#bittersweet

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How I felt watching Alphonse beat Charlie up in Bittersweet chap3:

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ANNOUNCEMENT

BITTERSWEET CHAPTER 2 IS COMING OUT LATER THIS WEEK!!!

FINALLY

love yall have a great day :)

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mingyu+wonwoo angst? short one plsss

Now Playing: WONWOO X MINGYU 'Bittersweet (feat. LeeHi)' the rain poured down as wonwoo and you stood before each other, your eyes and his locked, a silent conversation passing between you both. the raindrops on your cheeks made you look more elegant as you gazed into wonwoo's stormy brown eyes, seeing your love reflected back at you. wonwoo caressed the skin of your cheeks beneath his fingertips. his touch was gentle, as if you were made of pure glass and he was scared to break you.

inside the convenience store, mingyu looked lonely like a dog waiting for its owner's return. a letter and a rose was clutched tightly in his hand. his eyes, usually so warm, was now held of despair. mingyu sat as still as a statue, his gaze still on the two figures outside, his heart almost broken. and when you looked at him through the window that was covered in raindrops, eyes meeting, but hearts apart, that's when his heart was torn.

[violetaquadelight]

🔸️💠Don't forget me💠🔸️

[w3irdoartist]

The higher the stack, the greater the cowboy.

(Note: I'm finally free from uni for a bit. Les get cracking.)

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Through the Lens series Masterlist

Most to all dividers used in this series was made by @bernardsbendystraws

Thank you again!! Rose

Rating: General Audiences (for most chapters but ratings will be updated each chapter also along with warnings being updated as well)

Warning: none^

Paring: !Super Senior Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader (reader is intended to black, but anyone can read it)

Fandom: Women's basketball

Tagline: Capturing every moment, even the ones that break us.

Brief Description/Intro:

When Y/N’s professor encourages her to use UConn Women’s Basketball as her muse for her final project, she never expects to find herself drawn to one player in particular—Paige Bueckers. As a junior with a passion for game photography, Y/N captures Paige’s every move, but their connection takes an unexpected turn during a game when Paige’s block shatters Y/N’s favorite camera, dueing her first night with the team. What begins as a series of chance encounters quickly grows into something deeper, despite the looming uncertainty of Paige’s final season as a super senior before heading to the WNBA. Can they navigate the lines between passion, distance, and dreams—or will their connection remain a fleeting glimpse into what could have been?

Moodboard pt.1

Questions?

Official Playlist

Moodboard pt.2

Moodboard pt.3

Prologue: A Shattered Beginning

Chapter 1: Through the Lens of Dreams

Chapter 2: Caught on Camera

Chapter 3: Focus on Us

Chapter 4: Holding My Breath

Chapter 5: In the Spotlight

Chapter 6: Sidelines and distractions

Chapter 7: Homecoming

Chapter 8: Unspoken but Understood

Chapter 9: Just Us

Chapter 10: Under Pressure

Chapter 11: Silence and Reconciliation

Chapter 12: The Storm We Needed

Chapter 13: Trust The Process

Chapter 14: The Raw Moments

Chapter 15: The Final Cut

Chapter 16: Marking Her Territory

Chapter 17: Court-Side Love and Matching Jerseys

Chapter 18: Family Photo Shoot

Chapter 19: Stormy Nights

Chapter 20: Breaking Points

Chapter 21: Timeout

Chapter 22: Crossing Lines

Chapter 23:

Chapter 24:

Chapter 25:

Chapter 26:

Chapter 27:

Chapter 28:

Chapter 29:

Chapter 30:

( definitely will be more....)

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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[sariphantom]

Rise August 2024 Day 5: Prison Dimension

That one scene in the movie that emotionally DESTROYED the entire fandom

[paroslineage]

Insanity

Chapter 1 : The Snapped Thread.

Featuring : The Salesman x F!Reader.

TW : ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT, HARASSMENT (Not by the Salesman),CRUDE REMARKS, BAD LANGUAGE, EXPLETIVES, MENTIONS OF TORTURE, THE SALESMAN COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNINGS, DARK THEMES.

Do not read if you feel uncomfortable with the above terms given.

The characters do not belong to me except the reader. This is an original plot idea do not steal or modify the scenario created down below.

Summary : After seeing you distressed for the first time the Salesman's resolve snaps.

Masterlist.

Next >> Chapter 2 : Torture Avails.

The door creaked as you entered your dimly lit apartment, the weight of the day pressing heavily on your shoulders. The loud clack of your work heels echoed against the silent walls, but the oppressive atmosphere of the office still clung to you. You had been pushed, belittled, and harassed by your boss all day—each unwanted sexual comment, each glance a cruel reminder of the power dynamics you couldn't escape. The exhaustion settled deep in your bones, and the tears you had fought to hold back throughout the day now burned at the back of your eyes.

As you entered, you didn't notice him immediately—The Salesman—sitting on the eerily still on your couch, waiting. His presence looming, and suddenly you stumble towards the wall breath hitch as you clutched your head and whimpered and his eyes widened as he stood up using his long legs to stride over the soft rug and cup both your cheeks with his huge hand as he looked down at you as he cornered you against the wall. You stilled, yet the sight of him brought a rush of conflicting emotions. The darkness of the apartment seemed to highlight his figure, his black attire standing out against the faint glow of the living room.

His expression shifted as he saw, Your distressed face, a mix of exhaustion and barely-contained tears, didn't escape his sharp gaze.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice dead calm but filled with an edge you had never heard before.

Of course it was bound to happen during his time of stalking you stealthily from the shadows thinking you won't notice but you did and seeing you cry and being highly distressed sent his psychotic tendencies into overdrive.

You didn't say a word. You didn’t have to. The way you slumped against the wall, the way you looked up at him with those soft almond brown eyes of yours, the way your hands trembled as you held onto the lapels of his Black suit blazer.

It didn't take much time to let out a heart wrenching whimper and you cried hard, wailing into his chest sobbing your heart out.

He wrapped his long arms around you, both possessive and protective with an intent to shield you from the world and tuck you into his arms.

"What happened jagiya?" he asked eerily with a facade of calmness but in reality he had already killed the man in his mind who drove you to this current condition of yours.

You only wailed harder to his question you knew he was your stalker but you never complained about his lingering presence, infact you craved it, growing up in a emotionally abusive household was the main cause of your loneliness.

The eeriness in his eyes flared up, and he pets your soft hair to atleast calm you and you do actually and just let out devastating sobs.

As if unsure how to handle the raw unseen emotion of yours. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his jaw clenched tightly as he tried to restrain himself.

Suddenly you went limp accidently hitting your head on the wall, he rushes to cup the back of your head as you went limp looking down at you frantically he supported your entire petite frame.

"Jagiya?.. What's happening to you darling?" he asked with a frantic tone of his which was very unlikely of him.

He took you down with him sitting on the rug with you engulfed in his arms as he rocked you side to side which surprisingly worked.

And suddenly you undulated spilling out all the day's stresses and burdens you had been carrying.

About how you were sexually harassed by your so called perverted boss, how he made you work late hours, how he made taunting unnecessary sexual comments towards you and last but not least how he "accidentally" brushed his hand on your chest claiming it was a mistake. How he pressed his disgusting crotch into your plush rear while pretending to guide you while doing some office work.

His hands gently cupped your face, forcing you to look up at him. His thumb traced the outline of your cheekbone, wiping away the stray tear that had slipped down. His gaze softened for a brief moment before something much darker took over.

"Don't worry Jagiya, I'll take care of that fucking bastard. " he growled, his voice no longer soft but dripping with eeriness.

Before you could protest, he pulled you close, his body radiating heat, his grip tight around your waist. You could feel the wild energy crackling off him, his fury just beneath the surface. He buried his face in your neck, taking in your scent, as if trying to calm himself, though his breathing was shallow and fast.

“You’re mine,” he muttered fiercely. “No one touches you like that. I won’t let it happen again.”

The raw emotion in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He wasn’t just angry—he was consumed by a primal, a possessive need to protect you, to make sure no harm ever came to you again. It was the intensity of his feelings that frightened and exhilarated you all at once.

You felt a little too happy than necessary, you wanted to escape the world outside—let him protect you, even if it was in his own twisted way. And obviously knowing that he would go to any lengths to keep his promise to you no matter how grotesque.

The Salesman was a dangerous man, and came with a warning of his own

But the way he made you feel was both intoxicating and terrifying.

“I just want to forget today,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

His hand tightened around you, almost possessively, and he pressed his lips against the top of your head. "I’ll make sure you forget everything," he whispered back, his voice dark with promise.

His breath was warm against your skin as he held you, the weight of his intentions clear. This wasn’t just about protection; this was about something deeper, something more intense than either of you had ever admitted aloud.

In that moment, you realized just how far he would go to keep you safe—and how far he would go to make sure no one ever hurt you again.

But first he would have a nice little chat with the fucker that made you distressed in the first place.

Continuation.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Okay, so this thought started out so so evil but it kind of evolved into sweet at the end, so thank me for not going full villain era here hehe Anyway, pulls out pitch notecards, picture this:

Buck has fallen back into a coma. And almost immediately he starts to notice the signs of the a coma dream - the difference in job, the way his brother is still alive, he seems to be suspicious, he seems to be starting to question this, wanting out, but -

But.

Then he sees Tommy.

Tommy apologizes that he's late.

Well.

Morning Late.

He knows Evan has classes to teach soon. But he was late coming back from work and he apologizes. He talks about how the private helicopter flight he was piloting was late to land; talks about this cute couple that proposed in the air.

Just like them, Tommy says, though, maybe Buck doesn't quite catch that.

Tells Buck he'll make it up to Evan, tells Evan he still has time to drive him to work if they go right now.

And.

Buck falters.

Tommy takes it wrong - tells Evan that they really don't have time for a quickie, even if it was record time.

And.

Buck goes with him.

Buck follows him to the vintage truck that Tommy had been tinkering on for forever and asks Tommy about that.

Tommy replies, confused.

Says that he fixed it a week ago, remember? He's been driving Evan to work in the car ever since. He asks if Evan's okay. He goes to check Buck's temperature.

And.

Buck notices the ring.

The ring on his hand.

The ring on Tommy's hand too.

And he tells Tommy, yes. Not that he's sick, but - but he wants to take a sick day. Tommy finds that curious - Evan rarely wants to take a sick day. The job is too important. And Evan hates being sick.

But.

Well.

It is their anniversary, after all. Tommy supposed they could take a day off together.

Play hookey.

Tommy could clear his schedule. Tommy asks Evan what he wants to do.

And.

Buck insists - he wants to do what Tommy wants to do.

And.

Tommy's a little shy about that. Tommy reminds Buck that it's their anniversary, not just Tommy's. But Buck insists - they always do what Buck wants to do. He wants to do what Tommy wants to do.

Tommy tries to charm Buck, says he loves doing what Evan loves, but Buck stands his ground.

So.

Tommy, against his better judgment, seems to fold.

And they go about doing a perfect day for Tommy.

Long ride down the coastal highway together. Late lunch at Michelli's (despite the curse! as they both joke). Love, Actually playing at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary. The rest of the night cozy in their home.

And all that time, Buck is just watching Tommy; watching Tommy be happy.

And when they finally get home, Buck is crying.

Confused and a little panicked, Tommy asks Buck what's wrong. Buck tells him that he knows this isn't real. He wanted to do it anyway, but he knew it wasn't real.

Because Tommy hadn't texted back. Because Buck hadn't tried to reach out either. But god, had he wanted at least one day with Tommy.

And they talk about it.

The breakup.

Why Tommy might be scared.

Why that fear hurt Buck.

Why this fell apart despite the love they clearly had.

And Tommy tells Evan that he knows they would make it.

Evan scoffs at that.

How could they?

It's been months.

Tommy responds that if it was him out there in the real world, well, he would be right at Evan's side if Evan was in a coma.

Evan wonders if he's right. He tells Tommy he's sorry; that he wished this was real.

Tommy understands; part of why he was there was to give Evan a little reprieve as he healed enough to wake up.

Evan kisses the coma Tommy goodbye, waking up.

Alone.

No one in the hospital room.

And at first, his heart sinks.

But.

Then, he hears Tommy outside of the room tiredly asking why Howie's not in the room with Evan; that Howie promised he'd keep Evan's company while Tommy got something to eat, something Howie made Tommy do.

Chimney apologizes, and Tommy's okay with it. Tommy apologizes too. Tommy explains that he's just tired and scared and worried, and he's walking into the hospital room and -

There.

Buck sees him.

He's haggard and sleep-deprived, but it's Tommy.

His Tommy.

And Evan couldn't help but croak out a tearful, "Tommy?"

Tommy.

Freezes.

His gaze at Evan becoming frenzied as he scrambles to put his cup down and rush over to Evan's side.

To hold Buck.

To hold Evan.

Collapsing on top of Buck as "I'm so sorry"s and "I love you"s spring from Tommy like a faucet, washing over Buck in sobs.

Tommy is holding Evan.

His Evan.

And Buck couldn't help but think as he weakly held Tommy as best as he could, that he was holding Tommy.

His Tommy.

And Buck didn't remember why he was in the hospital. He didn't know how long he had been there or what had happened since he fell into a coma. But he knows he can finally talk this through with Tommy.

That he never wants to let go of Tommy again.

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[aventurineswife]

aventurine x reader, but they both worked in the IPC together, until Reader faked their death to escape it. Aventurine kinda loses himself for a bit, but is sent on another planetary mission (idk what ipc assignments are called 😔) he notices one of the citizens looks a bit too much like a previous friend

Reader realizes Aventurine found them, and feeling too scared to face him after never saying goodbye, warning or anything, they run off to a secluded area aven follows them to, and boom we get angsty argument, bittersweet love confession, and happy or sad ending up to u!!

i hope this made sense

The Gamble of Lost Hearts | Part 1

Summary: After faking your death to escape the IPC and live a quiet life, You encounters Aventurine years later on a remote planet. Desperate to avoid facing him after leaving without a word, You run, but Aventurine tracks you down to demand answers.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, angst, reunion, faked death, confrontation, bittersweet, passionate kiss, unresolved feelings, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Warnings: Intense emotions, mention of grief and faked death, brief argument, bittersweet themes, kissing.

A/N: Thank for the request, Anon! Of course it made sense and I hope you like it!! I decided to go for a happy ending but lmk if you want a sad ending too 😇🤭

(Part 2)

The tall silhouette of the IPC headquarters still felt like a ghostly shadow looming over you, even on this remote planet. You'd spent years running from it, from him, leaving behind everything you knew to escape the endless cycles of high-stakes deals and veiled dangers. Faking your death was your only way out. A drastic choice, but one that had kept you free.

For the most part, it had worked. You’d blended into a quiet, new life here, far from the frenetic energy and luxurious intrigue of IPC. But today was different. A mission had arrived from IPC. You hadn’t realized who would be leading it—hadn’t dared to imagine he would come to this far-flung place.

And yet, here you were, ducking down behind market stalls, holding your breath every time he brushed past. His sandy-blond hair, elegant stance, and that gambler’s grin that still haunted your memories—it was all here. And with him came a flood of feelings you'd kept buried for years.

Somewhere along the winding paths of this new city, you’d slipped. He'd caught sight of you, and that glimmer in his eyes told you he knew.

You didn’t waste time running. You veered down alleyways, taking shortcuts and dodging through side streets, ignoring the heart pounding in your chest. The cliffside path outside the city led to a hidden grove where you’d often retreat to watch the waves crash far below. Maybe there, he would lose your trail.

But there was no outrunning someone like him.

“Quite the bold tactic—faking your own death,” His smooth voice sounded just as you remembered, laced with that same easy charm but edged with something new—something raw. “Did you think I wouldn’t find you?”

You took a breath before facing him, his piercing gaze pinning you down as soon as you met his eyes. He stood mere steps away, looking as striking as ever, the faint roulette motif on his overcoat catching the last of the setting sun.

“Aventurine, I…” The words failed you. How could you explain years of silence? Of leaving him to mourn?

“I grieved you, you know.” His voice was soft, nearly breaking. “I searched, hoping it was all some misstep. Until the day I accepted you were…gone.”

The ache in his words stung worse than you’d anticipated. “I didn’t have a choice...” you whispered, but your words sounded feeble, empty even to yourself.

“No choice?” Aventurine scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. “We were supposed to be partners, weren’t we? You could have trusted me.” He took a step forward, anger blazing in his eyes. “But instead, you turned me into a fool. For years, I mourned a ghost while you built this quiet little life on the fringes.”

“You don’t understand,” you argued, feeling that familiar pang in your chest. “It wasn’t just about leaving IPC. I couldn’t… If I stayed, I would’ve lost myself. That place…it consumed everything.”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Aventurine’s voice softened, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face, a tender gesture that held the weight of all the things left unsaid between you. “Do you think I didn’t want to leave with you?”

You swallowed hard, caught off guard by his words. The idea of Aventurine—the gambler, the thrill-seeker—longing to escape had never crossed your mind. But here he was, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness that mirrored your own.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, the sincerity in your voice mixing with the regret that had gnawed at you all these years. “But I couldn’t drag you down with me.”

“You didn’t give me the choice.” he whispered, voice barely above a murmur. His eyes searched yours, desperate to find a reason, a justification that could somehow absolve the pain he’d carried all this time. And then, with a hint of frustration, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. It wasn’t gentle—it was raw, full of the emotions he’d held back, the years he’d spent believing you were lost.

The kiss stole the words from your mouth, every excuse, every apology dissolving in the intensity of that single, electric moment.

When he pulled back, his hand still lingered at the side of your face, thumb tracing the faint line of your jaw as he gazed at you with a newfound resolve. “If you run again, I’m coming with you.” he murmured, his voice steadier now.

You met his gaze, realizing he meant it. There would be no more running, no more hiding. Aventurine wouldn’t let you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you promised softly, the weight of your words sinking between you both. “Not without you.”

A flicker of a smile returned to his lips, tempered by the hurt that had yet to fully heal but brightened by the glimmer of hope that you could finally face whatever came next—together.

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Charlie the Rat Pizzaboy~

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[parasolladyansy]

One Extra Guest

“I am Emmet. Thank you for allowing me to bring Ingo with us here today.”

This image has been in my head for a little while, as I approach an anniversary of when I lost someone, & when I’d consider what the twins meant to Ansy. When I first started DxP REWRITE, I really didn’t expect the twins to mean so much to Ansy (& by extension, me). They honestly feel like an extra set of brothers to her - if not now, definitely by the end of this story ;u;

So when Emmet asked if he could come in Ingo’s tux to bring his twin with him to the wedding, it only made sense that she & Ikrit would agree even if his own tux fit the wedding colors perfectly lol. Those who knew had bittersweet smiles (Elesa probably would’ve also shed a tear) but overall it was a very heartfelt gesture that made the day extra special. 🩵

This also lets me picture a more perfect wedding for Ansy than the one I had as a COVID bride who got dehydrated & almost passed out before we could cut the cake lol (pro tip: hydrate! XD). If I could do it again, it’d be at a rainy garden atrium, still have the small guest list of our nearest & dearest, & yes, we’d get to cut the cake! 🌧️

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