#but i couldn't stop thinking about it until i gif-ed it

[phoenixspencer]

I understand your hesitance, but what I do now must be done.

[aayakashii]

This is just a silly little fic with absolutely bonkers logic and the gifs are there just to illustrate the actions I'm describing, have fun with me 🫡

It's a full moon. The air is humid, the night is cloudy, and you're tangled in your sheets, trying to sleep in the poorly ventilated room of the run-down cathedral. You drift on and off from sleep, tossing and turning on your bed, when you suddenly hear a noise coming from your door.

Scratch scratch scratch.

You try to shrug it off, chalk it up to some critter running around – heavens know there's a lot of them in this place – but it just doesn't stop.

Scratch scratch scratch. Scratch scratch scratch.

With a curse, you untangle your legs from your blanket and stomp your way towards the bedroom's door, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

You open the door harshly, ready to shoo something away (you hoped it was just one of the many campus cats), but when you look down, your eyes meet something you definitely wasn't expecting.

Right there, by your feet, there's a dog. A puppy, to be exact. Its fur is a mess of dark gray with a streak of yellow, and it huffed impatiently right after you opened the door, as if it was waiting for you to do that. With a grumpy and loud sigh, that tiny little thing with stubby legs makes its way inside your room, like it owns it.

You watch it with raised eyebrows, as it sniffs around your room and drags a dirty blanket by his teeth – it was bigger than its body, so the puppy occasionally tripped while trying to dutifully drag the blanket along.

The puppy looks up, apparently locking into your lofted bed, and makes way towards the stairs. Your phone rings while you watch it struggle to go up.

"Rui?" You answer the call as soon as you recognize the caller. It's weird for him to call you so late into the night, so you try to ignore the sudden puppy invasion and focus on him.

"Hey cutie! So sorry for the late call but this couldn't wait."

"What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Soooooo, this will sound suuuper weird probably but have you maybe seen a dog around?"

You widen your eyes, and slowly make your way to your bed, which the dog was now trying to (unsuccessfully) climb after a long and arduous battle against the stairs.

"In fact, I have seen a dog. There's an unknown puppy here right now. It woke me up just a few moments ago."

"Haha so, yeah!" Rui laughs awkwardly "Would you believe me if I tell you that's Lyca?"

You deadpan, staring at the puppy that is now getting cozy on your bed, putting its awfully stinky blanket on your sheets.

Lyca's stinky blanket.

You sigh.

"What the fuck happened now..."

Rui laughs awkwardly again.

"Beats me! Lyca asked to turn into a wolf during this full moon since it's been a while and instincts or whatever – werewolf stuff, am I right? – and Ed's guess is that some weird clouds went over the moon while he was turning and he became, well... a puppy."

You squint your eyes in disbelief even though Rui can't see it.

"You're kidding."

"I also think he might be joking, truthfully! But his guess is as best as mine."

"So now Lyca is a puppy?!"

You observe Lyca sleeping soundly on your bed, in between your pillows.

"Well... yeah?" Rui answers, not sounding very sure of himself "For like two or three days I think, at least until the moon wanes for real."

You rub your temples and think about buying laundry soap to clean your sheets and dog shampoo to wash Lyca's puppy stink.

"And now I have a surprise puppy?"

"Well, he trusts you, I guess" Rui says, sounding a little bit bitter.

You think about groaning out loud, but stop yourself before you making any noise that could wake Lyca up.

"Will you at least help me buy dog food?"

Rui laughs, now sincerely.

"Of course, cutie! Sorry to drop this on you right now in the middle of the night!"

You two bid your good nights, and you watch Lyca while his dark grey paws move around as he dreams (probably about running).

You are a puppy parent now. Congratulations. It's time to go borrow a baby sling from Haru.

Extra headcanons

You do borrow a baby sling from Haru because Lyca has the energy of a thousand power plants. You need to keep him close otherwise he'll probably destroy something and cause the second Clash. These are now your outfits:

Lyca has the biggest zoomies you have ever seen in your life from any dog ever. And in the worst timing ever. It's either right before class or late at night. If you hear a sudden taptaptap, you just know it's him and his sharp nails scratching the wooden floor. You look to the side and he's like this

One time you do end up losing him. You blinked and he was gone. After a LONG and desperate search, you find out Lyca is actually in Vagastrom. Apparently Alan is very good with dogs and you find the two of them working out. Well, ALAN working out. Lyca was just doing his best with his little legs.

As expected, Subaru is very helpful. He finds the whole situation amusing, despite worrying for his friend. Once he finds out that he will go back to normal though, he absolutely loves it. And it turns out that Lyca loves to play in the rain and in pools/lakes and Subaru is very enabling. It's not him that will have to give the stinky puppy a bath later on, after all!

Speaking of baths, he hates them. Not surprising at all. But he's small and you're a giant next to him, so he can't escape his suffering the bath. You've taken plenty of pictures of him in situations like this:

He also hates that he has to eat dog food. He wants Sho's lunch!!!! He WILL run like mad to get to Sho's food truck. If you blink, he'll go ZYOOOOMMMMM

But little did he know: you already warned Sho about not feeding your spoiled rescue. This is him whenever you or Subaru are eating Sho's food.

Also him after eating actual proper dog food.

Gimme all your headcanons btw @ghoulspaw 🎤

[tiredly101]

I will always love you...

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Mary Margaret (Snow White) x OCC Female Reader

Warnings: sh (self harm), implied ed (eating disorder), suicidal reader, death, reader name is Kyra Robinson and blood mentions, overall heartbroken Mary Margaret

Summary: You have always loved Mary Margaret since the day you met her but is your love for her enough to save you when she leaves?

Gif is not mine

You had always been broken, since the day you turned nine you had become empty. They were days where you could barely form a smile, a real one at least, and they were other days where you just wanted to curl up in a ball and never get up again hoping death will take you even if it was out of pity.

One day you stumbled upon a curious little town called Story Brooke, it wasn't all that special but your job payed your rent of a humble little home that you called yours.

You had quite the simple routine; wake up, question life choices, go to work, question more your life choices, go back home, shower while questioning life choices, feel numb since you don't have to fake being happy any longer, litter red dotted lines with a blade across you arms and/or tights, go to sleep and repeat.

No, it wasn't a healthy routine but the only thing that could make you happy was the school teacher that would visit you from time to time. Her name was Mary Margaret, when you first lay eyes on her you felt that thing called 'love at first sight' and you could tell she felt the same way about you.

You were dating in secret since Story Broke is a small town and two woman together could make a problem.

You were happy until the curse broke...

She was married with Ben otherwise known as Prince Charming and so she left you to be with her true love.

You wanted to cry or scream or simply have a reaction but you couldn't even speak. The familiar sense of emptiness settles on your stomach as you watch her walk away with her actual true love but you did not see the glimmer of sadness in her eyes because she too fell in love with you; she too felt that love at first sight hit her when she lay eyes on you.

—

As months passed the feeling of numbness never left you. You, Kyra Robinson, got used to the feeling of it and it was slowly killing you.

For eleven years you have fought against you own mind but it was finally no use. Your mind beated you and so you fell down in the darkest corners of you mind.

Mary broke up with Ben since he also fell in love with someone else during his time under the spell. They stayed friends but Mary Margaret could not shake the feeling that something bad had happened to you.

Mary Margaret pov;

I sight heavily while I look from the window of my classroom. I just feel like if something bad happened to Kyra and I can't shake the feeling.

— Miss Mary, what's wrong? — asked me a student, I guess you could tell by my face that something was wrong.

I was about to answer the student until I feel my phone ring and I just make a gesture to the kid while I pick up the call. As soon as I see that the name 'Kyra ♥️' I smile.

"Kyra! I was just meaning to call you, how are you?", I ask as cool-ish that I can but I get worried when I feel her breathing heavily.

"Hey... Mary or should I call you Snow? I just wanted to say that I never stopped loving you and that... that this is not your fault but mine...", She says making my worry more than I already was all day long.

"Kyra, honey, are you okay?", I ask worried trying not to freak out. I can see Regina from the corner of my eye but as soon as she heard my question she seemed worried. After all Kyra did become her best friend.

"Im... fine... just a little tired... Wow", I hear her say so I ask what is so amazing under my breath.

"It's just that... I never cut myself so deeply before... I think I'm going to lay down for a bit Snowy... Love ya", she says before she hanged up making my heart sink. I run out of the classroom and run as fast as I can towards her house. The ambulance was already on its way because I called frantic but my heart dropped when I enter her house.

It was so quiet, it didn't have that lovely feel of Kyra. I walk slowly towards her bathroom since the light was on but as soon as I enter I felt tears fall from my face as I gasped softly.

"Hey snowy... you just couldn't stop yourself from coming, huh?", Kyra asks softly but I can only focus on her arms. Messy lines went from her wrist all the way to her shoulder, some were healed but you could tell they were deep but then there was three on her vain where a river of blood came flooding from the opening.

I see the soft smile on her tear stained face and her empty eyes, I see how in her other hand which is equally scarred as the other she holds a blade. I sniff while holding my breath trying to not start crying my eyes out, she moves her hand weakly for me to kneel down so I do making her smile.

"I love you Snow White and I love you Mary Margaret... I will always love you until the end of time...", Kyra whispered softly after kissing me in the most passionate yet soft way. I see how she smiles at me before her eyes became completely empty, her light was out and that was all it took for me to start crying against her limp body.

"I love you too, Kyra...", I whisper softly hearing how the ambulance arrived a minute too late.

"I will always love you..."

[yukigossip]

Whats happened since the funhouse break

~This is basically a what has happened since funhouses hiatus / breakup. if you clicked the COLORED parts its gifs to help explain or confirm the paragraph ~

PART 2

To try and keep her away from the party lifestyle, Jay took her to Korea on a business vacation which turned out to be more business then Vacation given he was busy the entire time.

So having made friends when Funhouse had a KPOP era, she spent some time with TOP (Jay was uncomfortable with her spending time with GOT7 tho- he was trying to get them to work for him) .

With TOP came Gdragon and soon the three started hanging out while Jay was busy trying sign got7.... Though the three of them became just her and Gd hanging out.

One night while getting ready to go to a 'friend' dinner with GD while Jay went out on a business dinner across town, she was on faceted with Katya who told her she looked happier talking about GD then she ever did with Jay.

Adi denied it - claiming she was 'so done' with bad boys like GD who didn't give a fuck and was a player.

But after several drinks at the restaurant, the two shared a chaste kiss. Then again the next day when they shared drinks at a private karaoke lounge, then again drinking at his house when they were watching a movie. They didn't go farther then a kiss but it didn't matter she was so wracked with guilt.

She took an early flight home a week early, claiming something with Maddy.

And during that week she drowned all her feelings in the many parties around LA.

Since they still ran in the same groups, Ed and Adi often ran into each other at these parties. and each time she would make a show of ignoring her until she couldn't because he wouldn't allow it.

And he knew how to get under her skin. And this night was no different. When he laughed at her for stringing J along.

"Cut him loose already" he said casually like he was bored by the whole thing. "You don't even like him, you're not even happy."

"I am happy and I am in love!" Adi shouted back at him, tipsy but not drunk and she knew what ed was doing. he was trying to get a reaction and he didn't stop there. It ended when Adi slapped him hard and got him kicked out of the club.

Downing his words out, that night she got higher than ever before, and drank more than she had before.

It was a blur when her, Kylie, Kendall, Jordyn and Vanessa got into the uber. and she doesn't really remember the uber ride, just that the music was loud and the girls were louder. she doesn't really remember the crash or what caused it, Adi can vaguely recall the seatbelt digging painfully into her skin as the car flipped .

But the one thing that is burned into her memory is the terrified look in the drivers eye when the gash in his head and neck wouldn't stop bleeding. She remembers being pulled from the smoking car with two fractured wrists and a sprained ankle all dulled from the copious amounts of drugs and liquor in her system. And she remembers the doctors talking to her days after when she couldn't sleep or eat no matter how hard she tried to force herself.

the accident went public and some people put the blame on her partying. Even when she was till in the hospital and she had no choice but to read all those comments that blamed her.

This fueled her depression and she felt she needed to get away from the accident as far as she could get. She put up her house for rent and moved to her house in Hawaii in about the span of a week.

She changed her phone number and ghosted almost everyone including Jay. Falling into a deep depression.

She tried to enter a rehab facility but couldn't handle it for more then a few weeks and now is mostly isolated to her home in Hawaii.

And while she eased on the drugs and the liquor. She still smokes to be able to eat and takes sleeping pills to be able to fall asleep without thinking about the driver.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Look @slenbee sent me a very nice centaur gif and it sent me into a wee bit of a rabbit hole. 👀

Save a Horse, Ride 'em Cowboy

Pairing: Centaur!Bucky Barnes X GN!Reader

Warnings: 🤠🤠 me in being inconsistent with everything 🤠🤠, establishing/ed relationship, a sexy pillow placement, it's a bit more... Horsy this time 😅, they fuck, fluid bonding, cumming loads, cream pies and cumming on reader, nipple play, slightly sub!Bucky, unedited and written on my phone

🐎🐎🐎

Bucky has decided he'll never be able to set foot in your apartment again. He just can't. Every time he looks at a piece of your furniture all he can think about is how fucking beautiful you look bent over it. And it's not him imagining it, it's memories from all the times he's 'fucked your brains into outer space'. There is just something about you, the two of you together are explosive.

After the first time, he stayed at your apartment all weekend. It wasn't his plan to do that, in fact he knows Steve was pissed at him for missing their afternoon gym session, but Bucky just couldn't stop. And you were begging him so sweetly to keep going, who was he to deny you or himself? It was only when you ran out of condoms that you both thought some fresh air would do you good.

That weekend feels like a lifetime ago now. A lifetime of fun and laughing and so much sex he thought he might actually die the weekend you went away with friends. But this is serious, he has purposefully invited you to his apartment. A place the two you haven't fucked on every possible surface. He can look at his kitchen island and not instantly get hard.

He stomps his hooves on the thick, soundproofing carpet, his hands fidgeting with his hair. It's ridiculous that he's just standing by his door, waiting for you to ring the buzzer but he is. He got home an hour early, raced through a last minute clean and shower, and now he was waiting for you to get here.

Bucky thinks about doing another sweep of the apartment. He knows he has everything for this weekend- a supply of condoms that would put a brothel to shame, enough lube you could bathe in it, and your favourite movie snacks. This is going to be the perfect weekend.

He nearly jumps out of his coat when the buzzer goes off, but then seconds later you're there. Your face is split into a big grin and your bag is slung over your shoulder. You launch yourself at him like you didn't see him last night or the night before. Your lips collide, your fingers dig into his damp hair, and he finally relaxes a little. Bucky wraps your legs around his waist as he backs into his apartment far enough to slam his door shut.

Your lick and nibble at his bottom lip until he finally relents and lets you fuck your tongue into his mouth. It does what it always does. Everything in his head clouds over and his senses are overwhelmed with you. He gasps, lips slick and struggling to keep his eyes open.

"Twelve hours is too long," you hum against his cheek, your hips grinding against his stomach.

"Sometimes I wonder if you just keep me around for my dick."

It's a joke, a shitty self deprecating one, but that has you immediately stopping. You pull your face far enough away from his, and Bucky can see how his kissing ruins you just as much as you ruin him.

"Buck," you take a deep breath, "I was gonna wait to say this over dinner for some romantic shit, but you clearly need to hear it now."

He freezes. He can't help it. Anxiety drips down his spine and hindquarters. He has to resist the urge to side step, to stomp his hooves, fuck even to shake his head. His instincts are telling him to move to get rid of this energy, but he can't. All he can manage is for his fingers to flex against your perfect ass

"There is so much to you, well beyond the physical. You are the sweetest, most selfless being I have ever met. And you're right, your dick game is impeccable. But I keep you around because I fucking love you."

His knees buckle. His heart jumps into his throat. Whatever he thought you would say, it wasn't that. It couldn't be that, because who could love someone like Bucky?

He kisses you again. Words aren't going to come out of his mouth any time soon, so he has to show you how much your words mean to him. With every lick and suck and scrap of his teeth across your lips, Bucky pours in all his emotions. Your hips grind on harder on to the flat plain of his stomach and your fingers are ripping at his shirt.

"If you don't fuck me, we are gonna have a problem." You groan into his mouth, not begging him but demanding.

It's a blur of knocking over plants and discarded clothes to get to his bedroom. He really needs to find a better place than this tight cornered and narrow halled apartment, but every time he bumps into something you laugh a little and that makes his heart light up. You groan when your back meets the wall beside his bed.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Keep being rough with me and I might cum before you even have a chance to get your dick wet."

Bucky stomps his back hoof, his head dropping to your shoulder. He knows he's blushing and that his cock is aching to be inside you, to fill you, just so he can watch his cum leak out. He shivers as your fingers graze the scars on his back.

"Do you wanna be rough with me? Finally gonna let go and fuck me stupid on your big horse cock?"

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles.

"Too much?"

"Fuck, no, I'm trying not to fuckin' cum from your slutty mouth."

He feels your smile, the apple of your cheek rising up against the side of his neck. Bucky lifts his head so he can see it. Your face shines with mischief and love and Gods how did he get so fucking lucky? He shouldn't question it, he should accept the gift of you.

"I have a second present for you," you smile bigger, dirtier, like the thoughts in your head are running rampant. "I went to the doctor's last week."

"I assume you aren't dying, doll."

"Nope, in fact, they gave me a squeaky clean bill of health."

"Okay..."

"And a certain bird also told me that last time you went you also got a squeaky clean bill."

"I-" Bucky's cheek heat even hotter, pink turning to flaming red. "Fucking, Sam."

"No, fucking me, without a condom."

To emphasize your declaration, you grind hips back against Bucky's abs again. One hand moves into his hair and the other moves to his pec. Your finger circles his nipple until he stomps again.

"Oh... Oh, fuck, doll."

He crashes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Bucky's tongue fucks into your mouth with urgency. When his hands rip your clothes from your body, the moan you make is unreal. His eyes roll back into his head for a moment. He can't believe it, can't believe you.

"Oh I'm just getting started." You slide down his front and push him until his back legs hit the bed. "On your back, cowboy."

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but soon enough Bucky is on his back. He feels ridiculous with his legs up in the air and when you push a pillow under him to support his back he nearly comes off the bed. Maybe this wouldn't work. There is a reason they say don't fix what isn't broken and the way you've had sex in the past is definitely still good.

Before he can make the suggestion, you're straddling his waist, lined up right over his hard cock. You roll your hips gently, teasing him while you pop open the bottle of lube. Bucky moans, can't hold the needy sound in his throat when he sees you.

Your mouth hangs slack as your fingers prepare yourself, fingers working in and out your body. Bucky wants to reach for you, wants to dig his fingers into your hips and make you grind harder and faster on his cock. His fingers twitch and shivers completely down to his hooves.

"Bucky, touch yourself, I wanna see how hard your nipples get. Show me."

He curses, screws his eye shut to keep himself together even as precum smears across his belly. He only opens them again when you stop moving.

"Doll," he draws out, his fingers pinching both his nipples as you grind faster.

Your chest heaves. Sweat glistens across your skin. Bucky wants to come, wants to lose himself in you until he can't think anymore. He twists his nipples harder, hips rocking up as the pain shoots right to his cock.

When your hands wrap around his cock he shouts. His body quakes and his breath rattles in his chest as you rise up. You line yourself up with his aching cock. The tip eases in, you hover for a moment, clenching around him in a teasing rhythm.

"Please, please doll," he pleads.

"Show me you've earned it," you smile, sinking a little deeper, not nearly enough.

Bucky's hands fly off his nipples and dig into the sheets beneath him. They burn a little, ache more than anything. You suck in a harsh breath at the sight of him.

"So fucking beautiful," you moan.

It's a wet squelch from all the lube, the sound of you fucking yourself down on his cock in one smooth motion. Bucky can't take his eyes off you, using him for your pleasure. His cock aches, your hole warm and wet and fucking perfection. He babbles, words of praise fall out of his mouth as he gets to watch you work on his cock. The sheen of lube between your thighs, the sweat on your body, the spit that slicks your lip every time you lick them, it's all so much.

But it isn't enough. He needs to see you covered in his cum. Bucky tries to make that sudden thought, as instinctual as breathing, a string of words that makes sense.

"Cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, wanna cum on-"

His words cut off with a groan, but you get it. You understand him, in a way no one has. Tears spring to his eyes for a moment, but they don't last. The arousal and need burning him demands release. He wants to cum, but you need to cum first.

"Holy-, fuck, yes, gods yes, Buck. I'm so close. Want see you fucking drench me, soak me. Fuck gods. You feel so good."

You sit back, taking Bucky even deeper. He whines, can barely control himself. You stroke yourself in tandem with the movement of your hips.

"Bucky, look at me, look at me cum on your cock. Watch me make a mess."

As if he could look anywhere else, his eyes are glued to where your bodies are joined.

"Fuck, that's it, cum for me, cum on my cock and let me cover you. Please doll, please cum. I want you to cum on my cock," he begs you.

Your release is earth shattering, clenching around him like a vice. He is torn between fucking himself deeper, bathing in the pure pleasure of your body, and the need cum. Bucky starts to cum, feels his lower half begins to lock up.

"Holy shit," you whimper.

You move quickly enough for the rest of his cum to spray across your body. It lands on your stomach, your chest, your face. Gods it's a sight and Bucky feels so fucking good, right in his skins with your fluids on him and his on you. This is right.

"Cream pie dreams," you hum, a lazy grin on your lips and a glow about you. "Could feel you cumming in me, so fucking amazing, we're doing this again... Maybe after dinner."

Your fingers brush across his stomach, soothing and so sweet. The tears from early come back to his eyes. Endorphins and fucking light washes over Bucky and he thinks maybe he's having a vision. He sees you and him, together. Just the two of you growing older and growing more in love. He can't get the image out of his head as he looks at your cum covered body. It's ridiculous given the circumstances, but it makes him so happy. He reaches for you, grapples in this weird position until he's dragged your messy frame up his body.

Bucky kisses your face, licks his cum off your lips and plunges his tongue into your mouth. The taste of you together makes his blood sing. You break the kiss to take a deep breath.

"Love you, doll, can't even imagine how much."

"I love you, too."

[talaok]

I thought we weren't supposed to be heroes

                                            (his-name-is-ed’s gif)  

 *volume 2 spoilers*

I rewrote THAT scene from vol. 2 because I needed to cope and this is the best way I know how.

Summary: Eddie cuts the rope that connects the real world with the upside-down to buy more time and you and Dustin find a way to reach him anyway.

Warnings: blood(?)

"Eddie, what are you doing?" Dustin shouted up at him through the gate "buying more time" "Eddie please!" Dustin begged, tears beginning to pool in his eyes "Eddie I swear to god! Come here!" you yelled, the anger in your voice masking the fear. "I'm sorry sweetheart" he said, running out of the trailer. "Eddie, No!" you yelled, your voice breaking and your heart stopping at the thought of what he had just done. He had just sentenced himself to death, a gruesome and horrible death for a town full of people that hated him and that would probably keep on doing so for the rest of their miserable and sad lives. No. No, he wasn't about to do that, not if you could do anything to stop it, not until you had done everything in your power to save him. Save him just as he had saved you thousands of times before without even realizing it. Because that's what he'd done. When he had asked you to join Hellfire you had no friends, you had no one, you were just an invisible loser that nobody seemed to care about. But then you met him, you met all of the people in the club, you met Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and all their friends and you knew, you knew from the first moment that you entered that room, the same one that smelled like nobody had opened a window in way too long and like putting on deodorant was just an optional, you knew that you had found a family and that finally, you weren't alone anymore. So you owed it to him, you owed it to him to save him just as he had saved you.

"Dustin, pass me that chair" you ordered as you quickly threw the mattress that was on the floor against the wall and out of the way. Dustin obeyed immediately and you positioned the chair right under the gate. "Ok, I'm gonna go and get that asshole. You stay here" you said seriously, looking at Dustin. "Y/N, there is no way I'm doing that, and you know it" You smiled subtly at him, your lips trembling as you felt tears starting to form in your eyes. You sniffled, trying at least to pretend to be strong. "Ok, 1.2.3" you said, before running to the chair, jumping on it, and clinging to the edge of the gate. With a loud grunt, you pulled yourself up and fell to the ground with a loud thump. You felt a bone crack somewhere and you bit your lip to stop yourself from shouting in pain. You could think about this later, Eddie needed you now. You pushed yourself up ignoring your body begging you to stop and quickly took a cushion from the couch right next to you and threw it on the "landing zone". "Dustin come on!" you urged him. You heard a few sounds of him struggling and after a few seconds, he fell right in front of you, his fall muffled by the cushion. "Ok, we gotta go" you stated while pulling him up by his arm.

The demo bats were all gone and as you opened the trailer's door you noticed one of the bikes that were in front of it missing. You immediately plunged towards one of the remaining ones, got on it, and started pedaling. "Eddie!!" you shouted into the dark "Eddie where are you?!" you heard Dustin yell right beside you. You were pedaling as fast as you could and you could feel the pain in your leg like a fire burning more and more lively, but you couldn't stop, you just couldn't. "Eddie please!" you yelled, as your willingness to not cry gave up and tears started streaming down your face. Why wasn't he answering? where the fuck had he gone? You couldn't lose him, not after everything, not like this. These past 2 years had been the best of your life and it was all thanks to him. The first time he kissed you thought he was joking, or maybe pulling a prank on you, but then you realized he wasn't and for the first time in your life you felt happy, genuinely and honestly happy. And from that moment on you stayed that way, yes, sure you had ups and downs, but you knew that no matter what, no matter where or how he was always gonna be there for you, and he had been, he had been there every single time you had needed him. Whenever you fought with your mom, whenever you took a bad grade, whenever you felt ugly, or whenever you felt like a waste of space, he was there, ready to help you, ready to kiss you and tell you that everything was gonna be ok. So now, you realized, that you had never even envisioned a life without him and there was a reason for that. There was no point in living if he wasn't gonna do the same, there was no point in going on with your life if he wasn't going to be there by your side through all of it. You heard Dustin call his name again, but everything felt distant and all you could hear was a faint whistle in your ears as if the hope leaving your body was at the same time taking some of your life with it, a little at a time. Your vision was blurring from the tears and you felt your legs starting to give up. As much as you wanted to keep going your body was at its limit. "Please" you whispered to yourself "Please Eddie, I can't do this without you" you continued praying softly as tears streamed down your face.

"Come on!" You widened your eyes "Come on! Is that all you can do?" You started pedaling faster. "EDDIE" you shouted "OH MY GOD, EDDIE" Dustin yelled, relief transparent in his voice You kept going, feeling the life coming back to you. You stopped to a halt and almost fell off your bike as you saw what was in front of you. A swarm of demo bats was flying in a circle around something. You could hear the monstrous noises they were making and your heart stopped as you realize what they were flying around. You saw Eddie in the middle, swaying his shield and spear around as the bats were coming at him from all directions. "nonononononnonoo" you mumbled as your breathing got ragged again and you reached behind you to take out the axe attached to your backpack. "Not today Munson" you muttered to yourself as you started running towards him.

The bats were forming a kind of fortress around him and there was only one way to get through it. you inhaled deeply, your hands firmly gripped your weapon and with one rough move, you swung the axe and hit the swarm. The yelps from the creatures were horrifying but you didn't care, you kept going, you bit your lip, and swung again and again and again until all you could hear were the bats shrieking and your axe slicing through them. "AHHH" you heard Eddie shout. "Eddie!" you yelled "Eddie I'm coming!" you screamed, swinging your axe again and finally getting through the swarm. You saw Eddie lying on the ground and you immediately ran towards him. "Eddie!" you heard Dustin shout from behind you. You kneeled down and took him in your arms, tears running down your face. Dustin got in front of you and started swinging his spear around, defending the both of you. You knew that wasn't right, you were older, you were supposed to do that, but you couldn't, you couldn't leave Eddie when you knew he needed you. "Eddie, are you ok?" you whispered He didn't respond. His eyes were closed and you felt a wave of terror overwhelm you. You put your hands on his torso and felt a warm fluid coat your hand. You looked down and saw blood all over your fingers and a wound visible through his shirt. Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. "Eddie, please" you whispered again, using your clean hand to move some of his hair away from his face. He still didn't answer. "Please, Eddie I love you. Please. I'm begging you. Wake up" your words almost indecipherable between the sobs. He coughed "Oh god" you said, your eyes widening as you brought your hand behind his head to sustain it. "Eddie" you prayed He slowly opened his eyes and you could feel yourself starting to breathe again. You looked at him sobbing and he frowned, while his lips came up in a grin and he chuckled. "You're an asshole" you whispered to him, leaning your forehead on his. "You were worried, weren't you?" he began laughing but started coughing. You lifted him up, trying to make him sit up. "I almost had a heart attack, why did you do that Eddie?" "I couldn't run away. Not again" he said, tears pooling in his eyes. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, these past days had destroyed him and you knew he felt guilty for Chrissy and for everything that had happened. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that it wasn't his fault and that everything was gonna work out but you didn't have time, so you smiled at him through the tears and softly said "And you didn't baby, you fought" You wiped a tear from his face and he smiled at you. "I love you" you said softly "I love you too Y/N" he murmured, looking at you with his doe eyes. "If I could move I would kiss you right now" he said smirking and you laughed softly. You looked at his wound," I need to stop the bleeding" you said, pretending to know what you were doing. He looked at you and nodded, you ripped a piece of your shirt and slowly wrapped it around his torso. He hissed. "I'm sorry Eddie" you said, stopping. "It's ok, keep going" he whispered reassuringly and you tightened the bandage and made a knot. Eddie groaned from the pain and just as he did, you realized that was the only sound you could hear. No more shrieking from the bats no more Dustin grunting, no more creatures being pierced, nothing. You looked around you and you saw Dustin standing in front of you, staring at the ground, his mouth open in shock. You followed his line of sight and you realized what had happened. They had done it, Steve, Nancy, and Robin had succeeded, they had killed Vecna and all of the demo bats died. Dustin looked at you and laughed softly, incredulous, and you smiled widely at him. "thank you" you mouthed. His lips twitched into a reassuring smile and he turned his attention to Eddie, you did the same. "Henderson" Eddie said with a strained voice, turning his head towards him "Eddie" Dustin spoke relieved. Eddie grinned "I thought we weren't supposed to be heroes"

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this might have been done before but just imagine the reader getting married to eddie and how he’d react to them walking down the isle to ave maria 🥺🥺i feel like he’d cry like a baby fr

A/N: Uh, this hasn't been done before, and I'm So ReAdY tO dO iT!!! I friggin love this idea 🥰 enjoy! Come join my taglist! And what the hell, look at his face in this gif, he's so happy I can't-

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Mentions of Riddler's followers, partner in crime kinda reader, love love love fluff fluff fluff 😍

Words: 711

“Ave Mari-i-a…”

The church is closed off to the public, several police cars stationed outside the entrance, ready to hear a gunshot or explosion or anything that can arrest you for. But they can't. You'd planned this, you and Eddie, weeks ago. The GCPD couldn't do anything about it, The Batman couldn't do anything about it...

Not on your wedding day.

The building was pretty much full of the Riddler’s followers, a small group of them near the entrance, staring down the cops with warning glares should they dare attempt anything. They admire and support you as much as they do the Riddler himself, ever since Edward had pulled you into his arms in the middle of a stream and introduced your masked self to his audience. And since the waters flooded the city and the two of you had been exposed by the pigs, neither of you have to wear a mask for this. Edward got out with another inmate just a couple of months ago, and, again, the GCPD couldn’t do much about it. They’d only caught him before because he’d willingly let them. But they can’t outsmart the Riddler, or go against his protective supporters. Just for today, they can’t do much. They’ll sure as hell try hard tomorrow, and the day after, but right now, all you need is each other, no strings attached.

You thought you’d be nervous walking down the aisle, where a group of young, admiring volunteers, some orphans like Edward was, sung Ave Maria in the background. Ed stood waiting with wide, hopeful eyes at the end, the familiar white question mark symbol marking an area of his suit, similarly to the followers, some of them choosing to keep the masks on while others spectated with no cover, phones out and filming excitedly from the seats and higher tiers. It couldn’t be a more perfect scene.

“Mari-ia, gratia ple-e-na…”

He almost chokes on his breath when he caught sight of you in your gorgeous dress, angelic in white, noticing his small question mark symbol in glittery green under one eye. So perfect, so pure, so beautiful. All those years as an unloved orphan, thinking he'd be like that for the rest of his life... until you. Edward doesn’t even try to stop the light tears from dribbling down his cheeks as the followers sigh and marvel wistfully, cameras snapping and videos zooming in on you.

You two are ready for this. You have been for a while. The love Edward Nashton, The Riddler, has for you, is absolutely obsessive and genuine. He can’t stand being away from you, hates the very thought of any means of separation, loves every little thing about you. So, one evening, he shakily got down on one knee during a livestream, presenting a lovely silver ring with a green stone in the centre. He must have been saving up for it for months. You’d accepted instantly, because you love him just as much. There’s no one else you’d rather be with, can picture yourself hugging and kissing and loving, apart from your Eddie.

So here you are.

The choir fades out, and Edward smiles widely, blissfully, his eyes fixed on you in a stare of pure adoration.

“You look like a goddess, my love.”

You smile back at him, and a nervous-looking priest clears his throat, avoiding the amused eyes of the followers around him as he reads.

“Dearly beloved…”

Edward and yourself had said your ‘I do’s’ after they had been asked, and finally, the priest concludes, to which Eddie makes a teary noise of happiness and sweeps you up into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. The followers go wild, cheering and screaming and jumping enthusiastically, camera flashes and clapping filling the church as you break away with matching lovestruck grins.

“You’re mine forever now,” he coos, hugging you tightly. “I’ll love you forever and ever, angel.”

And he pulls away to burst into hyper, hysterical giggles, and you can’t help laughing with him. The followers do too, and soon that’s all that can be heard, as the members of the GCPD give each other uncertain, worried looks. Because now the Riddler has his queen… and god help anyone who interferes.

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[marvel-m-lee]

Okay so I was thinking Dr strange x familial reader (you can choose) they want to learn magic and keeps pestering him but when he 'shows her' he uses his magic to pin her and just tickle her??? Maybe with lots of raspberries and nibbles?? You don't have to do it :)

Magics 'cool' huh?

Words: 1718

Fandom: Marvel, Dr Strange!

Warnings: t!ckling?? And burning urself with coffee on ur tongue, ik, traumatic. (Jk pfft)

Summary: prompt- The reader is pestering Strange about wanting to learn magic, thiugh the reader regrets it quickly once he shows her...

A/N: HELLO. I FUCKING DID IT, I WROTE! Im not like REALLY proud of this one, but I still love it. AND STRANGE. UGH I LOVE HIM! He doesn't get enough platonic tk fics!? I legit have the collection of funkos for his movie PFFT-

Also! Also, important, from here on out for a while, i'll be writing tickle (tk word) as t!ckle in my fics until I find out what's going on with tumblr. Apparently some people can't see the word and I feel that's an appropriate way to write it? Anyway, enjoy!!

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(I rlly fucking love this gif pfft-)

"Pleaseeee"

"No"

"Pleaseeeeeeeee"

"No"

You kept begging, it had probably been going on for a while now, starting to get on Stephens nerves. You were begging him to learn magic again, he always told you "later" or "when you're older", but it never stopped the nagging.

You were following Strange around the sanctuary, you'd come down to snatch a book but Strange had caught you so you started to veg him to teach you magic instead, obviously, his answer was no. Just as it always was.

Stephen was walking down the steps so you followed behind him, egging on about how cool it would be and how awesome magic was.

"Magic isn't just about 'being cool', it's a sacred practice, used for centuries, 'being cool' isn't enough" Stephan sighed, going to make himself a coffee.

You followed behind him, "yeah- yeah but it is! And I wanna be just like you, you're so cool and awesome... come on Strange, pleaseee"

Stephen only gave you the side eye whole boiling a kettle and fixing himself a coffee. "Want one?" He asked, avoiding your pleas yet again.

You only groaned but accepted either way.

"Come on! Please! I'm older, I'm mature-"

"Are you now?" He asked, a smirk present on his face and giving you the side eye. You only glared back, pouting.

"Yes! You saw me in training the other day! I almost beat Peter!"

"Ah yes, before he took you down with a couple pokes to the stomack" Stephen choked back a laugh, smirking whole pouring the drinks.

You put a finger up to tell him off and defend yourself, but honestly, you couldnt- luckily it wasnt actual training and had turned a bit jokey by the end, in a real fight a villain wouldn't just t!ckle you.

You couldn't even defend yourself, a blush dusting over your cheeks.

"I- even so! That doesn't count- HD was bitter-"

"You're still a child Y/n"

"Teenager actually" you corrected him, standing tall as if it was something to be proud of while taking the coffee he'd handed to you and taking a sip, almost dropping your as you yelled from how hot it was.

Strange sighed and held the bridge of his nose, partly tired of you and also admiring how goofy you could be even if you were growing up as an avenger.

"And that's why you can't learn magic"

"WHATH?! BUTH THAF NOTH FAIR!" You yelled, sounding funny as you stuck out your tongue while talking as you burnt yourself.

You grabbed a glass of water and helped the burn, but quickly turned back to Strange who was already walking away. You put your coffee down and chased after him.

"Aw come on! Pleaseeee, pretty please!! Please please pleaseeeeee"

"Why do you think nagging me would help?"

"Well is it?"

Stephen only sipped his coffee, rolling his eyes, you took that as a yes and 'AhHa!'ed him.

"Please Strange? It's so cool and awesome!"

"We've already discussed this y/n, 'cool and awesome' aren't good reasons"

"Aw please!, come on, at least show me some magic! I promise won't ask for the rest of the day"

Stephen stopped for a second and put his coffee down on a coffee table, you were in one of the more relaxing rooms with a couch and a few library books.

"You really think you're gonna nag me on about this for the whole day?" Stephen asked, a slight smirk on his face as he seemed slightly humoured by your attempts and pestering.

You nodded with a bright smile, knowing you didnt have much better things to do-

"You really think Magic is awesome and cool?" He asked, slightly changing the topic again. You nodded, a little confused again but hey, he was gonna do something right?!

"Okay, fine, I'll show you some magic, but you've gotta stop pestering me about this for a week"

You had to stop and think for a minute, Stephen held back a laugh as you glared at him and began to think over the deal...

"Deal! But it's gotta be cool magic, not some shitty levitation stuff again, that was boring-"

"Oh, this isn't just 'shitty levitation'" Stephen chuckled, a smirk under his features as he began to do some weird movements with his hands and say some words.

You felt a little strange for a moment, realising what he had said, and spotting the smirk on his face. Something in your gut told you this wasn't gonna work out well for you...

Suddenly you began to levitate slightly, floating above the ground slightly, you laughed, thinking maybe it wouldn't be so bad, looking down at the ground and floating around slightly.

Strange smiled at you, still mid spell.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah! This is really coo- Strange?-" suddenly you were unable to move your body, arms pinned above your head with some mystical numbers and symbols around your wrists and the same for your feet and ankles.

A part of you saw where this was leading, and desperately tried to escape, wiggling around. You knew Stephen could get playful, but this was a while new level- well- it wouldn't be the first time he or someone else had used magic to t!ckle you...

BUT STILL.

Stephen seemed to stop casting the spell and smiled at you, looking up very slightly because you weren't far up from the ground, nor were you necessarily tall.

"Stephen-" Your voice was a little wobbly, a nervous smile on your features as you began to feel exposed, realising the situation.

"Yes Y/n?"

"What are- you doing?..."

"Showing you magic" He explained, suddenly it felt as though feathers were dancing around the sides and back of your neck, making giggles bubble up inside and lightly spill out, adorable giggles filling the room.

"Anything wrong? I hope this is better than 'shitty levitation'" Strange teased, tilting his head and going to take a sip of his coffee.

"Nohohoho- thihihis is sthill duhumb" you couldn't stop the giggles as the feathers seemed to dest down to your ribs and belly, making you close one eye and look away.

Stephen only laughed, "I thought you said magic was cool?" He teased, walking up to you again after putting the coffee down.

"ThhihIS iSnT cooooohohohol!" You tried to look away from him and avoid him seeing your babies and giggly face, if you wanted to be seen as grown up; this wasn't the way to do so.

"No, no, this is very cool" He teased, beginning to use his own hands to t!ckle your sides and ribs along with the magical feathers around your neck.

"StePhEn!?!" You couldn't help but squeal as he attacked your ribs, shaking your head slightly as he would move all the way up your torso and back down again.

"Yeah?"

"Thihis WASNT- thE deahahalll!" Strange began to t!ckle your underarms and send you into hystericals.

"No, the deal was I show you some cool magic, and you stop pestering me for a week"

"THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHIRRRR"

"This is perfectly reasonable" Strange shrugged, teasing you as he continued his onslaught.

He continued to t!ckle your underarms and send feathers to your sides and neck, one constantly on your tummy making the most adorable laugh come out. You were desperately trying to escape but also secretly, a part of you was loving this- Stephen tended to be playful or sarcastic when he could, bur it was rarer and rarer as time went on. He was very serious when it came to the reality or the time stone.

So him using his magic to keep you still while tickling you, holding back his own laughter? It wasn't ALL bad-

When Stephen began to pull up your shirt though, that's when all he'll broke loose, you felt cold hands on your stomach and looked down to see a smirk wide on his face, not even bathing to hold hold now.

"WAHAHAHIT WAIT WAIT"

You begged and squealed, it was a little surprising how cold his hands were from holding a hot mug of coffee.

"For what? And all this magic is making me hungry" Strange teased, pulling up your shirt some more to reveal your tummy. You squealed as he spidered your tummy, pretending to eat it and making dumb nom nom sounds.

"STRAAAHAHANGEEEE!"

"Sorry Y/n, I'm hungry. I wonder, do you want some raspberries?" Stephen truly began to enjoy himself now, going all in and teasing you, blowing rasberry after rasberry on your belly as you squealed and yelped, giggling turning from laughter and back in between as h would blow a rasberry and then nibble slightly, reapeating it as butterlies swarmed your stomach.

"PLEASEEEE MUHUHUHURCYYY MERCYYYYYYYY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYY" You squealed, thrashing slightly yet staying unharmed as it was magic bonds.

After a while Stephen FINALLY gave up, letting you suffer with a few t!cklish feathers against your sensitive skin before letting the magic drop you through a portal and land face first on the couch.

You lay, face in the sofa, giggling and huffing and puffing. You knew he could be playful but that was BRUTAL!?

"Ah, my coffee's gone cold now" Stephen whined, pretending as the previous situation hadn't just happened. Luckily, magic and microwaves exist, you he just warmed it up.

When he came back, he sat on your legs and began to read a book, you honestly didn't care, you were so exhausted and slightly embarrassed that you just stayed with your face in the couch.

Stephen didn't say much more after that, he rubbed your back with a smile, still happily reading his book. When he did decide to talk, you gave him so answer, already fallen asleep after being wrecked.

Strange only smiled at you, putting his book down for a second. You meant a lot to him, you had always admired everything about everyone, all of the avengers, all people, all aliens when you'd met them. You thought the world of it all, while still maintaining a teenage composure and professional when needed.

You meant a lot to everyone really, but Strange was glad to have you around, even if it was pestering about learning magic.

It just meant he could wreck you with it.

[foodieforthoughts]

Hopeless - Song Fic

Summary: There's always an end to a love affair.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 1339

Warnings: Angst, infidelity

A/N: I was watching Defending Jacob (again) and had also heard this song after which somehow spurred this tiny fic. Not beta-ed so mind the typos.

Tagging: @mariestark @henrythickcavill @killjoy-assbutt-1112 @infinite-shite @madbaddic7ed @toomanyfandomsshreya @mary-ann84 @the-soot-sprite @geralt-of-baevia @klaine-92 @henryobsessed @agniavateira @luclittlepond @hlkwrites

gif credit: @reveriemind

Title: Hopeless

"It has to be the last time, Chris. I can't keep lying to him."

The instant these words left your mouth, you saw Chris's smile falter and his eyes cloud in gloom. The grip of his hands on your arms loosened, until he let go completely. Running a hand through his hair, he turned away from you.

"Fuck! Why are you doing this to me?" You trembled as his voice came out loud and angry. Chris never screamed at you, he never even raised his voice. You watched as he grabbed a hold of his hair in his hands, sitting down on the couch clutching his head.

"Chris," You took a step forward, reaching out with your hand towards him.

But when he looked up with tear filled eyes, you stopped. His eyebrows were knitted together and his mouth pressed in a thin line with nostrils flaring. You had broken up with him before but this was different.

The last time, there had been at least a hope of getting back together. But this time, the break was going to be permanent. Your ring felt heavy on your finger, making the skin itch as the face of your fiancé came to your mind.

"Do you love him?" He croaked, breaking you from the inside.

"It doesn't matter. You know I cannot break this marriage." You took another step towards him, slowly and cautiously. Your eyes glassed with unshed tears as you got closer to him and saw the absolute state of mess he was becoming.

You remembered Chris from years ago when in high school he had claimed that one day his name will appear on the big screen. You had been supportive of everything he had decided to do in his life, even if it meant he would have to leave Boston and fly out to LA as his career bounded forward. The strain of staying separate for long periods of time and the numerous rumors of him being romantically involved with several actresses was wedging a gap between you two.

When he became a household name after he bagged the role of Captain America, his fan following grew ten fold and your relationship reached its precipice. You wanted him to settle down but he wanted more from his life. Chris had asked you to move in with him at his LA house but your career was only just beginning. The realization never struck you before that while you had been pissed at him for asking you to leave your life behind, you had been doing the same to him.

On a cold winter night, you both had fought over the phone. You had been a crying mess by the end of it and had angrily told him that your relationship was over. It had taken months for you to gather yourself and remove yourself from the life that you had woven around Chris. While he had moved on to become famous, you had moved on with your life. You had no energy to invest in love again, too drained to even try, and only because of this sole reason when your parents had set you up with the son of their friend, you had agreed.

Only you hadn't realized that you would be engaged to be married to him. And that in your first six months of engagement, you would bump into Chris while on a business trip to LA.

It had been like a dormant fire had reignited within you. You had felt like you had been endowed with heaven on earth when you heard his voice, stared at his captivating eyes and felt the youthful energy radiating from him, reminded of all the things that you loved about him.

When Chris had invited you for dinner at his house, you had accepted his invitation without a second thought. A few glasses of wine and a trip down the memory lane had you both grabbing at each other before either of you could think coherently.

It was like Chris had memorized every part of your body all those years ago, remembering the perfect spots that could make your toes curl. You had missed your flight the next morning on purpose and had spent the entire weekend curled up with Chris, reaquainting yourself with his body. You noted how he had become more attentive, careful to keep your needs before his.

And had thus spurred on the saga of your secret love affair.

You would fly out to LA frequently, giving an excuse to your fiancé that it was work related. You would spend hours tracing the curves of Chris's body with your fingers while he ran his hands through your hair. It bothered you when he would leave you alone in his house for an impromptu get together since he couldn't risk letting the media into his private life. It is then that you would imagine your life in the future with him, the lies and the pretending you would have to endure.

It made you question if what you had with Chris was even real.

"Do you want me to leave this all behind? If I promise to settle down with you, would you leave him?" You watched as his lips trembled, barely able to complete his sentences.

You kneeled in front of him and took his hands in his. You couldn't control the tears anymore and let them fall past their barrier and flow down your cheeks.

"It wouldn't be fair to you, my love." You felt your heart shatter as Chris looked at you pleadingly. He slid down the couch to kneel on the floor with you. He turned his hands around to entwine his fingers with yours.

"I should have never...let you go."

You pursed your lips from letting the sobs take over. Chris's unshed tears, welled in his eyes and threatened to break the dam. He brought his hands up to his lips and kissed them softly. You watched with glassy eyes as he stared at your engagement ring for a moment, knowing for a fact he resented your fiancé even without knowing anything about him.

It had been your fault too, you had never wanted to talk about the other man in your life. You had never wanted to end what you had with Chris. You were too hung over reliving the lost years, those times when all you had wanted to curl in Chris's embrace and forget the real world.

"I'll always love you." He looked at you, the tears finally breaking free. They cascaded down his cheeks, streaming down to his beard. "And I'll always regret choosing my career over you. Because now I'm all alone."

You pulled him towards you and wound your arms around him, enveloping him in your embrace. Chris crumbled in your arms, sobbing as he held you tightly. You hated yourself in that moment for you shouldn't have subjected him to such pain. You should have walked away when on that faithful day in the bustling street of LA he had entered your life again.

Moments stretched like hours as you both provided each other with the last remnant of your time together. But you had your flight back to Boston to the man who was going to be waiting for you.

When you tried to stand up to leave, Chris caught your hand and pulled in for a last kiss. You closed your eyes feeling the slow, soft movements of his lips against yours. You memorized this feeling for it was to stay with your forever. You breathed in his scent to remember him by. You could only imagine that Chris was doing the same, trying to embed the feeling in his mind of being with you.

"I love you, Chris. I always will." You whispered one last time before you stood up and grabbed your bags. You hurried out his door without turning to look at him.

Because if you would have looked at him again, you would have never left.