#i'm still lost after deleting ps

[piovascosimo]

Blur | To The End (2024)

"i can't wait to decipher more words, but the singing is fucking ace, your voice sounds really good... but it's an expensive microphone."

[leviscolwill]

i can see you

pairing: ben chilwell x fem!reader

summary: after you lost your hotel room key you're forced to ask your friend ben to share his bed with you (wc: 1k)

contents: fluff, coworkers au / workplace romance, idiots crushing on each other, one use of y/n sorry 🏃‍♀️

notes: please be indulgent w this,, i haven't written in 2 years so i'm a bit rusty. also english is not my first language so my apologies for any grammar mistakes that will make you want to gouge your eyes out. reblogs & feedback are very veryyyyy appreciated as always <3

ps: i tried sum with the dividers tell me if they're ugly asf and i'll delete bc idk how to feel abt them 💀

now playing: i can see you by taylor swift (speak now)

"are you sure you don't mind me staying here tonight ?" you didn't want to force ben into sharing his room, but as soon as you noticed your hotel room card was gone, he offered his room for the night.

"i wouldn't offer if i did."

he had a point. not that you would ever say it out loud, so you simply kept silent. truth be told, today was exhausting, you had to run left and right while every player fulfilled their media duties, and everything felt 10 times more intense in the heat of the summer.

you still felt anxious at the idea of sharing a bed with ben. the line between 'coworkers-that-get-along-well' and 'something more' blurred a little bit too much whenever you were with ben. you'd find yourself looking at him a little bit more than you'd look at other players and thinking about him in a way a friend shouldn't, let alone someone who works for his team should.

"i can practically hear your thoughts you know ?" ben chuckled, he got to know you well throughout the last two seasons you worked at chelsea, well enough to feel you hesitating over the proposal.

"i can sleep on the floor if that makes you more comfortable."

"i'm not making you sleep on the floor when i'm the one who lost my card in the first place" you sighed. you were both adults that could share a bed and not make it weird, right ?

"do you have any spare shirt i could borrow ?" after ben searched through his baggage that seemed untouched since touchdown, he handed you a t-shirt and some shorts.

you made your way to his bathroom after muttering a quick 'thank you'.

you came out of his bathroom battling against his shorts that were still too big even after adjusting them, ben couldn't hide his smile when you walked out in his clothes. he'd imagined you in his shirt more times than he'd like to admit.

"i'll get ready for bed, make yourself comfortable." he said pointing at his bed. thankfully it was more than enough for two people, actually, his bed was probably bigger than yours, perks of being a football player probably.

after staying on your phone to distract yourself from the fact you were sharing a bed with your crush, a very shirtless ben came out of the bathroom and laid on his side of the bed. the only thing that you could do now was hoping for the red on your cheeks to fade as quickly as humanly possible.

to you, it was obvious, he was not nearly as nervous or embarrassed as you were, it almost seemed like he'd done this a million times before. he was laying casually on his phone while you stayed close to the end of the bed, so close you were afraid you might fall at any moment.

but if you could read his mind, you'd find out ben was torn between overthinking about how he better not mess it up, and thinking about who he would tell first that he slept in the same bed as the pretty girl from work he kept rambling about.

"goodnight ben." you said in an almost whisper.

"goodnight y/n" he answered while he tried his best to fall asleep, although all he could think about was how lucky he was.

when you woke up in the morning, you were confused about the unfamiliar setting for the first few seconds but quickly remembered the events of last night. you don't even know what awakened you. was it the sun peeking through the curtains ? the light snoring you could hear coming from above your head ? or the heat of the body laying right next to you ? then you silently panicked sensing how close you were to ben, his head resting on top of your hair, his features soft as he was still asleep.

but you took the time to fully appreciate the moment that was definitely too intimate for two coworkers, or even two friends. listening to ben's heartbeat and tracing his features after freeing yourself from one of his arms that kept you close to him.

after a few minutes he opened his eyes, and stretched, while pulling you right next to him.

"slept well ?" he asked with a tired smile on his face, while his fingers traced up and down your bare arm.

you almost wanted to tell him that you had the best sleep of your life, in hopes that he'll keep you this close for longer, but chose against it.

"yes, slept well, maybe i would've slept even better if you didn't snore this loud"

he faked a offended expression and attacked you with his pillow, messing your hair even more.

"no, no, no, i'm sorry, please stop, i didn't mean that." you tried to plead out of breath.

ben was feeling merciful, he helped you seat up on his bed and you spent about half an hour talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"i better go to the reception to get a new card." you said while ben watched you collect your clothes with a lovesick smile attached to his face.

"let me know if you lose your new card, i'll gladly share my bed with you again."

with that, you closed ben's door with one last look at him, his messy hair and his (very) unmade bed, smiling to yourself for the rest of the morning.

[magic-hcs]

Can I have a lil scenario of all my favorite things combined? 👀

Charon + meeting soulmate + ANGST 😈

PS: I absolutely adore your blog, your energy and writing always make my day 🥰

of course you can my dear anon! I loved writing this and accidentally wrote more than I thought I would. I hope you like it!

And Oh god, when i tried to save it to edit it a bit more on a different device it got deleted and i was about to yeet my laptop into space, and rage quit for a while (since I'm still healing from that writing burnout) and cry, luckily search history didn't let me down and I took back everything I just wanted to do in anger and sadness. deadass I copy and pasted everything I edited on a doc before trying anything again. So truly I hope you all enjoy!

Charon: Underfell Papyrus

warnings: angst, no comfort, Charon is rude, instant regret, first words are written on the body, maybe more

Time to cast some magic and see what we'll get!✨

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Charon: Ever had the feelings of regret becoming so strong it makes you bend your back at the sudden weight that whacks you upside the head and rams into you like a train?

Today had been one hell of a rough day. Despite the urge to scream his frustration to the heavens, he pushes on. He had to go shopping for dinner tonight, Charon refuses to do takeout. Healthy food made by Charon is superior to the sort of grub those order places serve up any day of the week. So to the store Charon goes, feeling like even the slightest inconvenience would set him off. Right when Charon couldn't find a specific ingredient a human walks up to him. you opened your mouth but Charon was faster.

"GET LOST HUMAN" Charon barked in your face. Hoping that you would leave him alone after this. But the reaction that he received from you wasn't you scuttling away in fear, or a face frowned in anger. Instead, it was a face of expected shock and unexpected devastated sadness mixed with resignation. Charon noticed your eyes were close to tears as you avert your gaze. With a sniff you roll your shoulders and straighten your back, as if wanting to push through some unbearable hardship. "Alright," you mumble, sniffing one last time and turning to the aisle they both were next to. "I'll get these myself then..." Right as you reach out your arm to grab at the can standing way too high up for your reach, Charon sees it: There on the inside of your arm where the ink black words spelling out in Charon's font 'GET LOST HUMAN.' And a realization hits Charon immediately after. On his own body, the words you had just uttered to him start to pleasantly tingle. Those words had given hope to Charon to find his soulmate. It was supposed to be wonderful to you too...But it brought you only heartache for so long long. It was supposed to be an incredible unforgettable thing. Now it just makes Charon sick. And it feels as if a train rams into him and slams down upon his back. Charon almost stumbles.

He unwillingly watches you strain your arm trying to reach that stupid can standing so high upon the shelf, watches your face be furrowed at the brows, and your resilient eyes desperately keeping the frustrating tears at the bay, sees the way you clench your jaw, holding in so much, throwing up a wall of pretense nonchalance. Charon begs himself to avert his gaze, begs his body to tear itself from the ground and to turn and never come back, begs for a time machine and redo it all over, begs for something, anything at all.

…

Your frustrated huff and a whispered “Goddammit" unshackled him from the confines of his stupor, making him reach out a hand that halts before even getting far. Mouth open but no noise comes out.

What could be done or said to undo a wrong that had been hurting you every day, an ugly reminder of how you’d never get to have a beautifully romantic fated meeting like how it was supposed to be.

…

The answer is simple; he can’t.

With a small flick of his phalanges the can behind the one you were reaching for gets illuminated by magic, and softly pushes the can in front of it. Inching it slightly over the board, right at the exact moment your fingers reached just below it. You tilted it from its perch, grabbing it just before it could fall. Charon turned away, swallowing down the knot that had formed inside his nonexistent throat.

“My Behavior Was Uncalled For, I Apologize.”

You turned to the voice that spoke up, expecting to see the skeleton man standing next to you. Only to find your eyes meeting a receding back.

Every step was a stab to the soul, clenching his teeth tighter, one would worry they’d crack. Your soft sniffles, the resignation on your face, it burns inside his mind, forcing him to watch it again and again. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve what has been done to you. What he has done to you.

The deepest part of him, the kindest part of him that he’s been hiding for so long wants to turn around and run to you. It wants to hold you, beg for forgiveness and swear that’ll hell do good, that he won’t ever treat you like that again.

But that would be selfish.

Once outside, Charon leans against the nearest wall and a shuddering breath leaves him. Subtly gripping the fabric of his clothes right above where his aching soul is located. Who would have thought that the pain he experienced the moment he got his trademark scratch mark across his socket would ever be surpassed?

A humorless chuckle leaves Charon. He shakes his head, pushing air past his teeth, forcing himself to be grounded, to get it together. Ignoring the ache he takes a few steps before realizing a big fact.

He had left his basket behind…and there were no groceries at home…and going back there, chancing seeing you again was not something Charon was looking forward to.

…

A big sigh leaves him.

It looks like takeout would have to do today…ugh…

BONUS:

Lounging on the couch, staring at a true crime documentary on tv is Red, scratching a sharp phalange along his teeth. There’s a bored scowl on his face, the constant loud tick tocks of the clock hanging on the wall deepens the frown. A few seconds pass. Red ‘tsks’ and snatches the remote to turn up the volume once more. He throws the remote back on the couch, in reach, as if he knew he would use it again at any moment.

Red started to tap his phalange at the small gap between his golden tooth and the other normal ones. An unconscious snrrk fills the room as Red can already guess what Charon would say when he sees what his older brother is doing.

‘Brother, If You Continue That Horrid Habit Of Yours You’ll End Up With Two Golden Teeth Instead Of One.’

His imaginary brother’s nagging sounds as irritating as the real deal.

Another snort leaves Red. A few seconds pass and this time it’s a huff before red eyelights flit over to the clock.

Two hours and thirty minutes.

It’s taking way too long. Red shakes his head. Stomping the thoughts away. A few minutes later the door clicks open and Red refuses to admit that the phalange that he had been jagging between his teeth slipped from his mouth, and that his shoulders had sagged at the noise of the familiar steps of Charon’s boots.

“lemme guess, couldn’t decide which fuckin’ salad dressing to take this time?” Red snarked over his shoulder, when he got no reply his shoulders bobbed in silent chuckle. Thinking the silence was just Charon refusing to go along with Red’s bicker he continued on. “boss, i swear, they all taste the freakin’ same.”

Still no reply. Red’s grin wavered slightly. “bro?” The steps thud up the stairs and there’s an uncharacteristically quiet click of a door. The once disappeared scowl returns in the shape of a confused and slightly concerned frown.

…

“…what in the fuck?”

Now, there is an unspoken ground rule in this house. A boundary none of them have crossed before.

Never enter the other’s room without the other’s knowledge or permission

Red has been knocking on this door for the last six minutes or so, at first asking in the form of jabs like “are ya cryin’ like a babe in there?” It got no indignant shriek from the other side of the door. So it was time to change tactics.

“do i need ta dust a fucker?” No harrumph of “I Don’t Need You To Do My Dirty Work, Brother. I Am Not Weak.” Or something along the likes. Just absolute silence.

…okaayy…something’s up.

“should i whip some up..?” Red refused to admit that slight worried crack in his voice. There was shuffling in the room, however, not one reply was made. “…bro…?”

….

never enter eachother’s room without permission.

…

’fuck it.’

Red shortcuts inside Charon’s room. Ready to be shouted at. Prepared to dodge some objects being hurled at him. But nothing came. Just this deafening quiet. Red finds Charon siting on his bed, knees tucked to his chest, arms dropped next to his side like a ragdoll having lost its strings keeping its arms alive.

“bro?” There are no tears, no grinding of the teeth, no frown or any indication or trace of any emotion at all. The look in Charon’s sockets terrify Red. Mostly because there is no look. It’s empty, vacant of eyelights, devoid of life. And he’s staring straight through Red, as if he’s not even there.

A chill shoots through Red's spine, making him shiver as if something’s crawling along his back. Red rushes towards his brother. Grabbing him by the shoulders and giving him a shake. “bro?” He shakes some more. “bro, fuck off this ain’t fuckin’ funny.” The voice sounds nothing like Red. It’s desperate. A humorless chuckle that sounds more like a manic cackle filled with nerves fills the room. It sends Red’s soul racing, not realizing it was him making the sound. “charon-“

“…” Everything freezes. Red freezes. It was so quiet.

“what?” Its a gasp that leaves Red. The mumbles start up again. Charon’s head tilts slightly. Red just knows that his brother’s empty sockets are now looking at him. “…messed…ed..”

“what?” Its the only thing Red finds in his current vocabulary. He leans closer towards Charon. “…i messed up, red…”

It’s quiet for a long time. Red swallows. “…wh-what didya mes-mess up, bro?” Red finally asks, nervously stumbling over his words. He watched as Charon tilted his head slightly down towards his collar bone.

the place where the words proudly been tattooed on.

Red’s eyelights shrink. It couldn’t be…

“messed everything up…”

oh. no…

Red felt his non-existent stomach drop. And it kept dropping.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[angellesword]

against popular opinion, i don't feel that soobin should not not go to JK. At the end of the day, he is still is. He may be a bad business man, or a bad best friend, but he didn't seem that bad of a dad in chapter 11. Let's not forget that the old JK isn't completely dead. He is very much alive; just hidden under layers of regret, guilt, remorse and of course, never ending debt. All he needs is a trigger to break out. It doesn't intentionally mean getting together with OC. It could even start with getting a good paying job and some therapy. He could pretty much build on top of that.

That said, Soobin doesn't have to leave OC either. They(or she? not quite sure) grew him up so they have all the right too. So all in all, I feel they should co-parent him with Jungkook, and involve Jangmin if needed.

Yet, I do not believe my opinion to be worth agreeing with. It is extremely controversial so I understand if you don't but know that I respect yours too <3

In the end, I feel there are still many storylines yet to unfold. Secrets of the past, confusion of the present and fears of the future. All we can do is wait :))

PS: I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU <333333 I NOTICED YOU'VE BEEN POSTING MORE OFTEN SO THANK YOU FOR THAT BUT DON'T FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO. SIT DOWN, HAVE SOME WATER AND TAKE IT SLOW :33

Ps: this is my first ask ever and I'm so excited lyk eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 😁

THIS.IS.THE.MOST.ON.POINT take on JK’s character. i said before that this is a soukoku fanfic where JK is originally Dazai Osamu of bsd (and it just makes sense that his personality is like this without me having to explain it. [[the contrast in comments i receive regarding baggage!jk and baggage!dazai are glaring. in baggage!jk i often get ask about you guys being unhappy with JK (and i get it. he’s frustrating) but i do believe his reactions are natural considering what he went through (not the pseudo-cheating/cheating tho)

meanwhile, the comments i get about baggage!dazai are mostly them saying they understand and that he is bound to react like that because he is wired like that canonically.

JK (dazai) is enigmatic and is hiding his true emotions under many many layers of his bandages. <<yes in bsd world, the canon dazai osamu wears bandages all over his body on a daily basis>> and whenever i write a chapter, i have to delete some scenes when i am converting it into a JJK one, so i guess this is on me. (in my defense, the deleted scenes are only fit to dazai’s personality>> but the JK i am striving to show in baggage!jk is someone who has given up about his previous roles in life after multiple failures: being a friend, a lover, and a businessman. ((one cannot force that this shouldn’t happen. we all have different ways to cope with failures and it just happens that JK’s reaction is to stop trying. is this right? perhaps, perhaps not. we cannot give one correct answer especially if we didn’t get to experience what he went through))

but in the latest chapters, we see him trying to reclaim what he lost before. (baby steps that some people might find boring.) we have to know that JK lost so many things, but being a father is not something he lost—it’s something he only discovered recently. (let’s see how he’d do and we can judge after)

i’ve some time this week, so i am racking my brains to see how i can finally reveal what happened to JK in the past and how to make the scenes unfold as naturally as possible. :)

finally, thank you for this ask and telling me your opinion. i really love interacting with you guys like this. makes me all giddy and warm inside heheh love you dear anon ❤️

[kierancampire]

A little while ago I gave my brother my PS4, I also gave him access to my account while he tried to find his details, as that was the thing, I only wanted him to use it until he could access his account, after that I wanted him to use his account and remove mine. I have asked my brother repeatedly to make his account the primary one and stop using mine, but he keeps logging into my account, and now my game history and trophy list are taken up by games he plays, games I have no interest in and will never play, and it sorta annoys me that my profile is permanently defiled by his gaming

As I am at mums house, I am maybe expecting issues from this, but I kept repeatedly asking, I already gave him my PS4, my patience and niceties only stretch so far. So I went onto the PS4, made his account the default, then for good measure I deleted my account. It kinda sucked as it means I lose all the screenshots and everything else I had on the account, I also was nervous it'd delete my entire PS profile, which it doesn't have seemed to, hoping when I get back that everything on my PS5 is fine. And I am mildly anxious in case he had saves on my profile that he's now lost. But that's also my issue, they shouldn't be on my profile anyway, and I did keep repeatedly asking. Like I asked last time I was here, the next morning 4 of his games had taken up my recently played, he just kept not doing what I asked so I did it myself

Hopefully now his games shouldn't show up on my account any more, I can have my account back, and hopefully this hasn't caused any issues with my PS5 and saved data for shared games I may want to go back to. And hopefully he hasn't lost any saved data too, but I did keep asking and I already did him a big favour. There are 22 games in those screenshots, I have only played 11 of them, although technically only 10 are there cause of me, he musta downloaded and played Ghost of Tsushima recently as I played that a while ago. So over half "my recent games" are not ones I played

I'm really struggling today, my bad mood may be why I acted in the way I did with this. But I'm just so fucking tired. I want to be in my own home, relaxing with the cats, doing fuck all and resting. I usually message mum when I get here and let her know how the pets are, but I can't bring myself to message her, I don't trust myself to speak. Tomorrow is meant to be a gym day, and I don't want to keep missing days when I have only gone 3 times this month so far, but if I still feel this drained. I just need a quiet day to reset. I really don't want to be here. It's 10:45 am, yet it feels like it should be 2 pm. Time is going so slow, clocks ticking, flies buzzing, dogs barking, everything is getting to me. I just want to be back in my home. I still don't get why the fuck mum couldn't ask yesterday, and not at 7 am the day of. And it's never asking if I could, it's always an expectation that I will, she's just notifying she wants me to do it, never asking if I will, that's why she tells me so late, because in her mind she's already set me up to do it without asking. Yesterday was so exhausting. I want to be back at my home

[kthyg]

Hi author,

I'm came from your youtube and wattpad. I had read your oldest fics but sad thing is you deleted your youtube channel and your not active in wattpad too but thanks to let us know that your here. I tbh miss some of your old ffs and one shot. Maybe you gonna find this crazy and different but i really miss your taehyung hybrid one shot that really blew my mind haha. And another one is jimin siren ff which i can see you re-posted and thank you so much. I just wanna ask when will you re-post that taehyung hybrid ff?? Because I used to read that repeatedly as if i read it several times then something will change maybe a little more or maybe some different will happen haha. I hope your doing good in your life.

hi!

i actually hv no words for this. i’m js flabbergasted. 😭 i love u for this. thank you in all seriousness. :) thank you for spending some of ur precious time to write this down to my inbox. given that i’ve been way too inactive since last year.

in my initial planning, i had planned to repost hybrid tae fic but sadly i lost all the drafts. 😞 i hv a rough outline of the story but it’s probably going to take time. (time and time management are my biggest enemies). but for now, i’ll see what i can do with it! i will be changing a LOT, i js know it. since after quitting youtube and joining tumblr, i’ve only been focusing on improvisation for my writing! so i’m very detail oriented with my own work nowadays.

im glad u liked the siren jimin too! it’s one of my fav tropes. <3 there should be another version of siren jimin fic. as per on yt, it’s called undeniable bond. i’ve been on and off trying to rewrite it. so do wish me luck so i can at least finish it this year and try to focus on my other fics :)

ps: this kind of ask really motivated me. it reminds me that some people still enjoy reading my works and perhaps still waiting for me. ill try my best! ^^

[aviatrix-ash]

I have no idea where I'm going to be this time next year. I'll be fully certified to maintain planes by the summer, and tho I will likely get my start playing with the flight school's planes sometime in the next few months when I get my Airframe license, if all works out, I may get with the local cargo planes after- but there's a high chance the airlines might snatch me up. I have little desire to go into the airlines, ngl, but I may if they bribe me enough, which will end up having to be pretty damn nice bribe cause I already known what the cargo guys have on the table. The offers I've seen from 3 of the biggest airlines so far are extremely lowballed in comparison. 😆Even then, I would still prefer to get into NOAA's Hurricane Hunter base. 😏

They say the airlines are desperate for A&Ps cause most of the people they had the last 20-40 years are retiring rn. + at the beginning of 'rona when all the airlines were grounded, they made thousands of their employees retire, 3 of my teachers in the last year were among em. It's kinda funny, one of teachers said they legit offered him 20k cash to retire on the spot early 2020, so of course he took that, I don't blame him! Tho now they're calling him up during class to come back to work. He turns it down each time cause even tho he's worked for em for 30 years, they keep offering their starting wages (16-18/hr depending on day or overnights) and he's like "I'm not squeezing into fuel tanks again for that!"

When the CEO of that one airline stopped by my class last month to whine about how he can't get any mechanics, but his wages would start at less than what I made in retail and top off at about the same as what I could make in any local warehouse. Like bruh, you want me to be held responsible for thousands and thousands of lives for that and I'd have to move to one of the most expensive cities in the US?? Nah bruh.🙃 Ngl tho, it's kinda nice getting to call some shots as the worker for once. Some of my old coworkers see it as stingy but the sheer level of liability and real consequences that can come if there'sa fuck up makes you think twice. Every older aircraft mechanic I've talked to say they keep a lawyer on speed dial, the companies and the feds will try to do everything in their power to make their job easy and fuck over the easiest person to get. And keeping good personal records of the work you did on a plane can be the only thing keeping you from being charged for murder. One of the museum guys I volunteer with said it almost happened to him because the airline had lost records of a repair someone else after him did. I've seen my Airframe instructor break down after retelling some of her legal battles. & my powerplant teacher says🔺️ deleted lots of old records back in 2011- the big airline that still flies jets that are 30+ years old. In normal US court of law you're innocent until proven guilty, with the FAA you're guilty of crashing a plane with 200 people on it until proven otherwise. Yah, not playing that game. I love aviation with all my being, but imo that type of stuff is more scary than flying any clapped out 1960s flight school shitbox plane. + yah, I highly value my free time and wellbeing, but I know exactly how dangerous this work can get and just what kind of toll it will take on me in time. My options are practically endless rn when I get that card, so I'm going to go with what's best for me. ((':

[thekimspoblog]

A Sweet Love Story that is Older than the Sea

When I was 16, I started correspondence with this boy from South Carolina named Josh. I liked him and all, but at the time I was too hung up on my celebrity crush. But he supported me through some really tough times, and after I got out of the eating disorder clinic, I realized I loved him.

After a year or so, we started meeting in person. We lost our virginity together, and we even went to Disney World. To tell the truth, he was my first kiss as well. PS, NEVER go camping at Disney World! Josh was basically the only thing about that trip that didn't suck nards.

But then he started disappearing. I was still having a lot of mental health problems, and he'd go weeks without texting me back. One time, he was missing for so long, I made a go fund me page just to get information. Eventually he did reply: Family had been sick, he had been working double shifts at the gas station; honestly, I think he might have an undiagnosed narcolepsy problem too. Is that a good enough excuse? At the time I certainly didn't think so; I couldn't stand living in suspense like this, so we broke up.

It was mostly amicable, and we'd sporadically email eachother still, but I had mostly cut him loose because I just couldn't help him with his problems. That and little things; I didn't respect his taste in movies.

Six years pass.

I move from PA to CA.

One night last autumn, I'm just sitting in my room, chilling as I do. And I swear to you, my exact thought at the time was "Gee, Jimmy and Kim's romance is so sweeping and old school. How they reconnect after so many years, come crashing back together. I wish I had that. I've had a couple other boyfriends, but nobody as sweet as Josh..." My phone rings...

Normally I wouldn't even pick up an unfamiliar number, but I'm literally staring at the wall, so even if it's a scammer, why not indulge. I mean there's only one person I know from South Carolina, and what are the odds?

I pick up: "Hello? This is Annie" *Dial Tone*

Couple minutes later I get a text. He was just going through his old phone contacts and testing which ones still worked before deleting them. I tell him OMG I was literally just thinking about him! This is spooky! We confess we still love eachother: we've both had other relationships by now and he's thinking maybe we got it right the first time.

Now I won't lie, I can be shallow. I wanted a picture to make sure he was as handsome as I remembered, and I perked up when he mentioned he had a stable career as a plumber now. Don't get me wrong, marrying for love is great, but I need a MAN. My mom's not going to live forever and I don't want to be alone. Just anyone I can stomach trading sex for bodyguard protection. And Josh is one of the few I've met who meets my incredibly high standard of "not scum". We agree that if we're still together once I graduate in 2-3 years, we'll get married. Maybe even have children. I give him homework, three TV shows: "Better Call Saul", "Westworld" and "YOU". Keys to my heart. He doesn't just oblige me, he devours them. Finishes the assignment in a matter of months! Even takes notes and sends them to me, capturing his shock at the plot twists in real time. *dreamy sigh*

He promised things would be different this time. "I'm terrified of losing you" were his exact words. But even at the time, I knew he might up and vanish again. A relationship like this on both sides of the country wouldn't even have been possible 100 years ago. I figured 1. I'm older now, less dependent on boys to make me feel seen. 2. No matter how this pans out, it will be a great source of inspiration for my writing. And what's life without a little heartbreak?

Well a couple months ago, it happened! Just stopped replying! And I must stress WE DID NOT HAVE A FIGHT. The last thing I said to him was playfully sexting him fanfiction ideas like we had been for weeks. If I had to guess, he either lost his phone, is seriously injured, is absolutely slammed at work, or some combination of the three. I've tried emailing him, I called his dad, I even mailed a letter to his house. Short of filing a missing person report, I just have to have faith. La cucaracha, indeed!

I am worried, but I'm not ripping myself to shreds over it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? I wanted inspiration for my writing; well this is all very gothic. When he returns, I'm going to tell him he needs to move closer to California if he wants to be exclusive. I don't value monogamy, but he does. And I was willing to make that sacrifice for him if I knew I could get what I needed from him. But until then I guess it's back to the hookup apps. If I can find anyone as willing to play my games as he was; most aren't.

Is he my soul mate? I don't know. I've kind of been in diet Patrick Bateman mode for a while, and while I think EVERYONE is phony with how they play house all the time, I kind of want that for myself; the trappings of success. I don't really believe in soul mates and maybe I don't even know what love is. But I know he's a good man, and he could use one more person being sweet to him.

[oh-styles]

i'm cleaning out my documents and found this -- not sure which series it belongs to, but i figured i should post it before i ultimately delete it. ps, i'll post more never before seen stuff soon. x

This wasn’t the first time he’s called her at an ungodly hour – most times than any, it was solely to hear a familiar voice, one that filled him with repose, a feeling of protection, and a sense of home. She’s answered calls at every hour of the night, listening to him ramble about the ins-and-outs of his day, what city he was in, how the crowd was that night, and most nights when it was late for him, and time zones weren’t in their favor, she’d listen until her alarm went off to revel in the serenity of listening to this voice she’d gone long without.

He had been in London when her phone went off at half past three in the morning, and as the sudden eruption bellowed through her groggy state, the name staring back at her on her lockscreen sent every hair standing with distress.

A mother’s intuition is never wrong.

The first time it happened had been eight years ago, and she recollects listening as her son choked on his own tears explaining words that felt so foreign leaving his mouth, at a speed not even Anne could formally understand.

“I didn’t know – I didn’t know!”

The boy on the other end of the phone, eighteen-years-old with a career most people could only dream of having, lost his child he never knew existed.

All she can do is listen to him, his voice indecipherable through the receiver, and breath quivering with every intake, as he tries to retell her any detail he can retain, starting from the early afternoon when his girl – and simply, the light of his life – began to feel off.

“She was―I took her in—they won’t let me see—”

Anne is quick to jump in, the duvet already thrown off as she slides off the side of the bed to find her slippers.

“Love – hey, talk to me,” his sobbing grew distant, and she becomes aware he must’ve set the phone aside.

As a mother, she’s well acquainted with the fact that she cannot protect her children from everything the world does to the good ones who don’t deserve it, and she doesn’t know where to begin to explain that to her son – who receives more lash from the world, that if she could switch his place, she’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Mum,” his voice breaks the silence she’s dwelled herself in, and a second later she hears a heart shattering cry escape her son, that she herself feels moments from breaking.

“I’m coming, baby. I’m leaving now, okay?”

She didn’t have time to question herself, or her inconsolable son, before she threw on a coat and was out the door in seconds.

And now was no different, as she glanced down a little after midnight to see the quirky smile that belonged to her son light up her screen.

“Mum,” His voice has a sharp edge to it, and she can hear his breath in a panic through the line. “Mum, you need to come to hospital.”

This woke her up. She sits up in bed and flicks on the light, Robin immediately scrunching his face at the rude disturbance.

“Harry, love, what’s happened?”

“She had them – they couldn’t stop it, they tried, but…” He sounds collected, but every nerve of his was buzzing.

As quickly as it started, it was over, and there wasn’t more than a mere glance of two miniature sets of hands and feet, smaller than anything he’s seen, be swept from the room.

“They didn’t cry—”

“Okay, love, I’m coming. I’ll be there as quick as I can, alright?”

As quick as she might be, it’s still hours before she can get to him, and when she does finds him – staring blankly through the window into a sea of countless newborns – she sees him with his lip tucked between his teeth, eyes sunken in, and a cold coffee resting in his hand.

He looked quiescent – defeated – but composed.

Once upon a time, he was once her little boy – something so small and innocent – latching onto her leg when he missed his mother, lighting her candlelit baths when she had a rough day, making her dinner that consisted of a thrown together sandwich and crisps, but her little boy he once was, her baby he’ll always be. And when she spots him, body drained and running on nearly nothing - using any resource of energy he had to stay alert in case of any more news – he lifts his head to greet her, his lips lifting heavily in a smile.

The same smile that has lifted her heart every day since day one, but the boy in front of her – who smells of hospital and day old cologne – can’t hid the pain that’s hidden behind the exterior, and the moment she takes a step forward, he feels his walls crumble.

[roll-da-credits]

The future of this theater (srs announcement timeeeee)

Hm

Where to start?

(Ps this is going to be so if any of you are lazy to read I suggest to scrollllll to where the bolded parts are in they're the important points)

I'm sure many of you had a feeling this was coming to be honest.

For quite some time now, I haven't been that happy about this blog, I haven't had the motivation to continue writing here. I've all but lost interest in almost all of the animes I write for.

Added with the fact that my Comics (DC and Marvel) obsession has just started to resurface again (thank you DC vs Vampires and Moon Knight) I've lost most interest on writing for anime in general (except One Piece but I'll touch on that later on).

I have decided to leave this blog. I'm going to do some requests that I really like, the others I'll clear out, and then I'll leave for a different blog.

I'm planning on making a Comic centred account where I'll be writing for characters centred around the Bat Family, Daredevil, and Moon Knight. If anyone would like to know the name of the account (which already has a few fanfics in its drafts) don't be afraid to message me!

Now that doesn't mean this blog will be deleted or anything of the like. I will be leaving this blog as is so that if any of you would like to revisit my works or anything like that you can do so as please.

But I will no longer be active on this blog starting at around mid June, since there's still some things I want to post here!

If I'm being completely honest my last ditch was the Valentines day event. Which.... yeah... sorta did help me get back my groove, but also gave me a feeling of intense burden. Like oh these people really want their fics and I'm just here doing nothing.

So, for the people still waiting on their valentine's fics requests. I regret to inform you that they're never coming :( What can I say I get bored.

Anyways, extra info I don't know if I will end up doing this or not but I will (maybe) be making a different One Piece centred account and if you guys want to see that too hmu!!!

And that concludes the announcement.

We here at Credits Theaters wish our (newly) 500 strong audiences the best of times during our two year stay. We hope our archived films will keep all of you entertained. Until the next time, we open our curtains once more.

(thank you for 500 followers btw it literally just hit after I finished making this lmao)

[chaotic-fiwwe]

Welcome to my blog!

Hello lovely people! I'm so glad you decided to give my blog a glance!!

Here's some info about my blog and me:

Me--

My pronouns: She/her

Age group: Still a minor!

My fandoms: Wednesday, Miraculous Ladybug, Percy Jackson (1st series), Keeper of the Lost Cities, Kane Chronicles (1st book), Tales of Arcadia, 39 Clues (1st book)

My posts--

My Original posts consist of:

Miraculous Ladybug news and updates

New MLB episode links

Theories or opinions on theories whenever my brain comes up with them

Any asks sent to me

Any rant or shitpost I wanna make, which are like max 3 so far; Edit: Also consists of the Maggi discussion posts

And other posts are, of course, things I like and feel like reblogging.

What I don't prefer on my blog--

NSFW content- I prefer to stay away from such content. If you solely post NSFW content and have followed me, or sent me an ask related to it, I'm sorry, I might have blocked you for my own safety, or deleted your ask. I don't block all the people who post that content if they tag those posts properly, and have some other fandom-related stuff too, but please don't expect me to follow you back. Like I said, I am a minor, I take my own precautions.

Salting without evidence- If u wanna ask me something which is salt-related, I have no problem, I can respect everyone's opinions. But if you salt on a character with baseless points or salt on the people who like those characters, I'm sorry, my reaction or answer might not be pleasing to you. (PS: As much as I say that I don't like to salt, sometimes, I might, like after Rocketear. It will be slight salt, and I'll tag those posts properly, don't worry.)

Hate- If I ever say the wrong things sometimes, or might be unintentionally rude or insensitive, please inform me. No need to be rude or take drastic measures, I'll understand and correct my behaviour.

Homophobia- I support the LGBTQ+ community. If you are homophobic and decide to send a submission or ask on my blog which is against the LGBTQ+ community, I might delete your ask or ignore it. I don't say that people can't be homophobic, it might depend on the kind of environment you grew up in, or it's just your opinion. You are free to express your opinion, and I respect that. But I don't prefer such things on my blog. The same goes for any other type of discrimination.

Questions or messages bombarding me about when I post news, episode links or updates- I have absolutely no problem if you ask me about when I'll post any links or news. But if you spam me with messages, or salt on me saying I don't post them on time, my answer is: I have a life too. The update might have been posted while it was midnight for me, I might have been asleep then. Or maybe I was not well or didn't have my device to post it. That's it.

I would love to have silly conversations with you about random things or rant or squeal about fandoms. But I might not respond immediately due to Timezone differences.

For new MLB episode and movie spoilers, be sure to check out Miraculous Ladybug News, or you can just search up the tags in my archive - miraculous ladybug (or/and) ml spoilers (or/and) s4 spoilers (or/and) the episode name- eg.-for Kuro Neko-- kuro neko (or/and) s4ep23; and for the awakening movie- movie spoilers

You are free to send me as many messages, asks, or submissions as you want as long as you keep the above things in mind. This is just for your and my comfort. We do not want conflicts over anything now, do we?

Stay safe!

~chaotic_fiwwe

[cuntwrap--supreme]

I actually literally just woke up to a bunch of texts from that bastard this morning. I literally only didn't break up with this guy early on because he was moving far away from my home and I was desperate to escape my mom. Over time, he became worse than her; I can handle my mom being a bitch (most of the time), but I cannot handle some dude constantly calling my a dyke or a faggot or demanding I look as girly as possible to please him or straight up sexually assaulting me. Not to mention he fell into the Q-anon shit and became totally lost. Pretty sure he's on hard drugs now based on the texts he sends me.

If you're wondering, yes I keep his number saved, yes I keep him unblocked. When I block him, he contacts me from other phone numbers all hours of the night. I would rather know who the texts and calls are coming from than accidentally answer a call and have him on the other end.

Anyway, this particular series of texts began because he is apparently still refusing to delete pictures he has of me. Despite me telling him to do this when I broke up with him ALMOST THREE YEARS AGO! I've long since moved on, but he is incapable of doing so. Between the uncomfortable sexual shit, the racism, the alcoholism, and the constant bashing of who I am (which, by the way, I never told him because I feared he'd hit me, or worse) I had to get out, even if it meant moving back in with (gag) my mom.

But this is his routine now. He'll call me 14 times in one day, then text me some insane ramblings at like 4am. One time recently he was asking me why I killed people, claimed he knew where I hid the bodies? I actually responded to that one, telling him to stop doing drugs and get help. It resulted in a long chain of texts telling me I'm a murderer and all this shit, only for him to recant that the next day and be like, "Lol, sorry, my meds make me crazy 🤪" He's accused me of having cheated on him with women; hell, like 2 weeks ago he texted me saying I was CURRENTLY cheating on him (which made me uncomfortable because I'd just gone on a second date with this person who now won't text me back, so I feel like my ex has moved into stalking and told them to stay away from me or something???) He's said I'm not asexual, I just need to get some good dick. He once tried luring me into telling him I'm trans by saying he'd be ok dating a "man who had woman parts" (his words), then got angry when I didn't tell him shit.

On the other side of Wow This Guy Is Shit, he lost his mind to conspiracy bullshit. It started out with him voting for Trump. Whatever, me of the last thought, surely that's not a bad thing. And by itself it might not have been. But then he started going on r/thedonald, and 4chan forums after that was shut down. Then I caught him watching a camgirl (which, whatever, kept him from trying to get me to sleep with him every single night) - who was dressed up as a Nazi. Then he started talking about how "the Jews" and "the blacks" are ruining the country, about how immigrants aren't assimilating and it's causing problems, how Muslims are not actually fleeing war-torn countries but are here to convert America or bomb us. And, at first, I fought him on this shit. But after a while I couldn't, or he'd not let me sleep. He'd bring shit up right as I was going to bed then sit there and talk to me about how I'd been "brainwashed by the left" all night. And I was both in school and working full time, so I HAD to get sleep. PS, this guy was in school too, but almost always dropped down to one class a semester because he couldn't stop drinking, and he not once had a job once he moved for school. I, meanwhile, was working on a master's degree and working 40 hrs/wk and was only sleeping like 5 hours max per night, but this guy still expected me to clean everything, cook food, and drive him around because his car was shit and often didn't start even though like 20 hours a day were open to him and I'd get maybe 30 minutes to an hour free per day.

It got horrible, but I ended up staying longer than I wanted to because 1) school. I had to have a place to live and couldn't afford rent in my own, and 2) his mom had bought us a vacation to Belize and I wanted to go bad enough that I was willing to put up with him for another few months. I dumped him the day after we got back to the States. However, it took another week for my mom to be able to come help me get my shit (because I was over 100 miles away and she had to swap shifts in order to make it out), during which time he assaulted me every night as I slept. Almost like he was going, "Well, never gonna get to touch these titties again, might as well do it now while they're asleep and won't be awake to tell me to stop!" The worst of it, though, was he moved my pants aside and digitally penetrated me at like 5am the day before I was set to leave, and did not fuck off until I fully woke up, realized what was happening, and punched him (under the presumption that it was in my sleep, because I do sleep punch). I felt so uncomfortable, because I had told him already that I wanted nothing to do with him sexually, and had told him months before that I was asexual and it was super horrible for me to be put in sexual situations. He did not care, clearly.

Did I mention this man is also 9 years older than me and started talking to me when I was 19/20? Yeah. Feels relevant.

Anyway, there's a lot more, but that's just some of the basics. This was an almost 4 year relationship, by the way. Younger me made bad choices in order to escape my mom, only to be put in a setting that was worse. Yeet.

[365lite-blog]

Ooohh i have a request for yaa, can you write about mc caught jumin cheating and she ran away from him, when jumin tried to catch up with mc, he almost got ran over by a car if was not for mc pushing him out of the way, whether mc survive or not is your choice ( I'm an angst freak)

Of course, you did

Pairing:Jumin x reader/MC.Genre:Angst.Disclaimer: Adultery,Car accident.A/N: Thank you for your request! I got so excitedsince it is my first one~ It was hard to write because I cannot possiblyimagine Jumin cheating＼(º □ º l|l)/ I hope you will like it nonetheless♥PS: I am a trash for angst too ahh

She would not cry. She had silently sworn to herself she would not lethim witness what he did not deserve to see. The deepest part of her soul. Thevulnerable assets of her mind she would have willingly given access to him ifhe was not a pure asshole. A bedswerver. Whatever reason he had for achievingsuch a betrayal was not her business anymore. If she wanted to stay on her feetand keep her chin up, she had to move on. Accordingly, she could not affordcaring for his stupid motives.What was even worse was how he kept true to himself. How he stayednothing less than the logical Jumin with his classy attitude that gave him muchmore confidence than he truly had. (Y/n) would never have suspected he couldhave had a one night stand. She was kind of an exception in his life, right? Shedid not have to fear anything since she was her only true love. He never hadinterest in anyone else besides her (except the already taken and lost Rika).At least, that was what he stated. Maybe, in fact, that was what he wanted herto believe.His hand floated uncertainly in the air between them, trying to reachher while still preventing himself from getting hurt by the potentialrejection. Jumin was not an asshole. Nor an evil creature spawned from Hell.What the raven man truly was, was a selfish human. Like many others. So scaredof the illusional Sword of Damocles upon his head, made up by his own unfoundedfears. He would gladly choose destruction over taking any more risks.

- Do not touch me Jumin Han, you are deadto me.

Her words, invading his ears and his mind as if it was absinthe forcedinto his throat, left him with the dismal sensation of actual death. As if hechose (y/n) to be the only judge deciding if he had to be considered dead oralive. At this point, it would not have surprised him if he soon fell to reachhis grave.She turned around, the motion of her hair killing him further with thesweet scent of her shampoo, the one he washed her with when they took a shower togetherin the morning. She heard a heavy knock behind her and trembling fingersgrasped with despair the fabric of her shirt, before she had time to move herfeet far away from his existence. Meticulously, she dared glancing back, onlyto become aware that he had fallen to his knees and would not meet her eyesanymore, choosing the luxurious carpet as a better secure camp. Could he notface the fact that he had been the one raising the red flags first?

- Let me explain…

His voice sounded broken for once; so far from the linear tone she wasused to. Miserable was the most fitting adjective to describe the notes hisvocal cords emitted to form his words. But she still could not afford to care.Not after what he did. He may have seemed torn apart for now, but she was notthe culprit, for he was the one who sought her death days ago.

She realized then that she was still holding his phone with theevidences of his adultery in it. It had been such a coincidence, really. Theywere in bed, cracking really bad jokes and fighting for dominance in their embrace.Jumin was holding her, oh, so tightly, gripping her wrists and forcing themupon her head whenever she barely succeeded in taking advantage. His laugh was(y/n)’s favorite sound. It was so rare and so intimate. He rarely genuinelylaughed with anyone else. And so, when it found its way close to her ear, shegiggled and pleaded for Jumin to meet her eyes. Seconds passed as they were simplycommunicating like this, only chuckles and little teasing moans interruptedtheir silence.

- I love you Jumin Han, sheconfessed with a silly smile before biting her lip to prevent herself fromlaughing at her own childish shyness.

How he was fond of her when she told him those words with that adorableexpression. His free hand traveled on her cheek and he took a moment toappreciate the sight before closing the gap between them and kissing her withdesire.His palm migrated further down, meeting her thigh he grasped with force,pulling it upward so her leg would rest on his lumbar. His hips pushed againsther body, making him groan with delight.And that is when the truth was revealed; because his phone kept onringing, signaling messages of a persistent contact.

- Just ignore it, she said as she saw how he was growing frustrated and distracted. 

He kissed her irresistible smile once more and so it went on for aminute or two. But as the notifications kept on coming, (y/n) grew curious. Itcould have been something important, something related to work that neededJumin’s attention. Thus, she laughed and stretched her arm to take his phone onthe bedside table. They had nothing to hide from each other so they were usedto touching their significant other’s personal items without any second thought. But nothing tohide did not mean nothing kept under the doom of silence. She pressed herfinger on the message notification and started reading the first ones. Quickly,as she realized what was in front of her eyes, her finger slid faster on thetiny screen, making her harshly swallow whatever poison this was.

- Who is it? Assistant Kang? He asked, his impatient hunger making himpant while speaking.

There were so many messages, making references of something he had donewith a girl after a diner with his father and threatening to tell everything to(y/n) if he kept on ignoring their calls. The number was not even saved and therewere no previous chats which meant either he deleted them or the person just succeededin getting his number. Panic was evident on her features and the more she readthe more she felt sick.Seeing her growing anxiety, he stopped kissing her collarbones and went forher neck.

- Kitten, is there a prob-

She pushed him away as she gave him a death glare and he instantly knewwhat could have happened…

Thereby, things degenerated until they were both in the living room,one ready to leave while the other was on his knees. Two adults in love and at theverge of breaking apart.Inevitably, the phone slipped out of her hand, cracking his screen withthe last memories of their past love.Using the little strength and will she had, she forced herself out ofhis grip and headed to the door, hearing him almost crawling behind her as he wasgetting up to catch her once more.Luck might have been on her side as the elevator was just a floor below,but Jumin took no mercy on her and shoved himself inside it before the doorscould completely close.

- Just leave me alone, she warned, a taste like amaroid filling hermouth and making her even more dizzy as her brain rang the alarm that she hadto throw up.

She was about to turn away from him but he pinned her to the wall,making the elevator shake in the process.

- Look at me.

Congratulations to him. Once again, he sounded like the perfect richinsensitive man he pretended so fiercely to be. But (y/n) would not met hiseyes, she knew he still had a chance of impelling her to stay. His fingersclutched her jaw, forcing her to face him properly.

- I said look at me.

This time, she complied, powerless. So many emotions could be read inher aching pupils. He did not want to admit it but he was convinced he sawhatred in them. No matter how much love he still observed, it did not changethe fact that he distorted her perception of him to the point he had to looklike a grotesque monstrosity.

- You cannot force me like this Jumin. This could be called harassment,you know? 

A bitter laugh escaped in between his teeth as a pained smile tore his impassivefeatures.

- You have got to be kidding me (y/n), you are my fiancée, I can touch you as much as I want to. 

- No, I am not! You never asked me, so quit shitting around!

This time she was shouting and he saw the tears in her eyes, leaving himan instant in a deadpan state. She took advantage of it and pushed him awaywhen the doors finally opened.As she ran in the hallway to get as far away as possible from him, she beganto sob violently. Who knew why she thought of it at that moment but sheremembered their first date. He brought her a beautiful bouquet along with anecklace, stating that she was his from now on and that she had to always wearthis sign of property so it may be visible to any other man. She clearly recalledthe sensation of his digits brushing against her skin when he placed one of herlocks behind her ear before pulling her into a carefully chaste kiss. He loved her,she was certain of that. He loved her so much, even for an instant, he had beenwilling to give up all the barriers he created to protect himself… To be withher.But fear always catches up,no matter who you are and it becomes up to you whether to bend or straighten.Therefore, it appeared that Jumin was still scared of the monsters in his head.She heard him shouting her name multiple times, along with rushingfootsteps. How could this story end like this? Was it not supposed to be a Good Ending? If only she had known, shewould have never let him leave her side even for a second. She would have constrainedhim, forced the Bad Ending even ifthat was not a solution…She had been crossing the road without noticing. Not that it matteredanymore. Except when she heard him once more and it drew her back to awareness.Her attention went spontaneously to the side, realizing a car was coming theirway and had no time to prevent an accident. As if the world turned in slowmotion, she faced Jumin just when he was reaching her. When he saw thehorrified stare of her iris, he looked to his right and saw the car too. But,before he could react, (y/n) shoved him off, his body falling heavily on theasphalt while he wanted to save her instead.The strength from the adrenaline she got and the impact of his bodyagainst the bitumen stunned him for a second and, before he could open his eyesagain, he heard what felt like the most disturbing and mind invading soundever. Everything happened so fast, he barely even saw her hitting the car beforebeing propelled onto the ground. He wanted to scream, to call her but histhroat was choked by raw horror. His life, his universe, his most valuabletreasure… This could not be happening. He ran to her, suffocating on his ownpanic, incapable of thinking rationally anymore.

- (Y/n), my love… Please, open your eyes…

His fingers caressed her skin as he wanted to place a lock behind herear, registering, shortly after, that his hand was covered in blood and thatthere was even more of it on the ground where her head laid. 

- I am begging you, (Y/n) …

He planted a desperate kiss on her forehead before brushing his own hairto get them out of the way, leaving red marks wherever his phalanges went.

- Stay with me…

After that, he became numb to the situation. He felt nothing more thanthe violent agony in his chest as if something was trying to tear him open, torip him inside out. But his mind was blank and his muscles were too heavy tomove. The ambulance came fast, fortunately. His memories of what happenedbecame blurry the more the minutes passed. He had no souvenir of what the ERtold him either. Only vaguely answered their questions and just discerned anyinformation concerning his lover’s condition. When one of them tried toreassure him that they would take good care of her as they were heading to theoperating room, he barked violently, swearing he would destroy their lives ifthey did not bring her back to him. How futile it was to push something afarjust to beg for it once it was starting to be gone. Was it not what he wanted?To confirm his theory that he was better on his own? That (y/n) would find away or another to leave him?

At some point, Jihyun was here. Had Jumin called him? Probably.His friend kept silent. Only tried to calm him down when the doctorsannounced that (y/n) was in a deep coma and that she may never recover from thecognitive damages. He waited patiently with him until Jumin decided one day totell what happened. He was stroking (y/n)’s hair, unaware even someone in thecoma could hear what he said. He explained how he was drunk and scared becausehe realized more and more each day that he loved her beyond reason. He toldhis childhood friend how his father said he should not love her this muchbecause he would end up with a broken heart. Lastly, he talked about the girl,a complete and avid stranger who tried to convince him he needed to take a fewsteps away from (y/n) to clear his mind because, of course, they overheard hisconversation with his father in the restaurant and used it to their advantage.They started making out but all the wine in the world was not enough to preventhim from realizing what he was doing and he left the girl half-naked in thehotel room. Disgust forcing him to be sober again when all he wanted was toforget that disaster. After telling the story, he laughed ironically when headmitted that he had been planning on asking her to marry him, proclaiming hehad to be even more idiotic than his father.Maybe, just maybe, he had the tiniest excuse, barely sufficient for asecond chance. Jihyun thought so, but who knew since the only person capable offorgiveness was monitored from head to toes and unconscious?

Months had passed in which (y/n) had reeducation exercises and Jihyunmade sure to be there for her all the way. Jumin, on the other hand, wasnowhere to be found, as if he had vanished from her life or had simply neverbeen in it. Devouring himself in torment, avoiding her on the applicationmessenger or in any friends meeting, even isolating himself in his office andtravelling so much for business it seemed as if he lived in airports and hotels.She soon realized that her treatment was given by the best, most expensivespecialists and that she was not disbursing a cent for it. She dared to ask theazure man if he was the one paying, but the innocent smile he gave her wasenough to understand. Jumin had never truly left her side. He still took careof her. With his own clumsy signature…

A year later, RFA had organized a new party.

(Y/n) arrived at the reception in Jihyun’s arm. She still needed monthlyreeducation and thankfully accepted his suggestion that he should be hercavalier for the early stage of the party. To begin with, she talked about thelast few preparations with Jaehee but her mind was elsewhere, gazing at thedoor, waiting for a certain man to come in. This time, Jumin had no issue, he wouldnot be able to hide from her. So, when she spotted dark locks and the suit ofthe Devil’s advocate, she excused herself and went straightly for him.A finger called for attention on the executive director’s shoulder andhe turned around before freezing on his spot.

- Yes, she said without any other greeting.

- What do you mea- Oh.

He adjusted his oversleeve, trying to keep his stature, as she showedhim the ring lovingly displayed on the forth finger of her left hand.

- I assume Jihyun proposed to you for me, he declared with relievedamusement.

- Yes. And since it was him who proposed, I obviously accepted.

She chaffed him, smiling proudly as her arms wrapped themselves aroundhis neck while his hands embraced her waist he had not met for too long.

- Of course, you did, helaughed.

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A/N: I need happy endings, ok? Bear with me, Iam fragile ㅠㅠ

[mikanrulz]

(Europe-Anon) Me @ Allesand: WHAT THE FUCK?! I. Am. SHOOK. Anyway, the new episode was okay, I guess, though I find the animation style more and more lacking. Sadly. But I'm curious to see where this will lead with Cheerios now going to Eibos (Eidos?) I just don't want to see him turn into some kind of martyr because he did some great jazz with Bahamut. Just leave him alone. How many more episodes to go? 4? 6? Mugaro's farewell to Azazel was so bittersweet especially WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE ENDING

snb:vs ep20: in defense of alessand

azazel’s face is there bcs i just like his face okay

we have 4 eps left.

I’m a bit conflicted about alessand :’)

on one hand I can’t condone what he did, but I kinda see why he did what he did.

in early eps, aless says he joins the orlean knights bcs of jeanne, but she’s gone by the time he does join. meaning he joins maybe 5-3 years ago.

back then the onyx soldiers obviously hasn’t been promoted and doesn’t have its current status, meaning orleans knights is still the most prestigious order to join if you’re looking for glory.

aless is naive, and pretty much inexperienced, and obviously comes from nobility. he’s also pretty prideful (as shown when he gets angry at kaisar for not doing anything when the onyx soldiers take on the orleans knights status and duty). he may not show it much, but pride and family dignity is still important to him.

he may say he joins the orleans for jeanne, but being part of an elite knights order will sure bring prestige to his family.

bcs of kaisar’s link to rag demon, the orleans loses its status

kaisar attacking the king in ep 8 not only puts him in prison, but it also makes the rest of the orleans knights suspect and put shame over them

kaisar running away together with the rag demon in ep15 kinda cements his status as traitor, and srsly at this point, orlean knights is pretty much kinda over.

aless joins to bring prestige to his family, yet all he gets is shame instead.

diaz may know what’s up with kaisar, but diaz never shares this insight with aless. he coddles him, takes care of him, but he never tells him the truth.

after all that, kaisar does apologize and everything in ep18, and aless somehow agrees after punching him, but at what cost?

aless’ family name is on the line when he agrees to their little rebellion. yet in the party itself, nina doesn’t care one wit about what’s at stake, be it aless’ family or their plan.

nina calls herself aless’ fiance to a guy who knows aless’ family, and yet without any hint of shame she boldly asks the king for a dance - right in front of her so called fiance and the nobles.

aless tries to remedy that by calling her his sister, only to have said sister embrass herself in front of everybody and the king, before getting involved in a plot to murder the king - right in front of everybody.

they all manage to run away of course, but nina is still aless’ sister/fiance for the guests, and it will sure to impact his family later.

when aless is lost, azazel finds him, which is quite a consideration, since it means aless is part of their team.

but then in ep20, everyone is gathering, including sofiel and bacchus, yet none remembers poor aless.

it’s understandable for diaz to not be there since he’s still pretending to be loyal to the king, but the same can’t be said for aless since he admits to the guests that nina is his fiance/sister, making him part of the murder plot too.

him stabbing mugaro is probably his attempt to restore his family name and denounce his involvement in the murder plot.

aaaaand looking at it this way, I really can’t blame him for what he did.

he puts his family on the line, only for them to forget all about him after the fact.

if anything, I’m more suprised he still gives his loyalty to the king after meeting jeanne, his idol, and knowing the holy child is jeanne’s kid.

or maybe that’s exactly bcs of it: jeanne’s supposed to be holy saint, so how dare she have a kid and be human like the rest of them? and in cahoot with the rest of the traitors at that.

while I can’t blame aless, I also can’t condone him bcs mugaro. damn it.

and it’s kinda useless honestly, even if aless go tell the onyx captain he just killed the holy child, without a body as proof it doesn’t mean anything. without him telling the captain of their hideout, it doesn’t mean anything.

I always thought of aless as a naive crybaby incapable of killing, but damn he’s cold at the end there. I guess he really is a knight after all.

also I really think using alessand is smart choice (Even if this feel a bit out of nowhere) and more interesting than chari or his soldiers doing the stabbing.

this way, you really can’t guess where the story would go (well other than the charinina end part that is)

ps:

I just hope with aless running away at the end there, none’s going to think azazel stabbing mugaro, since the last person to be with mugaro is azazel after all.

rita/kaisar may vouch for azazel since they both know about azazel & mugaro, but i’m unsure about jeanne (but she does thank him for taking care of mugaro tho, so maybe not), and pretty sure sofiel would blame him.

also i’m pretty sure mugaro’s not dead, in one of sato’s tweet was a pic of rita in her doctor getup after all, so maybe that’s that.

(we’ll also *probably* getting a scene where lucifer’s closing his book in the next ep or maybe the next one after)(I’m still wondering why did the director delete the tweet that contains lucifer’s legs? is it too spoilery lulz)

other things:

i really can’t care about the king at all

in ep19 (or 18?) fava says they could just cut the king’s arm to steal his bracelet, and yet in this ep he says they can’t take off the bracelet unless they kill the king? so which is it?

i’m surprised fava is covering up nina/chari relationship. this is… rather naive (?) of him, unexpectedly. rita’s the one who always saves them all in the end and comes up with the plans, so covering this up might be trouble for them later tho… or is he confident enough to ward off any trouble?

nina’s the lead, so why is the bad ugly things always happening to jeanne and azazel tho?

also I wouldn’t blame either azazel or jeanne if they finally have a breakdown and decide to destroy all things now

the title for next ep is vengeance. it’s probably would be about nina trying to exact revenge on chari anyway.

[spidey-michelle]

I'm Sorry Michelle [pt.1/2]

synopsis: Peter saves Michelle from the vulture and realizes that he could put her in even bigger danger and breaks up with her . Ps. I was writing the same imagine with a fight scene and a back story , but Tumblr reset as I was writing so I lost everything . So here’s from where I left off , I’ll try to explain the minor details that were deleted . Enjoy! Part 2 is coming later today or tomorrow . –////—- Michelle was sitting a few blocks away from the crime scene . Peter had just defeated the Vulture for the second time in his Spider-Man career , he should feel relieved . Which he does , but those feelings were quickly masked and forgotten , the minute he saw his girlfriend sitting on the curb of an empty street . She still looked traumatized from the “almost death” experience she had encountered , about 20 minutes prior . If he was honest , they were both scared but Peter ultimately felt the most guilty . The Vulture probably had his own sources around the city , knowing everything the teen did . She had no clue about the danger of being with a super hero , who would? . Peter stopped in his tracks and replayed the words in his head . Was he doing the right thing? Was breaking up with Michelle the best thing for him . He would still have his other best friend Ned , that could be enough for him . Ned was Peter’s “ guy in the chair” , which meant that he was barely out in the spotlight . Aunt May was out of harms way , because she doesn’t know about Peter being Spider-Man , let alone a super hero . He shook his head and sat down next to Michelle . Michelle gave her boyfriend a warm tired smile , and immediately went to grasp his hand . But Peter reached in for a hug instead . If he was really going to do this , he wanted to savor her presence right now , because she may never want to talk to him again after tonight . He wasn’t sure if breaking her heart would fix his confused mind . Peter wrapped both arms around his girlfriend and pulled her closer to him . “ Pete , take off the mask , no one sees you right now ” Michelle whispers quietly , she wanted to see his face , she missed seeing him today . His pretty face behind a mask , doesn’t help her needs . 
Peter leaned behind his face and slowly slid the mask off his face . The new Iron Man spider-man suit that Tony Stark had made for him , allowed the mask to come off from the entire suit . Which was different from the first suit that was given to him , months ago . “ that’s the thing MJ , are we really sure that no one’s watching us right now?” He asks , watching as Michelle’s facial expressions changed . “ you’ve never really brought it up , so no . I’m not sure Peter ” With those words , Peter stood up and stepped a few steps into the darkness of the street. He had to take extra precaution now which made his world shake with worry . 
Peter Parker , the easy-going , Sci-Fy loving , nerd , being the Kick Ass super hero named Spider-Man . He had to protect his city , and being in love with a girl he can’t even protect is messing him up too much right now , he opens his mouth only to lick his lips because of the sudden dryness . He felt a lump in his throat , he felt himself getting on the verge to shed a few tears or even cry . He didn’t want to let her go , but his job is too important to him . “ I almost saw you die MJ…” Peter repeats aloud to Michelle , the air seemed to have gotten thicker between the two . Michelle turns to face him , “ I know i almost died , Peter . I’m fine now . You saved me , don’t you know that?” It felt like centuries before he replied but goosebumps formed on her skin when she heard “ I can’t put you in harms way anymore , M . You’re too important to me ” She heard his footsteps get lighter , almost like he’s jumping on the balls of his feet , too anxious to say what he wants to . “What are you trying to say?” Michelle tried to say as cool and collective as she always is , but she was slowly starting to break down . Having fallen 100 feet , and having your life flash before your eyes , and now anticipating those dreaded words from the guy you’ve come to love with all of your heart . 
Peter walked back to her and crouched down so he was settling his weight on both his feet . “ you deserve someone who’ll protect you , and not put you in danger . You deserve someone who’s not a damn super hero , someone else who doesn’t risk their life for a living-” Peter stopped himself because Michelle had closed her eyes , even in the dimmed lights of the street , he noticed a single tear fall down her face . Peter Parker was really about to break up with her , all because he couldn’t save her sooner…. Peter felt the lump in his throat return , he gulped down the possible tears and tried to remain strong . This felt so wrong in his heart , but his mind was screaming at him to let her go before she gets hurt . “Michelle , I’m sorry.” Peter knew that she knew what he meant with that , words don’t have to explain his actions. She knew things before he even had the chance to say it . “ Peter don’t do this..” Michelle was so confused and hurt with her boyfriend , but she turned to him and grabbed his hand . She caught air because Peter had already stood up , “ I love you MJ , but you need to stay protected . After tonight , I realized that I couldn’t live with myself if something did happen to you. ” “ if we love eachother , then why can’t we figure this out together , Peter! These few months have been the best of my life , I can’t lose you Pete . You’re worried about me being safe , but you’re the person that can do that for me . You’ve already done that for me! ” Michelle now stood up and wrapped the blanket around her small frame . She was angry now , how can Peter give her an excuse like that? He was the man to protect everyone , and he wanted to let her go . Michelle let the tears cascade down her face now . She had hoped that crying would get Peter to come to his senses and not let her go. Her home life has been shit , her parents were barely talking , her little brother had been spending time with her aunt because of their parents being so distant . All the silence in her home , resulted in silence within her and it brought her so much pain , that she resorted back to drowning herself in books . Peter knew this , and he certainly wasn’t gonna forget it . “You’re making a mistake” Michelle says walking closer to him , she tilted her head to try and match Peter’s gaze since it was distant . “ I’m so sorry babe . You deserve so much more , I can’t let someone hurt you ” Peter says finally matching her gaze . They were so close together now , practically breathing the same air . Peter looked into her teary eyes and his heart broke instantly . “ I can’t listen to my heart right now , MJ ” Peter admits to her , his hands interlocking with hers. “ please don’t cry , it’s gonna kill me , M ” he says quickly after . Michelle let go of Peter after careful consideration of one last kiss , but she couldn’t let him win . He already decided , and it broke her . Surely , she was a strong girl but Peter was really the only guy that’ll truly protect the city , and her . Peter told her not to cry , but she wanted him to feel the same pain she felt in that moment . What she didn’t know , was that Peter was feeling like shit. He was starting to regret what he’s said , but he had to leave his heart away from his job . This showed him that love interferes with work , and he hated to admit it to himself , because he wasn’t sure if it was entirely true . Michelle let her tears fall once again , but she wiped them away as fast as they came down her face . “Lucky for you , you don’t have to worry about me being killed now . You just did that yourself . So if that’s it , leave Peter . You keep saying how you don’t want me to get hurt , but you just broke me . Aren’t you glad it wasn’t The Vulture?” Peter’s heart dropped , he never wanted this from her . He stepped away into the same darkness he had hid from earlier , and slid on his mask before feeling a tear escape from his eyes. Michelle must of know , he wanted to say something when he reached out to touch her hand , but she flinched and began to walk away from him . She was walking home , with a hospital blanket around her , her heart broken , and one less friend . Peter kept trying to tell himself that it was for the best . That she would be in good hands with whoever would be lucky enough to have her. His heart was torn in two , his thoughts scattered in thousands of pieces . He had never seen Michelle so sad and confused with him before , it made him truly wonder if it was worth being Spider-Man