#YEARNERS RISE !!!

[millidew]

he really didn’t think it’d end like this

[bug-juices]

Heisen nation rise up ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[notvil]

i’m absolutely a sucker for the first dates at an art gallery trope where person A stands in front of a piece and admires it and B stands beside them and snarks about it not making sense for A to tilt their head and say it’s about perspective then B tilts their head too and then peeks at them and whispers yeah maybe it is and then they really they’re in love or there’s some sweet musical line/phrase that plays when they make a connection like OOUGHHH how CUTE!!!

[starseungs]

yeah thats about right 😓

[megumimania]

ur writing ???? >>> & finding shoko fics is so hard ur doing gods work

Thank you so much omg!! and yes it’s literally a drought im working on getting those fics out there!

[bbangtans]

daybreak | jjk | oneshot teaser

Summary: One of your favorite things to do when you were in your early 20s was stay up late where reflective conversations eventually blurred into nonsense as the sun rose alongside someone you thought you would spend the rest of your days with… Now you’re stuck in New York City for one night due to a delayed flight with that very person standing there in his leather jacket and guitar case in hand across from you at the airport gate. See, fate is a funny thing and Jeon Jungkook could always find the humor in anything.

pairing: rockstar!ex!jk x f!reader genre/tropes: angst, fluff, exes to ???, right person wrong time/second chances, jungkook is so romance film lead coded – charismatic and well-spoken and genuine and ughhhhh i be fawning frrrr, this takes place where both jk and reader are 28ish, jk is a lead singer in a band with tae-jimin-yoongi, and y/n is a working professional rating/warnings: M | alcohol consumption, lots of swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don’t be all willy nilly with this tho!!!), dig bick jk lmfao, oral (f receiving), heavy petting, multiple orgasms. a/n: inspired by my faaaaaave movie before sunrise bc if there’s anything namjoon and i have in common, it’s that we are yearners 🤝 word count: ~10k POSTED: link

You cursed every cliched metaphor referencing the elusiveness of time… the grains of sand slipping through fingertips, the ticking of clock hands that echo in the back of your head, the passage of breezes, and the eventual rising of the morning sun. 

Jungkook smiled gently, wiping away a tear with his thumb which you didn’t even feel form as it fell down your cheek. “Don’t worry.”

“I just want you to know that I loved being in this moment. Sharing this night with you, that tonight it felt like New York was all ours. I could have never seen its beauty and experienced its magic the way I did with you.” Barely managing through your cries, you gasped for a breath as you tried to make out the next words. “But why did things have to turn out this way?”

The loud caws of the seagulls as they flew over the pier and the cold morning air fell onto forgotten senses as the only thing you could feel was the intensity of Jungkook’s stare on you. From your forehead that he placed a tender kiss upon, to your eyes that mirrored that silent longing his contained, the nose that he nuzzled against his, and chin that he held softly in his rough hand… It was like he was taking a picture of you at that moment. A moment where he was not rockstar Jeon Jungkook, but the Jungkook who always found a way to make you laugh and the Jungkook you dreamed of sharing matching rings with. And you were not the person living too fast for anyone to keep up with, but a person who could find the beauty in anything and the person that Jungkook could write a million and one songs about.

“Shh,” he comforted you as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. “I really can’t thank you enough for tonight… I’ve never hated to see morning as much as I do now.” He chuckled dryly at the irony of all. 

You pulled back, surprising the man who towered over you. You held his confused face in your hands and smiled. “Me, too. I hope you know that.”

“I do now…” He whispered as though louder words could break the moment before placing a chaste kiss on one of the hands that cupped his face.

“Now what?” Your hands fell from his face and rested on his chest. 

Jungkook sighed in contemplation as he peered past you into the blossoming orange horizon before recentering his eyes on you and grin losing its warmth and being replaced with sadness. “Good morning, I guess.”

The gravity of the situation settled upon you both silently.

“None of that dramatic ‘goodbye’ shit in the morning!” You tipsily pointed at Jungkook with your beer who only laughed at your theatrics as some foam spilled.

Between chuckles, Jungkook was barely able to let out. “Okay, then what do we say at the end? When it’s morning?”

“What people always say at that time – ‘good morning’ and not goodbye. Let’s make it a nice ending for us, I feel like that would do us both justice.” Your gaze was too hazy to see the seriousness that lined his face but he shook it off and plastered his signature smile despite the storm in his heart. “I know it’s a little cheesy, but I don’t want to be sad in those last minutes with you.”

“Okay, we’ll bid each other ‘good morning’ when dawn comes then we go on with the rest of our lives. No sad stuff.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

“Good morning, Jungkook.” No matter how dazzling your smile was, Jungkook could never be distracted from the tears that lined your gorgeous eyes. 

No physical closeness could ever combat the weight of what daybreak meant for you both.

[susieandhobbes]

I see a lot of people hoping Syd and Carmy get together in s3 and like....y'all not yearners for real.

We still have to get through Carmy and Syd being on terrible terms for a while, Carmy working to rebuild their trust and Sydney spiraling as she feels like she has to carry the Bear on her back because she can't trust him, eventual reconcilliation, and then Sydney entering her own romantic relationship and/or being poached by another restaurant as her own star rises and Carmy being reminded/terrified that she could leave him.

With these dumb short seasons that's like 1.5-2 whole seasons of plot to get through.

See y'all in season 5 though! (Season 4 ep 9 if you're optimistic)

[fairykazu]

scaramouche from not super-secret crush

winter. "black cat energy" -> a hound. prone to be frustrated. wants to prove himself to his family... the world. tension at home. green tea. motivation disguised insults. fell first. a box of letters tucked in his room. isolation. something tender. sucks at communication. care for you - the marias. apple slices. jealous but only quietly. indigo. midnight drives. sidewalk rule. saturdays. jeff buckley tm yearner.

yn from not super-secret crush

between a fall or summer girl. gold star captioned "fuck you, i did a great job". cautious of others. foxlike energy. chronic people pleaser. heart on her sleeve. tad oblivious. vanilla and cinnamon. kiss me - sixpence. hater at front, lover at heart. the sun compared to his moon. romcom fiend. fell harder. watching the sun rise. fireworks. mismatched buttons. perfectly out of place. maroon. cat lover.

[trevination]

hi i’m assigning outsiders characters chappell roan/rise and fall of a midwest princess songs <3

ponyboy - either pink pony club or california. the yearner

darry - hmmm. coffee. or casual. so basically the sad gay songs

sodapop - femininomenon or kaleidoscope lol very diff vibes

steve - guilty pleasure !

dally - my kink is karma GSGDGSFS

two-bit - picture you (yes it’s abt marcia)

ace - the giver (unreleased song) <3 iykyk

johnny - the subway (also u released) i think.

bob - super graphic ultra modern girl. no explanation

paul - coffee (about him and darry.)

cherry - red wine supernova!!! obvi

marcia - naked in manhattan girll

bev - good luck babe. need i say more. or after midnight

brill - honestly. pink pony club in a way

trip - hot to go. let him hit that dance

chet - love me anyway :( the sad hopeless romantic

reminder these r just silly fun pls chime in with ur own silly ideas and don’t kill me pls pls

[xonaisu]

DEBUTING ON SEPTEMBER 29TH, 2022, NAISU’s introduction to the public was one of equal parts allure and eeriness. promotion for her debut single ANYWHERE consisted of wrinkled posters plastered on walls and a seemingly abandoned youtube channel dating from 2018 depicting a love story from the perspective of the viewer—and respectively, the yearner behind the camera.

ANYWHERE would then be promoted for six weeks, showcasing stunning stages with mesmerizing visuals and interesting stage outfits. the debut single would achieve a total of six music show wins, including an inkigayo triple crown. keeping her aura of mystique, not much about her was known aside from her stage name and her entrancing stage presence, causing her popularity to skyrocket after each performance.

riding the success of her debut, it wasn’t long until an ep was released titled HUSH HUSH, following her melancholic theme. released early december, it was quickly circulated for it’s strange pop-centered sound, with elements of alternative pop in its title track FIRE OF SECRETS to BITTERSWEET, a b-side that gained massive popularity to its boa-esque sound. promoted for a startlingly short time of just two and a half weeks, HUSH HUSH would received just three wins. MOONSUS and new fans alike were shocked at the decline in her wins, believing NAISU had been cheated by both rigged showcases and her company.

she would disappear from the spotlight for a few months after that, fans only getting snippets from her sparse social media presence and scouring the discarded youtube channel for new updates. then, unexpectedly, a single was dropped in march of 2023 title IN ANOTHER LIFE featuring fellow label mate PARADOX INVASION’s ADRIEN. spinning a horrid tale of love, death, and bare skinned truth in front of a lover who blurs between impassive and not there, NAISU marked her entrance into the new year with her familiar yet uncanny sound, this time with a more hyperpop-esque sound that quickly made its rounds on social media, namely tik tok. her collaboration with ADRIEN only pushed her name out even more, especially when it was made public that she had writing credits to varying degrees for every song released under her name up to date. it soon lead to fans wondering if the lyrics were written from personal experiences, leading for even more curious eyes peering at her.

soon after, her first mini album MASQUERADE was released in july with a title track of the same name, with IN ANOTHER LIFE listed as one of the songs, four of which full writing credits are given to her. promoted for six and a half weeks, MASQUERADE received a startling thirteen music show wins, leaving fans satisfied while others claimed the shows were rigged her favor to appease her almost cult-like following. a b-side titled UNDERWATER ( AWAKENED ) received special attention for its .. interesting lyrics, many claiming that the lyrics were too sensual ( despite just releasing a single with allusions to sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism … ), leading others to pick apart her discography to date to mule over the lyrics of the songs she’d claimed to have written. it’s then where speculations of her sexuality begin to rise in tune to her growing popularity.

as her discography grew, so did the uploads on that once sparse youtube channel. fans were ecstatic to see that her music and music videos had outside connections and lore, from MASQUERADE getting a upload titled FIND ME depicting a masked girl trapped in a funhouse mirror room, running into warped versions of herself until she meets a reflection of what looks like the artist herself, to UNDERWATER ( AWAKENED ) getting a short and soundless video titled BE AWAKE scenes switching between the same masked girl sitting in a tub fully clothed and NAISU herself floating underwater. a dedicated fan would take it upon themselves to string the music videos and channel uploads together, further revealing that they were all connected and telling a cohesive story of finding oneself—whether it be through real life or illusions of grandeur.

the second mini album would be released december of that year, following a theme she seemed to be setting for herself. ironically called DOLL, the title track PERFECT10N caused such an uproar, she was momentarily banned from performing the song for two weeks of the album’s five week promotion schedule. as a result of this, NAISU would then stubbornly perform b-sides DAHLIA and UNTOUCHABLE, causing fans to rally around her in support. streams for the album went through the roof, with the artist receiving her first three million streamed songs with the aforementioned songs, along with PERFECT10N and DAHLIA both reaching millions of views within hours of their respective music video drops.

as of now, NAISU still remains mostly shrouded in secrecy, an entity that seems to solely appear to release music and vanish before the public can get too close. her songs are still topic of heated discussion, especially her more sensual sounding ones, from most claiming they had to have been made from personal experiences to others thinking she must have been planted by overhead hands in the industry.

[ascianalcyone]

18 || she/her

Currently preparing for the entrance exams for med school.

My lack of interest for the world and it's citizens happen to make up for my personality.

When I am not studying, I write, or type nonsense that makes sense somehow for I happen to be a tortured and delusional, sad child. I draw but just for fun. I used to read classic literature and be a full-time lover and yearner before I decided that it was great to be a devotee to medicine and slowly slip out of warm hands as sand to turn to pots and vessels except these ones don't make any noise or do they, professionally? (uhm, i need help)

Yearning mostly about what could have been or dragging my sleep deprived, coffee driven soul to solve chemistry and physics problems that are interesting, even more than my constant urge to jump off a cliff or fly to Amsterdam and have a new chance at life( it's been like that since I was 14 °~°but I am sober, soft-spoken and sensitive according to my therapist).

Blueming(I love that word T-T ✓)

And hey, I am a med student. (Yes I love people contrary to my very own dreaded existential crisis, and I love medicine and surgery and specifically the blue, white and crimson red aesthetics of it)

That's my intro. It's scary how I can write a book on myself and another one on everything that interests me and another one on how I am a failure and many other things, the list of which will happen to be a book in itself)

I love research more than I love anything.

I yearn for things that can never be mine or are too pretty and delicate for me to hold for the aesthetics and to suffer silently and strangely I desire and turn the world upside down if I want things, ofcourse for the thrill and suffering of everyone around.

Watch me turn this account into an emotional trashcan and masochist regime with lots of studying but hey I don't die for in this story. I happen to find the love of my life while touring the southern Spain. I dance under pouring rain and leave it the next day to come back to the corporate world and become a heartbreaker to that poor soul. (Yes I don't fall not while walking down the stairs as he looks at me breathless and I ofcourse never fall in love, for I never fall...yeah! I am delusional like that +-+)

But let's say, I want to live, maybe as a heartbreaker, a lover or a tourist. I want to live, not pass by as the water boils, dough rises and I rest. I dreamt too much for someone supposed to nod and close her eyes, for I know the dreams will turn into nightmares and midlife, a 13 year old self will run into my arms too much wounded, sabotaged and silent and her scabrous hands that bled over guitars will ask for mine and if she finds them rough or uncared for, I don't know if I will be able to shoo her away to tend to anyone else that maybe tied to me by my own blood or choices. I will kiss her eyes that beheld constellations of stars and starry nights and spring rains behind windowpanes, elbows over windowsills and sweet wishes for the birds to be fine. I will run my hands down the beautiful hair she cared for so much, golden brown under sunlight and to think if my own was unkempt, would my hands rip my own apart, how would it matter if someone else had it beautiful, someone so much my very own, someone yet nothing like this girl before me who dreamt so much that it kept her awake and so much at times that it helped her sleep peacefully over screams and broken promises.

I would want her to run into my arms and smile, so bright that each one of my dark nights finds its crescent in her eyes and stars in the moles under her eyes. Only then could I care for anyone else. For I love her too much. For she deserves every pretty thing the world has to offer, for someone so delicate she doesn't need to break or be molded, she deserves to be treasured, under love filled eyelids and over breezes and cherry blossoms and saccharine treats, not as relics of a sunken trove even if I don't, for I will give her everything she ever yearned for as her gaze fell over it. I don't care if it means unattended or hosted parties, quiet libraries or debates and conference over stages, I will give it to her.

And that is folks how I turned a supposed introduction to my constant need to vent.

I love rainy October days and I love sunlit May roses and I love, well a little girl who writes pretty love letters and lovely cherry notes and poems about a love so eternal, a melody so alluring, a night sky so starry, a beloved so dear and much more than makes her so loveable. But I spew nonsense for I am a hater myself. English teachers loved my perfect flow, clear pronunciation and flowery words, I know that, so you know but I need my vents and destructive rage to sound sane and look normal in real life to those who seem to be so much concerned)

Sunkissed notes, stars and Saturn.

Collapsing nebula and a light so faraway, that it ends up being eternal to the one that receives, so faraway that maybe it isn't even there maybe it's dying as I look at it now, if time is the only constant I believe in. But hey, the light is there as I receive it and nothing is actually there or here or anywhere, I love it, alive or not, real or not, I love it as long as the now never fades into the worry of a future noone knows, no one should care about. It's now as I look at it, it's now as it is there shining, keeping now as a constant, without looking into a pool of uncertainties, realities and reasons. You are here as I love you. Even if the next now you are not here, even if I don't love you anymore. I love you now as you are here. And I expect nothing of a future and nothing of you and nothing of me.

It was supposed to be an introduction of me being a science student, literature enthusiast and how I am here to study blog and speak shit about life. But here we are. T-T

[beomcoups]

so my mutual on Twitter asked for me to tell her my rising sign (Scorpio) and what house my venus was in and she would give me a hint on where I will meet my future spouse

So basically, I will be marrying #yearner

[urthwing]

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here are some basics about me and my account;

✦ name is jayd! i can also be called jayd or jade.

✧ minor (17!)

✦ she/her

✧ frequent dsaf, fiona and cake/adventure time and gravity falls poster

✦ full time yearner and lover-girl (i love to love... )

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#my art - my original art posts

#my photos - my original photography posts

#my writing - poetry and other words

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i enjoy painting landscapes and still-lifes, taking pictures, drawing fandom art and collecting records, cds and natural objects.

(i use ibispaint x and procreate, and paint with gouache and acrylic)

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🌀⊹ * •˚. music artists i enjoy :

✦ heart ✧ in love with a ghost ✦ phoebe bridgers ✧ the feminine complex ✦ fleetwood mac ✧ the cranberries ✦ kate bush ✧ stevie nicks ✦ bôa ✧ the daughters of eve ✦ sixpence none the richer ✧ jeff buckley ✦ tears for fears ✧ strawberry switchblade ✦ the beatles ✧ mazzy star ✦ big thief ✧ men i trust ✦ tv girl ✧ jimi hendrix ✦ the velvet underground ✧ the smiths ✦ radiohead ✧ beach house ✦ cocteau twins ✧ norah jones ✦ beabadoobee ✧ clairo ✦ adrienne lenker

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✧ dsaf ✦ dialtown ✧ fnaf ✦ mlp ✧ tadc ✦ stranger things ✧ gravity falls ✦ gilmore girls ✧ ianowt ✦ madoka magica ✧ adventure time ✦ fiona and cake ✧ toh ✦ animal crossing (nh and ww) ✧ coraline ✦ lps ✧ class of 09 ✦ i love amy ✧ inside job ✦ tgswiiwagaa ✧ ohshc ✦ nge

✧ ghibli films like ; howls moving castle, the wind rises, the cat returns, nausicaä of the valley of the wind, whisper of the heart, ponyo, when marnie was there, the secret world of arietty, spirited away, princess mononoke, my neighbor totoro, kiki's delivery service, porco rosso, castle in the sky, ocean waves, only yesterday.

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[env0writes]

May Be Well, 5.29.23

“May Be Well "

May the coming days be full of bounty With scores of fruits, o’ fruitful day Each half-cored promise Steadfastly refuse to rot Past one hand of counting Skim past the seasons of adulthood Even flowers grow weary from blooming Too soon the winds go blowing past Leaving me in the fallen leaves of yesterday O’ rueful day outlasting Casting shadows on the newborn rising day Growing tall with the grasses Lit up by fireflies and capless streetlights Stumbling on over busted-up concrete sidewalks Cast from the same childish molds That broke when the LEGOs fell Where did the green trails of childhood go? Turned brown and copper O’ pages of the day Turned life to stories spun With wintered wool Worn from spring and summer too Too soon the days are shelved Accumulating dust with rusty bones Page turners turned yearners Pocketing wishful change for fairytale futures May, be well in your passing Will it be worth it all for having passed? If it too is made

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[logiyande]

{ ayo edebiri, 21, cis woman, she/her } Is that LOGAN IYANDE? A SOPHOMORE originally from SACRAMENTO, CALIFORNIA, they decided to come to Ogden College to study GRAPHIC DESIGN  on a ACADEMIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE WALLFLOWER  on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

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yearning, dreaming, resting her head against the car door and closing her eyes, imagining a world where she is a different person, where people look up when she enters a room and stop talking when she starts to speak. suburbs, doldrums, everything that will happen to her has already happened before. the glow of a computer screen in the middle of the night, an aching familiarity with the four walls of her bedroom. the urge to think that no one understands her when fearing maybe there isn’t that much to understand. speaking a language that is so entrenched in decades of internet debris that she doesn’t know if people know how to translate. wondering if she is more interesting behind a keyboard than she is in person. sketchbooks filled with art no one would ask to see. wasting her youth, wasting her breath, wasting her time. 

BASICS:

full name: logan iyande

age: 21

date of birth: march 18

zodiac sign: pisces sun, cancer moon, virgo rising

hometown: sacramento, CA

gender: cis female

sexuality: lesbian

ethnicity: african american

languages spoken: english

PERSONALITY:

positive qualities: kind, curious, intelligent

negative qualities: geeky, introverted, naive

skills: encyclopedic knowledge on niche topics, quick reflexes, and deviantart fame for drawing niche cartoon characters in 2011

character parallels: Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place), Sam Weir (Freaks and Geeks), Willow Rosenberg (BTVS), Will Byers (Stranger Things), Lexi Howard (Euphoria), Haruhi Fujioka (OHSHC)

relationship to greer: if you looked on logan’s instagram history, you would almost always see @greer in her recently viewed. it’s not that she was obsessed with greer- she hardly knew her, had shared a class with her freshman year, and that was all. but greer represented everything she wasn’t, and she watched her with a keen eye more suited to an anthropologist studying another culture than a classmate watching another. 

school activities: running team, school paper

style: grandpacore- big thrifted sweaters, baggy jeans, trousers, loafers

the wallflower: people did not notice logan at a party, and that’s just fine with her. frankly, she didn’t want to be at the party anyways, would rather be in her dorm room curled up with a weighty book or tending to her farm in stardew valley. she felt stupid and exposed on the nights she dragged herself to a party she’d only been invited to as an afterthought, so she only did it rarely, when the little voice inside her head told her she was wasting her twenties under the covers. she made a fool of herself anyways- she didn’t get the sarcasm, wasn’t interested in the drugs, didn’t know the music that was being played or the tv shows that were being discussed. no, she was sure everyone laughed about her when she left. the more cutting truth, that no one was talking about her at all, would actually be a comfort. 

wanted connections (under construction)

woman for her to have a heartbreaking unrequited crush on (maybe she's straight in a Wish You Were Gay (by claud not billie eilish) type way? or maybe they'll just never see logan that way a la Christine by lucy dacus)

outgoing friend for her to follow around like a puppy

friends to lovers yearning kind of thing (she IS a yearner in all ways and forms)

toxic ex/situationship that she’s still a little in love with (ok i kind of have this one in my head i think she felt like they were embarrassed by her or talked down to her regardless of whether or not that was the truth)

go with me here some kind of cinderella story friendship?? like they’re friends through the internet but don’t know who the other person is irl

other headcanons

was a big tumblr artist a few years back for mid-2000s cartoons (like u know the vibe. avatar, teen titans, ect)- made the jump to twitter and still has a largeish following but not nearly as big as the early 2010s

maybe a little too into lord of the rings

had a big anime phase in middle school but has (mostly) grown out of it

listens to a lot of indie sad girl music (lizzy mcalpine, lucy dacus, ect) but has a soft spot for old school country

has a very large vinyl collection

i don't feel like writing out her family stuff but she actually has a really great relationship with her parents especially her mother

has been in dozens of car accidents but only by hitting parked cars when trying to park

will read literally anything- she's gone through the entire ice planet barbarians series in the last month

really loves horror movies but hates jumpscares so she looks them up on imdb before

[megumimania]

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH - shoko ieiri

warnings: shoko x fem!reader, rct has minor side effects , fluff, shoko finally getting taken care of, rct = reverse cursed technique

a/n: shoko yearners (me) rise!

you sighed at her stubbornness.

shoko couldn’t even stand up before her limbs went to jelly and she flopped back onto the couch—a minor side effect of abusing her rct when she worked late nights at the hospital.

yet she was still trying to do the laundry despite you insisting that she needed rest.

“babe it’s fine. i can take care of myself.”

she protested, shooing you away. but you physically couldn’t when she was in such a bad state. you accepted her wishes but you lingered outside the laundry room ready to catch her if she fell.

she was always a fierce beacon of independence, it made sense when she spent most of her adolescence shacked up in the four sterile walls of the hospital, working in silence and solitude fixing up the most unimaginable horrors unbeknownst to man.

however you wanted her to rely and depend on you too. you saw how much stress she carried from work, causing her to be easily irritable but you didn’t take her outbursts personally. shoko being the sole doctor who could perform rct on others in the whole tokyo region was taxing.

so when you saw her knees about to buckle from carrying the load of laundry. you were there in an instant. holding her with such gentleness as if she was going to break with the slightest touch.

her eyes that were full of fire and determination gave way to her true feelings; exhaustion and pain. it broke your heart seeing her like this but you both knew as long as curses reigned the earth and there were sorcerers made to fight them that this would be a continuous cycle.

“will you finally let me take care of you now?” you said softly, brushing the stray hairs away from her face. shoko was honestly too tired to put up a fight, she just needed some sleep.

she mumbled a tired “yeah” which was all the confirmation you needed. shoko let herself go, letting you take care of her the way she desperately needed. background noise from the tv played as you nestled her into bed with a hot water battle, some soup and vitamins and lots of love and kisses.

in the midst of all this shoko realised three things:

1.being taken care of was pretty damn nice

2.she was stubborn as hell and that’s something that needed to work on.

3. she was so lucky to have you, the most beautiful amazing person in the world as her girlfriend.

she slept like a baby that night knowing that you’d always be by her side, ready to catch her if she ever falls.