by Sleeping At Last (it is a Kelly Clarkson song, but the version I love is a cover). “Started with a perfect kiss/ Then we could feel the poison set in/ Perfect couldn't keep this love alive/ You know that I love you so/ Ilove you enough to let you go” but also “Remember all the things we wanted/ Now all our memories, they're haunted/ We were always meant to say goodbye”. This song just hits so hard and sums up the idea that some things are always meant to end (are you sensing a theme 😂?)

8. Didn’t We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston. Another one that I have played over and over until my husband never wants to hear it again. “Didn't we almost have it all/ When love was all we had worth giving?/ The ride with you was worth the fall my friend/ Loving you makes life worth living”.

9. Don’t Speak by No Doubt. Another one that goes back to teenage Misha. I think this one got me a few break-ups once upon a time. “Don't speak/ I know what you're thinkin'/ I don't need your reasons/ Don't tell me 'cause it hurts”.

10. Beautifully Unfiniished by Ella Henderson. “But maybe all that we are meant to be/ Is beautifully unfinished/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish you'd go away/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish that you would stay”. I love the pain of this song, the love and the hate, the idea that something is ending when you don’t want it to but you know it has too.

Narrowing it down to 10 was hard and there are lots of other regular songs on my writing playlist, but these are my favorites (although honourable mention to “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam). If you feel like writing some angst, I highly recommend putting on some of these songs. I definitely have a “type” when it comes to my favorite music, there is something about the end of a love story and looking back that really hits hard for me.

[ladymorghul]

I just saw those S2 leaks on Twitter and they're wild lmao, esp the Al*s part. I would've been willing to believe them honestly if they didn't include the thing about her killing Aegon on Maegor's order by changing her appearance…that alone would make her way too overpowered for a secondary character. That she may be much older is believable if there's magic involved.

Other than that I do tend to believe the part about her trying to seduce D*emon and maybe even sleeping with him because he'd be hallucinating Rh*enyra instead. There's also been confirmation that Emma was filming at the Harrenhal location and I think this gives some more credence to this rumor, which was also hinted in the book a bit. TB stans obviously believe Emma being there means D*emyra will take Harrenhal or will fight together in the Riverlands but I doubt it considering the audition tape which hinted at Daemon and his wife having a quarrel, with Al*s knowing it somehow (if the writers are going to involve Rh*enyra in some battle then Rook's Rest is the best option with Rhaenys sacrificing herself so she can escape).

Anyway, IMO whatever they're going to do with Al*s both sides will likely hate it: the blacks because of the D*emon thing as they would consider it cheating for some reason and the greens because the implications for her relationship with Aemond aren't so rosy and it won't be some tragic love story. Saw recently some greens coping by believing she was a spy for the greens the whole time and this is why Aemond spared her life, I mean if that's the case she was a shitty spy as she could've spied on D*emon when he occupied her castle and find out his plans before Aemond and Criston left King's Landing undefended. Ngl, this gives me "she's a powerful witch who can see the future yet she didn't see Aemond's death" vibes. I just can't see her as a green loyalist or a black one, if anything she's someone who's been doing her own thing the whole time: gaining power for herself. She has no reason to like any of the sides involved in this war, let alone fall in love with some psycho prince.

A thing I don't believe about those leaks however is Rh*eynra ordering B&C, it would be a departure from the book and I don't think the writers will be changing this about her character. This would only be believable if she orders the kidnapping of Jaehaerys but the whole thing goes wrong (or maybe because D*emon, without wife's knowledge, separately gave B&C the orders to kill and not to kidnap) and he gets killed. Also Corlys beating Aegon?? I don't know...Same for Blood beating Helaena. She didn't have any bruises in the photos we got from Spain, but maybe it was just a slap or he just didn't hit her face.

for alys, agree. i do not think she's on anyone's side but her own. imo interpretating her as a green loyalist is a big stretch, both book wise and from what rumours we he hear about the show. since she's a confusing character for many, i think that's why she's described for the show as "a healer with a secret". they just don't want to give very much away about where they'll take her character.

i do believe the leaks might be right about her age. while i do know that scenes read in audition don't have to be real scenes included in the show and sometimes are just written specifically for the audition, the whole "i'm not even a woman i'm an owl" or however the line went kind of gave me hints. honestly i don't remember the whole conversation but i do remember her taunting daemon which is why i also believe the leak that daemyra will be fighting a lot. at the end of the day even ryan said that the dark side of daemyra, or smth like that, will be further explored in s2 after the whole beef w the fans about daemon strangling rhaenyra.

however, as much as i want to see team black commit some crimes of their won so the people will temporarily leave my green mama and her kids alone, i also definitely do not believe rhaenyra will order b&c. i personally think luke's death isn't enough of a trigger for her to order something so heinous for jaehaerys of all the greens. i know there's the whole "he's the son of.." but i still don't think she's at that point in her journey so early. like you said, maybe if she didn't understand the deal she was striking, or giving a kidnapping order instead of murdering jaehaerys, but it's the part that makes me scratch my head the most. and the whole rhaenyra in king's landing doesn't make sense to me but idk i think the writers might want to give rhaenyra a more active role in the war altogether and not just on dragonback.

we shall see... those leaks might be partially true. we don't know. not until hotdleaks comes back from the war.

[agentark]

Tell me about your Detective(s)!!!

Their romances, bff, whether they are shy or bold?

(also. Gimme gimme some references. 🕵🏼)

I fear that you are about to start discovering that I am the most indecisive person on the planet and the fact that I ever made it past the very first decision in book 1 is a miracle itself

But thank you for asking!! because I also love to talk 😈

I currently have 3 detectives (kind of, two of them are *this* close to being sent back to my lil sandbox)

Rose (Rosie) Palmer:

Rose is my favorite and actually both my Nate/Mason detective (She was my first detective and I did Nate's route first, but when I started Mason's next I was like.............I don't want to make anyone new, I love her). In Nate's route, Mason is the bff and in Mason's, it's Nate lol I just love them too much. Despite being an only child, she's what I call the Big Sister Friend, because she'll "bully" you mercilessly then turn around and defend you within an inch of her life from anyone else who even thinks about hurting you. (as a big sister, I feel qualified to bestow this title upon her) Her top two professional skills are Science and Deduction. She's bold until someone (Mason) calls her bluff.

She's *mostly* the same in both routes, but somehow in Mason's, I never got a skill above 70 in book 2, so I assume that's why she kept getting the shit kicked out of her in book 3. She's definitely a people pleaser, "no I'm fine!" (screaming internally) type gal. So her relationship w/ Rebecca is like, right in the middle because she's like "yeah sure whatever" while clenching her teeth, just to avoid an argument. There's a lot of anger simmering just below the surface, but she doesn't want to take it out on anyone. And she's a lot like Adam in that she's going to (and wants to) be the decision maker, so when it all goes to hell, it's on her. She's going to worry about everyone else before herself and soon she is going to come apart at the seams. Overall, she has a strong sense of duty, cares a lot, and is funnier than me. Her true bestie is actually the legend, Vieno. I don't have any good visual references of her yet because frankly this is the first time I've ever let my detectives exist outside of my own head, but please accept this offering of a song from my wayhaven playlist (update: oops just kidding now they're real and viewable) Rose: "You First" by Paramore, "King" by Florence + The Machine Nate x Rose: "Midnight Rain" by Taylor Swift, "Can't Take My Eyes off You" by Frankie Valli Mason x Rosie: "Bleed Magic" by idkhow, "Work Song" by Hozier (bonus: "Cruel Summer" by Taylor Swift)

ok moving on

My Adam detective got an actual non-generic name 3 seconds ago, because like I said, indecisive🫠

Eleanor Drake

Eleanor is SO lonely and bitter, I want to hug her. She's a "rebellious youth" detective because she spent her teen years trying to do increasingly outlandish things, just trying to get her mom to notice her and maybe even have to come home. And now she's in love with Adam and playing the worst game of "He loves me, he loves me not" of all time. She's pretty by the book these days, her highest stats are combat and people, and she didn't encourage Tina or Verda to search for the truth, so she's LONELY lonely by book 3. Her bff is Felix!! She needs someone to lean on and brighten up this miserable existence I have crafted for her. Eleanor: "Motion Sickness" by Phoebe Bridgers, "Matilda" by Harry Styles Adam x Eleanor: "Dancing With Our Hands Tied" by Taylor Swift, "Heaven, Iowa" by Fall Out Boy

Barbara (Barbie) Cooper

This is my newest Felix detective (I had another but we were not vibing). She is sunshine personified and her name is Barbie because I created her the same day of the Barbie trailer drop. Her top skills are People and Deduction, she's so bright and enthusiastic that Adam constantly feels like wearing his sunglasses around her, yet they're also besties. She's very good at playing mediator when clashing opinions arise. She's the type to do things properly right up until someone she loves is in trouble, and then she'll break all the rules without thought. She has a good relationship with Rebecca, but I kinda want to start destroying it with every secret Rebecca reveals..... She's also a WIP that may need to be reworked idk Barbie: "Choreomania" by Florence + the Machine, "Last Hope" by Paramore Felix x Barbie: "Shinunoga E-Wa" by Fujii Kaze, "She's so High" by Tal Bachman

Thank you again for asking!! I feel strangely sweaty about finally sharing my detectives out loud lmao

[juststartandletthem]

02/16/2024 - I'm back.

The last time I was actively on Tumblr was 7 years ago. The last thing I posted ("reblogged") was on Nov. 25, 2016. I was 17 years old, a senior in high school. So much has happened since then.

Tumblr, to me, was a social media website that I would scroll through for hours, finding random aesthetic things to reblog. It would range from pretty pictures of flowers, nature, and beautiful places in the world to quotes from movies, tv shows, and books. I remember feeling like I was the wisest person in the world because I was absorbing so much knowledge and wisdom from scrolling through Tumblr. In other words, Tumblr was my shit.

Looking back, though, I also remember a part of me that found comfort in Tumblr. It was the space that helped me heal from my puppy dog love(s). I'm quite sad that I can't access my old account anymore (although the site is still up) because I want to read and see through the diary of my younger self. I know that there were parts of me that are stuck in the drafts, parts of me that are hidden between the vast sea of reblogged posts that I have up.

I want to access them and step into the shoes of my younger self.

Why? Because I want to reminise.

But why now? Because for the first time since my puppy dog love era, I am going through heartbreak again.

It's not that I wasn't involved with anyone since then. But I also know that I was not in love with them. Not even attached to them. Not even close to what I went through when I was a young teenager or just recently. I think there are parallels to what I experienced when I was younger to what I am experiencing now.

Maybe, I'll find wisdom from reading about what younger teenager me has thought about. Or, maybe, I'll just laugh about it and cringe.

But what I do know is that I want this space. I want to share my thoughts and things and life and everything that I am experiencing into this void.

I want to process and put it out there for someone to read - maybe a random stranger, or maybe me, an older version of me, 10 years down the line.

I don't know to what extent I will be using this platform. But I do know that right now, this is what I want. This is what I need.

Anyway, I am about to watch "One Day" on Netflix. They turned the novel and the movie into a series now. I remember I was also in my Tumblr era when I became so invested in that movie. For some reason, I have always been into story lines about two people who spend some time apart only for them to fall back inlove again. It's one of (if not my ultimate) favorite kind of trope. One Day, Love Rosie, and the Before Trilogy (Before Sunrise, Before Sunset, Before Midnight).

It's funny how we humans may grow up and change in a span for seven years. But it's also funny how there are parts of us that won't change.

Here's to finding comfort in this platform again. Here's to hoping this heals some part of myself.

[characternerdocs]

🎥 (Ramiel)

Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse’s life ||| @icybreaths

Pulling the sticky note off the door, she turned it over to see what was written on the other side.

Ramiel had half a mind to crumble the stupid note up and throw it away. But doing that would spoil the rues. She rubbed her finger over and over the back of the adhesive until it was worn out.

Then she stuck the note back on the window of the door, only for the small piece of paper to flutter to the floor.

Good. And if all goes well, Heath will find it there tomorrow morning, Ramiel thought, along with that vampire's ashes on the doorsteps.

She walked to the fridge to grab herself a beer. Cracking it open, Rai had to admit she was a little bummer she wouldn't be taking Emery out in a toe to toe fight. But she suppose that even if she wouldn't get to see what she could do in battle, at least that monster showed Ramiel what she could do in the bed.

Ramiel chuckled to herself. Probably how that bitch would have wanted it too.

"What's so funny?"

Ramiel choked on her beer.

"Heath?" she coughed "I didn't expect- thought you had a late shift at the dinner."

"Oh yeah about that." Heath blushed, his cheeks turning that soft rosy hue which always seemed to warm something central but deep within Ramiel.

"I got Donny to switch shifts with me, tonight."

"Why? Something special about this Tuesday night?" Rai mockingly chuckled.

"Well..." Heath started as he started to fidget with his fingers. Rai could tell he was nervous, anxious about admitting something to her. "You'll say it's sappy. But it's actually our six month anniversary. I thought it be a nice surprise to spend the night together. I mean,like go on a nice date, not like spend the night together to together. In like a s-s-senc- oh?"

Raimel shut him up with a finger to Heath's lips. "I think that's a lovely idea, Heath." and she kissed him on the check, causing his face to flush pink once more.

"So what do you have planned then, Casanova?"

"Well, I'm not quite sure... I mean, I didn't think I'd get this far...."

"You planned to ask me on a date, but then didn't even plan the date?"

A nervous laugh was Heath's response. "Yeah, well you've been so busy lately I figured you might just say no, or you might just find that idea of 'six month anniversary' sorta silly or dumb saying it's pointless human sentimentality."

It was, the whole idea of this anniversary date sound absurd to Ramiel. Time, for the most part, was a human thing and six-months was hardly a blink of an eye for her. As for actually dating, either she or Heath much have been confused, as within what Heath saw as their six months he hadn't even let her get to what was termed as home base, and often freaked out when she tried to got past second.

But she need Heath in a good mood and plenty distracted if she was going to get rid of Emery tonight- or early next morning. So playing into this anniversary idea seemed to be a good way to pacify Heath tonight.

"Well why don't we just start getting ready, I'm sure you'll come up with some brilliant." Ramiel offered encouragingly as she ushered Heath out of the kitchen.

But suddenly Heath started to mutter to himself and his attention seemed to jump to the door.

"What? Oh wait!" He said before he ducked passed Rai, "The sticky fell off again."

Ramiel groaned as he picked up the note and tried to put it back in place.

"Seriously? Oh the stick on these note just aren't good... Rai could you hand me the tape? it should be in that draw right next to you."

With a huff, Ramiel opened the draw and got the tape.

"I know you said I could switch to the store brand, but I find that they keep falling off the door. I think I'm gonna have switch back to the Post-It® brand."

"Really?" Ramiel muttered as she passed Heath tape. "That's a shame."

Guess she'd find another way to snuff out that blood sucking monster. Maybe she would get to find her after all.

"Don't worry about it, Rai. you were just trying to help." Heath reassuringly said as he taped onto the window of the door. "Now let's get ready for our date."

"Right... the date." Ramiel sighed.

Thanks for the ask @icybreaths