#just missing someone who was very dear to me but realized it too late

[sunlit-mess]

He was a star who fell in love with a black hole, but upon being pulled closer, The black hole shattered him into dust - devouring, unknowing, gone in the event horizon, until there was nothing left of him.

[mirisss]

SKZ reaction to their gf being in a car crash

SKZ OT8 x female! reader

SKZ reaction to their girlfriend being in a car crash and taking care of her

Thank you for the request, hope you like it! 

Wordcount ≈ 1.5k

Warnings: Car crash, broken leg, bruises, a little angsty, mentioning of anxiety, 

Part 2

(Y/n)’s POV

“Hey, I’m going to be running a bit late. I have a bit left that I need to do on this project, so I’ll order some food and eat here,” “Are you sure? How late do you think you’ll have to stay?” “I’m not sure, Binnie, I think I need another 3 or 4 hours before I’m done,” “Mmm, okay, do you want some of us to come and pick you up?” “No, I’ll be fine and besides you guys have had a long day, I’ll text you guys when I leave,” “Alright, be careful,” “Love you,” “Love you, too,” 

After hanging up the call with Changbin, I got back to working on my project. If I did this project great then I could be in for a promotion at work. And if I got this promotion, my life as the girlfriend of a very successful kpop group would be a bit easier. With this promotion, I could go with them on tours, at least more than one stop. So I had to get it. I needed it. I ordered some food and got back to work, most of my colleagues had left the building leaving me and a handful of others behind. 

3 hours and 25 minutes later, I was finally finished. I submitted my project, packed up my things, sent a text to Seungmin as he was the last person I texted with, letting him now that I was leaving the building. I went down to the garage and got into my car. Seungmin responded as I started the car, saying he and all the others missed me and were waiting. 

I began driving, I couldn’t wait to get home to my boyfriends. I was exhausted and missed their embraces. I came to a stop light, the streets were surprisingly empty, even at this late hour the streets were usually filled with cars. The light turned green and I began driving, suddenly I noticed headlights of another car approaching from my left, the car was speeding, seemingly out of control, I realized that no matter what I did, we would collide, still I tried to step on my gas hoping the other car would miss me. The last thing I remember was a loud bang and feeling pain. 

Third Person POV

Over at the SKZ dorm, the boys were waiting eagerly for (Y/n) to come home. They had prepared snacks, blankets, and a movie. All of them ready for a cuddly movie night. They kept checking their phones and out the windows, expecitng to see either a call, a text, or (Y/n)’s car. Yet no matter how many times they checked they found nothing. 

“It’s been 30 minutes since she texted, it only takes 15 minutes here, and that’s on days when the traffic is bad,” Minho noted, concern evident on his face, his body was restless. Changbin was pacing around the room, feeling like he should have gone and picked her up even if she said it wasn’t necessary. “I’ll try calling her,” Hyunjin said as he held the phone up to his ear, whishing she would pick up, however he was disappointed as he was met with (Y/n)’s voice mail. 

“Her phone could be dead and she’s just buying snacks,” Han said, trying to be hopeful, yet his hands were shaking, his breathing irregular, anxiety taking over his body as he feared the worst had happened. “Yeah, she’s gonna come any second now, I feel it,” Felix said, he sat beside Han, trying to find comfort in his bandmate and boyfriend. Jeongin stood by the window, staring down at each passing car, analyzing each one to try and find the one belonging to his dear girlfriend. 

Another 30 minutes passed by, an hour since (Y/n) said she would be coming home. Yet there was no sign of her. A few minutes more passed by when Chan received a call from an unknown number, he answered it, half expecting it to be from a fan who had managed to get a hold of his number. He was surprised that the one on the other line was a doctor, or at least someone working at the hospital. 

“Hello, is this Bang Chan?” “Yes, who is this?” “I am calling from the hospital, your girlfriend (L/n) (Y/n) has been in an accident,” “WHAT?” The other boys all stood up, shaking with fear and worry at Chan’s shout. “There was a car accident, miss (L/n) is still being examined, could you come over to the hospital?” “Of course, I’ll, or we’ll be there as soon as we can,” “Only her boyfriend will be allowed inside the room,” Chan gave an awkward forced chuckled. “You see we’re in a poly relationship,” “Oh, I’m so sorry, of course all of you will be allowed inside then,” 

Chan hung up and explained to the other’s, they all left the dorm within a minute. Hearts racing, minds expecting the worst. Was she badly hurt? Was she even alive? Would she be okay? When they arrived at the hospital they all rushed to the front desk, asking for (Y/n). As they came upon the door that lead them to the room (Y/n) was in, a doctor just stepped out of it. “Excuse me, is (L/n) (Y/n), in there?” “Yes, might you be her boyfriends?” “Yes, doctor,” “She just woke up, she’s a bit shaken but she’ll be fine,” “How badly hurt is she?” “Considering the circumstances, not bad at all. She has a broken leg and some bruises over majority of her body, but other than that, she is physically fine, mentally though might be another story. First and foremost, she needs support from those who love her,” The doctor gave the boys a kind smile before she left, allowing the boys to step inside. 

“(Y/n), we were so worried,” Jisung began crying the second he layed eyes on her, the cast on her leg, the bruises on her arms and even her face, he just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. (Y/n) too began crying as she saw the worry and tears on her boyfriends’ faces. “I’m sorry,” “No, don’t apologize, darling, it wasn’t your fault,” Minho wiped away some of the tears that stained the girls cheek, his smile only causing her to cry more. Relieved to finally be within their presence again, close to the people she loves and feel safe with. 

2 hours later, (Y/n) was allowed to go home as the doctors had examined her and ruled out a concussion and other injuries. Bang Chan was given a long list of things that (Y/n) wasn’t allowed to do for a few days and how to care for her leg. Changbin had sent an email to (Y/n)’s boss, letting them know of the accident and that (Y/n) wouldn’t be able to work for 2 weeks, and after those 2 weeks she would only be able to work from home for another 2-3 weeks. 

(Y/n) was given crutches to use for moving around, she struggled a bit with them as she wasn’t used to it. In the end, to get out to the car, Felix and Seungmin ended up acting as her crutches, half carrying her. Jeongin sat beside (Y/n) in the car, holding her hand as she seemed a bit stressed over the situation. He could only imagine, she was just in an accident and now she had to go in a car again. “Hey, you’re okay, we’re here with you. Want me to sing to you?” (Y/n) couldn’t give a verbal answer but she simply nodded her head and squeezed his hand. 

Jeongin began singing lowly, the rest of the boys soon followed and joined in on singing, all to help (Y/n) calm down. (Y/n) closed her eyes and focused on the sweet voices of her boyfriends, the warmth they brought her overpowered her fear from the accident. Soon enough she felt her heart slow down and her breathing followed right after. Relaxation and safety soon consumed her mind as she focused on the singing. Before she knew it, the car was parked, they were home. The boys helped her out of the car and supported her all the way to their dorm. 

“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ve got you,” Hyunjin said as he handed her some of the snacks they had prepared earlier. “I’m so happy I have all of you,” “We’re happy to have you too,” Felix answered. And so, the nine lovers spent the night cuddled up on the couch, finding safety in one another, happy that they get to experience tomorrow together.

[blarshwritezz]

Yandere Clone x Reader

Male Yan x gn reader

TW - general yandere behavior, torture, manipulation

Clone!Yan wasn't even supposed to exist. If only your boyfriend had never agreed to that stupid experiement.

It was sketchy, but paid hella good money, and the two of you were going through hard times. You guys really needed the cash. Especially since he was starting to consider proposing.

You told him it was too risky. You told him there were much better ways to make money. Safer ways. But he was blinded by all those zeros. 10 million sure does motivate someone. Even you were considering joining in too.

The day he left for it, you nearly cried. It's been a long time since you had to spend a night without him.

But finally, he came back a week later! Something was just...different. When he held you, he seemed stronger than usual. He seemed to blink less, and stare at you more. He was getting very jealous very easily. Sure he had some slight jealousy issues before he went off, but it wasn't ever this bad...

At first, you considered it side effects of whatever those awful people did, or that it was just because he missed you. But it only seemed to get worse...

You'd notice him eating less, exercising less, doing everything he usually did less...

He used the money from the experiment to buy the two of you a lovely little home somewhere peaceful. Nothing fancy, the two of you didn't need too much. Just a quaint little home in the suburbs.

In that home, you realized there was always this suspicious locked room. When you asked him about it, he just said, "Oh, that? Yeah, I think it's pretty weird too. I guess the previous owners just locked it and forgot to give us the key."

Lately, he's seemed pretty dismissive when you were worried.

But some nights, you swore you heard strange noises coming from that room. Things like scratching, muffled screams, faint groans, and even whispers of your name.

One night, you had enough. It was one of those rare nights where your boyfriend would get up, presumably to use the restroom or get a glass of water, and not return for over an hour.

Silently, you crept down the hall. The door to that room was slightly ajar, the light of the moon peaking out. You got just close to peak in and what you saw was not only horrifying but confusing as well.

There was your boyfriend, holding a bloody pen, standing above...himself? But a grotesque and mutilated version of himself.

You backed away in horror, only to crash into something behind you, making a loud noise. Nearly instantly, your "boyfriend" was at the door staring at you.

"Oh dear, my lovely [Y/N]...you weren't supposed to see this yet. It was going to be a surprise." The man spoke, a twisted grin on his face. "I guess now I have to tell you early."

He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room. No matter how much you struggled, no matter how strong you were, he was more powerful. His bruising grip could have broken your bone, but he was being oh so careful with you.

"You see, my dearest, this man you called your boyfriend was just pathetic...he didn't have the balls to give you everything you deserve. But I can. I can be perfect for you. I'm him, but better in every way." He whispered, his cold breath against your neck as he held you tight and forced you to look at the man who could hardly be recognized as your sweet boyfriend.

"I won't ever age, or change, or ever go against you. Why, I was made for you..."

You were so confused, and he could tell. But your words were stuck in your throat. It was a good thing he could read you so well.

"Don't you remember? All those months ago, the experiment? The scientists who created me needed a dumb test monkey down on their luck, and your old boyfriend was perfect for that role. They took his skin, his blood, his hair, every bit of DNA they could to make me. The only thing missing was the transference of subconscious, and well, the only thing he could think of was you. So naturally, the only thing I can think of, is you~"

He wrapped his artificial arms around your waist tightly, making sure you didn't fall over. You felt like you would be sick...

"Unfortunately, I have to keep him alive. If he dies, I will too. But I recently decided to take out his eyes. That way he'll never get to see you again. Only I should have such an honor."

He started kissing your neck, making you feel even more disgusted. Right in front of you was your beloved boyfriend, the very one you hoped to spend your life with, turned to this shell of what he once was. You could hardly even see his skin tone beneath all the blood.

"Don't worry, just rest. You'll never have to see that failure again..." With those last few words, he covered your mouth with a cloth. You were already paralyzed in fear, too terrified to fight back this time.

He watched you for the rest of the night...and the next day...and the next night, and the next day, and the next night. Never once were you free from the thing that claimed to be your boyfriend.

Or rather, husband now. He was so glad you finally agreed! Not that you had much of a choice.

Yea, feeling this one! Different style than usual, woo!

[colie-nne]

Hello dear writer 👋 there's this reader-insert prompt in my head that I couldn't just get it out of my head. I hope this prompt takes your interest. It's up to you how you will want this to go as whether it be an imagine, headcannon or etc. Thank you, much love 𔘓

Prompt:

Carlos Sainz Jr., the renowned Formula One driver, takes to his social media account and shares a cryptic message that hints about a special someone in his life. As fans eagerly await further details, it becomes apparent that Carlos' significant other is no ordinary person – but is a beauty queen in her country.

my queen

pairing: carlos sainz x beauty queen!reader | instagram au

requested: yes | no

a/n: Hi this is my first in au, hope I did your request justice. I also really really liked the prompt, thanks for the request!! (Requests are open)

+ Valiente will be updated tomorrow so hang tight.💌

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 On a trip with royalty❤️

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user excuse me? Carlos?

charles_leclerc a trip with royalty indeed👑

user what's with all the royalty?

user 😍😍😍

user Carlos is entering his aesthetic era!!!

Daily WAG updates

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Daily WAG updates Ferrari's very own Carlos Sainz is seen with a mystery woman on a beach trip to the Maldives. The source stated that the two have been cozy with each other the entire time. Are we seeing a new wag on the paddock this coming season?

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user oh carlos has game all along

user lord, i see what you've done for others

user does this have something to do with the royalty thing?

user to be the girls these f1 men date !!!

user girl i don't think that's a mystery woman at all

user care to explain?🤨 user Carlos has been following Spain's winner for some universal pageant or whatever for about a long time now, even before her winning the crown. So I'm not going to be shocked if the mystery woman's her. user reallyy?? what's her @? user its yourusername

user Pierre wtf you doing here?!☠️

yourusername

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yourusername very late vacation dump 🌶️

user ahhh y/n!! i've missed you

user will you be coming to the show in Paris?

yourusername of course!! can't miss it😊 user oH MY GOD! she responded, Y/n i love you!!

user uhmm... looks like you didn't crop a pic properly🧐

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user why is lando here😭

user omyy just came here from the wags update!!! the emoji and the cropping error just proved a lot of things

user wdym wag update? user just search it up you'll see the most recent one.

yourusername

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yourusername are you happy to be in Paris? oui...it's good to be back

user the fact that a French designer invited Miss Universe-Spain to their show, shows how wanted the y/n l/n is in the fashion industry. this is coming from a french woman too

carlossainz oui🥐

charles_leclerc no, mate... no yourusername i wholeheartedly agree with you user f1 collab, when?

user CARLOS?! Is this a confirmation?

vittoria looking good 👑❤️

user there's the crown thing again. who is she anyways? user how the hell, don't you guys know who y/n is? she's the reigning miss universe and the most sought Spanish beauty queen after years. user ooh so she's from Spain too. I see now user ☠️

user why am I just realizing the meaning of the crown emoji...

Daily WAG updates

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Daily WAG updates Carlos is confirmed to go on his way to Y/n. The story was posted 5 hours ago. He might be in Paris now, update you guys soon.

user the fact that you've typed that so casually just tells me how much you've waited to have a Carlos girl on the paddock

user He be flying to his girl during his supposed time to rest... when will it be my time?

user the fact that we all know he'll be meeting y/n despite them not confirming it yet is so funny.

f1updates

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f1updates Carlos Sainz has landed this evening after being invited by a french-designer in Paris, France.

user ...i see it very clearly now

user the story caption and this just gave everything up. ya'll better confirm it asap

user carlos in a fashion show was not on my 2023 f1 bucket list

user if we see him and y/n together, let's just say that "i told you guys"

yourusername

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yourusername Thank you for tonight, Paris (credits: 🌶️)

user the chili🫣

user y/n!! i love your dress so much, thank you for letting me take a picture with you

user saw her being called into the runway so suddenly, the crown fits her so much🫠

user oop y/n in her soft launching era. is it Carlos?? i hope so

carlossainz55 🤍

user it's confirmed guys... user cute🥲 kill me rn

Daily WAG updates

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Daily WAG updates UPDATE!!! It is confirmed by multiple sources that the reigning Miss Universe Y/n L/n is indeed Carlos Sainz's mystery woman. Who would've thought that our newest WAG would be the queen of the universe herself, can't wait to see her in the paddock!!! 👑

yourusername

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yourusername bebé, hemos sido atrapados... anyways, these are some of the very flattering pictures of us from our trips during the past 3 months. Buena seurte en tu proxima carrera, mi amor!!

(Baby, we've been caught) - (Good luck on your next race, my love!!)

carlossainz55 mi amor, ¿por qué las fotos? (my love, why the pictures?)

yourusername because you look flattering in them🤩 landonorris flattering isn't what I'd call them

charles_leclerc you should have posted what you posted in the other one

user charles? qhat other one!! user this made me curious yourusername the internet might not handle it!

danielricciardo all hail the king and queen👑

user dannyy😭 yourusername says the man who's insisting Carlos isn't fit for a king danielricciardo why'd you have to do me like that carlossainz55 still has a ring in it, no? landonorris we'll have to see you in a dress before we can answer

[zoeykallus]

Hi! Hope you're doing well! Idk if your asks are open but in case they're, I'll leave my request here:

So recently I started crocheting again and I'm making a nice cozy blanket for my bf. Could you maybe do the Bad Batch (separately) + Mayday, if you can and want, reaction to their s/o knitting/crocheting and then gifting them something? (Could be a blanket, a scarf, whatever you like)

I hope you can do this request, I've always loved crocheting but I've been overwhelmed by work since the pandemic and I've noticed it took a toll on me lol. Byee!!

Aloha!

I was totally sure I did something like this before, and browsed through the (what feels like thousands) works of mine. Just to find out it was a seamstress thing, not crocheting, lol

Now crocheting is of course a different kind of thing, but let's see... I know I'm so late with this request! Sorry!

The Bad Batch x Reader HCs - Crocheted With Love

Warnings: None FLUFF

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Hunter

He is fascinated by the calmness that emanates from you when you crochet something. Hunter admires your dexterity. Sometimes he sits down with you, leans back and watches you, relaxing completely. You chat gently about trivial things, enjoying the serenity of each other's presence. You have crocheted him a scarf out of very fine, thin wool, which he practically always wears. You have to wash and mend it quite often, the garment has to withstand a lot. But he loves this scarf, he would never give it up. Even if Crosshair teases him about it. The Sniper sneers, "Are we wearing new accessories now? Where's your matching purse?" Hunter chuckles calmly, "You're just jealous"

Echo

He watches, admiring how patterns slowly form from what you do, shapes. Time flies by, he doesn't even realize how long he's been sitting there until Tech impatiently calls out to him. Startled, Echo jumps up. "I'm coming!" You grin and look after him, naturally enjoying every bit of his attention, even if he's just watching you silently, fascinated. When he discovers the pretty woolen blanket you crocheted for him in his bunk that evening, he beams all over his face. "You made this for me?" "Of course," you say with a big smile. And of course, he snuggles up in his bunk with you to break in the new blanket.

Wrecker

As Omega has his Lula most of the time, you have crocheted a new one for Wrecker, as true to detail as possible. You don't want him to miss his old Lula. His eyes are almost overflowing with joy. "My own Lula? Just for me?" You beam at him happily and nod. "Just for you, big guy" Wrecker laughs and looks at your gift with a heart swelling with affection. Crosshair, who is just coming into the room, asks, "What new toy have you discovered?" Wrecker happily presses the new Lula into his face. "Look what I got as a present! Look at it! Look! Look!" Wrecker rumbles amusedly, pressing the cuddly toy into the Sniper's face again and again. Crosshair rolls his eyes and tries to dodge. "You're amazed, aren't you?" rumbles Wrecker cheerfully, "Jealous?" Crosshair grumbles sarcastically, "Very"

Tech

Everything that is new and that he doesn't know or hasn't learned yet fascinates him. Tech watches you for a while and then tries it out for himself. His dexterous fingers and alert mind quickly get the hang of it. It becomes a shared hobby that you practice together in quiet hours, sometimes you talk, sometimes you just enjoy each other's presence in silence, smiling at each other from time to time. Tech is always happy to receive any gift, but especially those made with care and love. He uses every blanket, every scarf and everything else you crochet for him only too gladly and with pride. He has someone by his side who cares about him, and these little gifts show that clearly for all to see. Tech really enjoys that.

Crosshair

Don't be fooled by his critical look, you should know by now that he almost always looks like this. His eyes follow the movements of your fingers with interest. Maybe he'll ask you a question or two about where you learned to do this, for example. However, he doesn't like to share your attention, not even with objects, so he may try to distract you from time to time because he wants you to engage with him. Sometimes he's a bit like a child who needs your attention. But in quiet moments he will sit with you, let you lean against him and watch you calmly. You know he's not the type for blankets, cuddly toys or scarves. So you've crocheted him the CF99 emblem with his name on it using the finest wool. As he accepts the gift, he looks at you questioningly and a little surprised. " I want you to always carry something of mine with you," you say gently. A smile twitches at the corners of his mouth as he tucks it under his armor. Since that day, he always carries the emblem with him, no matter where he goes.

Mayday

The moments you can enjoy in peace, you often have your legs tangled together while you crochet, covered with several of your homemade blankets, snuggled up together. Barton IV is a damn cold planet. Mayday likes to watch you and chat with you while you crochet. He is happy about every gift, scarves, gloves, hats, sweaters, because as I said before, it's damn cold on Barton IV and the Empire doesn't take very good care of its clones. His brothers also enjoy the little gifts you give them. You feel so sorry for the men who have to freeze so much at work every day. Mayday's heart is always beating faster when you crochet something new for him or his men. "You have far too soft a heart," he says gently. You smile and say, "Only because you keep it so nice and warm every day"

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hi darling!~ (I'll immediately stop calling you that if you don't like it/don't feel comfortable lol) Lately your girlies been obsessing over the song 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa that's been going BADSHIT popular on tiktok so I thought I'd spill some thoughts~

Teacher!Vil X Yandere(ish)!Student!Yuu

Summary : Yuu who grew up with a bad father and gained heavy daddy issues gets attached to her teacher after he starts giving her the fatherly love and care she never got, always being nice and checking up on her. at first it's a simple silly crush on her teacher but after time it blooms into an obsession where she starts lusting after him and craves constant validation from him. In her eyes he's the perfect guy, he's older and has more experience, he could never treat her wrong. even though he may be colder from time to time she believes he has a soft spot for her. Poor Yuu when the teacher who she fell so madly inlove with doesn't return her feelings and begins distancing himself from her.... Or will he?..

(Your ending <3)

Surprise me sweetheart ♡

-Prev. 🥀🦋 / Now 🎋🪭

I really like that song, might become my newest obsession... 🖤🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Teacher Vil Schoenheit x Obsessed Student Reader 

Vil definitely has that aura of an unbiased but caring mentor much like Crewel. He’s confident and quaint, praising you in any capacity thrills most who receive it. Granted it’s sprinkled with underlying insults and a general lack of faith. But for someone like you, who can barely get your own father to even look at you it means so much more:

So of course you’ll obsess over him 

Putting him on a pedestal you’re willing to do anything for 

Study and pass his class

Tell on all the naughty potatoes in class

Even framing the professor he’s wanted gone since the beginning

“Well done.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, I’m quite pleased you’ve proven to be more helpful than the other useless potatoes.”

“T-thank you M-Mister Vil!”

He doesn’t stop you or even act like he doesn’t reciprocate

A few light touches

A kiss or two

A nibble of the ear

Your friends warn you  when they realize the love of your life is the degrading teacher of etiquette 

“This isn’t a good idea…(Y/n) he’s like much older than you.”

“So? That just means he has experience!”

“He’s thinking about retirement!”

“Early retirement!”

“Nooo!”

Nothing really stops you from your newfound love 

That is until he crashes the illusion himself 

“Oh~Roi du Poison, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for the misguided doe?”

“Please, they’re just a tool I’m sharpening. A potato I’ve decided is worth polishing…for the time being.”

It destroys you

What meaning of life is there if he doesn’t even care about yours

You stop showing up to school

You won’t leave your room

“Where is (L/n)?”

“Pft wouldn’t you like to know!”

“We’re not telling you. You don’t deserve to even speak to them.”

“Fine if that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll give your regards to them.”

“What?!” “Wait!” 

Unbeknownst to you Vil is very much in love with you 

But what did you expect?!

That he’d admit to actually being just as obsessed if not more so than you

He figured the best way to keep you close enough was by taking advantage of your emotional flaw

And while he wasn’t wrong, 

he realized the way it’s been going is all too risky

Nosy obstacles friends of yours, suspicious coworkers, gossiping potatoes

It’s just too risky so he’ll promptly resign putting time and energy into his former hobby

Taking the world by storm he’ll disappear

Giving you the so-called space you want so badly

But he’ll be watching

Watching as you mend yourself together only to fall apart again with every new tragedy

Your grades suspiciously slip

Your house is going to be foreclosed

Your father disappears one evening becoming a missing person’s case

And finally, your dear poor friends suddenly die

Catching some sickness after investigating something they refused to tell you about in  the forest

It’s there, where you’ve graduated and are at your lowest once again that he makes his move

“It’s been a while, (L/n).”

He’ll skew the events that day claiming the doe was someone else or that it was all a cover

And like that, he’ll slither back into your heart with his leash fully keeping you within his grasp

“For all that trouble, (Y/n) you’re irrevocably mine.”

[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

⋆ ₊☽˚𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼˚☾₊ ⋆ 

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : you and coryo had gone through hell and back, you've been together and far apart yet you could never find the courage to say how you truly feel for him. so, you wrote them into letter form, but you never sent them. and so what happens when one mr. snow finds each and every letter only to realize that it's too late?

𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : written in letter form from the readers perspective, talks of jealousy and sad feelings, r is definitely from the capitol, self blame, kinda sorta depression, angst, deceit, suicide, coryo finally responds

𝓪/𝓷 : so here’s part three!! I’m ngl I cried writing this and I KNOW people were asking for a happy ending but I’m just gonna tell y’all now that this is angst NO/VERY LITTLE COMFORT! I just had to do it so here ya go! enjoy 😊!

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 | 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽

⋆ ₊ ☽ ·˚𓍲⋆ 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 ��𓍲˚· ☾ ₊ ⋆ Dear Coriolanus,

Time ticks on and on as does life; but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt and it certainly doesn't mean that pain fades away with each passing day.

I heard from Mrs.Plinth that Sejanus was killed out in the districts. It must be so saddening knowing that your young son who had his whole life ahead of him died out in the districts all by himself. 

I wonder if you saw him die, what were his last words? 

Mrs.Plinth didn’t share much only saying that it was out in the districts and that she was very grateful that you were there for him. 

Yet it also hurts knowing that you upended the trajectory of your life all for Lucy Gray. 

What could she give you that I couldn’t?

People experience pain in such different ways. I remember when you got a cut when we were climbing trees in my backyard and you were stone faced acting like you were okay when I knew you weren’t. You hate blood and you especially hate pain and I know that. 

All of us do really, I too was only eight when the war ended. We all went through the pain of hunger every single day, some even committed heinous acts to survive that will haunt them forever. 

Some cower in terror and pain yet some rise above the pain. Some use that pain and anguish as a motivator to push forward and persevere. 

Like you. 

You know me, the runt of the litter. The forgotten one. Yet not by you, I know you would never forget me. 

Just like I’ll never forget you. 

Which is why it hurts so much to know that you still chose Lucy Gray over me. It still kills me when I think about my best friend, my first and forever love, who I’ve been through so much with choose a girl he’s just met over someone who's been on your side since day one. 

What did I do wrong? Was it something I said? What could she have that I don’t?

Life has quieted down I guess, school is the same old same old, just the same boring day one after another. The Capitol just seems so dreary and dull, there is constant gloom plaguing the sky.

I like to think it’s because you’re not here. My sun, my moon illuminating the dark dark sky, shining brightly amongst the stars that have long burned out.

I really do miss you Coryo,

Yours Truly

Coriolanus,

I heard from Tigiris you’re finally on your way home.

Is Lucy Gray with you?

I wonder if she’s holding your hand at the very second, comforting you about coming back to the home you call hell. Have you told her about your life in the Capitol, I wonder?

Is she truly your home now, Coriolanus?

It seems everyone around me is finding what their lives were missing. Money, power, glory. Yet there is this hole in my heart and my life in the shape of you. 

I will never find home.

Many people say that home is where the heart is or that home is a person or idea rather than a physical place and they’re right.

Because my home will forever be you, Coriolanus.

And it rips my chest apart to know that I will never be able to go home because a pretty little bird has decided to peck her way into my home and build a fragile little nest. It hurts even more to know that you protected that nest.

Are there little birdies tweeting in that nest now?

I wonder if you have Sejanus’ stuff. You really were that boy's best friend, you know that Coriolanus?

Just like how you were my best friend. Before the war, before Celmensia, before Sejanus, before Lucy Gray.

But hey, you’re finally on the way back to the Capitol, right?

You’re finally coming back home to me.

I truly do hope I am the first one you call.

Love,

Your Darling awaiting your call

To Coriolanus Snow,

My grave has been long set for I dug it. I have made my bed now, I must lie in it.

By the time you read this I will have already been long dead. The ache in my chest drove me to it, the numbing hole that consumed my being was no longer tolerable.

My head was drowning in anger, sadness, love. All for you my dearest Coriolanus. 

I find myself writing as if there is tomorrow yet I truly do know that there won’t be a future for me. 

I’ve reread every single unsent letter I have written for you and the gaping hole in my chest grows larger with every word I read for I know deep in my soul that I will never be able to go back in time and tell myself that it’s all worth it because I’m ow that it isn’t. 

It’s ruining my life, Coriolanus, please do not think less of me for it. 

My body has been battered and bruised all my by my hand, my mind plaguing my sanity, my memories, with fields of death and despair. I find now that I find solace and comfort in the thought.

I have dropped out of school, not that anyone would have noticed. I stopped sketching too, you know. It’s just that whenever my pencil touches the page all my hand seems to be able to draw is your face. My sketchbook has been filled with sketches of your face, your eyes, you at that reaping ceremony, you when you went to visit Lucy Gray in the Capitol zoo. All you.

I cant take it anymore Coryo, my heart can’t take it anymore. 

My mind is plagued with images of your beautiful face, your smug smiles, your laughs where you hide those gorgeous hydrangea blue eyes of yours, the look on your face when I hugged you for the last time. 

I replay that moment in my head, constantly. I seemingly can’t stop thinking back on that moment and think about what I could have said or could have given you to make you stay. 

I would have done anything to have you stay, to have you be mine. 

To have you love me back. 

It’s a fickle thing, love. Fragile, yet powerful. It can make one go mad yet it can also ground you. It can drive you to murder for someone yet it can also motivate you to step in front of a bullet for someone. 

It can also motivate you to live or cause you to die.

Some find love a nessecity to live while some find it the reason for their demise. 

My dearest Coriolanus, I’m so terribly sorry. Yet I cannot help but akin love to a hardship. A pain, a pain that no matter how many dates I go on or how many men I flirt with that this pain will not go away. 

I really tried, Coryo, I really did. I tried so hard to move on, to love someone else even when I know a hole is where my heart is and you and only you hold that missing piece. 

I love you Coriolanus Snow. 

I love you Coryo. 

I love you. 

I’ve loved you every minute of every single day of every single month of every single year ever since we were young. It may have been youthful play love but it shifted as the moons do. 

I love you in every memory, every letter, and every dream that we meet. I love you in every minute and my love will forever live on in the velvety petals of pure white roses and pillowy hydrangeas. 

I’ll love you, no matter what, every day, every hour, every minute, every year, for the rest of my life.

I’ll forever love you, even when I’m no longer here.

I forgive you my love, forever and always. 

My only hope that you’ll forgive me.

My last wish is that you finally receive all those letters I wrote to you as a naive and young girl and look back that even now, I’m still me.

I’ll love you forever,

Your Dearest Darling Dead

tagging! @lonely-dreamer

thanks so much for the support and love on this series, it really does mean a lot to me and I hope to see you on the epilogue!

[harusaki-hugo]

Beloved Heart

Pair: Jing Yuan x gn! nine tail fox! Reader

Fandom:Honkai!Star Rail.

Tags: Fluffy, seriously reader have fluffy nine tails, married couple , romantic, they already a lovers? Wow, Jing Yuan like playing with reader tail, Reader is a badass who always kick Jing Yuan, Yangqing about to get adopted.

Extra: yeah, I play both Genshin impact and Star rail. But in star rail I maining Qingque instead of IL Dan Heng or Blade (they mostly weakness breaker lmao).

"Are you sure you can carry all of that?"

Jing Yuan asks as he looks down at Yangqing who is carrying books and documents that the boy insists that he can carry all of it. Nodding his head seriously Yangqing smiled at the general, "Yes! I can do it!"

The general nodded his head, "Very well, but be careful." With that, both of them start climbing up the stairs but due to the huge amount of documents and books he's carrying Yangqing almost stumbles on the steps as he can't barely see it.

"Ah!" His eyes widen when he misses a step causing his whole body to tilt backward, Jing Yuan turns around when he hears Yangqing yelp but he is too late to realize that the boy now falling down the stairs.

"Yangqing!!" The general tried to reach out for him but missed by an inch, Yangqing closed his eyes as he expected the pain to come but instead of a hard, cold floor, he fell on top of something..

"... fluffy?"

It's almost like a soft bed, no, almost like he lying on top of clouds with how fluffy and soft it is. And on top of that, the thing that he fell onto smelled nice.

"Oh my~ are you okay?"

Yangqing snaps open his eyes when he hears a voice, he moves around and realizes that the one that broke his fall is nine [color] tails underneath him. He quickly scrambled away when he realized that he had just fallen on top of someone's tails.

Getting back to his feet, Yangqing turned around to apologize to the tails owner when he saw that all nine tails shrinking before revealing their owner. "Oh dear, better be careful next time~" It's a foxian, who has nine tails, something that he had never seen before.

You chuckle softly when you see the awed in the boy's face, watching his eyes flicker towards your fox ears and your nine fox tail behind you.

"Yangqing! Are you okay?!" Jing Yuan calls out for the boy as he rushes down the stairs, looking at Yangqing with a concerned expression and when he sees that his apprentice is fine he lets out a relieved sigh.

"Thank you for help-"

Before he can finish his words you suddenly raise your leg and kick the general in the stomach causing him to double over in pain.

"Eeeeeeeh?! General!!!"

Yangqing quickly rushes toward his mentor's side to see if he is okay.

"Hello, darling. I heard what happens to Luafo when I'm gone." Those words cause Jing Yuan to let out a chuckle as he straightens up his body to smile at you.

"My love, you're finally back. how's your work?" Jing Yuan's smile widened as he spread his arms wide open before approaching you.

"as usual." The general wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body before he leans down and presses a small kiss on your lips.

Yangqing let out a gasp at this as his cheeks heated up at the public display of affection or more correctly the general kissing someone.

"General...who..who is that?"

Both of you and Jing Yuan look at Yangqing before the general introduces you to him.

"Ah, Yangqing. let me introduce yourself to my beloved spouse." He told the boy your name before he moved to your side, one arm still on your waist.

"Spouse...eh, you mean!! You two are married?!"

Yangqing looks at you and Jing Yuan with wide eyes causing you to chuckle softly. The boy then quickly bowed his head and introduced himself to you.

"My~ how cute you are." You lean away from Jing Yuan, much to his dismay, and approach Yangqing. Grabbing his hand you smile gently at the boy before suddenly saying;

"You can always call me [mama/papa]!"

This causes him to look at you with disbelief eyes, "w-w-what?!" Jing Yuan let out a small laugh before patting the boy on the shoulder.

"Then he need to call me father?"

"W-wait, general?! Eh? Huh?!"

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

I have a fic request…a new racer enters (or an NPC gone rouge) and immediately starts taking a liking to Caine and giving him all the attention he ever wants…he doesn’t realize he’s neglecting Pomni and isn’t spending time with her anymore…When he finally does have time to spend with Pomni, she ignores him and runs off to her room sobbing…he then realizes how much he hurt her and how he needs to make things right, because he truly does love her

ATTENTION SPAN

A RACEWAY AU ONESHOT

WARNING: hurt/comfort, jealousy, angst

~~~

"Congratulations on becoming a racer, Loo!" Ragatha cheered.

Loo adjusted her hot pink gloves over the stark white tracksuit with pink stripes down the sides. She gave a twirl, feeling stylish and ready to race. "Thank you, darling! And thank YOU." She pointed to the floating Racemaster.

Caine looked behind him, realizing a second too late that she was talking to him. He pointed to himself. "Hm?"

Loo laughed. "Yes, you, silly. Thank you for letting me be part of the races! It's going to be so much fun! You did a wonderful job on this suit, by the way. Very-" She swings her long leg up into the air and braces it against the wall. "Flexible."

Ragatha just about fainted. Caine bashfully tugged his collar. "It wasn't anything, really. Tracksuits are pretty easy to make. I'm glad you like it, though. Welcome to the races!"

Pomni was a silent witness to all of this, and didn't think anything of the interaction. Loo was cool and more competition was always welcome.

~

It was after Loo's first race that Pomni thought things were starting to get weird. Loo came in fourth but celebrated like she had won gold. While there was nothing inherently wrong with that, Loo was a bit...heavy handed about her fun time on the track. She was practically gushing about every detail.

Caine had never been so proud of a track in his life. He almost couldn't believe the praise. "You're being too nice to me....but I won't stop you."

"Heehee! Well, the looping track that rotated into the ball pit? Inspired. That's probably been my favorite mechanic so far." Loo rambled on about each track piece, even if she didn't have much to say about it.

Pomni just rolled her eyes. "Okay, Caine was getting the praise hea always wanted. Good for him or whatever. It's not a big deal." She tried to talk away the burning jealousy that started to brew.

~

Loo talking Caine up after every race became a regular thing. Pomni could no longer deny the hurt when SHE would win a race, but Caine would only stick around long enough to give her the prize and leave. He had important project discussions with Loo to get to.

"Wait, I thought I was helping you with tracks?" Pomni asked, concerned.

"You have! But Loo has been giving me some really great feedback and I have a few adjustments to make. Shouldn't be long!" Caine vanished without giving Pomni a chance to respond.

No one's ever assisted Caine other than her. What he was happier with her..? Intrusive thoughts of heartbreak wormed their way into her mind.

~

The final straw was a missed date. Caine had promised to make up for missed time, but...he never showed up. Pomni knew where he was. His workshop. Likely getting lost in Loo's attention. She didn't care anymore. If Caine found someone better to be around, who was she to stand in his way. She retreated to her room, locking the door and refusing to answer to anyone.

That night, Caine returned Loo to the garage after a project ran late. "Sorry to get you back here so late. I didn't expect the booster generator to short out like that. I hope Ragatha isn't upset that I kept you busy."

"Don't worry about a thing, dear. Ragatha is very understanding. Besides, we're going to have a picnic date after tomorrow's race, so I can make it up to her then. Have a good night!" Loo left towards Ragatha's room.

"Goodnight! Have fun on your date!" He rested his hands on his hips. He was so happy to be in good graces with even more racers. Maybe things were getting better after all. His racers were such good spirits, they were finding romance like him and Pomni. "Wait... weren't we supposed to... OH SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA!!"

Caine flew up to Pomni's room and knocked repeatedly. "Pomni? Pomni?? You in there?? Po-"

Pomni threw open the door, her face contorted with anger and stained with tears. "What the [%$#!] do YOU want? Get bored of your new girlfriend already?"

"My new-?? No! Pomni, I'm so sorry I missed our date. It completely slipped my mind. Loo and I were-"

"Oh, I know exactly what you were doing. Spare me the [%#$!] details." Pomni hissed and tried to slam the door on Caine's face.

Caine held the door open. "Pomni, wait! She was just helping me design a new track feature! It really wasn't supposed to take that long! The glitches have gotten worse. Frustrating, at the very least."

"What a convenient excuse." Pomni said coldly.

Caine felt like she just stabbed him. "I really am sorry. Please, let me make it up to you. I beg of you."

"It's not just the date, Caine. You've been straight up ignoring me. Loo has you wrapped around her little finger because she strokes your ego. Did you design her to do that? Feed into your insecurities? Get out of my door, Caine. I don't want to see you right now."

Caine's eyes twitched subtly. "If that's what you want..." He backed off and let Pomni shut the door. He stared at her insignia for a long while. He didn't know what to do with himself. How has he let it go so far out of hand?

Pomni leaned against her door and sank to the floor, curling her knees to her chest. She didn't mean to tear into him so hard, anger and jealousy poisoned her words. She stayed there the whole night, unable to sleep.

~

Caine kept his distance from everyone. It was like the races were before Pomni showed up. He announced a race. A race was run. Humans to the garage. He has gotten too close and it hurt, but he was still determined to find a way to at least smooth things out with Pomni.

Caine brushed off compliments from Loo. She really was heavy handed with them...was Pomni right? HAD he made someone overly complimentitive? He didn't mean to.

He missed Pomni terribly. Not just her words; but her laugh, her banter, her cleverness. She wasn't just someone that told him things he wanted to hear. She was a person. She has her own fire that warmed his closed soul. Don't even get him started on her touch. Her kiss could send him spiralling into the void if he wasn't careful.

~

Caine hovered alongside Pomni as she walked away from the day's race. "Congratulations on second place, you REALLY gave Jax a run for his money."

Pomni ignored Caine. She still wasn't feeling particularly social.

Caine flipped over Pomni's head and flew backwards, upside down in front of her. "Come on, I'm trying here. I really want things to go back to the way they were between us. Loo is a friend. Those are good, right? She was never meant to replace you or anyone else."

Pomni stopped walking, glaring into Caine's pleading eyes. "You expect me to just let go of what you did?"

"Well-"

"Look, as much as I appreciate the effort here, I'm still mad at you."

"How can I make you un-mad at me?" He asked genuinely.

Pomni sighed. "Not letting your need for constant praise override our relationship, for one. I get that you work hard on these tracks, I really do, but understand that everyone here is...tired. Tired in ways you won't understand."

"...Are you tired of me?" Caine asked quietly.

Pomni's stubborn resolve broke. "No. I didn't even want to say those things to you...you just...what you did hurt me..."

Caine righted himself, taking Pomni's hand with both of his. "I never meant for that to happen. You mean more to me than anyone or anything else in this world. I'm in love with you Pomni. Empty words could never take me away from you. I'm sorry I got so distracted."

"It's okay for you to hang out with Loo, really. You two got along so well. Just, don't forget about me."

Caine cupped her cheek and leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "Never."

Pomni threw her arms over his shoulders and pressed a long kiss to his bottom teeth. Caine caught her in his arms and kissed her back.

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : steamed?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Dear scrambled eggs,

I kissed someone on new years. I kissed that model I was talking about in my last letter on new years. Oh my god. I'm like. I don't know I'm like going through it right now. But you know what happened to me?? I FORGOT TO GET THEIR NUMBER. Sorry, I know I don't usually write like this but I'm so mad at myself for completely missing her number. Ugh...

I've decided to draw fireworks to indicate that it's the new year. I hope you had fun on new years as well. Maybe you were with your best friend? Tell me more about it, will you? I realized very quickly after leaving with my two friends that day that I have like no friends. Are we friends? I'm guessing yes since you're... well, giving me love advice and whatnot.

Other life updates... I've been home with my dog a lot more often lately. He's called Sunny. He's a golden retriever. I've had people tell me that he looks just like me, and, well, obviously because he's my son. I'm his dad, who else would he look like? (joke (am I using this right)). My manager told me to take the week between christmas and new years off, and a handful of days off in the beginning of January off. I have a shoot in a little bit, but it's less of a modeling shoot and more of a... face-modeling gig? I'll be the face model of a game or something. Sounds a little familiar, but oh well.

Okay, back on the topic of that model. I didn't get to bond with her but in the blurred memories of my drunk self, I did get to kiss her. quite passionately too. Like, I was fully hunched over her on the couch or something. And get this, she called me sugarlips. sugarlips. Crazy! Does that mean I was a good kisser? Okay, my rationality is telling me that it was just because she was drunk or whatever, but she picked me so that's gotta count for something.

Ugh, what is this? A stereotypical high school romance? I'm not a teenager anymore. I really gotta get my life together and start having my manager book more. Maybe I'll see them— I mean, I gotta forget about them, obviously.

Thank you for the stickers! One of the dogs look eerily like Sunny, so I'm sending you two polaroids of him. I hope you don't mind that he's the one I'm sending this time. I keep all of my cameras on me at all times, so maybe I'll send you a photo of Ada if I ever get the chance.

look forward to your next letter, Christmas

True to his word, Leon is back to modeling back and forth as soon as his little break ends. He meets new models, small talk easy on his lips as he makes acquaintances. He finds that it's not all that hard to talk to people, and he's sure it has to do with the fact that he's no longer someone who prefers sticking to the shadows. Well, he wouldn't have been able to get far if he did in the modeling industry. He still needs to meet Ada.

"Oh, Leon, was it?"

Leon jumps in his skin at the sight of Ada with the same dots on her face as him.

"A-Ada! I'm honored you remember my name." Well, there goes his cover or a normie.

Ada laughs, waving her hand. "Did you get scouted for this too?"

"Yeah." He mumbles. "I don't know what to expect from this."

"Well, neither do I, so... we'll tough through this together?"

"Please take care of me." Leon nods.

"I can't take care of you if I don't know what's going on either." Ada laughs lightly, turning her head as she spots a familiar sight in the crowd. "Oh, found them."

"Are you..." Leon follows her gaze and spots you of all people, and he blinks. "Friends?"

"Something closer than that." Ada nods, waving. "See you around, rookie!"

Leon nearly has a heart attack at the first half of his undercover twitter username. No, there's no way she knows — and, while he's calming his heart, he barely notices the way you step up to him, brow raised amusedly as he jumps in his skin.

"Ah, so that's where your eyebrow ends." You blink at his face, humming slowly as you map it out with your eyes.

Leon blinks back at you, holding his breath from your proximity.

"Sweetheart, the poor man isn't breathing."

You take a step back at Ada's words, continuing to blink at his face, and Leon wonders if you even remember that you kissed on new years.

"Hey, do��"

Ada cuts in, smiling at Leon, and Leon wonders if it was on purpose. "Wanna say hi to Luis and Wesker? They're here too."

"Oh, god, yes!" You gasp, turning on your heel, waving bye to Leon before skipping after Ada.

Was that... was that on purpose?

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[beezusvreeland]

dear reader - chapter 5

summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader

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Chapter 5

“Look! If it isn’t the newest british member of our group!”, Hobie pointed as you approached your regular table at The Bar. 

You were hesitant to come in the first place. The thought of Miguel showing up at any moment made you anxious, not knowing what to expect — or, more realistically, trying not to expect a damn thing. 

“Hey, mate!”, you put your best scottish accent on as you gave your friend a tight hug. You missed your friends, dearly. Since you used your time abroad to do a digital detox, you had only talked to them here and there, with the exception of Gwen. 

She hugged you as soon as Hobie let go of you. “I missed you so much!”, Gwen said, squeezing you and then taking a step back to look at you. “Looking good, huh? Edinburgh treated you right.”

You smiled at her and Hobie poked your arm, with a smirk on his face. 

“Let’s see if you really learned something at that place. Tell me, love, what is the best thing to come out of Glasgow?”, he raised his eyebrow, certain that you wouldn’t know how to answer it. He was so wrong.

Stepping closer to him, you grabbed the unopened bottle of beer Hobie was holding and, with a smug expression, said: “The train to Edinburgh”. 

“Whoa!!!”, Hobie stood up and gave you another hug, jumping to celebrate you. Both you and Gwen laughed at his excitement. “That’s my girl!”

“You cut your hair.”

“Pav! We were waiting for you”, Gwen said. 

“I did, buddy, what do you think?”, you put your hands through your hair. 

Still looking stunned, he walked slowly towards you, analyzing your cut. “I should be furious you let someone else cut your hair…But you look fantastic!”, he faked out, finishing with a huge smile that showed his perfect white teeth. You hugged each other.

“It was an extraordinary circumstance, I would never do that to you if there wasn’t the need for it”, he nodded as you said it in his ear. 

“I’m so happy you’re back!”, Pav combed a lock of your hair with his fingers. “I have some products to recommend now that you have a new length.”

“I didn’t expect any less of you.”

“Oh, the gang is all here!”, Foggy stopped by the table as he greeted some of the customers. 

“Except for Miguel…have you guys heard from him?”, Pav asked and Gwen and Hobie shook their heads. You tried to ignore the concerned look your best friend gave you, focusing on your beer.

“And you are back!”, Foggy put his hand on your shoulder. “How was Scotland?”

“A dream”, you gave a sincere answer. As you raise your bottle, you realize it’s empty. Foggy did too.

“Come with me to the bar, I should give our favorite writer a drink of her choice…on the house”, he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and got up, as your friends complained that they should get free drinks too.

“So, what’s gonna be?”, Foggy was already at the other side of the counter, which he cleaned using the rag on his shoulder. 

“Wait. Really? I thought you were just messing with them.”

“Two rabbits, one stone”, he chuckled. “What can I get you?”

“A dry martini would be nice”, you shrugged. 

“Very fancy.”

“Oh, you know, I just got back from Europe”, you put your hand on your forehead dramatically, making him laugh.

Even though The Bar had become a hotspot, with several employees making and serving drinks and food, Foggy never stopped doing groundwork. He had the business side of things to run too, but still helped his staff and made sure to be present for his clientele. You really liked that about him.

“So, word on the street is you are very fancy but also single. Is that right?”, his question surprised you.

“Well…yeah. Which street is that?”

“Pav.”

“Oh, right.”

“The thing is, I have a friend who I think you’d really like”, Foggy said, as he mixed liquids with his gear. 

That surprised you even more. It was nice of him to think of setting you up though. You survived the past few years with only a couple of dates with weird guys you met on Tinder and an intense pining for Miguel O’Hara. You wonder if other opportunities of meeting new people would have come up if you weren’t so focused on him. If you had been just like him — sleeping around with whoever you wanted, without any concern for attachments or people’s feelings whatsoever —, you probably would be at a different point in your life. Maybe even met someone great and lived together, a crib or two for the creatures who were made from both of you. 

“I’ve known him for my entire adult life and he has always been a great friend to me. To Karen too, they worked together for a while before she started working at the paper.”

You remembered a conversation you had with Karen once, where she told you her boss at the law firm had encouraged her to pursue her passion for journalism, that without that, she probably would have never found purpose in her career. 

“If he is so great…How is he still single?”, you take the beautiful glass of martini Foggy offers you. “This looks amazing, thank you!”

“You are welcome”, he nodded. “He has focused a lot of his time and energy into building his firm and helping people. Now he is at a point where he can finally work normal hours and have a personal life.”

“Okay…you can give him my number. I can’t promise anything, but I’m willing to talk to him based on your pitch.”

Foggy clasped his hands and took his phone out of his pocket. “That’s great! It’s going to be great!”

“Are you already texting him?”, you chuckled.

“Already did, now I’m telling Karen, she can’t wait to see Matt finally going on an actual date.”

***

Miguel was running late, but he had a good reason, he thought: he wanted to find the book you wrote about in your column, the one you gifted him on his birthday. He had moved furniture, taken things out of his closet and raided his home office but, so far, nothing. He hadn’t been able to think of anything else since he read about it. It was frustrating because Miguel remembered receiving the box, but you were right, he never opened it. And he had no fucking idea of where it was. 

At first, anger was what moved Miguel in his pursuit. He wanted to find the book and shove it on your face, it was just a stupid little thing, you were being way too dramatic about it. But the anger was soon replaced by sorrow. To think you put it all together, wrote everyone’s stories, including your own and even had it printed, was devastating. It was such a thoughtful thing to do. You had always been so thoughtful, with everyone, but it felt like especially with him. There were several instances of him casually mentioning something he had to buy or a shore he had to do and, months later, you would give him what he needed or showed up to help him. And all he gave you was a box of chocolates. 

He didn’t have it in him to say it out loud, but he was just so embarrassed. Miguel knew he was a good looking guy and, since he was a teenager, he became used to not having to make much effort. People liked beautiful people. People liked doing things for beautiful people. It was ridiculous, he now realized, but it had never dawned on him that he had to give in order to take. He had no idea how to do that. 

Frustrated with himself, he decided it was better to meet the group at the bar empty handed instead of not going at all. Miguel wanted to know if things were okay between the two of you. You never answered his email or the other texts he sent you trying to start conversations — Just watched the new Transformers, thoughts? Hey, what’s the name of that place with the dumplings? Gwen showed me a picture of you in front of a castle, is it the one where Queen Mary lived? You've always talked about it, I hope you had a great time . 

Miguel’s eyes searched for you as soon as he stepped inside the bar. He spotted Gwen’s blonde hair, then Hobie and Pav. His stomach started turning, something that rarely happened to him, at the thought of being too late or you not showing up at all. In his head, he had it all figured out: meeting in person, the two of you would reconnect through inside jokes, all would be good and the uneasiness inside his chest would go away. 

The plan went out the window when Miguel finally spotted you walking from the bar to the table with a martini in hand. You looked different. The same, but different. For starters, he was pretty sure you had done something to your hair. But it wasn’t just that. There was something about your walk, you stood straight and didn’t look down at any point. You almost looked taller that way. A guy nearby took his eyes out of the game on TV to check you out. Miguel didn't like that one bit.

“Hello, your grace, fancy of you meeting us here”, Hobie stood to shake Miguel’s hand, who gave him and Pav quick hugs. 

“Sorry, I lost track of time”, Miguel said.

“Shocker”, Gwen pointed, giving him a side hug.

And then there was you. Did he ever stare at you for longer than a few seconds? Because there was no way he never noticed how big your eyes were. Or how pink your cheeks got when he got closer. The effect he had on you…Miguel was way too aware of it now. He knew a lot of information about your feelings and secrets, even though the writing on your column was never meant for him to read. You were so sure he wouldn’t take interest in you or your work that you were pretty open about your life, even in anonymity. Would he even know how to act around you like he didn’t know so much about you? Miguel had to get out of his own head.

“Hi”, he said, not knowing what to do with himself. “You are back.”

“Yep, at the bar with you losers once again”, you shifted your gaze to the rest of the group. Miguel noticed it. He felt a little weird about it all, you didn’t even give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek, like you always did. 

“First you cut your hair with a stranger, now this”, Pav complained, clearly as a joke. “You offend us, my friend.”

So you cut your hair. That was it, it used to be long. Miguel had always liked it that way, even though he had no idea how or why he even had a preference in the first place. However, you looked great with your new do. He could see more of your face that way. 

“Sorry, Pav, I’m starting to feel all of the exhaustion and crankiness from the jetlag.”

“Apology accepted”, Pav winked at you. 

“I think this is my cue”,  you got your purse and stood up from the table. 

“No! Already?”, Gwen pouted. “I still wanna hear more about your scottish adventures.”

“Give me a couple of days to recover and organize my life back again and we’ll do it. Maybe brunch this weekend?”

“Ugh, Miguel hates brunch”, Pav groaned, looking at him. It was true that Miguel thought brunch was stupid: to him, people should either have breakfast or lunch and that was it. If the meal happened at any point in the morning, it was breakfast, after noon, it was lunch. It made a lot of sense to him.

“Lunch it is, then”, Hobie declared, looking bored. 

Miguel noticed that your eyebrows furrowed just a little bit. His friends actually enjoyed that stupid meal and you loved it. He had always been proud of being a contrarian, being so headstrong that the people around him had no other choice but to accommodate his needs. So much so, the group didn’t even start a discussion, it was easier to do whatever Miguel preferred.

The way Pav complained, your annoyed expression. You barely even looked at Miguel since he arrived and you were already leaving. Moved by the fear of making you even angrier at him, he said:

“I don’t mind brunch”.

The four friends all looked at Miguel at the same time. 

“Are you for real?”, Hobie was suspicious. 

“Yeah, I can eat breakfast things and not think about it”, Miguel shrugged. 

“Okay…”, Gwen was cautious, as if she was dealing with a wild animal. “Brunch on saturday then.”

“Sure, I really have to go now.”

Gwen and Pav gave you hugs and Hobie got up to escort you to the front of the bar, where he would have a smoke. 

“Bye, Miguel”, you finally looked at him. You were serious, but still polite. However, using his name after years of several nicknames was a low blow. It was intentional. His looks and charm wouldn’t be enough this time. He would have no other option but to deal with the consequences of his actions.

***

Dear reader, 

I am back and more inspired than ever. During the past few weeks, I have dedicated myself to make a dream of mine come true. And it did. Suddenly, it was real, not some fantasy I created in my head. That is really powerful, if you ask me.

Life has a funny way of bringing things together. I spent the past years wishing I could go on a nice date, preferably with the guy . That never happened, obviously. There had been a few encounters, mostly guys from dating apps that were looking for a one night stand. By the time I took a break, I had given up. I read way too many romance books growing up and it was all just fantasy, right? Well, things didn’t happen the way I imagined them, but maybe there is a little bit of hope left.

There are a lot of annoying “advices” people in relationships give single folks. There is the classic have you tried the dating apps ? Which is something only someone hasn’t had to use them to find love say. There is the you just need to put yourself out there . And, my personal least favorite, you will find love once you stop looking for it . These have something in common: they are meant to make the single person feel bad, like they are not doing enough. But I doubted these people weren’t looking for love or fully knew who they were when they met their partners.

All this to say that there are many elements that lead two people to meet and, if they are lucky, fall in love. Chance is one of them. Sometimes the circumstances are just right. Like a friend trying to set me up with a friend of his. He was sure we would get along, I allowed him to give his friend my number, fully thinking nothing would ever come of it. 

Then my phone started buzzing. It was him, the friend of my friend — let’s call him Charlie —, calling. Not texting, not DMing on Instagram, actually calling. He was nice, said he wanted to introduce himself and make sure that I wasn’t uncomfortable with our friend wanting us to meet. We talked for a little bit about how we met this friend we have in common and the neighborhoods we live in. Then he asked me out to dinner on saturday night and it was so smooth I said yes before even realizing what was happening. 

He called again a couple days later to confirm our date and ask if I liked italian food, because he knew a place. We haven't even met in person and he has already been more present than all my flings together.

I am trying my best to not put any expectations in it, it is nice to actually have this experience. You know, of being asked out and making plans together. Who knows what will happen, but it feels good to be excited for once. 

Until next week! And remember: never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

Love, 

The Writer

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The collectivel group of Yuus (an Exasperation of Yuus?) have been put through the wringer lately, might I suggest pranks at the expense of villainous embarrassment?

(Corvid Prompts is a writing prompt blog that has a lot of Hero/Villain/Vigilante story ideas. Many of which encourage writers to break out of a typical plot for such genres. I got this idea from them.)

Since they all work under the same League, what petty pranks would the villainous groups pull on each other for the hell of it?

Who would send a goat (or other farm animal) to another hide out to as a reminder to an unfortunate (but funny) goat related incident that happened in the past?

Another incident where during another League thing out of town/country where a pair (from different groups) had to pretend to be married to get out of a mess? What jokes are made for the lack of "wedding" and subsequent "divorce"?

Who fills the entire lair of a villain with plastic balls as disproportionate retribution for taking the last muffin?

You don't need to write anything, but just imagine the insanity? Can you imagine Yuu in any form just exasperated?

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

Well, Poison Queen’s already pulled the “prank” of attempted love potioning, though that did backfire rather spectacularly on him. Epel would like to say he’s good at pulling them, but Vil’s usually easily able to avoid them. He’s had much more luck with the other rookie minions though!

Rook pulls a prank every time he says he’ll fight White Neige.

Royal Flush would never be caught dead indulging in something as puerile as a prank!… But if he makes the appropriate suggestions to his minions and just so happens to leave plans for them around? Well. He can hardly control everything they do, now can he?

Ace and Deuce are the best at following those and tag teaming to ensure they work, while Trey and Cater specialize in innovating to cover any potential pitfalls. Ace also pulls pranks on Deuce and the rest of Heartslabyul regularly, but woe betide him when his seniors decide that he’s had enough fun, and team up with Deuce for some payback.

Leona loves stealing whatever he can get his hands on from his rival supervillains. If they have it, he wants it, for no other reason than ruining their day when they realize it’s missing. Unsurprisingly, “whatever he can get his hands on” usually ends up being “Yuu the Reporter”.

Ruggie has a very similar mindset, in that he’ll only pull a prank if there’s something physical he gets out of it in return. Usually food.

Jack will not mastermind pranks, because he is a Good Boi. Doesn’t mean he won’t join in on one someone else has thought up.

Azul considers himself too professional to “pull a prank” as the kids say, but he will gladly point Jade and Floyd at his inconveniences dear colleagues and watch the sparks fly.

Floyd has an abiding fondness for large quantities of anything small, plastic, and loud. Jade prefers noxious, brightly colored substances that are a pain to wash out of clothing or architecture.

Kalim is the master of accidental pranks! He genuinely doesn’t mean to get people soaking wet or make their food too spicy or tea too sweet! But if everyone is laughing, he’ll laugh with them!

Jamil doesn’t do pranks. Jamil does retaliation.

One of the small joys of Idia’s life is getting one over on these Luddite normies. If he just wants a quick pick me up, a virus that constantly plays an annoying song on loop or hides files is always a fun way to spend the day. If he’s feeling vindictive, mass ordering insects or livestock to be sent to their lairs is an old favorite.

Ortho will also gleefully participate in his Nii-san’s pranks!! They’re so fun!! However, if Idia hasn’t gotten enough nutrients or fresh air recently, Ortho’s not above pulling a prank or two of his own…

Malleus once tried to prank a NRC conference by balancing a bucket of water on the doorframe. He had no way of knowing that Yuu was going to be sneaking in to eavesdrop and would end up getting drenched.

Lilia isn’t allowed to prank anyone anymore. Not when his pranks verge on the level of psychological warfare.

It’s very, very rare, but Silver occasionally pulls pranks by falling asleep somewhere inconspicuous and summoning inconvenient wildlife to his location. No one ever suspects he can do it on purpose.

Sebek has tried to pull pranks before. He gets too impatient and always accidentally spoils it before the payoff.

Jade and Trey have had to fake getting engaged at least once in order to avoid getting found out as minions during a Fae Incorporated(TM) sponsored gala.

Trey has also had to pretend he was married to Rook in order to maintain cover at another, completely separate event.

Jade and Rook like to tease poor Trey about his “infidelity”. Floyd once tried to beat up Trey for his brother’s honor.

Trey still isn’t quite sure whether he was serious or not.

[greenerteacups]

I power read Lionheart months ago and it's been living in my brain ever since. In random moments, I see/think about your characters in the world around me. Like: a couple in the park holding hands? I start musing on your Draco's PDA thoughts. I remember the handholding moment as the Third Task started. I see a threadbare book in the thrift store? I wonder how fired up Hermione would be if someone asked her if wizards had an obligation to fix Muggle goods. If Reparo can fix a roof (and costs a witch nothing), should impoverished Muggles have to fight with their insurance company after a storm? On and on. I love it.

Thanks for opening up your asks for questions! Seriously, that's a badass move. There have been a few stressful moments in my life where--bing!--I check Tumblr and read one of your answers and I'm immersed in your HP world again, carefree and curious. <3

I have about a billion things I could ask/am curious about, but I'll restrain myself to two. This time. ;-)

Draco's mentioned once or twice that Harry & Ron don't understand him and Hermione. I was interested in that moment right before Draco follows Hermione to the Owlery. Harry stopped Ron from saying anything, and Draco recognizes that he's probably just as ignorant about Harry and Ron's friendship. So: 1) Is it too spoilery to ask what Harry (dear, sweet boy that he is) has noticed about Hermione & Draco? Does he think of them as one nerdbrain, or is he like Draco? Hermione? Weren't they married like, ages ago? I'm so fascinated by what others see when they look at Draco and Hermione because good GOD, what a power couple. And 2) Could you speak to Harry and Ron's relationship? Is Harry like, "Ron, you've gotta kill that Hermione pipedream," or is that topic irrelevant in the face of Quidditch gossip and less relationship-driven moments? Their (Harry and Ron) connection just seems so...necessary. It's beautiful.

I hope you're doing well! Thanks again for sharing such an immersive, gripping story with us.

Aw, this is so touching, thank you! I'll try to answer your questions as best I can without spoilers or breaching any rules on author-answer-ethics. Standard disclaimers: anything not in the text doesn't count, if I want you to believe something I have to give you a reason to believe it in the body of the fiction itself, and you're free to disagree with anything I say here. For the purposes of these types of questions, I'm basically just a fan who knows what the author had for breakfast this morning.

Harry knows that Hermione and Draco are... something. I think this comes through most in the arc of Book 4 where Ron separates from the group, and it becomes a tricycle of Draco, Hermione, and Harry. Harry is miserable, and it's not just because Ron leaves (although that's a large part of it); he's now in the position that Hermione occupies for most of the original series, where he understands very clearly that his other two friends, while both loving him very much, are First in each other's minds. He has a number of remarks that start to show his irritation with this, though he tries his best to be understanding — it is a similar dynamic to him and Ron, after all. (Fun story: I didn't realize until late in my drafting how much Hermione and Draco's dynamic echoes Harry and Ron in canon, from meeting on the train, the paying-for-candy moment, the Sorting, the class partnership, etc.)

All this to say that Harry looks at Hermione and Draco and sees a wall, in the same way that Draco looks at Harry and Ron and sees a wall. He doesn't understand it, but he knows that's deep water, and he knows he's usually better off not touching it. (Some of this comes through in Ron's conversation with Draco by the pumpkin patch; there's a blink-and-you-miss-it reference to "whatever the hell you and Hermione have got going on," along with a quick gloss on their weird pseudo-spiritual mind-meld connection, which was meant to give a glimpse into how the rest of Gryffindor sees them: eerily well-suited people with separately terrifying abilities who, when together, sail merrily off into their own universe of intelligence/plots-and-schemery and become a black hole of You Don't Want To Fucking Know. I sometimes amuse myself by thinking of Dean and Seamus giving the first years PSAs on Do Not Approach the Wild Swots In Action.) And he, like most of Gryffindor Tower, would have to be blind not to see how much they favor each other. They're always together. There's really nothing that they can do to hide it.

Which is probably why he pulls Ron back in the Owlery moment. He understands that what Hermione is dealing with is something that Draco, perhaps only Draco, can fix. She needs to hear a very specific kind of reassurance, and she needs to hear it from him. In the same way, when Hermione tried to calm Harry down before the plan to rescue Sirius in the third book, she failed miserably; they love each other intensely (they're siblings! the muggle-born twins!) but they're extremely different, and of all the Quartet dynamics, they're the ones who seem most at peace with that. Harry and Hermione's friendship works because they get what the other needs and they get that sometimes it's not them. (Harry more than Hermione, because she's still working on the concept of "sometimes people do not want my help" in general, but still.) There's a reason basically no one ever speculates about them being involved outside of a joke, because no one who knows them would think they could work romantically. They love each other, but they weird each other out, and they're content with that.

In contrast, Ron and Harry's friendship is more of the soul-bonded, life-partners, "he is more myself than I am" kind of friendship. Catherine and Heathcliff dig-up-the-corpse-to-lie-down-with-it type of shit. When Ron gets a death scare in the finale of Book 3, Harry goes fucking ballistic. Likewise with Harry's portkey fakeout in the end of Book 4 — Ron loses his shit. They are deeply, irrevocably attached to each other in an almost codependent way, which is the product of Harry's "first friend ever, like literally fucking ever, not nobody else, not one" situation meeting Ron's "first person who ever loved me as Ron and not so-and-so's brother" situation. So just as you put it, really: necessary and beautiful (and messy).

[echantedtoon]

Return Of The Heart

If you fall in love again after meeting someone especially after losing the first love, that doesn't get rid of nor replaces that love for the first. It just means the heart has more room to store all the love you have..So that's why does it pang with every beat with hope that the second love doesn't become lost too.

(This is inspired by the works of @sindysugar      Please check out their own works involving The Cat Returns. It's really good I promise.)

The night was young. Not even midnight yet..Yet the occupant of the home thought it'd be a good idea to get late work done with nothing to see by but a single lit candle and the silvery moonlight wafting in from the windows.

Scribble. Scribble. Scribble. 

The sounds of a feather pen against paper sounded out quietly from the middle of the small house. Literally working away as the clock ticked away from the wall. The ticks and tocks being the only sounds being heard other than the soft scribbling against paper.

"Baron, it's getting late. You should sleep." His friend had told him before also retiring for the night. "You look tired."

"I will. I just want to finish up the report on our latest case. The child was successfully returned to her parents."

"Yes. I can't believe such an well behaved little girl would just wonder off like that. Then again she was very young and didn't know better. Good thing she liked Muta enough to not let go of him until we figured out how to get her back." He chuckled at the memory. "It was rather funny to see him being made to play Teddy Bear...Baron?"

"Hm?"

"You seem to be spacing out. Are you sure you're not too tired? Surely measly paperwork can wait until morning."

"No, Toto. Im quite alright. You go ahead and head to sleep."

".. Alright, Baron. Just promise me you won't stay up all night."

"I promise."

Scribble. Scribble. Scrib-

The silvery light collided with the dancing gold of the flame in a beautiful glow making shadows dance against the walls and furniture. Reflection beaming off magnificent green eyes unblinking within the strange alluring mixture of darkness and lights. The motions of writing ceasing in their motions completely and the emotions taking over. The one whom was working stopping to set the feather back onto it's rightful pedestal and sitting there unblinking. The one who had the emotions stirring around from his mind and down to his heart. Those gorgeous eyes turned slowly, head turning to the darkened wall behind him as he sat as his desk. The area behind him was dark, and almost hard to see but he saw what the eyes were searching for.

A rectangular painting, portrait specifically, hanging upon the wall just behind him. The features hard to make out in the darkness and limited light but the figure's features unmistakable. White fur painted to look as soft as he remembered she felt. The most beautiful blue eyes that he could've sworn would look at him at any moment. A beautiful blue hat on her head and the prettiest of pink dresses adorning her frame and the quaintest of polite smiles on her lips. Frankly he didn't think the painting did the real person justice but it was a beautiful rendition. 

"Louise."

His first love. The one made for him. The one who was SUPPOSED TO BE his one and only. His ONLY one and only. They were made to compliment one another and he thanked their creator every day for gifting him not only life but the second most precious gift of all. His love. His life. His Louise. His heart broke every day since the day he realized that she wouldn't return to him. 

"I miss you very much. You know that. .. Don't you?" The painting did not answer. Honestly he didn't expect it too but talking to it... sometimes it felt like he was talking to her again and relieved some of that loneliness in his heart. "I love you still very very much, My Dear."

He had searched for so long..even before creating the bearuo and his own business. His old creator eventually passing and he ended up in the ownership of a quant little shop owned by a kind older man, a friend of said creator. It was a humble home for a while, and he met Nuts through there. A nice young lady even found inspiration for a story through him to which he was flattered but eventually he did leave the place of his own accord to search.

To search for her. He spent years searching high and low for his dear Louise very hard but nothing ever turned up. Eventually he stopped to create his own helping service but he was always open to the idea that someday she would come back into his life and they'd be complete again. He'd show her all of his accomplishments and have her meet his friends and show her the home they could live in together for the rest of their lives. A perfect little life. At least that was his ideal idea for a happy life...

Until-

"You know that. I loved you and I will always love you. I'll never stop loving you and if you were to walk into my life now I'll happily do nothing but love you more. But ...I must confess, my dear. I have grown to feel guilty."

The painting did nothing but smile at him patiently for an answer making him take in a shaking breath.

"I fear that I have come to love someone else... I'm sorry. I'm sure you probably wouldn't be angry with me. You were always so understanding of everyone even when that someone was screaming in your face you'd never get angry, but I can not help but feel guilty." Green eyes turned away from the painted blue ones too guilty to gaze at them any longer. "I'm so sorry, Louise."

If the painting could talk it would say that it was alright and she didn't blame him after so long. He knew that's what she would say with a smile on her face. 

"Is that where you are right now?" He looked at his clasped hands, ears pinned back against his head. "Are you settled down somewhere else with a new love? Maybe that's why I haven't seen you? Because you already moved on?...I would not fault you for doing that if you did." Those eyes closed. "It has been so long. I wouldn't even be angry. I'd love nothing more than to know that you were happy with someone you love even if it wasn't me, perhaps you even have a family now too. Perhaps you prefer not to go searching for the past when your present is so much happier. Not that I would fault you for doing that too. I'd still love you regardless if that did happen."

Again the house was quiet and nothing but the clock's ticks and his own tired sigh filled the space as a hand rubbed his face 

"Regardless I still can't help but feel guilty for how I feel now even if I couldn't stop it from happening. ...I think you would've liked her." Green eyes finally looked up at the blue eyes again. "Her name is Haru. She's quite a radiant young lady. She came back to visit us earlier this week even." A sad chuckle escaped his lips. "She baked Muta this very nice pumpkin bread and brought me a full inkwell the size of the chair I sit in. I won't be out of ink for quite some time now."

If it could the painting would've chuckled at him and asked him to elaborate more about the funny girl.

"Did I ever tell you how I met her? No I haven't. I don't think. It started last year when she happened to encounter the cat kingdom's Prince. Prince Lune himself. You see he was gathering a gift for his bride to be-"

He could've imagined how the painting would've responded if it could. Giggling at some parts of the recounted long tale while humming in interest at other parts until his story was long since completed. 

"She's doing fine now," he reassured. "She's having a very good time at a new internship and she even mentioned learning to play the violin. I haven't heard her play yet but she promised to bring her instrument next time she came back. You quite loved the instrument yourself I recall...I wish you both could've met each other. I'm sure you would've been such good friends. You two are similar but yet...so different from one another. Each one having your own beauty. ... Haru has grown so much as a person since that incident, I'm very proud of her self growth."

The painting still said nothing but the reassurance of the smile brought some comfort in the heart of his. Knowing that she would've been very happy for him regardless of everything.

"I know that I still love you and for what it's worth I always will. But the return of my heart does belong to another. I'm just happy to know that you would've been nothing but understanding, my Dear Louise."

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

BL Wrapped 2023

A little bit late, but I wanted to make sure to do this for my own records! I've watched so many shows now, it helps to have something down more formally to remember stuff.

A few notes:

This includes shows that started in 2022 and finished in 2023.

No shows that are currently still airing - how the ending lands is too critical for me.

There's some shows I know I'm going to love that I just haven't had time to see yet, so if there are any shocking absences, that's probably why.

Total # of QL watched: 37 (35 BLs, 2 GLs) (really looking forward to more GL offerings next year)

Favorite Thai shows:

Bed Friends

I was not the biggest fan of Cutie Pie, so entered this one with a fair amount of skepticism. But what a lovely surprise. Uea was such an incredible lead and so well-characterized, his trauma was handled seriously, and though there were occasional hiccups due to drama, overall King was such a respectful and supportive partner. And let's not forget the cat ears.

Laws of Attraction

What a ride this show was! I had not watched To Sir with Love, so had no familiarity with Jam or Film, but they were amazing here. The side couple of disaster muffin + loving bodyguard were pitch perfect, there were fantastic women characters who actually had significant roles in the story, and who can forget our wonderful chaotic Nawin? The story was compelling, the emotional points hit, and even when it leaned towards the ridiculous, it always remained aware of what it was.

My School President

I still remember watching the trailer for Our Skyy 2 and noticing two random dudes I had never seen before. Little did I know!

I don't have much to say except that this was pure charm from start to finish, and Fourth & Gemini were a delight. Pure comfort watch.

Unforgotten Night

I SAID WHAT I SAID! (and yes this aired in 2022, I was late)

Look, I know a lot of people thought of this purely as a trash watch, but it's so much more than that. I wrote a whole post on it. It was fantastic. I apologize for nothing.

Favorite Korean shows:

Our Dating Sim

I adored this show from start to finish. I could understand the motivations of both characters, I was deeply invested in their relationship, and they felt so utterly natural once they got together. 10/10, no notes.

Jun & Jun

This was a little messy at times, and missed an opportunity to lean more into D/s dynamics, but I really liked all the characters, the leads had great chemistry, and it was refreshing to see a Korean BL be more open about sexual desire in a relationship.

Favorite Japanese Shows:

The End of the World With You

This one could have easily gone off the rails. End of the world stories can be very tricky to pull off. But there was such a solid emotional core to the storytelling, and it kept such a hold of my heart.

My Personal Weatherman

One thing I think Japan does extremely well is stories about people who have extremely deep internal lives, but don't show much on the surface. As someone quite introverted, who keeps a lot of things on the inside, I relate a lot to this. This show did such a good job of showing how challenging it can be to communicate with those we love, and the rewards once you are able to break through and really understand each other.

Favorite Taiwanese Shows:

Kiseki: Dear to Me

Of course it's Kiseki. This series was amazing. I don't care we never really understood any of the mafia stuff, that was all set dressing for some of the best couple work ever.

Honorable Mention:

Midnight Museum

I will never stop calling this a BL. Some day GMMTV will realize that Gun has too much chemistry with other people to keep him only with Off. Also, we got Nanon playing evil, which was so sexy.

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Chapter 2: The Borrower and The Monster

First chapter here:

Tags: @the-ellia-west

I look up at the big human who found me, He can't be talking to me now, can he? Then I realize that there's nobody else but me and him.

The big human's name is Lumen, I think it's a weird name for a human, but it's also very nice.

The other human was really scary, and mean too.

Mr. Lumen's eyes were grey, like when the sky is cloudy before it rains, and also like cement, it makes me nervous that he is looking at me, But it also feels safe. Like someone was making sure I won't get hurt?

He looked weird, his face was wrapped, like a mummy, I don't remember anything but his eyes and face.

"Let's begin with something simple first, What's your name?"

His voice was all around me, I thought for a while if I should answer or not.

A borrower shouldn't reveal themselves, I already did but I shouldn't reveal more than that..right?

I don't trust you yet, you can't have my name.

I take steps away from the human, then I realize there is a wall behind me, so I hug myself and look away.

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She is being uncooperative, I wonder what Arsen did to her.

I stand up and walk around the room, trying to get my thoughts in order, until I was able to figure out something.

Perhaps if I fed her, she might talk? The more I think about it the more I feel that I'm interrogating a mouse or a feral kitten.

Regardless, I don't have any better ideas, so I walk to the kitchen cabinet and rummage through it, seeing what I can find.

My hands hit a carton box, and the familiar, lovely noise of plastic wrappers crinkles under my grip.

Chocolate cookies, my beloved.

I snatch one packet from the back and try to hide the box again, Arsen will fume at the idea of bringing such an unhealthy, sugar-packed snack to our apartment, but I deserve to satisfy my sweet tooth now and then.

I walk back to the glass cage, and I open the packet.

The little one perked up immediately at the noise, so I take one cookie and break a small piece for her, emptying the rest of the packet into my mouth. I made sure that no crumbs fell or stayed on my fingers.

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He..he ate the whole thing! Just like that!! His mouth is big..his teeth are so..sharp.. huge.

His fangs are as tall as me! Are all humans like that?! He...

He could eat me if he wanted to, I could fit right there and it won't take him a second.

I stay as far as I could from his hands.

He..did share with me though, he had so many chances to hurt me and he didn't, maybe he is just big like that? Maybe?

My heart and my brain are confused and are fighting, my brain says that I should run away or I will be hurt Or killed.

But my heart says that if he had this many chances to hurt me..eat me even..and he didn't, why would he now?

He also ate the whole thing, so it's probably not poisoned Or spoiled.

I take a mouthful of the thing he gave me.

Chocolate! I never get to eat it! The only time I ever had this was when papa brought it home once.

Mama..papa.

I miss them...

"May I have your name now, little miss?"

I look at him and I answer with my mouth full.

"Hmmm....Navarra!"

"Navarra?" He repeats.

"Yes! My name is Navarra!"

I see him smiling, a small smile but it's still a smile!

I did a good thing, right? He looks happy, so it means I did a good thing!

"You have a beautiful name, Navarra"

He said my name is beautiful! Maybe he IS a nice person if he is so polite to me.

"Where is your family? Your home?"

Oh..family.

I..I was with them this morning, and then..they came...they took away everyone.

My eyes hurt now, it hurts to remember, I want to cry, I shouldn't cry, I can't cry in front of a stranger..no..not now.

I try eating more, but I feel sick, And it hurts.

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I should have not asked that, I should have stayed quiet, now the poor girl is crying because of me.

"Oh dear, I apologize if it's something you don't want to talk about."

But it was too late, she already broke into tears, what shall I do? What do I do?

I tap my foot as I think of how do I calm the borrower down. I don't want to get too close so I won't scare her.

But she is so small, and fragile, and the urge to just keep her close to my heart and protect her was overwhelming me. She surely must prefer being somewhere warm instead of being in a cold hamster cage, right?

I open the cage and reach inside it, leaving my palm open for the little one to climb on.

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No!! No!! Stay away! Stay away from me!!

Wait...why isn't he grabbing me? His hand is just open.

He was wearing gloves, his hands were big, and his fingers were thin and long...Like spider legs. Creepy!

I look at his eyes, I forgot how nice they were, and he nods at me like he was telling me it's alright to get in, so I give him the crumb I was eating, and I climb too.

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Here she is, in my hand, leaning on my thumb for support.

I finally understand what being gentle truly means, I have to be strong so I can offer safety to this little one, and be her protector and shelter.

I am holding a very precious creature, and I hope from the bottom of my unbeating heart that I am worthy of this little creature's trust.

As soon as I feel the impossibly tiny hands on my own, I smell blood from her. A powerful urge comes over me. At first, it was as if I wanted to hug the little one and absorb her.

Then it became more monstrous, thoughts that weren't my own. I try my best to ignore it as it pooled inside my guts.

If I can just, put the little creature in my mouth, and swallow her, she will never feel any of this pain again, and if I was as big as a house to her, then I should act as one, she is such a small creature that it wouldn't take a second. Come on, Lumen, you haven't eaten anything in a while, isn't she just so cute you could just scoop her and eat her? Don't you just want to keep her as close as you can? She already went through too much, she doesn't deserve to suffer more, she deserves for you to love her, make her a part of you, embrace her, and cherish her.

These blasted thoughts, that damned beast inside me, Shut it! Zip it!

I shake my head and try to ignore it, instead, I focus entirely on the girl in my hand, Navarra.

I bring her closer, and only silence was heard for a moment.

"Don't hesitate to tell me if you aren't comfortable or if you are scared."

I remind her, and she nods understandingly, although she refused to continue eating, only looking upwards at me.

I look into her innocent, trustful eyes. But I didn't dare to keep looking, I don't deserve to be looked at with such hope, the most innocent and hopeful look I have ever seen, it was...

..wrong.

"Dunno where my family is.." She breaks the silence.

"I think they are... far away now"

"Where am I anyways?"

"New York, A very big city"

"And this is me and my brother's apartment, it's where we live.. and for now, it will be where you live too."

The girl looked around her when she was told she will live there.

"But..but_"

"I know you would prefer to be home now, but like you just said, home is far away now."

"I promise I will try my best to bring you back home, or at least find you another."

She sulks and I can feel the weight of her emotions on me as she just refused to speak further. She lets out a sigh and lays down, to which I tense at first, but then I allowed myself to relax for her sake.

I still wonder why is she so comfortable with me, especially that she was frightened at first.

"I'm sorry about what happened to you."

"It's ok, don't be, it wasn't your fault."

A little hand is gently touching my fingers as if reassuring me.

Bless her, she has a beautiful heart.

"You seem unsure of what to do next." I try to start a conversation.

"I dunno what to do. I was always with my family, this is my first time being alone."

"And it hurts, it really hurts. I just wanna go home again."

I sigh deeply, I want to tell her that was nearly impossible to go back to her family. There was a lot I can't help but think about, like how I probably shouldn't be holding her in my hand like this.

But do I want her to go through that?

At the end of my thought stream, I finally decided that we will cross these bridges when we get to them and that for now, I should focus on learning more about her.

"You speak well, Navarra," I tell her.

"What do you mean?"

"Well.."

I shove the plastic wrapper that I promptly forgot about into my pocket, then I point at the book next to me.

"It says here that your kind speaks a language that humans can't hear, yet you can speak to me as I speak to you, in perfect, clear English."

"...Papa taught me to speak human."

"He said that we don't hate humans, we learn from them, we are a part of their lives just like they make our lives.."

"But humans won't get it..and it's why we hide from them."

She pauses a bit.

"..Mister, Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, little one."

"Why..why do you and the other mister look different from other humans?"

"That is..not an easy question to answer."

Fuck, I knew this was coming, but it still hurts to hear her from her mouth.

This will be quite tricky to explain.