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dreamlandreader · 3 months ago

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Hounds of Love | Part Two

Thank you so much for all the love on part one of Hounds of Love, I really didn’t except so many people to like it, and I am so so sorry it has taken me such a long time to get this out but I hope you all enjoy part two as much as part one.

I would love to do more x reader fics with SJM characters so if you have any particular characters of any gender you would like to see, or specific requests then please let me know. 💖

Content Warnings: Parental death, panic attacks, water, anxiety, fluff.

Part One | Masterlist

I'm still afraid to be there,

Among the hounds of love,

And feel your arms surround me

Eris Vanserra stared at his reflection in the gilded mirror before him and felt every bit as hollow on the inside as he looked on the outside.

Beneath the jewels and the finery was a male very aware of the part he had to play, of the smile he had to paste on his face and the lie he had to feed his people.

Beron Vanserra was dead. But the joy and relief that his brothers, mother and the people of the Autumn Court found so easily after the tyrants death, slipped from Eris’s grip every time he desperately tried to cling to it.

He was not sad his father had gone. Not by a long shot. He just felt … nothing. Nothing except the burgeoning responsibility he had to his court, and the absolute terror that he was not up to the job.

But he had no time for moping. His advisors were getting tetchy and Lucien had stalled the ceremony long enough.

In Autumn Court tradition Eris would be sworn in as High Lord in front of thousands of his citizens. Then a grand party will be thrown, where representatives from every Autumn Court city, town and village will meet their new leader.

Eris hated the vain display of pomp and ceremony, but on his long list of immediate changes to be instated in his court, the cancellation of a celebration that brought his people such happiness was not deemed a priority.

‘Eris, hurry up! Even the priestess is getting impaitent,’ Lucien hissed from behind the oak panelled door.

Smoothing his fine clothing, the soon to be High Lord of the Autumn Court forced his smile to reach his eyes and headed towards his future.

The ceremony was long and dull and you were so far back that you couldn’t make out a single feature on the new High Lord’s face, or hear a word from the priestess’s mouth.

It was an honour, your father had said, to be invited to represent your small boarder town at the appointment of the new ruler of your lands. You did not feel very honoured though. You felt claustrophobic, squashed amongst all the other citizens who were desperately pushing to see the new High Lord. Moreover your dress, though beautiful, was incredibly uncomfortable, with itchy fabric and a tightly pulled corset, never mind the pinching shoes that were slowing crushing your poor toes.

But your main issue was not with your outfit or the rude people around you breathing down your neck, it was a lingering sense of nervousness that you might run in to someone familiar. It did not help that the new High Lord shared a name with the male you were so anxious to run into. Eris. It was a fairly traditional name, and was common amongst the Autumn Court nobility, but it stirred something within you that you had tried, and failed, to ignore for seven years straight.

It certainly didn’t feel like only seven years since you last saw the stranger, not when he had consumed your dreams every night since. His unrelenting kindness that day allowed you to return to your sick father, pockets lined with more than enough to pay for his medicine, to buy better resources for the farm and to pay off Beron’s tithe.

Since that day you had built a better life, not only for yourself but for the small community you lived in. With the help of the treasures that the generous male had given you, you were able to focus on not only growing food for the village but also medicinal plants that the local healer so desperately needed, but couldn’t access due to trading restrictions Beron had so foolishly imposed on the boarders. Hallie, the beautiful hound who guided you home safely that night, had never left your side since. Whether you were working in the fields, selling to the apothecary, caring for your father or sleeping, the dutiful dog was at your feet, always alert but more than happy to receive your affections. It had splintered your heart leaving her behind whilst you journeyed back here, but you had entrusted her to watch over your father.

Despite all of your success, you couldn’t shake the aching feeling that something was missing. You knew it was foolish, dreaming of a male you met for all of ten minutes, but you couldn’t ignore the prang of pain every time you thought of the copper haired beauty.

As thoughts of the beautiful stranger came bubbling to the surface and the packed crowds shoved further forward in an attempt to see the new High Lord from a better angle, a devastatingly sharp pang of fear swam up your chest, clawing at your heart. Not now. You thought. Not here! This room was too hot. Your dress was far too tight. You could not breathe as the anxiety climbed up your throat. Could not move. Until you did.

Pushing and elbowing and fighting your way out of the crowd, you slipped through the hoards of onlookers and ran. You lost your shoes in a matter of seconds, and it wasn’t until the twigs poked holes in your feet that you noticed you’d ran directly into the woods.

Once you were out of the sight of ‘polite’ society, you tore at your dress, trying desperately to undo the corseting which stuffed you in so restrictively. Your hands trembled against the ribbon at your ribcage and you let out a small sound as you sank to your knees and cried.

Eris was on fire.

He had never really felt the heat. Even in the summer court, Eris was unbothered by the scorching temperatures. He had fire in his veins after all. But this searing pain in his chest consumed him.

He could not hear the words of the ancient priestess over the ringing reverberating around his skull, and it was all he could do, not to let his legs buckle from under him. He felt a pull. An urge to flee. The need to escape. But he could not. So he grit his teeth and bore the agony, praying that the seconds would tick by much faster.

When the priestess had finally wrapped up the ceremony and crowned him as High Lord, Eris bolted. He was supposed to stay put. To walk calmly to the ballroom, make a speech, meet representatives of all the lands in his court. But that could wait. Lucien would have to figure something out. Because Eris needed to leave. He needed to run, but towards what he did not know.

It took six minutes and twenty-two seconds until Eris's feet stopped running, and the taut pull in his chest slackened just slightly. He had reached a glimmering lake, and was momentarily dazzled by the reflection of the crisp autumn sun shining on the still waters.

It was the sound that first drew his attention to you. A whimper, and rapid breathing. The scrape of nails slashing at fabric. Eris looked to the bank of the lake and saw you knelt, a pool of silk encircling your frame. He couldn't see your face, but from the noises you made he knew you were crying. You were tugging helplessly at the tight laces which tied your corset, and the more you struggled the more panicked you seemed to become. He knew that feeling too well, but his own anxiety dissolved into the background as his focus shifted entirely onto you.

"Hey, let me help you," he said softly, moving cautiously towards your back, and kneeling gently behind you. You slowed in response to his soothing tone, but continued to tug at the ribbon in frustration.

"I need this damned thing off I can’t - I can’t breathe!" you panted, fear dripping from your shaking voice.

"Wait, wait just stop. Stay still. Let me help you,"

Eris steadied his hands, still shaking from his own agitation and began to undo the laces, first untangling the tight bow at the base of your spine and gradually working his way up pulling the satin ribbon free from the eyelets. You began to breathe easier with each inch of the corset that was released.

"There. It’s done. Are you-”

Eris didn’t get to finish his sentence before you whipped up, leaving your dress in a crumpled heap on the forest floor. Your cream chemise fluttered behind you, as you sprinted towards to lake and flung yourself in.

“What the fu-” Eris darted up and lunged into the water fully clothed in his regal attire.

The surface of the water stilled momentarily, before your head gracefully emerged and you lay flat, floating on your back, staring up at the rosy pink sky.

Eris much less delicately reached the surface, spluttering and floundering in the water. He swiftly removed his heavy overcoat and watched glumly as his favourite baldric sank, a trail of bubbles the only thing to suggest it had ever been there.

“What in the mother’s name were you thinking!?” Eris exclaimed, still catching his breath from his unexpected bath.

“I have panic attacks,” you said matter of factly, drawing your fingers through the frigid water in lazy circles.

“I can't breathe, and I feel like I'm on fire. When I'm home, if I can feel them coming I take a bath as cold as possible. It grounds me. I can reset and then breathe again,"

There was a stark silence as Eris took in your floating form. You looked ethereal with your hair splayed across the water, but he couldn't quite make out your features with the setting sun shining right in his eyes.

"I run," he said softly, feeling the need to tell you something about himself after he had intruded on such a raw moment.

"Hmmm?"

"When I have panic attacks, I run. I’m always so envious of how free my hounds look when they get to run without limits. When I'm anxious, all I want to do is join them, so I do,"

"Oh," you answered, your heart warming slightly at this strangers confession.

You started to rise in the water, and took in the beautiful male before you. As your eyes scanned up his well toned body you suddenly remembered your manners.

"Thank you for your hel-," You stopped abruptly as your eyes met his. This was no stranger. You should have known from the distinct timbre of his voice. From the kindness he so willingly showed to a complete stranger. After so long, he was here.

"Eris!"

"Y/N!"

Eris's eyes were just as wide as yours, round and swimming with feeling.

“What are you doing here?” Eris whispered, silver lining his chestnut eyes.

“I- the new High Lord,” You replied as you stared at the male before you, too afraid to blink in case he disappeared again, never to return.

“You saved my life. My father’s life. You gave me the chance to help other people. Why?”

“Because, it was the right thing to do,” Eris stated matter of factly as he took your hand into his. Your heart was pounding and as strange as it seemed, you were certain you could hear Eris’s heart thudding the same beat.

“You gave me your dog,” you stated, the shock truly beginning to set in.

“Yes, I did. Is she still-” he couldn’t finish that thought.

“She’s good. Brilliant. Beyond any companion I could have wished for,” you reassured him.

“She always was. I’m so glad you found one another,”

“I never stopped you know,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. Baring your soul.

“What?”

“Thinking about the male who stripped himself of his jewels and lost his best hound in order to stop a desperate stranger walking to certain death. I- I wished you’d come and find me. That I could thank you. Show you the life I was able to build because you saved it that night,”

“I thought about nothing else for seven years,” Eris confessed.

“Why didn’t you?” You asked, squeezing his hand in encouragement. Drawing the words from his lips with your heartbroken gaze.

“Because Beron wouldn’t have stopped until he found me. I was valuable to him. He would’ve snatched me back into a life of misery and destroyed everything in his path before he got to me. I did not want you embroiled in his world,”

“Why are were you of such value to him Eris? Who are you?”

“A male who has regretted letting you walk away every night since the last I saw you. A fool who let himself dream he would see your beautiful face again one day. A sentimental bastard who promised himself he would never let this opportunity slip away if it presented itself once again,”

“What do you-”

You are cut off sudddently as Eris’s lips found yours. Soft and plush. Your heart soared and tightened with delight as you reached around his body and pulled him in closer. You were both sopping wet from the chill of the lake water but his warmth radiated through your damp clothing and filled the empty sal of your heart that had only ever wished to be imbued with his presence.

You were slow to notice at first. A small tug, a gentle hand reaching out. Then a snap.

“Mates?” you asked hopefully, pulling your lips from his, searching his face desperately for an answer.

“Mates,” he replied confidently, a nervous smile gracing his beautiful face.

“You knew? All this time,”

“Like I said, I couldn’t bare to put you in danger. So I had to let you go,”

Before he knew it you had flung yourself into his arms, and planted your lips right back onto his. Spinning you around, Eris slowly walked you backwards until you felt the bump of tree bark behind you.

He placed two gentle kisses on your lips before brushing your dripping wet hair from your face, his touch feather light.

“I take it you are okay with this news then?” He laughed.

“Okay! Unbelievably okay. Deliriously okay!” You enthused.

Eris beamed down upon you with the glow of a million fireflies. He leaned in again, his hands tentatively roaming your hips when-

“Eris, what the fuck are you doing!” Lucien screamed across the clearing. He was frantic, hair mussed and eyes panicked.

“You cannot be absent from your own party, High Lord!” He bit out.

“Wait- you’re Eris … Vanserra!” You shrieked, peering out from behind Eris to take in his very stressed younger brother, before staring up at your mate, astounded.

“Oh yeah …” Eris said coyly, holding his hands up in surrender. “Suuupprriiiiissse,”

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 22 days ago

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Is satorus happy-go-lucky and goofy personality just a front to hide his deeper feelings and sadness from others? Or is it his actual personality? Like in jjk 0 when getou just died, Infront of his student he was jumping around all happy and brought the focus to how yuta was related to him and there are more instances but you get what I’m pointing out right?

it’s definitely not a front !!!! like you pointed out with jjk 0, satoru is definitely capable of (and often does) cover up his own emotions when he feels like it’s needed, but his cheerful persona isn’t something he has to force. gojo is a very hopeful person, and more than anything the type to go with the flow — in my mind, people misunderstand him when they assume that he’s sad deep inside. gojo is deeply traumatized and deeply isolated but he’s never been the type to lament over that fact, he accepts it and that’s that!!!

and i think that’s proof of just how strong he is mentally. other people would easily break under the pressure he’s under, but gojo accepts it and finds joy in his life anyway. he’s genuinely very cheerful, and has his ’youthful’ spirit still intact, which to me in itself is part of his rebellion against the way jujutsu society is structured. he’s a people person, someone who enjoys buying his students souvenirs— etcetc. so i think it would be very wrong to call it a front!!!!! gojo is very skilled at masking his emotions when he needs to, but the cheerfulness in particular is something very integral to who he is as a person :3

#the jjk 0 scene sticks out to me a lot #because i think that’s the clearest instance of gojo Genuinely putting up a front #it’s one thing for him to hide his anger (which i think he has to do often)#and another to Force cheerfulness when we know he must be breaking apart #i think that gojo accepted suguru’s death very quickly .#and i think he’s kind of disconnected from his own emotions sometimes #but like …. he must still have been . so fucking tired #so for him to still smile for his students makes me so :’))#he’s a good man idc …….#thank you for the question anon !!#ask tag ✩#meta ✩

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thewitchandtheassassin · 5 months ago

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A Pirate's Life for Me Finale (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: There was something odd about the dark void you found yourself floating within.

Words: 1305

Warnings: Language, mentions of near death.

A/N: We say goodbye to our dear pirates. This story... started something amazing for me. I found my partner because of it. So this is very bittersweet and wonderful at the same time. All of this was written for her and in the end, I'm just excited to keep writing things like this for her and for everyone to enjoy. So this is its final sendoff. I hope you all loved it the way I did.

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-X-

There was something odd about the dark void you found yourself floating within. It didn’t have the finality you expected and truthfully, everything still hurt. You had expected death to wash away the aches of life and yet every breath made you want to cry out in pain.

Another sharp feeling within your chest forced air from your lungs and you jolted headfirst out of the darkness. Into… something, with light far too bright and an overbearing heat that left your stomach rolling like waves in a storm.

Where am I going?

-X-

The first thing you noticed as consciousness began to dawn was how fucking cold you were. It felt like it was burrowed deep into your very soul, freezing you from the inside out.

And then you discerned twin flames burning into your front and back, the heat almost agonizing as it attempted to drive out the chill. It was as though your body had been placed upon a lit campfire and for a moment, you expected to smell burning flesh and hear the crackle of your skin but you didn’t. All you could hear were low voices, trapped in the fog of pain and delirium.

“She is so cold,” one of them murmured weakly, a profound sadness in their words and suddenly there was a fire settling upon your chest, just above the heart.

“She is alive. That is all we could ask for. She needs our warmth and our love. She will return to us, my love,” another voice responded, the pressure on your chest growing intense.

You could recognize them, just barely. The flames that often set your heart ablaze whenever they were near. Instinctively, you wanted to curl into them but the overwhelming heat left you wanting to squirm away.

It was quite the cacophony of warring emotions and you disliked it significantly.

There was a long, pained moan and it took a moment to realize it had come from you. The voices around you went silent, only the sounds of bated breath reaching your ears and you moaned again, shifting slightly away from the warmth that was beginning to leave your bones aching.

“No, malysh, don’t move. You need to warm up or you could…” Wanda’s soft words trailed off as her hands rolled you closer.

“Hurts,” you croaked, the salt of the sea having left your throat cracked and sore. “Hot.”

One bleary eye drifted open, exposing the red-rimmed eyes of Natasha as she stared at you with barely controlled joy. A strong hand landed on your shoulder, keeping you firmly in place. “I know, honey, but you cannot move. Your body needs to warm up. You were in the water too long. You were nearly frozen when Yelena found you and brought you to the surface. Your...” Natasha released a shuddering breath. “Your heart had stopped beating. We did not know if we could bring you back.”

Slowly taking stock of your pained body, there was an undeniable ache in your chest and you remembered the black void of nothingness. How weightless you’d felt, despite the agony wracking through you.

“Oh…” you exhaled sharply, wincing at the tug of your lungs.

Wanda’s body trembled against your back, her anguished sobs escaping in harsh pants as her face pressed between your shoulders. It was horribly tender, the skin raw from stone and brine and muscles taut with the stiffness of a corpse, but you wouldn’t deny her this comfort. Your unsteady hand lifted to pet the hand resting on your hip, “We thought we had lost you!”

Bile drifted up your aching throat. They had, if only for a moment. No longer attached to your flesh, you had accepted your fate, intending to let the void swallow you whole. But you couldn’t admit that, not now.

“I’m here,” you whispered reassuringly, your weak squeeze of her hand only spurning the sobs on. Peering at the redhead before you, you watched similar tracks begin to form on her cheeks. “I’m here.”

-X-

The first week of your recovery was a haze of consciousness. You’d find yourself drifting in and out, the lull of the waves rocking the ship dragging you back into a needed rest. Galaxies were painted across your ribs and torso from your descent into painful waters; at first a grizzly reddish purple splatter that slowly drifted into a smattering of greens and yellows.

A parting gift from Rumlow, you supposed.

You could still feel the ache and shift of your bones whenever you moved, but it had transformed into a dull throb instead of the daggers being shoved into your chest cavity. What drove you crazy was how your two lovers treated you. As if you were made of glass. As if one wrong touch would forge spider webs into your reflection and shatter you across the bedroom floor.

It was truly maddening.

Eyes narrowing as Natasha coolly stalked about the room, bringing you a full waterskin and a plate of fruit, you gripped her arm with surprising strength as she got closer.

“I am perfectly capable of joining the crew for a meal, you know,” you huffed, feeling your heart twinge at the brief flicker of hurt in her eyes. “I appreciate that you care, darling, but I cannot spend the rest of my life in this bed. My body is healing, but staying trapped in bed all day is driving my mind to the brig.”

Slowly settling on the mattress beside you, Natasha’s head bowed as she stared at your hand as it drifted down to hers, fingers tangling together.

“We almost lost you. I almost lost you. And I cannot bear that thought. I always believed Wanda to be the only person I would need in this life… until we met you. Now I cannot stomach the idea of losing either of you. The two of you have become the center of my universe. The glory and the gold is all fine and well but to lose either of you would break me.” She sniffled, a lone tear falling onto the back of your combined hands. “I know you are capable. I know that you are not made of parchment or glass. But I just… need you to be safe. I need to know you are alive. That we… did not lose you and this is all some desperate dream.”

Twisting in bed, your free hand lifted to her cheek and tilted her head in your direction. Glistening eyes met yours and you surged forward, ignoring the brief shock of pain. Your lips found chapped flesh but you didn’t care, pouring your love and warmth and life into the embrace.

“You did not lose me,” you promised breathlessly, mouth repeatedly pressing into hers. “I am here. With you. With Wanda. With the women I love and want and need. You need to believe that or you will send yourself into the gallows of darkness and despair.”

Incessant hands wound their way into your disheveled hair, dragging you closer. It hurt but this was the firmest anyone had been with you in weeks and you hadn’t realized how desperate you’d been for such a touch until now. Teeth sunk into your lip and tugged, pulling a whine from deep within your throat.

“You’re here,” she whispered, pushing her forehead against yours. “You’re alive.”

“Forever,” you swore, knowing deep within your heart that you could never leave their sides; for as long as you had breath, it was theirs.

“Always. I have found my treasures and I intend to keep them with me for as long as I live.”

Chuckling lowly, you slowly fell backwards, yanking the fierce pirate with you. “What a pirate’s life for you then, I suppose.”

Capturing her smile with yours, you knew this was exactly the life for you.

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gabessquishytum · 7 months ago

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So I just had a cursed dream (stress (?) Nightmare) that will probably haunt me for days to come and though it would make an excellent Dreamling prompt. (And no, I don't even have a crush on this coworker that featured in my dream. It was wild.)

Dream and Hob work on the same team. They've been slowly growing closer, chatting outside of work, ect. Dream mentions something off-hand in their messages during the work day, like telling Hob some facts about a piece of music or whatever (for me in my dream it had been a workout routine).

Hob types up some long message, confessing his feelings for Dream but doesn't plan on sending it. He scrolls up through the chat and in the process, accidentally hits send.

He's mortified. But then Dream starts typing. And then his message comes through, and it's Dream saying he would be lying if he said he didn't share the sentiment. And they talk in the chat, exchanging some more messages when suddenly there are people replying to the messages that aren't just Dream and Hob.

Well, whoopsies! Turns out what they thought was their normal DM chat with each other was actually a team group chat! So everyone's seen it. Everyone. Including their boss.

Dream's a ball of anxiety about it, worrying about being fired over the non-professionalism of it all. Meanwhile, Hob is just ecstatic that Dream likes him back.

(As some optional Angst/drama, the coworker I apparently confessed to in my dream was married, so maybe in the Dreamling version of this, Dream's married/dating someone (Thessaly? Just because I'd feel bad for Cali) and in his own confession mentions how he is married, he shouldn't feel this way, and yet the prospect of being with Hob has brought him more joy than his current relationship has, possibly ever.)

This is absolutely hilarious omg. If it happened to me in real life I would simply pass away though.

Dream is actively DYING of embarrassment. I like to imagine in this au that both he and Hob are a little older and they are now immediately being bullied by their gen-z colleagues for not realising they were in the group chat. Ha ha, very funny, Dream is totally not having a meltdown and considering quitting his job, changing his name and leaving the country forever. Meanwhile Hob is having a montage from a romcom in which he skips around the house in his pyjamas and flowers bloom wherever he steps.

For the angst factor either Dream IS in a relationship OR he goes into damage control mode and starts saying that it was all a prank and he doesn't like Hob at all, he assumed it would be obvious that someone like him would never lower his standards so far. Cue utter devastation for Hob as all his dreams collapse. He calls in sick to work, locks himself in his house and refuses to take any calls. Dream starts to think that he may have made a terrible mistake as he is shunned in the office and Hob won't even talk to him so he can't explain himself.

FINALLY Death drags Dream’s sorry ass over to Hob’s place and makes him stay there banging on the door until Hob finally answers, bleary eyed, bottom lip quivering. Dream��s carefully curated apology flies out of his brain and he's just clinging to Hob’s sweaty old t-shirt and begging for forgiveness. He's practically sobbing that he does like Hob, he's just stupid and scared and he's not used to things being good. He doesn't expect to get a second chance but he can't bear the idea of Hob being sad.

Fortunately, Hob is a great believer in the healing power of kisses. So he invites Dream inside. And a few hours later, the office groupchat gets a single picture of Hob being cuddled and snuggled by Dream as he deserves. All is right with the world <3

#kydrogendragon #the sandman #dreamling

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raekensluver · 7 days ago

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whispers in the wind

description: you take a walk outside one day after the tragic events of the hogwarts war, and reminise about fred weasley and his undeserving ending.

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

contains: angst, mentions of the hogwarts war, fred's canon death, slight survivors guilt, r has a scar on her cheek from the battle.

song rec: francis forever by mitski- " i look up at the gaps of sunlight, i miss you more than anything."

w.c: 950+

an: hnngh, another song got me in a chokehold and i had to write something based off it.

you step outside of the burrow, the warmth of the sun wrapping around you like a comforting blanket, but it does nothing to soothe the cold ache in your heart. It's been exactly nine days since fred's laughter had filled these very grounds, and now, all you're met with is a deafening silence, broken only by the distant chirping of birds and the rustle of leaves whispering secrets to each other. the vibrant shine of your hair seems to have lost its luster in the wake of his passing, and you feel like a ghost wandering through a world that's lost its color. your eyes are drawn to the horizon, where the sun is playing peek-a-boo with the tree line, casting long shadows that stretch out like arms reaching for something just out of grasp.

the twin's room, once a bastion of laughter and camaraderie, is now a silent tomb. the door remains closed, a stark reminder of the unspoken pain that lingers within. every day, you hear the muffled sobs and the occasional outburst of rage from george, but for the most part, the only indication of life is the soft glow of light that seeps through the cracks. meals are left outside his door, untouched and growing cold. the twins' mischievous pranks are a thing of the past, replaced by a palpable heaviness that sits in the very air you breathe. the burrow feels like a ship without a rudder, adrift in a sea of grief, with no map to guide you to calmer waters.

you decide to escape the oppressive atmosphere for a while and go for a walk. you amble through the garden, passing the gnome pebbles that now lay still and the plants that seem to droop with sadness. the sun kisses your cheeks, but it feels more like a gentle nudge of encouragement rather than a warm embrace. as you near the end of the garden, you spot a familiar path that you and fred used to take on your adventures. it's tree-lined, with the sun peeking through the canopy in patches that dance across the dirt as the branches sway in the breeze. you take a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of earth and leaves, and begin to walk.

you miss the way fred could make you laugh with the silliest of jokes, his eyes crinkling at the corners with mischief. you miss the comforting weight of his arm slung around your shoulders, the way he'd whisper sweet nothings into your ear that somehow felt like everything. you miss his enthusiasm for the most mundane of things, turning a simple walk into an epic quest for the perfect stick to poke at things with. as you stroll down the path, you imagine you can almost hear his footsteps beside you, the rustle of leaves echoing with his laughter. but when you look over, there's only the empty space where he should be, and it hits you like a punch to the gut. you'll never again feel his hand in yours, never share another secret whisper or inside joke, never see the world through his playful, magical eyes.

the ache in your chest swells until it feels like it might consume you whole. you miss his fiery spirit that could brighten even the darkest of days, the warmth of his smile that could melt away your worries. you miss the way he'd challenge you to be braver, to live louder, to love deeper. every tree, every stone, every dappled ray of sunlight is a silent reminder of the joy he brought to your life, and now, the stark reality that you'll never experience it again with him at your side. it's as if the very essence of your existence has been torn in two, and you're left trying to navigate a world that seems to have lost its color and meaning.

you pause, reaching up to gently trace the deepening scar on your cheek, a grim souvenir from the battle's chaos. the skin is still tender, a constant reminder of the moment when the wall had exploded, the moment when fred was taken from you. you remember the searing heat, the deafening roar, the sudden weightlessness as you were thrown back. and then, the silence. the world had gone mute except for the ringing in your ears and the distant wails of those who had been hurt or lost. it's a scar that tells a story of pain and loss, but also of survival and resilience. it's a battle scar, a testament to the price you paid for the world's freedom.

as you make your way back to the burrow, your thoughts drift to the life you had before, the life where fred's laughter was a constant melody in the background. you recall the countless hours spent in the kitchen, trying to perfect a new joke or prank together, his brown eyes alight with excitement as he whispered the latest idea. the burrow feels like a different place now, like a book with a torn page, forever changed and never to be whole again.

as you open the door to the kitchen, your heart skips a beat. for a fleeting moment, you think you see fred sitting at the table, his hair a fiery halo around his face, his grin wide and welcoming. but as you blink away the tears that threaten to spill over, the mirage fades, and you're left staring at george. his eyes are red-rimmed, his face etched with pain and exhaustion. your hand flies to your mouth to stifle a gasp, the sudden realization crashing over you like a wave. it's not fred. it's never going to be fred again.

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley angst #george weasley #george wealsey imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #the weasley twins #weasley twins

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mediocre-cravat · 3 months ago

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oh do you ever meet someone who just unintentionally and in completely harmless ways annoys you SO much.

#and ANOTHER FUCKING THING!!#every single time we have a conversation it’s fucking ‘be real with me be real with me’ why am i only ‘being real’ when im being sad?????#FUCK OFF #I don’t want to talk about this shit with you??? what is this accomplishing!!#you’re just actively dragging up ancient history and making me miserable when I was happy before!#she’s like ‘ah but you weren’t happy #it was just sitting inside the whole time’ no bitch I put it out of my head and did things that brought me joy and was happy #yknow like a sane person. it’s all very therapy speak and ‘unpack those boxes’ girl what is to unpack.#what is the point. it’s not getting fixed talking to you and it’s not making me feel better it’s making me feel worse and pissing me off #I don’t understand this shit. I am not close enough to you to want to talk about this and you know absolutely nothing about the people im #talking about. why do you actively want to make me sad. this ‘being real’ shit is just spoiling the nice time I was having with you #she’s away until September and I’m so glad I don’t have to speak to her #she’s like half joking with the therapy speak but like. idk she pisses me off so much I never know how to fucking reply to her I hate #talking to her I wish she would leave me alone she’s so confusing I was happier before we were friends #I never know what she means I never know when she’s serious I don’t know what she expects me to do or say

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green-like-pine-trees · 5 months ago

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Oscar and the Sun

Right out the gate, characters are not either sun or moon. I have seen this in so many circles. I understand that typically this is a shorthand for a character having a collection of qualities. "Oh, this character is so sun because she is firey, yellow, upbeat, and persistant". Like okay, this is fine, you have observed traits about a character.

But saying character = sun, character = moon doesn't inherently give it meaning. These symbols need to be grounded in something and contextual to the work.

I think this post is actually one of my favorites because it tries to provide meaning as to why Ruby is constantly associated with the moon. Ruby is the light in the darkness, she is looked up to as a beacon of hope. Just like the shattered moon, she still persists even after all of her hardship. It's very insightful, mentions things I never even noticed before – please give it a read.

I prop this up to say, that when she also proposed Oscar was associated with the Sun and/or artificial light, it gave me pause. I think it's an astute observation, however it also feels incomplete. Why is it important, what does it mean?

Well, I have a few guesses that I was hoping to share :)

V4C1 – The sunrise is a useful way to indicate a hopeful new era for the show and Oscar, just as dawn indicates a new day. Lots of transitions in this scene: sleeping to waking, closed to open, inside to outside, darkness to light. Oscar doesn't know it yet, but he's got adventure that's about to come knocking.

V4C7 – The scene where Ozpin tries to convince Oscar to leave. The colors in his room are warm (browns, reds), comfortable– contrasted by the cold blue of the world outside his window. It may be cozy but inside it's dark; the lantern only provides some small, temporary light. If Oscar wants true fulfillment, he'll have to venture outside and into the sunlight.

V4C10 – Oscar leaves the barn for the first time since Oz has made himself known. The scene is filled with cool colors and it starts to storm as Oscar approaches the train station (love some pathetic fallacy). The main light source comes from the blue terminal– all of these elements and technology are a heavy contrast to the comfort and warm colors Oscar experienced before. This is his crossing of the threshold, his first brush with danger and the unknown– the beginning of a long road ahead.

V6C6 – The episode opens with Ruby looking out the window at the moon and snow outside. Meanwhile, WBY are gathered around the fire, while Oscar is far away from it, pacing in the darkness. Ruby looking out the window could be a sign of her focus on the bigger picture, moving forward.

WBY's focus on the fire is a sign of their focus on the present, temporary comforts. They're not completely checked out like Qrow, but it's short term. Oscar keeping away from the fire could be a sign of his greater uncertainty. WBY are all huntresses (with Maria, a former), they're doing all they can do right now. What can Oscar even do in a situation like this?

I love V6 but also wish they capitalized on Oscar also being a farmer who would've stayed stagnant if he hadn't left his former life.

V6C9 – in this episode, everyone's sad and worried, running around in the the streets of Argos. When Oscar is found, he's light in the darkness: a celebration, an unambiguous joy. With his return, the gang are brought out of the darkness of night, past that gateway, into the warm light inside a home. Not only does Oscar want to be a part of the team, but the team wants him around, too. The rut is over, and they're a united front, again.

V7 – Oscar spends a lot of time indoors, this volume. The interiors of Atlas are shades of white and grey, lit by cool blue artificial lights. Earth color farm boy Oscar isn't in Kansas anymore, that's for sure. He's trying to get through to Ironwood, but there's always a sense of unease, that Oscar can't fully get Ironwood to see eye to eye.

I love how Oscar descends with the blue light harshly lit behind him, then he ends up being forced to walk along it as Ironwood corners him. All of the shadows contrast strongly, pitch black. All of these elements stress how dangerous Ironwood is.

Oscar is then shot off the edge into the dark mechanical underbelly. He breaks through and we get our first glimpse at the sunrise. In contrast, it's open, warm, and colorful. He's free.

Again, Oscar carries us forward into a new era with another signature sunrise. However, the sunrise is definitely bittersweet. On the one hand, Penny is the winter maiden, Ozpin is back, and Oscar is safe. On the other hand, Qrow is going into custody, Ozpin is back, and Salem's forces are on the horizon.

However, I do want to return to the notion of Oscar being not necessarily associated with the sun, but in lieu of. Dawn but not the sunrise, light but artificial. We don't even see the sun itself while Oscar is falling, that honor is given to Qrow. As if it's sort of taunting him, considering what he just lost.

Why is this the case? Well, we've established that Ruby is often associated with the moon– light in the darkness, hope in uncertainty. If we're going to tie Oscar in here, making him the sun doesn't really work. Ruby is the mentor, the one Oscar looks up to and is inspired by. The moon reflects the light of the sun, not the other way around.

So, we have the next best thing. Oscar is an artificial light in the darkness, not a celestial one. When the moon goes down, the sun rises.

Another reason why I'm cautious of saying anything definitive, is I think it's more of trend than a symbol. Take this V8C1 scene, when they're figuring out their plans. Once Oscar starts trying to help mediate and temper expectations, he's constantly positioned beside this light fixture.

When Yang calms down and agrees with Oscar about Penny, BOOM, light fixture be upon ye. She might've been harsh to Ruby, but her heart's in the right place.

(Previously she was positioned in front of it, blocking the source of light).

I see this less as "Oscar's thing is light fixtures" and more so, Oscar is constantly, unambiguously a good boy™ who always tries his best. Very often, the plot and framing positions him as a bringer of sunrises, a warm welcome on a cold night. Light has historically been an indicator of truth, knowledge and goodness– things Oscar tends to embody.

We could get into lamps, gold, and the little prince but this post is long enough.

So yeah. I'd like to thank gatherkeepsakes for the inspiration, I thought you made some really good observations.

#rwby #oscar pine #ozpin #rwby analysis #ruby rose #geartalk

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lonelywhalien22 · 2 years ago

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trust me

pairing: bang chan x reader

rating/genre: comfort, fluff, sprinkle of angst

summary: you're having a bad day and your boyfriend chan is there to try and make you feel better.

warnings: reader is low key hella sad in this (take care of yourselves yall <3) + a steamy kiss (very self indulgent ik i'm sorry)

word count: 2.7k

song(s) to listen to while reading: steamroller by phoebe bridgers (reader is hella sad so are we surprised lol), renee's song by bazzi, fall by chloe x halle

note: while i try to tame some bigger fic ideas into submission i'll occasionally polish up + share some of my more decent smaller pieces from years past. pretty sure i wrote this one in the throws of the p*ndemic while struggling with college and feeling hella touch starved...so yeah...enjoy lol <3

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It was one of those days - one where that funny feeling had bubbled up inside of you, seemingly out of nowhere. You knew it all too well by now, knew its signs and its symptoms. One moment you’d be fine, and then it would happen - a dreaded phone call for an appointment that you could no longer put off, a tedious task at work, a much needed item that you’d misplaced and couldn’t find - sometimes it was all of these things in one day and more, and suddenly you weren’t ok. And as much as you’d try to not let all the frustrations of life get to you, as much as you’d try to hold on to the good, to the light, sometimes bit by bit it would still slip from your grasp until you were tired of trying and there was nothing left inside of you but a dull gray.

You hated when you got in these sorts of moods - used to think there'd be some stage in life, some milestone you could reach, thing you could achieve that would make them go away forever, but you’d survived enough of them by now to know that it was a lifelong battle. There were highs and lows, and today just happened to be one of the lows.

Today also just happened to be one where your boyfriend Bang Chan was supposed to be coming over. His presence was one that so often brought light into your life - fun and laughter and a smile to every situation, but despite having accepted that you were in a sour mood, the thought of him seeing you this way made you feel worse instead of better - like a recluse undeserving of such sweet affection. As if he could hear your thoughts from afar, your cellphone began ringing on the kitchen table, temporarily snapping you right out of your self pity.

“Am I still good to stop by in an hour?" You could practically hear the excitement in his voice, imagining his charming smile immediately, but the warmth in your chest only lasted for a second before you just felt even more upset with yourself. You didn’t wanna burden him with your feelings - tramp all over his joy with your frustration.

"Hey Chan. I'm sorry, but I'm kind of feeling like trash right now." You thought maybe that would be the end of it, hoped that he would read between the lines, but he was completely oblivious, a caring tone seeping into his words as he tried to help you instead.

"Are you sick? I can pick up something for you and bring it by if you want.”

"No, that's not exactly it," you began, struggling to find the words. There was a long pause on the line, and you could hear Chan shifting, as if he was sitting up. You cursed in your head. There was no way he was gonna let this go now - not when you were being so distant.

“Babe, you know you can tell me anything right?” His use of the nickname made your heart flutter again, gently coaxing you to open up to him - to be honest.

“I know.”

“Then talk to me.”

“I just…I don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid,” Chan said immediately. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You let out a sigh before nervously continuing. “It’s just…sometimes I’ll get in this really weird headspace and it makes me feel like crap and...I'm just annoyed with myself. I'm sorry if that doesn't make any sense...I think maybe I just need to be alone right now," you tried to get the last words out but began to break down a little as you really thought about what you’d said. Something about hearing it out loud made it feel all the more real, your eyes beginning to water and throat beginning to dry up.

“It sounds like you're upset. You sure you don't want me to come over?”

You took a big breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking again, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find it in you to say anything else. It felt paralyzing - being stuck between the part of you that just wanted him to be with you and the part that was afraid you’d scare him away forever with your feelings. The more you thought about it the more emotional you got, and you felt a tear run down your cheek before you started to sob silently into the phone.

"Babe? Y/n?” Chan asked, voice becoming laced with concern.

"Yeah?" It was all you could manage to sob out.

"I'm coming over right now," he said quickly, making the decision for you. You could already hear shuffling sounds in the background as he presumably scrambled to grab his things.

"Give me like twenty minutes ok? And just stay on the line with me please? Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry."

“There's nothing to be sorry for," Chan said softly.

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In less than twenty minutes you heard a hurried knock on your door. Hanging up on your phone, you pulled yourself off of the couch and shuffled over to the entrance of your apartment, unlocking and pulling open the door to reveal your boyfriend's slightly panicked face.

“Hey…” he whispered gently when he saw you. You moved out of the way and he quickly stepped inside, setting down a bunch of bags before he turned back around and immediately enveloped you in his arms. The warmth of his body pressed against yours easily disarmed you, walls falling down so that all you could think about was his sturdy embrace.

"I'm sorry,” you mumbled into his chest, trying to look at him. “I didn't mean to worry y-"

"Hmm. Shush. No apologizing. Just let me hold you for a minute, yeah?"

You nodded your head against him, silent as you slowly relaxed all the muscles in your body and let yourself really feel his warmth, feel all of the love radiating from his body into yours. He smelled like his shower gel, a hint of spearmint seeping into your lungs as your breathing began to slow and your eyes closed, whizzing thoughts in your head beginning to dissipate one by one. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater, holding on as if you never wanted to let go, and he let you - staying wrapped around you for an entire minute, just like he said. One of his hands stayed firmly wrapped around your waist while the other went up to start rubbing all the way from your head to the middle of your back, repeating the motion leisurely. You released a sigh of content as he did this, feeling yourself start to calm down, heart rate beginning to slow. Eventually he loosened his arms just enough to pull back a little and look at your tear-stained face.

"Let's sit down and I'll get you some food to eat hmm?" he said quietly, thumb wiping across your wet cheeks. You nodded, feeling a bit like a child as he lead you to your couch and wrapped a blanket around you before getting you some food from one of the bags he brought. When he came back you noticed his hair was a bit wet, presumably still drying from a shower he must have taken right before calling you, strands curling from the dampness. And as you looked down at the container of food he’d placed in your hands you realized it was your favorite meal from your favorite place. He even remembered how you always asked for extra sauce.

Chan stayed silent as you slowly picked up your fork and began to eat, still sniffling a little. He easily found the remote to your tv, switching it on in a practiced familiarity, and put on one of your favorite movies, letting it play softly in the background before digging in to his own food.

When you’d both finished eating, he silently patted his lap, and you knew without any explanation that he was asking you to lean yourself back into his embrace. You did so shyly, Chan grabbing the blanket and draping it around the two of you before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you even closer. Finally you relaxed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck and turning slightly so that you could shamelessly wrap your arms around his middle, no longer even focusing on the tv at all. It felt so comforting to be in his arms that your eyes immediately began to close, his embrace luring you to sleep.

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When you woke up it was dark outside. You blinked a couple times, shifting slightly before realizing that you were still completely wrapped up in Chan’s arms. To your embarrassment, you caught him peeking at you with the softest look on his face, your heart beating a little faster because you’d never been this close to him for so long before.

“Better?” he asked you simply, thumb moving to rub against your elbow gently.

You opened your eyes a bit wider, immediately beginning to shift up on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I didn't realize how late it was," you said quickly instead of answering his question, feeling guilty as you shifted a little from his embrace. You’d essentially used him as your own personal pillow for who knows how many hours. “I didn’t mean to keep you here like that for so long,” you continued to ramble, but Chan only shook his head in response.

“Y/n. Hey - look at me,” Chan said with a soothing tone. You stopped your shuffling and did as he asked.

“Do you feel better?” he repeated his question from earlier, and you finally nodded a little before picking at the blanket on your lap.

“Yeah. I’m just sorry I wasted your time because of some dumb mood I was in," you responded, annoyed with yourself as you pushed your hair out of your face roughly.

“You know it’s not a crime to feel sad, right?” Chan started gently after a couple beats of silence, clearly trying to find the right words as his thumb continued to lightly rub against your skin. “Even if there isn’t a clear reason - that doesn’t make how you’re feeling any less real.”

“I guess.” You dismissed his words easily, clearly not taking them to heart.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked lightly.

"What do you mean?”

"Talk yourself down. Dismiss how you're feeling,” he elaborated, a little concern in his voice once again. “It makes me worry about you.”

Your eyes widened in surprise before you looked off to the side.

“I don’t know, I guess it’s just out of habit.”

Chan tapped your elbow, silently asking you to look at him again.

"Can I tell you something?” he whispered into the quiet. You nodded curiously.

"I care about you - so much that it scares me sometimes,” he said earnestly, raking a hand through his hair. "You're so thoughtful, so kind, such an amazing listener - you make it so easy for me to be honest about how I'm feeling, and I've never felt more comfortable talking to anyone else,” he continued, looking down a little as he said that last part.

His words made you feel shy all over again, not expecting him to be so open with you. You willed yourself to keep looking at him.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that…I wanna make you feel safe too - safe to share how you’re feeling with me, the good and the bad. Because that’s how you make me feel.”

“Chan…” you said, lightly smacking his arm in jest as you looked away from him, tears flooding your eyes for a different reason. But he just leaned forward and kissed your temple, pulling you back into his arms gently before continuing.

“Trust me, ok?” Chan asked as you nodded into his chest. “I want you to know that you can always share how you’re feeling with me - even if it’s sad or you don’t think it makes any sense - even if I can’t fix it for you - I’ll always at least be here to listen, I promise. Just don’t hide from me, yeah?”

Tears were falling from your eyes now - not because you were sad, but because Chan’s care for you felt so unconditional, so devoid of judgement - and you’d never known care like that from a partner before. You didn’t have any words to respond in that moment - all you knew was that you wished the two of you could stay on your couch, just like this, forever.

"I didn't mean to make you cry again," Chan said, a little worried as he saw your expression. "Let me get you some t -”

But you leaned up and kissed him gently, cutting off his words. This wasn't your first kiss, but it was definitely the first that you had initiated. Usually you would just stare at his lips longingly or give the tiniest of hints until he finally caught on to what you wanted, but this time you couldn't hold yourself back. You just felt this boost of confidence, an unrelenting need to express a feeling that words couldn't define.

Chan was shocked at first, but he quickly fell into it, closing his eyes and immediately wrapping his hands around your waist oh so gently as his lips began to move against yours slowly, lightly, with the utmost care. You each tilted your heads instinctively to opposite sides, still not coming up for any air as you maneuvered yourself back into his lap and brought a hand up to caress the side of his face before combing your fingers through his hair instead, a tiny noise of contentment leaving you in that moment.

“Y/n…” he groaned softly against your smiling lips.

"Hmmm?" you responded, still in a feeling of utter bliss. Your other hand was rubbing across his upper chest and shoulder soothingly, and you leaned in and kissed him again before he could even muster enough sense to respond, unable to stop yourself. Chan’s lips began moving against yours again, and he started to lean forward until your back was against a pillow on the couch and he was hovering over you completely. It felt as if he was trying to reach your heart with just the movements his warm, pillowy lips made against yours.

His thumbs started rubbing soothing circles into your waist and you felt like you were floating on a cloud, mind becoming hazy as your head became filled with thoughts of him and only him. He left three final pecks on your lips, finally mustering enough self control to pull back before things got even more heated. His hands slid from your waist all the way up to your cheeks, caressing them softly.

You were smiling softly but genuinely, in complete bliss as he leaned in and kissed your forehead sweetly before finally saying, “I love you, you know?"

“I love you too,” you whispered quietly, just enough for him to hear.

He rubbed his thumb near the corner of your lips, eyes crawling all over your face before he said a little regretfully, "I hate for this to end but I don't wanna keep you up any later than it already is."

“Then just stay over for the night. Please?" you begged a little bit and put a pout on your face. He immediately kissed it off of you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

"Are you sure?"

Neither of you had ever spent the night at each other's place, so it was completely new territory and you could tell he didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the entire situation. You shifted up a little to kiss his forehead back.

“Chan, I want you to. I promise. Please?”

You meant every word. You wanted nothing more than to hold him all night long.

"Ok," he said quietly, grin growing on his face until you saw that cheeky smile you loved so dearly.

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That night was one of the most peaceful you’d ever had in recent memory. Buried deep under your sheets, nestled under the stars, you curled yourself into his arms - so close that you could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, slow and steady. And you fell asleep just like that - sweet dreams eventually melting away into the morning sun.

#bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #bang chan fluff #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader

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myocsfanfictions · 6 months ago

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Run at least twice as fast - [Alice in Borderland Fanfiction]

[Masterlist]

Erica left everything behind to start afresh in Japan, a country she cherished from her childhood memories in Tokyo. Faced with parental pressure to dictate her future once more, she chose to break free. Despite the challenges of adapting to a new country without family support, Erica finds herself thrust into a brutal landscape where survival depends on playing deadly games.

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Chapter 1

“Erica-sensei, can I have a red pencil? There’s none on our table.”

Erica glanced down to find a five-year-old child looking up at her with big, dark eyes and a shy smile. "Of course, Daiki," she said, walking over to the wooden supply cupboard to fetch more colors. Daiki followed her as he always did, and Erica chuckled softly when he timidly bowed his head as she handed him the pencils.

Erica had been working at an elementary school in Ebisu for four months now. As much as she disliked being alone at home, the smiling faces of the children always brought her joy. The job was pleasant, and she had no complaints about the pay. She could afford a small home in Nakano and live a simple life, just as she had always wanted. However, she never expected to find herself completely cut out from her family.

She had arrived in Japan just five months earlier, fleeing a life that felt stiflingly controlling. Japan had always been one of her favorite places in the world. When she was seven years old, she followed her family to Tokyo because her father was the Ambassador of England. She spent five years there, cherishing many beautiful and meaningful memories of Japan. She still vividly remembered how sad she felt when she had to return to her country and how much she missed Japan.

During those years, as her family moved from country to country, Erica never stopped studying Japanese. As a child, she didn't feel the pressure that began to weigh on her as a teenager. Her parents had strict plans for her: achieve perfect grades to apply to the best university for International Law. Their control over her life was tight; she couldn't freely choose her friends, and if her parents disapproved of her friends, she couldn't spend time with them. She had to study relentlessly. But if she didn't like certain people her parents favored, she was expected to befriend them.

Erica had always strived to excel so that her family would be proud of her. However, when she expressed her desire to explore her own path and determine her life's direction, her parents didn't agree. They insisted she follow their plan. She understood they acted out of love, but they never tried to see things from her perspective. Despite this, she persisted, hoping the path would eventually align with her aspirations.

She succeeded in studying at Oxford University, but as she approached graduation, she increasingly felt her life slipping out of her control. Feeling trapped, she made the decision to leave. She hadn’t heard from her parents since.

“Erica,” the voice of her colleague Kyoko made her turn, “Thank you for today.”

The girl shook her head, “Don’t worry.” One of the teachers had a health issue that morning so they had asked Erica if she could cover for her in her fee day. There was not much Erica had to do and it was useful to work a little more.

“You’ve got your nail appointment, today?” Kyoko asked and Erica looked down to her hands.

“Oh yes,” she answered with a smile, “Take everything away from me but not my nails.” That made Kyoko chuckle.

“They are very pretty,” she said, “I should take an appointment.”

“Just tell me and I’ll give you the contact.” Erica exclaimed happily.

“Of course,” Kyoko assured, bowing before saying goodbye. Erica waved as she watched her colleague disappear inside the school. Adjusting her bag on her shoulder for comfort, she then set off toward Shibuya for her appointment.

That was a really hot day. Summer in Japan was merciless, but Erica liked to walk and she would have not let the hot weather win. She began her walk towards Shibuya, passing by sleek cafes where young professionals sipped on matcha lattes and meticulously arranged flower shops displaying exquisite ikebana arrangements. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of cherry blossoms, carried on a gentle breeze that whispered through the urban canyon of glass and steel.

Pedestrians flowed like a river, each person immersed in their own rhythm amidst the symphony of footsteps and distant chatter. Bicycles zipped by silently, their riders effortlessly navigating the labyrinthine streets. Erica noticed the occasional shrine nestled between modern buildings, a serene oasis amidst the urban sprawl, where visitors paused to offer prayers amid the tranquil ambiance.

She was always mesmerized by the beauty of Tokyo, it was a sight that could never bore her.

As she walked, Erica took a look at her cellphone noticing that she had still sometime before her appointment. So she decided to buy something to eat. Maybe an onigiri with tuna and mayonnaise. Her favorite. She could already taste it, and she couldn’t wait to eat.

She stopped at the side of the road, waiting for the traffic light to shine its green light at them. Shibuya was always so busy and full of people that went in many different places: the mall, cafes, work… Erica liked to looked at people wandering where they were headed and what was their lives.

People all live under the same sky, but we know so little of one another. That was what she always found herself thinking.

Then as the green light appeared, Erica heard laughters from behind her, before three boys passed by: one of them was wearing an orange shirt and he was carrying on his shoulders one of his friends, with shaggy black hair and a green shirt. While the third followed them recording what his friends were doing. Erica observed them as they made their way at the center of the road. The sight made her smile, and as they started to spin she found herself laughing. They seemed to having so much fun. She wandered what that meant as she crossed the street leaving the boys behind. She hand never had such friendship. If she thought about it she felt really sad. Her comfortable life had been a lonely one too.

Taking a breath she made her way in a near convenience store. As she leaned forward to chose what onigiri she would have eaten she heard a girl gasping with joy, “Look! Fireworks!” Erica looked at the girl and her friend with their eyes to observe what was happening outside.

Fireworks in the afternoon? Erica frowned returning her attention to the onigiris. Maybe there was some festivity she still didn’t know about, even if fireworks in broad daylight were not an amazing sight.

Then suddenly, the light turned off, but it never turned on again. But what was even more strange was the unusual silence that she heard all around her. Shibuya was never a quiet place. That silence made her shiver. And the chills only grew colder when she noticed that she was alone in the store.

What is happening? She asked herself as she looked around the empty room.

Was she dreaming? Had she fainted in some way?

Taking a deep breath to stay calm, Erica walked towards the exit of the convenience store. Her feet moved slowly and uncertainly, the silence ringing loudly in her ears. It had to be a dream. There was no other explanation.

“Where is everybody?” She asked herself as she stepped outside.

The street was deserted—no people in sight, not a single soul. Abandoned cars scattered along the road stood empty, their doors left open. It was a terrifying sight. Why was everyone gone?

“Hello!” She tried, but the echo of her voice scared her even more. That had to be a nightmare, it was not possible for that to be real. It made no sense. Erica clenched her hands to stop them from shaking. If that was a nightmare soon she would have woken up. And if it wasn’t?

“This is a nightmare,” she assured herself, “Stop freaking out, Erica,” then she frowned at herself. “Perfect,” she exclaimed, “Now I’m talking with myself.”

What could she do? How could she wake up? She tried to pinch herself, but that didn’t woke her up, it only made her yelp.

This is ridiculous! She thought to herself. There must be someone around.

As Erica ventured further into Shibuya, the once bustling streets lay eerily deserted. Neon signs that typically illuminated the area with vibrant colors now flickered dimly, casting long shadows on the pavement. The famous scramble crossing, usually teeming with pedestrians, stood empty and silent, its traffic lights changing from red to green in vain.

She passed by iconic landmarks—a towering department store with its shutters drawn, a row of fashionable boutiques with locked doors, and cafes that once overflowed with chatter now stood eerily quiet. Shop windows displayed mannequins frozen in fashionable poses, their empty gazes mirroring the desolation of the streets.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would rustle through the quietude, carrying with it the distant sound of a door creaking or a loose sign swaying. Erica's footsteps echoed softly as she walked, the only audible sound in the empty cityscape.

With each step, the sense of unease grew. She scanned every corner, hoping to catch a glimpse of movement or hear a familiar sound. The absence of life in Shibuya was unsettling, leaving her with a haunting feeling of solitude in what should have been a bustling urban center.

Erica quickened her pace, determined to find any sign of life or a clue to explain the mysterious disappearance of everyone in Shibuya.

It had been hours when she set on a sideway, trying to keep herself from freaking out. She was not waking up, and it had been hours, actual hours. The sun had set for half an hour now, she hadn’t seen anyone and she had not idea where to go or what to do.

“Am I sleeping or not?” She asked herself with trembling voice. “Am I in coma? Am I dead? What the hell is happening?” That was all so terrifying. She was trapped there and she had no idea what “there” was. She felt her eyes filling with tears; she didn’t like all that unnatural silence, she didn’t like to feel so alone, without a way out.

Suddenly though from the window behind her, the televisions on display suddenly turned on, causing her to turn around. The pale light was the only cause of illumination in that street, making everything the all more creepy. But Erica’s attention was caught with what she read on the screen.

WELCOME, PLAYERS. THE GAME WILL COMMENCE IN A MOMENT.

Erica frowned, “Players? Game?” She read it over and over, but she was not mistaken. Who were the players? What did it mean that a game was about to begin?

“What the hell is going on?” She had lost the count of how many times she had said that to herself that day.

Then the words on the screens changed once again.

THIS WAY TO THE GAME ARENA.

“This is all so fucking creepy,” she muttered looking around. Still no one. So she read the words again. They were pointing in a direction and even if she had no idea what that all was about the words were talking to Players, which meant that other people were around ant that they would be gathering in the same place.

“I don’t like this,” she said to herself knowing that there was not much else she could do. She had to follow that indication, hoping that she would have found someone to have some answers. She finally took a deep breath and she made her way in the dark alley.

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sacredjake · 2 years ago

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To Be Loved By You

pairing: sam kiszka x reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: angst, pining, fluff, drinking. let me know if i missed anything

i’ve gone back and forth on this fic and almost wasn’t going to post it, but here we are. this fic is very, very loosely based off the song To Be Loved By You by Parker McCollum. every time i heard it i just had this vision in my head for some reason and needed it out :) huge thank you to @malany-gvf and @gretasimp for proofreading and editing <3

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“So? What do you think?”

The words bounced around in your head, creating a hollow echo against your brain. You should be ecstatic, over the moon, jumping with joy. Part of you was, but another part of you just felt sad. And you hated yourself for it.

“Oh my god… Is it that bad?!” Seth’s panicked words brought you back from the corner in your mind where you had been hiding away.

“Oh no! No! Seth, it’s perfect. Em is going to absolutely freak and say yes. Honestly, you planned the perfect proposal and I am so excited for you both!” You quickly shoved your sadness deep down to reassure him that his engagement proposal to your best friend is perfect.

And it was. Seth had everything planned out exactly as you would expect, so when your best friend, Emily, said “yes” you were not surprised in the slightest. You were extremely happy for them both, but it also loomed over you as a reminder of how awful your own love life was.

You had never been in a serious relationship and every date you went on was an utter disaster. The guy was either a creep, or wasn’t interested in actually dating. After so many years of your closest friends falling in love and getting married, you were starting to turn bitter and sad about the subject of love entirely.

“Ugh, Sam, you should’ve seen it. It was absolutely perfect, and of course she said yes because I mean, how could she not?!” You exasperate over the phone to your best friend as you walk inside your apartment and drop your keys on the kitchen counter.

“And the way he looked at her? My god he looked at her like she was the only woman to ever walk the earth. And when she said yes? I just can’t even take it anymore. I am beyond happy for her, I am, but when is it gonna be my turn? When am I going to fall in love? When am I going to have a guy look at me like I am the only woman to ever exist?”

Sam gave you a hefty sigh from the other end of the phone as you continued to ramble and pity yourself, voice beginning to crack from the heavy emotions you felt.

You made your way through your apartment towards your bathroom to get ready for bed, petting your cat who lay on the armrest of the couch along the way.

“C’mon y/n, stop talking like that. There are tons of guys out there who would fall at your feet if you so much as glanced their way. Maybe your time is coming soon.” Sam effectively cut off your rambling, but his words of optimism didn’t help. If anything they drove you closer to tears.

As you entered the bathroom, you could feel your throat closing and water starting to prickle in your eyes, your chest tightening with hurt and sorrow. You shut the door with your back pressed against the wood and slide down the length of it until you were sitting on the cool tile.

“Don’t say that to me, Sam. Please. I’ll only get my hopes up for nothing to happen. Constantly reminded that I’m unloved.” You choked back a sob trying not to cry to your best friend on the phone. You have done enough of that these days.

Sam has heard and seen it all. He was the person you were able to go to with these things because unlike all of your other friends, he was single. He knew what it felt like to be lonely and want someone to share things with. But my god was he so optimistic and hopeful with you, always ensuring that there was someone out there for you.

“You are not unlovable, Angel. Far from it. You just need to… I don’t know… gain a new perspective on things?” His nickname for you caused another round of sobs to wrack through your body. It wasn’t often that he called you Angel anymore, but when he did it was always in situations like this. When you needed it most.

He sounded sad and longing, but you were too wrapped up in your own pity to even notice. It stayed silent for a few moments while you tried to pull it together, Sam giving you time to gather yourself.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, Angel.”

“Could you be my plus one for this wedding? I know I will be in the bridal party, but I don’t think I can stomach it without you.” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes once again as you spoke.

“I would love to be your plus one. I’ll be there.” His voice was soft and gentle, calming your emotions once again. You took a deep breath and stood from your place on the ground.

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you so much.” You gave a slight smile even though he couldn’t see you.

“Anytime, Angel. I’m always here. Get some rest, okay? Goodnight.” You could picture the look on his face perfectly in your mind. Eyes and smile soft and warm on his face as he bid you goodnight.

“Goodnight, Sam.” Ending the call and you continued your regular nightly routine, but still feeling weighed down by your own heart, the sadness lingering. You knew eventually it would subside, but tonight was another night in which you would fall asleep alone, wishing for the comfort of another.

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As the months passed on, Emily had asked you to be a bridesmaid, as you had suspected she would. You were thrilled to be a part of her big day in this way, but being a bridesmaid also meant you were constantly talking about wedding things and love. Which songs they will play, what song they wanted their first dance as a married couple to be, what kind of cake and flowers and decorations they would have. It was exhausting.

By the time the wedding rolled around you were grateful the whole ordeal was going to be over. Part of it was the stress of having bridesmaid responsibilities, but the other was because it was a constant reminder that you were alone. All of the other bridesmaids were either taken or married which didn’t help the resentment towards love that you were beginning to feel after months of helping plan this wedding. Not that you would ever let it show around them or Em, but you couldn’t wait to be out from under its crushing weight.

You vented to Sam about the wedding and how you felt, frequently. You would have felt bad constantly burdening him with your emotions had you been able to see past them. He never faltered and always seemed willing to listen and give advice. You were thankful that you had him, and even more thankful that he still agreed to come with you to the wedding.

“Alright people! It’s showtime!” Em’s sister, Audrey gathered the attention of the bridal party, signaling that the wedding was about to begin. You walked over to Em one last time before finding your place among the other bridesmaids.

“Congratulations, Em. You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I am so happy for you.” You lightly grasped her shoulders as you spoke. Tears began to well in both of your eyes and deciding neither of you could afford to ruin your makeup now you added with a pointed finger, “And if Seth ever hurts you, I will kick his ass.” Causing you both to laugh lightly.

“I know you will, y/n. I know you will.” She shook her head giggling slightly. You let go of her shoulder to give her a tight hug, basking in each other for a moment. You pulled away from Em giving her a soft smile before joining the other bridesmaids to begin the wedding procession.

As you joined the groomsman you had been paired with and marched down the aisle, you searched for Sam. His eyes found yours in the crowd of people sitting in the pews and he shot you a smile and wink, earning a smile from you in return.

The way Seth watched Em walk down the aisle pulled on your heart, drawing it near your stomach. His eyes were solely focused on her, tears threatening to break through as she approached closer with every step. You longed for someone to look at you that way, to love you that deeply and strongly.

The ceremony was beautiful and filled with tears from all throughout the church. You cheered loudly as the newlyweds walked out to their awaiting car to be swept off towards the reception venue. Eventually you were able to find Sam among the sea of people leaving their places in the pews.

“Thank you for coming, Sam.” You greeted him with a hug and bright smile, though he could see the sadness that held your eyes. He immediately wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you close with his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. He was intoxicating. His warmth, his smell, his touch, everything about him soothed you and drew you in.

“Anything for you, always.” He squeezes you tightly before letting go. Gesturing you to walk outside, you followed his direction out of the church and into the warm spring air.

“Nice suit, I didn’t know you could clean up this well.” You nodded to his outfit of choice. He was wearing a deep red blazer and dress pants set that complimented his skin well. You ran your hand down the sleeve of his blazer feeling the crushed red velvet beneath your fingers.

“Not so bad yourself. I think fuschia suits you.” He nodded his head back towards you and gave you a wink. You wrinkled your nose and pretended to gag at his words.

“Please, you know I hate the color pink.”

“You never listen, huh? This isn’t just pink, it’s fuschia.” Sam huffed jokingly. Shaking your head you lightly shoved his shoulder with your hand, barely pushing him away from you.

“It’s still a shade of pink, dummy.” You looked around and noticed that most of the guests had cleared out of the vicinity, more than likely heading to the reception hall. “We should probably get going though. Mind if I ride with you to the reception? I rode with Audrey here.”

“Not at all. This way, milady.” Sam held his arm out for you to loop yours through, guiding you to his car. Your time with Sam didn’t last long, as you had to perform your last bridesmaid duty. Pictures.

You didn’t mind this aspect of being a bridesmaid, it was just extremely tedious, and you were not a fan of having your picture taken. You were relieved when the photographer announced that they would be taking pictures of the newlyweds and you were free to join the guests in the reception hall.

As you walked into the open ballroom you began scanning the area for Sam, finding him sitting at a table with his back to you, in what looked to be a deep conversation with a girl. She was laughing at something he said with her hand on his upper arm, leaning in closer to him. You instantly felt anger bubbling inside of you, rising up to your face. You couldn’t explain why you felt this way, but you were definitely feeling an odd tinge of jealousy. Deciding to bypass Sam and the girl, you walked straight to the bar to order a drink. Thank god Em and Seth insisted on having an open bar, you were going to need the liquor.

As you waited in line, you felt a hand gently land on the backside of your tricep. Turning your head slightly you were met with Sam’s face looking down at you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You offered the best smile you could muster, shoving the ugly green monster back into his little box and turned back to face the bar.

Sam still felt the shift in your mood as you turned away from him without a word. He dropped his hand from your arm, and opted to not bring it up in fear that it would only upset you further.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender looked up from the current order they were working on as you approached the bar.

“Can I have a jack and coke, please?” Sam glanced at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at the drink you ordered. You didn’t drink jack and coke unless you were planning on getting drunk, fast, and he knew it.

“And for you?” The bartender looked towards Sam waiting to fill his order.

“Tequila soda, please.” The bartender got to work on your drinks as you and Sam stood in silence. In a few moments you both had your drinks and were heading back towards the table you saw Sam sitting at with the girl earlier. Although, this time she was nowhere to be found.

“Drinking heavy tonight?” Sam nodded his head towards the drink in your hand as you sat down, taking a sip of your jack and coke.

“I figured I’d need something stronger than my usual to get me through tonight.” You shrugged, taking another sip. You weren’t sure it was even possible, but his eyes softened more at your reply. He rested his hand on your knee and gave it a light squeeze. Even through the fabric of your dress, your skin felt warm under his touch.

His hand didn’t linger for long as he picked up his glass and tilted it towards yours. “Then drink we shall.” He gently knocked his glass against yours before lifting it to his lips.

The night went on, and Sam helped lift your mood as toasts were made, food was served and drinks were downed. You were definitely feeling slightly drunk from the rounds of drinks you frequently got, and that helped to soothe the sting of heartache. However, your mood quickly turned sour once again as the cake was being cut and the couple shared their first dance as husband and wife.

“Why can’t I have that? Look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes… I want someone to love me like that.” You sighed, chin resting on your arm that was draped over the back of your chair. “No one has ever looked at me that way. No one has ever wanted me that way.” You cast your eyes down to the empty drink in your hand and sighed again.

“I’m going to get another drink.”

You stood, earning a huff from Sam as you set the glass on the table. His large hand wrapped around your wrist as you began to leave, stopping you in your tracks. You turned back to face him, shooting him a questioning look, eyebrows raised.

“I think you’ve had enough, y/n.” Sam’s voice was stern as his downturned eyes bore into your own. You scoffed at him. Anger seeped into your body, boiling in your veins. Who was he to cut you off?

“Excuse me?” You bit back at him, tone venomous as you tried to pull your wrist from his grasp to no avail. He wasn’t budging, his hand like a vice around your wrist.

Still holding onto you he rose out of his seat coming face to face with you. “God, how blind are you?!” His voice was hushed so as to not draw attention, but his tone was cutting, teeth clenched. You stared at him, eyes wide, confused and not daring to speak. You had never seen Sam so angry before, and especially not so quickly.

“You don’t see it, do you? Of course you don’t, you’re so self-absorbed in your own sorrow to even notice.” His hand finally let go of your wrist at his last word slicing through the air. You stood there shocked and shaking from anger.

“What the hell are you-“

“Forget it, y/n.” Sam shook his head before he stormed off towards the exit of the reception hall. You stood there for just a moment as he walked by before you turned on your heel and stormed after him. Thankfully no one noticed the interaction between the two of you as they were all watching the happy couple dance.

Sam exited the hall through a small door that led out into the foyer of the building with you hot on his heels. The room was dark, only being lit from the moon and lightning flashes as a thunderstorm rolled in. “Go away, y/n. Leave me alone.” He spat as he continued to walk towards the exit of the building, crossing the room quickly due to the stride of his long legs.

“No! What the hell are you talking about?! Why are you so angry?” You practically yelled and he stopped in his tracks, one hand resting on each of the giant double doors that lead outside. He shook his head and gave a cold, mirthless laugh as a flash of lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating the mostly empty room for a short, fleeting moment.

“That’s exactly it! Don’t you get it? You don’t even realize!” He pushed away from the door, turning back to walk towards you.

“Realize what, Sam?!”

“What the hell does a man have to do to be loved by you?!” He stopped in front of you, his face less than a foot from your own, breaths coming out heavy and uneven. His tone was angry and frantic, but his face was sad and pleading. Desperate, wanting. Begging.

“Tell me! Enlighten me, please! What do I have to do for you to love me back?!” You felt your entire body turn cold and rigid as Sam confessed his love to you, a small gasp hung in the back of your throat.

“You always come to me crying. Angry. Longing… And it kills me everytime! I hate seeing you cry. I hate knowing that when we hang up you cry yourself to sleep because I know you hate sleeping alone. I am in agony over you, constantly. So what do I have to do?” His voice was as pleading as his eyes this time. All of him begging for you to see him. To love him. To love him the way he loved you. You began to feel your throat and chest tighten as tears pricked your eyes.

“What more do I need to do to show you that you are loved? That I love you?! That I have always loved you? You want someone to look at you like that? I do. I have always been right. here.” He punctuated the last two words with anger and sorrow causing you to blink as they flew from his mouth.

“Sam, I- I never-“ You began to speak, but Sam cut you off.

“You never what? Noticed?” He spat, causing you to recoil slightly and take a step back as you nodded your head.

“You never noticed because you’re too busy watching happy couples and feeling sorry for yourself! Maybe if you looked at me, you would’ve noticed I’ve been looking at you. Waiting for you.” You stood still letting what he said sink in. He was right. You had been so self-absorbed that you didn’t realize Sam had been there all along.

Every bad date, every phone call, all the times you cried to him and he would suggest there was someone out there who loved you, that your time for love was maybe around the corner. While you had been waiting for love, he had been waiting for you. Waiting for you to notice him. To love him.

Tears uncontrollably rolled down your cheeks as you stood there in silence, staring at one another while lightning illuminated the room more frequently, the storm approaching faster. Sam instantly softened at the sight of tears littering your face, beginning to smear your makeup.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. Please don’t cry, Angel.” He sighed, raising his hands up to your cheeks to pat away the tears as they continued to fall, not wanting to ruin your makeup any further.

“No, Sam, you’re right. I’ve only been thinking of myself. All I ever do is talk about my feelings and what’s wrong with me and my love life. Not only have I been a terrible friend, but I’ve also been missing what's right in front of me.” You brought your hand to lay over his, leaning your face into his touch and closing your eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I truly don’t deserve you in any way.”

“Hey, don’t do that. Look at me, Angel.” He lifted his hand from your face to skirt his fingers down your cheek to the underside of your jaw and finally stopped under your chin, angling your face up to his. His other hand dropped to your hip, resting lightly. Your eyes fluttered open instantly being met with his milk chocolate irises, a smile growing on his face.

“Hi.” He breathed out as his hand under your chin fell to rest on your other hip, holding you close to him.

“Hey.” It came out as a broken whisper, barely audible, even to your own ears.

“I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?” His breath fanned across your face while he spoke, and you nodded your head giving him permission. His right hand snaked up from your waist to cradle the back of your neck as he leaned in closer, sending chills across your body. His lips were soft and gentle against your own, and you found yourself melting into him. The kiss only lasted a few moments before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours and sighing, eyes still shut. You felt as though you were frozen in time, stuck like this for an eternity, overtaken by his presence. His intoxicating, woodsy smell mixed with a hint of cologne, the way his hands felt on you, how beautiful he was with his eyes closed, and content.

“Sam?”

His eyes met yours at the mention of his name being whispered into the air.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, eyes flicking between yours trying to gauge your reaction. Your hand found purchase on his cheek, cupping the left side of his face.

“Kiss me again?”

“Anything for you, Angel.” A smile stretched across his face before he leaned in once again to kiss you. His lips met yours, gliding against your own with a feeling of something deeper behind this kiss than the first. It was more passionate, hungry even. His tongue swept across your bottom lip eliciting a sigh from you which Sam swallowed down as he took the opportunity to let his tongue roam the inside of your mouth, trailing along the roof. Your brain finally catching up, your tongue met his. Sam’s fingers dug into your waist at the feeling of your tongues dancing against one another, and pulled you impossibly closer.

He pulled away again, this time bringing his lips to your ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you. What do you say we get out of here?” His breathing was labored and heavy against your skin sending tingles throughout your body.

“I’d like that very much.” You beamed, Sam taking your hand in his and leading you out into the stormy night where rain was pouring from the heavens, effectively soaking you both from head to toe. Without a care for the rain falling from the sky, Sam stopped abruptly using his grasp on your hand to pull you into him, kissing you for a third time that night, his lips spreading into a smile mid-kiss.

“Sam, what’re you doing? We’re going to get soaked out here.” You smiled into the kiss as well, a giggle bubbling past your lips.

“Just wanted to kiss you in the rain is all.” He pushed the strands of damp hair out of your face with both of his large hands, peppering it with kisses as he did so causing you to erupt into a fit of laughter.

“Think we could do this in your car? I kinda have to return this dress.” You laughed as you felt a shiver begin at the top of your skull and travel down your spine, making your whole body shake. Sam shrugged his blazer off and draped it around your shoulders, smiling at you sweetly, although it didn’t do much as it was already wet and cold from the weather. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before intertwining his fingers with your own and dragging you off towards his car.

“Anything for you, Angel.”

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` ♡ ~ what will happen to you in the next 15 days ~ `

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it is likely that you are going through a moment where nothing happens and everything seems very still, you may not see many solutions and much less that something good can happen from now on. but it's important that you know that this moment is being very fruitful for your intimate, for your soul so it's important that you look inside and fix things inside. there are things going on but inside you so it is of paramount importance that you enjoy it, stop fighting yourself and relax. deep down you may think that you are not doing anything to have a great time in the future, but know that you are doing it... your fight against yourself is an action! you need to understand that this is a good time for you, stop and relaxing more! when this is already understood, that's where the good things come in and believe me, they are very good! for you it may not happen exactly in the next 15 days all the things that are coming, but some of them do. you are very resistant to accepting your situation at the moment and it hurts you and causes you to fall many times. i have the hermit and five of swords here and that's exactly where you are but right after (maybe after you read this and it resonates) you enter the energy of the high priestess which is the moment where you understand your situation and start going with the tide and not against it and with that you automatically enter the energy of the ace of wands and tcharaaam is where everything starts to happen for you! after that you can wait for a new idea, a study, a job... something you really want. you will realize that none of this is as grand as you expected but you will understand yourself better and the flow of things and this will make you lighter and you being lighter will have success in all your ideas from now on. you will meet someone or even get involved with someone you know and you will be a person who will revive this phase of your life even more. i won't say if it's a person who comes to stay but it's a person who will bring out even more the best in you! expect to be closer to spirituality at this time. the moment to feel alive and happy is very close, enjoy and have good lucky!

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in the next 15 days you might find out something about someone you care about. i see that anyway it won't be a new thing, someone has already told you about it or you've seen it yourself.. it seems to me that there may be some breach of trust and maybe you close your eyes or don't take it seriously because it could be a person who apparently only wants the best for you, or seems to have good intentions. any contrary opinion about this person you get reactive and close your eyes to all this, you may think it's silly. anyway it's very clear and direct: you can have a disappointment with someone. this has to happen, i see that you will feel bad and you will feel a great weight, this will force you to walk and i see that you can be in a really stuck situation, where you are stuck! nothing can happen in your life at the moment and it seems to me that this person may be the only good thing in the midst of chaos, definitely a difficult and delicate time but it will be necessary for this person who is not to be trusted to leave your life and that you go ahead. at first you may feel that there is no more meaning in anything, but don't worry it's just the first step towards a new thing in your life, little by little you will find small joys and your essence will come back to life again, you will be more you!

⭒۟ ׁ pic three ,

i see that your life is not as still as piles 1 and 2, but i see that your life has been going through a lot of inconsistencies for a while now. these inconsistencies brought you a lot of sadness, discouragement.. you may feel that you have lost some things and even you may not have overcome or understood why these things happened. i see that you have a feeling of emptiness, neediness... you can feel weak and feel that your energies are drained... you can have the feeling of being poor in spirit. you may have had a heartbreak lately or you may be going through it now, i see that even though it happened 1 year ago that feeling is still alive inside you. sometimes more intense, sometimes less intense, it is difficult to overcome. it is important that you know that there are 3 people around you who can give you a headache in these next 15 days: the first person tends to bring you bad news, the second person is watching you at the moment but can also bring you a headache and the third person is a person who will tell you bad things and can mess with you even more! you know all these people, but in the case of the third person, it can be a much closer person (mother, grandmother, friend). if you see people in your mind, observe them and push them away if possible because then it will be another inconstancy that you will go through and as simple as it seems, the actions of these people can stop you and make you sadder, that is , more a disappointment and more time to recover. it's important that you change your mind and energy a little, don't vibrate in bad things. you came to me as the queen of wands and it is this energy that you need to take for yourself, once you get your energy back i can see that you will have a great start in finance and i can see that you are finally going to take the first step towards doing something that you want a lot! in the next 15 days you will have small happy moments, small discoveries that can guarantee a smile in your day, but it's important to connect with all other things so that you start having the progress you deserve!

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crescentbea02 · 1 year ago

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"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me" pt. 2 (Timeskip! Oikawa x fem! reader)

Tropes: second chance romance, long distance, friends to lovers, right person wrong time, ex-relationship,

Summary: In which Oikawa Tooru finds himself forecefully reviving memories in a flight for Japan, in hopes to reecounter with the one person that has him on a chokehold even after six years apart.

Part 1: here

ハイキュー

“Tooru, is something going on?”

She knew him better than anyone. And she knew perfectly well that something was wrong with him.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something…”

As soon as Oikawa went down the stairs of the plane, he immediately smelled Tokyo. The smell of Japan. And he sighed with happiness, a happiness mixed with longing. Sometimes he liked being able to say that Japan didn't mean anything to him, that it had only stalled him on his true path, he liked the idea of going to another country and finding his own home. And leave your old dysfunctional home behind to heal your wounds.

But as poetic as that sounded to him, he knew he was being unfair. Japan gave him what made him where he was now. It will only have been one obstacle to his happiness in the last year he lived there. Of course, Oikawa would never in his life choose to be in a place where he was tied. Even if it meant letting go of all of his people who made him what he was today.

At the Tokyo airport, he looked around and sighed.

Those stairs at that airport never gave him good memories. Despite being the mark of the beginning of his life. Maybe that's also why it never brought him good memories. Because it finally marked the farewell. Of his old self, of his old life.

Of the time that refused to pass. And of the time that was to come. Not just the warm smiles, and the smothered tears of seeing him go. Not just the long hugs and a few heartbreaking 'goodbyes'.

But also hers.

She, who from her greatest joy passed to her greatest sadness. She, who always looked at him with that love of hers. With that warmth of hers. She, who inside her chaotic interior, was her only certainty.

She looked at him with her y/e/c eyes, always so full of love. But now, when she saw him with a backpack on his back, they glistened with pain. He hoped it had been from pain, at the very least. Because he didn't know until today what she was feeling.

If she loved him so much that she wanted to give color to his dreams.

Or if she didn't love him enough, with the indifference of seeing him go.

“At last. I thought you weren't ever coming back” came a familiar voice from the gum and chocolate shops.

Oikawa looked ahead and smiled.

Memories of that airport were never happy, but they always had their less depressing moments in between.

Iwaizumi stared at him with that playful smile. He used to be more serious when they were younger. He didn't remember very well how he had met him. Just blurred images of bandaids, tricycles, skinned knees and a volleyball. Their mothers were friends despite being from such different social status, they both lived on the same street. Maybe it was because of that.

But these friendships for Oikawa were the best. The ones that didn't remind him of the first time he saw him.

Now Iwaizumi was more relaxed, he was in a better mood. He didn't know if it was because he stopped putting up with Oikawa every day all the time like he used to. Or it was because Oikawa wasn't as annoying as he used to be, despite being the complete opposite. Oikawa had never been so irritating.

“You know I never resist a good game” said Oikawa, immediately running into his arms, in a friendly hug full of longing and friendship.

Despite his hot temper and occasional arguments. What remained were the adventures they had, the obstacles they overcame and the laughs they shared.

Iwaizumi was his first best memory of everything he fought to have.

What would become of the two of them, without the two of them?

And Iwaizumi there took him to lunch in Tokyo. And they spent hours and hours talking about these same adventures.

“Man, good times…” Iwaizumi sighed after laughing so hard. That unique feeling of having to take a breath of fresh air with a huge stomach ache after laughing so hard. The trainer looked at his old friend with a smile on his face: "So tell, Shittykawa, I heard about your new girlfriend..."

Oikawa almost choked on his own drink.

He definitely didn't want to talk about his relationships with Iwaizumi. He was going to make him tell her about Y/N, he was going to ask him what was going on with the two of them, and he was possibly going to kill him if he found out he hadn't spoken to her in over four years. Iwaizumi has always been very protective of her, almost like a brother.

“Ah, did you hear about Emma? Well, then I guess we are not as private as we thought we were…” Oikawa gave him a nervous smile.

“Are you kidding? You, private with your girlfriends?” Iwaizumi crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow “You always enjoyed showing them off, you must really like Emma if you’re willing to keep things private”

Oikawa didn't like the direction this conversation was taking.

“Well, yeah but now I am more mature and a responsible adult” Oikawa lifted his head, never wanting so much that Iwaizumi started insulting him “I don’t feel the need to show off my volleyball trophees do I?”

“Yeah, you do…” Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, as memories of Oikawa's constant instagram posts with his trophies. One of them was even in wallpaper on his phone.

“I’m not showing them off. I’m giving myself the spotlight I deserve after all those years of suffering” he smiled, looking down at his coffee.

“Right…” Iwaizumi rolled his eyes “Do you treat your girlfriend right at least?” He then gave him a playful smile.

Oikawa pressed his lips together. He didn't want to have to tell him any more about his love life. Or the subject of Y/N would come up for sure. It was always like that, Iwaizumi adored her even though he hated that they were together at first. In time, however, they appreciate the way they were so in love. And there he surrendered to their love.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve always treated my girlfriends right” he simply said, to his friend's surprise.

Iwaizumi found it strange. It seemed that Oikawa, who had always liked to brag about his girlfriends, who was always such a passionate person, didn't want to say too much about it. It was nothing like the twinkle in his eyes, the happy speech he used when talking about Y/N, for example.

“Is everything alright with you too, though?” he asked, always showing that he knew Oikawa as well as the back of his hand “You seem very… Not interested in talking about your girlfriend. I remember you couldn’t stop talking about Y/N whenever we met”

Oikawa gulped and lifted his head proudly, looking at Iwaizumi with a more serious expression.

“What are you even implying? That I am only dating my beautiful Emma because I could not forget Y/N?” Oikawa said, almost taking offence.

“I was implying anything. You, on the other hand…” Iwaizumi furrowed his brow, looking at him with that suspicious look he always got when Oikawa didn't tell him the whole truth.

“I'm glad to let you know, Iwa-chan, that I really like Emma” he decided to just say. He was trying to deceive Iwaizumi, he was trying to deceive himself “Y/N is a whole different situation…”

Iwaizumi sighed. It was enough to look into his eyes to realize that something was going on. He wasn't accusing him of lying, he wasn't even accusing him of possibly making up a whole story. But he knew his slyness, and he knew there was something more between those phrases.

“Does Y/N even know you’re in Japan?” Iwaizumi asked, trying to catch him in the trap.

Damn it, it had been hunted.

He had no more use for trying to trick Iwaizumi, much less lie. Oikawa then decided to do the same thing he knew how to do best. Pretend it meant nothing to him.

“Uh, you see…” began Oikawa, in a guilty tone, while scratching the back of his neck… “I really haven't talked toY/N lately…”

“What?” Iwaizumi asked, surprised, crossing his arms. “For how long? You guys are still friends, right?”

Oikawa opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

Y/N hadn't told him that he stopped talking to her...

The player took a deep breath... And decided to just stare at the ceiling of the cafe instead of facing Iwaizumi's possible anger that would come next.

“I haven’t talked to her in… Six years…”

Iwaizumi stayed in silence for a while. Which made Oikawa not know if it was safe to look at him.

“You… You are an absolute idiot!” he shouted, almost grabbing him by the collar of his sweater "Shittykawa, I'm going to murder you!!!"

“H-Hey, take it easy!! I have a good explanation, Iwa-chan, I promise!!”

Oikawa never really cared when his friend got mad at him. But it got uncomfortable when he was irritated with him with reason. And he knew that Iwaizumi had every reason in the world to call him those words. He should even call him worse.

“Now, everything makes sense…” Iwaizumi sighed, placing his hand on his forehead "Every time you asked me about her, every time I asked her if she was keeping in touch with you, she would just say ‘Oh, he’s fine, you know how he is’, and then changed the subject. It turns out she was lying to me…”

The volleyball player opened his mouth slightly. Y/N didn't tell Iwaizumi that he had stopped talking to her, and even lied by telling him that they were still in touch. Just to protect him. Even after everything he'd done to her, simply erasing her from his existence… she still wanted to protect him.

Maybe Oikawa really didn't deserve anyone.

“God damn it, Oikawa!” Iwaizumi slammed his fist on the table and, soon after, looked into his eyes with a certain sadness in his eyes… He really cared about Y/N like he was a sister “How could you do that to Y/N of all people…? Even after you broke up… She was always a friend to you. She could've easily hated you. But she still insisted, because she liked you too damn much and this is how you thank her!”

An icy chill hit his chest.

That was the sad reality he had spent so many years ignoring. And that, now, he had finally faced. He didn't understand why he chose to face her now, only now, after six years. Maybe he was more mature at twenty-five… Maybe he was less homesick, or his feelings had faded. Maybe it was the opposite, maybe he was more and more attached to his past, to her.

Oikawa looked down, biting his lip...

If there was one thing Oikawa knew better than doing his job, pissing people off and fooling Iwaizumi, it was screwing things up. He hated himself for it.

“Can you at least let me explain myself why I did what I did?” Oikawa asked, in a tone of anguish and regret. Which just made Iwaizumi roll his eyes.

“Suit yourself, it won’t do much to the situation, but at least I can hear your side”

“It’s because I couldn’t forget her!” Oikawa suddenly exclaimed, hugging himself. He hated feeling vulnerable like this, especially when it came to Y/N.

Iwaizumi furrowed his brows and glared at him, his gaze softening upon seeing the way Oikawa was getting. And he was silent, letting him speak.

“I… I know we promised we’d remain friends but…” Oikawa tried to speak, yet his voice seemed to break. “But how could I talk to her if everyday without her just made me love her more? I-I couldn’t be with anyone without thinking of her… And.. I thought… That if I cut things with her, it would give me strength to move on from her…”

Iwaizumi was looking at him with one of those usual looks that used to annoy him. That disappointed expression mixed with that of the worried best friend who had advised him so many times. This advice was of no use, since Oikawa never listened to him.

“And just how did that work out for you?”

Oikawa didn't dare look Iwaizumi in the eyes.

It's not that Iwaizumi wasn't right. He had reached that conclusion before he even realized it. If he ever regretted having made a choice, no matter how big it was, he had never regretted anything as much as that one. That choice that completely changed his life for the worse.

He did not need Iwaizumi to tell him what he already knew.

“That’s why I want to make things right” Oikawa looked into his eyes. He wasn't lying. Anyone who looked into those brown eyes of his knew he was being genuine, for once, as he had always been for Y/N. “I'm not even asking for her to like me again, or to get back together with her again I just…” he sighed at the roof, putting his hands in his hair. “I want her back in my life…”

Iwaizumi frowned, but slowly began to realize that maybe Oikawa was being genuine. After more than twenty years together, the athletic trainer already knew every side of him. And one of the few things he was genuine about was Y/N and the love he felt for her. Nor had he ever imagined Oikawa liking someone so much. Hell, he had never imagined anyone liking someone so much.

But he had fucked up. Because of his usual insecurities and cowardice. Now he had to make amends, he had to plant a new tree after cutting down the one he had planted when they were eighteen. And it was going to be difficult.

Iwaizumi knew Oikawa and his persistence in getting what he wanted, despite everything, and knew that he would do anything to have her in his life again.

As the now recently Argentinian player stared at his old friend's face with a guilty expression as he waited for him to at least say one word to him, Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. He took out a notebook from his black backpack and a pen he had in his pocket, which made Oikawa look at him curiously.

“Here’s her address. She’s living in Tokyo now” Iwaizumi gave him the paper “But if I were you I would give her a call first. Her number hasn’t changed. Just don’t show up there unannounced”

Oikawa looked at the paper and squeezed it gently. Just those numbers and letters already squeezed his chest with impatience to see her. He thought about how Y/N would react, how she would look now. If she was still beautiful, if her voice had changed, if she was still loved. But worse...

“Do you think she hates me?” Oikawa asked, still looking at the small paper.

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow.

“She’s probably mad at you” replied simply, which made the player feel a stab in the chest “But I think Y/N could never truly hate you no matter how much she tried…”

ハイキュー

Sooo I may have calculated badly it will probably be four parts instead of three I hope you dont mind and I hope you enjoyed it <333

here are the tags <33

@milkteeboba

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thank u for the lovely feedback and I really hoped you enjoyed it <33

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marmorafarms · 2 years ago

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heyo! could i request a sebastian x fem!reader where the reader is like just as shy/introverted as him, but one day they’re hanging out and she’s acting more nervous than usual and when he confronts her she finally admits it’s because she wanted to give him the mermaid amulet? fluff or smut or both i won’t complain ;))) love your writing <333

Sorry this took like, seven thousand years to get to! I'm very excited about this request, I've just been a bit busy!

It is pure fluff, but it's still going to go under a read more. I hope you enjoy!

Today was a special day. A day that was going to be full of joy and love and all sorts of wonderful feelings.

Right?

So why were you so nervous?

Sebastian was sitting on the gingham blanket you had spread on the grass out in the Cindersap Forest. He was talking about something, holding the sandwich he had pulled out of the picnic basket you had brought along. But you were completely unable to focus on it.

Your hand slipped into your pocket, and you fiddled with the beautiful blue shell pendant you had tucked inside. The two of you hadn't been dating for a long time, but you were ready to give him the mermaid pendant, ready to ask for his hand.

It had taken all of your courage to ask Robin if it would be alright if you asked Sebastian to marry you. Robin had teared up and told you that you didn't have to ask her, you could've just asked. But she was so happy that her baby boy was getting married.

But was he?

You loved him, and you were pretty sure he loved you. So why were you so nervous? Thoughts of Sebastian looking at you in disgust, laughing at you, or even simply walking away plagued your mind. What if he wasn't ready? Or what if this was something casual to him, and he wasn't interested in taking that step with you at all.

It took a few seconds before you realized Sebastian had been calling your name out.

"What?" you said, looking at him with big eyes.

"Is everything okay?" Sebastian asked, looking concerned. "You just...you seem distracted I guess."

"Everything is fine, nothing is the matter!" you said a little too fast and a little too loud. Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, now I know something is up," he said. "You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

"Yeah," you said softly. "Of course."

"Did something happen?" Sebastian pressed. "Is your dad okay? Are your animals good? How about the crops, are they growing we--"

"Sebastian, everything is fine!" you insisted. "Nothing is wrong."

"Do you...do you not trust me?" Sebastian asked quietly. Your eyes went wide as he looked down at the ground.

"That's not it at all!" you said, desperate for that sad look to leave his face. "No it's...I'm...here!" you said, whipping the pendant out of your pocket and holding it out straight in front of you.

"You want to...you..." Sebastian said, staring at the shell in front of his face.

"I want to be your wife," you said, willing yourself not to cry. "I know it hasn't been that long but I want to be with you forever, I want...I want us. Forever and always."

Sebastian took the pendant and slowly put it on. Your breath hitched, and he smiled.

"I accept," he said, and took your hand. He leaned in, and softly kissed you. "I want us forever and always too."

You laughed against his lips in happiness. You couldn't believe that you had thought for even a second that he would turn you down. You had the best boyfriend, no, fiancé in the entire world.

This time it was you who leaned in, slotting your lips together. Soft noises of lips against lips filled the air, pure happiness swelling in both of your chests. You wondered if the two of you would have children. What would they be named? Would you be a good mom? You were certain Sebastian would be a good dad.

"I'll take care of the wedding prep," Sebastian said as the two of you broke apart. "Mom will want to build the wedding arch herself, I know that for a fact. And...she saved my father's suit from their wedding," Sebastian said quietly. "I want to see if it fits me."

"Oh Sebby," you said softly, and he gave you a tiny smile. "I'm sure it will."

He toyed with the pendant, cheeks dusted pink. "I want to get you something too. Where did you get this?"

You paused.

"Uh the ghost of an old mariner asked me for some money in exchange for the pendant," you said.

"Cool story, but where did you actually get it?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm telling the truth," you insisted. "I don't know why the ghost had it or why he needed money, but that's how I got it."

"A ghost huh?" Sebastian said. "That makes this even cooler."

The two of you laughed and cuddled close. You were so excited for whatever the future held, and couldn't wait to spend your life with Sebastian.

#sdv sebastian #sdv fanfic #stardew valley sebastian #stardew fanfic #stardew sebastian x reader #female reader

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