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[musamora]

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In a thousand lifetimes, he loved her.

In hers, not his own. His one lifetime was his burden to bear—reaching into the horizon to find an end, only for nothing to be there. He would have found it humorous, centuries ago, that he had been stuck in this position. His heart anchored to someone destined to forget him, to forget anything they shared. To be forced to start again, over and over.

But through his self-made isolation, he found solace in her consistency.

She was always the same, though appearance-wise, she changed. But that smile—oh, he could never forget it even if he wanted to. It haunted him in those late nights, in years when her presence slipped through his fingertips. It held him in those short mornings, in times when she slept right beside him. And it nurtured him in those stagnant evenings, in reminders when he felt the fragility of human life.

He always recognized her; it was hard not to. And in those moments, when their eyes met, it was like he was falling for the first time. That rush, the stir of his long-dead heart. 

A life like his was not without its difficulties—if God wished it, the opposite. But in her eyes, he found his horizon line. And with each passing lifetime, as hundreds went by, he knew it was only closer in reach.

based on the fact that it is impossible to reach the horizon .ᐟ sad, but poetic.

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₊˚.༄ pool party

pairing: kate martin x teammate!oc

summary: the las vegas aces throw a celebratory pool party for the 24-25 season. one of the guard’s catches the eye of rookie, kate martin.

warnings: r!cheating, makeout, hickeys. kinda fluff, kinda angst idk. no y/n (random name)

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“okay guys, come try my drinks!” janelle yelled out to her team that was currently in the pool. my team and i were big on throwing parties. not necessarily always having something in particular to celebrate, just partying. today we were celebrating our team as a whole but more so our new rookie, kate martin. although she was a rookie, she got along with everyone on the team and fit in extremely well.

each individual drink was very versatile and made to all the girls liking. except kate since janelle didn’t know exactly was she liked, liquor wise. some of the team started to get out the pool to grab theirselves a drink, including martin. her eyes lingered on me for quite a bit until i handed her a drink that i thought she would like. “sorry i didn’t know what you would like so i made this just for you” she said earning a smile from kate. as she tasted the drink, her eyes lit up in satisfaction indicating that she favored the drink. “this is good thank you so much” janelle could tell that kate was such a sweet soul.

you feel yourself staring at her a little too long. analyzing all her features. her pretty blue eyes, big nose, rosy cheeks, and beautiful smile. finally she turns to meet my eyes & runs her tongue over her stained lips. you had to look down quickly to avoid her gaze since she made you so nervous.

her eyes ran up and down my body until she said “you’re not drinking” questioning me.

“oh no i’m not a big drinker” i laughed a bit. she put her drink down and grabbed my hand, leading me into the pool where everyone else sat. my best friend kiah eyed me but i just shook my head quickly. kate and i got into the group of all the girls and started chatting it up. through that afternoon we got drunk, danced, did tricks into the pool, and went live.

at around 7:30 when the sun started setting, the girls all chilled in the jacuzzi. kate had gotten out briefly but as she was getting back in, she held janelle’s waist firmly to steady herself. janelle got nervous beneath kate’s touch but tried to carry on her conversations casually.

the las vegas wind began to pick up stronger and stronger, making us all go inside. i grabbed towels for all of the girls before we all sat in the couch. megan had out on “Jane The Virgin” and all the girls payed attention. i guess kate had noticed i hadn’t grabbed a towel for myself and continued to sit next to me, wrapping her own towel around my body. “oh no! you didn’t have to do that, i’m okay” i said, my tone laced in concern. she just chuckled at my reaction and focused on the tv.

literally half an hour later, all the girls were asleep. only kate and i were left awake. i tried to stay focused on the show and ignore the fact that the most beautiful girl was sitting next to me.. let alone her thigh rubbing mine. unexpectedly, i felt her knuckles rubbing my thigh very subtly.

i turned my head to meet her eyes. she stared back and continued to put her entire hand on my thigh and rub it slowly. getting closer and closer to my heat. she pinched closer and closer to my face but i averted my head to whisper something into her ear. her eyes lit up after my sentence and stood up to follow me. my mind clouded. i didn’t know where to go with this.. until i stopped in the laundry room.

“sorry i didn’t know where to go. i don’t have sex with people i just met. but we haven’t just met. and we’re not having sex-” thank god my rambling was cut off my kate’s soft lips on mine. she held the sides of my face gently which made me melt amicably. i held her waist and pulled her into me more. one of her hands ran through my lush curls as we continued to makeout. soon enough she started to suck and nip on my exposed neck. “no marks” i managed to breath out. she hummed in response as she went lower, down to my chest.

i whimpered slightly at the sensation but stopped abruptly when i felt my phone vibrate nonstop in my pocket. kate felt it too because she grabbed my phone out of my pocket and stopped all motions.

her face harshened as she read who was specifically calling me. then she handed it to me and calmly said “solo read heart infinity sign is calling you” she sounded like siri but i reluctantly grabbed the phone and answered my boyfriend. “hey babe! yea yea i’m enjoying myself. no don’t come the girls are still here! no no i’ll just see you tomorrow. okay bye, love you”

throughout that whole conversation, kate stared at me the entire time. i couldn’t read her face. i didn’t know if she was mad or sad or plain didn’t care. that was until she spoke. “you have a boyfriend” she seemed concerned and sad i couldn’t even tell. i had no words in that moment, i couldn’t even look in her face. “alright then” she said quickly then left me in the bathroom.

i felt so bad.. wtf is wrong with me.

a/n: this is my first oneshot every so yes i know it is shitty and yes i know there is multiple pov changes and yes i know this is short and YES i know there’s not much dialogue. pls send requests cause i’m not very creative. i just need to get used to writing short length stories.. i will get better.

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Day 3 of the @cy-inky challenge o(*>ω<*)o

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Today it’s Issac’s turn, and writing fluff for him is an honor and a privilege.

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Isaac fluff, 500 words, prompt: “Don’t smile at me like that.”

Today’s chores flew by, and you found yourself with far more spare time than usual.

You’d been living here in the mansion for a few months now, and while you will certainly go to visit Isaac later, you didn’t want to distract him from his routine for no reason. Besides, now was a great time to reorganize your room.

With cleaning in full swing, you came across your purse that you’d traveled back in time with. It lay abandoned in the back corner of the closet and you almost felt pity. There just wasn’t any use for anything in there during this time period.

You brought it out, nostalgically rummaging through it. You wondered briefly if there was any juice left in your cell phone. You held onto the power button for a few seconds, and sure enough— nothing. Something so useful from your time, thwarted by a lack of reception and charging cables.

You stared into the screen, wondering if there was really a point in keeping this silly little rectangle. Throwing it away felt strangely wasteful, but it isn’t as if you could donate it…

Wait— would Isaac think this is neat? Sure, you couldn’t show him any cat videos, but the inner mechanisms might interest him.

Decided, and now having a valid excuse for visiting your favorite vampire, you are soon knocking on his door.

“Oh, hi,” he opened the door, puzzled but smiling. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon, but can you come in?”

You nodded. “I have some extra free time today. I’m not intruding?”

“Of course not.” He made room for you to enter. “I was just tinkering with an old watch… it seems more broken than it’s worth, though…” he was muttering toward the end.

“Actually,” you smiled, “I have something else to tinker with if you’re interested?” You placed the phone in his hand.

He immediately began twisting it into different angles. “Is it some sort of mirror? But it seems too hefty… hang on, is this from the future?”

“Yes, it is. I forgot I had it with me, and it’s out of battery, so I figured you might like to dissect it,” you shrugged.

He politely mumbled, “but what if I break it?” His hands betrayed him, however, as they continued investigating the few buttons and noting every tiny screw holding this contraption together.

Does he really think you could say no to his excitement?? His happiness had become your heart’s kryptonite. “Don’t worry, it’s all yours. The best use for it now is letting you have some fun.”

You grinned. You almost mentioned that it was an “Apple” phone, but decided to give him a day off.

He finally looked up, and you felt your smile soften at his earnest expression.

A blush crept onto his face, and he averted his eyes back down to the phone. “Don’t smile at me like that,” he murmured. You tilted your head questioningly, and he sighed. “Come sit. Let’s dismantle technology together.”

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[musamora]

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content. f!reader. established relationship. hurt (no explicit comfort), bittersweet (but hopeful) ending, slight character study, implied character death. no usage of (name). i recommend listening to this while reading for full effect. title based on this poem. i may have cried a little while writing. not proofread.

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The Russian countryside was abundant in hills stacked with blooming birch trees that towered into the sky, shrouding secrets only the wind could tell. Wildflowers blended into the underbrush, adorned in vibrant hues as they painted the landscape in a kaleidoscope of color. Rivers flowed without care or disturbance as life sprung through every cracked rock and stone. But hidden amongst those often disregarded treasures was a quaint dacha, an old wooden home that refused to falter under the brisk breeze.

A man emerged from the trees, weary eyes settling upon the sight of the lovely home as he basked in the beams of sun that rested against his pallid skin, with no mind to the warmth that curled strands of his dark, sable hair. His hand braced the cracked surface of the door, which waned to him with ease. He failed to withhold his amusement, a chuckle betraying him.

She'd forgotten to lock it.

The house seemed to bustle to life as soon as he walked through the threshold—the hum of the fan bristled against his skin, and the gentle murmur of an old record player echoed between the walls. But most important to him was the collection of footsteps that slowly rounded the corner.

"Федя?" a soothing voice called, accompanied by the woman that approached from the kitchen. His eyes raked downward, a smirk settling on his lips at the sight of her hands, which were covered in flour, which she struggled to hide in the folds of her apron. No doubt, concocting a masterpiece in the kitchen for him to indulge in. 

While she was careful not to bump into him as he cupped her face, he seemed not to mind, his arm cradling her waist as he drew scattered pecks across her forehead before burying himself into her neck, the strain of his body at ease. Flour could be washed, and he'd rather delight in her touch than care if it left a mark on him—it would be a blessing.

"Good day, моя любовь?"

Her hands trailed to curve against his back, fingers messing with the sensitive hair of his nape. "Is it ever not?"

Her hand took his, intertwining as she dragged him into the kitchen, which had the sweet aroma of pastries and delicacies floating through the air. Her excitement was palpable as she started her rant, an intricate recollection of every step of her baking process. But he wasn't paying attention to that, though he adored her enthusiasm. He was simply looking at her. Absolutely taken with each small detail. The tresses of her hair which swirled in the heat, the pout of her lips as she recalled a difficult task, the gleam of her eyes as she looked at her creation, satisfied. Eyes that turned to look at him with such fondness. Unburdened.

The simple swivel of her body enticed him closer, like a dance. Her spirited laughter as her own quips was a melody that always managed to corrode his heart, one that he could listen to on repeat. Every quirk was a constellation upon the expanse of everything her, a brilliance that radiated from her smile or the lilt of her tone.

Her soul would forever be an enticement to him, the eternal complement to the darkness that shrouded him, the responsibilities he had to take temporarily unburdened by her presence. In simply being herself, she had become his salvation, given life.

He could not resist the temptation to bring her hand to his lips, too enamored to fight himself. "I'm sure it's lovely."

And she struck him with a witty look, one that told him he had been caught, but she was simultaneously too flattered to scold him. "Aren't you the charmer."

She snatched the tray up from one of his wandering hands, hoisting it on her arm as she grabbed napkins in her other. "Can you carry the drinks out?"

Their dinner was filled with laughter as they had their fill, accompanied by bitter drinks and the brush of skin on skin. The sorrowful sun met the horizon, leaving only the buzzing ambiance of a steadily darkening forest to protect them. She rested against his chest, her shoulders slumped as a warm haze swept through the air, threatening to rock them to sleep. Her eyes scanned the soft truffles of clouds without a clear thought before she spoke.

"It's beautiful here," she whispered, frail, as if her words would shatter their eternal serenity. But to him, not a word spoken from her lips could be undesired, not as he rested his stained hands against hers. And for the first time, truly, she looked at him. No longer the caricature of the woman he once loved, but the terrible truth of their reality—and she smiled, a melancholic, longing smile—her voice a ghost upon his skin. "Thank you."

He released a shaken sigh, not used to the sensation of tears as they carved burnt paths through his skin, leaning forward to capture the lips of his beloved with his own, reluctantly pulling away to whisper a promise. "I'd commit a million crimes to bring you back."

Before his heavy eyes fluttered closed.

And then he woke up.

Every muscle in his body swarmed with an ache. The only rest his worn bones received was from the embrace of a stiffened office chair, which he was chained to at all hours. Fluorescent screens stared with apathy, but he no longer minded the solitude. He reached into his pocket, and for a fleeting moment, his impassivity vanished to let the world gaze upon him, unmasked. He unclasped his pocket watch, but not to look at the passing time, simply a burdensome reminder, but instead with fondness at the picture delicately laden inside its interior.

That familiar smile and those sweet, knowing eyes, barely dimmed by the wear of years.

And as if she were there, he returned her fondness fourfold, placing a kiss against the lifeless brass. 

It would not be long until he could return to that simple life once more. Without sin, without strife. Not even death is a border between them.

He would make sure of it.

федя = fedya моя любовь = my love

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[musamora]

ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍʏ ꜱᴋᴜʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ · ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ʙꜱᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ

featured. osamu dazai, chuuya nakahara, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma. content. f!reader. based on a request from @sigma-s-wife. implied/referenced depression, mentions of crying, hurt/comfort, issues with releasing emotions. not proofread.

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𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 understands. Feeling that instinctual need to release your emotions as your body rages with your mind as if a tear will rip apart everything you've worked so hard to earn. It builds a wall, locking you in a prison of your design. But it shows—the tension in your shoulders, the fog of your eyes, the shallowness of your breath.

He hates it, forced to watch as your body works against you. He's been there before, trapped in his mind. Unable to escape. But he isn't an infamous genius for nothing.

You'd find yourself dragged into a movie marathon featuring your favorites. And while your thoughts raged and your mind cared less about the scenes unfolding in front of you, your body ever-so-slowly relaxed back into him. That was the sign he was looking for. With that, he slipped in another movie, disrupting your comfortable position on the couch and momentarily focusing your brain on the screen. It was a sad movie, one that had never failed to make you cry.

And he'd be right there as you caved, his warm hands firm against your back as you sobbed in his shoulder, fingers drawing circles in your skin as he darted kisses across your adorable, puffed cheeks. 

"Shh, it's okay, love. I'm right here."

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 knows it isn't wise to keep your emotions bottled up. That has never been a problem for him—quite the opposite. In a way, he almost admires that you're trying to keep yourself together and stay afloat under all the pressure. Almost.

Your emotions are ripping you apart from the inside, making every move sluggish and unsteady, as if you could collapse in on yourself at any moment. And he doesn't like it, not one bit. It's evident to anyone that you're hurting, and he tries not to display his frustration about the fact that he can't do anything about it.

So, instead, he tries something a bit out of his forte. He subtly checks in on you throughout the day, occasionally dropping into your office with water and snacks before gently prodding at your emotional level. Subtle is a stretch—he's trying his best not to back you into a corner, but he can't help his blatant concern.

If you feel ready, he's open for you to talk about anything that's bothering you, big or small. It'd have the caveat of him having the impulse to take care of the issue—that's the type of person he is. He wants to take care of you, and if he can ease your pain, he'll do it—no questions asked.

"You good? Okay, if you need anything, come get me. Got it, doll?"

𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 becomes much softer than he would like to admit. He knows the moment something is wrong, but he also knows that usually, you are completely capable of self-regulating—most of the time. However, as time passes, he can feel the drop in your mental health, becoming increasingly concerned as you stop partaking in basic tasks and self-care.

He has a problem with seeing specific issues as trivial while also not being the most affectionate or attentive. However, he'd brush that aside for now. If he can fix your problems, he will, but he knows that won't completely remedy the situation. You need to release those emotions and relax, and he knows that his absence only furthers your feelings of isolation.

You're persuaded to sit in his lap, not that it took much work, given how touch-starved you are, head resting against his shoulder. He knows you melt at the sound of his voice, especially when speaking in his native tongue, so he sorted through his collection of Russian literature to find a few stories you'd like, even if you didn't understand it.

You wouldn't even notice, your mind too fogged with sleep, as the story shifted. His eyes barely glanced at the page, nimble hands working into the tense muscles of your back as he pressed sweet nothings in whispered breaths against your head.

"Отдыхай, моя любовь. Я буду здесь, когда ты проснешься."

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 is much smarter than people give him credit for. But being smart and able to tell what someone is feeling does not mean that you're the best person to resolve their issues, and he knows that. But he still tries his best.

He is known as a clown for a reason; he's an expert on making you laugh. And he'll do anything, absolutely anything, to see a genuine smile on your face. If there's something he hates more than a frown, it is a fake smile—he knows you're faking it, hiding behind a mask in hopes of appeasing him.

And it's not right. He's determined to find something that will pierce through your sadness, and he'll find it. The man is nothing if not persistent. He's gonna make you smile, a genuine smile. 

He's dipping and spinning you around your home, pulling you into little dances as he pulls item after item out of his overcoat. Even if you become exhausted, he's still sitting right there with you, letting you mess with various items he has stored up, guiding you back into reality.

"For my next trick, a lovely rose for a lovely rose! Does it spray water? Nooooo."

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 has no clue what to do. He is completely inexperienced in the art of comforting someone, specifically in a non-professional setting. A part of him wants to shift into that persona, but he finds himself hesitating. You deserve genuineness, not the artificial bullshit he puts on for guests.

He finds himself accidentally being straightforward, much more blunt than normal. But for some reason, it seems to work. The emotions he portrays are truly genuine, and the care in his voice, along with the concern in his expression, does wonders for grounding you.

He's intentional about his actions, making sure that you've taken time off to rest, along with providing you with everything you need or want. But most importantly, he stays with you. He knows that you need someone there with you, and even if he is anxious about his lack of experience, he stays. 

And that's what counts. He stays snuggled up against you, watching over you and simply existing with you for a moment. It's nice. No customers. No casino. Just you and him, watching the clouds pass by through the windows.

"I love you. You know that, right?"

отдыхай, моя любовь. я буду здесь, когда ты проснешься = rest, my love. i'll be here when you wake up.

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[musamora]

what is manibus date lilia plenis? long title, right. don't look too much into the symbolism there. this is a fyodor x reader book that i'm attempting to write. for some basic details about the book, click here.

if you've been following, i had finished the first draft of the book. however, here is the fun (and infuriating) part of a first draft, and that is that oftentimes, you'll find elements of your plot that you need to edit or change. in this case, i'm starkly changing the first part of the book, which i currently find a bit too bland. many parts of the latter half of the book are staying somewhat the same, but as of right now, there are major edits taking place. currently! i'm taking a small break for my midterms and to rest my writing noggin. i may make some oneshots on here, but as for this series, i will be taking a brief break.

this post will be edited with an updated status visual and the full synopsis of the book once i hash down the new parts of the plot. stay tuned!