#feelin sad these past evenings

[marysoulpainter]

an emotional support doodle of an old train man

[mooodyblue]

rambling in the tags 😵‍💫

[ceolocunt]

[reverieblondie]

Slight angst in this one (for each/any of the tiefling bachelors—plus Raphael and/or Gortash if you want—who is crushing on and/or infatuated with Tav): Tav surprising him with a searing kiss then whispering to him, "In case I never get to see you again" before running into battle and disappearing from sight in the fray (maybe it's the final battle of the game or something else, your choice), knowing he/she/they might not make it out alive.

Hey Anon! Thank you for the ask! So for the first bullet point i made it kinda angsty, But I can't do a sad ending so the second bullet point is a sweet end! Hope you enjoy!

Zevlor

He doesn’t know why he did it…but before you can run off to the netherbrain, Zevlor reaches out to capture your hand in his.  There are a thousand things he wants to tell you as he looks into your bright eyes. There is just no time he knows this. You know this… But despite everything crumbling around you two, despite knowing you’re the only one who can save this city, he’s not ready to let go of your hand. The fear of this being the last time he will see you is too much. His eyes are a silent plea to you; you want to promise, but you both know you can’t. You crash yourself into his armored body, trying not to slip the tears aching in your eyes. You want one more night in his warmth and hearing his calming whispers… Leaning up to capture his full lips into a kiss, Allowing yourself to relish in his warmth that has eased you only a night before… gods, you don’t want to leave him… you want to stay… you want to tell him how scared you are… Breaking the kiss, you run your hands over his cheeks, “In case I never get to see you again… just know I love you, Zevlor.” Zevlor finally breaks free from his thoughts, “I love you too.” with a final tight hug, you slip out of his arms, and he watches as you leave with your companions. Zevlor takes a moment to pray… the gods have not always been good to him… but please let them bring you back to him. Zevlor hears screams to the right, and he runs to help with you still on his mind. 

His chest burns from all the running, his muscles screaming in agony as he swings down on the illithods, cutting down the foul creatures. Zevlor saw the crash in the sea… please be okay; please be there… Zevlor could have made it there by now, but he couldn’t bring himself to run past the helpless civilians still under attack. Once the illithiod is down, he doesn’t even register the thanks he receives as he sprints to where he hopes you are. That’s when he sees you… bloody and clutching your side, looking around frantically till your eyes meet his. Zevlor throws down his sword to catch your limping form. You’re falling to your knees together as soon as you two collide. Zevlor is trying to get your armor off to heal you, but he can’t get the words out as you keep kissing his lips.

Rolan

Rolan is frantically pacing around, gathering spell scrolls and any healing potion he can find. Rounding the corner, there you are, calmly talking to your companions about your battle plans. Your eyes are fierce and determined… the eyes of a true leader… Your voice is calm and collected as it’s always been; as Rolan watches you, he thinks back on all you have done, and all the more you could do…there is just no one else like you. Rolan furrows his brows… why did he never tell you that… there is no one he will ever meet with your heroic soul, your addictive laugh, or your kind heart… As he watches you, he thinks about all the words he wanted to say… Could he tell you now? Should he confess his feelings to you, or would that seem cheap… You and your party start packing to leave, and Rolan runs up to you, handing over everything he could find. You look at the sheer amount of it all and let out a slight laugh, “Wow, Rolan, you must really like me.” of course, only you would find a way to still laugh and tease in a situation like this. Rolan looks at you, and you feel your heart stop. “Tav… I have so much to tell you… feelings that have stirred in me from the moment we met…” it’s then that Rolan grabs you in a sudden hug, his breath shuddering as he holds you close… “Please come back so I can properly confess to you…” You can only manage a soft chuckle as you hold him back tighter… he has the worst timing. Pulling back from him, you quickly kiss his lips before he can say more. The kiss is passionate and hungry. You dig your nails into his back as you feel his claws in your hair, as you finally get to taste him. Pulling away to rest your forehead on his, you two take a second to catch your breaths, “Rolan…I-I can’t promise I will come back…but I will try… but in case I never see you again… I like you a lot, too.” Rolan’s chest aches as he tries not to sob; with one more quick kiss, he watches his hero leave… hoping that you can return to him like you have so many times before…

He couldn’t let his worried thoughts get the better of him right now. Cal and Lia are shuffling in the hurt, and Rolan is trying to help the clerics as much as possible. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t hear their muttering of the explosion of the brain… of how many are lost now. Rolan tries to keep the aching in as he bites back his tears… Tav has done so much; they can’t be gone…they can’t… Rolans unsure when he stopped moving or when he started to cry. It wasn’t until Cal came to his side to check on him that he felt the tears dropping from his cheeks. Cal tries to get Rolan to the back of the shop to console him, but then he pauses and looks to the front door it awe. Then Rolan feels the crashing of a familiar embrace; he whips around quickly to see your smiling face holding on tightly to him. You’re dirty and beaten but alive… You look up at him and wipe away his tears, still with that kind smile, “worried about me?” Rolan wants to laugh, wants to cry, wants to kiss you endlessly, “of course I was worried! I thought you exploded! Or Or-” You lean into his perfect lips, silencing him with a kiss, feeling his wet cheeks that makes you tear up. Rolan breaks away from you, his golden eyes staring into yours, calmer now, “I thought I lost you…” you shake your head and lean into his chest, letting him hold you tight. "I'm yours Rolan..." 

Raphael

It’s silent in the room; Raphael knows that you know he’s here watching you. Raphael’s umber eyes slowly roll over you, from your beat-up old boots up your armored legs and back, then pausing to your hair. How though the rest of you is so worn down, your hair is still shiny and as enticing as ever... Raphael wants to approach you and run his fingers through your hair, to stop you from going, and drag you off to his home; before he realizes, he’s right behind you, somehow holding off from reaching out towards you. Trying so hard to keep that desire down. You’re trying to save yourself; you’re going to retrieve the crown for him, and the possibility of you not returning alive is greater than he cares to think about. Raphael hates this sinking feeling. It makes him want to hate you. How do you stir these sickening feelings in his chest? Raphael especially hates how you make him actually care for you, something he has not done for any mortal before. You turn around to face him finally; Raphael knows to put on his smug smile to help distance himself from you, though today it’s not looking like it’s going to work: “You look, terrified mouse ..... don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now?“ You look into his eyes, and he feels his smile slightly flatter, “Do you have a plan if I don’t make it back?” there is the smallest tremble in your voice. Raphael steps closer and touches the small loose strains of your hair between his thumb and forefinger, “I’m expecting for you to not disappoint me ...to not leave me …” A small nod is your response to this answer, then a small smile curls to your soft lips. Raphael hums in confusion at the sudden switch of mood, and that’s when you press your hands to his chest and crane your neck up to kiss him suddenly; Raphael is bewildered for a moment before he falls for his inner desire and kisses you back, causing him to push you against the wall leaving you both painting once you break. Your lidded eyes are on his as your fingers trace his lips. “Well... In case I don’t come back," Before you finish, Raphael interrupts, “You will come back to me, mouse. You’re mine ...”

Rapheal had watched the brain fall into the harbor, but he knew he just knew you were alright, So he waits .... and waits and waits .... Rapheal starts to feel the worry bloom within, and that’s when he sees you. Body drenched, clearly exhausted, and tadpole-free. Rapheal waits in the shadows till your companions leave, and that’s when he approaches. You two study each other for a moment, despite you clearly looking like you’ve been through hell; he’s never thought you’ve looked more beautiful. You move to walk towards him, but your legs give out on you; in an instant, your nose is filled with smoky sparks, and your wet body is now in a warm embrace of Raphael’s arms. Raphael holds you for a long moment, letting you taken in his warmth as he buries his nose in your hair, holding you tightly before he whispers in your ear, “Don’t let them see you fall yet, mouse, you still have things to do, appearances to keep ... but when it’s done, you will come and nest with me”. Raphael hears you hum softly, and he can’t help but grin; he will have the crown, the hells, and his mouse... it’s all too perfect.

Dammon

Dammon has never seen you shake before, but as he’s retrieving a sword for you, he thinks he sees that nervousness. Considering what you’re about to be up against, it only makes sense that you’re nervous. Dammon puts the sword down and approaches you; he sees that you’re too lost in your thoughts to really pay attention, so he slowly reaches out and grabs your trembling hand. Instantly, you look up to his dazily blue eyes; Dammons smile is soft like it always is for you. You feel your body start to calm as he holds your hand; you feel the rough calluses and his thumb rubbing in slow circles. “Tav, you will be alright, I just know it ... you’re an amazing fighter ... an amazing hero. I know you will do what you need to.” You stifle a laugh, “How are you always so positive?” Dammon thinks for a moment till he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles softly, "I refuse to think of a world without you in it." Dammon knows it’s not enough to fully ease you, but it does earn him a smile from his favorite traveler. Before he knows it, your hand is on the back of his neck, and you are pressing a kiss to his lips. Pulling away, Dammon doesn’t let you go far. He keeps his hold firm to your hips, relishing this small moment of bliss. “In case I never get to see you again.” You say with a smile before your parting from him. You go to grab your sword and meet with your companions, but before you’re gone, he grabs your hand one more time. You look down at your hand and see he’s given you his green scarf; you give a confused look at him, “A piece of me to take with you. I hope it brings you a small comfort.” With that, you run off with his scarf tied around your neck, promising yourself to return it to him and see him again.

Shit, why hasn’t he gotten news if you’re okay? He heard of the crash and saw the blast, but there were still illithods roaming the streets. Dammon just needs to know if you’re okay if you made it. Fuck this waiting; Domman grabs one of his better swords to arm himself to go find you to hold you and smile for you. As Dammon is going to leave the forge, he sees an illithod coming up the stairs, looking for a quick meal. Dammon isn’t inept at fighting, but mind flyers are bigger than he thought. Turning to go the other way, he realizes another is behind him. In a panic, Dammon turns to lock himself in the forge and hopefully make a plan for himself. But before he can, it’s too late, and he feels like someone is grabbing him. Dammon feels its long fingers wrapping around his face, and he knows it’s the end for him; he only hopes you are Okay; please just be okay. Then, with a sharp screech, he feels the hand loosen on his face, dropping him to the ground. When he looks up, he sees one illithod bleeding out as the other is quickly beheaded by you in a graceful swing. Dammon sits there looking up at your dominant form; his hero has saved him again. In the next moment, you’re on the ground checking him for wounds, but that is cut short by him grabbing you and holding you, burying his face in your chest, thanking every god he can think of that you are still okay.

[abiomens]

i feel my heart decaying

paring: best friend!noah x fem!reader

content warning: angst, hurt/comfort, little bit of friends to lovers (?), cheating, negative mentions of body image, insecure reader.

a/n: kinda (very harshly) a self insert, not exactly. title is from break me! by maggie lindemann. do not continue under the cut if anything listed above may make you uncomfortable.

Words couldn’t describe how you felt when you walked into your apartment.

Anger, sadness, hurt. It felt like a knife was being drug through your chest with how bad it was. Your heart sunk to the pit of your stomach when you saw them. Your boyfriend, David, with her. The girl he claimed he didn’t love anymore, the girl he left for you 2 years ago.

You could feel the hot tears beginning to stream down your cheeks, watching the way David kissed and grabbed her. The sound of you clearing your throat made him pull away frantically, eyes going wide at the sight of you standing by the doorway.

He was pulling away from her and blubbering apologies, trying to get closer to you, but you weren’t having it. That girl did nothing but look at you with a smirk, deep green eyes piercing your soul. Her bright red lipstick was smeared and all over Davids lips, the ones you loved to feel mold against yours every day.

All you could muster up was a broken “we’re over.” He looked pained, but it was his fault. He invited her over, he had a few drinks with her knowing her intentions. He still loved her. He used you to get over her.

You could hear him call after you when you slipped past him and down the hall to your shared room. You bit back a sob when you looked around the room, pictures of the both of you on the walls, the lingering sent of his cologne.

The faint sound of David and the girls voice rung out the apartment, but you couldn’t make out whatever they were arguing about. With shaky hands, you grabbed your phone out of your jacket pocket and managed to click on the one contact you thought of.

Noah.

He had just dropped you off from his house, but you needed to get away from this situation, from them. You could figure out what to do tomorrow.

Your nerves immediately soothed a bit when his voice came through the other line, smooth and calm.

“Hey angel, perfect timing! you left your- wait, are you okay?”

He immediately knew something was wrong when he could vaguely hear yelling and your sniffling. “Can you come back and get me? Please? I-I’ll explain everything then.”

You tried not to sound so sad, so broken, but you couldn’t fight it. Your chest felt so tight and your vision was blurry.

“You can stay the night or for however long you need, I’ll be over in ten.”

A small “okay,” was all that came out before he hung up.

It wasn’t pretty when you told Noah what happened. He was practically fuming, trying so hard to not punch David. Noah kept it in though, helping you pack a bag and managing to get you out of the place without David begging you to stay.

Noah even buckled you in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. It made your heart flutter a little, but the rest of you felt so numb. You brushed it off as your brain fucking with you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a tattooed hand squeezing your thigh softly, almond shaped eyes gazing into your own. “How you feelin’, angel?” You looked at Noah blankly for a second, breaking the eye contact and looking down at his hand.

“Just.. numb, I guess. t’was the last thing I expected to happen.” He frowned deeply at your words. He saw the signs before you did, how David was getting distant, how he was coming home way later than usual and using work as an excuse.

You wanted to believe him so bad, you wanted to stay with him, but..

He ripped your heart right out of your chest when he was the one that slowly healed and put you back together at the same time. He always reassured you that he only loved you, that he thought you were beautiful when you picked at yourself.

He always told you he loved you. Always. Then he pulls that.

You wanted to be mad, you wanted to yell at him and tell him to pack his stuff and get out, but you couldn’t. You still had love for him, it hurt so bad to see him go away, even when he jabbed the knife farther into your gut.

That stupid fucking smirk she had on her pretty face. You couldn’t be bothered to remember her name, you didn’t care. She was slim and pretty, long redish-orange hair and deep green eyes. Long legs and confident. Everything you weren’t.

Your gaze slowly trailed to Noah when you realized he had turned to face you in his seat, lacing your fingers with his in both hands. His practically swallowed yours whole; they fit together perfectly. Maybe too perfect.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You seriously don’t deserve any of this. Again, you can stay with me for as long as you need. You can stay in my room if you want, or the spare. You know the guys love having you over.”

That was true. Folio especially loves causing chaos with you, Nick always shows you what he’s working on when it comes to the tattoo shop, and Jolly is always up to teaching you how to play guitar. They always welcome you with open arms, especially Noah. You’ve known him and Nick the longest, but there’s always been something more with Noah.

He’s your best friend. You love him more than anything.

Would he tell you he’s had feelings for you for years now? No. Has he contemplated on just doing it so you can finally realize he’s the one for you? Maybe. He doesn’t wanna risk pushing you away.

He loves you too much.

It was already late when Noah came back to get you again, so everyone was asleep when you guys got there. Well, except for Nick. He was the only one up when Noah left, so he somewhat knew about what happened.

It was obvious, so obvious that he wanted to punch David in the face, beat him until he was black and blue. Noah wanted to as much as he did, but you were exhausted. Mentally and physically. Always overworking yourself and barley getting any sleep, constantly up at night worrying about David and wondering where he is, if he even loved you anymore.

Nick gave you a big hug the second you came into view. He and Noah had set a plate aside for you when Jolly made dinner, but you felt like you would vomit if you ate anything right then.

“I’ll be in my room drawing if you two need anything,” and he was off. Everything felt like some sort of haze, your mind was foggy. You couldn’t really register Noah slinging your bag over his shoulder and wrapping his arm around your waist, walking you up the stairs to his bedroom. You murmured in the car that you wanted to stay in his room, you felt safe with him.

It made his heart melt and his tummy swarm with butterflies, hearing those few simple words.

“You’re my safe space.”

It made him happy, he couldn’t fight the smile that spread on his face. He kissed your knuckles, something he always did, no matter the circumstances. Sometimes he did it to piss off David, others he did it just cause. Your skin is just so soft, he loves feeling it under his palms and fingertips when you show skin every once in a while.

You suddenly found yourself in Noah’s arms on his bed, head tucked against his chest. You basked in the warmth of it, pulling him as close as you could get him. The soft sound of his voice rung in the room and vibrated through his chest.

“Y/n? You wanna change into something more comfortable?” You wanted to, you wanted to get up and do at least something cause Noahs done it all the past two hours, but it felt like you were glued onto him. You didn’t have the energy to move even in the slightest. All you could manage was a muffled “‘can’t do it on m’own.”

He figured you’d say that, theres been multiple times that he’s had to slip you into something more comfortable. Either cause you were drunk, which was a rare occurrence, or something like this. No energy. Too exhausted. He gently moved you off him, chuckling at the small pout on your lips. Its not your fault he’s so warm and comfy.

“‘Gonna grab a hoodie and something out of your bag, okay? It’ll only be a second.” Reluctantly, you nodded. He was back in no time with a pair of your shorts and his hoodie. It was the Bad Omens gun one, your favourite. It practically swallows you whole.

Your nerves immediately soothed when the warmth of his palms settled on your shoulders, rubbing softly. You had to relax somehow, you’re tense. Really tense. It was making you feel so sleepy, so when he pulled away and tugged on the hem of your shirt a little, you were- needless to say -pouting again.

Noah just chuckled again, lifting your arms and pulling off the fabric. He was quick but gentle with his movements, and couldn’t help how his eyes trailed over your chest and stomach. It was only for a second, but god he always found you beautiful. His pretty little best friend.

He pulled the hoodie over your head and helped pull your arms through the sleeves, to anyone else it probably would’ve looked weird to see your best friend slipping off your jeans- but it was normal for the both of you. Noah was just giving you a helping hand, he always does. You always comfort him when he needs it, always gives him reassurance, anything he ever needs.

You’re always there for him, and he’ll always do the same for you.

You were dozing in and out of sleep, snuggling as close as humanly possible into Noah’s chest. You refused to let go of him, but he wasn’t complaining. He’s just so comfortable and warm, and you like warm. The faint sound of Hannibal played in the background, the feeling of Noah’s fingers gently running through your hair and scratching at your scalp lulled you further into your sleepy state.

You were half on top of him, legs tangled together and arms wrapped tightly around him. Sleep finally took you and let you fall into a deep sleep, and you could’ve sworn you felt Noah’s lips press against your forehead. You didn’t have the energy to say anything.

He knew the guys would tease him in the morning if they saw the two of you like this, limps tangled together and your face buried in his chest, his own pressed against the top of your head. But he didn’t care, having his favorite girl in his arms was all that was on his mind.

[kirby0strombolli]

Snap out of it.

matthew sturniolo x reader.

summary: After Matt learns that y/n has been abandoned by Chris, he decides to take matters into his own hands...

warnings: angst, cursing, fighting, making out, fluff, part two suggestive...

a/n: there's something about basing my fics on AM songs.

What's been happening' in your world?

I glanced at y/n, who was resting her head ontop of her arms, staring out the window, in her own world.

For countless nights, I had prayed to be let into that world.

Her world.

I could do nothing to stop my leg bouncing in anticipation as I glanced over at her several times before I properly made up my mind.

Today would be the day I would tell her.

That I was the one who'd sent her that anonymous love letter.

Not Chris. Not my brother.

Me.

I heard that you fell in love,

Unfortunately, she'd assumed that it was from Chris, my arrogant asshole of a brother, and well, he just took it and ran with it.

Now they're together.

Or near enough.

He's a jerk who doesn't deserve her, I tell myself, my eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and she deserved to know the truth.

I gotta tell you the truth,

My eyes flick back over to y/n's back, watching her hair shimmer in the sunlight of the classroom.

Prom was coming up soon.

I didn't want to regret her not knowing that it was me who had sent those romantic letters, instead of Chris.

I was going to get there, before he did.

Just as I was about to reach forward and tap her on the shoulder, the bell rings to dismiss us from our chemistry lesson, and I jump in surprise, leaping up from my seat, my eyes glued on yn.

Why was she walking so fast?

Why had she been ignoring me, for the whole lesson?

Come to think of it, why had she been ignoring me for the past week?

My chest heaves with my heavy thoughts, and my head pounds as I question myself, 'What if I left it too late?'

I get the feelin' I left it too late, but baby

I speed my pace up, following her to her locker, which was coincidentally placed next to mine at the start of the year.

'y/n!' I call out, biting my cheek hard enough to draw blood.

I glance at the clock, willing time to move slower, so I could have all the time to talk to her before the next lesson.

She looked up momentarily, but with her hood over her head and her hair covering her face, I couldn't make out her expression.

Whether she was angry, happy, sad, frustrated, upset, etc, I had no idea.

Before I could even reach my locker, she spun round, books still in her hand, and stormed off towards the girls bathrooms.

I could've sworn that I'd heard a sob leaving her mouth.

I cock my head to the side, confused.

'I'll be here, y/n' I whisper under my breath.

I'll be here waitin' ever so patiently,

But as I hear Chris' tormenting cries, mocking y/n, my hands subconsciously curl into fists, and my jaw clenches as I spin around, frustration etched onto my face.

Of course It was him who'd broken her heart.

Forever isn't for everyone,

I knew it would end badly, I told myself.

Is forever for you?

Maybe she gave up with the whole relationship.

Chris had always been known as the 'heartbreaker' of the school.

It sounds like settling' down, or givin' up,

But y/n wasn't the type to give up, no.

But it don't sound much like you, girl

I storm up to Chris, who was with a group of jocks, and glared up at him, anger covering every inch of my face.

'Yo, what the fuck, dude?' He exclaims, disgust covering his features.

I attempt to lunge at him, but he just holds my shoulders back as I struggle against his iron grip.

'Get off of me bro,' He shrieks, shoving me off him.

'Did you break up with her?' I demand, shoving Chris back, square in the chest.

A crowd forms, their jeering fueling my burning hate towards Chris.

'None of your fucking business,' He scoffs, smirking at the group of jocks, almost knowingly.

'What the fuck is so funny then, huh?' I jab him in the chest, enjoying the way the crowd reacted.

Someone even jokingly yelled 'Sturniolo vs Sturniolo!'.

'What is fucking funny, is that you actually give a shit about her.'

Waitin' ever so patiently,

He was never going to understand.

For you to snap out of it

He'd fumbled her.

He laughs again, this time winking to one of the cheerleaders in the school's cheer team, who giggled and blushed pink.

'You're a dick.' I spit out, my face covered in disgust,

'I can't believe you're my brother, and that you'd dump someone who is ten times the person you are.'

The crowd practically falls apart at that, whooping and cheering as I turn on my heel, determined to get to y/n.

But when I hear a sob echo behind me, the crowd goes silent, and I don't hesitate to turn round when I see y/n with a look of twisted hatred on her face, facing Chris.

Darling, how could you be so blind?

It was me the whole time. Never Chris. He didn't deserve you. How couldn't you see that it was me the whole time?

The letters, catching me staring, being embarrassed when she came over; the whole lot.

I now know why she had been acting so cold.

She stood in front of Chris, her mascara running down her face as she looked up at him in disgust.

'Fuck you, Chris.' She says, with her teeth gritted, her voice hoarse.

'I've been waiting for you to snap out of it.'

Smack.

She waits there for a moment, chest heaving, almost shocked by what she'd just done.

Chris just stands there, dumbfounded and lost for words, his hand covering his cheek from where she had just smacked him.

Then she spoke, and to her credit, her voice was steady and confident.

'I'm not just some girl who's obsessed with you, Chris.'

She glances over at me with a small smile, and I grin at her, pushing past the crowd of people who stood watching, gaping.

I walk up to y/n, gently squeezing her shoulder with a reassuring smile.

'Oh, so you're fucking my brother now?' Chris says loudly, and I furrow my eyebrows, about to speak, but I was interrupted by y/n pulling my shirt.

I follow her lead when suddenly, she stops and yells at Chris 'Goodbye, asshole.' with a roll of her eyes before sticking the middle finger in the air and flipping him off.

I laugh, catching Chris' furious face before I'm pulled into a dark room.

I gaze around in the darkness, confused, and willing for my eyes to get used to the lack of light.

Suddenly I feel y/n's warm hands on my face, and I can just about make out her face, which was tilted up towards me, and her eyes, which were shining with admiration and...something else?

Was that- love?

'Thank you, Matt' She murmured, burying her head into my shoulder.

I circle my arms around her waist, trying my hardest to be respectful as she throws her own arms round my neck, pulling us closer as I suck in a breath.

We stood in the darkness for a while, in an embrace until my throat began to itch, and as hard as I tried to suppress the cough, the worse it became.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, stepping away a little bit, then regretting it every bit when she recoiled in surprise, then blushed, the shadowed room doing her a small favour.

I peer up towards the ceiling, spotting a bulb dangling dangerously low from the ceiling.

I wouldn't want to hit that later.

'Oh, right.' She says quickly, glad to avert the attention to something else, making her way over to the wall, flicking the light switch on.

As the lights are switched on, I blink in confusion, until I see y/n, her face radiant as she beams at me,

I grin, opening my arms into a hug once again. She leans into me, tightly wrapping her arms round my waist, pressing her face against her chest as I gently stroke her hair.

'I love you, Matt.' She murmurs into my chest.

My whole body seizes up in anticipation as she speaks the only words that I've ever wanted to hear from her for ages.

'You- love me?' I stutter, eyes widening in shock.

She pulls away slightly and I loosen my grip on her, looking into her eyes, as I process the words that just left her lips.

She nods, a tiny, shy smile appearing on her face as she looked up at me through her long eyelashes.

'Well, I love you too', I finally manage to say, my voice thick with emotion, my mind buzzing with anticipation.

Eight letters.

Three words.

One meaning.

The words I've been waiting to say to her the day I laid eyes on her.

I smile softly, hoping she understands everything I can't seem to say right now. She smiles back at me, her eyes full of understanding.

As we stand there, I notice her bag slightly open, a familiar piece of paper sticking out.

I reach out, looking at her for permission when she nods gently, a pink tinge to her cheeks.

I gently pull it out and unfold it, recognizing it immediately—one of the love letters I had sent her.

Years ago, by the looks of it, it was crumpling a little, curling at the edges.

"Is this...?" I start, and she nods, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I found it years ago, thinking it was Chris." she confesses.

"I took it everywhere. I didn't know what to think, but I only realized that it was you until it was...too late," she smiles sadly.

'I should've been clearer i guess.' I laugh, a bitter sound.

'Wrong triplet, eh? My bad.' I scoff bitterly, my thoughts wafting back to Chris and his...comments.

"I got it all wrong," she says, shaking her head, causing stray hair to fall from her bun.

My mind goes blank at this, causing the smirk to drop off my face.

Does she like me back?

Don't be stupid, of course she likes you back. She literally said that she loves you.

Yeah but, there's a difference between romantic love and platonic love, right? What if she just wants me as a friend-?

Pushing all of the thoughts to the back of my head, I act. Leaning slightly closer, I lift my hand toward her face and gently tilt her head up, towards me.

My eyes lock onto hers, and as I trail my thumb lightly across her jawline, causing her to visibly shudder.

'I'll be better.' I whisper, my voice barely audible.

'What?' She murmurs, eyes trailing down my face, taking in every feature, taking her time till she is staring straight at my lips.

I lift my hand to her face, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye before nervously running my fingers through my hair, waiting.

'I'd be a better boyfriend than him.' I inhale sharply, ready to confess.

Her breathing slows at this, her eyes widening as the realization of my words sinks in.

She stands still, almost as if she's frozen, processing everything. I take a deep breath, gathering the courage to continue.

Her lips purse as she takes a deep breath and a tentative step forward, 'Yeah?' She breathes, waiting.

I nod, prepared in any way to show her how much she deserves me.

'Then prove it.'

Without warning, she's up against the wall as I tower over her, my smirk evident.

She lets out a gasp of surprise as I tilt her chin towards my lips. I glance at her for approval as I lower my lips down before she nods ever so slightly.

My lips move down her jawline as I trail soft, gentle kisses down her neck. She gasps, her hands tightening around my shoulders as a soft moan escapes her lips.

The sound sends a shiver down my spine, fueling the fire that’s been smoldering inside me for so long.

I bite softly at the flesh of her neck, enjoying the gasps and sharp intakes of breaths from her.

'Fuck, Matt' She moans, slightly breathless. I straighten at the sound, my eyes widening as I look up at her.

Her eyes were shut as she rested her head against the wall, her mouth slightly falling open, and her chest heaved with every touch.

She looks like heaven.

I smile at her figure, feeling a mix of joy and mischief bubbling up inside me. I lean in again, but this time I playfully brush my lips near hers, teasing her.

My kisses land just beside her mouth, then along her cheek, slowly making their way back toward her lips but never quite reaching them.

She lets out a soft, frustrated sigh, her eyes fluttering shut as I continue my teasing. I can feel her anticipation growing, her breath hitching every time I get close but then pull away. Her fingers tighten in my hair, a silent plea for more.

"Matt," she whispers, her voice a mixture of need and amusement.

'Yes, darling?' I reply, leaning into her, pressing her against the wall once again. I continue my teasing, my lips ghosting over the corner of her mouth, so close yet so far.

Her eyes fly open at the nickname, cheeks darkening in colour as she stumbles to find words.

"Stop teasing," she breathes, her tone filled with a longing that makes my heart race even faster.

I chuckle softly, enjoying the effect I’m having on her. "What if I don't want to?" I tease once again, letting my lips hover just an inch from hers, feeling the warmth of her breath mingling with mine.

'Just kiss me, Matt.' She says, flustered.

I smirk as she lets out an impatient sound, 'Matthew...' she says with a warning voice.

'But I am kissing you, baby.' I say with a pout before I tilt her head back to kiss her neck teasingly.

'On my lips, jackass.' She rolls her eyes, a tiny smile, looking directly into my eyes, holding our gaze.

'Manners, princess, plus-' but before I can continue, she pulls back slightly, a twinkle of determination and playful frustration in her eyes.

Without warning, she grabs my face and crashes her lips onto mine in a kiss full of desire and urgency.

The sudden intensity takes me by surprise, but I quickly recover, wrapping my arms around her small waist, my hands fitting there perfectly and pulling her even closer.

Our lips move together hungrily, a perfect synchronization of pent-up emotions and raw passion.

The kiss deepens, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, matching my own. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she's afraid I might disappear if she lets go.

I respond with equal fervor, pouring all my feelings into the kiss, wanting her to feel everything I've kept inside for so long.

The world fades away, and all that exists is the intoxicating sensation of her lips against mine, the taste of her, the way she fits perfectly in my arms.

Their kiss deepened as my tongue lightly traced the seam of her lips, seeking entrance.

She responded, almost immediately parting her lips slightly, and our tongues met in a slow, sensual dance.

I pull y/n impossibly closer to me as I reach up again, hands cupping her face tenderly, pulling her closer, deepening the connection.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes are shining with the same mix of joy and desire I feel coursing through my veins.

"Darling...Will you be mine?"I ask, gently running my hands down her arms.

"Yes, Matt," she whispers, a smile spreading across her face. "In a heartbeat."

I grin widely, my lips curling upwards as my brain whirrs with thoughts coursing around my head.

"So, prom?" I ask, determined.

"Are you asking me to prom, Matthew?' She teases, tilting her head to one side, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, biting her lip.

"Maybe...Will you go to prom with me, y/n?" I fidget anxiously, avoiding eye contact, awaiting her response.

"We just made out, and confirmed our love for each other!" She laughs, cupping my face, "Of course, Matt." She beams up at me, wrapping her arms round me, pulling me into another embrace.

We stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the moment. I gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

"I've waited so long for this," I confess, my voice soft and filled with emotion.

"Me too," she replies, her eyes locking onto mine. "And it was worth every second."

We stand in silence till both of our faces go serious. I study her face before I grab her hand, asking the question that was definitely on both of our minds.

"Wanna take this further? Back to mine?" I ask, fidgeting with the rings on my fingers again, locking my gaze with hers.

"Fuck yeah."

As we stumble out the dark room, my head bumps into the dangling lightbulb, making us both laugh.

a/n: Part 2 SMUT?? LMKK ♡

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[japhoriaa]

# EVERYTHING

☁︎ he cheated, & you lost everything.

pairings ; 1610 or 42 miles x black!fem!r

warning(s) ; cursing , black reader , "violence", mention(s) of blood.

genre ; maybe angst?

a / n ; somethin off the top cause im feelin a lil uugh, today. if i said this isnt a rant in the form of a fic then i'd be lying.

he had played you.

played the fuck outta you. all the "i love you"'s , meant fucking nothing. it was like everything that could go wrong in your relationship, was.

first it was the arguments,

then, it was the constant silent treatment,

then, the blocking on social media,

and finally you caught him. all hugged up with some bitch on his instagram. "are you fucking kidding me miles?! who even is this bitch!!"

"man.. ma its just my fri-" -- "no! dont start with that bull miles, tell me the truth bro." you yelled. your voice cracking whilst tears pooled in your eyes.

you were crying,

not only because you were sad, but because you were angry. fucking fuming if you will.

you couldnt believe he would cheat on you after everything. he'd met your parents, your cousins, your whole family, & they all loved him. but not like you loved him.. not even close. "aww, ladybug, its okay." your mother coo'd as she held you.

but it wasnt ok. he cheated on you, and then lied- straight to your face.. you couldnt even be mad anymore, all you could do was cry, and cry. "y/n don't cry, he's a jerk."

is all they could say. but how were you supposed to not cry? he cheated, with her. you figured it would happen one day but now? you'd always been second to her, your whole life.

projects , dance , everything.

you were fucking sick of it.

so here you were. sitting in the principal's office, with a trail of blood running from your nose.

"y/n , your mom's here to pick you up." the lady in the front office spoke. you grabbed your belongings and walked past her.

already knowing you were in for an earful when you got home.

[aboutescapism]

enjoy the silence II | ao’nung.

ao’nung x fem!sully!reader

previous part | part two | next part

synopsis: Ao’nung’s words had hurt you, but his contradictory actions hurt you more. You realize your mistake in your idea that you’d be a good match, but it may have already cost you your life.

genre: angst.

contains: more pining from reader, mixed signals, ilu riding. mentions of near death experience, suffocation, overwhelming feelings. ao’nung literally being so confusing. requited love after all?

a/n: welcome to the second installment of enjoy the silence! the first part ended up being posted two days earlier than expected (the last time i ever schedule a post) and still needed scenes added but, i’m so happy you all loved it so much anyway! i tagged everyone who asked to be tagged. thank you guys so much for the support!

The morning after Ao’nung had said those things to you by the shore came quickly. After he had stalked off, you went back to your mauri, purposely taking the long way home to be with your thoughts for a while. Did you read his signs wrong? Was he even giving any signs to begin with? Or had you been clouded with the illusion of being a perfect pair that you hadn’t even considered how Ao’nung felt?

Your siblings could feel your slight sadness when you arrived back, but no one had questioned it much, save for a few, “Feelin’ alright?”s from your father. Moving to Awa’atlu had affected everyone, they had felt the overwhelming ache of homesickness every once in a while, they understood you were feeling down. If only they knew, your once source of happiness was now your source of distress.

Despite that, you weren’t angry with Ao’nung. Not at all. You understood where he was coming from completely. As the future Olo’eyktan, he needs to protect his people. That means protecting them from humans, and your family had brought that threat. If anything, it’s natural for him to be hostile towards you. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. But you were resilient.

You just had to prove to him you were more than what was running in your veins. 

Today, like the past few days, was filled with training. Ao’nung was paired up with you, again. You felt uneasy at first, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable with you. He gave Tsireya a look, almost begging to switch partners. She only rolled her eyes and smiled when you reached them.

He must’ve told her how he felt about you, or maybe she had heard his harsh words to you last night. Either way, you’re sure she smacked him upside the head for upsetting you. Tsireya took a genuine liking to you, and she may or may not have been doubling her efforts in winning over the Sully family due to her liking of Lo'ak. 

Once all together in the shallow water, Ao’nung began to call to the Ilu. Almost immediately, they swam up and circled him. It was mesmerizing, watching him call them so effortlessly, how they swam up to him so fondly. 

“These are Ilu. If you want to live here, you have to ride,” he explained. You were excited, you had little trouble claiming your Ikran, surely this is no different.

Ao’nung faced you, pointing, “the demon girl will go first.” Your eyes widened, suddenly intimidated. But, you had to show him you weren’t just some forest girl with five fingers.  

You swam up to an Ilu, petting it. It clicked at you, nudging you affectionately. This creature was so gentle, so sweet to you. Your Ikran was nothing but the opposite when you claimed it; squawking loudly, attempting to throw you over the edge of the cliff. You gained some confidence from its gentle demeanor, and climbed on top. Tsireya and Ao’nung swam up beside to keep the Ilu still and allow you to make a bond. 

“Make the bond, and hold here,” Tsireya gestured to the handle. You pulled your queue from behind you, bare, pink nerves ready to make a connection. You took a deep breath and made the bond with your Ilu. Suddenly, you felt its being as whole, as a part of you. You felt its breath, its fins, how strong it is, how eager it was to swim with a new driver. 

“Breathe from here, remember. Hold your breath when you dive, the Ilu is fast. But it will know when to go back up for air. It feels you, you feel it,” Ao’nung placed his hand on your upper stomach like he had done when training your breathing. You gasped quietly, not expecting such a gentle, forward gesture from him. Especially not after last night’s exchange.

Your golden eyes made contact with his, your brows furrowed in confusion. Hadn’t he just reprimanded you for just merely existing? Now he was touching you so delicately, like you’d break from too much pressure. Had last night really just been a bit? Just a teasing joke? Maybe he didn’t hate you after all? 

His mixed signals made you feel fuzzy, your brain suddenly so confused. The Ilu felt it, too, and began to thrash around from the uncertainty you felt at Ao’nung’s touch. He removed his hand from you, much to your disappointment, to calm the Ilu back down to stillness. 

You shook the thoughts about him out of your head, you had to focus. “I’m ready, I can do this.”

“Start slow, don’t hurt yourself,” Ao’nung’s tone was firm, but worried. Perhaps he did care for you.

You took another deep breath, and went off into the water. 

You started slow, like Ao’nung instructed, getting comfortable with being pulled through the water by the Ilu. Gradually you sped up, gliding through the reef with ease.

The rush of adrenaline that flowed through you only made you more and more confident. The beautiful reef had you hypnotized, you felt so much while being wished around the glowy underwater plants and animals. The swirl of colors dizzied you in only the best way, leaving you in awe.

You reached a hand out to brush against the foliage as you flew past it. It was so soft to the touch. It only reminded you of Ao'nung's.

What he said greatly hurt you, joke or not. The contrast of his words then and now was so confounding to you. And with the thought of him back in your mind, you became tense, now losing your focus. You lost your balance on the Ilu along with your secure grip.

This thrashed you around some, but you could regain your composure. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult.

You underestimated the force of the water. Your grip on the Ilu faltered more with the ever growing speed. You couldn’t keep up, the pressure was too much. The rush of the water was now pulling you back, straining your limbs. Dreadful fear filled you when you realized, inevitably you’d be knocked off and sent into waters you weren’t familiar with at all, with animals and creatures you’d never interacted with. 

You had underestimated the difficulty of riding an Ilu, just as you had underestimated Ao’nung’s impact on you. It was all too similar.

At first, you’d been confident and blinded by excitement. Excitement of meeting your seemingly perfect match. Excitement of trying something new. You weren’t careful, not assessing the situation completely before you dived in headfirst.

You didn’t take Ao’nung himself into account, how powerful his actions, his feelings are just as the water’s force is on your body now. Oh, how your impulsivity ricocheted back to you, but ten times stronger. Whiplash from Ao’nung’s mixed signals and the rush of the current you’re trying to push through. 

You had to let go, you realized. 

You had to let go of the Ilu before you hurt yourself. You had to let go of your delusional idea of yours and Ao’nung’s relationship before it drastically hurts you. Or him. You couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, in any way.

He didn’t feel the same, he never would. Spiraling down this idea would only complicate things more. You needed to let go.

With that, you took your grip off the Ilu, ripped from the back of the creature and sent off into the water. 

Your breath had begun to ran out and you were so far down, clouded with thoughts of needing air and needing Ao'nung. Neither would come to you soon enough.

Unbeknownst to you, a pair of azure eyes caught sight of your descending figure before it was too late. He couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt. The thought alone was what was driving him to swim to you faster.

Ao'nung needed you, too.

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[unlucky-phantom]

A Moment in peace

Yall have @kiiyome-art to thank for this ever seeing the light of day. Please go give her some love and check out her comic shes doing because it's GORGEOUS!

(Context for this piece because I still haven't posted Phantoms back story. Phantom was rezzed around the same time as Drifter and she went by the name Aurora. They were sweet on one another for a while until ✨️trauma✨️ they reunited when Drifter retuns to the tower.)

Anyway, enjoy this fluffy little piece between phantom and the basement dweller

(Drifters POV)

I was half awake, lyin’ there in the dark, when I felt her move. Phantom. My little bat. I stayed still, eyes closed, lettin’ her think I was still asleep. The way she moved was soft, like she didn’t wanna disturb me, but I could feel the shift in the air. Her weight left the bed slowly, like she was tryin’ to sneak away—but there was no sneakin’ past me, not when it came to her.

I cracked one eye open, just enough to see her standin’ at the edge of the bed. She wasn’t dressed and the soft glow from the console near the window highlighted her pale skin. She didn’t even look back at me. Her mind was somewhere else.

I could see the lines of her tattoos snakin’ over her body, the way her skin seemed to glow under the dim light of the derelict. She was somethin’ otherworldly, and fuck, every time I looked at her, I couldn’t believe she was mine again. There was this strange, untouchable quality about her, like she was just barely tethered to this world, but when she was with me, it was like I grounded her. Kept her steady.

Damn. What are you doin’ up, sweetheart?

I watched her from the shadows as she padded barefoot over to the console, her hands brushing against the controls without pressing anything. She leaned against it for a second, her eyes flickering up toward the wide windows that looked out into the black void of space. She always did that—always had this fascination with the stars.

The way she gazed out at them, like she was starin’ at something far beyond our reach, always made me wonder what she was thinkin’. Phantom never talked much about herself. She was a mystery, even to me. But there was somethin’ peaceful about the way she looked out there—like the coldness of space matched the quiet in her heart.

I stayed quiet, watchin’ her in the silence. Her body moved in this effortless way, graceful even when she wasn’t tryin’ to be. She pressed her hand against the window, her fingers splayed out like she was reachin’ for the stars, the warmth of her skin causeing the glass to fog a little round her fingers. There was a sadness to it, though—something unspoken that I hadn’t quite figured out yet.

“Can’t sleep?” I finally muttered, my voice low and rough, still pretending I’d just woken up. No use in lettin’ her think I’d been watchin’ her the whole time. She didn’t startle, didn’t even turn around. She just kept her eyes fixed on the stars outside, her voice soft when she finally spoke. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Didn’t,” I grunted, sittin’ up in the bed, stretchin’ my arms over my head. “But I know when somethin’s on your mind.”

There was a long pause, and I could hear her breathin’ in that slow, steady rhythm she always fell into when she was thinkin’.

“I’ve just… never been able to sleep out here,” she said quietly, her hand still resting on the glass. “Not in space. It’s too… open.”

Too open?

I frowned, slidin’ out of bed and walkin’ over to her. The cold air of the derelict made the floor under my feet feel like ice, but I was used to it. I stood behind her, lettin’ my hands rest on her shoulders, feelin’ the tension in her muscles. “You feelin’ trapped out here, or somethin’?”

She shook her head slowly, leanin’ into my touch just a little. “No. Not trapped. More like… untethered.”

That word hit me hard. Untethered. It made sense, I guess. She didn’t have much in the way of roots. Hell, she didn’t even work around the Tower or other guardians. Kept to herself. She was always drippin' in mystery, and even though we’d grown close—*real* close—there were still parts of her that seemed like they belonged to the stars and not to this world.

I stepped closer, my chest pressin’ against her back, lettin’ her feel my warmth. “You ain’t untethered, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice low against her ear. “Not with me around. I got you. You’re grounded with me, yeah?”

She finally turned her head to look at me, those green eyes of hers soft, contemplative. There was a vulnerability there that she rarely let show. For all her coldness, for all her sharp edges, there was somethin’ delicate underneath it all.

“I know,” she whispered, her lips curving into a faint smile. “You always got my back,"

“Damn right I do,” I said, brushin’ a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’re my fire cracker. I told you, I’m keepin’ you safe. You’re not floatin’ out in the void anymore.”

She let out a soft sigh, leanin’ back into me fully now, her body relaxin’ against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pullin’ her close, and for a moment, we just stood there in the quiet, watchin’ the stars outside the window.

“You’re with me, Aurora,” I murmured against her neck, lettin’ the words settle in the air between us. “And I ain’t lettin’ you go.”

The stars outside the window shifted as the first light of the sunrise crept over the curve of Earth, painting everything in a soft, golden glow. I stood there with my arms wrapped around Phantom, her body warm and pressed against mine. We didn’t say much, just watchin’ as the light spilled across the surface below us. There was somethin' about it, somethin' peaceful, that made all the noise in my head go quiet for a while.

She leaned into me, her head resting on my chest, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing. In moments like this, she wasn’t the cold, mysterious hunter that kept to herself, always hiding behind that hood and mask. Right now, she was just... mine. My little secret. And I’d be damned if I wasn’t gonna keep it that way.

“Sunrise,” I muttered, my voice low as I watched the light spill over the horizon. “Almost forgot how pretty that shit can be.”

Phantom didn’t say much, just gave a small hum of agreement, her fingers tracing light patterns on my arm. She wasn’t one for big displays of emotion, but I knew she appreciated moments like this. Maybe even more than I did. She was ancient—older than she ever let on—and I had to wonder how many sunrises she’d seen. How many she’d spent alone before we found this strange, tangled thing between us.

“You ever watch the sunrise like this before?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet, like if I spoke too loud I’d break whatever calm was hangin’ in the air between us.

She shifted slightly in my arms, eyes flickering as she stared out at the horizon. “Once or twice,” she finally said, her voice soft, distant. “But never like this.”

I smirked, leanin’ down to press a light kiss against the top of her head. “Yeah? Guess I make it special, huh?”

She let out a small, amused snort, barely a laugh, but it was there. “Maybe.”

“Maybe, huh?” I chuckled, giving her a squeeze. “You got it bad, Phantom.”

She didn’t respond, but I could feel her relax further into me, and that was enough. We watched the last bit of the sun crest over the horizon, the golden light filling the small space of the derelict with warmth that didn’t match the cold steel of the ship.

Eventually, she pulled away, slowly, like she didn’t really want to leave the warmth of my arms. I let her go, though, watching as she padded across the room with that effortless grace of hers. Phantom bent down, pickin' up my discarded shirt from the floor, the fabric too big for her small frame, but damn if she didn’t make it look good. She slipped it on, the hem falling down to her thighs, and I could barely hold back the grin.

“Hell of a look on you,” I muttered, leanin’ back against the console as I crossed my arms over my chest, enjoyin' the view.

She glanced over her shoulder, rollin' her eyes in that way she always did when I teased her, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. “Shut up,” she said softly, but there was no bite to her words.

I smirked. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

She didn’t deny it. Instead, she tugged the shirt down a bit more and headed toward the small corner where we kept the essentials. She paused for a moment, then glanced back at me with a raised brow.

“Coffee?” she asked, her voice back to that cool, collected tone she always had, like she wasn’t just pressed against me minutes ago, lost in the quiet moment we shared. I let out a low chuckle, pushin' off the console and wanderin’ over to her, not botherin’ to put on a shirt myself. “You makin’ it or am I?”

Her eyes flickered up to meet mine, a playful glint there that only I ever really got to see. “I’ll make it,” she said, turning back to the small counter, her hands moving to grab the supplies.

I leaned against the wall, watchin' her in silence for a moment, takin’ in how damn domestic this all felt. Phantom, in my shirt, makin’ coffee in the quiet of the derelict as the sunrise cast everything in a soft glow. If anyone saw us now, they’d never believe it. They’d never believe she was the same cold, distant hunter who barely spoke to anyone. But with me, here, she was different. She was... softer. Still a mystery, sure, but one I was more than happy to unravel piece by piece.

“Phantom,” I muttered after a moment, my voice low, thoughtful. “You ever think about... stayin' here? Just the two of us? Forget the Tower, forget all the shit out there?”

She paused, her back still turned to me as she finished makin' the coffee. I could see the slight tension in her shoulders, like she was thinkin’ about it. Then she turned, two cups in hand, and walked over to me, handin' one over.

“Maybe,” she said quietly, takin' a small sip of her own cup. “But the world doesn’t forget people us,"

I took the cup, watchin’ her carefully. “Yeah, but we can pretend for a while. Can’t we?”

She looked at me over the rim of her cup, and for a second, I thought I saw that same quiet sadness she always carried, like she wanted to believe it, but knew better.

“Maybe,” she whispered, her eyes meeting mine. “Maybe we can.”

And that was good enough for now.

[leafyaa]

Chapter 12

It had been 30 minutes since you hid inside your room. Kunikuzushi already stopped trying to get inside and you presumed he left your house.

You looked outside your windows and sighed. The sun was setting but there were still some kids playing outside. 

They played without a care in the world and you could see them laughing. A sad smile formed on your face. You didn't know any of them personally, though you wished them a happy life. You prayed they would be kept safe and for them to return home to their families. 

You couldn't help but tear up slightly. You felt selfish for feeling jealous because of the children. Jealous because Hikari wasn't amongst them. She wasn't there happily playing with children her age. Instead, who knows where she was?

You just prayed she wasn't lonely, or felt hungry. You definitely would treat her to eat taiyaki each day when she was back, taiyaki was Hikari's favorite food after all. It was a cute fish, crispy on the outside, and sweet on the inside. Red bean paste was her favorite filling and that was to be expected from a sweet child like her. 

You didn't notice the tears that left your eyes and dropped onto your pants. You were crying. 

You quickly wiped them away and walked towards your window, wanting to open it to allow fresh air to enter your room. 

You watched as the children slowly left, most likely to go eat dinner. You hoped Hikari had dinner too. 

You leaned on the windowsill as you breathed in the fresh air. It was nearing the end of March so the flowers already started to bloom. It was beautiful to watch, especially with the many bushes and trees surrounding your house. 

Speaking of the bushes surrounding your house, you noticed them moving. You thought it was the wind but when you slightly leaned forward and squinted your eyes a tail poked out of the bush and you stumbled back in surprise. 

That definitely was a cat. But even though it was a cat, what was it doing in the bushes?? 

The tail had disappeared when you leaned over the windowsill and you let out a disappointed sigh. Only for it to jump out of the bushes towards you. You let out a scream as the cat landed onto your face. 

Kunikuzushi who had been sitting against your door for the past 15 minutes immediately got up and was banging on the door, obviously alerted by your scream. 

"Y/n! Open the door! Why did you scream??" 

Meanwhile the cat got off of your face and started to hide under your bed. You got up from the floor and wiped away the dirt from your face that the cat carried with it. 

You walked towards the door with still a bit of dirt on your face and unlocked the door quickly. As soon as it was unlocked Kunikuzushi stumbled forward but managed to save himself and not fall onto your bedroom ground. You looked at him, still feeling a bit pissed from earlier. 

"Sorry for upsetting you earlier Y/n.. I shouldn't have pressed on the matter and it wasn't my business.." He apologized with his head lowered. 

You sighed, looking at Kunikuzushi's genuine body posture and we're about to accept the apology. But before you could, the cat ran out of his hiding place and jumped on Kunikuzushi. 

He too screamed in surprise as the cat started to attack him. 

You acted quickly and pulled the wild cat away from Kunikuzushi. Kunikuzushi looked angrily at the cat who then hid its face in your chest. 

"What the fuck." A very Kunikuzushi reaction. 

"It's almost like he was punishing you for your wrongdoings." You jokingly said and started to laugh. 

Kunikuzushi, who was still visibly pissed at the creature, slowly softened his expression as he saw you laugh. 

You had such a beautiful smile. However he could sense that despite your smile, there was something bothering you. But right now wasn't the moment to ask so he wasn't going to do it. 

"You have some dirt on your face." He pointed out and walked closer towards your face. Lifting up his arm to gently wipe the dirt away as you stood there breathless. 

You felt a familiar feeling in your body and looked away, avoiding his state. 

Kunikuzushi looked past your shoulder to see the window open. The wind blew your curtains slightly so he assumed that the cat must have come from there. 

"Are you going to keep it?" Kunikuzushi asked, interrupting your thoughts. 

You looked at the cat that was nestled into your arms snugly. You moved your hand over to the head of the cat and gently patted it. 

"I think I will." Funny how the argument between the two of you ended in you finding a cat. 

"Also you're forgiven."

After and while washing the cat the two of you didn't speak of the events from earlier. That was for the better too. Being reminded that Hikari was abducted was one of the worst thoughts you could have on your mind right now. 

Kunikuzushi suddenly hissed as the cat bit him. He refrained from cursing the cat with all his vocabulary and just glared at it angrily. 

You turned on the water, making the cat jump up and slip around the bathtub. 

Kunikuzushi grabbed the cat back and put it right under the water source, washing away the soap as well as kind of traumatizing the cat as it was meowing loudly. 

The two of you then dried the cat with a fresh towel and used a hairdryer to dry its skin. All the while the cat was hissing at Kunikuzushi. 

Lastly Kunikuzushi securely held the cat who still after everything tried biting and scratching him while you applied Vaseline on its paws. 

He escaped quickly and ran back into your bedroom to hide under the bed. 

"What an ungrateful little brat." Kunikuzushi scoffed as he wiped the small droplets of blood around the scratches the cat managed to land. 

"It's just scared. The cat can't help himself but be afraid of us. After all it's a wild one.." You assumed and got up from the bath railing. You searched through the cabinet above your sink and grabbed a couple of cotton pats, wetting it before turning back to Kunikuzushi. 

"Stay still, I'm going to clean your cuts. Kunikuzushi looked unbothered as you moved closer to wipe away the blood and to clean the wound. Then you pulled some band aids from the drawer below your sink and put it over the cuts. 

"Still have those Kuromi band aids huh.." Kunikuzushi muttered. 

"Of course, why wouldn't I." You replied and threw away the plastic parts of the band aid. 

"Do you still want to have dinner?" He asked as he stood up from the chair. 

"Yeah, that would be nice."

"Ugh, why is that stupid brat hiding under the bed?? How am I supposed to see what is going on?" A tall blonde haired female complained as she watched the live footage. 

"We can't control what she's going to do-" 

The woman slammed her device on her desk, scaring her underlings who quickly stepped back. 

"Couldn't you have trained the brat not too??" She yelled, making the men feel embarrassed. 

"We a-apologize for our mistake, we-" 

"Enough of it, I don't want to hear it." Just leave my office." She spoke, glaring at the pair. 

The two scurried away in a hurry and Signora let out a scoff. Always the weak subordinate that couldn't even do a single thing right. 

She left her office with her expensive handbag. As she locked the door of her office the maids that passed bowed to her. 

Signora went to her bedroom and to her vanity. She sat down on her comfortable chair in front of her vanity, removing the high heels she had been wearing the whole day. She looked in the mirror briefly, checking her appearance. Then picking the picture next to her mirror. 

"Oh Rostam, if you could see everything I was doing for you... To take revenge for you.." She sighed and looked disappointedly at the unmoving picture of her lover. 

"I'll kill her, I'll make her suffer, to make him suffer."

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Notes:

Had an entirely different ending written months ago but decided to change it :3 bc I realized it was way too soft and boring sounding for this story.

Summary:

You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

Taglist:

@swivy123 @kichiyosh1 @wwwrizchan @k1t0 @killumeow @pinkdreamerbailifflawyer-blog @samarill @xiaotopia @aqualesha @eattingshits @omoriaddict @mave-in @sketcheeee @xiaossocksniffer @elernity @ohmyfinggod @luvkvni @kunikissr @meadowofdarts @kaoriie @scaramochies @ekriis @rizakari @xxrexx @lovingveliona @magica-ren @lilybythevalley @theflatdoorkicker @lazy-sanns

[live-moonzie-reaction]

LETS GOOOOO DRS2 PART 2

-*yawns* WAS THAT A S I G H OF DISSENT????

-love how nobody notices the two teenage ninja JUMPING ON THEIR CUBICLE WALLS

-How did I know Sora was gonna land on Arin

-What you need??? What do you need???

-THEY FOUND JAY’S LAST NAME

-ITS QUASHING TIME!!!

-and we back to Lloyd’s Moonwatcher arc I’ve missed this

-hmmm gee i wonder Lloyd what kind of being, presumably some sort of embodiment of evil, has enough power to move a dojo. (Moonkitti voice) Gee Fireheart what a mystery

-also can I just say I LOVE that the first scene of the OG 6 ninja is of Lloyd and Nya I just love them as a duo

-WYLDFIRE AHXJDNCNFBFB

-…oh. Oh she’s coping… well…

-GOTTEM

-Nya: I’m sure they’re fine.

(Cut to Arin and Sora dangling in a giant birdcage over a pit of lava)

Arin: Huh. Apparently this is a canon event.

Sora: THIS IS A WHAT???

-okay so i was close

-That one agent: (rips off own arm)

-“THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE FEET!”Implying he has more than two

-THE SUBTITLES SAID MATRIARCH THUDS OH NO

-subtitles written by Queen Scarlet frfr like.

✨Thrilling✨ music plays

(Thrilling music plays, in plain text)

-OH IS SHE DEAD?!? OH IS SHE DYING??? OH SHE’S DYING

-ahhh his name is Nokt is it?

-“everything is war” “the fight is what fuels me” ah response

-“bEcAuSe I dOnT tRuSt YoU”

-Jordana’s lil smirk at Nokt is SENDING ME

-Lloyd hears something from the Matriarch???

-oh and then immediately she dies oOp

-WOW IT REALLY IS A MOONWATCHER ARC HUH?!?

-ANOTHER BABY!!!

-Lloyd getting yoinked like a hatchling by Zanth just added ten years to my lifespan :D

-poor Riyu shxkxndkfjgnfb

-oh my gosh not these guys again smh

-I’m sorry but Freebooters just sounds so stupid to mefor no reason

-THANK YOU NYA

-As someone who’s read MANY books I don’t think a lack of books is the problem here

-🎶aNd vLaDiMiR cOlLeCtS cErAmIc UnIcOoOoOoOrNs🎶

-BRO IS SO FIRED UP OVER THR MATRIARCH WE LOVE HIM you know what’d be funny

-WYLDFIRE AS A ROCKETBOOSTER

-aaand there’s the mountain dragons

-sad mountain dragon hours

-so is Lloyd being the diplomat to the dragons… pUrPoSeFuL or…?

-MOTION!

-L L O Y D YOU DONT JUST SAY THAT SHXKSNFKTJTHF

-I’M SORRY A SOURCE DRAGON D I E D?!?

_______

-SHE CALLED HERSELF THE RED NINJA AUGH

-NYAS HERE

-NYA BEING WYLDFIRES COOL AUNT

-O h s h e ’ s c o p i n g w e l l

-“maybe being trapped forever in the nether-space isn’t that bad?”

(Cut to Kai in the nether space)

Kai: (Bo Burnham voice) HOW WE ALL FEELIN TONIGHT?!?

-once again, hey I was close

-P I E F L A V O R

-“your best friend?” AAAAAAGH

-SORA HE DOESNT HAVE AN ELEMENT

-ARE WE BACK TO RONTU AND EGALT?!?

-…okay new voice claim for Darkstalker

-YEEEEAAAAAAAAAH ZANE AND LLOYD!!!!!

-excited Lloyd hours :D

-also is it just me or is the voice filter on Zane just cranked up more and more every season lately?

-it’d be SO FUNNY if Rontu and Egalt somehow knew Wu or at least interacted with him in the past

-NO.

-OH LLOYD’S GOTTA TEACH EM. Well this’ll be fun

-Rontu’s lil head shake dhekcbeckngk

-ZANE’S SO EXCITES IN THE BACKGROUND LOOK AT HIM

-After sixteen seasons someone calls him Master Lloyd again

-Rontu: (gives speech about Lloyd’s heart being too big)

Lloyd: geez man I wasn’t expecting to be psychoanalyzed today 😭🤚

-Egalt: eh it’ll be fine

(Cut to everyone with BOWLS ON THEIR HEADS)

-STEWJITSU WXHIECJICEB buddy no 💚

-somehow I feel like the pressure’ll break him or turn him evil or something

-“you’re never useless, Arin” snxkdnckgngng I’m so soft

-Arin’s so excited shxbdkfmgb

-EUPHRASIA!!!! :D HER!!! :D :D :D !!!!!!

-ooooo she lookin shifty 👀

-so many. So many.

-I read the subtitles first and thought he said “Master of Ledgering” andjckfngbgv

-smh they can’t even go in???

-book guy with the professional talk and then Wyldfire just. “My dude.”

-Huh. Apparently either shade and shadow are two different elements or Shade had a kid.

-JAY ON THE ELEVATOR THEME RETURNS FOR ALL OF ONE SECOND

-“You’re intruding on OUR intrusion!” I love Wyldfire‘s dialogue so much

-HE UNDERSTOOD JIRO!!! AAAAAAAA!!! AAAAA!!! AAAAAAA!!!

-Oh that’s RIGHT Wyldfire’s acrophobic

-WE HAVE A BEATBOXER NOW??? (giddy acapella kid noises)

-I love Roby already shxkdngbfv

-WE FINALLY FOUND THE FUSCHIA NINJA LETS GOOOO

(starts braiding hair (two braids, don’t worry) and doesn’t write for multiple episodes)

-(pauses braiding) ohhh no Frak did it didn’t he the master is Ras’s master

__________

-ohhh now I see it no yeah Arin’s going evil sorry

-…the writers did realize we were KIDDING about the Wyldfire boyfriend thing right?

-oh suddenly I do not like Roby is it just me or does it feel like he’s not gonna give the powers back

(One band concert later)

-ELEMENTAL MASTER OF PLANTS JUST THINKS HES REALLY GOOD AT GARDENING THIS IS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE!!! people with powers being oblivious to them the beloved

-Nya IMMEDIATELY chatting with the other elemental masters is GOLDEN “LIKE THE HAIR! :D”

-Is Jordana possessed or smth?

-Wyldfire snarling :D

-Wyldfire being angry at Cinder noice noice

-the perspective makes it look like Nya just casually touches the edge of the fire and that’s really funny to me

-poor Lloyd just wants to make friends man

-OH YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME

-BEATRIX IS JUST HERE NOW WHXJDKCMFKGN

-HOLD ON THIS IS ZEATRIX?!?

-Girl I SAW the spirit dragon you TOTALLY WERE INVITED

-okay for once I’m on Ras’s side here lol I just wanna see people tear down Zeatrix

-wait hol up it’d be REALLY funny if Lloyd decided to sass her the way he just sassed a SOURCE DRAGON EARLIER

-Okay I now want to see a spin off series of shorts a la Wu’s Teas called Nya’s Awkward Dinners

-Zane: (shuts door nicely)

-Well. Uh. Wyldfire boyfriend. Unfortunately the only version I have on hand of this meme is this one so

-how funny would it be if this was a Harumi situation and Roby’s the one who killed the matriarch

-Man I thought for SURE we were gonna get Lloyd Plagued By Visions TM

-WHAT IS THAT GOO AND WHATS IT GONNA DO TO LLOYD

-OH.

-THE LIL ZING SOUND EFFECT WHEN LLOYD USES HIS POWERS MY BELOVED

-ARIN WITH THE GRAPPLERRRR WOOOOO

-“I WAS ACTUALLY GETTING A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP FOR A CHANGE >:(” he’s so silly

-OH COME ON THESE GUYS AGAIN???

-okay it’s Zeatrix

-No. absolutely not. There’s no way.

-Zant-Tanz: Unfortunately, we have an impostor among us.

-J A Y !

____________

-j a y shxjskdkfnfn

-WE GET TO SEE THEM DANCE?!?

-Lloyd you weren’t even IN spin harmony

-OHHH IT GOT SAD :(

-Poor… POOR Nya…

-You. You do realize he could’ve set one on himself to throw himself off the trail right.

-I DO NOT TRUST FRAK

-I’m glad Riyu also does not trust Frak lol

-She’s looking for Roby she’s looking for Roby

-AAAGH just when I thought she couldn’t get any more Peril-coded she pulls this shxnskcnfjgb

-Awwww Cole and Geo :)

-Sora: (very obvious cat ears slowly lower)

Jordana: understandable have a great day

-I KNEW IT I KNEW IT FROM THE BEGINNING

-“I wouldn’t lie to you Arin :3 Except for that one time with the object Spinjitzu at the blood moon but all the other times I wouldn’t lie to you! :3 :3 :3”

-it’s the overlord again isn’t it /hj

-WYLDFIRE JUST APPEARING

-Now… hear me out… destruction is an element… 🤨📸💚💜

-oh boy Zane’s up first

-“I am limber. I am loose. (chuckles) I’m in danger!”

-Zane so help me you gotta ice rink it

-NOOOOOOOOO ZAAAAAANE

-ohhh Zane :(

-Wait. If Arin’s gonna be a detective because he can’t compete, ZANE now can’t compete, and Zane already has a detective persona… 👀👀👀

-oh it’s Nya vs Jay isn’t it

-GOSH DANGIT WHY DO I HAVE TO BE RIGHT

-ohhhh 😭😭😭

-some loser in a Jay wig 😭😭😭

-bLiNgEd OuT dAgGeR

-Oh poor poor Nya

-SILENT FIST IT NYA COME ON

-oh geez Nya’s just going THROUGH it

-Nya won but like STILL

-STOP IT I’M BAWLING AUGH

-AAAAAAAAAAUGUFUFHFHFHGHDUXHGH

-I will never be okay again

-The presumable leader of the forbidden 4/5 is just sitting there and Kai’s first and immediate instinct is “Helloooo? BOO!”

-Riyu just hearing Kai’s voice in his head dhcnxkfmgngb

________

-OF COURSE CINDER HAS A SLEEP MASK WITH HEARTS FOR EYES

-SAD JAY HOURS AGH

-sad :(

-oh. OH. OHHHH THIS IS WHAT TURNS HIM TO THE RAS SIDE

-Lloyd 🤝 Riyu: DRS2 Moonwatcher arcs

-Ooooof good luck Sora

-OKAY WE GOOD WE GOOD

-WYLDFIRE!!!

-oh c o m e o n he did that on purpose for SURE

-…from Ninjago to Cam Half Blood REAL QUICK

-WYLDFIRE DOWN WYLDFIRE IS DOOOOWN

-sad Wyldfire hours

-O H T H A T S I T

-anything can be a verb if you try hard enough

-they’re gonna get found out they’re gonna get found out

-Riyu being mid Moonwatcher arc (yes I’ve gotta keep up this bit now) is gonna be interesting for the investigation lol

-THEY GOT FOUND OUT

-Sora you jinxed it

-okay Ras you shut up

-NOOOOOOOO

(Stops because quiet hours and cannot emote)

-AAAAA AAAAA AAAA AAAAAAA

-OUGH poor Arin :(

-NO WHY WOULD YOU EVOKE THE FSM BLOODLINE EVIL STUDENT TAX

-ARIN NOOOOO

-…okay does calling the merge an act of evil feel oddly xenophobic to anyone else or am I an idiot

-Lloyd did not cause the merge that’s ridiculous abxjdkcmfbfb

-Okay Wu makes a LITTLE more sense I guess but still??? Was it really???

__________

-hang on how do we know Wu caused it???

-Arin: so I’m supposed to believe your some kinda hero?

Ras: oh, no, I’m just that one villain character everyone loves

Arin: idk man I think that’s Cinder. For some reason.

-SAVE THEM FROM EACH OTHER??? WHAT DOES THAT MEEEEAAN???

-Arin please tell me you heard that obvious evil laugh you were RIGHT THERE

-COLE YOURE LITERALLYTHE MASTER OF EARTH

-…never mind then

-sad Arin hours :(

-ARIN NOOOOO 🥺

-Aaaand Darkstalker Kai is back poor Riyu

-CMON PHRASIA YOU GOT THIS

-LETS GOOO LETS GOOO

-Euphrasia 🤝 Arin: Immune to sarcasm

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-LETS GO TOX!

-ooohh ooh that’s gotta hurt

-she’s been possessed by the one sleeping hasn’t she

-Arin, explaining the masks to Frak: (animus magic hours)

-oh and this is how he spinjitzu’s normally isn’t it

-woulda look at that. Oof.

-FRAK. FRAK NO.

-They’re fighting each other aren’t they.

-Don’t think I didn’t notice the writers giving up on ever naming Lloyd’s element ever again lol

-LLOYD HOURS! YAYAYA!

-PALEMAN CALLED HIM GREENIE ITS CANON NOW

-oh that’s his face. Huh.

-idk Roby last I checked he flirted with Geo

-Sora: Hey Arin! :D

Arin: (angy)

Sora: Oh my fsm it’s worse than we thought! They made him EMO!!!

-cmon coooole

-NOOOO ARIN AAAGH

-sad Arin and Sora hours

-ARIN THAT’S NOT WHAT SHE SAID

-NOOOO COLE

-Okay Nokt you are. The worst.

-Nya’s gonna lose isn’t she

-Nya get the gem

-“A FRIENDLY DESTROY” once again Wyldfire is Peril

-OKAY NOPE ROBY’S EVIL

-“tHaNkS wYlDfIrE.”

-okay yeah it’s gonna be a smokescreen thing or smth

-ARIN NO ARIN NO ARIN NO ARIN NO

-OH NO SORA CANT RISING DRAGON

-YEAAAAAH SORA!!!

-Ohhh Arin’s edgy now

-ah yes Ball of Wu

-👀👀👀 there’s a monastery over here???

————

-Kai no braincell moment we love him

-no, Wyldfire, ninja do not sleep in.

-Riyu: YOU GET A MOONWATCHER ARC!

-GENETICS FOR THE WIN

-hold on is that Darth Vader???

-aaaand we’re back to this.

-I love the half-effort drawing shxkcnskxmfnfbv

-Wyldfire, of all people: She’s super powerful but can’t control her anger. Huh. Pathetic.

-Sora’s trying her best to be nice shocking

-HIGH LEVELS OF CRINGE

-and immediately Lloyd gets a vision we love to see it

-HE’S GONNA LOSE??? Once again my dude destruction is an eleme- (gets mugged)

-Poor poor Geo wbfbfkfngngb

-THE PAST IS FOR DEAD PEOPLE

-ROBY’S EVIL HES EVIL HES EVIL

-I K N E W I T

-AAAAAAAAA

-Wyldfire’s now gonna get a Harumi situation shekxnekfjgngv

-poor POOR Lloyd

-Cole out here being dadlike to the enemy we love him

-LLOYD KNOWING HES GONNA LOSE MAKES THIS HURT IN SUCH A SPECIAL WAY

-Zeatrix (ranting)

Lloyd: (actively witnessing The Horrors)

-I am now hoping this season ends with Cole adopting yet another snake child

-ARIN APPEARING AT THE WORST TIME

-WYLDFIRE YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE

-OH CHAMILLE’S BACK!!!

-ROBY WITH THE FAKEOUT?!? GOSH D A N G I T

-LIFE?!?!?

-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

-BRO THAT JUST SOUNDS SO COOL

-still like energy better tho

-“The very angry elemental master of shockwave” shxjdkcmfbffv

-AND YEET YOUR OPPONENT OFF THE PLATFORM SHXNDKXNDJGBFBGV

-she will not, in fact, thank Euphrasia.

-“only small masters dhxkcnfngb”

-ya don’t say Sora it’s almost like he had a VISION OF LOSING TO HER

-THE GOTCHA IS BACK!!!

-AGH HES PLAGUED BY VISIONS MID-FIGHT THATS NOT FAIR :(

-oh my word he’s being Clearsight about it THIS is how he loses

-THEY QUITE LITERALLY BROKE THE GAME.

-Gren :D

-ITS THE SWORD ITS T H E SWORD

-no. NO.

-Lloyd died of 1d4 “I quite literally saw this coming” damage

________

-YOUR CAREGIVER BOT

-Here I was thinking she couldn’t possibly get any more Peril-coded after last season BOY WAS I WRONG.

-Arin, of all people: Just because someone ACTS nice doesn’t mean they aren’t capable of turning on you.

-THEY’RE PLAYING CLUE

-SORA V FRACK!!! Well this isn’t going to be emotionally fraught

-Frak’s glare at Sora I can’t

-NOT THE MAAASK!!!

-YEAAAAAAHHH LETS GO FRAK

-We respect Frak in this household

-solve the equation its some sort of code I’m betting you

-BLECKT?!?

-Wyldfire being able to play her awkwardness as the obvious crush is GOLDEN

-WYFY I’M LOSING IT

-sNeAkY bOoTs :P

-IT’S BLECKT?!?

-Lloyd :<

-CROWN MONO STEREO. Now lemme run this through an anagram finder or something.

(Many internet anagram decoders later)

-okay that got me NOTHING useful

-OH. Oh Arin solves it immediately.

-AND WE BACK TO THE VISIONSCAPE!

-ARIN’S EVIL NOW

-We love Motion here :)

-LLOYD VS NOKT?!? BUT LLOYD DIDNT GET THE POWER TRANSFER?!?!?

-He’s so awkward shxkcnfkgng

-“The… imperium girl”

-okay okay we good (until he inevitably loses)

-ONCE AGAIN DESTRUCTION IS AN ELEMENT

-Y’ALL WAIT THAT COULD BE SO COOL IF HE USES ONI POWER AND ARIN PUTS TWO AND TWO TOGETHER AND SEES IT AS ANOTHER LIE AND THAT’S WHAT PUSHES HIM TO RAS’S SIDE?!?

-please please let that be what happens

-NOOOOOOO LLOOOOOOYD

-BLECKT I HATE YOU FOREVER

-ZANE WITH THE HUNGER GAMES REFERENCE?!?

-Lily :D

-aaaand we’ve got Wu

—————

-OH IS THIS A FLASHBACK

-RAS?!?

-okay why would he want to resurrect the forbidden 5?!?

-oh no wait he’s got different eyes and stripes I’m stupid that’s like his great great grandpa or smth

-so so many different villains. so many.

-man Blekt is so mean smh

-Wyldfire… did you set up a brick to fall on him so you had the excuse to tackle him in rage…

-LETS GOOO WYLDFIRE

-“it rarely ever decimated their entire village”

-HE SPEAKS!

-ah he only speaks in one word at a time.

-HE DID?!?!?!?!? WHAT?!? Dwcbevnkenifjifreip

-Poor... Poor Sora.

-“My Spinjitzu won’t spin-jitz” Sora 2024

-Sora: how would I use these powers?

-Lloyd: well you see despite being in the midst of an awkwardly timed Moonwatcher arc I cannot read your mind

-TEAM UP?!?

-Zur is so. Agh. Mood tho.

-OH ITS SORA VS NOKT!!!

-she does Spinjitzu at the end doesn’t she

-OKAY SHE CAN DO IT ARIN STYLE THATS PROGRESS

-LETS GOOO SORA WITH THE BRAINPOWER

-ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED BKDENCKPWDNCKEVFNIO

-Loving how the soundtrack at “he says he caused the merge” transitions from what I’m pretty sure is the Ninjago overture in a minor key to just. ✨oop we ending this early time to go back to that minor key✨ idk I can’t explain it

-Nokt: 🎶anything you can do I can do better🎶

-Roby you should know to NEVER say that

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-the season ends with the forbidden five going out and then Kai just appearing in the chaos to sing What’d I Miss from Hamilton

-WYLDFIRE SHOULDVE DONE THE PHOENIX WRIGHT POINT

-The Phrasia :D

-also I love how the guy kept his umbrella hat THE WHOLE TIME

-Bleckt: 🎶BECAUSE OF YOU🎶

-HOW DID HE JUST. Huh?

-just great. Amazing in fact.

-and there it is.

-Yup. And Jordana got possessed.

-I’m sorry Ras can CHANGE HIS STRIPE AND HAND COLOR ON COMMAND?!?

-yup. Yup and the wolf masks can Dr. Octopus now. of course they can.

-CINDER CAN YOU STOP THROWING RANDOM TEENAGERS AROUND PLEASE AND THANK YOU

-Kizzy (master of balance) just jumping on one of the wolf masks like a trampoline is now my favorite thing ever

———

-Oh hey Nya’s back :D

-Cole just. Just smack them off the cliff while they’re evil laughing.

-nope okay cool. This is fine.

-The surge of serotonin I get every time I see Euphrasia onscreen I sWEAR

-“i SiNcErElY dEtEsT rIsInG dRaGoN.”

-Zane and Nya are just like “oh my goodness it’s Lloyd and Morro all over again”

-LETS GOOO ARIN

-ROBY THIS IS WHY YOU DO IT FAST AND DONT MONOLOGUE

-AND HE FELL OFF A CLIFF

-Okay but I LOVE that mask on Rox tho

-Also Jordana pulling an Anemone the beloved

-Ras: I know the truth about this universe.

Arin: …Dude chill I just want my mom and dad

-ARIN NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE EDGY

-THE STANG TO YOUR ZOOT ASHXJCNGKGB

-man all the baddies out here using wind huh. And then there’s just. Euphrasia.

-KAI’S BAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

-AND BONZLEEEE!!!

-YEAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

-Kai do you have NO OBJECT PERMANENCE

-HE GOT DRAINED JUST IN TIME!!!!!

-SHOUTOUT TO EUPHRASIA FR YOU GO GIRL PUSH CINDER WITH THAT WIND OF YOURS YEAAAAAAAH

-Ras just immediately getting KO’d

-…the evil student tax :(

-AND THEN KAI

-the mood swings are strong with this season

-MASTER WU

-The vengestone birdcage! Like in crystallized! Bleckt reveals he’s part Oni and shatters it

-UMBRELLA HAT GUY JUST HAD THAT HAT ON THR WHOLE TIME

-Im guessing Sordana shippers having a field day with this one

-SORA JUST DRAGGING LLOYD OFFSCREEN IM CRYING

-buuut Jay’s still gone :(

-“another mortal” implying that someone’s tried to do all of this BEFORE

-AGH I love Motion so much

-…Motion you idiot Ras is gonna take that next season

-I swear Arin’s just suddenly REALLY edgy sbxkxmxmfnfngbg

-AND THATS THE END AAAAGH

[jupitervega]

fleein the south part II

hi, i'm ri & i'm an autistic nonbinary trans guy-lite-ish person. 4 years ago i moved out to denver from mississippi (where i was born & raised) & immediately had a massive improvement in my quality of life. i was able to access medical & psychiatric care, my career stabilized, people were addressin me with correct terms for the most part, & i was startin to feel like life had finally begun

unfortunately when the lease ran out on our house end of summer last year my roommates decided not to renew, & then the people who were gonna be my new roommates backed out last minute. in a panic i looked for other options but with time runnin short & top surgery approachin i decided to recover at a friend's house & move back to mississippi once my surgeon cleared me to travel cross country so i could regroup somewhere i figured would be less expensive & at least somewhat familiar

that, friends, was a very costly & painful mistake! every single problem that made me wanna move away in the first place has only exacerbated!

i'm comin up on 8 months post top surgery, i have a beard, & i'm still gettin called ma'am/she/her. trump flags & signs still adorn many yards/porches here. hatred & bigotry run rampant in local politics. the other day i didn't even enter one of the convenience stores in the town where i live when i stopped by because they had posted a very thinly veiled racist sign on the door

when i arrived back here i was not even a full month outta surgery & i had a minor complication, so i went to the emergency room cause what else was i sposed to do? applied for charity as i had around $100 to my name at that point, which i THINK? got approved? also applied for mississippi medicaid the same day, which got denied almost outright as i have no children. so i've been uninsured since november & rationin the 3 month supply of my psych/migraine meds i received before leavin colorado for goin on 7 months. never mind bein able to access hrt!

job prospects here are Not Great! i've had to collect unemployment for a while as i cannot for the life of me find a full time job with a livin wage. otherwise i literally cannot make ends meet as the jobs i've held so far down here are payin average 50% or less of what i was makin in denver. even with the part time gigs i've had i have yet to crack 30hr/wk on any kind of regular basis

housin is an absolute shitshow. my lease is up 1 july (got a month extension) & i've been searchin everywhere for an affordable place of my own or at least a good roommate. the more affordable studio/1bd apartments go for around $700 & up, but most have income requirements of 2.5-3x the monthly rent which, considerin previous point abt wages, is near impossible. roommate listins are available but the majority are questionable at best & seekin a live-in bangmaid at worst

with all these considerations i spent the past few weeks feelin worse & worse lookin for somewhere close to the job i currently have. the leases are like 6mo-1y so i was picturin another year down here & how i was gonna survive, let alone thrive. my thoughts got darker & darker. i'd wake up in the mornin & be sad/disappointed i'd survived the night

this is no way to live

i snapped a few days ago. said to myself "if i'm destined to struggle wherever i go, i'd rather do it somewhere i actually Wanted to be in the first place" & started applyin for housin in denver. waitin to hear back from my first option & have secured a backup with a friend with a spare room for 6mo in case that falls through

right now i need help gettin the hell out! i've got first month's rent already put back, i can continue to collect unemployment until i land a good job in denver, & i'm already reachin out to find somewhere to work. i just don't have anywhere to go for another month or two to save the money i'll need to travel almost 1200mi (~1900km) back to colorado. i'll need at least $500 to make gas/food happen durin the time it will take me to get there, & i need it by the first of july (38 days from day of postin)

please help me escape!!!

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thank u so much for readin, pls have an item from my emergency happy photo folder for yr enjoyment

[awildtei]

[CW: slight nsfw]

In my Kevaaron shit frothing at the mouth at the Possibilities. Because they live together for two years, both having to be at Andrew's side all the time, and there's so much potential for things to happen without anyone else knowing. Them having their own arc in the background of Andreil with no one the wiser because no one actually pays them any attention.

Aaron with his shitty attitude, internalized homophobia, past of addiction and abuse, hating Kevin for bringing more drama into his life with his stupid fucking mafia issues and for the way he so easily holds Andrew's attention when Andrew treats Aaron like he doesn't exist; Kevin with his ego, his "it'll be easier if he remains heterosexual", his alcoholism, his history of abuse, his constant fear and anxiety.

Them not liking each other but not really caring enough about the other to truly hate them. Ignoring each other's existence best they can.

Then eventually sexual tension they try to work out by fighting constantly. Hurting each other's feelings better than anyone else can because somehow they see each other and know exactly where to cut so it'll hurt the most.

Getting lost in the crowd at Eden's, drunk and barely high, dancing too close together, too dirty to be friendly, making out and then pretending they didn't.

Them eventually fucking because they need to get it out of their systems and Andrew doesn't let them out of his sight long enough to go out and find someone else (and really, they don't trust any stranger to have them so vulnerable when they are in the middle of a fucking mob war). Kevin with his "this never leaves this room, I'm not ruining my career", Aaron with his "I'm straight, this is just convenient", both meaning it until they don't, really.

Both catching inconvenient feelings, both sure it's one-sided. Kings of denial. Moments that they refuse to read into because that way lies madness, like that time they accidentally fall asleep together, or when Aaron talks Kevin down from a panic attack, or when Kevin makes tea for Aaron when he's frazzled and sleep-deprived studying for finals.

Kevin, heart in his throat wondering whether Aaron is still with Katelyn, because he thought they'd broken up but he sees them talking at a party; Aaron, heart in his stomach, wondering whether Kevin actually wants Andrew and not him, is settling for someone who looks like him because he can't have the real thing.

At Eden's, Kevin almost kissing Aaron when they're left alone at the table because he wants and it's killing him; Aaron pushing him away, snapping "You're drunk," because he has to be, otherwise there's no way he'd do this, here, in plain view, there is no way he actually wants Aaron. Aaron, angry and seething because how dare this asshole keep tripping him up at every turn, giving him hope he knows will be crushed in a second; Kevin, not drunk (not yet), rejected, being reminded yet again that it is just secret, shameful sex for Aaron, that kissing him where their friends might see them is not something he can do, that Aaron doesn't actually want him.

The sex, getting confusing. Sometimes too gentle, too worshipful, too loving to be called fucking. Sometimes they remember themselves and turn it fast and dirty and angry, tell themselves not to slip up again.

Aaron seeing Andrew with Neil, so jealous, so envious, so sad and angry because he will never have that; Kevin watching Neil with Andrew, so lost, so helpless, because he used to only care about Exy but now when he imagines his future as a pro player it stretches lonely and even the thought of making Court again doesn't compensate the thought of Aaron being gone from his life, somewhere far away at med school, Kevin a speck in the rearview mirror of his life.

Aaron being hot and cold, one minute open and desperate and the next completely closed-off; Kevin oscillating between I'm going to tell him so he can either accept it or reject me for good and I'm going to keep my feelings very quiet so I can have this for as long as I can.

Making out for hours, not taking it further, Aaron thinking shit shit shit this is not what this is supposed to be, Kevin thinking yes yes yes this is different this has to mean something.

Kevin after winning championships and surviving Riko for good deciding since he's the best exy player in the world he can do whatever the fuck he wants and no one can say shit about it, deciding he's all in, respecting when Aaron pushes him away but otherwise not backing out out of fear, not anymore; Aaron, having killed a man, finally working on his relationship with his brother, the trial looming menacing in the near future making him question everything he thought he knew about himself, deciding the worst-case scenario in his life has probably already happened and Kevin Day breaking his heart will not kill him, deciding he will just do whatever the fuck he wants and if Kevin notices his feelings he can deal with it or break things off with him, whatever.

Eating alone together and watching movies alone together and so many dates they don't call dates but don't not call dates, either. Kissing all the time now, when no one is around, quick pecks as hello and goodbye, fond smooches when the other does something adorable. Hands finding hands during sex, during make-out sessions, under the blanket during movie night sat side by side on the couch.

Kevin holding Aaron in his dark suit for a long time before the trial, just quietly hugging him, hands on his back and hair, lips against the crown of his head, before Aaron sighs and steps back, face set, hand squeezing Kevin's one last time for strength.

After the trial, Aaron exhausted and rattled and wishing he could go back to not knowing, walking straight into Kevin's arms in the middle of the busy courtroom without a single fuck left to give.

The days following the trial, days of quiet companionship, of Kevin just being there for Aaron, ignoring Andrew's knowing raised eyebrow and Neil's confused frown, thankful Nicky is holding his tongue for now.

Days of letting the dust settle until Aaron goes back to being himself and Kevin finally lets himself ask, blunt and straightforward; Aaron being brave for perhaps the first time in his life and telling the truth. Kevin smiling, not his smug smirk or his camera-smile, something softer, brighter, happier, more real, speaking his own truth; Aaron finally letting his walls down fully, letting his eyes and face show everything, kissing him like his life depends on it. Both holding on, holding on, holding on.

[filmtv2022]

Moving Forward: Chapter Three

(18+ MDNI)

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Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Kazansky!Reader

Synopsis: The first day of training goes just about as poorly as one could expect when Y/N and Jake get paired up to fly together. Events from the past prove to be problematic even in the present as Y/N an Jake struggle to find a way to work together after a shared tragedy ruined so much for both of them. Bradley, lost as to how to navigate the situation, tries to help, but finds himself in rough waters with his former best friend (reader).

Warnings: language + injury recovery + reference to past accident of some kind

A/N: Well... I don't know if anyone cares about this story anymore (it's been ages since I updated), but I promised myself that this year I'd write what I wanted and what felt good. I finally had the inspiration to return to this story, and I'm glad I did. Here's to hoping that I can keep going with this story. As always, I apologize for any mistakes.

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The roar of jet engines tearing through the sky refocused you on the present but did little to settle your nerves. You paced quietly along the back side of the room, your eyes glancing over the sea of pictures that covered it. There was one in particular that caught your attention. You’d seen a copy of this one many times before as it hung from the wall of your father’s office. Running your fingertips over the frame, you easily found the familiar faces captured amongst the rows of aviators. The youthful smiles of Maverick, Goose, and your father warmed your heart. But there was always a level of sadness and wondering tacked onto the love and admiration. What would things have been like if Goose was still alive? 

“All right, next up we have Kazansky and Seresin.” Hondo’s commanding voice called into the room. 

Ignoring the snide comments Jake continued to throw in your direction you made your way down to the tarmac. Your pre-flight checks took you past Rooster who sat catching his breath after pounding out his 200 hundred push-ups. His eyes caught the other aviator who followed a good distance behind, and a surge of worry tightened in his chest as he saw that it was Hangman. Taking advantage of the fact that Jake wouldn’t be able to hear, he shouted a word of warning. 

“Watch your back up there, Kazansky.” 

“Worry about yourself, Bradshaw.” 

Bradley’s retort was lost in the sound of engines flaring overhead, leaving you to pound further down the tarmac toward your jet. Following the proper protocol, you entered the pilot’s seat, the heat rolling off the dark pavement already had sweat pooling along your hairline. Sliding into a seated position, the ever-present ache in your hip flashed anew, sending shooting pain along the outside of your leg. The air caught in your chest and forced you to close your eyes and breathe through the spasm. 

 Knowing you could no longer put it off, your heart fluttered wildly as your trembling hands flipped switches without thinking. The motions were second nature even after all this time away. Things moved quickly and then there was nothing more you could check, it was time. Pushing back from your spot, you were given radio clearance to take your place on the runway. With one final go-ahead from the tower, you were off, barreling down the tarmac and into the sky. 

Hanging as low as the hard deck would allow, you watched and waited to see what Hangman would do, his slippery nature in the air was a well-known hazard. For the time being, he stayed a reasonable distance above you as if getting too close would cause him to falter. Eventually, even he got antsy as signs of Maverick remained non-existent. Unwilling to wait it out, Jake peeled off into the sun where you lost track of him visually.

“And there he goes. Typical, Seresin.” 

“Feelin’ lonely, Riot? There’s plenty of room up here if you’re willing to get up off your safety blanket.”

“Screw you, Bagman.” 

Jakes, hard laughter poured through the comms. It didn’t take long for Pete to catch up to him, the two were locked in a battle of speed and wits. Continuing to listen in silence, you heard the banter between the captain and Hangman as Pete closed in on the younger pilot. 

“Riot, where the hell are you?! Get him off my tail?!”

“I’m not the one who flew away from my wingman, Seresin. You need some help, you know where to find me.” 

Lightening fast, Jake swept back into view with Maverick hot on his tail. They were flying toward you from the rear, the aim was clearly to utilize the blaring sun to blind you until the last second, but you knew Pete and Jake too well. 

Breathing slowly you heard Maverick aim at Hangman, hitting his target with exacting precision. Now it was just you and Mav. The rest of the world fell away with the remaining nerves that’d kept you glued in place. This left you free to calculate when to move. Unwilling to rush the process, you waited patiently, biding your time. The only change to your flight path was a gradual upward movement to gain enough altitude to maneuver safely. Clocking his final approach you pulled back hard as the whining tone of an approaching jet poured into your headset. Lifting your jet up and over Maverick’s left you in the perfect position to take the shot. Without hesitation you connected, your aim sure and true. 

“That’s a kill! How you feelin’ old man? Had enough yet?” 

Maverick’s laughter filled your ears as he caught his breath, “Jesus, Kazansky where the hell did ya learn that?”

“It’s straight out of your playbook, Mav.” 

“Remind me to send an apology to your father for teaching you that.” 

“Don’t worry, he already knows you’re a terrible influence.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Get yourself down to that tarmac.” 

“You got it, captain. Also, Mav?”

“Yes, Riot?”

“Take ‘er easy with those push-ups. We wouldn’t want to have to call in a medic to scrape your ass off the pavement, now would we?” 

Another bout of barking laughter tore through the comms. Still a little hazy, you found your way back to the runway and proceeded to move through the end-of-flight procedures. The adrenaline wore off more quickly than you hoped, leaving behind the nasty ache of still-healing injuries. With everything in working order, you gingerly reported back to the ready room. The audible buzz from inside the space was evident even before the door was open. The thrill of it pulled a meek smile from deep within even as your steadiness waned.

 Shoving the door open with your good hip, you fought against the bone-deep exhaustion. The rest of the crew erupted into enthusiastic congratulations. The rough pats on your back were far too aggressive given the lack of familiarity. Each touch jolted your body, leaving you more desperate to sit down. Everything was stilted and stiff as your body screamed. Simply walking sent shock waves through your nervous system. Masking it as best you could, you nearly collapsed into one of the more cushioned seats and rested your head against your hand. Waiting out the spasms, your eyes shut tight in a feeble attempt to block out the rest of the world. Still keyed up, the rest of the crew flew back to the window in the hope of catching Maverick in the thick of his “punishment”. 

Across the room, Bradley looked your way for the first time since your interaction on the tarmac. What others had easily passed off as exhaustion, he saw through immediately. You were suffering… in more ways than one. The tension in your body paired with the furrow of your eyebrows was more than enough to clue him in. He’d seen that look of anguish only a few times before, but the sight of it was burned into his memory. Breaking away from the group, Bradley started in your direction, but the jarring smack of metal against drywall rang through the room freezing him in place. 

Tearing his focus from you, he watched as Hangman stormed into the room. His helmet was held in his outstretched hand as his attention fell directly on you. 

“What the fuck was that Riot?” 

“Not now, Jake… please.” Your eyes remained shut in the hopes that it would calm his tantrum.

“No! You don’t get to slide out of this one, Kazansky! Your bullshit cost me up there. If this had been anything other than training, I’d be dead.” Jake’s eyes narrowed as he took another step closer. His shadow now loomed over your body, “But then again, that’s just your style isn’t Y/N… who cares who you bury, as long as you come out on top, isn’t that right?” 

Your eyes snapped open, fury glimmered in your steely gaze. Rushing to your feet, you ignored the screaming throb in your hip and knee as your hands came up, hard and fast reaching for Jake. Making contact with his chest, you pushed with every ounce of strength you could muster, sending him back a few steps as your voice cracked, “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about Seresin!” 

Taking a quick step past him, determined to extricate yourself from this situation as fast as possible, the tug of Jake’s hand on your wrist had you turning on him. A rabid look took over your features, pinning him into place. Letting go of you, he spoke quickly, his volume continuing to rise as he fired more shots across the bow.

“Really?! Because I think I know better than every goddamn person in this room! Do you want to tell ‘em or should I? Because they deserve to know just what kind of coward they’re flying with.” 

“Fuck off, Bagman!” stepping back into his space you once again reached for Jake, but your movement was cut off. 

Seeing that unhinged look in your eyes, Bradley had moved out of pure instinct to your side, his hands closing around your biceps as he hauled you back from the edge of something you were sure to regret.

“Y/N, stop.” 

Prying yourself from Rooster’s grasp, you whirled around, snarling at him, “Stay the hell out of this Bradshaw.” Bradley’s normally stoic face flinched almost imperceptibly at your words. 

Wasting no time, you turned back to face, Jake who’d had enough presence of mind to take a few steps back. The rest of the aviators stared in silent horror at the scene that had unfolded in front of them. 

“And don’t you ever pretend like you know what happened that night. Because trust me when I say, if I could trade places with them, I’d do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.” 

Storming away from the ready room, you let the door crash back against the frame behind you. Not bothering to hold yourself together any longer, the tears flowed down your cheeks in hotlines, and your nose burned with emotion. Swallowing hard, you found your way to the locker room, tearing off your flight suit the second you cleared the door. Discarding it in your locker, you worked with unsteady hands to pull on the jeans you’d brought to wear for your ride home, but you didn’t get far in the process before your knee gave out.

Collapsing in on itself, you buckled, sending yourself in a crumpled heap to the floor. Your hands smacked against the wooden bench in a reflexive attempt at slowing your fall. The swift thwack reverberated through the empty space as you rested your forehead between your outstretched hands. Breathing slowly, you fought against the memories that threatened to flood back. The tick of the clock on the wall marked the passing of time, but it was meaningless in your stupor. With each grounding breath, you regulated your heart rate enough to move to sit on the bench. Resting back against the brick wall, your shoulders slumped with the weight of the world. 

If it wasn’t for the creaking groan of the locker room door swinging open, you’d have sat like that forever. Instead, the grating noise sent your eyes snapping open, a counterargument perched on your tongue for whoever decided to confront you about the shitshow that had unfolded earlier. Forcing yourself to meet them, you focused your attention on the spot you knew they’d soon inhabit. The heavy fall of boots on tile echoed for a few seconds longer before their owner turned the corner. A wave of thankfulness that it wasn’t Hangman was quickly washed away by the fact that Bradley Bradshaw stood before you. Stopping at the edge of the lockers, he stayed silent watching you watching him. 

His flight suit was tied around his waist, leaving his strong arms exposed as he crossed them in front of his chest. The look on his face was confusing, a warring mix of so many things. On one hand, he looked like he was about to throttle you for the way you acted earlier. On the other hand, he looked broken as if seeing you like this was more than he could handle. Like it was taking everything in his being to keep from crossing the room and holding you in his arms. 

The two of you stayed quiet for a few more seconds, but it was finally Bradley who broke the silence. 

“Are you okay?” 

Staring back at him, you kept a deadpan look fixed to your features, afraid of what he’d see if you let it slip, “I’m fine, Bradley.” 

“Come on now, Y/N. You know that’s not true. What the hell happened back there today?”  

“First of all, why do you suddenly care how I’m doing? Because that hasn’t seemed to matter to you in a very long time. And more importantly, I don’t need your pity, Bradshaw. What happened between me and Hangman has nothing to do with you.” 

“But it-”

“Don’t you dare try to pull the, ‘But it does matter to me, we’re on the same side’ bullshit. You and I haven’t been on the same side in a long fuckin’ time. You worry about you, and I’ll worry about me. End of story. Okay?”

Turning away from him, you picked up your bag and started zipping up the pockets. With your back to him, the clip of his boots on the floor gave away his continued approach.  

“It’s not okay, you’re not okay.” stopping a few steps shy of you, his hands dropped to his sides, fists clenched tightly, “Just talk to me, Y/N.”

Turning to face him, you glared at him as you spoke, “Honestly, I don’t give a shit what you think, and you’re the last person I care to talk to right now. I’m not here to make friends, I’m here to fly this godforsaken mission, and if I’m lucky enough to live through it all… I’d like to keep moving forward with my life.” 

“You sound just like Hangman when you talk that. Maybe you two really do deserve each other.” 

A momentary flash of surprise, and hurt passed over your features. Caught off guard, your next words were shakier than you’d have liked given the circumstance, “You’re right, Bradley… maybe we do deserve each other. At least with Jake, he doesn’t pretend to be something he’s not.” 

Throwing the heavy bag over your shoulders you flew past Bradley, leaving him to flounder in stunned silence.

[fereldanwench]

been feelin Some Kinda Way about tumblr the past few days (for the obvs reasons: the ceo transphobic temper tantrum and the ai shit)

it's always fluctuated between hellsite (affectionate) and hellsite (derogatory), and the sad reality is that even for all its faults, it's still probably the best option for the kind of online interaction i'm looking for

plus, as the meme goes, i've also lived thru dozens of supposed 'this is the end of tumblr' eras so i'm not about to start catastrophizing here

but it feels... idk, just different this time. i think just knowing about how badly they're struggling financially and that tumblr has been deprioritized (or whatever the specific corporate speak was they used when they shared that stuff a few months ago) amongst automattic's properties is not helping

i back my stuff up regularly and share things on multiple sites (i'm probably obnoxiously ubiquitous to some ppl, lmao) so i'm not in danger of losing anything, but my blog is like my own diary & scrapbook--i tag compulsively bc i like looking through the things i've made and collected over the years. there's a part of me feeling like i should start prioritizing somewhere else for that sort of thing

idk idk

i'm not going anywhere--i'll very likely go down with the ship if something does happen--but more and more i'm just having a feeling of 'is it even worth it' when i schedule posts and share creative things in these parts

[natsuki208]

Bluebird’s Special Day! 💒

Time flies so fast, doesn’t it? Sebastian feels like it was yesterday when he brought his little baby boy into his arms for the first time, and now he’s seeing him walk down the aisle with the love of his life.

The sky is clear blue and the sun is brighter than ever; perfect weather for such a special occasion today.

Sebastian Michaelis is overwhelmed with complicated emotions, he’s been feeling like this for the past few days. On one hand, this is the most proud he has ever been, but on the other the sense of sadness can’t be avoided. It can’t be helped since today’s the day when his son will finally be wedded.

It still feels like yesterday when Sebastian held his child in his arms for the first time; so tiny and fragile, those big blue eyes looking up at him as to say he needs him. The first time he smiled and giggled play in his mind, his first word being ‘Papa’ ring in his ears, they were very rare times in Sebastian’s life where he felt genuinely happy.

Now they’re all only memories to hold onto.

Sebastian’s thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a dirty blonde man waving his hand in front of his face.

“Ya feelin’ okay, Sebastian?”

The demon looked ahead in surprise, the faithful chef Bardroy is giving a concerned expression at him.

“*ahem* Yes, I’m doing alright. I was merely scheduling the plans in my head.” Sebastian casually lies to the man in front, spreading a fake smile on his lips.

“Okay. It seemed to me that there’s somethin’ troublin’ ya…”

“I said I’m fine. Is that clear?”

Bardroy quickly nods. Sebastian can’t help but notice that the dirty blonde is carrying his typical flamethrower in his hand, his fake smile fades away and crosses his arms disappointedly.

“What are you planning to do with that this time?”

“Oh, this? Ah reckon it can be useful to bake the wed-din cake much faster. We do have a lot to do today.” He smirks proudly, ready to demonstrate his so called advantage.

Before he can do anything, Sebastian grabs the flamethrower right out of Bardroy’s grip. “No. You are not starting a fire on the most important day of my son’s life.”

“Huh? But…”

“No excuses. Now do please follow the recipe book like a normal chef would. Everything has to be perfect.”

The glaring red eyes sends a shiver down the man’s spine. He sighs in defeat. “A-Alright.”

The demon leaves him be now for him to get started, he would assist but shamefully has other errands to attend to. He then talks to Mey-Rin who’s been struggling to get her bride’s maid dress on for hours, he calls in Paula to help and later fix her mess of a hairstyle properly. He tries his best not to hurt Finny’s feelings to insists on being the flower girl (because he likes flowers) and quickly states ‘It’s not traditional, but sure.’ which made the boy really happy. Lastly, checks to see how his new daughter-in-law is feeling, it’s informed to him Elizabeth Midford is both overjoyed yet anxious so he passes on the message that everything will be okay.

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Now that all preparations are complete, Sebastian goes outside for a moment to compose himself. All the guests are now arriving one by one including Elizabeth’s family and other people his son is close to.

The sun is just in the right place in the sky: nearly setting causing the sky to become bright orange. This reminds Sebastian of those days where his little bluebird would always get tired at this time of day and he then carried him off to bed, humming a little lullaby. Even after all these years, after every trial and error, the demon can never regret the decision he made to take his human child in as his own. Not even now where it all comes to an end.

He continues to stare at the sunset until he heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. Sebastian turns around and the very person he’s thinking of is standing before him - his son Ciel Phantomhive. The young man is wearing his finest suit, his hair is perfectly washed and brushed, and his face has the softest smile Sebastian has seen in a while.

“Hello father…” Ciel speaks quietly. The man’s eyes are full of joy and nervousness all at once, this immediately tells Sebastian that he wants to speak with him. But first he wants to admire his son’s groom wear.

“My Ciel, look at that velvet suit. You look remarkable in it.”

“Th-thank you. D-Do you mind if I chat with you before the ceremony?”

Just as he predicted. “But of course, about what?”

Ciel steps closer to allow his father to hear him better. “Well first off, I appreciate all the hard work you and the servants have put in to making this place perfect enough for today.” The honesty in his voice is crystal clear, but so is the sign of grief. “However… there’s been something bothering me recently.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “Look, I wanted to talk Finnian out of being the flower girl but he was insistent and…”

“No, not that. It’s…” He pauses. “I’m… I’m scared.”

The demon’s smile fades. Ciel barely shows any other emotions around people these days, even around him, so it’s surprising that he’s admitting the feeling of anxiety now. Sebastian goes full on parent mode and makes a assumption.

“My child. There’s no need to feel that way. You said it yourself that you feel deep affection for Elizabeth, and you admitted that you want to make up for putting your responsibilities before her. And of course you know she still feels the same for you no matter what, you two will be okay.”

Ciel looks down and the ground, still in sorrow. “Thank you, but… I-I was more of talking about you.”

Sebastian remains silent again.

“I know after we completed the contract that you then decided to not consume my soul, allowing me to live my life, but… do you really have to leave?”

Those memories from just a month ago comes back to the demon. After nearly nineteen years of raising his human child he couldn’t bring himself to take his soul, and so he risks letting him go and returning to hell. But poor Ciel wasn’t ready yet, so he made one last demand:

‘You are not allowed to leave until you’ve seen me on my wedding day! That is an order!’

So the two made their agreement and Sebastian thought that was it; but his son is still clearly fearful of what’s next for him.

Sebastian gives a soft smile and turns Ciel’s head back to him, staring kindly into his eyes including the one where the seal used to be.

“Ciel, you much more of a young man than you realise. You’re certainly much stronger than you were years ago, yet you still have a life to live. Surely it’s more personal feelings as to why I spared your soul, but my point still stands. I was told before that being a father means doing the best you can for your child, and I already starved myself for the first ten years raising you and I will gladly go through it again just for you.”

Tears began to fill in Ciel’s eyes. He tries to form a smile to distract from it though.

“It’s like I just said; you’re going to be okay.”

The fatherly tenderness gets to the blue haired man. Ciel shakily steps forward and the two men embrace for roughly one last time. If Sebastian were human it would be the moment where he would share the tear shedding with his son, but even if he can’t physically do it he feels so deep down. They embrace for another minute until Ciel steps back a little - still wiping away tears.

“Thank you, father.” His smile is true this time.

“You sure are thankful today.”

“W-Well… look! The rest of the guests must be inside already. We must go as well, I refuse to keep Lizzy waiting.”

Both agree and head back inside the building. The ceremony begins as soon as Ciel walks up to the alter, and Sebastian sits with the rest of the crowd. At the moment when the beautiful young Elizabeth walks down the aisle alongside her bride’s maid, and when she gave her father-in-law a tiny wave, Sebastian doesn’t stop smiling. He watches as his little bluebird makes his first step into his own life with eyes full of hope and pride, it’ll most certainly be a moment he’ll never forget for eons onward. He even feels himself slightly choking up as the priest says the following words:

“We are gathered here today to join Ciel Phantomhive and Elizabeth Midford in their marriage.”