#goodbye's hurt but they are made with love

[bnyrbt]

[First Image Description: A pinned Instagram comment by silkstonevogue21, with 462 likes, including the author, reading: In 2005 l was 20 and ready to burst open the closet door and saw brokeback mountain. I was so frightened sitting in the theatre and hearing people boo and walk out when they kissed. But Seeing Heath Ledger holding the shirt at the end destroyed me and I wondered if I'd ever have someone, a man hold me and love me. I went to Italy in 2015 aged 29 to meet a man there who l'd talked with online for 6 months and I wrote a will in case he murdered me because that's sometimes sadly a reality of being gay. But thankfully he didn't. We met at the Vatican and he was tall and handsome and kind and I had this beautiful Italian romance at 29 for a summer which I see when I watch this movie. We ran for trains that were just starting to move off from the platform like in old movies and we made love in beautiful Italian towns. We kissed in ancient ruins running from lighting storms and summer rain. We swam in the bluest waters and ate so much pasta. It was perfect. And when we said goodbye at the airport sobbing and kissing in public not caring who saw us still both a little scared of getting hurt we promised to find a way to be together again. I'm 38 now and am wearing the engagement ring he gave me and I moved across the world to be with him and I so wish I could tell all the gay boys hiding in the movie theatres that the real thing is so much better and can happen and it doesn't always have a sad ending.]

[Second Image Description: A drawing of a tiny figure with pink blush and huge, shiny eyes, crying on a chair.]

[gyaruhana]

Would you be willing to write about Thanos from Squid Game competing with a girlfriend who is very quiet and easily manipulated? Would love to see how he would protect her

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Easily manipulated!Reader Headcannons

Synopsis: thanos headcannons with an easily manipulated reader

A/N: i made two headcannons - one where he's a dickhead and the other where he's not so take your pick which you'd rather read !!

Warnings: Manipulation, HEAVY manipulation,

In the games (Thanos when he's high so bad thanos):

he does manipulate you himself honestly

don't think you're safe from this man

silent threats masked with a baby voice to keep you on his side

doesn't trust you with anyone else so he keeps you close to him

makes you believe he'd keep you safe but, if it came down to you or him, he's letting you die.

super super touchy and always has an arm around your shoulder or he holds your face in his hands

maintains eye contact with you to make you feel like he cares when he's only using you

if he betrays you and you still survive somehow, he's quick to give you fake apologies and claim he didn't mean to

At some point, he takes his manipulation even further and starts using you for sex

Subtly tricks you into thinking you're a murderer by blaming you for the people he's killed and saying he wouldn't have had to do it if it wasn't for you

Isolates you from the others and makes you distrust them so you won't believe them when they say that he's using you

Myung-gi tried to tell you once and it made you question how Thanos really felt about you

His instinct reaction was to ask you if you really believed someone who had scammed so many people over him when he was the one who had 'kept you safe'

Basically guilt trips you

if you keep pushing his limits, he will hurt you

then he'll say it was your fault once again that he had to do that

makes you take his drugs too so you'll be even more naive to his clear manipulation

if you die before him, he'll have no remorse at all

He'll just look at you dead in the eyes before you do with a grin before waving goodbye as you get shot

Overall, manipulative dickhead that uses you for personal gain

"Do you really believe him over me? He's been a liar since before these games. I've kept you safe this whole time. Why would i lie to you?" he speaks with anger as he grips your chin in his hand. He was pissed you were questioning him. Maybe he hadn't manipulated you enough? Perhaps he needed to teach you a lesson about questioning him so he could put you back in your place. After all, he needed you if he was going to win 45.6 Billion won. "I don't want to do this to you but you need to learn a lesson,"

In the games (Thanos when he's not high so good Thanos):

worried about you honestly.

he likes to be around you constantly because he doesn't want you to be manipulated by someone

tries to tell you to not be so naive and just trust him

he doesn't trust anyone to not try to use you for their own gain in a game like this

protects you with his life.

If someone's talking to you, he's immediately by your side, his arm around your shoulder

He just wants to make sure you're not being tricked

typa guy who does sound sort of manipulative because he's always telling you to only trust him..

he doesn't mean to sound that way though he just doesn't want you to fall for someone's lies

super touchy

tries to get you to keep playing but, if you say no, he won't push any further and let you make your own choice

always ask you three times over about things he wants just to make sure you want it and you're not just agreeing because he asked

if you somehow get a private conversation without him around, he will immediately ask what they told you

If someone DOES try to manipulate you, he's on them so fast

will fight them and not hold back at all

overall, super caring and makes sure NOBODY manipulates you or else

"What are you talking about to my girlfriend here?" Thanos speaks as he walks towards you - his gaze on the man who had been talking to you. He didn't like it when other people would talk to you given your nature. He just didn't trust anyone's intentions with you and assumed everybody was out to get you. Better to be safe then sorry, he thought. He slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you close to him. It was a clear threat to the guy to make him back off and not even think about coming near you again. "Actually, I don't care. Just leave her alone,"

[thequietkid-moonie]

Little things they do when they are in love

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Argenti, Boothill ]

[ Honkai Star Rail ]

This is a new thing I wanted to try, instead of making general relasionship headcanons I wrote random and cutie headcanons, I actually enjoyed writing this more so i wil keep doing it from now on!

Argenti

Always at the side to protect you with his body. Argenti holds his title as a knight with pride and honor and thats going to be show in his affection and love too, he vows his like to Idrila but he is your knight too, what kind of knight would he be if he isn't really to protect you? Whenever you two are out, even if there isn't really an obvious threaten he always walk in the side of the road more crowded

Treating you as if you were made of glass. He doesn't do it in the way that he is scare that he may hurt you but in the way that as if he were holding the most precious thing it has ever existed in the whole cosmos, everytime he touch you he does it with such gentleness and care, even if is in a dangerous situation when he holds you to shield you he is surprisingly gentle with his touch. Although, Argenti doesn't underestimate you, he is far from that, is just that you hold so much value for him that he can't let anything happen to you

Fixing your clothes. It isn't that he judge your aesthetic or that he is a perfeccionist, he is just really caring, he tent to pay a lot of attention to you so he end up noticing the small details like when you clothes or hair gets a little messy and he simply decided to fix it for you, for him is nothing really, is just a small little detail, he doesn't even expect you to thank him or even aknowledge it he just do it because he loves you and wants everyone to apreciate your beauty

Always greeting and saying goodbye. Even if the path of a knight of beauty is in loneliness now that you are in his life he holds your relationship with great value and honor, he still has work to do but always has time to be with you, thats why everytime you see each other there is always a beautiful greeting fit for a knight of beauty, as well as a temporary farewell everytime you have to part ways, always promising on his life to come back to you once his job is done. Argenti is actually so loyal that whenever he has to go somewhere without you he makes sure to tell you where exactly is he going and how much time it will take him approximately

Pampering you with affection and compliments. Argenti is not shy when it comes to affection, as a knight of beauty is his duty to recognize the beauty around the universe, and you are one of the most beautiful people he has ever seeing and he is not afraid to tell you, with him at your side your life will never lack of compliments and prasises but when it comes to physical affectionate he waits because he doesn't want to cross your bounduries by accident, still he is a big fan to take your cheeks on his hands and leave gentle kisses all over your face or gently take your hand in his to place a kiss on your knuckles (even kneeling down to do it like a true gentleman)

Boothill

Speaking a little louder. Its not his intention to come across as rude, he normally speak in a rather quiet tone since his style is to do his job and go, he only speak louder when he gets excited or when the battle gets more serious, whenever he is with you he feels comfortable and happy so he can't help but speaking just a little louder

Acting like a simple couple and forgeting about the world for a second. For being a galaxy ranger Boothill's life is always a rush, he does his job and leave the place so whenever he has the oportunity he like to simply slow down and enjoy your company, having at least a second to simply relax and enjoy still being alive, enjoy having you in his life

Learning and teaching. Since Boothill used to be a cowboy and now is a galaxy ranger he knows a lot about surviving and fighting, he wouldn't mind teaching you things like using a gun and, honeslty, he would be rather excited about it! As well, if there is anything you would like to teach him or even he gets interested on something you know how to do really well he will be happy to learn too, actually this quality time is incredibly comforting for him, it makes him feel human

Keeping and arm around you. Again, his life is constantly a rush and he gets lonely quite often, so whenever you two are together he likes having you as close as posible. Keeping an arm around your shoulders or waist have diferent purpose, first of all is a protective gesture, a way to remind you that he is here to protect you if you need it (he is your galaxy ranger after all), the reason he keeps as a secret and prefer to don't admit out loud is for the comfort, he had lost everything in a second already once so keeping you so close is to remind himself that you are really here, that you are at his side still breathing, that nothing bad had happened to you

Staring at your skin. The days of being a human cowboy are long lost and his new robotic body is an eternal reminder about what happened and what he has to do, he is quite troubled by the fact that his only soft skin is on his face so he just got the tendency to stare at your skin, he doesn't do it in a creepy way he just accedently zone out while staring at your skin, his mind going back to his lost past, but at the end he always apologize if he make you uncomfortable by it

Gift you flowers. Honeslty, those flowers are almost never bought on a flower shop, everytime Boothill bring you flowers those are ones that he had collected personally from the wild, for him those flowers hold a greater meaning than any other flowers he could bought, not only shows that he had went out of his way to collect them but also shows the beauty of a living planet. The flowers he always brings are diferent, small or big, with soft or bright colors, he likes vary from what flowers he brought you on the past and loves seeing your reaction for them (but gets really embarrassed if you point it out)

[lezforsapphicwrites]

𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷?

pairing: elphaba thropp x glinda upland word count: 808 warnings: none summary: glinda sees her wife again after so long being apart but elphaba feels she doesn't deserve her love. (inspired by "would you fall in love with me again" from epic the musical)

Elphaba had changed in a way that she wouldn't want, Glinda thought.

The one she had known at Shiz was not the same as the Elphaba that was standing before her. Her eyes bore the horrors of the cruelty and harshness of their world. Shoulders slumped as the weight of her own expectations pulled her down to a void of neverending disappointments and losses.

And yet, she was still Elphie. Her Elphie.

The girl who cared about animals more than anyone would ever do. Who braved the mocking eyes of their peers as she moved to her own beat in the Ozdust Ballroom. Who fought against the true wicked of Oz, something she hadn't muster to do.

"You look different. You're eyes look tired." She tried to make it sound like teasing but her emotions betrayed her. Glinda took a deep breath. "Your frame is lighter. Your smile torn."

Elphaba looked away. Somehow that hurt more than the long period they had spent away from each other.

"Is it really you, my love?" Glinda reached out her hand, gently resting them on the girl's shoulder.

She thanked the heavens that Elphaba didn't flinch away from her touch. She didn't think she would survive that. Glinda needed her warmth, to wrap her arms around her and never let go. But Elphie needed space and she would give anything to her.

"I am not the woman you fell in love with. Not the girl you once adored," Elphaba muttered. "I am not your kind and gentle wife, and I am not the love you knew before."

Glinda felt her arms weakening at the loss of wamrth when Elphaba moved across the room. The light from the large, circular window had made the woman's tears sparkle as they fell. Needles pricked her heart at the sight of them. Elphie was hurting herself because of her, she thought. Fearing that her wife was burning her cheeks with her own tears.

Before she could rush to wipe them away, Elphaba spoke, "Would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done?"

Yes, she wanted to say. But Elphaba continued, "The things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same? I know that you've been waiting for love."

Nothing was ever going to be more true than the love she had for her. Not even the Wizard could find a spell to change that. In this room, where Elphaba was closer than she had ever been, she wasted no more time and walked to where the woman stood.

Glinda gently lifted her face and smiled. "Don't cause yourself pain over me," She said, wiping the tears away before they could burn her even more. "And don't cry. It blurs my view of your eyes."

For every night she longed for her Elphie to be beside her, to tangle her arms around her frame and feel her warmth, and for every time a fire ingnited in her chest when an Ozian would make a hurtful remark about her wife, she thought as she pressed her lips against Elphaba's. Every second of it engraved in her mind to look back on for years to come.

They pulled away, gasping for air that they didn't need when they were in each others arms. Elphaba was holding on to her, keeping her as close as their bodies would allow, and that was enough.

Glinda tucked a piece of hair behind the woman's ear. "I will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine." She confessed, blinking away the tears that blurred her vision. She needed to see the face of her love clearly.

"Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my wife and I've been waiting for you." Glinda cried, clutching the hem of Elphaba's dress tightly. Don't leave me, she thought. As long as you're here, I'll be fine.

For some reason, it felt like they were saying goodbye. Not like the one they shared at the tower of the Wizard's castle. This one felt final, like she was never seeing her again.

Glinda shook her head. No, it wasn't. They were going to make things right and tell the people the truth. Perhaps then, everyone would know that Elphaba wasn't the wicked one and they could be in each other's arms for all eternity. No more fleeing and hiding.

But even if Elphie were to flee once more, she would join her. Damn the consequences. Yes, she would not repeat the same mistake she had done in the Emerald City.

As she pulled Elphaba closer, she forgot about the farm girl that was trapped beneath them nor did she notice the bucket of water hidden at the edge of the room.

a/n: first post! this is pretty short cuz i worked on it too quickly. working on another one atm!

more of my works here: masterlist

[allthingsfangirl101]

A Little Over Protective Part 2 – Gary Johnson

Part 1

After I finally told Gary about Peter, he refused to let me go to work. He ended up calling into my work this morning, claiming that I was throwing up all night. We spent the entire day coming up with a plan. Gary wanted me to quit my job. I wanted him to trust me.

I spent the entire day with his arms wrapped around me. Whenever I stood up, Gary jumped. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without him panicking. That night, we had a long talk about me working around Peter. It took me promising him that I would text him all day, call him as much as I could, and I'd let him know if Peter did anything before he was okay with me going to work the next day.

I woke up the next morning to Gary's arms wrapped tightly around me. I looked over my shoulder to see him cuddling into me. I gently started to get out of bed but laughed when he didn't let me.

"Gary," I whispered. He just moaned. "Sweetie, I need to get ready for work."

"No," he pouted as he cuddled into my shoulder.

"Baby," I sighed.

"You can't go to work if I hold you hostage," he said in a sing-songy voice.

"Gary," I said, "we talked about this."

"I know," he said, sitting up and pulling me with him as he leaned against the headboard. "That doesn't mean I have to like the idea of you going."

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. Gary deepened the kiss as he laid us back down with him hovering over me. He broke the kiss with a soft moan.

"I love you, baby girl," he said. "I just want to make sure you're safe."

"G," I sighed, sitting back up. I made him smirk as I straddled his hips. "You have always made sure I was safe. Even when we were kids, you protected me. Remember when we were eleven and you found out I walked home from school? You started walking home with me."

"And knowing that you're going to work where you will possibly be in danger makes me feel like I'm failing."

I gently grabbed his face, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs. "I am not going to be in danger at work, baby."

"You work with a guy that won't leave you alone," he said, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Yes, but I come home to a man who loves me and won't let anyone hurt me," I reworded. I leaned in and kissed his pout. When we broke the kiss, he sighed.

"Fine," he gave in. "But I want to know the second he looks at you wrong."

"And what?" I teased.

"And I will set him up for hiring me to kill your boss."

* * * * *

I walked back to my desk after my meeting to see Gary leaning against it.

"There's my girl," he smiled as he walked over to me. Before I could say anything, he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.

"Gary," I said, pushing him off of me. "I'm at work. What are you doing here?"

"What?" He laughed, wrapping his arms back around my waist. "I just wanted to take my girl to lunch."

"Baby," I sighed, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the break room. "I know that you're worried about me being here with Peter walking around, but I'm careful. Whenever I see him coming, I go the other way."

"That's not how it should be," he said, pulling me into his chest.

"Gary," I started.

"You shouldn't be scared to come to work."

"I'm not," I tried to reassure him as I pressed my hands to his chest. "I promise, baby. I'm not scared to come to work."

"I don't like the idea of him hovering around you all day."

"Baby," I soothed, "I promise, if something happens, I will run to you right away. I'll leave work, find you, and run into your arms."

I felt him let out a sigh of relief as I wrapped my arms around him. He instantly wrapped his arms around me. I looked over his shoulder to see Peter watching us. I turned my head and cuddled more into his chest.

"You said something about lunch?" I asked, trying to get him out of the office before he saw Peter.

He pulled out of our hug and gently kissed me. "Lead the way, gorgeous."

Gary's POV

Even though I told Y/N I was fine with her going back to work, I wasn't. Every day I kissed her goodbye, I wanted to hold her so she'd never leave. I wanted to follow her to work, punch Peter in the face, and take her home. I hated the idea of my girl working with someone who made her feel uncomfortable.

If that bastard touches my girl, I will make sure that Y/N never works again. Instead, I will spend my entire life supporting her.

I sat on the bed and watched her get ready for work. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed her jacket. I jumped up and grabbed her wrist, stopping her before she could leave.

"Would it be too ridiculous to ask you to quit?"

"Gary, we've been through this every day this week. . ."

"Look," I sighed, "I'm not saying this because I'm not proud of you. I am. I just don't like sending you off to work with this creep."

"Gary, sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about," she chuckled. "You come by every day and take me to lunch. With that and my schedule, I'm never in the office anymore."

She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek before heading out the door. I spent the rest of the day, researching a new client, but my mind remained on my girl working with her stalker. I found myself constantly checking the clock to see when it would be acceptable for me to take her to lunch.

As soon as it was reasonable, I grabbed my keys and headed to Y/N's office. I walked through the office, smiling and nodding at the few people I recognized.

I was just about to head to Y/N's office when I saw him. Unable to stop myself, I walked over to him.

"You must be Peter," I said through my teeth.

"Yeah," he smiled cockily as he held his hand out for me to take. "The one and only. And you are?"

He gasped when I grabbed his hand and gripped it too tightly. "I'm Gary, Y/N's boyfriend."

"Oh," he said, his voice getting caught in his throat as I kept my grip on his hand.

"She tells me that you're not leaving her alone," I started to threaten him. "I don't like creepy guys not leaving my girl alone."

"All I do is ask if she needs help," Peter dared to shrug. "I'm the temp. It's my job."

He gasped when I pulled him in and got in his face. "Maybe I need to say this again," I seethed. "Leave my Y/N alone or so help me, they'll be needing a new temp."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Did Y/N ever tell you what I do?" I smirked.

"No," Peter mumbled.

"I hunt people down," I said, lowering my voice. "And if you do not leave the love of my life alone, so help me, I will hunt you down. And if you ever cause any more bruises on her perfect body, no one will ever find you."

"Gary?"

I turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway, holding onto the strap of her bag tightly.

"Hey, gorgeous," I smiled. I walked over and pulled her into my arms. She gasped when I pressed my lips to hers and roughly kissed her. I broke the kiss and turned toward Peter.

"I have good news for you, baby."

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Peter is going to leave you alone," I said, glaring at him.

"I never. . ."

I moved my jacket aside, causing Peter's eyes to bulge out. "I mean. . . I will never bother you again, Y/N. I'm sorry."

He turned around and quickly left the break room. "Okay," Y/N sighed as she pushed me off of her. "What the hell just happened?"

"Nothing," I shrugged. Y/N's eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. She stepped closer to me and moved my jacket.

"Gary!" She gasped as she quickly recovered my waistband with my jacket. "What is wrong with you?! You brought your gun to my office?!"

"I wanted to make sure Peter left you alone," I shrugged. Y/N studied me for a minute before slowly shaking her head.

"You know how when we first became friends I said that I loved how protective you are?"

"Yeah," I elongated as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I change my mind."

[sharkyisashark]

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Aight, two stories in one night :') Couldn't think of any ideas, so I went to chat gpt :') It actually cooked today, so I thought I'd make a timebomb story based off of it. <3

(chat gpt prompt) Thought it'd be super cute if it was based a few years after season 2's ending. So Jinx has been "dead" for a while. Ekko has his suspicions she was alive, but the letter sort of just proves it. The last piece of evidence. Anyway, enjoy!

Ekko was sat looking silently out of his stained glass window. Looking quietly out at the large tree, it's long branches creating soft shadows that draped through the room. In his hands was a letter, no name, no address... nothing. He at first thought it might've been from Vi, considering she usually visited him, often to catch up, or help Cait with a case... But now, he wasn't so sure. Vi's letters were never this... ominous. Ever since the war, things had been... good? Piltover had somewhat created peace with the Zaun now, and things were probably the most peaceful they'd been in years. And yet for Ekko, he just felt... lost. Like a part of him was missing. It drove him insane. He finally got what he wanted, hadn't he? A happy ending. He could relax, and be with the people he cared about. But, he had to realise what the problem really was eventually... He had to realise who this was really about. Jinx. The girl he cared so much about, the girl who had deserved another chance.. was gone. There wasn't a goodbye, there wasn't even one last glance. She had just... slipped from his fingers, vanished from his life, within an instant. He'd been sort of living in shock for the first few months, things had felt all.. weird, dreamy. He couldn't process it, she was gone..? She couldn't just.. die? Even when Vi had told him, the person he'd trust with his life... he still couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. So he didn't, wasting years of his life on some fantasy that she was still out there... somewhere. And he just needed to find her. But never the less, he grew out of that. Forcing himself to recognise how much time he was wasting. He gave up, there was no finding a dead person. He'd spent so long trying to go back to normal, to forget about her, to move on. And when he finally did. He finally felt okay... he finally felt like himself, like he could be released from whatever turmoil was stirring inside of him... This damn letter arrived at his door. He spent days putting it off, he knew it could never be... from her. But he just felt- scared? Excited? Terrified..? Eventually though, Ekko did what any rational person would do. He opened it. His fingers trembled around the paper, chewing on his lower lip as he tugged the card out of it's casing. Stunned as a colourful variety of confetti erupted from inside of the note... settling itself over his desk. There must've been some... event in Piltover, some invite... surely there was something- He felt himself pale slightly as his gaze landed over the page however, soon realising that there weren't many words spread across the paper, maybe a few "hello"s scribbled in blue pen, and rather large "Boom!"s written in red... But it was enough to make his head spin. Those familiar scribbled monkey faces, or quirky little stick figures, drawings of people he could recognise from miles away. It made his heart hurt, this had to be some cruel joke...? Some delusional prank. But he knew otherwise, he'd learnt to memorize the childish lettering, the bright colours... everything that made Jinx... Powder. The part of her that was still in there... the part of her he fell in love with. With an exhaled breath he hadn't realised he was holding, he read over the only coherent text; on the bottom of the page. 'see you in a blink?'

Words cannot explain how fun this was to write <3 I'm thinking I might turn this into a sequel? Tell me what you'd think of that! Anyways! Requests are always open annddd join my community? It's new and we need members, just for chatting and making arcane friends :) Community invite .ೃ࿐ - sharky 🦈

[sikyulioness]

"Too Late to Say Goodbye"

The dungeon was cold. Not in the way of ice or winter, but in a way that seeped into your bones, numbing everything. It felt endless—this silence, this solitude.

You sat slumped against a crumbling stone wall, your body too weak to move. The battle had ended hours ago. Or maybe it had been days? You had lost track of time. The only thing you knew for certain was that no one was coming.

Jin-Woo wasn’t coming.

Your fingers trembled as you unlocked your phone, the screen barely flickering to life. You had sent so many messages, so many calls. None of them answered.

"Jin-Woo, are you there?"

"Please call me."

"I'm scared."

"Jin-Woo, I don't want to die alone."

The last one had been sent hours ago. And still, there was nothing.

A soft, bitter chuckle escaped your lips, though it hurt to even laugh. Maybe this was fate’s way of telling you the truth you had been too afraid to face.

Jin-Woo had already moved on.

You had seen the way he looked at Cha Hae-In. The way his attention lingered on her, how he always seemed to be somewhere else when he was with you. You had known. Maybe not at first, but deep down, you had known.

And yet, you had still hoped.

The hope that he would choose you. That he would stay. That he would love you the way you had loved him.

Foolish.

Your vision blurred, but whether from exhaustion or unshed tears, you weren’t sure. The phone slipped from your grasp, the dim screen facing upward. It was the only light in the suffocating darkness of the dungeon.

You wanted to cry. To scream. To be angry. But you didn’t have the strength for any of it. All you could do was sit there, staring at the last text message you had sent.

"Jin-Woo, I don’t think I’m going to make it."

The words blurred. Your breathing slowed.

Maybe if you closed your eyes for just a little while…

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt so much anymore.

---

Jin-Woo stood outside your apartment, a faint frown tugging at his lips. It had been a week since he had last heard from you. At first, he thought you were just upset with him.

But now… something felt wrong.

He knocked. Once. Twice. Silence.

His heart clenched. He had been so caught up—with dungeons, with the guild, with Hae-In—that he hadn’t even thought to check on you.

He reached for the door handle. Locked. But that was nothing to him. With a quiet motion, shadows slipped through the cracks, unlocking it with ease.

The moment he stepped inside, the air felt… off.

The place was untouched. Dust had begun to settle on the furniture. Your jacket was still draped over the couch, shoes neatly lined by the door. But there was no sign of you.

He grabbed his phone in his back pocket looking for your number to call and text where you were but there

He saw what you've texted him without him noticed

You begging him to save you and for him to come to comfort you

His breath caught.

The last one—

"Jin-Woo, I don’t think I’m going to make it."

His grip tightened, shadows trembling around him.

No.

No, this wasn’t real.

A horrible, sinking feeling spread through him as he summoned Beru. The shadow general appeared instantly, bowing.

"Find them," Jin-Woo commanded, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beru hesitated. That alone made his stomach drop.

"My king…" The pause stretched painfully long. "They are gone."

Jin-Woo’s world stopped.

It felt like the floor had been ripped from beneath him. His mind refused to process the words.

Gone?

No.

No, you couldn’t be gone. You were waiting for him. He was supposed to apologize for being distant, for not calling, for everything.

His shadows stirred, reflecting the storm within him. But the truth was undeniable.

You had died. Alone.

While he had been with someone else. While he had been laughing, talking, kissing another woman—

You had been waiting for him. Hoping for him.

And he had never come.

A ragged breath left him as he gripped the phone in his shaking hands. The screen flickered, the last message glowing like a wound that would never heal.

He had failed you.

Not as the Shadow Monarch. Not as the strongest hunter in existence.

But as the man you had loved.

His fingers hovered over the keypad. He wanted to call you, to send a message, to say something—anything.

But there was nothing left to say.

The dead don’t answer phone calls.

And now, he would never get to say goodbye.

---

[crybaby-bkg]

you know what’s absolutely terrifying???? having to cut a baby’s nails………

Katsuki has to cut your baby’s fingernails when he discovers a tiny little scratch by her eye one morning. it’s barely there, a small thing, but it’s there, marring her little face nonetheless. he frowns at her when he holds her the next morning, her dreamy eyes alert and blinking up at him, she smiles.

“Now I gotta cut yer claws down,” he mutters to her, voice quiet as to not wake your sleeping form in the bedroom. he pads throughout the house with her chubby face resting on his shoulder, her gums gnawing at his bare skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

he finds himself in a conundrum though, once he realizes just how fucking—how sharp the damn clippers are. they’re tiny, lavender in color, but they’re meant to cut though the nail with such precision. and yes, he’s a pro hero, has had to adopt the title of EMT, firefighter, emergency surgeon a few times in his life when need be.

but…those people weren’t his baby girl. they weren’t this tiny and precious, and they never looked up at him with a face so similar to his, it makes his heart squeeze tight in his chest. he frowns at her again, even deeper, and this makes her hiccup a little giggle, gummy smile spreading wide.

“You’re only gonna wear mittens from here on out,” he grumbles after a while, finally daring to pick up a tiny hand that she instantly curls around his thick finger. it’s the cutest image, he thinks to himself, but he catches sight of the jagged nail, the culprit. his heart squeezes even tighter though, when he realizes that he can’t protect her from every hurt in the world, even if the hurt comes from her own hands. and the realization is an aching one, but he tells himself that he, at least, can patch her up.

you walk in minutes later, find Bakugou curled over your daughter in the rocking chair he built for her room. his tongue pokes from the corner of his mouth in concentration, his eyebrows furrowed. your daughter babbles to him the whole time, her sweet voice cooing the softest little noises that he responds back to.

“I know, I know,” he mumbles to her. “Ya don’t like baths, and don’t like your nails cut, either. What other shit do you hate, huh?” he asks, and she seemingly responds with a long, sighed out coo. it makes him smile, despite the way his hands slightly shake when he cuts the next nail. he’s terrified, of somehow hurting her even more, of cutting too close, of scratching her. but he treks on, and kisses her fat little fingers every time he clips another nail.

[aeymii]

Unrequited

[future-island-egghead]

Muse of Violence, Warrior of Science.

To the ordinary, everyday genius scientist-for-hire with a heart too big for her own good, we raise our sake cups.

You gave us food. You tried to protect us. You gave your life to ensure we'd all live on. Just lending a hand.

You knew it would end like this. We all knew it would end like this, and yet you still did it. And you did it to protect the friends you had made and the family you had left. And you did it all on your own terms, smiling all the way to the afterlife, knowing your will would be inherited by those you saved.

Clone or Machine or Satellite or Daughter. It matters not what you were. Because you went out like a true member of those who carry the will of D.

Thanks for everything, Atlas. For a satellite representing rage and violence, you had the biggest heart of any of them.

[pup-pee]

hi this is a post saying i will not b online((or try)) until i get my g.e.d.

i love u all if i uh, yk never return

hugs hugs many sweet dreams & good mornings!

[fatuismooches]

Helloo Smooches

Would you like another episode of me being possessed by angst ghosts? I was just thinking about Arlie with lover from Fontaine.. I'll try to avoid 4.2 spoilers as much as possible, so:

Reader helps those, who are caught up in primordial sea catastrophe. Arlie will try to persuade you into staying out of this, since the water is dangerous for you, but you just.. Can't leave these people, even if it's a little help because it's your mutual home

But.. just a single mistake and you're gone. Disappeared without a trace in seawater. No matter how much fatui agents and children from Heart of Hearth try to search for you - you're gone gone gone.

You were the only person Arlecchino let in her life on personal level. The one she could drop her mask before and be not Arlecchino, not The Knave, but just.. herself (if only we knew her real name..)

And now.. she can't even do a proper funeral for you, because your body is dissolved. Her mind is plagued by infinite "what if". What if she didn't let you go? What if she was there? What if she came to you just a mere minutes earlier to catch you? What if it wasn't you, who died..?

"Father", who told Freminet that tears are a sign of weakness found herself all alone, hidden from everyone's gaze, with tears streaks on her face, which she doesn't even bother to wipe. Ah, if you were there.. you'd gently come to her, placing hands on her face, wiping the tears gently..

This is exactly why she teaches her children to value their life above all else.

-🥀

(just venting my frustration over the fact Fontaine just has so many beautiful women😭. It's not fair to my wallet)

🥀 ANON... 🥀 ANON... IM SENDING YOU AWAY!! STOP THIS MADNESS!! But yes... i have to admit i do love and enjoy your angst.

In all honesty, Arlecchino did not want you to come to Fontaine with her. She wanted you to stay in Snezhnaya, where you'd be safe. Which, wasn't particularly unusual - although you came with her on a lot of missions, sometimes she wanted you to stay home. Whether to rest, or take on other duties, or if this mission was going to be especially bloody... but this time, uncharacteristically, it's out of gnawing fear. She knows she shouldn't be nervous, she knows you're strong, you're careful, you're her other hand after all, but... the threat of death is far more looming in Fontaine, especially as a Fontainian. But no, you're stubborn, you always have been. Always wanting to help, always wanting to look out for others. That's probably why you got so attached to the three siblings as well. So, Arlecchino can't fight you anymore, the only thing she can do is keep a watchful eye on you.

Only that her eyes are not watchful enough. If only Arlecchino knew that morning would be the last she saw you, the last that she kissed you and held you. If only she knew. If only she was able to protect you, or if she instructed you to go elsewhere, the water wouldn't have gotten you. She's the Fourth Harbinger, with incomparable strength, yet she couldn't save one person? If she tried harder, she could have. Could have forced you to stay, could have done something. It is even worse this way, your body isn't here for a proper funeral, neither she nor her children being able to find closure and say goodbye to you one last time.

Lyney and Lynette are trying to calm their shaking bodies, while Freminet is already on the verge of tears despite knowing how much Father dislikes crying children, but he can't help it. And Arlecchino could not blame him for once, because in the privacy of her office, she does the same thing. She longs for you to walk through that door, come behind her, and hold her, softly wiping the silent tears away, murmuring how it was okay for her to be vulnerable, and how it was all going to be okay since you two had each other.

Not anymore...

Children who enter the House of the Hearth after that are always greeted by a large painting of an unfamiliar person in the halls, questioning who it could possibly be. The only response they get is a head pat, a sad smile, and "someone who was very important to Lord Arlecchino."

[quietwingsinthesky]

OH RIGHT. rose. i was thinking about this because jack might be the one person who can actually put into words what was going on between the doctor & rose because he was there, he was in the middle of it. not that the information comes out easily, but he’s less avoidant of saying the words ‘he loved her’ than the doctor is. which. i just think it would be kind of sweet and sad for even to also for the first time actually connect the word to the feeling. that’s love. that’s what that is.

[venacesaur]

It hurts again and again that the only person I can save is myself

[tsuyoiqueen]

i just had the saddest thought and i need to share it. what upsets me the most about the finale is not the fact that mobius and loki are separated and alone as of now, because given that they're the only two who didn't get any semblance of a happy ending that only proves how much they need each other and the logical conclusion is that no matter how long it takes, they will meet again. it doesn't matter that they're worlds apart; it's like the legend of the sun and the moon, they're only ever together during eclipses but they are.

no, what upsets me is the fact that they parted the way they did, with mobius feeling like loki perceives him as a second option, as he's left him behind to follow sylvie and even that big declaration of "i know what kind of god i need to be... for you" was ambiguous. it's the fact that mobius probably feels like he doesn't have a place in this world because the one person he chose to spend his existence with couldn't choose him, couldn't stay for him in the end. it's the fact that he loved loki exactly as he was and supported him through everything for god knows how long. he watched him on a screen, saw his entire life unfold over and over again and then got to be a part of it, got to fight for the freedom of the multiverse by his side and they won but at what cost? at the cost of having the chance to go back to his old life or staying at the job he dedicated eons to and knowing none of these places will ever feel like home again. because it's not about where, when or why. it's about who.

[hauntingblue]

ANOTHER DEATH BY INMOLATION???? ENOUGH!!!!