#and how sweet and kinda heartbreaking that was when you realized that even though he felt jordan hated him this whole time

[hannathecartoonlover]

I LOVE this man @candyheartedchy he is the cutest guy ever I would like hug and give this man so much affection I am not even kidding I actually had a crush on him since I found out about the show which was 2020 and that was also when I was in my fnf phase BUT I still love wilt I have been trying to find the show to watch it fully

Wilt

I find it cute that he named one of the puppies Michael.

[imawreck]

His

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky broke up a few months ago against your wishes, and you’d been trying to move on. When Bucky sees you flirting with another member of the team, he leaves for the next mission to avoid getting in your way. Unfortunately, the mission goes bad, and Bucky isn’t himself when he comes back. He also has a lot to say…

Author’s Note: I realize that in most of my fics Thor is the other romantic interest/situationship, but you CANT tell me that man wouldn’t flirt up a storm with a beautiful woman any chance he got. Also, this is my first smutty fic so feedback and comments would be much appreciated! This is on the more explicit side, so please read with caution.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions self loathing/guilt (it’s Bucky, kinda normal), choking kink, Possessive!Winter Soldier, flashbacks, hair pulling, fingering, metal arm kink, dominant!winter soldier, probably some more but those are the big ones.

Word Count: 4,850

Breakups are ugly most of the time, and almost always one sided.

You and Bucky had been apart for at least three months. You’d stopped counting, wanting to forget it and focus on anything else. It was easier that way, to ignore the heartbreak and clutter up your life with other things to do.

Unfortunately, you still lived in the same tower on the same floor, right across from one another. He was constantly around, and no mattered how hard you tried, you just couldn’t avoid him.

It was hell.

And it was only hell because Bucky hardly gave you a good reason for the break up. Sure, you had your arguments. Mostly about his past and how much better he thought you deserved, to which you’d list all the reasons he was wrong. In reality, those weren’t really arguments. It was just Bucky having a low point, which you were more than willing to help him work through. Outside of those moments, you had felt that your relationship with Bucky was near perfect.

So when he had come back from a mission and broke up with you, his only reason being ‘I can’t be with you,’ it’d been a slap to the face. Like someone had shoved a knife in your heart and twisted.

The worst part was that he wouldn’t even allow you the chance to talk to him afterwards. Every time you were in the same room together alone, he’d find every reason not to speak with you.

So, you’d taken the hint and were now trying to figure out a way to move on.

That was made a little easier when a certain God of Thunder made his interest known to you. Thor was sweet, charming, and a little goofy. Not to mention handsome, with his blonde hair and sky blue eyes.

He’d made an effort to woo you not long after you’d parted from Bucky, and you’d informed him that the breakup was hard for you and that you couldn’t really do something new right now. Thor had been surprisingly understanding, and even took to just being friends quite well. Granted, he was still flirty, but he knew where you both stood and was always happy to lend an ear when you needed one.

He turned out to be just the friend you needed.

From the outside looking in, none of the others thought it was ‘just friends,’ especially when Thor would openly show his interest in you. Especially to a certain Super Soldier.

Bucky was painfully aware of what was going on between you and Thor even though he desperately tried not to be.

His super hearing picked up on the soft laughter you and the god would share, on the hushed whispers you’d exchange late over a mug of coffee when you thought everyone was asleep. His every fiber was attuned to you, and he couldn’t help but fixate on your presence.

You were like gravity to him, and he always found himself near you when he knew he should be as far as humanly possible. He saw the little looks you shared when Thor would compliment you, noticed your shy smile when the god would enter the room. He could tell that Thor was winning you over slowly but surely.

He couldn’t fucking stand it.

So it wasn’t a big surprise when he shipped off on the next mission possible.

You worried, your heart still set on loving him, but you tried to pay it little mind. And after a few days, it actually helped. You felt better, found yourself smiling more. You were beginning to move forward.

That was, until the jet was reported missing. Then Bucky was all anyone could talk about in the tower.

Thor tried his best to keep you in the dark about most of what was going on, and it wasn’t hard seeing as you were just a rather good strategist and not a serious Avenger. You were only really included in skimming over preplanned attacks and making sure they hadn’t missed anything critical.

But word still spread, and worry was ever present.

Needless to say, it was very strange when Mr. Stark called you into a private meeting with himself and two other of the elite team.

“Y/N,” He spoke softly in the kind of tone that lets you know that whatever he says next is going to ruin your whole week. “There’s a situation with Barnes.”

You frowned, eyebrows scrunching at him from where you sat at the rather empty end of the long black table. “I’m confused. Bucky and I broke up months ago. Why are you talking to me about it?”

Steve, who you’d befriended while dating his best pal, looked at you with poorly concealed pity from his seat next to Stark. “Because we know he still means a lot to you and that you’re our best hope in this situation.”

That didn’t make you feel better about whatever was going on at all. “What do you mean ‘this situation?’” You eyed them both, before dragging your eyes over to Doctor Banner who hadn’t done much more than stare at you with a concerned expression bordering on panic.

Stark pressed his fingers to his forehead, “Barnes got triggered on his mission and has infiltrated the tower. We have reason to believe he’s after you.”

You gaped at him. That didn’t make any sense. You weren’t important, at least not as important as one of The Avengers. “Me? Why me?”

“We’ve silently shut the building down and we’re working on evacuating the floors without anyone freaking out.” Tony went on, ignoring your questions, “He doesn’t know that we’re aware he’s here, and we’re trying to keep it that way.” Tony motioned towards a monitor, and the image of Bucky popped up on the screen.

Only he was in your room, and he was dragging his fingers over the picture of the two of you that was perched on the nightstand. They way his fingers smoothed over the glass, the slight pinch in his brows as if calculating instead of recalling. It was like he’d never seen it before in his life. Like he had no connection to the image of himself.

It was a picture he had taken, his arm extended and a smile on his face with your lips pressed to his cheek. You had meant to take it down and stuff it in the box under your bed with all the other memories you had hid from sight, but it was just too painful. You needed something to hold onto.

You watched through the screen as he moved around your room, taking note of certain things and taking careful precautions to ensure that anything he moved was set right back in place. It was eerie to watch a man who was once so comfortable in your space tread with so much hesitance. Like it was the first time he’d been in the space all over again.

“Y/N.” It was Steve’s gentle timbre that brought your attention away from the screen this time. He tried to smile, though it was clearly forced. “We need you to lure him down towards the lower levels. We have to get him to a room where we can better contain him. If he finds out we know he’s back and not… him, then he could snap.”

“You want to use me as bait? For the Winter Soldier?” You stared at them both with wide eyes, panic blooming in your chest. “This is insane!”

Steve sighed, “Y/N… Bucky told me about the incident that happened in the beginning of your relationship.”

Your attention zeroed in on the blonde’s words, your breath hitching.

“He told me what could’ve happened… and what didn’t.”

You walked down the corridor of the Stark tower office floor heading back towards your desk from a late night research meeting with a few of your coworkers. You had decided to stay later than the others so that you could collect and organize the information you needed for the meeting with Mr. Stark the following morning. It was very late, and you were tired, the heels you wore had begun to irritate the soles of your feet hours before.

You clutched the files you collected in your arms, heels clicking on the glossy floors and echoing into the dimly lit corridor. So dim that you didn't see the silhouette of the man standing just feet from you until it was too late.

You only saw a flash of silver before the door beside you was torn open and you were roughly shoved inside. Cleaning supplies clattered onto the floor, spilling liquids over your feet as you cried out. A hand clamped over your mouth, and your head hit the wall with a thunk.

Stormy blue eyes stared at you, cold and unfeeling. Eyes you had seen just days before smiling at you and filled with life.

Your lips moved to say his name against the cool metal of his hand, but his grip on your face was nearly bruising. You could only stare back in fear and attempt to press your body further from him.

He didn't speak, only stared at you and kicked the door to the closet shut.

Fear was a living thing in your stomach, writhing as his eyes snaked down to your red heels and back up again. His head tilted to the side, as if he was trying to remember something. But his eyes remained cold and unrelentingly empty. His flesh hand came up to press a finger threateningly to his lips.

‘Quiet.’

You weren't stupid enough to scream, not with the way he was looking at you, with how close he was. When he removed his hand, you did exactly as he wanted. Silence hung in the small closet, suffocating you. Would he kill you? What did he want? Why hadn't he killed you already?

The cool metal of his palm slipped further down, wrapping around your throat and pressing against your thundering pulse. Your head pounded along with it, and a foggy feeling settled over your mind.

But your lungs still filled with air, and you remained aware. The pressure of his hand was ever present, but it was light enough not to cause real damage... Almost like he didn't want to hurt you.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, the movement catching your eyes. His body leaned forward, his nose pressing into your neck and his warm breath hitting your skin. Goosebumps rose in its wake, and that lick of fear heightened again. He was acting so strangely, and the longer it went on the more unsettling it was.

When he pulled away, there was a heat in his eyes that wasn’t there before. A hunger, and… and recognition.

“Hello, Beloved.”

“We know that he didn’t hurt you, and that he displayed… certain feelings towards you.” Steve’s voice brought you out of the memory, dragging you back to the reality at hand.

The one where he wants you to put yourself smack dab in the path of the Winter Soldier.

“You’re serious about this?” You blink up at him, trying to gauge if he was joking or not. Level headed as Steve was, you trusted him with your life. But this? This was terrifying and completely unexpected. Ridiculously dangerous.

“It’s the only nonviolent way we can think of. And we’re almost certain there’s no high risk for you.” Steve tried to give you a reassuring smile, tried to hide the hint of unease that shone in his tense shoulders.

“You’ve all lost your mind.” You laugh, sighing and raising your chin. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Apparently, so had you.

You stared at the metal doors of the elevator, your heart pounding with each toll of the floors passing. This was probably—no, was— the riskiest thing you’d ever done in your life. You trusted Steve and Mr. Stark, but your brain was trained to find the flaws in plans like this. And so many things could go wrong.

“It’s okay, Y/N.” Steve said calmly into your ear, startling you. You’d forgotten they’d given you the earpiece. “I’ll be here the entire time. I’ll guide you through the compound and make sure you stay out of danger.”

You nodded, even though you weren’t sure if they could see you.

“Bucky is leaving your room. We’re going to drop you off in the commons area of your floor. All you have to do is make some noise and then head for the stairwell. Just listen to me, and I’ll get you through this.” Steve sounded so confident in your ear, but it did little to soothe the nerves.

The elevator leveled out, and the doors quietly opened. The large living room opened up before you, unnervingly bright and welcoming despite the danger you knew lurked just down the hall. You stepped out onto the carpet, walking towards the kitchen. Your palms sweat, heart pounding, as you made your way up to the cabinets.

You just had to make some noise. Easy, right?

But your body wouldn’t move.

“Y/N.” Steve’s voice called in your ear again, gently coaxing you from where he watched the cameras. “Make some noise, and then head for the stairs.”

You swallowed, nodding again, and reached with shaky hands towards the cabinet. You grabbed a bowl, and hesitantly set it down on the granite counter. The echoing pok of the ceramic felt too loud in your ears, like a gunshot.

“Good, now move quickly. He’s just down the hall headed your way.”

The words sent a chill down your spine… and something else followed. Something you’d never felt before.

You headed towards the stairs, but your feet felt like lead weights. Like you couldn’t move fast enough even though you knew you were going as fast as you could.

But you could hear the faintest scuff of boots coming behind you and the sound sent your heart into a frenzy.

You raced down the stairs, tripping a few times before righting yourself and continuing your decent down towards the lower levels. Your floor was four levels up from ground level, which meant you had six floors in total to descend before you could get to the containment floor.

Six flights of stairs being chased by The Winter Soldier. A superhuman man who was definitely faster than you, and probably wanted to do something terrible to you. Like a wolf hunting a sheep.

Oh God.

The thought only served to spur the panic rising in you. You kicked up your speed when the door slammed behind you, footsteps pounding after you as the dark silhouette of Bucky Barnes rounded the stairs two flights above.

He took the stairs four at a time, his long legs swallowing up the distance between you. The panic clawed its way up your throat in a strangled cry, and the sound just seemed to quicken his pace.

“I’m not fast enough!” You tried to keep your voice even, tried to keep it quiet in the echoing stairwell so that the soldier behind you would hear.

“You’re almost there, Y/N. Just keep up the pace. Two flights left and—“ but he didn’t get to finish his sentence.

You watched in shocked horror as Bucky’s figure leapt over the railing and plummeted towards the ground. He dropped several flights before his arm snapped out and wrapped around the railing. The sound of metal hitting metal rang out around you as the railing dipped under the crushing pressure.

He hauled himself back onto the stairs just before you. Those cold eyes found yours, dark hair framing sharp features, painting him into something primal. Something wild.

That feeling pounded through you again, skittering along your spine and raising the hairs on the back of your neck. You still couldn’t place it, not with him stepping towards you with a look that promised violence.

You heard Steve’s voice ordering something over the earpiece, but it was distant. It became clearer a moment later. “We’ve got a team heading in. Just… just hang in there.”

You swallowed, but your throat had gone dry in the presence of the assassin before you. His eyes held you in place as his towering form finally stopped a stair below you, leveling with you face to face. So close you could count the stitches in the Kevlar of his suit.

You felt your body shaking, heard your heart thundering in your ears as your chest rose and fell with each short breath you managed to drag into your lungs.

And he watched every move you made.

His head titled to the side exactly like it’d done the first time you’d been trapped with him. His gaze never left you, eyes wandering over your face and heaving chest before that faint look of recognition settled into those hollow eyes.

And then that heat you’d seen before consumed them.

He stepped forward, and you answered with a step back. For each one he took, you pedaled backwards until your body was plastered against the wall. When you tried to flee back up the stairs, his metal hand planted itself against the wall inches from your head.

You were utterly trapped.

Rough Russian left his lips in the softest whisper. The sound was the same as you’d heart him say before, though you didn’t understand it.

Not until now, as the earpiece Steve had given you translated his words as he spoke them.

“Hello again, Beloved.”

Those blue eyes bored into yours, as his other hand came up to brush your cheek with a gentleness you didn’t think he was capable of.

“He’s kept me from you for so long.” Bucky’s body leaned forward, caging you against the wall. His metal hand remained pressed against the wall beside you, and the other dragged across the skin of your neck and shoulder in an almost reverent manner.

Bucky’s— no, this wasn’t Bucky. This was the part of Bucky he kept farthest from you. This was a man known for cruel, unimaginable violence. An assassin known by reputation around the world by both hero and criminal alike and feared by all. This was the Winter Soldier.

Winters lips brushed your jaw, stubble tickling the column of your throat as his voice rumbled against your skin. “Kept you to himself. Never let me touch you. Worried I’d damage you, Beloved. Couldn’t see you needed me.”

His teeth nipped at your skin, and a shiver rolled down your spine in answer. That feeling tugged at your mind again, spurred by his words. But still, you couldn’t place it. Not with your mind consumed by his statements and barely contained yearning.

When his head lifted to find your eyes again, the fingers of his right hand tangled themselves in your hair and pulled hard enough to have your scalp stinging. His next words were guttural and biting, “And then he let you go.”

Winters grip loosened a bit, but his hold on your hair remained. “He pushed you away, and then that god tries to take you from me?” His eyes held you, demanding your utter attention as his head shook slowly, “You don’t belong to him.”

Tugging your lip between your teeth, you clenched your eyes shut. God, you wished Bucky would say that to you. Having Winter here saying these words with Bucky’s voice, Bucky’s face. Touching you with familiar hands…

Heat had begun to pool low in your belly.

The words were spoken in English. “Open your eyes.”

There was no room for objection in his voice, so you did as he said. With his jaw was set in an angry line, and those blue eyes boring into your soul, he leaned in closer. “He thinks that being with you is too dangerous, that you aren’t safe with… with us.”

“What?” Your heart hammered in your chest at his words. It was the first real reason as to why Bucky had broken up with you.

Those silvery blue eyes zeroed on your lips as he spoke again. “He thinks we can’t protect you, that I’ll hurt you. That somehow being further from you keeps you safe from what comes with being what we are.” His metal hand left the wall in favor of brushing over your lower lip and trailing the cool tips of his fingers down to the dip of your breasts and back up to the column of your throat. “I’d never hurt you, not the way he has. Not if you didn’t want it.”

“W-what do you mean?” You just knew he was picking up on how your heart beat harder as his fingers trailed over your skin. Or the way you kept shifting on your feet to stave off the heat thrumming in your veins with an all too familiar want blooming and begging for his hands to explore more.

The faintest hint of a smile graced his face as he gave your hair another gentle tug, then loosened his grip once more. “You like this. I’ve seen how you react with him. How you quietly treasure the marks he leaves on your skin even when he feels nothing but guilt.” That metal hand slipped over your throat again and pressed on your neck exactly as he’d done the first time you’d seen Winter. Your head spun at the pressure, but you could breathe easily under the cool press of his palm as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he whispered. “I see how badly you wish he’d touch you with this hand,” he squeezed your neck and loosened it quickly, “How badly you want those marks. How badly you need me.”

You had no words. Nothing to say as he wrung out the truth you’d thought was hidden from him— from Bucky.

Bucky was notorious for avoiding any situation that would make him use the metal arm. He would much rather let it hang there, or act as if he didn’t have it at all. That included when the two of you would get intimate. He never dared to bring it anywhere near you no matter how many times you’d reminded him it was fine, that you weren’t afraid of it. He outright refused to allow it to touch your delicate skin, to let such a catalyst for agony so close to something as precious as you.

Winter knew that you’d secretly craved to feel the cold metal in contrast to his warm skin when he held you. He knew that you would always find it more satisfying when Bucky would lose himself and get rough with you when things got heated. How his flesh hand would leave bruises on your thighs or hips to keep you steady as he thrust himself deeper.

Just the thought had you aching, and here was Bucky’s darker half offering you everything you’d ever wanted.

You were losing your fucking mind.

“You’re wrong,” you whispered, but the words were flimsy and meaningless. He knew the truth, but that didn’t mean you had to say it aloud.

His metal fingers dug into your jaw, his grip near bruising as he tilted your head up to level your eyes with his. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Dollface.” His lips were a hairs-width away, his warm breath fanning over your face.

The scent of him was intoxicating, muddling your mind even further with heady leather and metal invading your nose. The hint of that aftershave you’d missed so much since Bucky broke your heart.

Winter was tearing you apart at the seams.

“Please,” you whispered. Please what? You didn’t know. You could hardly think straight. That feeling was so strong, thrumming along with your pulse and the ache for something. Anything.

“Tell me I’m right.” He mumbled against your skin. Soft lips, a vast contrast to his rough demeanor, to the calloused hand that remained tangled in your hair, trailed down your cheek. “Tell me that you want me. Not the pathetic excuse for a god, or him. That you want me.”

His metal hand released your face, drifting over your neck and dragging over the left side of your chest. He circled once, thumbing over your nipple with a knowing look filled with every sinful promise known to man.

And then he went lower and lower…

His fingers caught the waistband of your leggings, the chill of his fingers raised goosebumps across your stomach, only serving to worsen that burning need.

“Doll,” a command and a question wrapped in one word.

All you had to do was admit your darkest most guarded secret. Confess, and he would give you what you wanted most. What Bucky was too afraid to do.

You opened your mouth, the words tumbling out as he gave your hair another tug.

“I want you.”

That smirk grew just a fraction more, his fingers slipping past your waistband and toying with the hem of your panties.

Fuck, did you wish you’d gone commando today.

“Who am I?” He asked, teeth nipping down your neck hard enough to know they’d leave marks. “I want you to say it, Y/N.”

Those fingers slipped further, rolling over your aching clit in a teasing stroke before he pulled them away again.

If he wasn’t a literal assassin, you’d consider strangling him.

“For fucks sake,” you gripped his arm, your voice unfamiliar in your own ears, ragged and broken. “Winter, please.”

He didn’t waste time, deft, cool fingers dipping into your core with confidence. Soothing that aching heat.

Fuck.

His thumb circled slow as he pumped his fingers, his mouth leaving wet kisses along your jaw up to your lips where he paused long enough to catch a glimpse of your face. You knew you looked like an utter mess, but those blue eyes showed nothing but twisted delight. He leaned forward and tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, bitting hard enough to make you groan.

Winter’s answering grunt of approval urged you further towards the edge of oblivion those perfect metal fingers were working you towards.

God you were so close. Each movement, every touch and bruise he left on your skin pushing you closer and closer. Just a bit more, a fraction more and you’d—

His fingers wrenched away, gone in an instant.

Your eyes, closed from the pleasure just moments ago, snapped open just before the doors to the stairway above and below you burst open. Floods of agents filed through the doors, and a gun fired.

The sharp sound echoed in the confined space making you flinch. Winters back pressed you against the wall, a solid shield of muscle keeping you out of harms way.

Then the weight was too heavy. His body crushing you as he slumped toward the floor. You screamed, immediately thinking the worse as your eyes searched his form in a panic.

But you found no blood, thank God.

“He’s fine, Y/N.”

Steve’s hand on your shoulder had you flinching back, head snapping to his suit clad form. “The gun—“

“It’s just a tranq. I promise, Bucky will be fine.” His face was the picture of practiced reassurance.

A horde of agents rushed forward and cuffed Winters hands and dragged his unconscious body out of the stairwell and further towards the confinement room. Steve remained with you, his eyes flicking to your neck a few times and checking you over to make sure no serious damage had been done.

When you’d gotten yourself back to your room away from the prying eyes and the relentless questions, the reality of what had happened slammed into you.

You just let the Winter Soldier finger you in a fucking stairwell.

And you liked it.

Plunging your fingers into your hair, you took a shaky breath. What the fuck were you thinking? Had you lost your damn mind? Bucky broke up with you three months ago! You were done; over, moving on. He could remember this, for Christ sake! How would you explain it?

Panic writhed in your stomach, but so did the faint ache of need that reminded you of what had just happened mere minutes ago.

The feeling of his metal hand on your skin, the feeling of those fingers working you perfectly and the pressure of his bruising grip.

And that feeling that you couldn’t place.

But now you had a word for it.

From the thrum of your heart as he chased you down the stairs, the promise of violence and sinful pleasure in his eyes. The roughness of his actions…

It was the thrill.

You liked the chase. You liked how rough he was. The delicious blend of panic and pleasure.

And he’d been interrupted before you got the release you’d craved. That you needed.

Frustration boiled to the forefront of your mind, a dozen different strategies with it.

He’d made you confess your darkest secret only to leave you high and dry.

And damn him if he wasn’t going to finish what he started.

[iateyourparents]

i want to write you a song | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x musician!fem!reader

summary: you were an artist. when you were heartbroken you didn’t just cry alone in bed. you’re just making something out of your emotions.

warnings: kinda angsty, break up, use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry, english isn’t my first language)

an: inspired by ‘I want to write you a song’ by One Direction. (btw guys i’m slowly running out of ideas so if you have something you would like to read you can request it/write to me or in comments <3)

pictures are from pinterest:)

You wanted to lie in bed all day. You really wanted to. But you weren’t this type of person, you couldn’t just lie all day while not doing anything but crying. It would just make you more frustrated.

So instead you just decided to pour your emotions on a paper and write a song.

You really wanted to make some energetic song where you would just badmouth your ex but you still loved him too much to do that, so instead you wrote a goodbye song for him. And it was really good.

“I want to write you a song, one as beautiful as you are sweet” you hummed to yourself trying to make a melody that would be perfect with your song.

“Already sounds great sweetie.” your manager, Ellie, said coming into your studio room. You deeply regreted giving her keys to your apartment. “What got you writing something like that? It doesn’t sound like love songs you made about Colby.”

“It’s a goodbye song for Colby. I actually wanted to call him an asshole and viagra taker but I just couldn’t make myself do that so I decided to do this. And I actually feel pretty good after writing this.” you shrugged and put your gituar in its place.

“Oh honey, what happend?” she sounded concerned.

“Colby broke up with me because he ‘didn’t felt as he should feel’ he just…wasn’t in love anymore.” you felt tears pricking at your eyes. Ellie gasped and hugged you tightly. “Don’t feel too bad, that song is amazing.” you laughed even though tears were already streaming from your eyes.

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“Okay guys, so I have this new song and you’ll be the first ones to ever hear it before it comes out today at midnight.” you told the crowd which started screaming with excitement. “That’s actually a form of a goodbye to someone who was, still is, important to me and even if we won’t ever talk again I want him to know I wish him the best.”

Well, maybe that wasn’t the best way to announce your break up to the world but whatever. It’s not like twitter and tik tok detectives weren’t starting to notice little things.

Music started playing right when you started playing your gituar and crowd got silent to listen better to new song.

“I want to write you a song, one as beautiful as you are sweet…” you continued singing and people started to get what you meant, and who you meant, in your little speech and well, you never heard a silence quite this loud.

“I want to write you a song. One to make your heart remember me, so anytime I’m gone you can listen to my voice and sing along. I want to write you a song.” you ended the song with tears in your eyes. Singing it out loud in front of thousands of people made you realize how real that situation was. You were no longer with Colby. And it still hurts.

You could see that some people in the crowd had shock on their faces and tears in their eyes. It was the first time ever it was so silent after you ended a song. And it felt weird but also so right.

It was like a minute of silence for you and Colby and for your relationship. For your memories.

You and Colby were popular couple. Many people said you’re the perfect example of right person in right time, so you knew these news would be heartbreaking for some of your fans.

“I know it’s probably a lot to take in just a moment but it actually felt good singing this out loud. Yeah, some chapters in life ends but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing waiting for us. New chapter is just a new chance and I’m gonna use it as best as I can.” you did a little speech and your fans finally recovered from the news you dropped at them and applaused for you. “I love you guys, I wouldn’t be here without you. I’m so fucking grateful for y‘all. See you soon!” as you were coming off the stage you could hear squeaks, shouting and clapping and it made you smile. You made it. And you will make it through this negative feelings. And you will be fine again.

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You were in a bar. It was your friend’s birthday party and as much as you liked her, this party sucked. Everybody was so sober and awkward that it made you want to leave.

“Oh hi.” you heard next to you. When you turned you saw Colby.

“Hi” you smiled to him. He looked really good. His black button up was revealing part of his chest and his beautiful blue eyes were shining in dim light “How are you?”

You tried to be civil with him. You were almost used to thought that you are no longer together. It still hurt, especially with world still talking about it since you announced it just few days ago even though you were broken up for few months.

“Good, thanks. And you?”

“Fine.” you smiled awkwardly. You stood in kind of awkward silence and just from looking at him you knew he wanted to tell you something but wasn’t sure how. “Just say it.”

“I like the song you wrote.” he finally choked out and you felt your heart squeezing. You didn’t expect him to start this topic but you just gulped and faked a giggle.

“Thank you.” when you wanted to say something else he stopped you with his words.

“I know I hurt you. I regret it like nothing else in my life but you deserve better. I just didn’t feel like I loved you enough. Not as much as you deserve to be loved. So I didn’t want to hurt you even more with pretending. But maybe…” he quickly shuted up and then changed his words, or rather tried to avoid saying what he started saying. “So I thought that would be better. But I still love you and think that in some way, I always will. But I think it’s better if you find your perfect match instead of being stuck with me. And it might seem cruel for me to say this now but I just wanted you to know that it would be impossible for me to forget someone like you. You changed my life, y/n.”

You wanted to say something but before you realized it he was out of your eyesight so you just sighed and took a sip of vodka.

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It’s been a month and you couldn’t stop thinking about Colby’s words.

Did he meant what you thought he meant?

He still loved you but didn’t think it was enough? Didn’t think he was enough for you?

You had so many questions and it made you sleepless trying to think what you should do or what are answers to these questions.

So now here you were, at Colby’s door in the middle of the night, still in your pajamas, hoping he was home.

You inhaled an air into your lungs and started knocking. Maybe more aggressive than you should but you just were desperate for answers and you couldn’t give up.

Finally moments later, the doors opened revealing sleepy Colby who looked at you confused and then he suddenly were more awake looking at you with concern.

“Everything okay? What happened? Are you hurt or in danger?” he looked over you as if to look for any visible wounds.

“Yes, I mean no.” you sighed and started explaining. “Since Doris’ birthday I can’t stop thinking about your words and it’s fucking crazy. Like, what did you mean?”

Colby could see desperation and tiredness in your eyes and it make him feel bad because he was the reason of your distress.

“I…”

You interrupted him.

“I thought about it so much that i got to a conclusion that you still love me but don’t want to be with me because you’re too… scared of something, like hurting me or whatever. And it hurts so much anyway because I don’t think I can function without you anymore what is so funny to me because I literally wrote a song to get over you. But it didn’t work because I still fucking love you and want you back and I hope i’m right and you also still love me because I think it will break me for good if I’m wrong and you don’t love me anymore. And I might sound so pathetic right now but I don’t care becau…”

This time he was the one who interrupted you. But with the way he did that, you couldn’t be mad.

He kissed you to make you shut up.

You gladly reciprocated the kiss and after a moment he took his lips away just to place his forehead on yours.

“You’re right. I’m still in love with you. But I just felt like my love wasn’t enough, that you deserve so much better. Someone who will always be able to show you his love and share your passions with you and…” now you were the one shutting him up with your lips.

“Don’t say anything. You’re so stupid, Colbs. You’re the only one I want, even if you have your own hobbies. And you showed me your love in a way I loved. I want you, only you.”

Colby smiled at you and took your hands to lead you inside his home.

“I’m so glad you were brave enough to come here because I missed you so much but was afraid to confront you after Doris’ party.” you laughed softly at that and squeezed his hand.

Maybe now you will be back to writing love songs about this man.

[sadnightforus]

DON’T SAY GOODBYE  (OSR) 

boyfriend!shotaro x gn!reader 

SYNOPSIS: You both loved each other. So much. But you made the hardest decision to break up while you were dining — one last time together because the love you both shared was beginning to consume every sanity you have.  

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, reader is implied to be AFAB but i tried making it very gender neutral. codependent couple, emotional pain. Shotaro is kinda needy for reader’s attention and he’s an overthinker so take that how you will. 

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION

A/N: sorry for making y’all wait. I just began to spam writing my stuff lol. Also, I’m not even listening to bloo when I’m writing this, we just gotta turn up for a diff direction for the writing.

SONG USED: DON’T SAY GOODBYE BY BLOO. 

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated! 

 

Shotaro can feel something is wrong today. However, he doesn’t voice it as he drives to the dinner date that he made the reservations at months ago.

 On his way to the dinner date, he keeps trying to lay off his negative thoughts while driving. He doesn’t know why he feels this unbearable amount of anxiety piling in his stomach and he keeps thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve happened to him and you. 

 Fuck, why would he do that?

 Then, as he drives past the traffic light and nearing his destination, he is thankful that he didn’t crash and die along the way. He wonders if you’ve ever made it to the restaurant.

 But he’ll save all of those concerns to ask you once he arrives at the place. For now, he’ll keep driving until he sees a familiar building, where you both can wine and dine. And kiss, perhaps spend all nights uncovering each other’s secrets and giving into the temptation.

 He hopes that tonight will be a goodnight.

“Hi, sorry. Do you know which floor the table for Osaki Shotaro is at?” You ask the receptionist, who is typing something onto her company’s computer. She looks up at you, almost as immediately when your voice startles her out of the ‘working’ mode she has on earlier.

“I’ll check in a bit. Please wait for a moment.” She responds, voice sweet like honey and graces you with a smile before she goes back to typing on her computer again, this time though; searching for the customer’s information about the reservation.

“Can I get your name?” She politely asks, noting down the information into the database. 

“L/N Y/N.” 

“Table 5, floor 3, miss.” She turns around again to answer your question and you squeak out a small ‘Thank you.’ before you walk off, your high heels make contact with the marble floor. 

 Your hair sways with every movement you make, your makeup looks seemingly flawless today, a killer look that can easily put people in their trance if they walk past you, making your way around as if you’re here to make a heartbreak statement. Or maybe you do, but it’s something that you’d prefer to tell your boyfriend over the dinner table. 

 Your walk soon comes to a halt as you stop in front of an elevator for the door to open. With the metal door opens itself to you, you take a step, then another, then another… until you’re inside this box and your fingers wander off to the 3rd floor. As it closes and shuts itself tight with you as the only person inside, you begin to let yourself drown with the thoughts of your realization. 

 Maybe you’ve been more than being in denial. But you know that the relationship gets worse overtime. You’re not sure if you wish to stay with him or not, and that thought terrified you. Although you wanted to, it seems like there’s no point of dragging it around anymore. 

 You both are a right match at the wrong time. 

 You reminisce about you and him being college sweethearts, with you being in the same class as him, a year older and all. He was a charming and sweet guy, who was attentive to you and your needs, and eventually, he confessed to you, stating that he has always seen you as more than a mentor. You initially turned him down gently, not wanting to hurt his feelings much. At that time, you thought of him as someone who’s younger and you couldn’t see yourself harbor such feelings.

 He never brought up again and overtime, your feelings for him grew. It started off quite simple— one day, he rushed over to your place when you were busy and in need of buying snacks, but it was almost 2 am and you figured out that you should get it on your own. But since you couldn’t get up no matter how much you tried, you decided to call him as your last resort to have your needs fulfilled. Your sleepy voice made his heart beat, as usual, and like a lovesick fool he is, he quickly rushed out of bed, put on his shirt, jeans and jacket and made his way out of the door. He wouldn’t let you sleep without being hungry, ever. 

 And in a blink of an eye, he showed up with the snacks you wanted and even energy drinks, successfully managed to find where you live even though the live location you sent him lagged and the accuracy of the app isn’t the app’s strong suit.

Since then, you developed feelings for him, because of his kindness. You were deeply afraid that he would no longer like you, but luckily, he still has a place for you in his heart. And the love story of you both was something out of a fairytale, with him being the one who’s head over heels and always tends to your heart in every single aspect. He’s a perfect boyfriend. 

 He’s perfect. 

 Too perfect.

 And soon enough, you both developed intense attachment to one another, to the point that everybody noticed that there was too much involvement from him in your life and vice versa. You don’t know how to be yourself anymore, so does he.

 The elevator opens and you quickly exit, the sound of the heels clicking against the marble floor doesn’t startle anybody who eats there, in fact, they’re too immersed in their conversations to notice that you’re the newcomer. 

 Your eyes scan to the 5th table that the receptionist told you about earlier and you see the table, empty on both sides. You raise your eyebrow, puzzled that for once, your boyfriend is running late, instead of you. Usually, you always arrive after him, routinely just a minute or two.

 You tug your dress, then gently pull your chair and sit down, with your designer handbag laying on your thighs. You suppose you can wait for him for once, eyeing the empty seat in front of you.

 Meanwhile, Shotaro makes it to the restaurant on time. As he grabs his phone and checks over for his wallet and seeing it’s set, he quickly grabs his keys and leaves the car, quickly walking from the parking lot of the fancy restaurant to the entrance. 

 He checks the watch, realizing he’s by 3 minutes later. He feels bad, knowing that you’re probably waiting for him. His long legs do help steady his steps to be more precise, as he quickly makes his way to the receptionist desk. He stands there, almost frozen as he doesn’t know what to do next.

 He bites his lips, wanting to confirm his place and wondering if you have arrived yet.

“Hi, sorry. My name’s Osaki Shotaro and I’m just here to confirm if my table was the 5th one on the 3rd floor? And have you seen a person come by, who asked for my table?” 

 The receptionist, bless her, startles out of her trance, asking him to repeat his words again as she was busy organizing the table’s lists and orders, typing all information into the little work website they have. 

 He smiles, embarrassment fills over his face, as he repeats again, this time, gentler but also, slightly more panicked.

“Ah… reservation for me, Osaki Shotaro, 5th table on the 3rd floor. Is that correct?” 

“Yes, sir. That is correct.” The receptionist nods, confirming his words. He then takes the chance to ask about you. 

“Um… Have you seen someone who came and asked for my reservation?” He catches his breath, clarifying. “L/N Y/N, the name of the person I’m asking.” 

 The receptionist nods before responding “Yes, sir, I assume they have gone up there already.” 

 His eyes light up at the confirmation that you’re already here, possibly waiting for his presence. He smiles, nodding like a happy child.

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

 He bows to the receptionist, leaving her stunned as his legs spread and sprinting directly to the closed off elevator. He can’t be sure if there was someone in there or if it’s empty, but he doesn’t want to miss it. 

 His rough and slender finger taps onto the button, frantically pressing onto the G floor like his time would be running out soon. He breathes the sigh of relief, although to calm his beating heart that threatens to fall out of his chest. 

 As the elevator opens, he quickly steps inside, letting it close before he presses on the 3rd floor, letting it lead him to where you are. Thank god it’s empty.  

 Back to you, who is anxiously waiting for him. You keep looking at the time, wondering if there’s something happening and if you should call him. He never once was late for your date nights together at all.

 You take out your phone to dial his number, wondering if he runs late or is there an accident. 

 You were about to call for him when a disoriented man runs towards your direction, hair quite messy and panic scatters all over his face. His cologne is hard to miss— it belongs to the only man you’ve been waiting for. 

“I’m sorry, did you wait for me?” 

 He looks apologetic, his eyes soften as he looks at your polished appearance and the phone in your hand. Your screen lights up and he could sense that you would’ve rung his line if he arrived any later than this. 

“Yeah. Sit down.” You tell him softly, putting down your phone into your handbag. 

 He sheepishly pulls out his chair and then gently sits down, facing you as he combs his hair, trying to look presentable in front of you. 

“I’m sorry I was late. I don’t have any excuse… but I was so anxious that I couldn’t get here on time. I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, lips bitten, shame fills deep in his heart. 

“It’s fine. I was really worried that something happened to you during our way here, you know?” You explain, and you yourself, feel that pang in your stomach too. 

 As if your time with him is coming to an end. 

 It’s tragic. 

 He nods before he follows up with another question after some minutes of complete silence. 

“Have you ordered anything?”  

“I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” You tell him the truth, a little sign escapes your lips, which didn’t pass Shotaro’s observation. 

“Ah… I feel bad.” He scratches at the back of his neck. “Should I get your favorite steak?” 

 You nod, not giving much attention to his words. Normally, you’re more attentive to his words, but today, you almost seemed cold and indifferent. Unfortunately, that also didn’t escape from Shotaro’s watchful eyes. 

 Did you stop loving me?

 Those words echo in his brain, as he notices how you’re not as enthusiastic about this tonight. 

 He soon called out for the waiter to place an order. The entire time that you both digest the dinner as the dishes get placed on the table, you both keep quiet, instead of letting the conversation flow like you’d usually would. 

 You’re not usually talkative, but at least, you’d always try to make light of the atmosphere to keep it in a good mood. You find it difficult to do now because there’s a lump in your throat, you can’t talk whenever you want to in front of him. 

 You’re afraid that you’ll break him. But your fragile self will break even more. 

 You gently wipe your lips with a tissue, looking at him with an unreadable expression on your face. You’re thinking to yourself that it’s not worth it anymore. It’s killing both him and you on the inside.

 You loved him as much as you also recognized that the relationship was starting to wear down on you. You both become… too much for each other. 

 You couldn’t exist without him by your side.

 It’s a painful realization that you came to make when you suddenly woke up one day and feel anxious to be by yourself. Deep down, you know that Shotaro will like you no matter what, but you just… you lost a part of yourself. You can see that you both were never meant to be like this.

 Did you fall out of love? It’s more complicated than that. 

 But if anything, you started to recognize the patterns of extreme codependency, whether in emotional or physical ways. You recently started to distance yourself from him, wanting to set both of you and him free.

 The slow flow of grape wine that he pours into the glass awakes you out of the thoughts that battle between your heart and brain. You don’t want to ruin this moment, but the tension becomes thicker as time drags on. 

 This might be by far, the longest dinner date that you both have. 

 You also get the same wine and pour it into the wine glass, lips pressed into the rim and slowly, letting the drop of the bitter taste seep into your throat. 

 You know Shotaro doesn’t drink much. He pours such a little amount because he drives here. So you never asked him why he won’t indulge in the act of drinking. You then gently place the wine glass in front of you, looking at him, heart pounds with anxiety to break this news to him. 

 After awhile, you sigh, your silky voice utters the words that you never thought would be spilled from your lips. 

“I don’t think we can do this anymore.” You say it softly, eyes showing the utmost sadness in your words.

 His worst nightmare came true. 

 Chib, chib, chib. 

 That’s the sound of the arrow stabbed right into his fragile heart, your words are the deadliest weapon and the purest medicine that could cure him. But right now, you intended to kill him with those simple words. He brings himself to ask you a question, not sure if he heard you right and he was hoping that you were just joking when you said those words. 

“You’re joking right?” 

 The silence that follows after, tells him everything that he needed to know. 

 He can sense the emotions linger in the air, without you having to ever utter it out. His voice shakes a bit, as he speaks softly, biting the bullet to hear the confirmation from you himself. 

“Is this the end of us?” 

 You don’t know how to act, maybe you shouldn’t underestimate that he would read you like an open book. 

 The silence drags on for a long time, you couldn’t force yourself to say anything— which heightens Shotaro’s anxiety. Maybe he had been wrong about the intuition that you don’t love him anymore. Maybe… maybe-

“Maybe…” You whimper softly, gaze lingers on him and then at the wine glass. “I’m really sorry.” 

“Will I know why?” His voice chokes up as he asks that question. It’s not out of necessity, but mere curiosity… or even trying to see if he’s inferior to the kind of person that you longed for, but he couldn’t give to you. He sighs as his chest is tightening with pain and overwhelming sadness that everything is coming to an end. 

“Did you fall out of love with me?” 

 You shake your head in pure disagreement before you give a reply. “No.” You then hesitate to continue, not sure if it’s what you should be saying, but you decide that you came this far and confessed this much. It wouldn’t hurt to say more “I don’t think… we’re supposed to be like this. This codependent, this attached… that we lost ourselves anymore.” 

 He nods his head slowly, processing your words. It’s true— he loves you more than life itself. But you’re right— it’s not good or healthy for a relationship to progress like yours like this. 

 If only he could turn back time and be a better man. 

 The restaurant is quiet, the slow music is playing to accommodate the tense atmosphere that has been set by you both. People from a few tables away can’t hear the conversation that you both are having. Much less, a break up like this. 

“Can’t we fix this?” His voice gets more panicked, his hands shake, he’s close to losing his mind. His hands reach out to grab yours, all delicate and perfect, with a promise ring on your finger. A ring that he bought for you a year ago. You return the favor, fingers caressing softly onto the matching ring on his hand. 

“I don’t think… It's just our problem together. It’s us that have problems separately that came together and bundled it up.” You suck in your breath, it pains you to say it too. “We had so many of these talks, but it’s like we failed to meet our promises to be the healthier version of ourselves.” 

 His heart drops low, he had never felt so hopeless before. 

 The silence lingers in the air after your statement. The slow breathing from both you and him, as an attempt to calm one another’s hearts down, doesn’t seem to be much of a help. Finally, he brings himself to utter the phrase that he despises saying it. 

“Is there no hope for us?” He asks, voice breaks as he is confronted by the reality to see that the relationship suffocates you, much to his selfishness.

“I don’t think so.” You shake your head firmly. Knowing that you both are in too deep and this is doing more harm than good. He is reluctant to accept the extent of their situation, but he sighs, confronting the reality. 

 They’re beyond broken. 

 He braces himself to ask another question, breathing through his mouth, attempting to take control of his trembling voice that only gets worse overtime. 

“We worked it out fine, didn’t we?” 

“I thought we did.” 

 ‘I thought we did.’ 

 Deep down, he knows it. You’ve always been the more mature one in the relationship, but you feel like someone he should be protective over. Maybe it’s because that you always rely on him and in turn, it also feeds into him being your savior that the relationship reaches the breaking point like this. 

“Am I too immature?” He asks, eyes pleading with a look that asks you to stay. To just try for them one last time. “Too intense?” 

 You can’t lie and say it isn’t. Because it is. But it’s also your fault that you allow it to go as far as possible. To the point of no return. 

“I don’t know what went wrong.” You say softly. You don’t remember when it did go wrong. “I wish I knew. But by the time I realized that we’re dysfunctional… It's way too late. All those talks never helped.” 

 You’ve always been the rational one between the both of you. But right now, he wishes you weren’t so rational. 

“I’m sorry.” Shotaro chokes it out, his heartstring is being painfully pulled out as he feels his chest tightens more and more from the pain and shame that he never seems to be bettering himself to be enough of a good boyfriend for you. 

 You sigh, you love him a lot. But it’s so hard on you too, and not just him who has to sit here and listen to how they both messed up. 

“I’m codependent and I’m… a bit starved of validation. I’m sure that it wouldn’t sound much to you but I grow more insecure and doubtful of myself. I don’t know why.” 

 You know why. 

 You were never loved. And when you love, you don’t know how to. You need a lot of therapy and inner healing to do. 

“I’m sorry too.” You try to hold back from crying, this is making your heart hurt, your whole body hurts itself from the intensity of your emotions, mirroring him. 

“Don’t say goodbye just yet.” He whispers, his eyes tell you everything he needs to know— after all, it’s the window to his soul, as slow drops of waterfall coming right out of his beautiful sparkling but pained eyes. 

 You wanted to do that badly, but you prioritize your sanity and his over the love that you both have. 

“We can’t keep going on like this.” 

 He knows that, maybe it’s time to say goodbye. But what will happen to the dream life that they worked so hard towards to achieve it? 

 Will it all go in vain? 

“What about everything else?” His voice chokes up in pain and you want to cry from the pain that radiates from his voice. It kills you just as much as it kills him. 

 You retreat back from his grasp, as much as you liked the warmth of his hands. Right now, it overwhelms your senses, one that you couldn’t ignore and you’d want to cry into his arms and ask for another chance, but you couldn’t do it. You’d be selfish and trapped you both in a relationship of nothing but the unhealthy cycle that won’t be as beautiful as you had hoped for in the long run. 

 He watches you as you remove the matching ring he had gotten for you and it hits him, you both are really over. 

 There will be no more you and him. 

 You used to envision yourself getting married to him, thinking that he’s the perfect man. He still is, but you both aren’t made for each other anymore. Time changes you both. 

“I’m thankful that we had a wonderful time together.” You reply softly, the voice that he always adores, filled with gratitude that he doesn’t want to hear. 

 You let your tears fall onto the silver ring, as you gently place it onto the table with care and attentiveness to make sure that he won’t lose it. Then, you stand up, grabbing your handbag, as he watches you hopelessly. 

 Your tears seamlessly drop onto the silver ring; the ring that once held the promise of the forever future you both will be having are being snatched away by your words. You place the ring onto the white cloth that covers the table, the ring shines with your tears, as shining as the day he first met you, right in front of him. 

 He feels hopeless as you stand up, strapping your handbag and adjusting it accordingly and watching you wipe your tears in front of him like that. 

 You smile bitterly, the sincerity of your smile makes it worse. 

“Thank you for everything.” 

 And as you walk away until you disappear out of his sight in this beautiful restaurant, he knows that it’s time he says goodbye to this relationship, too.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2024

[sailorblossoms-rankane]

Hi! I love your Rankane analysis posts be it on twitter or tumblr! 💕💕

I have some questions about the manga:

1) When Akane gave Ranma a piggy-back ride bc dr. Tofu messed up his hips, Ranma remembered dr. Tofu's words "Akane is really a very sweet girl, you'll understand soon enough" – in which, Ranma replied internally with "oh yeah? Not yet buddy, not yet." Do you think Ranma said that because: a) he still can't see Akane's sweetness, b) he's in denial because he's a tsundere, or c) he's in denial bc he tried to give up his feelings for her, bc she already likes dr. Tofu? I personally lean on idea #c bc he tried to do that on the prev P.E class, and he always called her "uncute" whenever she's not friendly to him; but what do you think?

2) In Bakusai Tenketsu arc, it was the first time Ranma tastes Akane's cooking. Ranma tries so hard to eat Akane's cooking, but Akane always look at Ryoga bc he happens to compliment her cooking vocally. Later on in the series, Ranma never eat Akane's cooking voluntarily unless he really, really has to. I have a hunch: it's because Ranma realizes early on, that, no matter how hard he tries to appreciate Akane's cooking by eating it, she'll never look his way anyway, so why bother trying. Do you think that's really the case? Because if so, I feel sorry for Ranma :"D

3) At the end of Shishi Houkoudan arc, Kasumi noted that Ranma is feeling depressed. Do you think he's depressed because: a) he's frustrated Ryoga still managed to beat him up even without the Shishi Houkoudan, or b) he's upset by the fact that he & Akane has never kissed? I think it's hilarious if #b is the case. Ryoga was upset when Akane said she hated him, even though he's the one who asked her to say that. Ranma was upset to acknowledge the fact he & Akane has never kissed, even though he's the one who bring it up. Both men are depressed because Akane never reciprocate their feelings. All of this heartbreak, just to master a technique. I think it's hilarious. What do you think?

Sorry for the long asks! I have a lot of pent-up ideas regarding Rankane, lol. You don't have to answer it all, I just want to share my Rankane thoughts to someone! Thank you, I hope you have a lovely day! 💕👋

Alright, number 1:

Ranma tends to be in denial as a way to protect himself and because he doesn't want to give in (he never wants to lose). You can see that in how he usually teases Akane by calling her "uncute," but there's a pattern of Ranma having an internal battle when she smiles... dude is about to pass out, obviously finding her extremely cute, and he thinks "she's kinda... cute. a little bit. sorta" ... he doesn't want to admit it! then in the armor arc, when he says she's cute out loud and she doesn't believe him, he goes "you don't believe me???? then you are NOT cute" – he's "taking it back" to protect himself from the rejection. It's armor, so I too lean on option c.

Number 2:

Here's what I think is going on with Akane's cooking.... Ranma is very much jealous and bothered by Akane paying attention to Ryoga, we see this frequently. But in that first arc you mention, Akane isn't just looking at Ryoga. She leaves Ranma to be with Ryoga, so it's not just a matter of attention... it's the idea that not being able to eat her poisonous cooking like Ryoga does might become the reason he "loses her," that she might choose Ryoga over him.

So when he keeps trying it again and again to eat it, he's showing he doesn't want to lose her.

There's that arc with Kodachi too, when Akane is upset at Ranma not wanting to eat her cookies. She leaves the Kuno's house, except she comes back to save him, and so Ranma eats them because it really matters to her (her being upset at Ranma not eating her cooking is really emphasize it, especially because Ranma will "eat Kodachi's")

In the Shinnosuke arc, Ranma pretty much tells us the reason he becomes comfortable running away from her cooking.

In short, he feels safe running from her cooking because feels like deep down she's not really affected (if she is, the situation changes). He's even comfortable enough to tease her about it.

Number 3:

I'm gonna be real with you, I haven't really thought about it. My instinct tells me that Ranma really considering kissing Akane would have him combusting and passing out on the spot, but framing-wise...

The entire arc is about Ryoga being fit for the shishi houkoudan because he's eternally depressed, and Ranma being unfit because he's essentially too happy for it. In what's essentially a punchline, we see the roles being reversed while Akane is saying she never kissed Ranma... Ranma could be muttering and whatever because he just got his ass beat by Ryoga (Ranma wins that fight! the ass beat he receives is way after the fight is over and doesn't really count as being "a loss"... even if he's still feeling the hits lol) or for any reason whatsoever, maybe he's not even paying attention (he's not really big on deep thinking, the biggest and most direct acknowledgment he gives is when he thinks Akane is about to "confess" to Ryoga and gets pissed). But framing-wise, we could say the contrast is there to connect it with what Akane is saying.

[yeondollie]

ʙᴀᴍ ʏᴀɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ ౨ৎ ♡ .ᐟ

'i closed the chapter on the days we spent together.'

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, breaking up, argument, fem reader, taehyun is kinda mean, crying, heartbreak, reader is needy, taehyun gets annoyed of reader, just over all sad ecfhuehfusih !!

a/n ; i have been listening in bam yang gang on repeat its so so so good but so sad :(. the beat is so adorable and so is bibi i love her sm sm but the song is so sad and as soon as i heard it i thought about making a story with it . this is just a drabble so i dont have a word count sorry :< anyways, enjoy !! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"why do you want so much out of me? can i have some peace and quiet to myself? god.." here we were again. arguing with taehyun was getting more and more common, though you hated it. taehyun knew you were a sensitive person and didn't like conflict but you were just pissing him off lately.

you didn't know what to say really. though you were only trying to check up on him after work, he wasn't having it. "it's like you're attached to my hip, truly." you suck in the tears in your eyes as he says this. you didn't wanna fight, you just wanted to please him in any way you could.

"yes i-i.. i'll give you time. i’m sorry." you say, tearing still welling in your eyes. this, for some reason, set taehyun off completely. why couldn’t you stand up for yourself? it was pathetic in his eyes. “see! thats why im upset. you’re like a doormat- you get walked all over, it’s pathetic.” he scoffs, letting out a small laugh even.

holding the tears back, about to flow, you mutter out some words. “you’re r-right, i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle a bit, looking up at the ceiling to avoid the tears falling out of your eyes. you’ve never felt more pathetic in your life, it was such a horrible feeling. taehyun didn’t seem phased at all, walking up and getting in your face.

“so thats it? sorry? you think thats gonna fix everything?” he says, his face only inches from yours. it was weird, usually when he was this close he would be kissing you or looking at you longingly but no. not this time, not anymore. the only time he looked at you was with lust or anger behind his eyes.

it felt like the two of you would only have sex or only argue, it was tiring- so tiring. he used to hold your cold hand in his own warm hand. he used to kiss your forehead and play with your hair, what happened? the tears flickered down your cheek as you answered him. “t-tyun i.. i don’t know what else to d-do.” now quickly wiping your own tears.

when he realizes you’re crying, he doesn’t bat an eye. its like all his love for you was drained from his heart- you hated it so much. “you know what _____? we’re done. i cant fucking do this with you anymore. you’re just so.. so needy and dumb!” he raises his voice, now watching you flinch in front of him.

you didn’t even have the energy to stop him, watching him with blurry eyes. watching how much he changed over the span of you two dating was shocking and saddening to you. oh how you longed for the sweet taehyun you once had.

before he could exit your house, forever saying bye to him you did one last thing. “taehyun..?” you whisper, not even having the energy to talk loudly. “what?” he whips back at you. you grab his school name tag he gave you, when he first confessed his feelings for you when the two of you were still in high school.

grabbing his name tag, along with your own- you walked up to him gently. you placed your name tag in his hand, looking into his angry eyes. “so you can remember me, you promised me you’d never forget me right?”

his eyes flickered with sympathy one final last time.

[gyubby99]

@disneyanddisneyships oh i just thought of a VERY angsty idea

What if there was another time Mal confronted Alastor in the au where he cheated? But this time, it was for him letting Theo go to a duel at nineteen??

Like what if Mal, during that, turned into her full demon form and she was almost unrecognizable because of it? Like she was a fucking wild animal because she lost control of everything? Like my characterization of Mal is that she is holding back a lot of grudge in her life. She was a murderer in life so if she gets angry, she forgets control of herself and just loses it. She has a lot of pent up anger to those men she killed that was probably sent down there.

And she loved Theo. Emma was hurt as well. (In this au i think they are dating ok im changing things in my head) and Theo was too sweet for hell. He deserved to be in heaven. But he died before he got to do that.

Not to mention aponi..

A mother's heartbreak is one thing i wouldn't even wish upon my worst enemy.

Aponi was so, SO broken. That boy was all she had after al cheated.

So mal, knowing all of this, had a lot of rage in her.

She was determined to dethrone him.

She could stand a chance, but Alastor has more experience. She knows that.

But she's still willing to try

So she transforms in this demon form, her eyes glowing. She forgot about how she used to be friends with him. She set that aside because he's nothing but a prick to her now.

And there's a fight scene in my head where Mal in her full demon form just flies towards him, pinning him against the wall as she basically drools, and then alastor pushes her off, still trying to reason with her because he still loves aponi and knows that mal is her friend.

Then yk that Ray vs. Dr. Facilier's shadows scene before he died?

Al charges his shadows at her only for her to kick them or some sort of thing like that because her legs glow and stuff (also she fights them off with her eyes)

Then she charges against Alastor again.

Alastor then pulled the whole tentacles thing but she was quick as a bug. One tentacle caught her, but she cut it off, still focusing on Alastor.

Alastor felt a little.. nervous around her for the first time. Her rage was.. interesting.

Entertaining, even.

He was done reasoning with her and decided to just turn into his demon form as well.

Now Mal would've been scared, but in her mind was aponi's face when she collapsed on the ground crying, Emma locking herself up in the room, and more importantly, Theodore.

She knew once he was serious she wouldn't stand a chance

But she felt like for those three, she could atleast try.

Then another fight sequence. Mal does the "eye trick" but it never blinded him, it just sent him tumbling back a little. So, quick as a bug she took a chance

But Alastor was quicker and summoned a holy knife in his hands, but it wasn't to kill her. It was to scare her. She can heal from HIS attacks, so she was fearless. She's a sinner. Dead alone can't kill the dead. But with a holy equipment, you can.

.....but mal was too blinded by her anger like a wild animal lost in control and still drove straight to him, and Al, holding the knife, had stabbed her. In the gut, I think. She shrieks in pain, but still wrapped her hand around his neck. But it was no use. It was holy.

But Alastor still was in his full form, grinning as he'd won.

...not until Aponi walked into the scene. Then Al realized what he'd done.

He caused her another heartbreak.

But what was he meant to do?

Like, not completely hamilton but kinda following the story but with a very angsty twist i made up in my head lmfao

Also to add: this is one of the main parts of the reason why Vox killed Alastor. Cause Vox as both burr and jefferson... would be a lil weird because alastor endorsed vox to win against.. vox! So i think Your Obedient Servant would be very more interesting if this is what drove vox to kill alastor >:)

To each their own, though but this is my own lol

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 5

Kristanna Modernn AU Rated: M WC: 3302

Chapter Index

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Much to Anna’s surprise, Kristoff texted her late Sunday evening when she was getting ready for bed to ask if he could call so that they could talk about their how their day had been.  She was delighted, thinking that she might not hear anything from him for a couple of days.

“Hey!” she answered when her phone rang. 

“Hey, Anna.  How are you?”

“I’m good.  How are you?  I’ll bet today was pretty hard?”

“Oof,” he grunted.  “It sucked.  At least the guys took pity on me and gave me the easy jobs.  I’m beat, but I’m home now to lick my wounds, so I’m good.”

Anna smiled.  “Glad to hear it.”

“How was work?”

“Pretty standard.  Friendly folks, decent tips.  All in all, a good day.”

“That’s great,” Kristoff responded.  “Hey, so, Friday night.  Can we pick up to go to the saloon?  Not a date though.  More of a payback kinda thing.”

Anna’s brow furrowed.  “What do you mean?”

“Our plan to get daddy’s boy to stay out of our town for good.”

“Oh, right.”  The guys had been talking about that when she went back with them to the ranch.  Anna immediately wondered if this was the whole reason that he’d called her.  “Sure, that would be just fine.”

“Okay.  I’m not sure when we’ll be done work.  Can I just text you when we’re on our way and you can give me your address?”

“That works.”

“Alright.”  He was quiet a moment, she could hear him breathing, as if he was contemplating what to say next.  Then he spoke.  “Also, I wanted to mention… um, thanks again for spendin’ the day with me yesterday.  I had a really great time.”

“I did too,” she answered truthfully.  She did have a good time.  She liked Kristoff, a lot.  Still, the future was uncertain.

“I think by the end of next week, we can get caught up to where we need to be and I can knock off early a couple of evenings.  You, uh… still interested in goin’ out?”

Anna realized that he must have picked up on a little of her apprehension.  He sounded so vulnerable.  And hopeful.   Anna felt bad all over again for her thoughts.  She had promised herself that she was not going to worry about something until it became a problem.   “I am.  Definitely.”

He gave a quick huff of relief over the phone.  “Awesome.  Hey, I’ll text you again tomorrow if that’s okay?  If it’s not too late, we can talk about our days again if you’d like.”

That uncertainty answered, Anna smiled.  She absolutely had to stop assuming she knew what the future held.  “I would like that, Kristoff.  Very much.”

“Okay.  Talk tomorrow then.  Have a great night, Anna.”

“You too.”

“Sweet dreams.”

She giggled.  “You as well.”

“Okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Kristoff.”

“Kay… bye.”

“Bye,” she said through a chuckle, then the phone disconnected.

That fluttery, wonderful, amazing feeling came back in full force.  Just because she’d been neglected as a child and neglected by her ex, did not mean that Kristoff was going to neglect her too.  Even if he had some long work weeks.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

The next day after work, Anna went home and sat at her computer and googled things.   While she knew it wasn’t a date, if they happened to stay late and have drinks at the saloon, she wanted to know that dance everyone else knew to that Cadillac Ranch song.  It took her a few dozen run-throughs, and she figured by practicing all week she could join in with everyone else.

She googled their town and learned some history of it.  Then she researched the county.  After it became tedious reading, she looked up some country music songs.  When she was at Sven’s place drinking with the guys, he told her that all the best country music was from eighties and nineties.  She listened to a lot of it, and began to understand the appeal. 

So much of it told stories, a lot of them rather heartbreaking.   And there were also some wonderful simple upbeat songs.  Anna had learned that the line dance song she’d learned was done by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, and listened to a lot of their other music.  One in particular stood out as her so far favorite, called ‘Fishin’ in the Dark’.   As Anna listened to the lyrics, she thought back to her and Kristoff sitting on the bank and fishing in the river, and while it hadn’t been at night, she now understood the meaning of such a song.  It made her happy, and it made her want to have a lot more of those experiences with Kristoff.

She recognized right away that life moved differently in the small town from that of the city, and it wasn’t until she listened to some of those songs that she began to understand exactly why.  Even her own life in the small town was vastly different than it was in the city.  Most of the folks didn’t go to gyms after work because their work was a workout; their small town didn’t even have anything close to a gym.  And most of the people went to the saloon on Friday and Saturday nights because that’s where the loud music and entertainment was.  While she hadn’t been there all that long, she’d never heard anyone mention the words ‘dinner party’ but she sure heard ‘backyard BBQ’ and ‘bonfire’ a lot.  Every time she was at a checkout, either at the gas station, grocery store or that western wear and tack place, people had conversations with the cashiers, holding up the lines, and no one complained because when it was their turn, they carried on a conversation as well.   Any time she approached a door, if there was a man in the vicinity, he held it for her.  When a bunch of young teenagers came into the diner, Anna thought they’d leave a mess, but everything was stacked nicely when they were finished eating, making Anna’s job to clear the table all the much easier.   When she’d stopped on the side of a country road to take a gorgeous picture of the rolling foothills against the backdrop of the stunning Rocky Mountains, someone had stopped and asked if she was having car trouble and if she needed a hand with anything.  The old lady at the farmers market stand had thrown in a free lemon loaf because Anna had purchased so many vegetables and had a lovely conversation.  The ladies she worked with at the diner, who she’d barely known, instantly became her friends and invited her out right away.   And when some gross guy got in her personal space and wasn’t taking no for an answer, a cowboy got in his face. 

Her cowboy.

Not only that, her cowboy nearly choked the life out of that man when he’d tried to hurt her.

Anna was really starting to get it.  She knew there had to be a reason she’d felt happier than she’d ever been in a long time after spending time in her new town.  When she first arrived, she’d only signed a six-month lease, wondering where she might head next when she became bored with the simple life.  Now, at that moment, she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, and that seemed to have a lot to do with her cowboy.

When Kristoff texted her that night before bed asking if it wasn’t too late to talk, Anna was eager and excited.  He called her straight away, and even thought she was tired, they talked for an hour before hanging up.

Anna was definitely falling for him. 

Even though Friday night wasn’t a date, she could not wait to spend more time with Kristoff.  Even if it did mean being patient about it.  Like her initial instincts told her, he was absolutely someone worth waiting for.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~

They picked her up in the big dually around eight on Friday evening.  With all the ranch hands in the truck, Anna went to squeeze in with Kristoff, Sven and Davy, when Kristoff simply put her on his lap and held her.  It was delightful, despite her nerves over the evening ahead.  She smiled, looking into his eyes as they drove.  They were sparkling with excitement.  She was happy to see that, and that his face was almost completely healed except for a shadow of a bruise around his eye and a small scab above his eyebrow. 

He leaned over and whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck.  “You look so sexy.”

Anna giggled quietly.  She’d gone to the thrift store to see if there were any cool clothes there and happened to find a black Harley Davidson tank top in her size and a worn leather jacket that fit well.  With that and her jeans and cowboy boots, Anna had put on some smoky makeup and pulled her hair back into a high ponytail in an attempt to look as intimidating as she could.  She supposed the result being sexy was good too.

When they piled out of the truck at the saloon, Anna noticed that nearly every vehicle in the almost full lot was a large newer pickup truck, and the music was a lot quieter than previous times.  Buck was first to the door and held it for her and everyone else, and when Anna stepped into the place, she immediately understood.

Every single person in the place turned to stare with hostility at who’d walked in.  Almost everyone was an older man, all with hard looks and weathered faces.  When Anna and everyone with her was appraised, the animosity immediately relaxed, and most of them turned back to their tables and went about their business.

Sven led them all over to an empty standing table near the door while people murmured greetings in their direction.  A waitress met them there and took the order for a couple of pitchers of beer.

Anna turned to Kristoff.  “That was intimidating as hell.”

He laughed quietly.  “Definitely.  We’re hoping that when those boys walk into this, we have some choice words with them and they decide to never come back.”

“I wouldn’t if it were me,” Anna agreed. 

One of the older gentlemen sauntered over to the table with a bow-legged limp.  His hair and burly mustache were completely white, giving a stark contrast against his black cowboy hat.  He looked at Anna first, reaching up to grab the front of his hat and tipping it in her direction. 

“Ma’am,” he said, then turned to the men.  “When you figure these boys will show?”

“Hopefully sooner rather than later,” Sven answered.  “We’ve got an early mornin’ tomorrow.”

“You button up your old pasture there, Mort?” Buck chimed in.

“What do you take me for, Buchanan.  Of course, I did.”

Anna sensed there was some history between those two.  The older man in the black cowboy hat – Mort – must be who they’d called old man Miller since Anna had heard Kristoff tell the cop that those guys cut through one of his pastures to avoid the main roads. 

“If those boys are stupid enough to let this get into a fight, we got your back this time,” said Miller.  “Everyone in this place don’t want those pissants coming around here anymore.”

His eyes flicked to Anna and she understood.  Kristoff had told her over the phone that week that Sven had gone and talked to him to tell him about their shortcut on his land and to get some help spreading the word that a message needed to be sent.  The fight, and the fact that daddy’s boy had managed to just catch Anna on her jaw with his fist, must have been one of the topics of conversation.

Sven said, “Thanks, Mort.  And thanks for spreading the word.  Good turnout.”  

Mort gave a sharp nod.  “Almost every rancher and farmer in the county answered my call.  We’ll clear out the riffraff.”  He tipped his hat to the table and sauntered back towards the men he’s been sitting with.

A waitress came by a moment later with two pitchers and six mugs.  She was setting them on the table when the front door opened and a group walked in. 

The low murmurs stopped, and everyone turned to look with another hard stare.  It was a group of young people, dressed in jeans and t-shirts, looking ready to have a good time in a country bar.  Even though everyone in the place turned back to their own tables upon realized this group wasn’t the one that they were looking for, it had apparently been jarring enough to the young people that they turned right around and went back into the parking lot.

Anna felt bad for them, but glad that it appeared to have the effect everyone was aiming for.

The guys started to talk about work when the front door opened again.  This time it was a single man who Anna recognized as one of the cops who’d stopped the fight a week ago.  Clearly, he was off duty.   When the people in the bar saw he was one of them, the mood relaxed again and many greetings were sent his way.  The man’s gaze swept towards their direction, and when he spotted them, he walked over.

“Glad to see ya, Frankie,” Sven said as he approached. 

“Sven, Kris, boys,” he nodded his head to each of them, then turned to Anna.   “Ma’am.”  He offered his hand.  “I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.”

She shook it.  “I’m Anna.  I work at the diner in town.”

“Nice to meet you, Anna.  These boys treating you properly, I hope?”

Anna smiled.  “Always.”

He nodded his approval and turned back to Sven.  “I assume from that warm welcome I haven’t missed the show?”

“Nope.  I do hope they show up soon though, it was a bitch of a week and we got an early morning tomorrow.”

As if on cue, the front door opened and a group of men walked in.  Everyone turned to stare, and the mood in the room shifted immediately.  The anger was almost palpable.  Someone even cut the music to the Jukebox.

Daddy’s boy was in front, trudging forward into the saloon confidently until he realized what he was walking into and stopped dead in his tracks.  His friends all bumped into his back as the front door swung closed.  A very intense silence stretched for a moment until someone broke it. 

“You boys think of cuttin’ through my pasture again, it’ll be the last thing you ever do,” said Miller, pushing himself to his feet from the chair he’d been sitting in.

Daddy’s boy looked around, putting a confident smirk on his face even though Anna could see there was apprehension in his eyes.  All five of them still had plenty of waning bruising from the brawl the weekend before, making it clear that they were the losers of that fight.

“Come on now,” he said to the room of hard stares.  “We can let bygones be bygones.”

Frankie was the next one to raise his voice. “We don’t want you in our town, let alone our country, ever again.”

The man standing with his friends looked over at them, anger flashing across his face as his eyes swept past her and then pausing on Kristoff, before looking at the cop. “Really?  This is a free country.  Isn’t it, Officer?”

“It is, and you are certainly free to go where you want.  Except you aren’t welcome here no more.”

“You’re free to get your asses kicked you ever come back,” someone in the back of the room shouted, and other people began putting in their two cents, all those voices starting to get loud as the tension in the room grew.

“Alright, listen,” Daddy’s boy piped up, raising his hands in a surrendering gesture, and the crowed quieted.  “I get it, you old timers don’t take kindly to us cuttin’ through a pasture.  We don’t do it anymore.”

“Can’t,” Mort spat.  “I fenced over all those broke down gates.”

“Fine, can’t.  I apologize, sir, for causing you any undue stress and aggravation.” He turned back towards them and Anna could see him staring right at Kristoff.  “These boys on the other hand… I got bones to pick with them.”

“You got a bone to pick with them, you got a bone to pick with all of us,” Mort warned. 

Now the ringleader of the unwelcome group of men was looking at Buck.  “You owe me a windshield, old man,” he said, making his voice low and threatening.  Then he turned his gaze to Anna and gave her a disturbing smile that sent shivers down her back.  “And you owe me a dance, sugar.”

“Boy, you really do want to get your ass kicked, huh?” Sven laughed. 

Kristoff spoke up over Sven’s laughter. “You lay a hand on her ever again,” he gave him a wicked grin, “I’ll kill you myself.”

“And then there’s you.” Daddy’s boy stared at Kristoff, real anger and no fear showing on his face.  He spoke slow and deliberate. “I owe you, friend.”

“I ain’t your friend,” Kristoff said through gritted teeth.  “Now you boys wanna get a beat down?  Or you gonna do the smart thing and tuck tail?”

Men from all over the bar started to take to their feet, and those already standing, took a step forward to the unwelcome group.

All four of the men behind their ringleader seemed to shirk into his back, seeking protection from a crowd that looked ready to go off like a powder keg.  Daddy’s boy suddenly looked around.  He’d been so focused on Kristoff he hadn’t noticed how threatening everything had become. 

Finally, a bit of nerves began to show through the anger.  “Whatever,” he said, taking a step back towards the door.  “We don’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of fucking hillbillies anyway.   You can have your shitty little Podunk town.”

“You stay the fuck out of our whole county,” Buck piped up with his incredibly loud voice.  “We see you fellas anywhere near here, you’ll need an ambulance ride home.”

“Consider this fair warning,” Mort chimed in. 

Daddy’s boy scowled at everyone and swiftly turned to leave the bar, sparing a quick and nervous glance over his shoulder as he opened the door and hastily went though it with his buddies close behind.  The whole bar was quiet, listening to five adult men outside run across a gravel parking lot and get into a truck, spitting rocks with the tires as they took off and peeled out onto the main road. 

“Well good fuckin’ riddance,” said the surly, tattooed bartender, and everyone started to laugh and talk.  The Jukebox started back up, and just like that, the place was a happy saloon again.

Feeling relieved, Anna turned back to the table, however, all the men standing there were sharing concerned glances, putting her on edge. 

Sven said, “This shit ain’t over.”

“Not by a long shot,” Frankie agreed.

“What do you mean?” Coop asked, clearly as confused as Anna.

“That dick is going to come after me,” Kristoff stated.  “Personally.”

Buck, Frankie and Sven all nodded. 

“After all that?” Davy asked, looking doubtful.  “He ain’t that dumb.”

“Got nothin’ to do with dumb,” said Buck.  “Like Kris said, It’s personal.  That piece of shit is gonna take it to home turf.”

“What?” Anna asked, feeling a little sick to her stomach.  “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re not getting any sleep tonight,” Kristoff said, looking sad and tired. 

“Finish off them beers, boys,” Sven commanded.  “We gotta get ready.”

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[icespur]

My Sadistic Self Has Returned With Another Akeshu Angst Idea!

A sad take on "If Goro and Akiren had a biological child."

If Akechi unknowingly impregnated Akiren before the events of Sae's Palace, Shido's Palace, or right before Maruki Palace. So Akechi still "dies" and unknowingly leaving behind a child.

Or in reverse where---I dunno, a mission goes wrong and Akiren dies leaving behind Akechi to raise their daughter alone.

Mostly----

Do any of you recall a little anime called "Clannad"? Or specifically "Clannad After Story"?

Listen, I've seen Miraculous Ladybug AU fanart where they drew an Adrian and Adrianette Daughter version of the infamous "I'm Only Allowed To Cry In Daddy's Arms" and "Ushio Death Scene". If someone can renact that scene in other fandoms, we can do an Akeshu version!

I could only see the scenes working with Akechi and Akeshu Daughter, because I can't ever see Akiren being so racked with grief that he'd act cold and distant towards his own child.

Akechi though, I could see. Of course he'd eventually snap out of it culminating in the heartbreaking "in Daddy's Arms" scene."

If none of you have watched Clannad, and don't know the context of the scenes I'll give them.

Father's name shall be abbreviated to "T", Mother as "N" and daughter as "U" as that's the first letter their names start with.

High School sweethearts get married, and N says she wants to have a child. But her parents and husband are worried because a pregnancy could be detrimental to her already fragile health from an unspecified illness she's had all her life.

But she wants a baby, and T & N successfully conceive. N goes into labor early and since it happens during Winter, the Doctor is struggling with driving (N was very persistent of wanting a home birth despite the risks, so they have a midwife helping and the Doctor has to come to them if I recall)

After a painful birth, their daughter is born alive and healthy, but the birth proved too much on N's body and she passes away.

This SHATTERS the husband, T. So much so he shuts down and can't bear to be around his daughter, so N's parents take her in and raise her. T only sees her on the occasional family outings with N's parents if they bring the daughter in tow. The Daughter knows who her father is but is kinda shy around him. They have ONLY INTERACTED ALONGSIDE THE PARENTS. T HAS NEVER BEEN LEFT ALONE WITH HER.

Until N's parents set him up on a promised family get-together that they "last minute" ditch leaving T alone for the first time to watch his estranged 5 year old.

T is very distant and cold towards her for a while. It doesn't help that the daughter is the SPITTING IMAGE of his late wife.

One day he takes her on a trip, buys her a toy robot, and even though it's not girly, she cherishes it. They go to a field of flowers where she happily runs and plays while T gets to meet an old friend of his father and gets a wake up call of both newfound respect for Father who he saw as a deadbeat, and of how shitty of a dad he's been to his own daughter.

He returns to his daughter who (I forgot to mention she lost her Toy Robot in the flowers and has been spending time digging through looking for it) is still looking for her toy, even as it's now sundown.

T has a genuine sweet conversation with his child and breaks it to her finding her toy might be impossible. But he can get her a new one.

She refuses and that "It has to be that one."

He asks her why and she says "Because it's the first toy Daddy gave me."

You can see this breaks T, as he realizes how much that one off toy meant so much too his kid even though he's been a selfish dad, she adored that toy as the first gift and act of love he's given her.

He apologizes for his behavior and asks if it's okay for him to stay and raise her. She accepts but still looks hesitant about something.

She reiterates something she told him earlier when he accidentally scared her and made her run off when he snapped at an unruly child and his mother on the train.

He thought she just went to the bathroom but saw her crying. She explains that Grandma taught her she's not allowed to cry in public, and only in a bathroom stall or----

"I can only cry in the bathroom or in Daddy's arms."

And for the first time ever, she gets to do the second option. T gives her permission and she runs into his arms, bawling the loss of her beloved robot, while T is hugging her back, crying and apologizing repeatedly for his behavior and missing so much of her life.

Second moment, is unfortunately the daughter, "U". Not only inherited her mother's looks, but also life threatening illness. She gets so sick to the point where she's bedridden and can hardly stand or walk.

T stays by her side 24/7 and does his best.

U keeps asking to return to the flower field because she loved the trip so much. He promises her once she's better and it's warmer out (since it's now winter).

But with how weak she is, she might not get better. And T feels so guilty and powerless of not being able to grant his dying daughter's wish. Despite his better judgement and logic, she asks again and insists "We have to go NOW!"

He takes her out in the blizzarding snowing cold to go to the train to go see the flowers for the final time.

U is visibly struggling just to walk and is breathing hard, and on the brink of passing out, he even has to catch her from falling at one point. He offers to carry her but she insists on walking.

Eventually though, the cold is too much and she collapses. T catches her in his arms, she's alive but barely.

"Papa? Are we on the train?"

"yes." (They are not)

"It's dark."

"Yes, it's night. You fell asleep."

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"....I love you..."

"Daddy loves you too, I love you very much."

She doesn't respond.

T briefly pulls her back from his chest to see why she didn't respond, to see she died. He bawls and cries for anyone to help him, to bring his little girl back, turn back time, even desperately begs the heavens and his dead wife to save their daughter, until he too collapses in the snow, cradling his daughter's corpse.

These two scenes are infamous heartbreaking Anime moments. For those who have seen the Anime, I'm sorry for bringing back your PTSD of the moment, if not. I suggest you look up the clips or start binging because reading it does not do the scenes justice.

And my evil self imagined an Akeshu version.

Fanartist away!

[hisui-dreamer]

Hihi, first of all I LOVED the story, still crying in a ball on my bed with my spider plushie named dridy, but before reading this I had a thought that I'd love to share, this was probably obvious and I'm just dumb, but the reason epel is so manly and kinda mean is because he's the poison apple! He's soft and cute and deceivingly sweet on the outside, but mess with him and bam! Evil, lol. I had been thinking about how annoying it was for my favorite characters to be mischaracterized, like malleus only being a idiot with technology and only sweet, none of his evil side at all, or completely opposite problem of him only being evil. Or with vil being a terrible person who would make fun of your insecurities, and that made me think of epel who is sometimes mischaracterized as a sweet little guy by people who don't know his character very well, and that made me think of his character more and i thought, 'oh hey, I wonder why they gave him that personality, since they could have given him anything because he's not based on a actual character' then I had a 'OH SHIT' moment and realized why he was characterized like that, it probably was obvious to everyone else though lol, don't mind me just going on a rant brought on by nothing. Anyway thanks again for the awesome fic! Remember to drink some water and have a great rest of your day/night! ⁠\⁠(⁠･⁠◡⁠･⁠)⁠/

aldjdgkahs im really glad you enjoyed it!! i had to put myself in the sad depresso mindset with some heartbreak songs to get in the mood lmaoo, sending you comforting hugs!!ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

that's actually such a cool way to look at it!!! I never realised the poison part could be linked with his rash tendencies omgg that fits so well with the theme. damn yana is such a genius🛐

malleus does come off as less evil to me though hahaha, what with his obliviousness and his eagerness to learn about human customs. i guess he'd be a chaotic neutral?? good intentions but bad actions, like when he over demonstrates his magic and almost destroys the place lol. he seems to usually have good intentions though

vil is definitely a weird interpretation, i feel like rather than make fun of someone's insecurities, he'd help them embrace it and use it to their advantage?? like epel with his cute appearance, he wasn't the best at encouraging him, but he was still trying to help epel understand that his "weakness" could be his strength. worst case scenario he'd be critical and truthful in his criticism, for example how epel's accent could be seen as impolite?? he really is an interesting and genuine character haha

but no that realisation with epel is actually so so cool, i hadn't even thought of it before!! i just interpreted the poison apple theme as vil's last resort against neige lol

thank you for ranting in my inbox hehe!! i love having these character discussions (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i hope you'll have a great day/night too!! 💞

[tubborucho]

hi! do you have some clingy duo fic recs 👉🏻👈🏻? i don’t care how much ranboo or sbi is in it i just want clingy duo focused stuff

omg, my time has come😭

I do have a bunch of recommendations!!!

1. Home Again, Home Again

http://archiveofourown.org/works/30812927

It’s SBI+Tubbo fic that I reread when I need comfort. I don’t know what it is exactly about this fic, but it just so nicely written, that never misses to make me smile.

Clingy duo is a very important part of the story here, and that’s amazing.

It’s also aliens au!

2. Whispers of Lost Reality

http://archiveofourown.org/works/29440740

My favorite long clingy duo fic. It’s amazing for a lot of reasons:

It’s finished and 211k long

Very well-written

It is a Doctor Who au and I LOVE Doctor Who. But I am sure it can be read even if you know next to nothing about this show:3

Clingy duo as a dynamic is definitely the main focus. Not SBI, or Bench trio, even if all of them are present.

One thing I probably should warn though is that it’s definitely queerplatonic.

3. the warmest bed i’ve ever known

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42209223

Clingy duo. Through and through. Also personally I prefer to think of it as an actual c!clingy duo ending.

My favorite part of this fic is how the author got their characterization perfectly. Like, this is a snippet that I think just one of the best way to describe c!Tommy ever:

“In a moment, Tubbo realises that Tommy must have replaced them when he wasn't looking. That he must have picked them himself and brought the whole bouquet thousands of blocks just to quietly replace them and then leave. And this is something that is so quintessentially Tommy that it aches: to be loud about everything that doesn't matter and to not even mention the things that do.”

4. The Final Girl In The Horror Movie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40946610

Happy Death Day Au but make it clingy duo.

A very interesting short story, I think you might enjoy, because I did.

5. Wh(Y)o

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41586366

Not exactly just clingy duo, it adds a lot of other characters, but I highly recommend this one, especially when you feel sad pr tired.

It’s definitely a ‘feel-good’ story about creating home.

6. sunlight ascending (this was your place)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39730185

Surprisingly a Triple Ts fic. And imho it makes it only more awesome, because there’s not a lot of fics that concentrate on this trio in particular.

Basically another story about grabbing the ones you love and making home together.

7. not a thought behind those eyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34155877

A fix-it mainly clingy duo + partly ranboo fic for dsmp. Tommy and Tubbo learning to trust each other again. Very sweet but heartbreaking.

(also this author legitimately scares me, all of their fics are like EXACTLY 10000 or 5000 long).

8. you look lonely (i can fix it)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32984131

Tommy and Tubbo talking and talking and talking through the resentment and avoidance, and it is a pretty angsty fic, but with a very hopeful ending.

Warning that it has a different view on bee duo marriage (aka that they rushed into it without realizing what marriage entails), which is very interesting to me personally.

9. no one’s problem (but yours)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32984131

And yet another fix-it c!clingy duo. Tommy wants to run, but Tubbo always finds him. I enjoyed it very much when I read it.

10. our souls burn bright (like the love we share)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34663768

Soulmate au!!!!! That’s kinda it lmao. But it is a very nice hurt/comfort fic.

11. One More Step Out of the Pit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30353682/chapters/74827434

Superheroes au. It’s mainly SBI-focused, but once again, clingy duo plays an important role here. It’s also very fun to read. One of my favorite superpowers au in the fandom I would say.

12. I’ll Be The Watcher Of The Eternal Flame

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31339742

Tommy would trade anything for Tubbo’s safety. And this time he accidentally makes them gods in the process. Oops?

Anyway, I probably should pause here😅 I do have more, so whenever you need, you can ask me!

And if you will want to scream about any of them, my dms and asks are always open!💛

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aah promo time :D

Oop baby proofing 👀 :D

That's kinda sweet but I thiiink he's being annoying lol xDD

I'm thinking it at least a bit without context sooo xD wiiith?

OOP "I already am" (smth like that) XDD

Oh NO

A stroke in a like 5 year old??

That's not good 😬😬 :(

Ooh an interesting brain surgery though 👀

Uh ohhh

UH OHHHH

😳

That does not seem good xd

Well that episode's gonna be WILD lol!

They all have been recently xD but hey that's just the gig lol. I've just noticed that I've been saying it more beforehand recently lol.

But, still, exciting :D

That's the last of my last thoughts! Now it's time for the. . .

REVIEW

I really enjoyed this episode!! It thought it was great :D. I thought we'd finally get a death again, but I'm really glad we didn't :)). I'm sure it'll happen sometime, and it'll be rough lol xd. But I always have extra feelings about cystic fibrosis because of a book I read, so maybe that added into it lol, idk. Anyway, I thought it was an amazing episode, great cases and some good focus spread :).

Now, into the individualized portions!

First off, Asher and Perez :DD. Didn't see them much this episode, but we still love them 🥰🥰. They both gave Shaun good advice, and there were some fun interactions between the three of them :). Also what Danny said about his dad was so sad :'((. I mean, it could be worse, but still D':. Also, Asher had a s'more for the first time last year (in universe) :D?? That's adorable :)). That he got to, I mean, and even though it kinda sucks it's also kind of fun he never did :). Anyway! These two were also amazing on their case and they were fun this episode :). I love them, you honor 🥰🥰.

Andrews! He wasn't in this ep :o! I realized about halfway through lol. I mean, he was mentioned, in assigning work to Lea XD, but not seen. Huh! Well, we miss him :). And, a quick note, Jerome too :D!! And Villanueva :))). Anyway, I hope we get him back next week! I love him :D. And the others too of course 🥰.

Park and Morgan :). I thought their storyline this episode was really fun :D! I mean, not great stuff, but it wasn't SUPER heavy. Like, kinda, but not much :). I'm glad the guy wasn't lying lol, and that the study ended up okay :D!! I'm also glad Park managed to give Morgan a bit more hope in the world :). Or at least, a little bit more of a reason to think/look for it :'). Anyway, I'm glad the guy's okay (plus that's a LOT of blood to donate lol, good for him!! and thank you sir :DD), and they were great this episode :). I love them 🥰. Also Park's whole thing with the coffee machine (I know it wasn't much but still), especially at the end, was great lol XDD.

Lim and Jordan now. :(((( This storyline was SO SAD!!! I'm so glad it worked out in the end though :'D. I always find it interesting when we have a patient that one of the doctors has been seeing for a long time, especially if it's from before the show eve started :). Idk, it's just cool to me. Anyway, seeing how hard Lim was trying was HEARTBREAKING 😭😭. And then Jordan being right by her side :'DD. It was amazing <33. I love their relationship :'). And Brekka (pretty sure that was her name) was so sweet and cool :)). The whole part with the book and her letting go (in general, not just the moment - I don't wanna say giving up), everything around that, was just 😭😭😭. It was so beautiful though :') ❤️❤️🥺. Anyway, I am so glad everything worked out in the end :'D. I love them <33.

Glassman! 😭😭😭😭 Y'alllllll. The storylines this episode!! Half of them were so sad xD. Most of them, maybe - or even all of them lol. Anyway, I loved all Glassman's stories about Maddie :'D. I mean, I think it was only two this episode, but with one last week too, it's a lot more than on average lol. Anyway, they're all so sweet ❤️❤️. And sad 🥺, but still :')). But seriously, seeing Glassman dig through he wreckage of his house this episode 😭. UGH, it was a bit rough xd. I feel so bad for him 💔💔 <33. But I'm glad he was Shaun and Lea by his side to move forward with :'). Speaking of, his scene with Shaun, and with Lea, and with both of them - all amazing 😭😭😭🥰❤️❤️🥺. The advice, the experience they got to have together :') just amazing <33. I loved them so much :'D. Also, the nail polish <333. It hurt but still 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️. I love him <333.

Lastly, it's time for Shaun and Lea! PHEW, theyre okay :'D xD. As I suspected/hoped, it wasn't as bad as the preview made it out to be :'). And I mean, parental differences are a big thing to sort out, you know? There's a lot riding on it for sure, and it's gotta be stressful. I mean, just look at those parents from the case 😭. Case wise, by the way, I'm so glad everything worked out :'DD. The kid was okay (looked like even minimal/no brain damage!!! :DD), and the parents united again :')). It was really nice ❤️❤️❤️ <3. Anyway, I'm glad Shaun and Lea managed to solve the issue without a fight. There really wasn't one - there was a slightly heated discussion, but most of the problem was caused not by a specific disagreement about those decisions, but by Lea being busy and Shaun pushing it a bit. It wasn't anyone's fault, there was just stress on both sides. And everything ended up okay :')). Again, I loved both their scenes with Glassman <333 they were so sweet. And the ending one :'D - doing the little hand hold thing 😭😭😭❤️, and then feeling the baby kick :'DD 🥰 (plus Glassman getting to be there for that experience :')) it was just them, together, enjoying life - literally lol, it brought them joy :'D), and then starting on the list lol 🥰🥰 🥰. It was all so sweet, and while I'm a bit stressed for next week with their relationship with Glassman (not permanently, I just mean that side of the storyline), I'm sure it'll all end up okay :). Anyway, I loved that last scene, and the plot in general :)). I love them <333 :).

Overall, I really enjoyed this episode. I thought it had some great storylines (some in general, all of them were great) and a good spread of focus for the most part :D. The cases were great, if mostly very sad xdd, but everything worked out and I'm really happy it did :)). For once everyone ended the episode happy lol xD! I am a bit stressed for the next episode, but not much - not near as much as I have been for these past few lol. Anyway, really good episode 🥰.

So yeah! I loved this episode. Even with all its sad parts. I'm excited for the next one! This has been my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 13: 39 Differences

This episode was a good one! I'm a bit nervous for the next episode, but not much. I'll be back next week with my review of. . .

The Good Doctor, Season 6, Episode 14: Hard Heart

See you then!

[starcchild]

@thenexusofsouls - continued from here

It... took a lot for her to muster up the courage to ask her father that. And it wasn't exactly something that would blindside him - oh, no, he figured out her feelings for both Ashelia and Basch long before she was even willing to acknowledge them herself - but...

It was still nerve-wracking. It was one thing for someone to appear to accept something, and... another thing for them to actually accept it. In a way, it... rather reminded her of when she came out, though this was under far less... traumatic, circumstances. Not that her father knew the full story behind that, but... that was an issue for another day, if it came to it at all.

"I- I already talk-talked to her," Carter replied almost sheepishly - her face already turning pink as she fiddled with her bracelet. Her gaze everywhere but on Tony. "I- I, um... I- I kinda did tha-that after our, uh... our la-last conver-conversation." And, really... she had needed that push to finally bring it up with her girlfriend. She had a funny feeling she'd still be sitting on it, otherwise, but--

Her nose scrunched as he called her grasshopper, and she stifled a groan. She knew where he was going, and while the levity was nice, it... wasn't exactly needed. "I... I- I wouldn't wor-worry so much a-about that," she tried to explain, but paused as her father sighed. Her own nervous expression softening as she finally lifted her gaze to him, and offered a small smile. "I- I know you don't, an-and I- I won't get hurt. Not- not with them."

Her softened expression changed into bewilderment as her father suddenly blinked, and... searched for confirmation that she was talking about Basch. Who else does he--? Carter's face flushed hotly - her lighter blush quickly turning far darker as she jerked her head to the side. Her hands fluttering as she cleared her throat. "Yes, it's- it's Basch," she squeaked, which only made her face flush hotter. Because of course her voice had to pitch again, as if it wasn't embarrassing enough.

At least her father was getting a kick out of it.

Carter huffed and shifted, but wasn't actually offended by his laughter. Or him calling her out on the fact she had failed miserably at trying to hide her feelings. Because, really, even she had to admit she had been... awful at subtly, and it was a miracle in itself that, somehow, neither Ashelia or Basch even noticed.

Though... in hindsight, seeing how oblivious they were to each other, even with their conditioning about ignoring such feelings, it shouldn't have been that surprising. Her sweet Ashelia had been downright unaware of her own feelings until recent, and Basch... Oh, it was still heartbreaking to know how he denied himself any such affection from anyone, let alone the hope it could be requited. But, perhaps, the three of them were a good match in that way alone.

As Tony asked if Ashelia was interested in Basch in such a way, Carter did her best to cough to cover up her shy laugh. Almost rather grateful she was already blushing as much as she was. "I'm- I'm pretty certain she- she is." As nervous as she had been to bring it up with her... it was rather adorable how Ashelia had responded to it all now that those nerves were done with. How pleasantly surprised she had been to learn that it was possible and okay to be in multiple relationships. How she had realized her own feelings for Basch, and how she reacted to Carter admitting her own... It had been wonderful in its own way, really.

She shook her head to clear it, though her blush wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. And as her father continued... she once more averted her gaze, and took sudden interest in her bracelet once more. "I- I mean, to be- be fair, they're kinda your- your employees, too, y'know." She shrugged. Her heart pounding in her chest as she bit her lip. Her ears beginning to grow hot as well, and she could only hope he wouldn't notice. "But, that's... tha-that's not why I'm- I'm asking. I- I already talked to- talked to Ashe, and... and we kinda al-already talked to- to Basch about it, an-and, um... I- I just... y'know... Wan-wanted to let you- you know?"

[brummiereader]

@zablife that evil...😤! Urgh, I hate him even more now. Someone hide my knife collection!

I didn't think it possible I could hate him more than I already did. But after reading this thrilling little story, I managed to find extra space in my dark heart 😂.

It started off so beautiful. A young bride waiting to get married to "Henry" (the imposter 😒), and then we suddenly realised she didn't marry the love of her life but had been searching for him for three years!

Squeezing your hands for emphasis, she confided, "I'm glad he'll be here to look after you when I'm gone." Why do grandparents always say things like this 😭?? Mine were the worst, they'd even joke about things we'd inherit ( my grandads false teeth for example 😅) . Anyway, I loved the sweet moment between grannie and her granddaughter. But it only makes the following scenes when we find out she passed away only a month later more heartbreaking. She's truly alone 😩.

"You know, in all the fuss, I haven't seen my own son!" Git. Only the bride gets to stand the groom up! Can we not have anything just for us anymore??

God, my heart breaks for her and the reality she's about to face. Even though there's a certain naivety that comes with growing up in the countryside compared to the city, you can't help but feel sorry for her situation as she desperately searches for a man that hid his true self from her for so long. It's such a dick move to leave someone like that without an explanation, let alone doing it on their wedding day!

"Thank you," the wild eyed woman remarked, accepting your generosity. "Times are hard with my husband away. Yours locked up as well?" she ventured, casting a look at your ring. Esme! I always love when she appears in your stories. I still imagine you as her, even though you've changed your pfp since she was on there last ❤️.

"He had only one motive in sequestering you inside an interrogation room and the instant the door slammed behind you, your heart sank with the bitter realization of his true intentions" Arghhh! Noooo! That dirty pig 😡. Could things get any worse for her?? I'm gonna say yes, because you're our dark angsty queen 🤭.

"Well you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine," he assured you, placing the cigarette between pursed lips. You have no idea how much his response enraged me. I knew he was gonna be a cunt, but he was so flippant and cruel. I fee like he took Tommy's personality and increased it ten fold. Not even Tommy would pull this kinda shit. This asshole does not posses a heart 😡.

"I suppose it is," he decided before turning his heel into the gravel decisively, leaving you alone in the freezing shade of the empty yard. I want to wring this little shits neck! I say good riddance Y/N. If this is what was hiding behind that country boy act he was putting on then she's better of without him. And to top off his cuntyness he went and said this...

"Do you know all the times I thought about planting dynamite beneath those pretty white bricks to blow you to hell?" he seethed" 😳! "You"...he said "you"! What is this little boys issue?? I don't think you could have depicted the evilness that lives in this man better than you did in this story. It was perfection 👌.

Where does this leave poor Y/N though 😩? She has given so much of herself to and for him. I hope she gets her revenge on the dickhead, and seeks out Tommy. Nothing would piss Michael off more than that 😌😈. My evil plan is at work in my over imaginative brain 😂.

Absolutely loved this story, Lee ❤️! Dark!Michael is something else 😬.

Broken Promises

Henry Johnson/Michael Gray x fiancee reader

Summary: When your fiancé leaves you at the altar, you go in search of answers in a frightening, new city. As you close in on him, you find that you aren't prepared for the man he has become.

Author's Note: Requested by a lovely anon.

Warnings: broken engagement, implied SA, mention of execution, Michael being an ass, heavy angst

1921, Kent

As your grandmother's shaky hands finished pinning your veil in place, she beamed with pride. "Even more beautiful than your mother was when she wore it," she mused, wiping a tear from her eye. "I only wish she was here to see you, love."

"I have you," you reminded her, reaching forward to wrap your arms around the only family member you had left in the world.

Prying you away from her delicate frame, she gazed upon you with affection that creased every well worn line of her soft skin. Eyes glistening with tears, you noted a tinge of sadness as she admitted, "But now you have Henry." Squeezing your hands for emphasis, she confided, "I'm glad he'll be here to look after you when I'm gone."

You wanted to tell her that wouldn't be for a long time, but a sharp knock interrupted your thoughts. "Is the bride ready?" a cheerful voice chirped from the other side.

Opening the heavy oak door, you were greeted warmly by your future mother-in-law, cheeks as rosy as the apples in her orchard as she bustled into the room to add her compliments. "Aren't you a beauty!" she exclaimed.

"You're too kind," you demurred as she proceeded to tell you how pleased she was for her son.

"Have you seen Henry this morning? Is he well?" you asked excitedly, wondering how your love had fared the night before.

Since your meeting two years ago, at the tender age of sixteen, neither of you had gone a day without meeting at the wishing well at the center of your village. Sitting upon the shining white bricks, you shared the small details of your day. It might have seemed mundane to others, but it gave you a sense of comfort to know there was nothing you didn't share with one another.

Rosemary shook her head with a good natured chuckle as she admitted, "You know, in all the fuss, I haven't seen my own son!"

Her lighthearted reply made you giggle because she was accustomed to such lapses, forgetting the bread in the oven or leaving her spectacles tucked in a book.

Then in classic fashion, she overshared a bit as she patted your hand, "You know you needn't worry about the stag party. He promised his father he'd only drink mild."

"I'm not worried, Mrs. Johnson," you replied, stifling a laugh.

"Rosemary, dear," she corrected you. "And I'm certain if he isn't here, he'll be along shortly."

You nodded in agreement, smiling to yourself in the full length mirror as you brushed the lace away from your face to study your reflection carefully.

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1924, Birmingham

The curtains in your bedsit flapped lightly in the wind, waking you with a start. A cough erupted from your lungs, unaccustomed to the smoke filled air of the city. What could have brought your fiancee to this God forsaken place?, you wondered as you rushed to close the window.

You made yourself a cup of tea and sat quietly watching the passersby, hoping by some miracle Henry would stroll by, though you knew from the papers he was locked away in a prison cell. Or at least, that's what you'd come to believe after staring at the smudged ink for too long, convinced he was now a man called Micheal Gray. Though it turned your stomach to think he was accused of murdering a priest, it was the only lead you'd found in three years time.

But in the fortnight since your arrival, you hadn't learned anything new, despite your efforts. The only other trace of Henry since your wedding had been an unreliable account by a lad who claimed he saw he a strange man with a scar speaking with Henry weeks before your wedding, rumors of a new life in Birmingham sprinkled into the conversation.

As you gazed down at the ring languishing on your finger, you wondered if he ever thought of you late at night, yearning for those moments of connection by the well. Did he even care that he'd left you all alone at the altar or worse yet, at the graveside of your beloved grandmother a month later? The heart break had nearly been too difficult to bear.

Now all you had to guide you was a whisper, a faded conversation in which Henry had been lured by the promises of a dark, foreboding stranger. This was probably why you'd forgiven his lapse of judgement, the concern for his wellbeing outweighing the anger you held in your heart. However, the second ring you wore, your grandmother's gold band, burned your skin as it reminded you of your worth which was far more than that assigned to you by your absent lover.

The combination of curiosity and indignation propelled you forward, day by day, searching the city for those who could provide answers. Usually the day ended with aching feet and a rumbling stomach, but today your efforts would be rewarded by a chance encounter with a dark haired woman, children clinging to her skirts.

You were buying a loaf of bread in the market when one of their small hands began to reach for you, their mother scolding them with a harsh slap.

"It's alright," you assured her. "Far too much for me on my own. I'm glad to share."

"Thank you," the wild eyed woman remarked, accepting your generosity. "Times are hard with my husband away. Yours locked up as well?" she ventured, casting a look at your ring.

Unsure how to reply, you lowered your eyes to the cobblestones beneath your feet as she prattled on about her John and how he'd been falsely accused thanks to her evil brother-in-law. "Not just him, mind you, everyone else in the family," she bemoaned as she fed the bread to her children. "Arthur, Polly, Michael..." she rambled absently as she tore the crust apart in even pieces.

"Did...did you say Michael? As in Michael Gray?" you stuttered hopefully.

"You know him?" she asked, head jerking up at the mention of his surname.

"Yes," you admitted, on an uneven breath. "Do you know where I can find him?"

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It was thru her suggestion that you met with the inspector bringing charges in the case. Chester Campbell was a disagreeable man, but the only one willing to discuss matters with you privately. For that you thanked him profusely, though in an hour's time you would not have done the same.

He had only one motive in sequestering you inside an interrogation room and the instant the door slammed behind you, your heart sank with the bitter realization of his true intentions. If you wanted Michael free, or if you wanted your own freedom for that matter, he suggested you comply with every devilish command he gave.

By the time he was finished, you were shaking in violent convulsions. As he draped a coat around you to conceal the tattered remains of your dress, you slipped away into the bustling street with an official document clutched tightly to your chest. It was your only solace in those dark hours that followed, waiting for the promised release of the man you only hoped would never learn of your sacrifice.

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You entered a new state of watchful waiting those next few days as you kept regular meetings with Esme. She kept you abreast of the news regarding the trial, mostly family matters that wouldn't be known to reporters. And though she urged you to see Michael before it was too late, you found yourself averse to the idea until one fateful day.

Finding Esme slumped over in a fit of grief, you ran to her. "What's happened?" you begged.

"Ain't you seen the papers?" she wailed.

You only shook your head in ignorance, a hand stroking along her back as she pitched forward in garbled cries. "They're....they're being executed."

The blood froze in your veins as you processed her words, wondering if this was truly the end of it all.

"You're sure?" you asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. As she nodded against your shoulder you had only one question left. "When?"

"At dawn."

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The next morning you waited by the prison gate, hands pounding against the splintering wood until your fists were raw and aching. But no one paid any attention to the woman raving beneath their window. And who could blame them when you pleaded for the life of a killer?

By the time the clock tower struck twelve, you knew in your heart that the deed was done. Henry? Micheal? Whoever the man you once loved had been in life was no more. You sank to your knees and sobbed in a way you hadn't allowed yourself since your wedding day. Three long years of pain and sacrifice for this, you thought.

As the sun dipped toward the horizon, you finally found the strength to pick yourself up and amble toward the road. However, a harsh creak of metal stopped you in your tracks. Turning to face the path you'd just walked, you could hardly believe your eyes as you caught sight of Henry standing bruised and battered, but alive nonetheless.

Your breath caught in your throat as your hand reached out toward him involuntarily, years of longing superseding your rational mind. "H-henry?" you called to him.

The man before you furrowed his brow for a moment as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He looked as though he were lost in a daze as he took his time lighting it, the glowing match in his hand quivering slightly. You could tell that the years had aged him, but not beyond total recognition. Somewhere beneath the hardened exterior was the boy you knew long ago in the countryside and you longed for him to hold you in his arms once more.

However, your daydream was cut short when he replied gruffly, "What do you want?"

You stepped toward him cautiously, head tilted as you took in his disheveled appearance. His waist coat was dirty and torn, pants far too short for his height and yet he still looked as handsome as you remembered. Then you wondered if perhaps he was having trouble recalling you as well due to the recent trauma.

"It's me...Y/n," you offered gently. "I came to find what became of you," you answered earnestly. "I...I was worried."

He raised his head to the sky, considering the passing clouds for a moment before blowing a lungful of smoke upward to join them. "Well you don't have to worry anymore. I'm fine," he assured you, placing the cigarette between pursed lips.

You shook your head at his cool detachment, eyes searching his for the hint of the caring young man you once knew. "You were sentenced to hang today and that's all you have to say, Henry?"

"That's not my name," he corrected you sternly. "I go by Michael now."

"Yes, I know," you mumbled in confusion.

"Look, if you came about our engagement..." he began, a threatening scowl crossing his face as he plucked the cigarette from his lips in a telling reveal he knew exactly who you were.

"No, I see that's long forgotten," you admitted with a heavy heart. "But I want you to know I still care for you deeply," you ventured on baited breath.

He hummed to himself gently as he nodded in agreement, "I know.." Then stilling all movement he replied without a hint of emotion, "The guards told me what you did."

Your body clenched in fear at the prospect of him learning your shameful secret, but you stood fast waiting to hear what else he might say. As his mouth curled into a small smile, you allowed yourself a morsel of hope, until he spat cruelly, "They thought it was funny."

You shifted uncomfortably before him, chest aching with shattered pride as he huffed out a humorless laugh at your expense.

"I suppose it is," he decided before turning his heel into the gravel decisively, leaving you alone in the freezing shade of the empty yard.

"Wait!" you shouted, racing toward him to capture his arm between desperate fingertips. "You can't mean that. I know you cared for me once too. What happened?" you begged, tears streaming down your face.

As he flicked his cigarette butt into the street, he eyed you in a side long glance. "You think you know me, but you never understood," he said with a shake of his head.

"That's not true," you insisted, twisting his arm to make him look at you. "You loved our life...you loved...me," you stuttered out between hiccuped sobs, all the pent up emotion rising to the surface. "Don't you remember all those wonderful afternoons we spent at the wishing well?"

The clench of his jaw and the ironlike grip against your hand frightened you, but it was nothing in comparison to the spiteful look in his eye when he finally faced you.

"Do you know all the times I thought about planting dynamite beneath those pretty white bricks to blow you to hell?" he seethed.

You jerked your hand away in terror just as he released you, falling to the ground with a painful thud. "Henry?" you mumbled as you looked up at him in shock.

"I already told you, that's not who I am anymore," he hissed before stalking away and as you watched him disappear into the smoke and fog, you finally had to concede that he was right. The boy who promised to cherish you forever was gone. He'd been replaced by some monster now wandering the dark and desolate streets of his new home, a place where you did not belong.

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[ihatebnha]

I AM CRYING AT THAT RECENT GHOST!BAKUGO POST!!! ITS SO SWEET IN ROMANTIC OMG 😭😭😭😭

perhaps bakugo died first and you followed after him, maybe because of an extreme case of heartbreak syndrome that resulted in a cardiogenic shock. But you're both at peace, now that you're together in this newfound freedom from work and responsibilities.

But enough with the sad stuff, imagine witnessing/haunting a relationship form within the bindings of your home together 🥺 like maybe a new girl moved in after a few years you both passed away and she's studying for college, barely 21 years old. Then you both start seeing a boy come in a few times, which becomes weekly to forever, having moved in. It all reminds you of Katsuki. But then you start haunting them, not enough to scare them out, but doing things like possessing the laundry machine into only taking clothing that only works if the color is orange (katsuki's favorite color), or as you said, you and katsuki calling each other on the phone or borrowing their wedding clothes to make your marriage official again.

But the same time, I get Beetlejuice vibes from this 🤔

Sorry for the rant 😣 bakugos d--th is still taking its toll on me, maybe ill get heartbreak syndrome

Ehehehe, I'm glad you think so!!! I thought maybe it was a little depressing, in a way... but it's nice to think about how you'd be together in the afterlife just the same as your current life (and especially because... you know...).

Please don't get heartbreak syndrome, though!!! You need to be here for when he comes back🤞🏻

With this, though... I just keep thinking, wouldn't it be cute if the girl who moves in looks and acts a little bit like you? And the boy looks and acts a bit like Katsuki? And maybe you don't realize it at first, but both of them were born right around the time you both died???

And maybe because of, at least before the boy comes around, the girl reminds ghost!Bakugo so much of you that he gets a little territorial like she's his daughter. Scaring off weird guys or potential threats or even raccoons that make noise at night (now that's beetlejuice LOL)...

And then when the boy comes around, suddenly ghost Bakugo backs off a bit and is like, "Hm... I kinda like this guy" JUST BECAUSE HE REMINDS HIM OF HIM!!! LIKE, PLEASE!!! REINCARNATION!AU!!!

(And kids tw for this but...) then maybe they even have a baby, and instead of haunting things you instead start making them laugh and keeping them quiet at bedtime for mommy and daddy... spilling the container of puffs so they get extra treats... I just... WAHHH🥺🥺🥺

You did get to live your life together, after all :(((

[meowzilla93]

oh man lets go! what perfectly juicy questions too!

*cracks knuckles* lets go, this is gonna be a lengthy one again

When did your MC fall in love with Baxter? (Which step, was it a conscious thing or something they didn't realize until later?)

August identifies as Demisexual, so for her there is a requirement to have a strong attachment to the person they are with to be romantic/sexual with (though this isnt something that she realises until later in life after Baxter left)

August will admit that she had something of a crush on Baxter since the Summer Soiree when they were 13. The whole scenario just reminded her so much of those tropey teen romance novels of meeting your soulmate randomly and never seeing them again until it the time was right. She is a little romantic at heart, give her a break (p≧w≦q)

So when they meet again when they are 18, those feelings of a crush merely reawakened and started to develop further. Though not really believing in soulmates at this time, she still felt a pull towards him that she never felt with other partners they has been with and wanted to explore this with him.

Even though August knew there was a deadline, she never anticipated that they couldn't stay friends. That broke her heart more than she was willing to admit for a while. And to have a broken heart, one needed to be in love.

August was in love with Baxter from Step 3, if she were to put a moment to it, she recons the day with him in the Mountains, seeing him be free with her, that perfect moment on the log, and then the fireplace, and that kiss. It was the final nail in the coffin for her.

She never stopped loving him, but it was very much put to the back of her mind as she focused on her life and career, tried to date but it never amounted to anything. Her last partner helped her realize that she could be demisexual, and additionally, that perhaps she never got over the feelings over a certain Monochrome Man.

Of course Step 4 happens, those same feelings she had when she first saw him at step 3 slapped her in the face and it confirmed to her what she kinda already knew; August still loved Baxter.

2. When do you think Baxter really fell in love with your MC? (Which step, did he realize it??)

I think Baxter the moment that it was final for him was the final dance, the after party; Summer Soiree 2.0. Did he know then? No. He was so adamant that this would disappear, he would leave their life and as anticipated, these feelings would disappear.

But of course, they didn't. The heartbreak he felt, the constant sadness when he saw that she messaged him until he muted the notifications. Those treasure memories being bittersweet more than sweet. So he went back to his usual routine of sleeping around again.

And it kinda worked, in a way. Focused on school, getting his needs, he was able to push her to the back of his mind for a bit, trying to get from one day to the next. There was this one night though, little over a year after he left Sunset Bird thoroughly behind, where he met someone at a club, another one night stand, goes back to their apartment and goes through the motions.

But as this person lays down on their bed, the light from the street hits their face, illuminating half their face, and in turn, lighting up their hair as if it was copper in colour and their eye a golden hue.

For a split moment, he thought it was her. His August. And in that split moment he was elated, before the sheer weight of the guilt, sadness, and heartbreak wrecked through him.

This was where he realized he loved her. Loved her since that summer, and still loved her till this day. And that nothing but her would truly make him happy or content. So, he leaves with his apologies and never goes back to that lifestyle. It wasn't what he wanted, anymore.

A certain wedding was both a blessing and a curse; This wasnt how he wanted to see her again, not how he wanted to do this. August deserved better than he could ever give, until he learns that maybe, just maybe they did really accept him as he is.

My Little Bonus: August wanted to open herself up to him again but is so scared about being left behind in the dust that they keep closed off to him until he starts opening up to them first. In the end, it was Baxter confessing his feelings for her that was the catalyst to open up fully to him (though the two idiots are too afraid to admit that they loved each other until a few months down the track) <3

Open MC/Baxter Lore Question!

This kinda stuff is what I live for, and so I'm gonna pose it to the broader OLBA Baxter romance fans. It's a two-parter question, and one I think is super, super interesting!! It really gives others an understanding of who your MC is and how their dynamic is with the Danger Oreo.

When did your MC fall in love with Baxter? (Which step, was it a conscious thing or something they didn't realize until later?)

When do you think Baxter really fell in love with your MC? (Which step, did he realize it??)

Bonus third question, if anyone's keen: If either of them were unaware of their feelings in the moment, when did they realize THAT was the snapshot in time where they became a lost cause?