#also he somehow rarely wipes her tears???

[lovenonymously]

Im Sol

Lovely Runner (2024)

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Politely affectionately agressively begging for more Furina fics you write her AMAZINGLYYYYY PLEASEEE and it's so rare to see my girl get any fics YOU A REAL ONE FR FR 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

(Genshin Impact) Furina watching an emotional movie with her S/O

*Imperial Guardsmen Voice* IF SUCH IS THE EMPEROR'S WILL! Also, you can imagine this as an Isekai S/O or Fontaine somehow developed movies, idk you can work the imagination on how movies exist in Tevyat, I'm just here to give you the funny/cute.

Furina's lips trill in boredom as she sits down on the couch, an hand underneath her chin.

Dinner had already been finished, dessert promptly followed but the night was still young.

Her S/O was in front of the couch, rustling coming from a box they were searching through.

She got up from her seat and knelt next to them, curious as to what they were looking for.

(Furina) "S/O?"

(S/O) "Hang on, just looking for something we can watch...ah!"

S/O pulled out a box containing a small CD. Furina couldn't help but flinch instinctually.

(S/O) "Before you ask, no it's not a horror movie."

With a sigh of relief, she grabbed the box and raised an eyebrow.

(Furina) "Oh thank goodness!...A-Ahem, so, what is this?"

(S/O) "It's from Inazuma. It's a super cheesy story about a man and female meka falling in love."

They put a finger to their chin as Furina scoffed as she crossed her arms.

(Furina) "Oh please, I've seen far worse premises in my stage plays, S/O!"

(S/O) "True, but this one might make you cry."

Furina's smirk grows bigger hearing their lack of faith.

(Furina) "Psh! Me? Cry at a love story probably told a thousand times? Please! Put it on S/O! I'll prove you otherwise!"

ONE HOUR LATER...

S/O and Furina were sitting quietly, nearing the end of the film's duration.

The man's head was resting on the meka's lap as he was nearing the end of his life, though the mood was very bittersweet.

With a beautiful piano tune playing in the background, the Meka looked up to the sky, finally getting a revelation for the human it fell in love with.

[Mekaigis] "Not everything needs to be for some greater purpose. Just caring for someone can be enough. That's all we need to give our lives meaning. As for me, I've found my path. And that's to protect you with my life..."

S/O's heart strings tugged at the touching dialogue. Blinking away a few tears, S/O turned to Furina.

(S/O) Furina's been really quiet. I wonder if she's not as affected as-

S/O's thoughts were interrupted the moment they actually glanced at their girlfriend.

Furina reached for her box of tissues, which was already halfway gone, and blew violently into it.

She proceeded to wipe away her tears with her hands while her lips trembled, eyes locked onto the screen the entire time.

(S/O) ...Okay yeah, she's doing as good as I thought she would.

S/O moved in closer to hold her hand and at least give her some comfort for this admittedly tear-inducing scene.

Only for their hand to be almost hurt from her grip strength as she held on with all of her passion, Furina's attention daring not to even turn away.

S/O almost yelped out in pain, but kept strong for the sake of their girlfriend's immersion.

And with the man finally closing his eyes, the movie finally came to a close, with the music's lyrics riding the scene out.

[Movie] "kaze no koe hikari no tsubu madoromu kimi ni sosogu-"

Furina stood up from her chair, pointing to the screen with tears still fresh in her eyes.

(Furina) "T-THE MOVIE ENDS RIGHT THERE?! BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR! HE AND MEKAIGIS FOUGHT TO SAVE THE WORLD, THEY SHOULD BE HAPPY TOGETHER!"

S/O couldn't contain their soft laughter, getting up and attempting to calm her down by gently wiping her tears away.

(S/O) "I agree, but it's a rather beautiful ending to such a tragic story. But what did you think of it?"

Furina pouted at their laughter, crossing her arms and huffing.

(Furina) "I'd rather have watched a horror movie, something like that is way too sad!"

(S/O) "I thought you said you wouldn't cry-"

(Furina) "I-I was simply crying at their performances! They did an amazing job acting out a horrid script, as a performer I couldn't just ignore their handiwork!"

S/O playfully rolled their eyes as they sat Furina back down, quickly joining her on the couch.

(S/O) "Is that right? Anyways, there's a followup sequel where it follows Mekaigis after the events of this movie called the Answ-"

(Furina) "PUT IT ON RIGHT NOW! I HAVE TO FIND OUT RIGHT NOW!"

Her voice cracked as she pointed at the screen, making S/O laugh and comply.

(S/O) "Yes, ma'am."

Furina's leg bounced anxiously as she watched S/O painfully put the next film in slowly, getting immersed again immediately.

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Author's note:

This isn't actually anything related to the post besides the obvious reference, I just have to get it out of my system because I was listening to the soundtrack of said reference. Ahem. AAALLLL THE JOURNEYS START SOMEWHERE WITH A FIRST STEEEEEEEP NO ONE'S SURE WHAT LIES AHEAD BE BOLD AND BRAAAAAAAAAAAAVE (STAND UP!) ROADS MAY BEEEEEE ROUGH AND TOOUUUUUUGH THOUGH IT WILL LEAD SOMEWHEEEERE (NOTHING EASY GET UP AND GO GET IT GO) SOMETIMES IT'S JOURNEY ITSELF THAT TEACHEEEES A LOT ABOUT THE DESTINATION NOT AWARE OOOOOF NO MATTER HOW FAAAAAR (NO MATTER HOW FAR) HOW YOU GOOOOOOOO (HOW YOU GO HOW YOU GO) HOW LONG IT MAY LAAAAAST (CARPE DIEM NO TIME TO WASTE) VENTURE LIFE, BURN YOUR DREEEAAAAD! (YOU GOTTA VENTURE LIFE GO GET IT BURN YOUR DREAD)

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

The Princess & the Spy

Warnings: angst, death

A/N: Hello everyone, I’m back! It’s been a couple of years. I wrote this at 3 a.m, so bare with me.

Summary: Y/n is the princess of Vallahan. Her father joins the king of Hybern during the war and Azriel is sent there to spy. He meets y/n and uses her for information. When she finds out, she’s angry, heartbroken and decides to join the war with her father.

Word count: 1.58K

In recent days, escalating tension caused by the inevitable war the king of Hybern planned against the mortal realm spread. The king of Vallahan was rumored to have aligned with Hybern. Despite the growing support for this alliance within Vallahan, princess Y/n remained against it. She actively tried to swat her father but to no avail. Reluctantly, she attended the war strategy meetings at her father’s behest, though she always sought a means to evade them. One night, as she slipped away from yet another meeting, she encountered a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows. As she moved closer, she was met with a handsome male, who was taken aback the minute she laid eyes on him.

“Are you new here? I have never seen you before” she inquired, her lips curving into a tentative smile.

“I- I am… kind of” the male stammered.

“I rarely have the opportunity to meet new people. I’m Y/n” she introduced herself, extending her hand.

“Your highness” he bowed respectfully “I’m Azriel”.

“I see you’ve heard of me. I had hoped otherwise” Y/n remarked, a tinge of disappointment in her tone.

“Of course, you are the princess of Vallahan. Why is it that you don’t want to be recognized?” Azriel inquired with genuine curiosity.

Y/n sighed softly “Because the moment people find out who I am, they start treating me with formality and- and distance”.

“I see” a gentle smile appeared on his face “May I ask a favor of you?”

“Depends”.

“If you keep our encounter a secret, I promise to return and engage with you on a more casual level” he offered.

“Alright. Your secret is safe with me” her eyes sparked with excitement, but little did she know that her trust just made Azriel’s mission a lot easier.

As days and weeks passed, Azriel would come and start a conversation with her , gradually coaxing Y/n to confide in him about the war discussions she detested attending. Unbeknownst to her, she began to harbor feelings for him, while Azriel, in turn, found himself unexpectedly drawn to her. However, their affection took a tragic turn one night when Y/n failed to appear at their customary location. Concerned for her well-being, Azriel , being a shadowsinger, inquired about her whereabouts and teleported to her chambers, only to find her in tears.

“Y/n?” He spoke softly.

“A-Az?” she was startled by his sudden presence.

“What’s wrong?” seeing tears in her eyes, made him feel something he didn’t wish to.

“How did you get in here?” She quickly wiped away her tears.

“That’s not important right now. Who hurt you?” He asked, stepping closer with concern.

“No one. It’s just… I am a fool. I thought that somehow my father would not join this war. Despite knowing his nature, I had little hope. I just- I don’t understand. I’m just tired and I don’t wish to talk about this today” she rubbed her face wearily.

“It’s alright. You are not a fool. You simply see the best in everyone” he hesitated before sitting at the corner of her bed.

“And look where that got me”.

Unsure if he should proceed, knowing that he’s also not as good as she thinks he, he decided to speak up “Y/n, there’s something I need to tell you”.

She turned to face him, curiosity all over her face “what is it?”.

“If I asked you to run away with me, would you?”.

She chuckled softly “You know I can’t. I have a responsibility towards my people”.

“But with the war looming, doesn’t that change things?” He hoped she’d agre, that she’d be out of harm’s way when the war started. When they had to fight her father, her people. He had hoped that he’d be able to protect her, to spare her, but deep down he knew. He knew that was not going to happen, especially since he’s been lying to her, manipulating and deceiving her all this time, she’d never accept once she found out the truth.

“There was a time when I wanted to run away, to go very far away and never look back. To be free, but I cannot, Az” she responded.

“Please” he pleaded.

“Why do I sense there’s something you’re not telling me? Why the sudden talk about leaving?” she moved closer, placing her hands atop his.

He took a deep breath before speaking again “because I’m leaving tonight. I’m returning home-“.

“Well, you can always come back” she interrupted.

“No, you don’t understand. My home is not here, it’s far away and I won’t be returning, at least not in the same manner” he clarified.

“Not in the same manner? Az, you’re not making any sense. If your home is far away, why were you here?” She withdrew her hands, but he held onto hers.

“I am sorry for what I am about to tell you and know that I truly am sorry for everything. It was not supposed to end like this. I initially came here to spy on your father and report back to my high lord. When you caught me and I realized who you are, I saw an opportunity and I took it. I know it was wrong, and I apologize. If I could take it all back, I would, but I can’t. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but you deserve the truth. When the war starts, we’ll find ourselves on opposite sides and I- I wanted to get you out of here. You’re not like th-“.

“Do not finish that sentence” she shook her head, trying to hold the tears from falling “I was a fool. I should’ve known. You- you… All this time I’ve been working for the enemy without knowing it, how am I supposed to face my people now? Get out! I never want to see you again” she declared, feeling something inside her fracture.

“Y/n, please. I-“.

“Leave. NOW! I don’t want to hear anything that comes out of your mouth. Leave before I call the guards” she shut her eyes, not knowing what she was hoping for: for him to stay or for him to do as she says and leave forever.

He was about to say something, but seeing how much pain he had caused her, he chose to comply. When she reopened her eyes, he had vanished, as though he had never been there. All the memories, the joy he had brought her, it was all a lie. Her heart broke into a million tiny little pieces that night. He left her the night she needed him the most. That night made her choice to join the war easier.

—-

On the battlefield she had hoped to encounter him. She didn’t know the extent of his power, she had only heard rumors about what he could do in the past two days. Yet, today, she decided she’s going to fight him. From a distance, she could spot two warriors that were distinct from the rest, and she knew one of them was Azriel. She fought her way to him and the minute she reached him, her heart sank. She still loved him, but she couldn’t back down now. She owed her people for what she had done. All that blood was on her hand. She gave him all the information he needed to attack and slaughter them. Even if she can’t defeat him, she’ll at least die with her people. As she reached him, he froze as his eyes met her. Azriel always knew what to do, but at the moment he was lost and he was afraid. She saw his hesitation and took that to her advantage and attacked him. He easily blocked her attack, but she kept swinging her sword at him. He kept in a defensive position, not wanting to hurt her by mistake, he has already done enough damage. Y/n was getting frustrated, trying harder and harder to land a blow on Azriel, determined to defeat him. He moved with precision, effortlessly blocking each blow she aimed at him, his movements a silent plea for her to stand down, but she would not yield, her determination fueled by rage and hurt. That rage was controlling her, blinding her, making her vulnerable. With a swift motion, Azriel disarmed her, his blade halting just short of her chest as he held her at bay “this doesn’t have to end this way” he urged, barely able to speak, his heart aching at the sight of what she had become. In that instant, she realized she could never defeat him or erase him from her heart. He had won twice, and she refused to let him win again. With that, she knew the only way out…she moved forward, letting the blade pierce her heart.

“NO!” Azriel screamed, retracting the blade immediately. Blood filled her lungs and covered her chest. As she began to fall, he caught her, his hands soaked with her blood “why would you do that?” He whispered, cradling her in his arms.

“It was the only way. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop loving you. I couldn’t let you win” she caressed his cheek.

“Stay with me” he pleaded, holding her tighter.

“It’s alright. I-I for-give-you” she uttered with her dying breath, her hand slipping from his face.

“I’m sorry” he repeated, bringing her lifeless body closer to his chest, his forehead resting against hers

[boba-beom]

･ﾟﾟ･｡ my beautiful girlfriend | WEN JUNHUI

pairing: idol/actor!junhui x ff!reader // genre: oneshot; hurt, comfort, angst(?) // warnings: petnames; (baby and love), misunderstanding, overthinking, crying, lowkey self-depricating, proofread quickly. // wc: 1.6k

a/n: merry christmas <3 @honajoong hii lex!! I'm your secret santa :> despite starting a little late, I wanted to be involved as well and I got you!! I will admit I struggled to write for junhui since he's the first seventeen member I've written about, but hopefully I think I managed to grasp his characteristics(?) 🥹 I hope it's okay!! also 'yn yln' is 'your name' and 'your last name' :>

Two years. Two whole years since jun asked to be your boyfriend. Two whole years since you started supporting him through his acting career. But never in your two whole years together were you jealous about his co-stars or fans. You've always been hidden away from the public, not going to any events together. Not even getting barricade tickets for his and his group's concerts for the sake of not getting caught somehow.

It's always been like that though. But that's because no one knew about your relationship, not even the rest of his group members.

Jealousy has never been an issue for you until you read an article regarding jun's new upcoming Chinese drama. See, this was new to you. Usually you'd be excited; treating him to order take out from his favourite place, or buying him small gifts to add to his collection of other things you got him within your relationship.

As you read article after article the majority published about how jun and his co-star make such a good couple. Some even published pictures of them together at the premier event they recently attended, while others are scene captures from the said drama.

There was this one picture you saw that made your heart drum disturbingly loud in your ears, not because of the photo itself but because of the comments regarding it. Your eyes dart from comment to comment, 'Wen Junhui and ____ have incredible chemistry', 'A new couple in made in the industry?', 'I hope they're dating in real life.'

Your breathing pattern becomes ragged from the thought of feeling like you're hindering Jun in his life. If you were just making things difficult for him since you were no one but a regular person who works a 9-5 job. In times like this, which was rare, you had no one but yourself to console you.

A single tear runs down your cheek which has you vigorously wiping it off your face, refusing to let yourself become so weak because of this.

You see a text appear from the top of your phone, a text from your boyfriend asking how you were and letting you know when he'll be home, but a part of you felt like you were sinking inside. All these comments getting to your head about Jun and his co-star, but you know you shouldn't think that way. Besides, you never used to think that way initially.

Thinking that it's best to sleep off the thoughts gathering in your head, you grab the folded blanket beside you on the couch, splaying it over you as you play music from the t.v, hoping that would help you get your mind off it.

Hours pass, the living room dim from the lack of light but only from the t.v itself. You pick up your phone to check the time, and while you were asleep, you received multiple texts and a missed call from Jun; all the messages asking if you've eaten, what you want to watch later in the evening, and so forth.

However, you didn't feel like messaging him back, or even calling him back either. You thought your nap would rid of the uncomfortable overthinking, but it just has you questioning, 'why is he even with me?' He could pick any other girl, but why did he choose you. He has a beautiful co-star with incredible chemistry, why doesn't he just ask her to be his girlfriend instead—

"Yn?" Jun's voice echoes in the room and cuts off your trail of thoughts.

You refuse to turn your back and greet him, instead, you pick up the remote and search through films to watch as if he wasn't calling your name again.

"Hey, did you get my texts? Have you decided what you wanna eat tonight?" Jun asks again, caressing the top of your head and missed as he tried to kiss the top of your head, but you flinched away.

"Not hungry." You reply curtly.

He could sense something was off, not wanting to think too much into it, he lets it slide as he goes into the bedroom for a quick shower and change of clothes. He hasn't seen you behave this way before, wondering what possibly could have happened recently to tick you off. His mind was thinking of every possibility but to think of articles since his shoots for the drama were quite a while ago.

As he walks back into the living room, you're still sitting in the same spot on the couch. He walks around the couch to sit beside you, lifting the side of the blanket to share, but you take it off and let him have all of it instead.

Jun turns his head to look at you, a questioning expression on his face yet you don't turn to look at him. A straight, unbothered face is what he sees as your eyes are stuck on whatever movie you put on the t.v.

"Is everything alright? I feel like I've done something wro-"

"Everything's fine." You lie, cutting him off and not wanting to think about it anymore. For the first time in a while you almost didn't want to be in his presence for the sake of keeping sane.

"Well it doesn't sound fine." He turns his body, attempting to test the waters as he places a careful hand on your lap. This time you don't flinch.

You sigh. Pausing before you answer him honestly, "Because it's not."

"Love, how am I supposed to know what's bothering you if you won't tell me straight?" Jun's hand starts caressing your thigh in attempt to comfort you and allow you to open up to him, like you usually do.

You try to gather your thoughts and stare at one spot, but nothing in particular, on the t.v as your breathing becomes uneven. It's difficult talking about a feeling you never thought you had to ever talk about, but it was bound to happen at least once in your life. And that was this current moment in time.

A stuck, choked up feeling in your throat starts to erupt as you struggle to find the words to say, leading to you struggling to stop yourself from tearing up out of frustration.

You explain about the articles you've read about him and his co-star, the ones headlining and the comments you've seen. Your breathing hitches a little while you're talking, and Jun couldn't help but scoot closer to you with his arm around you.

"I tried my best to not let it bother me, but it was a lot to take in. I'm sorry." Jun wipes away at your tears, listening intently as you continue, "I know it's your job, I understand if I'm being unacceptable and if you don't want to be with me anymore."

Tears are non-stop streaming down your face, also because you're mad at yourself for becoming so weak and letting this get to you in the first place. You feel Jun's hand resting on the middle of your back, rubbing it with comfort.

You continue letting out your hushed cries, burying your face into his chest with muffled sorries leaving you. Jun's never seen you cry so much and his heart drops at the sound of your irregular breathing pattern in attempt to stop yourself crying. How could you stop when he hugs you tight momentarily, slowly swaying you side to side as he rests his cheek by your temple.

"Hey, hey. It's okay." He cups your cheek, pulling back to hold your face close to his. "You know you're always going to be the one for me. I'm sorry that hiding our relationship has been difficult, I know. I want to let everyone know that I'm yours, but right now it's a little tricky, and I know that's no excuse but I swear I will let people know. Sooner than later, I promise."

Your sobs quieten down, a little exhausted from the thoughts occupying your mind the whole day. But you respond with a slow nod and a tight lipped smile as you both shuffle on the couch and lay your head on his chest as his hand finds its way to skim up and down your back once again.

･ﾟﾟ･｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡ ･ﾟﾟ･｡

It's been a few days since Jun had comforted you. Your phone pings from a notification about another article that had just released with the headline reading, 'Wen Junhui breaks rumours about dating co-star and is a relationship with Yn Yln"

You read it once more. And another time, expecting there to be hate thrown at you, but there was nothing but love and support from Jun's fans. It was entirely different to how you thought they would take it, but you're just grateful that it didn't go that way at all.

Your boyfriend's tall figure walks through the door with a bouquet of flowers, not even a couple of minutes after you had read the article, and he's making his way to you sat by the breakfast bar.

His subtle smile curves his lips as he holds the bouquet out for you. While you, on the other hand, are pouting; worried that it might ruin his career and receive potential hate, but Jun was unbothered. He was certain about it.

"You didn't have to do that, Jun." You insist, receiving the flowers from him. "I don't want this to affect your career."

He stands by your knees as you face him, towering over you ever so slightly.

"I wanted to let them know. I can't keep hiding this relationship forever," he kisses your forehead as his hands plant on your shoulders, giving them a tight squeeze. "And honesty, as much as I love to keep you to myself, they need to know that you're my beautiful girlfriend."

© BOBA-BEOM ; do not repost, alter, translate, or claim as yours on here or any other platform.

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[miissmm]

I don't speak English, it's bad. This is machine translation.

Summary: The story is about Kibutsuji Muzan's younger sister. About how she became a demon with him, he has no power over her.

tw: Yandere behavior,blood,mentions of murder,mention of mental disorders

platonic yandere muzan x reader

The only lady of the Kibutsuji house is truly elegant. She must be elegant, like any other decent lady in society.

Always dressed to the nines, even if the decorations weren’t the latest in fashion, as they used to be. She is intelligent, never speaks without a man's permission, and respects those of lower status.

Her smile always complements the atmosphere of meetings and not a single extra word is said.

People would be sad to know that she just doesn’t want to communicate with them.

To the lady of the house, Kibutsuji, everything seemed gray. Existence for the sake of marriage, lessons for the sake of marriage, all for the sake of being sold to a man. It was so familiar, like the flow of water or a beating heart in the chest. Rishi was disgusted by this. She didn’t want to live for something like that, but the lack of choice only forced her to accept everything, and then a thought arose in her head. Everything that happens in any case had to happen. Is there any point in doing, thinking and reacting?

There is not a drop of emotion in her eyes, even when she smiles. There is no love or joy in her eyes. Rishi, at 10, believes that she has lived too little for such a deep concept as feelings. I sincerely believe that this will definitely come with age.

She well remembered the expressions of pain, sadness and despair on the faces of her parents when both died from illness. She felt nothing, but perfectly imitated new emotions at the funeral.

Soon her older brother also fell ill. This was something new, his steadfastly calm and loving expression suddenly changed to pain and rare rage. Her interest didn't last long.

When she turned 15, her brother could no longer get out of bed and a new doctor arrived at the house. The doctor discovered the first symptoms of the disease in the young rishi, forcing her to drink the same medicine that he gave to her older brother.

Rishi believed that this was not at all necessary.

An unknown mixture could had a bad influence on one’s appearance, which, while still alive at that time, my mother diligently took care of for her daughter’s future husband.

Rishi believes that if she dies, only one thing will happen, their family will cease to exist, but the dead no longer care. Skipping medication as naturally as meals, she continued to live as before. Until the moment when her brother, suddenly, was able to get out of bed.

This was the first time Rishi experienced fear. She couldn’t lie, this situation launched the processes of inevitable learning about emotions and new sensations.

He appeared loudly, moving his legs heavily. Suddenly and covered in blood.

- I just killed the doctor.

drop by drop of blood flowed onto the floor of her room, wiped to a shine, drop by drop her poise flowed away and a long-forgotten horror awoke in her eyes.

- Brother?

She tried to breathe, intermittently, gasping for breath. I heard how her heart was beating and how the picture was smeared with tears.

- He was an ordinary charlatan, like thousands of others before him. What happened to you? You feel bad?

He began to approach, step by step, drop by drop.

- You killed a man.

She moved back, right up to the wall, ready to open the window in an attempt to escape somehow.

- I said a regular charlatan.

- This is not a reason to kill a person!

The voice breaks, the scream becomes more like a squeak.

He stops.

She grabs the window sill and stares at the floor. She breathes, thinking frantically.

- They don’t deserve to live, �� the voice that sounds after a minute of silence, – are you afraid that I will kill you too? Honey, don't panic.

Deceptively sweet voice. He smiles.

He smiles, covered in someone else's blood, and she already turns to the window, immediately jumping back, as soon as she leans out, the sun burns terribly.

- Honey?

She bumps into his back, immediately falling into a trap of his hands.

Her clothes immediately become dirty, her expensive silks become heavier than ever, and she is unable to even whisper.

Losing consciousness from shock, little fifteen-year-old Rishi really did not realize how much her life would change after she opened her eyes again.

[helplessautomaton]

Happy Halloween.

Going off these from my goretober prompts i am using for this month -wc: 1581 -tws: yandere, reader in pain, tortured, toxic relationships, broken bones.

also this is my first time writing for Margaret ever since my friend gave me her for the original prompt (had to switch it to accident since i had no idea what to write for bones), so hopefully i did her justice!

-Stitches: Jouno -Nosebleed: Ranpo -Accident: Margaret 

Jouno:

Lets be real here, you’re either getting the most torture sessions from this man, or!, you’re getting locked in a room for several weeks. Overall you’re not gonna have the best time in his forced “care”. 

Would he care enough to stitch you up? Hmmm, well, it would depend on how far he overdid it, but I would give this question a yes. He would be slightly uncomfortable giving the stitches realizing how far he actually went to get to this point. If you’re somehow able to tease this man I would not suggest it unless you actually want to be left out to rot. 

-

The loud ringing in your ears is only a low comfort compared to the aching pain shriving up your body. You knew the tears wouldn't heal anything but they continued to swim down your face. Jouno hit a spot on your arm rather viciously, one that made him backpedal on the rest of his torture upon you. It was a rare sight to behold, you would have laughed in a pathetic victory if the pain didn't choke you. Jouno cursed under his breath at the accident he caused, hesitatingly getting up with a deeping frown on his face ever so present. He left the room without a word, leaving you to suffer with no one to watch. It didn't take too long for him to come back with medical stuff much to your pained surprise. Crouching down next to you, he placed the first aid down, Jouno proceeded to lift you up and slouch you against the wall. He sighed, shaking his head before speaking up. “Let's get this fixed up before it becomes a bigger problem.”

He gently lifted up your more wounded arm with care, he already had an anti-infection cleaning wipe. Calmly he put it on the affected area, the sting only worsened and you tensed up greatly even more than you already had. Jouno’s frown only deepened at this reaction, giving another sigh he didn't want to make a bigger mess by moving you into the bathroom. It was eventually time to get the stitching done, Jouno started telling you sweet nothings to calm you. Stating how proud he was of you for being able to withstand this type of pain and how you compared to no other. 

Jouno finally got to the needle was trying to insert into your skin without causing more damage. The pain was still rampant, nothing was making it better, not your tears, and not Jouno. Every sting of pain clouded your mind, you didn't know how long it had been since this whole thing started. Yet nothing calmed down in your pained breaths or aching body when Jouno Announced he was done stitching you. He took notice of your reaction and turned his head, he once again left. The door to the basement opened signaling that Jouno was back, he had a long fabric in his hand. 

He started to wrap you up in the towel he brought, not wanting to get anymore blood on him and the floor. After he successfully wrapped you in a blanket, Jouno simply placed you on his lap, hugging you and continued to praise you while saying his apologies. 

~

Ranpo:

I'm curious on how you would be able to have a nosebleed that is not caused by injury, maybe it's boiling in the house you're in, I don't know. This is the part where the author tells the audience that he has never had a nosebleed.  

Let's say for the sake of this, you accidentally hit your nose or the air is really dry for some reason in october. Ranpo would be freaking out while also childishly complaining about how he has to take care of you. It probably won't be that bad, just a lot of complaining.

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You were trying to remain calm and attend to your unfortunate bleeding that came from your nose as it trickled down your face. You were already tired and yet this was topping off the night. Hoping you had enough time before Ranpo came to check on you would be a blessing, but tonight was just not your night. Footsteps were approaching the bathroom, you quickly tried to clean the ever growing blood pouring down in a panic. Yet, no matter how hard you tried to make the bleeding less bad you ended up smearing it on your hands and face. The slightly already opened bathroom door got pushed open to its fullest. 

Ranpo was standing there with a lollipop in his mouth while you stood there panicked. He took a few seconds before complaining about how careless you were being and how you weren't even taking care of yourself correctly. He’d continue to blabber about how he had everything for you, you sighed in defeat trying not to take in his words seriously. However, his degrading words about who you were just kept on going while he was taking over what you were trying to do. He got done with fixing up your bloodied nose pretty quickly, while over doing his complaints. You let out a few tears at his harsh attempt at teasing, the night getting worse and worse at everything unraveling. Ranpo immediately stopped his complaints and got closer to you, stuck in your mind completely you failed to notice him pout. Finally he gave you a hug.

You began to shed more tears, sobbing on how tired you were of his complaints and how you didnt feel good enough. Ranpo hugged you tighter, he made his silence last longer, once the final words of pain fell out of your mouth, he spoke up. “I was just joking.”

Choosing not to speak after what was just said, you finally hugged him back out of the need to be comforted. You both ignored the smeared blood on your hands that were probably getting on the back of Ranpo's clothing. Neither of you paid any mind just resting in the comfort of each other's warmth. While his was blissful, yours was in discomfort. He snuggled up in your chest giving soft nothing apologies. 

At the end of his little blabbering, he spoke something that stuck with you for the rest of the night, “I wish you would get nosebleeds more often so we can have moments like these.” your eyes widen in a pained realization of what he ment. It's fine after all, he loves you.

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Margaret: 

Hoo boy, let's sum it down to you got injured on a mission, that injury could’ve been avoided but simply you were caught off guard, hypothetically. Let's also say, for the sake of this, you get a broken rib or hell just a broken arm.

You get to see that softer side of Margaret you rarely ever see. she stays with you awhile, scolding you for not being careful enough. Yet, for the “you almost got killed!” berating, she compliments you for being strong. 

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You lay down in a bed, agony coming from your chest, the pain killers you got to help the pain had yet to process in your body. The most you got was ice around the area where it hurt the most, you tried your best not to move, fearing the pain you felt. The door to your room opens, it's Margaret. You don't speak but give a small nod at her presence to avoid accidentally hurting yourself. She looks uneasy but still continues her way to your bedside, looking over you to make sure you’re okay. After getting a chair and sitting down in it, she starts to talk to you, firstly asking if you’re okay then getting into mission details with you. Margaret states how you gave her a shock, how fearful she got after how hard you got hit leading to your fractured ribs. Yet among the words she spoke of the accident during the mission, her turn of phrase hid a slight counterfeit to them. You brushed it off, taking in her worries about your current health as being genuine yet, it still felt off. It hurt to speak but you tried to slowly communicate back about mission details. 

Trying to stir the conversation to what could’ve been avoided. Margaret didn't let you get another word in, she tried to get you to rest more and that she would get you anything after you woke up again. A blanket of uncomfortability laid across your core, everything about Margarets person wasnt sitting correctly with you, she wouldn't let what was considered an accident, happen on purpose, right? She wouldn't let you get harmed for no good reason, right? You trust her right? Margaret took notice of your sudden clouded mind, trying to assure you it was okay, that you’ll be just fine. Her little smile meant so much she had to be genuine after all. Yeah, Margaret was just looking after you, so far the first person to check if you’re okay. 

“I’ll be back in an hour to see if you’re still awake, please try and get some rest.” 

She finally got up from where she was sitting and walked towards the door, her hand placed gently on the knob. She gave a slight turn to your direction. “It could’ve been avoided but I was in awe of you.” Margaret swiftly left out the door.

[satureja13]

Jack's Therapy Game (From the beginning -> here)

While Ji Ho was logged in in his Therapy game, Jack was preparing dinner and has an eye on Ji Ho through the new opening. And Sai is sitting at the counter, programming the interface for the Therapy Game so they can throw out an early beta version to help other creatures, as planned. He could do this in the therapy room, but it's more important to watch Jack rather than Ji Ho. (lol) Jack: "He's back! Can Ji Ho continue cooking so I can have a quick session? I've already come so far! Two of my spots are already gone and maybe today the third and I'd be pain free after all these months! Please, Sai. Hm, hm, HM?" Saiwa sighed: "Sure."

Jack is so excited to go back ingame and back to Lou ^^' Jack: "Lou and I will have a great day again. Maybe plan another fight at the Arena and then I will meet the Queen again and I will ask her out! Oh, I love this therapy!" Sai is a bit stressed about the release of their game but he's so happy for Jack. He had this painful rash for over 6 months now, after he left his fated mate and Alpha, Kiyoshi. Ji Ho and Jack changed gear and Jack was ready to go.

uhm

He's dead. Lying there in a pool of his own blood. It's still bright red.

'His eyes, they closed and his last breath spoke He had seen all to be seen A life once full, now an empty vase Wilt the blossoms on his early grave

Walk away me boy, walk away me boy And by morning we'll be free Wipe that golden tear from your mother, dear And raise what's left of the flag for me'

What's left of the Flag - Flogging Molly (One of the best songs ever! As if it was written for this scene.)

Oh no.

Meanwhile Ji Ho had put dinner in the oven and started to work on his Siren's Songs. He's still worried that his evil grandfather has his flippers in this and somehow managed that Ji Ho put a spell on Vlad when they first met so he can get a grip on his powers, like Morgan had claimed. They should somehow solve this and make sure they are safe before Ji Ho can start to have a real relationship with Vlad. And he's still afraid that the Council/his grandfather could try to influence his friends through his Siren's Songs. He should use them only sparsely and they should be very careful on the rare ocassions he sings them to calm his friends when they meet on the festivals in the wheel of the year so they can spend a carefree time together. If only for a few hours. But they also should be safe from the Council as long as they are here in the Otherworld.

And while he was lost in his thoughts, Jack showed up again. Ji Ho: "Why are you back this early, you just left?" Time passes faster ingame. Here, in the real world, only a few minutes, so Jack must have stood stunned for quite a while next to his dead body before the game logged him out. Poor Jack. Jack: "Uhm - I'm dead." Ji Ho: "No." Oh no. It just went so well for all of them! Jack getting rid of his pain, Ji Ho finding his King (and his buried down feelings) and Saiwa living happily on his Flamingo Island.

Sai heard them and came over and they had to tell him. Saiwa: "No." Well, getting killed in a therapy game is a big no-no. All the work and months of playtesting for nothing. What was Tiny Can thinking?

They sat in their 'office' where already the first meeting for the Therapy Game had taken place. Saiwa: "This is game over for the Therapy Game. I told you, one little weirdness and it's over." Jack is more shocked than anyone else about his ingame death, but he can't let go. Not being able to see Lou again, and the Queen, and finally getting rid of his pain... Jack: "But Sai, we've come so far. Don't you want to go back to your Island and heal? And what about poor Ji Ho? He could finally get his buried down feelings back and get rid of his trauma. And Vlad and him could finally be together - for real."

But Saiwa didn't budge. And Jack won't let go either. Saiwa: "There is a murder on the loose in the game. We don't know what happened to you and who it was. We can't go back. No way." Jack: "But what if this is part of my therapy? What if Tiny Can wants me to learn something from it and prosper? Maybe the death of the old me is just the beginning of a new, better Jack?" No one craves a new, better Jack more than Saiwa but: "Jack, what if Ji Ho gets killed? That would only deepen his trauma. You did not experience your death, didn't feel the pain and fear and cruelty that came with it. Maybe Ji Ho or me would."

Ji Ho: "But we can exit the game anytime if something happens. Maybe Jack is right. And we could try to solve the murder of Jack. This must have a meaning. Otherwise Tiny Can wouldn't have implemented it. Time only passes by ingame when one of us is logged in, we could plan our log ins to not loose precious time, find clues and look for witnesses and solve the murder of Jack." Jack: "Oh! That would be awesome! A Criminal Therapy Game!" Ji Ho is already two steps ahead, on the case ^^' : "In which area did you die?" Jack: "Uh, I was a bit out. But it looked like the clearing where Lou and I sparred, in the woods near Goldshire. And now that I recall it - it looked like my heart had been ripped out." Saiwa: "WHAT?" His heart? Ji Ho already has a hunch. He told the others about the incident in Saarburg and that he wants to research what has happened when Greg made the wish at the crossroads. That 'their hearts would change'... Maybe someone took it too literally? But who? Jack: "Detective Duath, we have a case!" Saiwa threw up his hands in surrender: "Fine!" Ji Ho: "But none of us is near Goldshire to look after Jack's dead body. You are still on the Island and I want to stay in Saarburg to investigate and I don't know if I'm free to leave whereever I want when we're back at the castle since I'm supposed to look for my King." It was quiet for a while. Until Jack remembered: "Lou mentioned his friend, the owner of Valerian. He's living in the village nearby. That must be NPC Jeb. Maybe we could send Jeb ingame to investigate the crime scene and look for evidence?" Saiwa took a deep breath in. Jeb. They haven't spoken since Saiwa, Ji Ho and Jack left for the beach house after Saiwa broke down. But this was months ago. And they'll have to go home eventually and solve this case too and have a talk with the others so they can live together again. Maybe this was Tiny Can's plan? Bringing them back together before they drift further apart and the happenings of the message from future Jeb take place? Now that he thinks about it again: They also found Tiny Can at that temple in Selvadorada where future Jeb had left them the message... Saiwa sighed: "Ok. Let's go home. Are you ready for this, Jack?" Jack: "I'm ready when you're ready, my friend."

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[sommerflue-22]

Little Things They Do... (Pt. 2)

Little things they do to show you they love you

Read the other parts: Part 1 // Part 3

Featuring: Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Yelena, Nicolo

Warning: Modern setting, gn!Hange

Word Count: 650

Author Note

Hi, this is another version of "Little Things They Do"! I've linked the first part above for you to read. Here is the song I listened to while writing this. These actions can be perceived platonically or romantically, whatever suits you. Let me know if you want me to write for other characters as well!

Hange

Not everyone can appreciate Hange the way they are, so enthusiastic in certain subjects to the point where they can explain stuff that can't be found in Wikipedia. Having you around them, someone who appreciates them and supports them in whatever they do, is something that Hange never takes for granted. Whenever you both are having a conversation, Hange likes to drop a few 'fun facts' or trivial knowledges they've attained in their free time. They make it sound amusing as well, like that one line from a Philomena Cunk episode "The Egyptians believed that the most important thing you could do in your life was die."

Erwin

Erwin most likely pays close attention to small details such as how your necktie is crooked, or a tiny splatter of ketchup in your cheek after you ate your food. He will fix it for you every time. Expect him to stop you from rushing somewhere when you're already late, just for him to fix your hair a little bit. Also the constant reminder for you to tie your shoes because somehow they're always undone. He's just afraid that you'll trip over your own feet. It's not like you're that clumsy and untidy, he just cares about you a lot.

Levi

Levi is the cleanest and tidiest person you've ever met in your entire life, but he just lets you do things that usually irks him out. Whenever you come over to his place, he'll let you leave your dirty plate or cup in the sink. He'll wash it for you. He let you touch his TV remote even though your fingers are greasy from your snack. He'll wipe it later. He let you work/do your assignments in his living room, your papers and miscellaneous stuff scattered around the place. He'll help you pick them up later. It's his way to repay your kindness because amongst his closest circle, you deal with his sad and gloomy side the most.

Onyankopon

Onyankopon will happily help you take aesthetic pictures for your social media, anytime, anywhere, even if it's really crowded. He'll go crouching down, tilting his body, all out to get the best pictures. He knows how to change the setting, the ISO and all, of both digital cameras and smartphones. He will tell you where to stand and which way to face, working with the light to complement your figure. He takes it seriously. It's rare to find someone who is willing to take pictures for you, let alone one who is really good at it.

Yelena

Most of the time Yelena is calm and composed, which is why she kind of insisted in speaking on your behalf. No matter if you both are in a restaurant, in a bar, or at the dentist, she will speak for you. She just noticed a long time ago how you often have a hard time explaining things, something that is really easy for her to do. At first she said it's because you take too long when ordering food, or your voice was shaking as you talk to strangers it bothers her. However, as the time goes by, you realize it's her way to take care of you. You don't have to worry when you're out with Yelena, she will handle everything.

Nicolo

You and Nicolo eat together, like, almost in every chance you both get. Be it a fancy dinner, or snacking together while watching a movie at home, you both love to share your food. For some reason, whenever you have to open a packaging, Nicolo will grab it and open it for you. Once he teared the packaging open, he'll give it back to you. Nicolo is also a big "do you wanna try my food" guy. He will cut half of his steak and move it to your plate. He will break a KitKat in two and share a half of it with you.

I've never written anything about Onyankopon, Yelena, and Nicolo but apparently it was fun. I think I have a crush on Yelena now idk. I hope you like it as well! Lemme know what you think :3

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Modern, sort of, Lucemond, Aemond is a painter)

Lucerys truly didn't mean to ruin it. He swears up and down he didn't see the uncapped paint on the floor. He really, really, really was sorry.

He knew how important that painting was to him, it was that of Alys, his ex-wife, though he wasn't sure why they divorced. He knew he loved that painting of her, draped in blue robes that are a bit translucent, with jewelry and embroidery, how he saw it as a challenge to paint an exquisitely detailed painting of her that took days to finish before giving it to her on her name day. She returned it after the final proceedings, saying she didn't want it anymore.

And now it had a splatter of black paint on it, covering the extremely detailed painting of jewelry and lace, some small parts even landed on her face. He did try wiping it off with tissue paper in a panic, hoping to wipe it off before the paint sets in, but the paint just spread, the details were skewed, and parts of the tissue paper where on the canvas. He then tried wet cotton balls, but it somehow managed to also take parts of the original paint off.

By the time Aemond returned, the lower half of the painting was unrecognizable, and Lucerys was damn well close to tears.

They were just getting better. They were finally in speaking terms again, Aemond even offered to help him learn how to paint, the very reason he was even allowed in Aemond's private painting room, something that, according to step-grandmother Alice, was a rare offer from Aemond. And now his mistake might have caused their entire fragile relationship to break into shambles again.

His started to cry when he saw Aemond looking at his ruined work, mumbling a mixture of sorry's, and I didn't mean to's. He continues to stare at his painting, with an expression Lucerys can't pinpoint, and that made him turn back to the anxious little boy he once was, afraid of rejection, afraid to be hated by his favorite uncle once again.

He didn't expect Aemond to cup his crying face so gently, nor did he expect him to wipe his tears with his thumb. He expected many things, but he didn't expect his uncle to comfort him.

"It's just a painting, what are you crying for?"

That just made it worse, curse his over reactive tear ducts. He tried calming himself, and cursed himself again when more tears were produced instead.

"I...I'm sorry.." He whispered, fearing that if he spoke any more louder, his voice would crack. "I ruined it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to..."

Damn these tears!

If it had been before, he was certain Aemond would call him a cry baby, a man of nine and ten, crying over spilt paint. In fact, he was so sure, so certain that that was what he would do now, besides angrily shouting at him for ruining his work. He heard of him shouting at Alys, his model and then wife, for moving, because he felt it ruined his vision. He didn't, though. Surprisingly. Really surprisingly. He was calm. Or he acted calm. Lucerys is in too much of a mess to notice the small details of Aemond.

"Yes, that you did."

Lucerys really, really should stop crying. Stop it. Stop it for gods' sake!

"That's alright. You can just help me recreate it."

Lucerys looked at him, trying to stop his hiccups, confused. He didn't even know how to paint, and that was Aemond's greatest work so far. How in the seven hells was he supposed to help him recreate the painting?!

"I'm afraid you might be mistaking me for a genius, uncle." He sniffed. "I barely know how to paint an alright flower."

"Oh, not in painting. No, I think you've shown just how disasterous that can be."

Lucerys fought to keep the pout off of his mouth, the hiccups subsiding a bit. Now that wasn't fair. It was an accident. Just because he didn't notice the uncapped paint on the floor before stepping on it, doesn't mean he would be horrible with a brush.

"I'm thinking more of...modeling."

It took a few seconds before Lucerys connected the dots, face burning as soon as he understood the implication. He glanced at the painting, at the slightly translucent robe. Surely his uncle wasn't thinking of putting him in that thing. Surely.

He glanced at Aemond, hoping to see a rare expression akin to an "I'm joking" face. He wasn't. He was serious.

"Uncle, I'm..I'm alright with modeling, but perhaps I can model something else? I'm sure you'd like to paint something different from-"

"Lucerys, you don't seem to understand. I don't mean to fully copy my original, I mean to expand, to better the old. And I do like challenging myself to make a better version of my masterpiece."

He felt himself relaxing a bit. So it wouldn't be like the original? He wouldn't need to wear that type of clothing?

"So, what exactly would you change, uncle?"

"Come tomorrow, and you'll find out."

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Lucerys couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, too embarrassed, as Aemond fixed the jewelry wrapped around him. He thought it would be embarrassing to wear Alys' slightly translucent robe. He would actually be glad to wear it now rather than the sheer monstrosity of the robe and everything else he was made to wear.

What his uncle brought out was fully transparent, (though it was rather soft, nice to the touch), and that wasn't even the worst of it. He was even made to wear bejeweled underwear, for the extra challenge of detail, his uncle said. By the time his uncle fixed the rest of the outer jewelry to exactly as he wished it to be, he headed to the sofa, where Alys posed, but was stopped by Aemond.

He leads him to the bedroom instead.

Aemond had already set things up, and only asked Lucerys to lay on the bed, fixing his pose. Though a bit uncomfortable, being in Aemond's bedroom and all that, he followed his uncle's orders.

"Place your hand a little higher...that's it. Beautiful, nephew."

He blushed a bit, not wanting to admit how much he enjoyed the praise.

"Now, don't move. If you're feeling tired, tell me, and we'll take a short break."

"Yes, uncle."

So he laid there, determined not to move, as he felt his uncle's eye roaming around his body. It was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and Aemond painting.

When the first session was done, Lucerys sat up, careful not to accidentally move the jewels around as much. Aemond helped him up to his feet.

"Well done, Lucerys."

This continued on for days, with Lucerys slowly becoming more and more comfortable with the transparent robe, with Aemond's eye on him, taking in every detail, the way an artist would.

During his final session, he was a bit sad to part with the robe. He built up a bit of courage to ask for it, and his uncle looked up him funny.

"This is the first time I've ever modelled, and I'd like to have it as a remembrance of sorts, please qybor?"

".... Alright."

When Lucerys was meant to leave, Aemond stopped him. "Lucerys, what do you think of modelling for my next painting?"

Lucerys was surprised with this. But, thinking about it, it was rather enjoyable. It made him feel...pretty, though he has yet to see the painting, (his uncle insists he would show it once it was ready) he liked the feeling of being treated like a piece of art. So he agreed.

When it was time for Aemond to reveal his new masterpiece, he only called for Lucerys. This made Lucerys both excited and nervous. It was his first time modelling, and he was also curious. How did the painting look like? Would it match up to the one with Alys? Would it be better? Or did he make it worse? Is that why he only called for him?

When Aemond revealed the painting, Lucerys gasped. It was beautiful. It was detailed. He can see now, why he only called Lucerys to see it. Had he called the entire family today, Lucerys would have exploded. His step-father would have tried to kill Aemond. His mother would have called him beautiful, while simultaneously cursing her half-brother to the ground. Aemond's mother almost fainted when Aemond showed her the original work with Alys, she might start chanting prayers if she saw this one.

"Quite a beautiful model you are, nephew." Aemond whispered in his ear. "Such a provocative body, with such an innocent face."

"I look forward to having you as my new muse."

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I reposted this because I forgot to add tags last time. 😅

If anyone was wondering, this photo from Twitter inspired me.

And I have to admit, it's a bit rushed😅

So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

[crimson0lake]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BROTHER!!

Happy (late) birthdays, Chuuya Nakahara!

Warnings: curses, mentions of knives, siblings being siblings, spoilers for upcoming chapters of bsd: One Time Sanity

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"ughh" with a groan the ginger slowly sits up on the bed, feeling his head already start to ache from how much his, somehow, sibling shout.

He rubs his eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness on him. His eyes look around the room he stays in, an old guest room which is now his own room in Haruto's flat.

"that bitch... Andres took my hat again.. for the seventh time..." He mumbles to himself before standing up and walking out of his room with an annoyed and irritated look. His clothes and sometimes wines were getting missing, clearly his reckless and annoying shit brother taking them, both having an one sided argument in the end everyday cause of it.

"ANDRES!! It's my first and last warning! Give my hat back or I'm gonna kick your ass!?" He rubbed his temples while shouting towards the big living room where a reply came without a second.

"Nuh uh"

"THE FUCK TOU MEAN 'NUH UH'?!?!?!"

"Nuh uh, fuck off"

A chuckle comes from the living room before Andres speaks up again

"FINE FINE.. I'll give it to you if you grow 2 inches in the next month!"

"I'M GONNA SHOVE THAT BROOM IN YOU ASS" Chuuya yelled angrily making his way towards the living room with flustered and angry face but his steps pause when the living room's lights suddenly go off and the flat falls silent.

"..." He was all confused and couldn't help but look around to see if anything was out of ordinary but finds nothing.

"Uhh... Guys? Are you alright?"

No answer comes from the living room only some sounds of footsteps.

'if it's another prank... I'm surely killing those two today...' Chuuya thinks as he slowly make his way to the living room before stepping inside the darkness.

After a couple of steps, where he suppose to be middle of the room, the lights suddenly turn on, causing his eyes to flash and slightly burn with sudden light before they open wide despite the burnt with the sound of synchronized voices.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!"

"wh-what..?" The ginger could only look at the three infront of him with confusion, he even forgot it was his birthday due to all those works and stuff happening in a short amount of time. Also, he don't remember telling them his birthday- How the fuck they knew about it?!

Luna approached him while holding the barely together cake with baking gloves. She smiles up at him while Andres and Haruto tes a sudden photo, using the rare opportunity of Chuuya's down guard.

"it's not much, but I only could do this much with the little ingredients we had... Sorry for that" Luna said after seeing Chuuya's still shocked and confused look towards the cake in her hands.

"No no.. it looks very good!.. I just wasn't expecting you guys to remember it.." The ginger only could utter the words out under his breath as he overcomes his shock slowly and runs his fingers back of his neck, trying to regain his composure.

His words had made the other two turn to him, making Haruto let out a amused chuckle before throwing one of his arms around Chuuya's shoulders.

"Of course we remember! What did you think?"

"we also remember how much you like those brand wines!" Luna continued with a smile before Andres added with a grin while wearing Chuuya's hat still

"and how much you care about your hats"

The twins go on and on of how much they knew Chuuya while haruto chuckled before clearing his throat and turning to Chuuya with a grin, meanwhile Chuuya was trying to wipe the tears that are forming in his eyes with a chuckle.

"the thing they are trying to say is that, you are a part of the family. We would know even the slightest details you don't even know about yourself. You are our brother; Even if you are a mafioso, even if you are strong. And even if you are short!"

The last sentence made Chuuya lightly punch Haruto's arm before the man laughs and turns away to go to the kitchen

"Now let's not waste more time and keep the cake waiting, or Andres and Luna would waste no second to clean the whole cake in just a few minutes.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Too Much | Chenle Imagine #3

Title: Too Much

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Warnings: mentions of a breakdown (yes another one), and good old stress

Word Count: 671

Author's Note: So um I did write this based on recent experience from my first job. I just added Chenle to it, partly because I love writing stuff for Chenle. Even though he isn't my bias (sorry Chenle), I think having someone like him in my life would be nice. Also thank you for all your kind words from my last post. I just get really annoyed with myself and especially my writing. But thank you for reading and listening to my tiny rants 😅.

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Chenle’s attention on the television moved away when he heard the clicking noise from inserting the passcode into the front door. The dimmed light of the room barely allowed him to see your figure come through the doorway. After kicking off your worn-out sneakers, Chenle could hear your soft footsteps padding across the wooden floor.

He barely felt your body sink on the couch cushion beside him. Your neatly tied ponytail from the morning was now droopy. Despite the lack of light in the room, Chenle could make out the faint dark circles under your eyes. 

“You should’ve just gone home to rest if you were tired,” He sighed. His hand reached to cup the right side of your face.

You didn’t say anything for a moment. But Chenle saw the stress screaming from your eyes. He didn’t need to ask if you were okay because he knew the answer. Eventually, you did speak. 

“I quit my job.” The four words fell from your lips with subtle despondency.

Somehow that sentence alone was able to set off the waterworks. The fresh tears almost burned as they streamed down your cheeks. A second didn’t even pass before Chenle’s arms were wrapped around you in a much-needed embrace. For once, the loud boy was silent. His hand quietly patted your back, as you softly sobbed into your hands.

Eventually, he noticed Daegal pawing at his legs. Then he smiled and picked up the small white dog to bring her to your face. Giggles would quickly erupt when you felt her tiny pink tongue lick across your knuckles. 

“I don’t know why I’m crying.” You pulled away slightly to grab a tissue from the coffee table and blew your nose. “I should be happy I won’t have to deal with all the crap I get at work after this month.”

Chenle’s lips parted as he gently put Daegal back on the floor. “It’s probably because you’ve been holding in all this stress from your stupid boss until now.”

You laughed again, impressed by your boyfriend. He knew you better than yourself. 

“You’re only eighteen, (Y/n)-ah.” He cupped your cheek again to wipe away any leftover tears. “You’re not Wonder Woman or Captain Marvel. You don��t have to carry all this weight on your shoulders.”

You shook your head in slight denial. “Everything has been too much lately. But I seriously thought I could hold it in a little longer.”

“You shouldn’t have to. Your boss is an idiot for losing such a strong and brilliant employee.” Chenle spoke as if he was stating the obvious. “Now you can find a place that knows and appreciates your value.”

You soaked in your boyfriend’s words, ultimately knowing he was right. No matter how much you hated yourself, you had to admit that these past months have contributed to your declining mental health.

“Thank you…for saying that and being by my side,” You sniffed a few minutes later. “What would I do without you?”

A snarky comment was on the tip of Chenle’s tongue. But he held back, knowing that’s not what you needed right now. He stared intensely into your eyes for a moment before placing a kiss on your forehead. Shortly after, he’d move down to your lips. You felt his warm lips brush against yours in light, heart-fluttering pecks. Until the sixth one, where he properly connected your lips into one long and slow kiss.

These intimate moments with Chenle were rare. But when you did share them, you felt closer to the singer than you were before. The two of you were able to communicate in a way that was almost telepathy. Chenle had become an expert in reading the emotions you weren’t even aware of. Perhaps, this was one of the reasons you and him were so compatible.

The rest of the evening turned into an unofficial binge-watching k-dramas date. That was how you two woke up the next morning being in the comfort of each other’s arms.

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[why-am-i-here-lol]

can you write an Echo x reader who just broke up with her bf? and echo just comforts her? tyyy!! <33

Yesss ofc we love a good comfort fic - enjoy <3 also sorry this took so long, I haven't posted in a hot minute 0-0

You knew it. Somehow you knew what was going on with your boyfriend before you found out. It was a sick feeling in your stomach like something wasn't right.

Earlier this evening you put your suspicions to the test, ultimately finding out that he had some twi'lek girls coming over whenever you went to your job at the GAR. You told him you were leaving on a mission when in reality, the medical chief gave you some time off. You saw them walk to your door, and you saw your boyfriend welcome them in like old friends... or more than friends.

Ever since then, you've been at work. The medics were all surprised to see you today, since you were supposed to be home, relaxing, enjoying your free time. A few asked you about it, but you just gave dismissive responses, too emotionally drained to deal with the stress. Since you couldn't work, you found a quiet place to settle, somewhere no one would think anyone would be.

You sat down, exhausted. And cried. You let out your frustrations, anger, sadness, insecurity, and utter despair. All these feelings and more seemed to whirl around you, like a tornado. You could feel it in your bones. Your fingers were getting tingly, and your heart just... hurt. It hurt with an intensity you rarely ever felt.

You lost track of how long you had been sitting there, in your secluded corner of an empty room, but you knew it had been a while by how much your butt hurt. You sat for a while more, working up the courage to get up, to face what happened. You knew you would have to talk to your new ex soon, but every time you thought of it, your heart would pound, your breathing becomes more shallow, and your heart would break all over again. You couldn't see him in your mind without seeing those girls waltzing and prancing into your home anymore. You couldn't see why you just weren't good enough for him. You were still shocked, even though hours had gone by.

You eventually stood up and stretched out a bit, getting extremely dizzy in the process. 'Man, I must have cried out everything I had in me', you thought.

You started to make your way out of the room, probably looking like a mess, but before you got too far, you bumped into someone and fell to the floor. They exclaimed in surprise, while you attempted to scramble to your feet.

"I'm so sorry!" you blurted, completely embarrassed. Your embarrassment doubled when the subject of your clumsiness called out your name and tripled when you recognized the voice. It was Echo. As in, the member of the Bad Batch whom you worked closely with, that you knew the least since he was still new. He grabbed your arms, helping you up as you babbled some sort of apology.

"Oh Echo! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, and I just- I'm sorry I wasn't paying atten-"

"Hey hey, it's okay," he assured, studying you to make sure you were in fact okay. Once his eyes studied your face though, his entire expression shifted. "Hey, are you okay?"

You remembered your appearance, and what it must look like for him. You fumbled over a response, never seeming to actually make a coherent sentence, but eventually gave up, just saying you were fine.

He saw right through this, of course, and thought it would be best to find a quieter place than the middle of the hallway to talk about this if you so desired. 'The barracks are taken by the others, so the Maurader might be the better option,' he thought.

"I know I don't know you as well as I should, but I know enough to know you aren't fine. Do you want to go to the Havoc Maurader and talk?"

You almost broke down then and there in that hallway. Why did it feel so... relieving for Echo of all people to just know that you weren't okay?

"Yes," you said, tears starting to well again. Echo quickly saw and wiped your tears with his thumb, looking at you with compassion.

"Hey now, you'll be okay. Let's go talk."

That's how you found yourself sitting on one of the small bunks in the Maurader, Echo sitting next to you.

"So.. what's going on?"

You stayed silent for a moment, before giving a hesitant answer.

"Just... Life stuff I guess." You looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction, and if he'd see right through you and push for an answer.

"Life must be really stressful right now then. With the state I caught you in, I'd say something big is going on."

You just looked down in response, feeling impressed to tell him more, but still not trusting fully that it would even do anything for you. 'He is taking really good care of you, you at least owe him an explanation,' you thought.

You sighed, making up your mind.

"I caught my boyfriend cheating on me today," you started, "and I'm just ... In a lot of pain from it."

"Whoever this guy is, he clearly didn't know what he had - or what he lost for that matter," Echo replied. "He didn't deserve you, and you deserve better than what he gave you." He paused for a moment, the silence making you really think before he continued. "I think for now, you need some food and rest. Time will heal. It's not easy, but you'll find it'll help you in the end and you'll be stronger than you were before."

You couldn't help your tears anymore, and once again your eyes started letting them out, first slowly, but surely speeding up as you lost your composure. You practically melted into Echo, who responded by wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug.

"Echo?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you'll be able to help me until things do get better? I mean.. I don't want to go through this alone," You explained.

"Of course I'll help you!" He exclaimed. "I'd do anything for you, actually." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly as you cocked your head in confusion. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks start to burn, your heart starting to beat a little faster.

"What?"

"Heh, I'll explain later. You don't need more on your mind right now," he said, smiling down at you.

You smiled at his consideration, already suspecting what he wasn't saying. The thought made you smile.

"Alright, if you say so." You waited a moment before continuing, "And for the record, I'd do anything for you too." You smiled at him, hoping he'd take the hint.

He did. He smiled at the thought of what could be.

"Thank you," he said, "but you need to rest for now."

"You're probably right," you laughed, "it's been quite a day." Your face turned solemn, thinking about all that had happened.

"I know it's not much, but you can take my hammock in the barracks for however long you need.

"That's more than enough, Echo, thank you. But what about your brothers? Wouldn't they question what's going on? What will you tell them?"

"They will want to know, but they understand privacy all the same. I'll only tell them what you want me to tell, if anything at all."

"I don't mind if you tell them," you started before yawning. "Although, I think it is time to get some rest."

"Agreed," he said, smiling softly.

You followed him through the halls to his barracks, still feeling sad, but strangely okay. You didn't feel better, but you had a new confidence that this would pass, you wouldn't feel this way forever. You knew you'd be okay with Echo. He would take care of you.

[timidblues]

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears || “Are you okay, Okay?” Jevil ask as he takes his hat off and gently wipes the tears away. || any verse

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears

What a day she had...first, she somehow got brought into a world full of strange creatures, but they also all wanted to attack her for some reason, too!

So, after a while of running away, she found herself in a secluded area, deciding to hide here to finally be left at piece.

She had rarely felt so scared before, and so the tears spilled, hugging her own bruised body for at least some sort of comfort. She had cuts all over herself, and she was hurting, who knew how long she'll need to recover from all of it?

But suddenly, a voice pulled her out of her thoughts, raising her head to peer up at whoever it was. Was that...a jester?...

The blonde thought, until it took his hat off and gently reached to wipe her tears dry. At first, she flinched and froze from the contact, but she quickly eased up seeing that he meant no harm.

* U-Um...

Sophia stammered, clearly taken aback by what has just happened. She didn't expect anyone to find her here, or at least so quickly, but she appreciated the kindness, for once.

* I-I'm just...v-very overwhelmed, and scared...I-I dunno where I am, and...I'm hurt...

The Lightner explained, choking on her own words and taking a shaky breath in while trying to refrain from crying more in front of the other. It was embarrassing.

[lovestruckelf]

Your Mother Loved You (Chapter 3)

Summary:

Thranduil embraces his newfound strength from a restful night's sleep in which he receives a much-needed message from the heavens. He and the prince share a rare moment, reminiscing over the one they have lost, and Legolas' resolve to see his mother again is stronger than ever as he carries out his plans to find that which will help him.

CHAPTER 3

Thranduil awoke to the sun radiating in from his balcony window, allowing the warmth to fill his tired soul. Before opening his eyes to greet the new day, he allowed himself this moment to completely surrender to the warm embrace resonating around him. He believed it to be an extension of the loving embrace of his late wife whose loss still tormented his wounded heart. While in this calming state, Thranduil was thinking about the dream that had transpired during his deep rest. He was unable to remember the whole of it, but he did remember a face; the only face he longed to see. Hers.

He had held her closely to his chest as he lay kisses over the top of her head, along her cheek, and finally reaching her lips where he lingered, surrendering to the sensation. Sighing deeply, he tried to find the words he needed to say, and each time he opened his mouth to start speaking, he stopped. Somehow, she knew what her husband’s mind was trying to ask so she provided her response.

“I know, my love. I know. Life has not been kind to you and yet you live each day for that of your kingdom and our son. You must be kinder to yourself now and allow yourself to grieve my death after all this time. Stop pushing it aside. Allow yourself the tears that you’ve been hiding away to flow from you, taking away the sorrow a bit more each time.”

Thranduil holding her face gently between his hands as his forehead rests on hers, eyes closed, and listening to each word like a prayer. He breathes deeply and manages to say, “But what of Legolas? I am not strong enough to grieve for you while he still suffers terribly from the memories of that day. The day we… lost… the day you…” Thranduil could not bring himself to finish the sentence.

The Queen placed a gentle but affirming hand on the side of Thranduil’s face, making him look into her eyes. “Yes, Legolas has suffered greatly. His memories of my passing will never fully heal, nor will they fade, however, he is strong. As time goes on, he will be able to think of me without firstly remembering that fateful day. Instead, he will reminisce about the memories we shared during our brief time together, and where there have been tears of sadness, they will be replaced with the warmth of a smile. It will happen. Have faith in Legolas. He has your will about him and with you healing alongside him, this will pass. I promise you.” She leaned up and gave Thranduil a reassuring kiss before embracing him until a blinding light surrounded them and she was gone.

Thranduil slowly opened his eyes and while he felt the moisture of his tears in the corners, he allowed a small, subtle smile to creep into the corner of his mouth. “Ok, meleth nin. I believe you; I feel you. I love you,” he whispered as he slowly rose from his bed. Swinging his legs over the side, Thranduil wiped his face with the palms of his hands, and he could swear he felt the grasp of his wife’s hand on his shoulder, reassuring him that he would get through this. Allowing the smile to grow a little more, he took a deep breath and rose to stand, allowing his newfound strength to lead him through this day.

Legolas was also in the process of rising for the day. Having woken up a little earlier than his father, he was already dressed and ready to face the challenges ahead as he thought over his plans. He strolled through the halls of the palace to meet his father for the morning’s meal. A ritual of sorts they had incorporated to ensure that they both received quality time together in between his father’s Kingly duties. As it was just the two of them now, this time together was extremely precious to both the King and the prince.

Legolas opened the doors to his father’s chambers and walked toward the dining area to take a seat opposite his father. “Legolas. Good morning, son. How was your rest?” Thranduil asked, pleased that his son had slept through an entire evening peacefully, or so Legolas would have him believe. “Well, father. And yourself?” Legolas asked curiously, knowing the assistance his father took to welcome the slumber. Keeping a curious ear out for any hint of his mother’s appearance during the sleep. “Yes, I rested very well indeed. Better than I have in a long time. Perhaps I will be able to enter today’s meetings with my full attention instead of wishing I was anywhere else.” Legolas let out a little chuckle at the notion. “Father, even on your best days you would wish you were elsewhere. Don’t pretend you’ve ever personally invested your full attention in those tedious meetings.” Thranduil let out a hearty laugh at Legolas’ words. “I fear you are correct, my observant prince.”

Legolas tried not to stare at his father, but he could not remember the last time he had heard laughter escape him as it did just now. It had certainly been before his mother’s passing. What had the King in such high spirits this day considering the state Legolas saw him in the night before?

“Still, entering those “tedious” meetings as you so eloquently put it, will be far more bearable after a full night's sleep.” The King remarked. Noticing the look on his son’s face, he questioned Legolas. “What troubles you so that you look upon me with such perplexity?” Legolas quickly changed his facial expression that he hadn’t realised he was making and looked down at his hardly-touched meal. “Legolas, please, what troubles you?” his father pushed.

“Nothing, Father. I mean, well, yes. Forgive me if I speak plainly?” Legolas asked.

“I welcome it, my son. Tell me” Thranduil replied.

“It's just that… I cannot remember the last time I heard you laugh.” Legolas stated before taking a deep breath and continuing, “In fact, I cannot remember the last time I saw your smile and your heart appearing to be this… light. What has changed suddenly?” he asked as he remembered his father’s broken state from the night before.

“I see.” Thranduil began, “It saddens me to hear these words, but it saddens me more to find myself agreeing with your thoughts. I suppose there has not been much these past few decades to find humor in. There was a time when I would engage in laughter often. Usually when I was with…” he hesitated, “… in the company of your mother. She helped me to find the joy in life.”

Legolas didn’t look up from his plate as he listened to his father speak about her. The pain was still too near and not often since that day had the King even mentioned the woman who brought him into this world. Thranduil noticing the grief creeping into his son’s heart, reached over and took one of Legolas’ hands into his own. “She is with us, son. Can you not feel her? She looks upon us even now and provides us with the strength to endure.” At the sound of these words, a gust of wind entered the chambers from the balcony window and flowed through to the area where the two royal elves were currently seated, hand in hand. Thranduil closed his eyes and felt the breeze flow through him while Legolas watched his father’s reaction. He wanted so desperately to feel his mother’s presence around him as his father did but was unable to allow it into his heart for fear of being disappointed.

“I want to, father. I want to feel her around me and believe she is here as you do. Something is preventing me, and I do not know what”. Legolas declared.

“Faith, Legolas,” Thranduil answered. “Know that she loves you and would see you smile again. She would not have you remember her with sadness in your heart. Instead, she wishes for you to remember her whole. The little moments that you both shared. Fleeting laughs and meaningful words between you both. That is her wish, my son. If you allow her spirit into your heart, she will guide you”.

Legolas looked upon his father who was returning his son’s gaze with love and hope. “H… how do you know this is her desire?” the prince asked, pulling his hand away from his father. Thranduil hesitated before answering, not wanting to worry his son. “A dream, Legolas. She appeared in a dream and informed me of such.” Curiosity washed over the prince, “She came to you? Why?” Legolas asked remembering the medicinal tea he overheard his father mention to Feren the night before. “I do not know,” Thranduil said, “but I welcomed it as I have been finding myself lost without her wisdom. Whether or not it was her spirit or my mind longing to speak to her, it was a good dream and one I would have again given the chance.”

Hearing these words just cemented Legolas’ resolve. He longed for such motherly wisdom and comfort and as such, he would see that she would appear to him this night. Noting the concentrated look on his son’s face, Thranduil stated, “Come now. Let us finish our meal and move forward with our newfound strength from the message gifted to us. I shall be heading to the first of many “tedious” meetings in a few moments. What will you do this day, young prince?”

Legolas hesitated briefly as he quickly thought of a story to tell his father. Then he remembered about the hunting party that was to depart soon to the forest. “The kitchen staff has informed me that the food supplies are beginning to dwindle. I had plans to go hunting to replenish the stores.”

“Very well then. I shall ensure that the relationships between Mirkwood and the surrounding areas are strong while you ensure the people of Mirkwood are fed and nourished” Thranduil announced proudly. “Unless, future King, you would prefer to join me in today’s consultations.” A mischievous smile appeared on the King’s features. “Father, while your offer is generous for that of one in your position, I regret that I will have to pass on such an opportunity.” Legolas smiled back at his father. Thranduil clapped his son on the back of his shoulder as he made his way for the door of his chamber. “I thought as much. Go, enjoy your hunt. Aim true, my son. Don’t prolong the suffering of that which would sustain us.” And with that, Thranduil left his son alone in his chamber, not having any reason to suspect any wrongdoing from the prince.

Legolas stood from his chair, looking down at his half-eaten meal. He placed his hands flat on the table, hunched over slightly, and let out a sigh with his head hanging low. “I will see her again. I must see her again. Tonight” and with that, he made his way to his father’s cupboard where the basic medicines and herbs were kept for the King’s private use should he require them. Legolas gently moved things around desperately searching for that one item that would allow him to see her again.

[wren-of-the-woods]

OKAY i am home i am showered i am Cozy and Tucked In let’s do this

i know we know i’m foaming at the mouth for the renfri fic so imma switch it up a bit, i want to hear about king radovid saves the day and jim please stop!

Okay I am now home and showered and I've finished all my assignments for today so here we go! Thank you so much for the ask <3

King Radovid Saves the Day is a fic I started shortly after the last part of season 3 but have only continued recently, inspired by the thought that it could be quite convenient for Jaskier that his lover now has an army. It also features a bewildered Geralt! Here's a snippet:

Radovid holds Jaskier closer. Jaskier opens his mouth, searching for anything else to say that could possibly take the horrifyingly sad look from Radovid’s face, when— “Is anyone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” asks Geralt.   Jaskier and Radovid jump apart in equal parts surprise and automatic embarrassment. Somehow, Jaskier had completely forgotten his friend was in the room. Radovid wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his fur robe, swallows, and shakes himself a little, turning to face Geralt.  “This is your witcher?” he asks. Jaskier has heard that question many times over the years, usually with derision or shame directed at one or both of him and Geralt, but rarely with such gentle curiosity, let alone with the rough voice of someone recently on the verge of tears. “He is,” says Jaskier, while Radovid takes a deep breath to compose himself more thoroughly.  “It is an honor to meet you,” says Radovid to Geralt. “To have inspired such songs and such loyalty, you must be a great man.”

Jim Please Stop Almost Getting Killed is one of my first tentative forays into the Star Trek fandom! It's set after an episode in TOS s2 where Kirk almost dies and the basic premise is that Spock was a lot more worried about it than he let on. I'm having a lot of fun with it so far! Here’s a bit:

Still looking at his hands, Spock paused for a moment before speaking. “I admit that I would have found it most disagreeable if you had lost your life in that mission.” Jim smiled a little, gentle and a bit sad. “I wouldn’t have exactly been pleased with it either.” Spock continued as though Jim had not spoken. “Were you to perish, the ship would feel your absence most keenly.” Jim considered him for a long moment before, throwing caution to the winds, he spoke. “And you? Would you feel it?” For the first time in several minutes, Spock finally looked up and met Jim’s eyes. “I admit that I would have, captain.”

Also, because you’re the best, here’s a bit of the Renfri fic <3 in the name of spicing things up, it’s a song rather than prose!

The shrike with hooked beak Will come for the weak She’ll catch you before you can flee She’ll seize you with claws Before you can pause And carry you off to her tree With strength hard and true She’ll run you right through And leave you to rot on a thorn And before you expire All that you’ll desire: Is that you had never been born

(From this ask game)

[batheir]

"because... it's just hard. i've spent my whole life in my loner corner because of not trusting people and i suppose this is what applies to here, too. it was fatal at what i felt when i was waiting for you and you never appeared and then i find what i found on social media even if you have debunked it all now." she isn't trying to hold it against him, but her mind and heart can't just suddenly recover from it so quickly. "well beyonce got cheated on. i don't even particularly like a lot of pop music, but i can recognize she can sing and she's beautiful. and even she was cheated on." her dad never cheated on her mom, her mom never cheated on her dad, but she recognizes they are two rare types of people. and with his blonde friend around who came first, she just has wary feelings about it. "and if you wanted to be with me, then i don't get how or why you'd be getting chummy with that other girl." that's why she has an inkling of distrust, even if he claims the pictures 'aren't what they look like'.

"exactly.. you can't do that to yourself." helena agrees, glad he sees her point about his father. being someone's safe haven sounds so sweet... that she feels a pang of guilt for her emotions being so wrapped up in being indecisive on pushing him away or not. "and if you hadn't forgotten, you would've said no to her?" his friend. "you don't need to apologize so many times... that makes me feel bad, because i accept your apology." glancing down at him nuzzling against her icy shoulder, even if she's still on the fence. would the solution be just not invite him to future things to not get her expectations let down? or would that create a bigger issue? that just stresses her out too. "i forgive you, alexander. i'm just still– unable to stop crying about it. clearly." like a giant embarrassing idiot. swallowing hard at his sleeve wiping away her tears, somehow causing more tears to form. "at this point, i'm just crying because the sun is sinking for the day." she claims, gesturing at it with her own blouse sleeves covering her palms. feeling agitated and deeply depressed by the entire world around.. maybe it was a little attempt to derail why she's crying, but she also does feel ridiculously sad in a pms way it's sinking. leaving the horizon as seconds deteriorate, looking towards it as teary eyes turn into seas of honey against the golden, deep orangey rays.

“but?   but what?”   alex echoes quietly,  resting his chin on her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist,  holding her close to him.   anxiety gnawing at his insides,  making it difficult to breathe,  he’s always been a profound believer in the theory that using the word but in a sentence invalidates everything that came before it.   the only part that truly matters is what comes after it.   “why do you find it so hard to believe that you are the only one for me?   have you ever looked at yourself,  helena?   do you realize just how wonderful you are?”   and he’s not talking solely about her looks.   it’s her personality that matters the most,  her brain and heart and soul.

“my dad is…   well,  i have stories for days,  but you’re right.   there’s not much i can do to help him at this point.”   and he’s yet to learn how to offer him a caring: i’m here if you need me and let go.   but she’s helping him see things in a different light,  offers solutions to his problems and he really wants to change his life,  for the both of them.   he doesn’t want to be the ghost of old alex nilsen,  constantly worrying about something instead of being present.   helena deserves better than this,  deserves his full attention.   “the difference between you and my family is…   i feel like you’re my safe haven.   when i’m with you,  i can just be myself and breathe and say whatever it is that i want to say.   if i wanted to say no to you,  i would just do it.   with my family,  it’s different because our relationship is different.   i practically raised my brothers so i’m responsible for them,  and you just pointed out that my relationship with dad isn’t ideal so…   what i’m trying to say is you’re not just another burden or responsibility to me,  helena.   if anything,  you’re the opposite.   you’re my best friend,  my partner and i’d like for you to be my girlfriend one day.   i’m serious about all this.”   he nuzzles into her shoulder,  rubbing his cheek against her cold skin.  ��

“i’m so sorry,  helena.   i’m so sorry ‘bout not showin’ up.   i’ll always regret it.”   with her face so close to his,  he can easily see her tears even if she’s trying to hide them,  and they rip his heart to shreds.   she has every right in the world to feel this way,  to be disappointed with him,  to hate him.   the event was so thoughtfully planned and so important to her,  and where was he?   in colorado.   “please,  forgive me.   let me make it up to you.”   he uses the sleeve of his sweatshirt to clean her face,  ignoring the fact that he’s most likely just smearing her make-up and staining the fabric.   “you’re the most important person in my life.   i can’t lose you.”